#and they were like yeah and you were treated anyway

[andromeda-collective]

i have multiple and im going to mention all of them but im starting with THIS FUCKER HERE (blade from honkai star rail) AND I HAVE A VERY STUPID REASON FOR IT

there was an minigame thing with a character named march 7th (dont ask) and there were little events you could encounter throughout it and one of them was that you had to choose between a red and blue pill (or the third option of giving a nonanswer) and since my choice didnt matter at all i went with the red pill because i know that the matrix is a transfem allegory and i also hc march as transfem but then another character made a little comment that blade would ALSO pick the red pill which completely makes sense for his character but since i was still on the transfem allegory mindset i had the thought of "wait does this make blade transfem??" so shes transfem to me now 👍

estrogen would NOT save her. not even REMOTELY. he's a suicidal immortal who physically cannot die because of a ritual his old friend-with-romantic-implications tried who he now wants dead more than anything else. hes basically possessed by evil plants that revive him every time he dies and he goes fucking feral. hes a mass murderer with a bounty of over 8 billion. nothing can save him. but transitioning might make her miserable life slightly more manageable? plus i mean.. throwing your old name away and being a new person? obviously a metaphor for being trans /j

boothill! this is slightly for shipping reasons (turning a het ship wlw for funzies) but mostly projecting my gender-nonconforming transness onto the only southern disabled character i know of. are we different kinds of southern? yes. are we different kinds of disabled? also yes. do i care? absolutely not. (also because butch southern women make the world go round)

also sampo because the idea that this fuck is a cisgender ANYTHING is laughable. this is a nonbinary transfem boymoding for shits and giggles who randomly switches to the girl voice when talking to someone JUST to fuck with them because nobody else would believe them and the person would think theyre losing it. typical masked fool stuff. gaslight gatekeep girlboss.

and then from genshin impact: zhongli. who has CANONICALLY used shapeshifting to become a woman. and has likely done so on more than one occasion. this guy is CANONICALLY GENDERFLUID WHETHER PEOPLE LIKE IT OR NOT. and you can obviously be genderfluid and transfem at the same time so why the hell not :D

most other characters i hc as transfem i dont have much of a reason for, but im gonna list them anyways cause hell yeah

argenti (hsr) - she can have a little estrogen as a treat

dr. ratio (hsr) - no reason i just think it could work

sunday (hsr) - something something religious-trauma-and-giving-into-what-you-once-believed-to-be-sinful

diluc (genshin) - fanfiction on ao3 changed my brain chemistry

kazuha (genshin) - also no reason i just think it fits

sebastian solace (a game on roblox called pressure) - im gonna be honest with you op, i just like putting this fucker in situations. and i would love to see the struggle of medically transitioning when you've been forcibly had your body and dna altered to the point of no longer being human. even ignoring for a few seconds the thought that maybe hrt wouldnt have the same effect (or any effect at all) due to the experiments, how could you will yourself to alter yourself medically in any way after the horrific trauma you've experienced? its between fucking with your already fucked up body or having the dysphoria kill you from the inside out. i am rotating her in my mind even harder now.

p.ai.nter (from same game) on the other hand? a lot simpler. make the ai with guns a girl. also just a funny idea: you know that "put eyelashes on it to make it obvious that its a girl" thing? yeah. painter doing that.

^ TELL ME SHE WOULDNT.

i would apologize for the essay but you did say i was legally required to share so this is your fault /lh

anyways i hope you enjoyed the women

If you see this post you’re legally required to tell me at least one trans woman headcanons you have for a canonically male character, I never get to see transfem headcanons like that, give me them, and for equality of my own please know estrogen could have saved Insector Haga and Dinosaur Ryuzaki I will not elaborate, also Yuya.

[suiana]

thinking of a guilt ridden reader and a silly manipulative yandere who looks exactly like someone from reader's past.

maybe you did something bad to a friend, perhaps ended a relationship on bad terms with someone who never deserved to be treated badly. whatever it is, just the mere thought of that person causes you to physically curl up and pray for forgiveness.

so you spend the rest of your days like a dead man walking, the guilt of your actions clawing at the depths of your heart. it makes it hard to do anything, let alone think. because when you are left alone with your thoughts, all you can imagine is their expression when everything went wrong. oh how you'd give up anything just to change the past and your actions.

as if your guilt wasn't enough, he just had to skip into your life looking exactly like that person. like them.

at first, you thought of this as a curse. this... this stupid guy? looking exactly like them? then as you sort of warmed up to him, you still think it's a curse. because what gave him the audacity to come into your life, looking like them, and telling you how much he wants you? especially claiming that it was love at first sight and that you two were fated to be?

"i love you."

"can i be yours?"

"we'd be so good together."

you keep pushing him away. you know how this will end up, with you messing up just like last time. wouldn't it be better to just keep him at a distance? unfortunately for you he doesn't seem to think so. and it's like a curse. a demon from your past coming back to haunt you in the form of your greatest mistake.

if anything, your costant rejections only seem to keep him wanting... more?

"please, just one chance. that is all I'm asking for."

"no? you don't want to entertain me even the slightest bit?"

"how cruel, i never realised you were this heartless."

you eventually end up giving in. he just has that sort of effect you suppose. or maybe it's the guilt that's constantly eating you alive that's causing you to make this decision. after all, he looks so much like them and... you don't know what you'd do if he looked at you like that. not ever, not again. maybe this would be your way of making up for your wrong doings.

he couldn't be happier obviously. finally! the person he's been pining over finally accepted his confession! even if it took a long time, it all worked out. you're happy, his happy, everyone's happy!

until he found out you're not actually happy and you're just doing this because you feel guilty.

"what do you mean? am i just a replacement to you? a way to correct your mistakes?"

"hah! you're so- ugh, I don't even want to think about you anymore."

"save it, those are just excuses."

he's always been a manipulative person. he knows. and he knows that you know it too. yet he continues to manipulate you through it all. i mean, it's your fault for even treating him like a second option in the first place! what? he's the one that's been pestering you? no no, you could've just rejected him. it's not his fault, it's yours. you're not stopping him anyway so like, you're basically admitting you're in the wrong.

"yeah you should be sorry. how mean do you have to be to think of me just as someone you've hurt? I'm my own person too."

he says that but continues to use the fact that his familiarity elicits something in you. and he'll continue abusing it, continue taking advantage of your weakened state. why? because he can and because he wants to.

plus, it's amusing in it's own right to see you bending head over heels just to appease him. huh, guess the guilt runs deep, doesn't it?

oh it's whatever. he'll slowly condition you to start showing him the affection he so desperately craves anyway. he just needs to hold on a little longer. break you down a tiny bit more and then you'll be all his. he can feel it.

you two will be truly happy together. no other people, no guilt in your heart. just you and him, alone and content with one another.

that would simply be salvation, wouldn't it?

[sugarwarachan]

roll the dice - ft. sero hanta

pairing: sero hanta x roommate!reader

summary: It's Valentine's Day and Sero does his best to keep his horny thoughts to himself. He doesn't succeed.

cws: smut mdni, face sitting, sero hanta is a pussy-eating KING, dirty talk

based on this prompt list

"Wow," Sero whistles, while you teeter on one heel and hop into the other. That dress hugs every inch of you. "Someone’s lookin’ good. Hot date?"

You laugh, and fuck, he’s such an idiot, because the sound travels straight to his dick. He adjusts himself as subtly as he can and goes back to cooking dinner.

"Something like that.” You swipe on lip gloss in the hallway mirror. "He’s a coworker. I might have mentioned him?"

You’ve mentioned him 17 times. Not like Sero’s counting.

"Make sure he treats you right," is all he says instead, doing his best to ignore the cute little blush tearing across your face as you duck out the door.

Alone on Valentine’s Day, he thinks ruefully, settling his long frame on the couch. Alone on Valentine’s Day with a raging hot case of let-me-fuck-you-right-now for his roommate.

He should have turned down being your roommate the minute he saw you on Denki’s phone. If he had, he wouldn’t be this jealous of some random shithead taking you out for Valentine’s Day.

He considers texting Denki just to have someone to commiserate with, but the guy is probably doing his best to woo Jiro and doesn’t need the distraction.

He sparks up a joint and turns on 13 Going on 30 (so he’s a rom-com guy, sue him), trying not to think about how much better this night would be if you were here.

The door clicks a half hour later, followed by the rap of your heels on the ground. You trudge into the room and slump on the couch right next to him.

“He didn’t even show up,” you whisper into the side of his neck, wrapping your arms around him. He feels a few tears hit his collarbone.

Sero Hanta considers himself a pretty even-keeled type of guy, but wanting to punch this dick’s lights' outs shoots to the top of his to-do list.

“Oh honey, what a fuckin’ dickhole.” His hands tighten on your waist. “Doesn’t deserve someone like you, anyway.”

He probably shouldn’t say that, not when he’s rubbing circles on your hip through the material of your dress, the scorching heat of your body against his impossible to ignore. But he's been thinking it for months now, all of his own attempts at dating tossed to the wayside when he realized he just preferred coming home to you.

“No?” You pull away and delicately wipe away unshed tears. He doesn't know why he finds it so cute, this innate desire to preserve what's left of your mascara. “Who does deserve me, Hanta?”

You grab the joint and drag and his mind goes fuzzy. You’ve never outright called him on it like this before.

“Maybe I do angel, ya ever think of that?”

“Yeah?” There’s that megawatt smile of yours, kicking him in the teeth. “You think of me like that, too?”

It’s new territory for the both of you, admitting to the attraction that Sero realizes has been simmering for weeks.

“Yeah. I think of you all the time.” He cups your face and cocks his head. "We doin' this? You gonna let me show you how I'd treat ya on Valentine's Day?"

You roll your eyes at him affectionately. "Cheesy bastard."

He cuts off your laugh with the press of his mouth.

Sero's not normally one to wax poetic, but something about the way your body instantly sinks into his makes his heart lurch. You kiss him like you've been spending your whole life studying how to do it, and it drives him absolutely insane.

"Knew we'd be good together," he says, grinding the curve of his cock into the cleft between your thighs. "Feel how hard I already am, baby? Just from one little kiss."

You groan into his mouth and start pawing at his clothes.

"I know, I know, want you naked too. Don't fuckin' pout, I think you'll like the idea." He repositions the two of you with him lying down on the couch, you straddling his hips. "Remember when you said you've never sat on a guy's face?"

Your eyes darken with excitement. "I remember."

"What if we change that?" He strokes his thumb under the band of your dress, shimmying it over your hips. The pretty red lace covering your pussy makes his breath catch. "Because you know what's gonna happen if we don't?"

He traces the folds of your pussy through your underwear with the pads of his fingers.

"I'm gonna get inside this perfect fuckin' pussy and embarrass myself. Probably come after two pumps like an idiot because she's just so fucking sweet." He pulls your panties down and drags you up to his face. He catches the little whine of insecurity in your throat at the position.

Your pussy is swollen and begging for attention, arousal clinging to your lips like dew.

"Take a fuckin’ seat, baby, ya think I’ve never done this before?"

He molds his hands around the meat of your hips and thighs, and then Sero feasts, sucking and grinding his chin and nose and tongue up into your cunt. You wail and fall forward, holding yourself steady on the arm of the couch. He doesn't care if he has to hold you up himself; he's in heaven between your thighs, the taste and scent of you all he can fucking think about.

You cum quickly, gasping and shuddering above him as he drinks down your orgasm like fucking water.

"Felt good, didn't it?" he prods, biting your inner thigh and soothing it with a kiss. Your shaky nod makes him grin.

Sero sits backs up with you in his lap, wiping the back of his mouth with a forearm and licking at his lips like a dog. He hopes he smells like you for hours.

Black streaks of mascara run under your lashes. He swipes them away with the back of his thumb. "Sorry honey. You worked hard on this makeup, huh? And I'm just making you cry it off."

It's your turn to cut him off with a kiss.

ahhhhh i've written for him ONCE i hope i did him justice

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

teach me? // Quinn Hughes

a drunk conversation leaves your best friend wondering.

AN: based off this anon, this is the first of a few ideas i have for this topic so enjoy part one!🫶🏻

WC: 1.1k

CW: smut, quinn talks you through it, fem masturbating, a little bit of possessive quinn.

Quinn knows he should leave, he knows he shouldn't break your trust and listen but his feet won't move. He can hear your giggles, not a sign of discomfort in the conversation. A drastic difference from anytime you've been around the guys when these topics are brought up.

“y/n! Are you telling me you’ve never gotten off?!” There was another laugh, he couldn't tell who. Too focused on your answer. How could no one treat you right? No one’s found pleasure between your thighs? Tragedy for them, he thought to himself.

“Oh my god, no. I have gotten off, just not manually? If that makes sense. Like, no one else. No hands, nothing but the handy dandy vibrator.”

He needed to leave, his mind wandering and he knew all the guys would just chirp at him if he walked back with a hard on.

Everyone started to slowly make their way to bed, calling it a night yourself around 1:30. Your room right across from Quinn’s. You knew he was already locked away, trying your best to stay quiet while you were in and out of the bathroom that shared a wall.

Finally settling in your bed and grabbing your phone, seeing a text from Quinn. Come here, please. Followed with another text, Don't knock, just come in.

“Hi Q.” He was quick to pat his bed, “I need to ask you something, and you can tell me no or to fuck off and I wont ever bring it up again. I just, I need to ask.” You nodded at the man, who's now pacing. “I’m telling on myself and I'm sorry in advance. I was walking by when you and the girls were chatting and somethings been stuck in my head since and it makes me feel so bad because you absolutely don't deserve that kind of shit treatment. Oh god, I'm rambling. Anyways, no one ever made you cum? I can show you, oh my god I need to shut up.”

Your face was flushed, your nerves were setting in. Did Quinn just offer to get me off?

As if he could read my mind, “I don’t have to do it! I can just tell you what to do. Like you get yourself off and I just kind of lead the way.”

“You wanna teach me how to make myself cum?” Your voice was small, he was sure if he wasn’t staring at you he wouldn’t have heard. He nodded.

“Yeah, okay. Teach me, Quinny.”

That dumb conversation led you here. On his bed, pj shorts on the floor, legs spread and Quinn watching you from his desk chair.

You were both giggly about it. The nerves settled, it seemed a little funny, silly even. But he's your best friend. Who cares? All bad thoughts went away the second your legs spread and the man's eyes went a little wide, pupils blown as he watched your hand roam down your body.

“Fuck. You’re pretty.” He whispered to himself.

This wasn't sexy, well it wasn't meant to be, at least to your brain.

“Uh, like this?" you asked, a little embarrassed. "Fuck, this is stupid."

You were against his pillows, unable to fully look at Quinn who was still at his desk, starry eyes watching you intently.

Your hand was down the front of your body, shaky fingers searching for something you shared you'd never been able to achieve on your own.

Quinn adjusted himself, his growing cock pressed against the fabric of his shorts. Forever wishing he put on boxers before you came to his room.

He didn't know the rules when it came to getting yourself off in front of your best friend. So he kept it a little light, laughed breathily and asked, "Are you even touching your clit?”

His words ran through you, a simple question truly but it was bordering on the dirty talk you desperately craved to come from his mouth.

You squirmed, shrugging, but he was watching your hand move, content with seeing your fingers moving through your folds.

"I think so?" you claimed. "I don't know. It's just, it's too wet to feel anything really."

Quinn felt his breath get stuck in his throat.

You finally looked up at his face and watched his cheeks burn, wondering if he'd move closer if you asked him to.

You dont know what fell out of your mouth, your brain is just on autopilot. Quinn’s now at the edge of his bed. Hands holding your ankle, rubbing softly.

"No, I know. fuck, um-" Quinn swallowed, shifting again. "Move in circles, be a bit softer. Fuck, sweetheart. Yeah, you'll feel it."

So you did, two fingers exploring slowly, up and down between your folds, moving a little higher until you reached the spot he was just picking on you for, the pads of your middle and pointer touching a little bump that made your breath hitch.

“There you go, just like that.” He spoke.

You laughed to yourself, feeling stupid, and floaty, searching for that high. You crinkled your nose, as you did slow circles, soft and shy.

"Oh," you mumbled, mouth parting slightly. Still watching Quinn. He pressed his lips together, eyes flickering from your hand to your face.

"Yeah? Does that feel good?"

"Uh huh, feels good."

You thought you heard him let out a groan.

"Will I come?" you asked, still feeling small. "If I keep doing this?"

You were squirming again, moaning softly, chasing your high. He was watching you, open mouthed.

He was too far gone to try and hide it anymore, when he dragged his palm over himself, you moaned, eyes following his movements.

"Yeah, fuck. just keep doing that. Do what feels good, okay?" voice hoarse and wrecked, "you're doing so good, baby."

The praise made your hips lift from the bed a little, fingers moving down a little further, confidence building as Quinn kept rubbing over his cock, "Holy shit, that's fucking hot. You gonna show me how tight you are?" he croaked.

"Uh huh", head tipped back into the pillows. you wanted him to keep talking. You just didn't know how to ask him.

Your foot slipped, bumping into Quinn’s arm and he caught your ankle, wide palm wrapping around as he held you, making you shiver. "Oh, there you go," he murmured. "That's it, baby. Fuck, you're so good. Gonna have to stretch you out more if you ever want me in there, baby. Fuck. Can't believe you're gonna let me watch you cum. Gonna be a good girl and show me how bad you want it? Won't ever need anyone else after this. Just me and you."

[saeun]

এ phainon’s experience ᪲﹕ one kiss, one love ! ᪲ honkai: star rail ᧔ fem-reader.

࣪⊹ phainon gives his first kiss to his crush, you. he’s a bit shaky, but he’s got the spirit !!

+ extra: not beta (yet) ⸝ (pre 3.2) anaxa & mydei appearances ⸝ i desperately need to have phainon oml

“It’s never too late to go back home — just saying.” Anaxa gave you sincere advice, closing his book with one hand to re-direct his eyes on you.

You’re seated on the loveseat, straightened posture giving away how nervous you were. You didn’t need to stutter or swallow before speaking for the two boys to know you’re nervous. With such a stiff look it’s difficult for them to not tease you and Phainon indirectly.

Your lips stretch — it’s not a smile, but it’s not a frown either. It’s stretched in an awkward position, similar to you awkwardly shifting eye contact between Anaxa and Mydei. Sometimes you give them a nod, sometimes you go with a lifeless chuckle. It’s been a couple minutes since Phainon left to neaten up his room but gosh, the time couldn’t drag any slower.

“This is no way to treat a lady. He couldn’t have cleaned before?” Mydei scoffs, leaning back into the sofa with folded arms to emphasize his annoyance.

“What do you know about treating ladies?” Anaxa teases, but it’s a genuine question. One that came from the bottom of his heart.

Mydei raises an eyebrow, scanning the other boy before he licks his lips, “Watch your mouth, nature freak.”

“There’s nothing wrong with appreciating the green of the world. You wouldn’t understand — it’s okay, though, I get it.” Anaxa nods at the end.

Before their banter exploded, you quickly interrupted, cutting Mydei’s response off.

“How long have you guys known each other?”

A calm, small talk inducing question. You should give yourself a pat on the back.

“I don’t know him.” Almost as if they planned it, both Anaxa and Mydei replied with the same sentence.

You poke your inner cheek with your tongue, scratching the back of your neck at the tension rising between the two. Maybe it’s just you. After all, it seems like they’re just joking. Who knows!

A glaring contest begins. The cool eye from Anaxa meets the aggressive eyes from Mydei. And a third one that’s just here for fun. The third pair of eyes belonging to Phainon.

“What are we doing?” He questions, eyes making a triangular pattern between you, Anaxa, and Mydei.

Your heart jumps. You certainly weren’t expecting him to stand behind you with his hands on your shoulders. Such an entry is definitely Phainon’s style.

Mydei breaks the eye contact with Anaxa, immediately frowning at Phainon.

“Were you in there scratching your ass or what?”

“I got nervous.” Phainon admits.

“So you spent… twenty minutes being nervous… because of her?” Anaxa slowly asks, almost as if he can’t believe what he’s saying.

“More or less, yeah.” Phainon shrugs, feeling no shame in short circuiting. “Anyway, I need to borrow her, thanks!”

Without time to give your input, Phainon moves his hand lower to grip your wrist, gently pulling you off the loveseat and into his freshly cleaned room.

Once you're face-to-face with his door, he softly pushes you in first, following behind to lock the door. His room’s surprisingly minimalistic. A few toys here and there, a drone for whatever reason, and a sword’s sheath? You can’t tell if it’s fake or real.

“Nice room.” You compliment.

Phainon smiles, making a beeline to a corner to remove his sweater and then back to you. Once again, his hands find themselves on your shoulders, pushing you towards his bed.

You mimicked the same posture you used on the loveseat — fighting the itch to put a foot on the bed. You have to remind yourself it’s not your bed, It’s Phainon’s.

Phainon, however, doesn’t care whether you raise a foot or not. He’s in his mind contemplating if this is the right time to bring up the topic. He can’t last any longer hiding his feelings. Phainon’s running out of excuses — he blamed his sweaty palms on hyperhidrosis when in reality it’s because he gets nervous when you’re too close.

And this. Nothing is casual about bringing a girl into your private space — especially one shared with two others.

“Hey,” Phainon starts, drumming his fingers against his thigh to distract himself. “Can I ask a question?”

You hum, eyes following the rhythm of his fingers drumming his thigh.

“Have you, uh, ever wondered about relationships?” The question doesn’t quite come out the way Phainon imagined.

The expression on your face turns into a puzzled one. It’s not an odd question by any means, but it sure is a random one.

“Mmm, I have. Why?” You tilt your head, moving your eyes back to his.

“Do you want one?” Phainon swallows.

Suddenly the back of his head feels hot. The room feels hot, too. Although the air conditioner’s set on a temperature to battle the heat outdoors, so it should be anything but hot inside his room.

“Phainon what are you saying, honestly?”

Your second question went unanswered. Phainon bit his lip, praying that you can’t hear his heartbeat pounding against his chest. It’s almost deafening in his ear.

“Can I steal a kiss? Only if it’s okay.” He spoke with no shame but his eyes gave away the true feeling beneath.

You’re stunned for a moment. Sure, you had your suspicions being invited to his house would’ve gone somewhere, but not this fast! You’ve been in his room for less than thirty minutes, and there are two others.

Traveling your eyes from Phainon’s eyes, to his lips and back to his eyes, a teasing smile lights up your expression.

“Usually thieves don’t ask before they steal.”

“Is that a yes?” He’s hopeful, fighting back a smile himself. It’s a useless battle, however. The tips of his ears are already dusted in red.

Nodding, you lean in, licking your lips to moisturize them. You’re unsure of where the boost of confidence came from, but it’s here now. Any regrets will be handled tomorrow. You’re now under the influence of confidence.

Phainon’s hands move to cup your face, leaning down to place a light peck as though he’s testing the waters. His eyes remained open while yours are closed — so he goes for another kiss.

This time, he does it properly, shyly moving his against yours. Your lip balm transferred to his lips, but he doesn’t mind. Phainon’s in a trance; captivated by how soft your lips are. How light your hand on his thigh feels. How gentle he’s cupping your face. He’s lost in you, and it’s only the beginning of the trail.

Breaking the kiss, you keep your eyes on his lips, moving your hand to his now plumped lips. There’s a slight tint of red on them — must’ve originated from your lip balm.

Phainon’s head rests on your shoulder. Reality hit him a bit too late. He’s boldly asked if he can steal a kiss when he has no experience in the field whatsoever. His heart’s racing against his chest and the back of his neck feels warm.

He can’t understand how you’re calm after kissing. Have you done it before — never mind. He won’t sour his own mood.

“You okay?” You softly asked, raising a hand to comb through his hair.

“Yeah.” Phainon whispered, allowing himself to enjoy your fingers raking through his strands before sitting up.

“So… Can we do that again?” A boyish grin debuts on Phainon’s face. Aside from cringing at himself, he can’t believe he shared his first kiss with you.

[yoyomomiko]

Headcanon of reader cooking with Sanji?

— SANJI ☆

pairings: sanji x female reader

cw: not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!

— (a/n): this is such a cute idea I just HAD to write it (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) so sorry of this is too short or boring!! -> m.list

Sanji is an absolute perfectionist in the kitchen, so if you're not experienced, he'll gently guide you. If you are, he'll still lowkey try to take over so that everything comes out perfect.

He loves seeing you in an apron. Bonus points if it's one that he picked for you. If it has ruffles, a cute design or is a bit too big for you so he can tie it snugly around your waist? He's in heaven.

I feel like Sanji would stand behind you while you chop ingredients, hands brushing over yours or gently grazing your hips, praising you for what a good job you are doing.

If you happen to be struggling with anything, Sanji will drop everything to help you. Even if something is burning on the stove, you take priority.

The moment he sees you lick a bit of sauce off your fingers, he's completely gone. He WILL grab your hand and kiss your fingertips, muttering about how even the food tastes better on you.

If you ask him to taste test something, expect him to be overly dramatic about how delicious it is.

When you try to feed him yourself, he melts. It's a special kind of intimacy for him. He'll take your wrist and kiss the inside of it before taking a bite of the food you're offering him.

If you attempt to cook a meal just for him, he will treat it like a 5 star meal. Even if it's something simple. It could have a terrible taste, yet he would still eat every bite with a straight face and praise you anyway.

If you get something on your face, he will chuckle and gently wipe you clean with his thumb.

He will not let you lift heavy pits or trays. "That's my job, love. I can't let your delicate hands get tired."

If you accidentally cut or burn yourself, he will PANIC like you've been mortally wounded. You won't be touching another knife until he's personally bandaged you and kissed it better

If you feed Luffy before Sanji gets to try your food, he will pout for hours, sulking like a child because he was supposed to try it first.

Also, you are NOT ALLOWED to cook for Zoro. No way, nope.

——☆

You stood side by side with Sanji, sleeves rolled up, both focused on preparing tonight's dinner. It was rare for him to let anyone help him in the kitchen, but for you? You were an exception.

"You're doing really good." He chuckled, watching as you sliced the vegetables in front of you. "I might have some competition."

You snickered, concentrating with steady hands. "You say that, yet you've already corrected me three times."

"Can't help it, love. Perfection is key." Sanji grinned, flipping something in the pan effortlessly.

You bumped your shoulder against his on purpose, a smile tugging at your lips. "Or maybe you just like bossing me around."

He dramatically placed a hand on his chest, acting offended. "I would never!"

The two of you worked comfortably, moving around each other easily. When you reached for the flour, Sanji was already handing it to you. When he needed an ingredient, you passed it before he even asked.

At some point, Sanji leaned over your shoulder, watching as you finished chopping up the vegetables. "You know..." He started, voice thoughtful. "I really like cooking with you."

You glanced at him, raising a brow as you smirked. "Yeah?"

He nodded, his eyes softening. "Mhm. Feels... Nice."

A few minutes later, Sanji finished one of the many dishes, holding it up and letting you inspect it. "What do you think, sweetheart?"

You took a bite, pretending to judge it seriously. "Not bad, cook."

Sanji scoffed, laughing. "Not bad?! That's all I get?"

"Maybe you need a little more practice." You replied with a smirk, shrugging.

He huffed, but there was something soft in his expression, his gaze gentle as his eyes scanned your face. "Alright then. Guess I'll have to keep cooking with you until I get it right, hm?"

★yoyomiko ★miko

[lostinlovingrevery]

Logan and fluffy things I like to imagine with him. Part 2: electric boogaloo

logan has a soft spot for animals. He wont go absolutely out of his way i think to interact with them, but definitely has a mutual respect for them.

that being said, going for a walk with Logan, and a stray kitten comes up and absolutely WILL NOT leave logan alone. It adores him, screaming and climbing his pants. You of course insist on taking it home and logan grumbles over it but doesnt argue

cue all the moments of "dad who didnt want animal in first place" with logan as he treats it like his literally baby. Its young and still needs milk, and lots of tlc.

you wake up to him missing from bed one night, crawling out in search of him and finding him in the kitchen- babytalking and cooing the little itty bity baby kitten hes holding in his arm (imagine. Tiny kitten. Logans beefy arms. 😍) and bottle feeding it.

he gets so embarrassed when you catch him.

making him laugh. Like really. He's so stoic sometimes. hes sarcastic and has a smart mouth and really funny himself but not much gets him going

but you tell him a joke . or maybe a funny story of something that happened to you, or a funny limerick whatever okay

and he LAUGHS

its the first time you ever heard him laugh, probably the first time you ever made him laugh that wasn't a small chuckle (say you're still new to each other)

His laugh is just so warm and boisterous. It's a real peek into the kind of person Logan can be if he's in the right enviornment

that big cute smile, his low voice. that loud laugh. I mean honestly

making him laugh so hard he's crying and its uncontrollable

thats right baby girl

anyway

Logan loves listening to your heartbeat

lies on your chest and listens to it beat away. it's grounding to him, a reminder you're still here with him

Either with the X-men, or with Wades gang, Logan slowly opening up and becoming more comfortable with people- purely because YOU'RE there.

your presence reassures him so much

feeding each other

its natural too. You're just at breakfast, lunch, or dinner. you take a fork of your food, or maybe your french fries, or whatever and immediately hold it up to his mouth and he just eats it without question

Feeding him fruits, or chocolates, or a charcuterie spread AH *sigh*

Leading to having a picnic with him. He's a little unsure at first. I think depending on the logan you're picturing, or at least when you meet him, he may have points where he gets shy about dates and stuff

a picnic is one of those things. planning food and a blanket and all and it really does sound nice to him. Too nice. It feels unnatural to him and he doesn't know how to behave, maybe he doesn't think he deserves to do something so...domestic, and soft

you of course argue that "yes logan, you deserve to do picnics too."

Once you actually get him out though, he'll eventually relax, lying on the blanket, on a nice breezy yet sunny day under a large tree, arms crossed behind his head as you feed him grapes and strawberries and blueberries

"Yeah, okay, I could get use to this"

planning other dates with logan. for awhile it's something you take initiative of. But then Logan surprises you. He got you tickets to see a broadway show you've been talking about for months.

since then logan starts pulling his weight with planning dates. he always enjoyed the dates esp in the beginning. he just wasn't used to it, used to meaninglyess flings and lonelines. Sitting and trying to get to know each other was hard for logan bc he struggled opening up

for you tho he does

in a setting with the x-men, they all are amazed how easily logan trusts you. Even as just friends.

you do whatever to him and he just accepts it. He doesn't flinch. or scoff. or tell you to fuck off (sorry Scott. i know you were just asking for the salt). He'll give you his witty and sarcastic remarks but they tend to be a lot nicer and sweeter

he looks at you with a softness they're all confused by

well except jean and charles, they both see what's going on in his head. it's sweet actually

ororo actually picks up on it pretty quickly too

Scotts the one who's just confused but prob bc he gets the most abuse

sorry again scott

okay, not really a logan fluff relationship but honestly logan and scott becoming semi friends? I feel like hard feelings and annoyances aside, they could really get along. I don't know much about Scotts character but i feel like they're both men who can be great leaders and genuinely care about their people. Logan and Scott putting aside differences and going out for a guys night at a bar. Maybe some other X-men join to, but Scott and Logan talk a lot

Meanwhile you, Jean, Ororo, and a few other girls have a girls night

Logan opening up to Scott about how he feels about you (you're still friends at this point), he doesn't outright say that he's scared to make a move, mainly because he's scared of hurting you in more ways than one

Scott gives him a pep talk, male bonding. of course they end the night insulting each other but on the bright note they seem to come to an understanding

Logan is a very attentive boyfriend. He may act aloof sometimes but he notices EVERYTHING. Don't be surprised that your birthday and christmas gifts are always exactly the things you wanted even if you hadn't told anyone you wanted them.

You're teaching a class and logan stops by to give you something. He gives you a kiss in front of the class without thinking, and they're all "Oooooo"ing and "Aaaw"ing over it. Logan tells them to grow up, (They're 5th graders logan)

imagine shopping together, and logan picks out clothes he thinks would be cute on you. He finds a pretty sundress and practically demands you to get it. Of course you do. He ADORES you in that sundress. His hands are never off you when you wear it

It awakens something in him and he starts buying you pretty clothes he wants to see you in. He knows your size by heart, he knows what materials you like and what you hate, and the colors you despise on you (even tho he thinks you look good in everything)

Kissing each space of his hands where the claws come out. It's a gesture of love and trust. Logans scared of you doing it, afraid he'd somehow lose control but you reassure him. Now he loves it, and it truly makes him think that maybe he isn't such a monster if you could love him like that

You do his laundry for him. It's not like he asked you or that he doesn't keep the laundry up himself, you just do it, acts of service being your love language and he comes home and finds you did it and hes kinda shook because like...wow? being taken care of? it was so simply. its just laundry. But damn

Speaking of, doing laundry together.

I want to do laundry with Worst! Logan, we go to some 24 hour laundromat. maybe just neighbors but you've been flirting with each other, and consider each other good friends, the implication of something more. You're laughing and you guys have the place to yourselves. Logan feels safer than he has in a long time with you. Maybe share your first kiss, at 1 am in the laundromat.

I like to think about late nights in your study with Trilogy Logan, he hangs out with you, he already has trouble sleeping, and just loves your sweet company. Your conversations turn deep, maybe you had a recent mission that turned rough, and it literally turns into a love confession by Logan. You return the feelings, and he asks "Are you sure about me?", and you respond to him with an eager kiss, your arms embracing each other in the way those old romantic movies when they kiss (I use to be so grossed out by those and now I would love nothing more *dreamy sigh*)

I want to comfort Old Man Logan, maybe he had a really bad day, and disappears. You get Caliban to watch Charles for the night while you search for him, and you find him at a bar he usually frequents. Hes gruff but polite and tells you to go home and go to bed, but you urge him to come back with you. Eventually you get him to agree to at least come walk with you down the streets. He doesn't know how, but you draw out of him his worries, his fears - and they mainly revolve around you, this sweet little thing who came into this fucked up life of his. You reassure him that you wouldn't want to be anywhere else, and you end up kissing him. He's shocked you like an old man like him, but...he'll take what he can get.

I want to be 70s DOFP Logan friend first, hes a menace, and he has fallen hopelessly in love with you. Much to your obliviousness, you think he's still a Casanova out in the bars- but hes spending his nights thinking about you. One night he has enough, and rides on his motorcycle down in the pouring rain and thunderstorm. He's at your doorstep and you open the door to this sopping wet creature and the first thing he says "I'm in love with you." with water dripping down his face. Then he pulls you into a searing kiss. (im writing a fic about this btw)

With Future DOFP Logan, he would meet you, a new professor at the school, and he's quickly taken aback. After some quite hellish adventures he's been on, you were a fresh breath of air for him. You both fall into something of relationship without realizing it- because it came so naturally. It's only one day you're talking to him, outside on the patio and he's smiling softly listening to you and he leans forward and pecks you on the lips. you look at him in surprise, before grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a real kiss

Origins! Logan takes you out on a romantic date, because he's classy like that. you share your first kiss over dinner, something sweet, and you could feel him smiling against your lips. He does it again after dinner, when he takes you home like a gentleman, you can feel his eagerness when he kisses you again, like he's trying to control himself, and he finally pulls away and wishes you goodnight (i mean, you're gonna have to invite him in)

97' Logan! He's giving you a pep talk after some bad shit went down on a mission, you feel like you could've done better, could've done more, even if everything you did do was enough. He's being unusually sweet and supportive and you leaned over and kissed him. You're surprised at yourself, but Logan isn't. He chuckles, telling you he gets it, he's irresistable, but then he kisses you again and can't stop (whos the irresistable one NOW Logan??)

I didn't mean for those to turn into first kisses prompts but enjoy. I have so many ideas of how first kisses with logan could go, these are just a few of many

pecking his cheek and his beard scratching your lips, but you actually really like how it feels

him rubbing and scratching his beard all over you to mess with you. It tickles but he's pinning you down and you're shrieking.

He keeps a picture of you on him at all times.

he loves hearing your stories. he wants to listen to you yap. he loves when you yap. even if it's useless stuff, the way you seem to enjoy and live life the way he never had before, he just can't get enough

helping him with his suit, you're zipping him up, but you press several kisses up his spine as you are zipping him. your lips sends shivers through him

helping him with a fancy suit. like suit and tie, (this would be cute for old man logan!). he's grumping and frumping about wearing it, but then you tell him how handsome he looks, and he smiles, and suddenly he's not so grumpy about it.

logan pressing soft kisses all over your face. bonus if it's after he hadn't seen you for awhile

okay but imagine after yall been together for awhile, maybe talking about getting a house together...

you guys "just look"

logan doesn't like anything. So he convinces charles to give him some land and goes and secretly builds a house for you. he recruits help from some others. he hires a designer to be able to get the parts he noticed you liked

you have NO idea. A year later, maybe 2, he brings you to it, and you're like "When did this house get here" and he tells you everything

logan definitely doesn't think things are "too much" when it comes to his devotion to you lets just say.

These are all i got for now! Keep an eye out for pt 3 :)

[contamination-zone]

warning im a yapper

hello ummm just wanted to say!!! i really like the dynamic you give fresh and nightmare/color with the whole “cat who goes to different houses to get fed twice” thing. nightmare and his weird cat that he has probably locked in a basement a few times. color and this guy he picked off the road because he looks weird and decided he can solve this mess. fresh does not have any strong personal feelings towards either of them.

i very much so like the comic thing where nightmare and ccino were talking about fresh and ccino thought he was a kitten cat,,, no he is not but he acts like one. “he keeps crawling on my lap” that is a grown man get him away!!!! he has a dog cage i think that he is put in sometimes for naughty behavior. he doesn’t really care because he’s allowed his gameboy though. do you think nightmare ever sprays him with water when he does something bad. and this is like a grown adult. what

maybe i just like the trope of dehumanization (bonus if with someone who’s weirdly chill with it like fresh) but whatever,,, your art!!!! it gives me life!!! i very much enjoy the pixely type style and how freak you draw fresh. he’s a fucking creature he is. something is wrong with that guy. and i love him soooo much. so creature. he’s the kind of guy to do that thing where you walk on all fours up the stairs.

AND the way you characterize him is!!!! so good!!!!!!!!! he is so fucked up and weird and terrible and manipulative!!!!!!! he takes advantage of others’ empathy and feelings because he has very little of it himself and whenever he does feel it he does not like it!!!!!!! he looks at a guy with a savior complex and goes yeah i can mentally fuck him up for the next seven months to get something cool i want. he’s just actually terrible and i love him for that.

i also!!! don’t know too much about CB but i feel that fresh’s dynamic with them (him?? i forgor) is very interesting from what i have seen!!!!!! and their shimeji is very cute i still need to download it but i like it a lot :3

OKAY UHHH BYE!!!!! I LIKE UR ART A LOT…… HAVE A GOOD DAY!!!!!! 10/10 fresh posting on your blog love him a lot he is my wife (he feels nothing towards me)

THANK YOU!!! I see you mass reblog things sometimes it makes me giggle :-]

I yammer back...

Glad you like the dynamics haha X] Fresh having very little personal feelings about people is fun and interesting to me. As someone who has trouble connecting and low empathy, its nice to depict someone like me. [Guy interacting with people who are a Lot more invested than he is ghghg]

Fresh would only accept being put in the cage because he can teleport out. Anything like that is only for the Aesthetic, which I think Nightmare would still be down for. Shove that thang into some awful little crate, as a treat. [Honestly I think Fresh would like to get in some nice dog crate with a blankie. Small hide / den thing to nap in :-]]

ALSOOOO dehumanization and freak who doesn't mind is my favorite dynamic <333. Fresh doesn't mind because... he isn't a monster? or a human? And he doesn't have a human/monster centric view of the world. Being seen as a human/monster isn't in anyway important to him, because he doesn't seen it as better/worse. He is the way he is, why does it matter?

Its like, I don't think a cat has very strong opinions on the fact it isn't a man. I also think Fresh is incredibly self-centered and when he's on a high point, sees himself as above humans/monsters. Of course he's not seen as human, he's Fresh! he's a sick-nasty parasite! way cooler. [annnddd way cooler that he gets to eat dog-treats. heck yeah!!]

Also I drew up a little thing with CB and Fresh. Its ahh, I like them a lot I just get nervous speaking about them because its suuuch a oc & canon are besttties that it makes me feel a bit cringe... I also get nervous because CB and Fresh have a very, toxic?? friendship.

Fresh is very possessive and strange about it, because this is his Only friend and he has very dysregulated emotions. Not being able to feel positive emotions often makes it so when he does, he gets very odd about it. So its a lot of... trying to keep CB to himself, at the detriment to CB's goals and ambitions. [CB is trying to track his family down, and Fresh uh. knows. where they are. and is not telling him :-)]

I dunno I think Fresh being genuinely friends with someone but also an awful person about it is like, sorely missing from the fandom landscape. He's a bad person but bad people can still form meaningful relationships and!!! I think that should be explored :-]

[They do eventually get somewhere more healthy. As in, Fresh's whole Thing is revealed, a lot of shinanigans happen, CB lives with his family and Fresh and CB reconnect and become friends again, just with like. Fresh trying actively to do "good person things" to make sure CB's family doesn't shoo him off [I ADOREEE good actions for morally ambiguous reasons!!!], and CB with the understanding that his best friend is Kinda a Freak.]

[eclipixels]

Literally love your page, like seeing your fic is a immediately read!!!!!! Idk if you do request or not so ignore it if you want

Can you do like Isagi x reader where there like going on a date, and some fans stop them to take pictures with them but one of the fans let slip they like reader more cause she their favorite WAG or something like that, thank you in advance!!!!!<3

Your fans?

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

[1,563 words]

      You two had always made time for dates, no matter how hectic life became. Ever since your relationship turned serious, prioritizing each other had been an unspoken promise. No matter how grueling Isagi’s training got or how deep you found yourself buried in your personal research projects, you both carved out moments just for the two of you. Those moments had once been frequent. Late-night strolls, cozy café visits, spontaneous weekend getaways, but lately, they have become frustratingly scarce.

      Between Isagi’s ever-demanding soccer career and your growing recognition in your respective field, finding time together was beginning to feel like a luxury rather than a routine. You had earned a reputation for yourself at a remarkably young age, and Isagi’s talent had propelled him into the spotlight more than ever. It was exhilarating, yet exhausting.

      And when you finally did find the time to go on a date, it hardly felt like one anymore. The quiet, intimate moments you craved were constantly interrupted by eager fans. At first, you didn’t mind. It was sweet seeing little kids approach Isagi, their eyes brimming with admiration, their excitement barely contained as they asked for autographs or a quick picture. Those moments warmed your heart, knowing how much he inspired them.

      But the fangirls… the relentless, wide-eyed admirers who seemed to forget you even existed—those were starting to wear on you. The way they giggled, clung to every word he spoke, and completely disregarded the fact that he was clearly on a date made your patience run thin. And the older fans, the ones who treated him like a celebrity first and a person second, weren’t much better. It was draining, watching your time with him slip away bit by bit, stolen by people who didn’t understand how rare these moments were for you.

      You never wanted to resent his success. You were proud of him, so incredibly proud. But sometimes, you wished you could go back to when it was just the two of you, uninterrupted and unbothered. Was that such a bad thing to want?

      "Y/N-channn!" Isagi came bursting in through the door.

      "Ichi, what the hell?!" you yelped.

      "What?" he asked, blinking innocently.

      "Ever heard of knocking? I could've been naked!"

      "You say that like it’s a bad thing." His lips curled into a smirk.

      You shot him a glare, and he laughed before changing the subject. "Anyway, why aren’t you ready yet?"

      "For what?"

      "Our date!"

      "When did we plan that?" You asked, not that you were complaining. You hadn’t been on one in awhile.

      "Right now," he grinned, completely unbothered. "Go get ready!"

      You stared at him, waiting expectantly. He stared back. Is he stupid?

      “So you gonna change or…?” He finally spoke, coughing awkwardly.

      "With you in here?" You looked at him with bewilderment. Since when did he get so bold?

      “Yeah.”

      "I’m not stripping while your perverted ass is staring."

      "Nothing I haven’t seen before," he shrugged, eyes twinkling with mischief.

      "Out!" You grabbed a pillow and chucked it at the thirsty man. “You fien”

      He dodged, laughing as he backed toward the door. "Only for you, love!"

      You shut the door behind him, shaking your head with a small smile.

      -

      The evening air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of city life as you and Isagi strolled through the streets, hand in hand. The glow of streetlights bathed the pavement in a warm, golden hue, and the faint scent of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor filled the air. It was peaceful, just the two of you, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence. These were the moments you cherished most. The quiet, stolen fragments of normalcy. Laughter bubbled up between you two as your dorky boyfriend spouted some random nonsense he knew would make you laugh. It was sweet, the way he was so tentative towards you.

      But that tranquility didn’t last for long.

      You felt it before it even happened. Familiar, lingering glances from a small group of middle schoolers standing nearby. Their hushed whispers, barely concealed excitement, and the way they kept shifting their gaze toward Isagi made it all too clear. You sighed inwardly, already knowing what was coming.

      Sure enough, three of them finally gathered the courage to approach. Their steps were hesitant at first, their hands fidgeting at their sides. One of the kids, probably the boldest of the group, cleared their throat before speaking.

      “U-um… excuse me! You’re—You’re Isagi Yoichi, right?” Their voice wavered between nervousness and awe, their friends standing just behind, eyes wide with anticipation.

      You stole a glance at Isagi, who offered them a small, friendly smile.

      And as much as you wanted to be patient, to remind yourself that these were just people who admired him, you couldn’t ignore the twinge of irritation settling in your chest. Your time with him was so limited, and yet, even now, it wasn’t truly yours.

      "Can we take a picture? We're really big fans!"

      You sighed, prepared for the routine of Isagi smiling for the camera while you played photographer. But then, something unexpected happened. Instead of handing you the phone, they positioned themselves between both of you. You blinked. They wanted a picture with you, too? Isagi and you, not just him.

      Your boyfriend grinned as he wrapped an arm around you, all too amused by your shocked expression. You managed to smile for the camera, still processing the fact that, for once, you weren’t forgotten.

      Then, to your even greater surprise, one of the middle schoolers turned to you, practically vibrating with excitement. "C-Can I get a picture with just you, L/n-san?"

      Your jaw nearly dropped.

      "Huh? Me?"

      "Yes! You're so cool!" they beamed before handing the phone over to Isagi to take the picture.

      Your face went hot. Isagi, meanwhile, couldn’t help the fireworks in his heart at the sight of your expression. The way your eyebrows were raised, your cheeks flushed and your eyes all wide and doey. You looked like the epitome of the expression, ‘deer in headlights’.

      You tried to regain your composure, posing for the picture.

      The middle schooler grinned, clutching their phone like it held the most precious treasure. "You're so smart and pretty, and you and Isagi are, like, goals!"

      Isagi chuckled under his breath, watching as your flustered expression deepened. His grip on your hand tightened slightly, a silent reassurance as you blinked in surprise at the unexpected compliment. You weren’t used to being recognized, at least not in this way. It was always about Isagi, about his incredible skills on the field, his rising fame, his career. But to hear someone acknowledge you, your intelligence, your looks, and your relationship caught you completely off guard.

      “You follow my work?” you stammered, blinking at the middle schooler, who grinned and clutched their phone like it was holding the most precious treasure.

      “Of course!” they chirped. “Your research is so cool! I read that article you posted last month—well, I didn’t understand all of it, but it was still amazing! And your social media posts? Super inspiring! You’re always sharing interesting stuff, and the way you talk about your work is just—ahhh, so cool! You’re, like, super talented!”

      Your lips parted, struggling to find the right words. “Oh! Thank you!” you finally managed, offering them a small, bashful smile.

      The kid practically beamed, rocking on their heels as they stared up at the two of you with starry-eyed admiration. “Seriously, you guys are amazing!”

      “It was nice meeting you, bye!” They said before running back to where they were, giggling.

      You watched them go, their excitement still bubbling over as they rejoined their friends. A small smile tugged at your lips. Despite the initial interruption, you had to admit, it wasn’t the worst encounter.

      Isagi let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck as he turned to you with an amused grin. “See? You’re famous too,” he teased.

      You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the warmth in your expression. “Hardly. But… it was kind of nice,” you admitted, glancing down at your intertwined hands. “I’m just not used to it. People always recognize you, not me.”

      Isagi tilted his head slightly, squeezing your hand before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Well, they should. You work just as hard if not more.”

      Your heart fluttered at his words, the sincerity in his voice melting away the remnants of your earlier frustration. He always had this way of making you feel valued, of reminding you that your work, your passion, that you were just as important as everything else.

      No—you were the most important to him. You just didn’t notice it. You didn’t see the way he’d always steal glances at you, the way he needed to constantly be touching at least some part of you, the way he needed at least (if not more) a kiss a day, the way he needed to hear your voice just to get through the week, the way he just needed you.

      You sighed, leaning into him slightly as you resumed walking. Isagi hummed softly, draping an arm around your shoulders as he pulled you close once again. You smiled, letting yourself sink into the warmth of the moment. Even if the world would always pull at him, demanding his time and attention, it all belonged to you.

[elllisaaa]

HANDS ON YOUR KNEES - OH SEUNGMIN

KINKTOBER DAY 20 - COLLAR/LEASH + JEALOUSY

SUMMARY : despite you wearing the collar seungmin bought you, some guy still had the nerves to try and hit on you. your boyfriend had to do something, and to remind you that no one could ever treat you as good as he could.

-> pairing : bf!seungmin x fem!reader

-> words count : 1.6k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : dom!seungmin x sub!reader, jealousy (obviously), collar & leash (obviously too), mentions of alcohol, a jerk's bothering reader, dirty talk, degradation, praising, a bit of breathe play, swearing, blowjob, deephtroating, face fucking, use of 'slut', 'kitten' & 'whore', begging, hair pulling, cum eating, dacraphilia,

+ the way i'm depicting gunil does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> author's note : i'm finally back at it !! i'm so, so sorry for the horrendeous delay on this, I hope you'll still like the rest of the event regardless, kisses and hugs !

-> masterlist | xdh masterlist | kinktober 2024

It was never that Seungmin was possessive, because he knew that you were his without any doubt, it was that he liked to show you off, to show off how good you were to him and how he owned you in every way possible. That was why he bought you a collar. At first, you only wore it in private, when it was only you and Seungmin at home. But as time went on, you came to like the feeling of the leather against your neck, and how it screamed that you were his. So little by little, you started to wear it in outside settings too, always taking care of matching your outfit to the color of your collar. 

And it honestly made Seungmin go crazy everytime you would wear it, but even more so now that you were doing it with people around. He was proud of telling the world that you were his girlfriend, but the way you were not afraid of showing that you were his too, it made him fall even more in love with you - and it turned him on a whole new level too. 

Regarding all of this, Seungmin couldn’t understand why some random guy thought it would be appropriate to try to flirt with you when you were obviously wearing your collar, when he was by your side only a few minutes earlier. He had just left for a moment to go to the bathroom, and when he came back, this lame dude was trying to steal you away from him. He was confident that this wouldn’t happen - because you loved him and he trusted you - but the audacity that guy had made him angrier than he thought it would. 

Seungmin approached the two of you calmly, sneaking one arm around your waist and kissing your temple before he looked up at the guy with a smirk that he didn’t even try to hide. And the way you immediately leaned against him with a sigh of relief made him see this guy in an even worse light. He couldn’t hear what he was saying to you, but guessing by the way you reacted at his interruption, he must have been pestering you since he left. 

“- What’s going on darling ? Are you okay ? Who’s this ?

- Yeah, I’m alright, he was gonna leave, right ?”

You took a sip of your beer, not really looking back at the man that had been bothering you, but Seungmin didn’t hesitate to stare at him with a condescending look on his face. Though, the guy wasn’t disposed to leave yet apparently, despite the fact that you were clearly uninterested, and that you were clearly taken. And it was starting to get on Seungmin’s nerves. 

“- No, I’m not leaving. Who are you anyway man ? Can’t you see I was talking to this girl ?”

The way he was talking about you like you were not even there made your boyfriend’s jaw clench, and you could feel the rage radiating from him. His jealousy was talking for him, and it was never good, for either of you. You intertwined your fingers with his, trying to remind him of your presence by his side and to soothe him a little. 

“- This girl is my fucking girlfriend, man. So either you leave by yourself or I’ll make you leave.”

Seungmin didn’t strike as a guy who could fight, but you knew he could definitely put this dude down. However, you didn’t want it to get to that point. Yes, he had been annoying, but you just wanted to enjoy this evening with your boyfriend, and it had been a long time since your schedules aligned to go out together, you didn’t want this opportunity to be ruined by a motherfucker who couldn’t take a hint, or no for an answer. 

“- Please, just go away. As I told you, I have a boyfriend. It’s best for you to leave us alone.”

The man huffed, but one of his friends pulled him back and apologized for him. However, it did not ease the feelings stirring inside of Seungmin. He tried to concentrate on the bitter taste of beer going down his throat, and on the way you were slowly stroking his arm, but all he wanted was to remind you that you were his. He knew it was irrational, because you were the first one to send that guy off, and that there was no reason for him to feel that jealous over a loser like him, but he was, and he needed to have you. 

“- We’re going home. Now.

- What ? But Seungmin, we just got here !

- We’ll come back another time, but right now I want to be inside you so we’re going home, darling.”

Your cheeks heated up, and you pushed him towards the exit of the bar, worried that someone might have heard him saying filthy things. But honestly, you weren’t opposed to his plan. Sex when Seungmin was jealous was always so good you couldn’t say no. He was quiet on the way home, one hand settled high up your thigh as he drove the both of you through the city and back to your shared apartment. As soon as you opened the door, Seungmin led you to the bedroom and began to rummage through a drawer that was reserved for all the toys you owned. And you knew very well what he was searching for. 

“- Kneel down on the floor darling, hands on your knees.”

You positioned yourself like he had asked you to, in the exact same spot you always found yourself whenever Seungmin needed to unwind. When your boyfriend looked back at you, his gaze had visibly darkened, and he was holding the leash that could be attached to your collar. He chuckled when he saw your eyes glimmer as he approached you, hooking the leash into the collar and experimentally tugging on it. His smirk widened when you let out a relieved sigh.

“- You look so pretty like this, all fucking mine.”

You nodded along at his words, nuzzling your face against his hand when he stroked your cheek. You were all his. Seungmin unbuttoned his jeans with one hand, keeping the leash wrapped around his other hand, and he pulled them down enough so his half hard cock could spring free. Seeing you with your collar and leash, that he had specifically bought for you, chosen for you, put on you himself always did things to him. 

“- I’m gonna fuck your throat, darling. And you’re gonna take it like the good little slut you are.

- Yes, please.”

Seungmin grin widened as you whined when he tugged on the leash, pushing you closer to him until your face was pressed against his hard cock. The view was sinful, and nasty, but that was what the both of you loved. 

“- Open your mouth.”

You obeyed on the spot, your tongue lolling out and your doe eyes looking up at him. Seungmin groaned as he tugged on the leash harder, forcing his tip inside of your mouth. And you let him push his dick further down, relaxing your throat to the max until he was buried to the hilt. Seungmin groaned when you swallowed around him, his eyes filled with lust and something darker you knew all too well. 

“- Such a good little whore you are kitten.”

You kept your hands on your knees like he had asked you to as he started to rock his hips back and forth, his veiny length dragging inside of your mouth. Seungmin tugged on the leash to have you meet his moves every time, invading all your senses as you tried to keep your gag reflex under control. You whined quietly around him when he pulled particularly hard on your collar, the pressure making the wet spot in your panties significantly grow. That was when he seemed to lose his self control. 

“- Fuck…”

When he went silent like this and not bombarding you with his dirty words anymore was when he was about to ruin you. And that was exactly what he did. His hips snapped forward at a rapid pace, one hand tugging on the leash to bring you back to him in sync with his every move, and the other closed up in a fist in your hair, pushing you down even further on his cock. His groans and moans were loud, saliva pooling at the corner of your mouth the deeper you took him down your throat, and you couldn’t even complain about the way he was ruining you because the look of pure ecstasy on his face and his airy moans could have been enough to make you cum. 

Without long, Seungmin was grunting about how good and warm you felt, about how he was going to fill your mouth with his cum and leave his mark on you. He tugged on the leash every so often, making you gag around his cock and producing a song that brought him even closer to the edge. Your cheeks were covered in tears, your makeup just as ruined as you were, but it didn’t matter when Seungmin was moaning as he shot his load down your throat. A satisfied smirk spread on his lips as you swallowed it all down without him having to tell you anything - he really did train you to be his perfect good girl. He crouched down in front of you, still on your knees and out of breath, pulling on your leash and making you whine until your faces were inches apart. 

“- You’re mine, darling, all mine.”

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[dorkus-mcdingus]

A Gentle Song in the Woods: A Silver Thought

I'm gonna be honest, the ocarina is like the PERFECT instrument for Silver and I sorta thought to myself one day before the update,

"If there's an instrument I could see Silver playing, it would definitely be a wind instrument."

I'm so glad my little HC was right.

So, to make up for the Malleus angst, I wanna treat the Silver fans since AUGH HE'S SO PRECIOUS!!!! Hope you enjoy! Oh yeah, slight Book 7 spoilers ahead!

Early morning creeps up but alas, with Grim snoring in your ear you could barely get a wink. Not to mention, Crewel just HAD to require his little pups to get some ingredients from the woods behind the campus in order to complete an experiment.

Wanting to save yourself the trouble, you decide to go at the crack of dawn in an effort to get the freshest and first pick of the day before the other students come stampeding like a pack of wildebeests.

These woods were nothing new to you (after all, you and your best friends nearly died in the mine on your first day of school) but compared to the rowdiness the other boys bring, it was a nice little spot to get some peace and quiet.

The sunrise as you made your trek painted the sky in the most gorgeous shades of blue, orange, and hints of pink and violet. Kinda reminds you of someone you know doesn't it?

But then, much like the light breeze playing around with the canopy of leaves above you as well as the gentle song of birds chirping, you hear... Another song? Common sense should tell you that if you hear music in the woods, turn back and run like hell but the slow and gentle rhythm made you all the more curious to see where it was coming from.

Deeper, and deeper you trek down the forest, you find a familiar face sitting by a tree with a circle of animals around him as an audience.

Honestly, who could blame the animals when Silver had such a peaceful aura to him? With the how the morning rays cast down on his hair and on his gentle face, coupled with the ocarina he was playing, one could easily mistake him for an angel walking on the earth. There's no mistaking that he's just so beautiful inside and out.

Although, the animals took notice of your presence when the music stopped and they hastily scampered away while Silver himself was rendered a little surprised seeing you but greeted you with a polite "Good morning, prefect" anyway.

Feeling a little bad for surprising him as well as the animals, you apologize, telling him that you didn't mean to startle him and you recalled your curiosity about the song he was playing.

"When I was little, I caught Father playing this song one night. From what I can remember, he said that it was a song from his youth so I wanted to learn how to play it."

You giggled picturing the scene in your head. A little toddling Silver sitting by the front yard of the cottage they lived in and Lilia's patiently teaching him that song on the ocarina while the young boy had a big smile on his face. From all the stories the old bat fae tells you about Malleus, Silver, and Sebek, they must've been cute kids.

Still, you applauded him. Telling him that he played beautifully and oddly enough, an ocarina suited him extremely well the more you got to know him.

In turn, he gave his gentle but awkward smile and replied saying,

"Thank you."

[sup38008]

Guys, do you think Adam and the other 2 (maybe 3 with Lucifer) archangels would be besties post cannon?

Like Adam and Michael are already like a married couple. So he’s already got one down.

Personally I think Adam’s first meeting with Raphael and Gabe would be rocky for obvious reasons, but then they become great friends. To the point even Michael is jealous of them.

And their friendship only actually happens because Adam is like the only being that treats them normally. Like their actual people(archangels) instead of eldrich entity’s that should be feared.

And no one has ever done that for them. Not even their fellow angel siblings. They are the highest and most dangerous weapon heaven has. And with that, the power, responsibility, and burdens of the job has left them above everything else. So there’s no room for actual genuine friendship.

Like even with Gabriel, the winchesters were kinda “friends” with him. But not the same way Adam and him could be. Like at their core, TFW feared Gabriel in a sense. I mean he is an archangel, they would be fools if they didn’t.

They knew he could kill them anytime he wished. He has repeatedly showed them his powers already. (Like the repeating Tuesday). So yeah, they weren’t really “friends”, so to say. Because at the end of the day, they wouldn’t trust him as far as they could throw him. Which isn’t much. If at all. And trust is a needed basic component in any kind of relationship.

And we don’t even have to start with Raphael, that mf ain’t got no friends, that’s for sure😭🤞.

And now we get to Adam, bro has lived with the archangel MICHAEL for like 1,000 years or 50,000. Pick one. He is so used to the archangel bullshit, it’s not even funny. 😞 And he’s like idk, the second or something oldest human, so bro is just chilling with anything after being with MICHAEL; IN A CAGE. For years.

So he’s used to super mega powerful being that doesn’t have human limitations.

So to him, Gabe and Raphael are just his boyfriends brothers. And just that.

He treats them like normal people, talk to em like normal people, and just acts like nothing bothers him. Like they don’t scare him. (They don’t, Michael’s protective ass ain’t letting nobody touch his human 💀)

So of course these lonely ass, sad ass archangels are like, “hmm, interesting. I now see what Michael saw in you”, and are like, “lemme give this a chance, he genuinely ain’t scared of me”. Cuz for once, someone isn’t.

They’re being treated normally, like normal people with their own issues and troubles. And this is exactly what they need after the whole, god just using them like replaceable toys in his story. THAT DOESN’T EVEN REVOLVE AROUND THEM, HIS FREAKING CHILDREN.

So yeah, a sense of normalcy is needed. And Adam is happy to provide it. Bro is literally the kindest person on earth, bro’s been dealing with Michaels troubled, protective, first nepo baby, and just-say-the-word-and-I’ll-eradicate-the-entire-universe-if-it-so- -much-as-bothers-you ass. To have the patience for that, bro has my respect ✊.

Also they would get along just fine too. Great even.

Adam has this side of quiet, melancholy, wise, and understanding to him, that developed in the cage. And this pair well with Raphael’s character, so they chilling having a cup of tea and biscuits while reading medical books on a sunny afternoon; basking in the company and just peace and quiet.

Adam also has this unhinged side that also developed in the cage, cuz Yk. Humans aren’t meant to live this long, so he’s just here and doesn’t give a flying fuck on a rolling donut anymore. Pairs well with Gabriel’s trickster ass self.

So they definitely ganging up on TFW, and pulling the craziest, meanest, and funniest pranks on them knows to man and; archangel apparently. 😩

This is also fueled by Adam’s dislike for the Winchesters. Cuz Yk, they left him in the cage. Some family they are. 🤷‍♀️ All in all, they become an unstoppable duo.

Anyways, what do you guys think? Thoughts and comments are welcomed in this blog. Write your hearts out, it will be appreciated! Let me know if y’all want to hear my perspective on this with Lucifer added. I think I have been rambling enough for today.

Buh-bye 👋

[brwnbnny]

what are ur thoughts on sleeper build Chris whos also like hairy . Wholeheartedly i think he’s hairy all over NEED THAT!!

Oh you just opened a huge can of dicks with this... im giving you PORN WITH PLOT BCUS I CAN!

He's insecure but too lazy to shave it.. he doesnt have a girlfriend or anyone he really shows it.. soo? its fine..

until.. he's invited to go paddle boarding with josh, you, and sam.. oh god.. hes gonna be in a swimsuit.. INFRONT OF YOU.. OH NO-

little does he know hes about to get himself a one way ticket to POUND TOWN.

Him and Josh get there early- Josh is completely scheming this whole thing into getting you and Chris to fuck or something, you're blatant flirting back and forth making him sick to his stomach at the fact you two ARENT together.

You and Sam arrive and DEAR GOD chris cannot stop blatantly staring at your legs and ass its like...obsessive

Josh assigns you and sam to sit and relax on the boards while him and chris do all the paddling- Chris almost protests until he sees the stare you've got at his fuzzy chest.. you look like you're about to eat him alive and now he's nervous about what you're thinking.

about 30 minutes out you and chris get ahead of josh and sam a bit and decide to chat- you feeling quite blunt and bold ask him why he'd never taken his shirt off infromt of you prior

"So- have you just never.. taken your shirt off infront of me because.. you're a furry animal?"

"W-well- hey!- jesus that's a bit harsh..."

"... i didn't say that was a bad thing did i?"

".. no.. no you didn't actually- does this not weird you out?"

" jokes on you i'm into that"

"Oh-... Oh?"

"... i said that out loud didnt i?"

"you did..."

"... anyway.. how.. has your week at college been?"

"Mm.. fine, usual stress factors of professors and studies"

You two choose to ignore it.. for now.

You two get back to shore and before you know it you two are making plans for him to come over for lunch- inviting sam and josh only for them to reject politely that they both have plans as well.

No you're throwing on a show you and Chris have binged with the group before and sharing some takeout you picked up on the way back to his place.

You're curious.. and itching.. to run your hands over his fuzzy chest and see where that thick happy trail leads to. you're finding it hard to act normal and sit still..

"H-hey are you- are you okay? you seem really fidgety..."

"Hm? oh.. yeah.. just uh.. thinking about something.."

"...you care to enlighten me on your thoughts?"

"Mm- no- that would be.. a bit weird to you probably"

and he nods his head already knowing what you're thinking of

"Is it the fact you finally saw me shirtless? it's weird- you said you were into it- but if you're just trying to make me feel b-"

"- can i feel it?"

"can- can you-- what?"

"... nevermind."

"Nono- i just.. you want to touch my obnoxiously hairy chest? i've never been asked that by a girl-"

"- you dont need too it- it's fine i was just.. joking..."

"... no you weren't."

" No i wasnt."

Now you're in his lap on his couch running your hands up his shirt while he breathes hard and his hands slowly find comfort on your thighs

"Whoa.. it's really soft.."

".. oh jesus you're treating me like im some mythical beast-"

".. yeah i absolutely am.. i dunno.. maybe you are some type of secretly massive furry beast.."

"In bed sur-"

"- OH?"

"I DIDNT MEAN TO SAY THAT"

"... show me?"

"what?"

"You claimed to be a beast in bed.. prove it"

"I-is this- real?"

"Yeah.. can i take off your shirt, Chris?"

"J-jesus.. yeah.."

Now you're riding him. and his happy trail is brushing up on your cunt just right while you dig your nails into his broad, bulky shoulders. both of you gasping and moaning while the loud wet noises of your bodies fills his small campus apartment.

"Ch-Chris!-"

"-Yeah- ohh shit.. yeah?"

"T-this prove how much i-mm!- like your h-hairy self?"

"Mmh! Mmhm! yes! yes it d-does!"

Running your smaller hands through his huge chest- the soft golden hair paring perfectly with your skin tone as you grab at his chest to fuck yourself harder onto his lap- leaning forward to kiss him until youre both sloppily moaning into eachothers mouths- babbling about how close you are to cumming together

you're welcome.. ho...

[violettavonviolet]

Spideytorch fic rec list

hey guys, as promised spideytorch is next! Those two idiots are very dear to my heart and I think I've found some gems! Do send the authors some love if you end up reading some <3. All fics are complete, the word count goes up as you scroll and mind the tags before you read!

Caught on Candid Camera

Traincat

Summary:

“You have ten seconds to tell me what’s wrong,” Peter said, picking up the strangely bubbling beaker. His spider-sense stayed silent, thankfully, but his science-sense was giving him a headache. 

“Aren’t you around kids?” Johnny said. “I shouldn’t be telling you this if you’re around kids.”

“Six… five... four…” Peter said.

“It’s just,” Johnny said breathlessly, “did you know that there are webcams on the Statue of Liberty now?”

Peter dropped the beaker.

5k, mature

teenager in love

orangejoose

Summary:

Johnny groaned exaggeratedly. Then he leaned in close to Spidey, narrowing his eyes. “Are you like super ugly or something? Oh my god! You actually have eight eyes! Or fangs?? You have fangs! Or… no nose! Like Voldemort! No, wait… that's a snake thing.”

Spidey laughed, and Johnny’s heart leaped at the sound, but he quickly kicked himself internally. Nope. No. Johnny was sixteen, and he had no idea how old Spidey was. Early twenties at the youngest, but no. No way. That could not happen.

6k secret identity, gen

Kind, Sober, and Fully Dressed

Traincat

Summary:

"Pete, my man, my completely platonic best bro," he muttered to himself in the voice he reserved solely for mocking Johnny Storm. "Come over and watch my maybe sex tape! Fun times! Just two guys hanging out -" he slammed the bathroom door maybe a little harder than necessary "- watching the one guy's celebrity sex tape! Good clean fun!"

Mrs. Moretti downstairs banged on her ceiling with a broom.

Everything was coming up Parker tonight.

--

Or, in which Peter proves himself tragically unable to take a hint. Post-Amazing Spider-Man Digital #17, aka the time Johnny asked Peter to watch his sex tape.

8k miscommunication, mature

stranger danger

animosities

Summary:

pete

is this a bad time to ask who this is??

Hothead

Is this not Grindr Peter?

pete

nope

Hothead

Ahhh fuck

Sorry for the unsolicited dick pic

pete

that’s alright, ive seen worse

--

In which Johnny gets a username wrong, Peter gets a dick pic, and MJ gets a headache just thinking about the situation.

10k no powers teen

All That We Were

paramountie

Summary:

“What do you think the deal is anyway?” Peter asks. “My money’s on dreamscape.”

“Twenty bucks says it’s an alternate universe.”

“Nuh-uh, pal. It’s a dream for sure. Or a nightmare.”

10k alternate universe, gen

Better in Picture

weekend_conspiracy_theorist

Summary:

In which Peter Parker has no interest in sleeping with Matt Murdock, no matter what anyone seems to think.

12k teen and up

Weaving Spiders Come Not Here

Mizzy

Summary:

People are treating Peter oddly. Really oddly.

It turns out they're being nice to him because they think his boyfriend cheated on him.

…with Spider-Man.

It's honestly quite tiring pretending to be jealous of yourself.

13k secret identity, teen

Always Glad You Came

aloneintherain

Summary:

Spider-Man is a relatively new, controversial vigilante, and Johnny has a crush the size of the Empire Building. The Four - operating under the assumption that Spidey is an adult - do not approve.

“I just happen to think Spider-Man's cool,” Johnny says, matter-of-factly. “A hero can think another hero is cool without making it weird. I admire his aloofness. And his badass-ness.”

“His aloofness,” Ben repeats, chuckling into his mug of beer. It’s roughly the size of Johnny’s head. “Yeah, sure, I bet that’s all your admire, right?”

13k secret identity teen

Six of Swords

Traincat

Summary:

“I’m sorry, Peter,” Reed said. “From what I’m seeing currently -- I’m afraid the condition might be permanent.”

“Hm,” Peter said. He drummed his fingers – six hands’ worth of them – on the table top, considering Reed’s words carefully. “Nah.”

“Excuse me?” Reed said.

“No,” Peter said. “Because see, I’ve done this whole rodeo before, and this? This is not permanent.”

“You’ve had six arms before,” Reed said, slowly, as if that was the weirdest thing he’d ever heard in their business. As if Peter hadn’t passed Doctor Doom out in the hallway walking in here.

“He did,” Johnny filled in helpfully. “In college. Or anyway that’s what he told me this one time when we were looking for vampires.”

--

Peter is transformed back into a six-armed Spider-Man. Johnny sticks around.

14k six armed spidey, teen and up

Tied to the Wait and Sees

Mizzy

Summary:

Johnny Storm's in love. With Spider-man. Except no one seems to even believe Johnny when he tells them. Everyone thinks he's totally joking. What a buzzkill. Even his bff doesn't react supportively, which is rude, disrespectful, and completely awkward when Johnny walks into a time anomaly and wakes up in the future married not to his beloved Spider-man, but to Peter Parker.

Huh, no wonder Parker reacted so badly to the news.

14k, Time travel, teen

Eight Arms to Hold You

metaphoracle

Summary:

When Spider-Man’s best friend Johnny Storm asks him for help in tactfully declining a marriage proposal from the King of Atlantis, Namor the Sub-Mariner, the only solution is for him to volunteer Daily Bugle photographer Peter Parker to pretend to be dating Johnny at the Engagement Banquet in Atlantis. Sure, it’s technically lying to his best friend about who Peter Parker is, but the important thing is that Johnny won’t have to marry Namor, and if Peter gets some photographs of Atlantis to sell, what’s the harm? Peter thought the most difficult thing about this scenario was going to be making sure Johnny didn’t figure out Peter is actually Spider-Man. Having to pretend he wasn’t actually falling in love with his best friend never crossed his mind. 

Featuring fake relationships, forced (almost) marriages, identity porn, traditional Atlantean clothing, and amorous cephalopods.

15k fake relationship, teen and up

Say You Will, Say You Won't

Traincat

Summary:

Johnny Storm found him on a Friday afternoon, wearing the kind of beseeching look that filled Peter with dread.

“I need to ask you a favor,” he said.

“No,” Peter said, swinging away.

__

Peter and Johnny get married, really-not-really.

15k, pretend relationship, part of a series!!

My Gigantic Crush

lamujerarana

Summary:

Peter Parker has a problem. He's in love with his best friend, Johnny Storm. Well, he should really say Spider-Man's best friend, given that Johnny has no idea they're the same person.

16k identity porn, teen

New York Minute

Traincat

Summary:

“It’s just that, when whatever happened, happened, it’s like my senses have been dialed to eleven. There’s – there’s way too much input, so they just kind of help me focus.”

--

Johnny Storm, impossibly, helps Peter focus.

16k hurt/comfort, teen

No Dating Here!

lamujerarana

Summary:

Johnny has no idea what Reed, Ben, and Sue keep going on about. He doesn't have feelings for Spidey at all. He doesn't even know what the guy looks like. And he definitely would never date him.

Or, what starts off as everyone wrongly thinking Johnny's dating Spidey eventually leads to Johnny actually dating Spidey but pretending he isn't because he doesn't want to give his family the satisfaction of knowing they were right.

***

“You really aren’t going to admit that you’re dating him, are you?” Sue says incredulously. She taps her finger against that very incriminating photo in the tabloid. “You’re kissing him, baby brother, right here.”

“Kissing? Spidey? Me? I would never,” Johnny scoffs, right as he finishes making a date to meet Spidey later that night. “Not in a million years. I am way out of his league. I’m so far above him he can’t even see me.”

Spidey’s going to see plenty of Johnny later tonight, but Sue doesn’t need to know anything about that.

18k identity porn & secret relationship, teen

Tales From The Back Pages

Traincat

Summary:

Peter Parker was born with his words. Johnny Storm's been sure his will be said sarcastically since he was a child. Everything else more or less happens according to plan.

19k soulmates teen

Lightning in a Bottle

Gruoch

Summary:

Peter takes the tablet and looks down at the screen, where a picture of Spider-Man intimately entangled in a passionate embrace with Johnny Storm is displayed across the majority of the Daily Bugle’s home page. TORCH CAUGHT IN SPIDER-MAN’S WEB, the headline reads, bracketed by spider and flame emojis.

Peter looks back up at Tony, who is still staring at him completely stone-faced. 

Tony reaches across the island and taps the screen. “So. What do you have to say about that?”

“Well. For one, I’m a little disappointed with the headline,” Peter offers.

Tony lets his chin drop against his chest, momentarily defeated, before taking a deep breath and once more skewering Peter with a hard look. “You could have at least given me some warning that the two of you are...I mean, I had my suspicions, but—”

“You’re misconstruing the situation. Spider-Man and the Torch are dating,” Peter explains. “Johnny and I are just friends.”

“Boy, you’re really leaning hard into this whole alter ego thing, aren’t you?” Tony deadpans. “How’s that working out for you?”

20k idiots in love, teen

Black Magic, Love, and Other Unexplainable Sensations

gleesquid

Summary:

Once upon a time, a handsome prince needed a fearsome warrior's help to save the entire kingdom. Peter Parker is not entirely sure how he fits into this.

21k fairytale not rated

Play Pretend

Fernandidilly_yo

Summary:

When the city dubs the new vigilant with the name 'Spider-Man' no one questions it. Really it just leads to a lot of speculation of who the man underneath the mask is. 

Nobody would ever guess it's really a fifteen-year-old girl.

26k, fem peter, pre-relationship, gen

Five Times The Human Torch And Spider-Man Failed At Being Incognito, And The One Time They Didn't Even Try

Ademimo

Summary:

There is no better bonding experience than sneaking around together (or, alternatively, around each other) and utterly failing at it. 

In which Peter Parker and Johnny Storm :

- are not that talented at infiltration ;

- really need to sharpen their acting skills ;

- should not be categorized as subtle heroes ;

- should not be considered as talented at social interaction, either, for that matter ;

- and most importantly, see their relationship evolve over the years (it's not romantic, they're friends. Not that they don't wish for more, but the other just doesn't feel that way, okay ?)

OR : Five times the Human Torch and Spider-Man failed at being incognito, and the one time they didn't even try

28k friends to lovers, identity reveal, teen

Lost Without You

lamujerarana

Summary:

Johnny and Peter fall into a wormhole and are sent careening across the universe together. With no hope of rescue, they end up having to figure out their own way home, which isn't as easy as it sounds.

To make matters worse, Johnny's been in love with Peter for a long, long, long time. Nothing's happened ever because Peter doesn't seem too interested, but now Johnny's stuck alone in space with the guy of his dreams and a whole lot of feelings that just won't go away. 

***

Dammit. Johnny just wanted Peter to kiss him. Was it really too much to ask after years of selflessly saving the planet? Johnny deserved that much, universe.

Really he deserved all of the hot guys, gals, aliens, and so on kissing him that he wanted, and he only wanted Peter. He was being reasonable, universe, and yet you still couldn’t come through for him, could you?

Johnny found the universe very disappointing. He ranked it right near the top of his list of the most disappointing things he’d ever come across. Somewhere near The Matrix sequels and that pair of skinny jeans that had made him look anything but.

49k humor teen and up

Peter Parker's Guide to Secret Identities

coocoocachu

Summary:

“Oh wow, it’s the Human Torch, Johnny Storm.” MJ whispered to Peter. Peter just hummed back. Maybe it was a little childish to be upset but he totally had that thing with the weird mutant moth under control last night. Peter leaned against the wall while MJ milled around talking to people trying to figure out what the big scoop was here. ‘There always has to be a reason for an exclusive, Peter!’ she had said. Yeah, Peter thought, and the reason is Johnny Storm loves the attention. Peter fiddled with his camera. Action shots were more his thing, particularly somehow managing to take action selfies of himself as Spider-Man or a few of his supercharged enemies. Pictures of egotistical superhero’s shirtless? Not really his area.

94k identity reveal, teen and up

[jacquesthepigeon]

Before I looked at your answer, I was thinking about the "Gamer" episode randomly and holy shit, you couldn't be more right.

I never liked how both Tikki and Alya tried to tell Marinette she was being wrong and selfish for trying to beat Max's high score just so she could flirt with Adrien. What kind of nonsense was that? It doesn't matter why Marinette played against him. It was a qualifying round of a competition, and Max LOST! Max being akumatized? Perfectly fine, since he still tried to be a good sport and akumatizations are all about taking advantage of people's emotions. But Marinette's two best friends trying to treat her as though SHE'S in the wrong for being better than someone else at a video game? What kind of nonsense is that? If I practice something for months and lose to someone better than me, should they just step down and go "Tee hee, my bad. You deserve to be the winner instead!"? No!

What lesson was meant to be learned in this episode? Was it "Don't have ulterior motives?". Neither Marinette nor Adrien should have handed Max the controller at the end of the episode, and Max should have ended the episode acknowledging that he just needed to practice more.

Legit I just had to delete an ask just now cuz anon was trying to convince me that the narrative never acknowledges maribug’s wrongs and they were so comprehensively incorrect that I had no respectful way of responding

Anyway yeah the narratives trying to convince us everything is her fault is insane

Remember “the stupidity of sending a love letter”?

Or “she’s responsible for the racially motivated police brutality against her mother”?

Yeah no that shit is obvious as hell idk how some people dig their heads in sand so as to not notice it

[beabnormal24]

You got the funk (gets me stupid, gets me drunk) ~ Franco Colapinto/Lando Norris, 6k, E

Or: 6k of Franco giving Lando road head

Lando swiftly glances at the blinking red icon of their position on Franco’s phone screen, a poor resemblance of an arrow if Lando could see it clearly, though that might be an arduous attempt in the complete darkness of this road, no lamplight in sight, nor any other kind of light source except for his dazzlings.

And the ones of the other car almost blinding him, rushing next to them before finally disappearing into the darkness.

Lando hears Franco muffle a sigh next to him.

“What?” He asks, for a second turning his eyes away from the road for a second, enough to take into the sight of Franco stretching his arm across the headrest, looking worriedly at his phone, another maps’ app open on the screen. “What?”

“I think we are lost.”

Lando snorts, releasing the accelerator when he spots a darker shadow on the tarmac in the distance, that might or might not be a hole. It’s better to be safe than sorry, anyway, and, although he might never admit it in front of Alex, he does treat his Camaro like his daughter.

Excuse him, but he freaking paid for her with his own adult money, he would probably cry if he ever saw a scratch on her.

“Yeah, figured.” He mutters, feeling his thighs clench when they pass over the shadow, the bottom of his seat poking into his back for a second before going back to normal. A hole, indeed, then. “I can’t see anything, mate, just bloody trees.”

The greenish tips of a forest surround the car on each side, following their path like faithful hounds, half drowned in the blue darkness of a waxing crescent night, half caught in the yellowish shadows coming from their headlights.

Lando won’t admit that he’s at least a tiny bit scared, mostly because they haven’t really seen anybody aside from that idiot running against twenty speed limits for a while.

Which means that, perhaps, now they are the idiots.

“It’s beautiful.” Franco says, knocking his elbow against Lando’s on the middle armrest. Lando snorts, raising an eyebrow without even looking at him. “No, vale, it’s scary.”

Lando pats his thigh for a second, smirking to himself when it makes Franco jump only slightly in his seat. “How long did the thing say we should stay on this road?”

“Eh,” Franco makes a half-aborted sound, his voice coming out as a squeak, “There is no signal, now. But it said 20 minutes? Maybe 25?”

Lando has to stop himself from closing his eyes and banging his head against the headrest because, well, there’s still a not very smooth road in front of them, he is half sure that they saw a deer’s sign a few miles ago and he can’t see shit past seven feet in front of them.

If he were to hit a deer he is sure that Alex would be able to tell even from miles away and come and get Lando’s head himself, even if Lando would probably already be curled up in a ball on the asphalt, crying and swearing he would never drive again.

And he also wouldn’t want to scare Franco, of course.

He groans, instead, gripping the steering wheel with a hand and swiftly avoiding the upcoming hole on the right side, wheel just catching the edges of it. “Shit that’s a lot of time.”

“You didn’t tell me that Carlos liked living in the countryside.” Franco says, slumping against his own seat. “Wasn’t he like- rich?”

Lando is only half jealous about not being the one just sitting there in the car and doing nothing. But allegedly, he would never let anyone but himself drive his car and, of course, there’s nothing better than getting to see Franco’s profile in the half shadows, the adorable curve of his nose and the plush of his pouty lips.

Franco sits there being the perfect passenger princess all the times, all pretty and silent when Lando is not in the mood, chatty when Lando needs it.

So, really, no complaining at all.

“Yeah, loaded.” He shrugs, leaning his chin over his free hand. The perks of an automatic, especially when he has to drive for so long in a semi-straight line. “But, you know, he and Alex have like tons of horses and dogs and shit, so…”

“Didn’t you say you have horses, too?”

Lando can feel the tips of his ears immediately blooming red. It’s not like he is ashamed in any way, it’s just- “My sisters do horse riding.” He mumbles.

“Rich boy.” Franco singsongs, tapping Lando’s elbow, and even though he knows it’s teasing, Lando can still feel the deep red roots of embarrassment clawing at his cheeks.

He was born in a pretty comfortable household, alright, but he studied to be where he is right now and he swears, he really bought this car with his own money.

He splutters in protest, “I am-“

“Not rich?” Franco interrupts him. When Lando glances swiftly at his face, he has an eyebrow raised, his doe eyes widened in skepticism, though the smile on his lips is still playful. And- when did his mouth get so shiny, again? “This car doesn’t say it, gatito.”

“Would you turn the radio on, please?” Lando chokes out, slapping Franco’s thigh in retaliation, not missing at all the way his skin seems to have gotten warmer all of a sudden, even through the thin fabric of his pants. Uh.

Franco giggles, obviously thrilled by being able to turn Lando into a mushy mess, although if Lando were honest with himself, it’s not even that much of a hardship when you’re Franco.

Even when they had first met, three months ago under the neon purple-blue lights of a gay club Yuki had repeatedly tried to drag him to, and finally managed, he had been so captivated by the sight of Franco that the Argentinian had had to physically close his open mouth with a hand under his chin.

But to his defence, there was not a single functioning brain cell in his head when Franco was looking like that, all long lashes and glinting eyes and pouty glossy lips and freckled chest out on display with the poor excuse of a black mesh T-shirt.

He should not be excused for wanting to bring him back to his place and fuck him into the mattress and then, maybe, when he got to hear Franco’s laugh at one of his very bad jokes, even something more.

Which, to his luck, actually happened.

Franco leans over the console, trying to figure out the controls of the stereo, pressing the button of AFM so insistently that it makes Lando’s eye start to twitch.

“Vamos, carajo!” Franco snaps, adorably scrunching his eyebrows as the fourth consecutive tap of his fingers against the screen does not make the loading indicator disappear. “It doesn’t work! I am trying!”

Lando looks at it quickly, slapping his forehead right after. “Fuck, right, there’s no signal.”

“Oh.” Franco mumbles, flopping back down on his seat. “Yeah, I forgot I said that.”

“Do you want to sing for me, then?” Lando jokes, though if he were completely honest, he doesn’t mind listening to Franco in the shower. Perhaps being almost stranded in a dark forest is not exactly the same, but well- perspectives. “Cumpleanos feliz, cumple-“

Franco snickers, crossing his arms. “That is terrible.”

“Well, sorry if it’s the only one I know in Spanish.” Lando says, just as a row of shadows narrows in front of the car, purplish figures drawn on the asphalt growing thinner just to disappear a second after under his rolling tyres.

He gulps down the sudden knot in his throat, the telltale sensation of freezing goosebumps of fear crawling up his spine as his eyes rake quickly on each side of the dark road.

The yellow lines on the tarmac delimiting the sides seem to be getting more chipped the more they advance through it, the treetops higher, almost as if trying to bend down to cover the sight of their car from outside viewers.

“Despacito? You can’t tell me you don’t know Despacito.” Franco laughs.

Lando can feel the weight of his gaze on the side of his face, mischievous eyes looking at him from under their lashes, tracing scalding trails over his cheek. It’s kind of comforting, especially when Franco’s hand suddenly drapes over the back of his’ on the armrest, warm and gentle, smaller than his but much softer.

Lando exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“Hey,” Franco’s voice is a soft thing, closer than it was before, and Lando has to shake his head out of his thoughts, suddenly realising he has been staring at the road for way too long without uttering a word. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, ‘course, just-“ he gulps down, another shadow disappears under the light cast by the headlights. Long, too long. The trees seem to be suffocating, tightening their grip, tighter, tighter- “Eh, just a bit anxious, you know? It’s the first time you meet my friends properly. I love them, it’s a- a big thing. For me, I mean.”

It’s the first time anybody meets my friends, or I tell my parents about them, honestly. But that, Lando doesn’t say. He tries to let Franco know how much he is special everyday, anyway.

“Mh,” Franco mumbles, clearly unconvinced. “You said Alex can talk to rocks.”

Lando did in fact say that. Not even an hour ago. “Yeah…”

“And Carlos, I mean- we’re the only ones who talk Spanish, si? I can win him easy.”

“They can be a bit too much.”

“Yeah, of course, they are your friends. And you are already too much, and I am already too much. How can they be worse?”

Well, Lando can’t argue against that. “I mean, it’s also that the car-“

“You are scared, eh?” Franco interrupts him, snapping his fingers.

“What? No!” Lando rushes to say. When he turns around, Franco is looking at him, chin propped on his hand and his lips curled into a smirk. He wants to kiss it away, bite his bottom lip and drag his tongue over it. But yeah- right, driving. “Don’t look at me like that, I am not scared. What would make you think that?” He mumbles, turning his attention back to the road.

“You are so red.” Franco teases, and when his fingers come up to pinch at Lando’s cheek, he slaps them away. “You really are scared.”

“Don’t distract me, I am driving.”

“The trees, the dark, right? And we’re alone on this road, for almost half an hour.” Franco says, ignoring him. His fingers resolve to trail down lower, to the column of Lando’s neck, towards the open collar of his shirt. His touch is a soft brush, sending goosebumps all over Lando’s skin every time his nails trace along his birthmarks, and Lando has to shift in his seat when he starts to feel the middle of his thighs tightening dangerously. “You’re scared, gatito, it’s alright.”

“Stop with it.” Lando snaps, though there’s no bite in his voice.

Rivers of shivers run down his spine as Franco’s fingers move to tease the last open button of his shirt, teasing to slip beneath, caressing the space between Lando’s pecs right under his hanging chain necklaces.

Has this road always been this long? What did Franco say? 25 minutes of this?

Lando grits his teeth as he feels a deft finger tugging at his necklace, deciding that enough it’s enough. “Remember who’s the one in charge, Franco.” He says, lowering his voice.

“Oh, trust me I know.” Franco says lascivious. His dancing fingers travel back up to Lando’s free hand, circling his wrist gently before taking it. “I can still feel it from last night, gatito.”

Lando follows his movements blindly – quite literally, since he’s still successfully forcing himself to keep his eyes on the road -, but he can’t help but twitch when his palm comes in contact with the suddenly exposed skin of Franco’s collarbone where he undid the top button.

His fingers are being pressed against it, and Lando traces distractedly the lines of a purplish bite that he left there the night before, biting down right under Franco’s scar as he fucked inside of him, Franco’s tears of pleasure mixing with Lando’s saliva as he kept biting and biting any place available with Franco panting his name into the shell of his ear.

Well, Lando is not proud of the animalistic side of him during sex. But Franco is definitely not against it, so…

“I could feel these all day.” Franco mumbles, just as he forces Lando’s fingers to press yet on another bruise, on his pec, right above his nipple. “Fuck, Lan, you can’t imagine how hot it was. I could feel you biting me and- I feel like I’ve been hard all day.”

Lando gulps again, deciding that it might not hurt to just sneak a peek again, the road is mostly straight, anyway. And when he turns around Franco looks- well, he looks almost like Lando just fucked him then and there, the top half of his shirt open for the world – or the inside of this car – to see, pearly skin all littered in bruises and hickeys the size of Lando’s mouth, his legs spread wide showing the obvious bulge of his dick under his zipper.

“Fuck, Franco.” He exhales, forcing himself to breathe deeply through his nose. The fingers gripping at the steering wheel itch with the need to just touch, let them wander along the detailed lines of his chest, pinch his nipple the way he knows makes Franco go crazy.

Stupid fucking road-

“Let me suck you off.”

Lando almost doesn’t see the next hole in the road, too late to do anything about it except for simply slow down, but they both feel it under their butts the moment the car passes over it. And Franco freaking groans.

“WHAT?” Lando screeches, flicking his eyes to Franco just to see the complete seriousness on his face, his façade only broken by the tongue peeking out of the seam of his lips, wetting them. Lando can’t think straight. “Are you out of your mind?”

“For you?” Franco says, letting go of Lando’s hand still pressed to his pecs to bring his own between Lando’s legs and grip. Lando clenches his thighs together, only trapping Franco’s hand further over his groin, his nails unceremoniously tugging at the zipper of his pants to pull it down. “Yeah, completely crazy.”

“Fran-“ Lando tries to protest, but it’s weak as that delicate pale hand that he loves to kiss so much is suddenly unzipping his pants and disappearing under his boxers. It hovers on his already half hard dick, Lando can feel the chill sensation of his skin against it, the telltale sensation of all the blood in his body rushing to down there because that’s the effect Franco – beautiful, adorable, freaking sexy Franco – has on him. “We can’t- I am driving.”

“And you’re so hard for me. So big, I can still feel it in me.” Franco says, circling the base of Lando’s cock with two fingers and slowly tugging upwards. It doesn’t take more than a bunch of seconds for Lando to grow completely hard in his hand, the head of his dick bumping uncomfortably against the inside of his boxers. “And you’re scared.”

Lando doesn’t even try to deny it this time, instead shifting his hips until Franco’s palm is completely pressed against his hard on.

“So let me take care of you, take your mind off of it.”

“I- I am driving.” Lando tries to protest again, but even his body can’t follow his own orders, a spark of electricity running all over him from where Franco is touching him, torturous slowly. “Franco we can’t-“

“Si, we can.” Franco interrupts him. “Are you saying that you don’t like it when I suck you off?”

Fuck, Lando loves it. Franco really has the mouth of someone who’s meant to be good at that, all plump and the arch of his upper lip sharp like a bow that only tenses when it’s wrapped around Lando’s cock.

The road seems to be getting darker, now, Lando thinks at least 5 minutes must’ve passed ever since they lost signal, and he knows for a fact that Franco can manage to rend him to mush in 10.

Is he proud of that? Not really. But is he complaining? Not at all.

“Okay,” he relents, almost jumping when Franco’s hands immediately go to the hems of his pants, “Fuck, wait, wait a second!”

“Uh?” Franco blinks up at him from where his head is already buried between Lando’s legs, confused, his big doe eyes all dazed. “What?”

“Let me take the seatbelt off.” Lando huffs, unfastening it from his chest. “It’ll make it easier.”

It feels weird, driving without it on, he probably hasn’t done it in years, ever since he was a stupid teenager doing stupid drives around with his freshly licensed friends.

His legs feel more free than usual, his movements more unconfined, but he doesn’t really have that much time to adapt to the new sensation as Franco eagerly bends over his lap, button nose pressing against the inside of Lando’s thighs.

Ah, he must’ve taken off his seatbelt, too, at some point. When did that happen, again?

“Raise your hips, I need to take off your pants.” Franco says, trading his fingers through the belt loops.

Lando follows willingly, perhaps already more affected just by the thought of Franco giving him road head than what he would like to admit. He should cut himself some slack, though, since it’s, well- it’s Franco.

And Franco’s warm, slick wet lips suddenly wrapping around the head of his cock.

“Fuck!” Lando shrieks, accidentally pressing his foot harder on the pedal. The car responds accordingly, suddenly picking up speed just to lose it a second after when Lando adjusts his position.

“Don’t kill us.” Franco reprimands, slapping the exposed top of Lando’s thighs. “I am too hot to be already dead.”

“Warn a guy next time.” Lando grits through his teeth, slapping both hands on the steering wheel and gripping tight.

“Alright,” Franco sighs. “I’m going to suck you, now.”

Anything Lando could’ve possibly thought about saying completely evaporates the moment Franco wraps his lips back around him, not even giving Lando the time to adjust to the feeling before he goes down to the hilt.

“Fuckin’-“ Lando stutters out, taking one hand off the steering wheel to trade his fingers through Franco’s soft hair.

His tongue is doing something magical to the bottom of his dick, passing right over a vein on the underside, and then twirling around like Lando is the most delicious lollipop he has ever tasted.

“Fuck, fuck, Franco-“ Lando groans, twisting his fingers in his scalp.

Franco moans around him, the sound wrapping around Lando’s dick like a warm hand, and he can’t help but buck his hips up just slightly.

Franco takes it like it’s nothing, as if Lando wouldn’t see the way the corners of his mouth are stretching obscenely around him if he were to look down- just for a second-

Lando does, a quick flick of his gaze, his sight filled with Franco’s curly head over his lap, the tip of his nose pressed to the top of Lando’s exposed thighs, saliva running down the sides of Lando’s dick as he brings his head up to suck on the head.

The road, yes, the road- okay.

He turns his eyes back to the road just in time for Franco to slip his tongue inside of his lit, fingers wrapping expertedly around Lando’s base and flicking his wrist quickly with each lick.

“Bloody- you take me so well, Fran. Your mouth is so good.” Lando groans, leaning his head on the backrest and clenching his grip on Franco’s curls, guiding his head back down on his cock until Franco’s lips meet the edge of his fist.

It’s wet and it’s warm, and Franco is using his tongue more than usual, swirling and then pressing it to the length of Lando’s dick in a way that must hurt a little bit, and yet he does it like it’s natural.

Lando groans, shifting his hips up until his head touches the back of Franco’s throat, feels him moan brokenly and then moan even louder when Lando tightens his grip in his hair, tugging almost meanly at his curls.

Lando knows that he can take it, though, that he likes it.

Fuck, sometimes Lando still can’t believe it, ever since the first time he got Franco in his bed, how much of a freak Franco can be, trashing and panting every time Lando’s teeth as much as graze one of his nipples.

Lando loves it, especially how wrecked he looks after, all red cheeked and unruly hair and plump lips sticky with mixes of saliva and come. Though this time he hopes it’ll go away before they get to Alex’s.

He knows that he doesn’t own Franco. That would be terribly bigoted of him and Franco would probably hate him for actually believing it outside of silly dirty talks in the bedroom that only have a real meaning in the heat of the moment.

But that doesn’t mean he appreciates other people getting to see Franco like that, too. That’s just a sight for him.

Whatever ridiculous spark of jealousy is starting to form in his chest, though, is quickly thrown away as Franco manages to move back up to suck hard on the head of his dick.

Lando groans, one hand tightening its grip on the steering wheel as he forces his eyes open. The road is mostly straight, thank God, and there’s nobody else but them, and thanks to some kind of magic Lando is able to keep the car from swirling around even as Franco starts to hollow his cheeks and lap at the underside of his dick in slow, torturous strokes.

“Fuck, baby, you are so good at this.” Lando praises, patting his hair. Franco hums around him, taking half of his dick back into his mouth. “Such a good mouth, such a good boy, mh?”

Lando can’t see him, but he is sure that he must be preening, his cheeks all flushed red as he thrives under the compliments.

The attention seeker, Lando loves him more than it’s probably healthy.

“Are you still thinking about the trees?” Franco teases him as he gets away from his cock, just slowly stroking it with one hand.

When Lando lets himself look down for a second, he’s met with the sight of him blinking up, the red on his face a stark contrast with the apparent angelic look on his doe green eyes.

Lando cranes his neck to kiss his forehead, perhaps sweeter than what having his boyfriend’s hand jacking him off as he drives actually is, but Franco smiles sweetly anyway.

Lando looks back at the road, realising that, indeed, Franco has done an amazing job at distracting him. He shouldn’t have doubted him at all.

“The only tree I am thinking about now is mine in your mouth. So please go back to that.” Lando jokes and all that he can hear is Franco snorting before he’s going down once again, swallowing him whole.

Lando moans low, hand going back to Franco’s hair. He lets him settle his own pace, now, head bobbing up and down rhythmically, slowly getting deeper and deeper and not once showing any sign of gag reflex.

Lando really doesn’t know how he got so lucky.

And then, the unexpected happens.

Franco’s phone pings, first, and then the radio suddenly blasts with an Adele song at full volume, the signal clearly back without even giving a warning.

Lando startles immediately, and he’s too focused on keeping the car on the road and immediately turning the music off to notice that his hips have jumped up in the process, too hard, effectively choking Franco.

“What the fuck, Lan?” Franco blurts out, moving away as he coughs roughly, still half bent over the control panel with a hand around his throat.

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” Lando says, quickly moving the steering wheel to move the left. The electronic voice of Franco’s GPS says ‘15 minutes to destination’. “I didn’t mean to-“

His voice is interrupted by his ringtone resonating through the speakers, Carlos’ phone flashing on the car’s screen.

“Fuck,” Lando groans, “The signal is back, I think he wants to know how far are we.”

The frown of pain on Franco’s face is quickly swept away by a sly smirk, as if he had not been cursing Lando in all known languages just a moment ago.

Lando doesn’t know what to read into his foxy expression.

“Answer him.” Franco says, although it sounds more like an order, so serious as if he already knows Lando will do it anyway.

Lando will, probably, for how much he likes to think that he is the one in control, they both know Franco has him wrapped around his finger. Has Lando driving him around at two in the morning when he has sudden cravings, or getting to his knees when Franco really really wants him to.

“What?” Lando flicks his gaze to Carlos’ caller ID, then the road, and then at Franco’s face slowly coming back down between his legs.

Even as he clearly repeats, “I said, answer him.”

Oh,

Oh.

“Fran, I don’t think-“

“Do you want to come?”

Absolutely, Lando is just on the verge of having one of the best orgasms in his- well, fairly rich sexual life and he has no intention of doing any kind of edging - at least not now, like this.

More importantly, he doesn’t exactly look forward to having to sit through dinner while willing a hard on down as Alex serves him casserole and Carlos’ dog sniffs at his feet.

That would be pretty… inconvenient, and given how cocky Franco can get when he puts his mind into it, he’s sure he would try anything to get a hand on Lando’s dick under the table.

“Fuck yeah,” Lando breathes out. And then, just because he knows good manners. “Please.”

“Then answer the man, puta madre.”

Carlos sounds slightly concerned as Lando finally accepts the call, or as concerned as Carlos Sainz can actually be when it doesn’t directly involve his precious bike, or his dog.

Lando doesn’t know if Alex, even, is on the list.

“Lando, where are you?” Carlos' metallic voice fills the cockpit.

Lando can hear the sound of pots moving in the background and the clicking of silverware, but he’s not really thinking about whatever kind of dish Alex must be making when Franco is suddenly taking Lando’s dick head back into the wetness of his mouth.

Lando slams his hand on the steering wheel, biting back a moan as Franco’s tongue slips in his slit, one delicate hand toying with his balls.

Fuck, Lando’s more into this than he should be. When did Franco turn him into this kind of freak?

“Lando? Are you there? Is everything alright?”

“Answer him.” Franco raises his head just enough to talk in hushed voice right against the underside of his dick, goijg back to sucking on his head the moment after.

Lando swallows, clenching his eyes shut for a single second before forcing them on the road ahead. “Y-yes just the, uh, the signal.”

“Ah yeah, sorry, I forgot to tell you. I should’ve probably given you indications before.” Carlos says, though he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “So, where are you? Alex needs to know when to get the casserole out of the oven.”

“Eh, 15 minutes tops.”

“Ask him if Franco likes parmesan!” Alex screams into the microphone, Carlos groaning right after.

“I think you heard him, Lando.”

Franco hums around him, perhaps the muffled sound of chocked laughter, and the graze of his teeth against the underside of Lando’s dick has him jolting suddenly.

Franco must take it as a sign to keep going, because he firmly wraps his hand around Lando’s base before hollowing his cheeks and opening his mouth as wide as it can get like this, wet saliva spilling from the corners of his mouth and hitting Lando’s bare thighs.

He’s going to die right here, he’s sure of it.

“Yes, yes.” Lando says quickly, taking a handful of Franco’s hair and tugging him down. Franco goes willingly, moaning low enough to barely even reach Lando’s ears. Lando pushes his hips upwards until the head is hitting the back of Franco’s throat, and he can feel the wet suction of it engulfing his entire length. “He eats everything, trust me.”

Carlos and Alex surely can’t catch the second meaning behind that, right?

(Right.)

“Ah, that’s good to know. Alex’s chicken just gave us her first two eggs so we also tried to make an impromptu frittata.”

“It’s our chicken, Carlos.”

“It’s yours when she starts biting at my ankles.”

In all honesty, Lando could care less about their bickering, especially when Franco is bobbing his head up and down, tongue swirling and saliva pooling wetly under his palate, so much that Lando can’t really think about anything else aside from wet, wet, warm-

He is going to come, sooner than he would’ve expected. The illusion of being focused on the road had him thinking he could hold off a little longer but there’s so much he can do when Franco’s heavenly mouth is wrapped around him like this.

Carlos sighs on the other line, “So, alright. Ten minutes, is it alright if we bring out the white wine? I would’ve preferred red but someone forgot to buy it.”

“You went to the mall this morning!” Alex yells in protest.

“It’s okay, it’s- good.” Lando groans. “Whatever’s good.”

Franco is swallowing him down, down, his lips almost touching the trimmed hair of his pubes. He has only ever managed to actually deep throat Lando just once, but even with all the bad angle of bending over the central console, he seems adamant on hitting the second record.

And he’s doing such a good job at sucking Lando off, even like this, because Lando feels like he is going to come probably sooner than he would like, the hot wave of his orgasm building at the pit of his stomach.

And he has no intention to do that while Carlos and Alex are in his fucking speakers.

“Nice, that’s good to know. I know you would’ve preferred beer but we are adults, now, Lando. We must drink fine things at dinner.”

“Yes, yes absolutely, fuck-“ Franco does a magical thing with his tongue just as one of his fingers presses way too closely to Lando’s sack, right where he is sensitive the most.

“Lando, is everything alright?”

“Yes, I-“ Lando chokes out just as Franco hollows his cheeks again, sucking him hard. Lando is sure a vein is going to pop right out of his temple if he keeps holding off any longer. “Just- the road is shit. But I’m almost there.”

“Okay, then I guess we’ll-“

“See you in a bit.” Lando rushes to say, finally ending the call and feeling himself relax against the backrest the moment silence fills in the cockpit.

Franco seems even more eager to make him come, then, bobbing his head quickly, sucking on every downstroke and insistently pressing his finger against Lando’s perineum.

“Fuck, Fran, you’re so good. I am so close- fuck-“

Franco doesn’t pull off, just slips down deeper until his nose is brushing against Lando’s pubes and that is as much of a silent confirmation that Lando allows himself to get before he lets his orgams crash over him.

“Ah, so good. You feel so good, I am going to come, so- ah, yes-“ He comes inside of Franco’s mouth for what feels like hours, spurts of come hitting the back of his throat, and he can feel each swallow of Franco’s throat at every drop of release around his dick, slowly growing oversensitive.

Franco only pulls away when the trembles of aftershocks start running all over Lando’s thighs, and he must sense that the wet suction of his mouth has started to become more painful than pleasurable.

“So…” Franco trails off, swiping a hand over his mouth as he goes back to his seat. “Was it any good?”

Lando glances at him swiftly and Franco looks exactly as wrecked as he imagined, if not worse, slumped against his seat with the long column of his throat exposed as he rests his head on the backrest, little puffs of air escaping his parted wet lips.

When Lando lets his eyes trail lower, is just to see Franco’s hand wrapped around his own dick, suspiciously wet.

“Fuck, Franco.” Lando grits through his teeth, eyes going back to the road. His softening dick gives a weak twitch, he should probably cover himself back up and find some wet whiles, he’s sure he put them somewhere in this cockpit. “Did you touch yourself, too?”

Lando can’t see him, but he just knows that Franco is blushing. For all that he tries to be straightforward and such a little brat, Lando knows that he can get timid when things get pointed out to him.

Lando loves him for that.

“You sounded so hot.” Franco says, voice scratchy. “I like it when you say I am good.”

“I loved it. We definitely need to do that again.” Lando laughs, feeling a bit dizzy and boneless from the recent orgasm and the thought that he made Franco come just by praising him.

They should probably test the limits of this, Lando definitely wants to see how far he can get with Franco squirming just by whispering in his ear - how far Franco can get him.

Franco’s phone pings again, loud. ‘10 minutes to destination’.

“Uh, could you help me clean up a bit now?” Lando asks awkwardly, flicking his gaze to the side to see Franco insistently wiping his own hand down with a dry tissue.

Ah, that’s going to feel so bad on his thighs. If they really are going to do this again, they should probably start to equip the car, too.

Lando has no intention to stain the beautiful leather seats.

“Ay, cono, do I have to do everything myself?” Franco protests, but he still takes another tissue out of the packet to start gently dabbing at Lando’s legs, the wet trails left by Franco’s spit and sweat.

The fabric it’s rough against his skin, but the sweetness of Franco’s touch easily makes up for it.

No matter how rough they can get with each other, Lando knows that deep down Franco likes the moment of care a little bit more. His smiles are always the biggest when Lando comes back from work to bring him his favorite pastries, or when they spend Saturday nights cuddling on the couch to watch trash TV.

Lando likes it too, of course, especially when Franco curls up into his side and pouts until Lando finally starts patting his hair, all of the over confident facade falling to reveal the true sweet side of him.

“Hey,” Lando says softly once Franco has helped him get zipped back up, seatbelt fastened into place. He reaches out towards him, taking his hand to intertwine their fingers over Franco’s thigh - the perks of an automatic. “I love you, mh?”

Franco snorts, but he squeezes back, trying to get his hair back to a coeherent thing rather than the mess Lando had created by gripping at them. “I love you, too.”

—

“Franco! It is so nice to finally meet you, Lando talked so much about you I couldn’t wait to finally see the real version.” Carlos says, enthusiastically slapping a hand on Franco’s shoulder.

“Nice to meet you, too.” Franco says back, Thankfully, Franco barely flinches at the contact, rather smiling broadly as if already at complete ease - Lando does that for him, either way.

“Alex is in the kitchen taking care of the last things, he’ll come in a second.” Carlos says, gesturing for them to take one of the already filled wine glasses. “So, how was the ride here? Pretty boring, eh?”

Franco glances at Lando’s burning face with a mischievous smile, his soft lips already pressed against the brim of a glass. “I found it a lot of fun.” He says, taking a quick sip.

A drop of bubbly liquid immediately slips from the corner of his mouth, traveling down towards his chin, and Franco wipes it away with a swift movement of his thumb, all under Lando’s watchful gaze and flushed red cheeks.

The fucking tease.

“A whole lot of fun.”