#patrick cutrone smut one shot

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Hi! For Locatelli and Cutrone, I would like a super jealous, mad and preferably smutty one. Thank you!

Ok so this is my first time writing both Patrick and Manuel. This one is based on Patrick but Manuel does make an appearance. I always get so nervous writing new people so if my characterisation isn’t right, I’m sorry! If you read it please let me know what you thought. Give it some love or leave me an ask and I’ll know to write more of him in future. 

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Shots shots shots.

That bastard.

I glare at him from my spot as he mingles with others.Not only had he caused a huge argument before we came out but now he has theaudacity to flirt with others right in front of me. He moves around the room with a drink in his hand, stopping for differentwomen. His hand resting on the bottom of their backs, he gently pushes theirhair from their face and tucks it behind their ear while staring at themintently as he really listens to whatthey have to say. He laughs at all the right times, he smiles at them and makesthem feel as though they’re the only one in the room.

I know this because he did exactly the same to me.

Howfucking dare he.

I ball my hands into fists, my nails digging into thepalms of my hands as I do so. I grit my teeth and turn on my heel beforestomping my way towards the bar. I don’t want to make a scene but I can feel mypatience wearing thin as I continue to watch him. He knows I’m watching and is playing on it yet I can’t force myself tolook away. I want him to fuck up just so I can argue with him. He dances closeto the edge before pulling back before I can snap. I know he’s enjoying this.

An emotional form of foreplay. He likes it when I’mangry. We have our most explosive and mind-blowing sex whilst angry. But two can play this game. And his jealousy is much worse than mine.

I order three shots from the barmaid and knock the firstone back quickly once they’re in front of me.“Someone’s looking annoyed…” His voice comes from behind me. “Probably because I am.” I reply and lift the next shot glass to my lips andswallow the liquid in one. I wince at the taste of sambucca and try to composemyself. The last time I drank this I almost died or so it felt. My hangover wasridiculous and I swore never to drink it again. “What did you do this time?” Manuel asks, leaning on the bar and claiming mylast shot. I scowl at him as he drinks it down and slams the glass rim sidedown on the bar. A trickle of liquid oozes around the glass where it drips out.“What makes you think it was me?” “Why else would he be doing this?”“Because your friend is a dick.” I offer and he laughs. “If it was me,” Manuel begins, his eyes dropping to my arm where his fingertipstrail up to my elbow and back down to my wrist, “I’d fight fire with fire. AndI know exactly who you can play with. He hasn’t been able to take his eyes fromyou all night.” I hide my smirk. Manuel always did think like me.

I turn to follow his gaze and spot him immediately.Taller than Patrick, with dark hair and dark eyes, he was incredibly goodlooking. He grins at me when he spots me looking. “And what makes you think he would be happy with me using him to make Patrickjealous?”“Because he knows you’re with Patrick and that he’d kill him if he triedanything. He’s already asked me about you.”“You’ve thought this through haven’t you?” I smirk at him. “Why are you helpingme? Surely you should be on your friends side not mine.”Manuel shrugs and smiles to himself. “Sometimes it’s fun to piss him off.”

I order a vodka lemonade and add a straw before turningto Manuel, “then let these games begin.”“Just no fighting. It’s my birthday after all.” He calls after me as I walktowards my new friend.

He was even better up close. Large brown eyes framed withthick long lashes, sculptured cheekbones, a strong jaw and full lips. Softcurly brown hair. I’m in love from first glance. He’s easily the most good-lookingguy here and the fact that he’s not been able to take his eyes from me gives mean extra sizzle. I feel sexy. Wanted. He introduces himself and makes small talk. I don’t need to fake my laughterbecause he’s genuinely funny, genuinely makes me smile with the things that hesays. He’s complimentary but not too much. He’s charismatic but not overly so.He knows how good-looking he is but doesn’t milk it. Overall it’s a dangerouscombination and one that I’d be tripping over myself for a taste of if I weresingle. We flirt openly. There’s no expectations as we both know I’m taken. Hedoesn’t push the boundaries but charms me enough to consider what he could belike if I were single. I copy Patrick, my hand brushing against Marc’s arm, myfingers remaining on his skin a little longer than they should, long lingeringlooks and I block out everyone else when I listen to what he has to say.“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Patrick.” I hear his sickly sweet tone beforeI see his hand extending from behind me. “I’m Marc,” my new friend shakes his hand and I notice the way Patrick gripsMarc’s hand. The white marks appearing in Marc’s tanned skin from histightening grip. A sign of dominance. She’smine, fuck off.“Yes, this is my new friend Marc. He’s been keeping me company this evening.” Iturn to smile at Patrick and give him an innocent look. His jaw is set and hiseyes flicker to me with annoyance. “How nice of him.” Sarcasm oozes from his voice, “can I speak with you amoment?” He asks as his hand finds my arm. His fingers pinch at the nook in myelbow as he steers me away before I can answer or say anything to Marc.“Well that’s fucking rude.” I say, yanking my arm back out of his grip andrunning my hand over the muscle that aches there as I’m pushed into thehallway, out of the large hall of the hotel where the party is being held. “Oh I’m rude?” Patrick’s voice rises. “Yes you’re rude. That’s what I said isn’t it?” My arm throbs from his grip butit’s the look in his eyes that causes a throb elsewhere. “You’re not his to flirt with.” “And neither were those women but you still did it happily. So quit complainingand let me back inside,” I try to move past him but he pushes me against thewall and covers my body with his.

“Why? So you can go back to flirting with him? Did hemake you wet? Did he make you want to fuck him?” he stares down at me, hiserection digging into my hip. “Yes. Is that what you wanted to hear from me Patrick? That I wanted his hugedick inside me, fucking me in ways that you can’t? Is that what you want?” Ilift my face to glare at him. If he was going to reprimand me for doingsomething that he had done many times over this evening then I was going tomake him pay for it. Even if those thoughts hadn’t entered my head.

He steps away from me for a moment before grabbing myhand, squatting before me and hoisting me over his shoulder. “You’re going to fucking regret saying that.” He strides down the hall towardsthe lift.“Patrick put me down.” I thump him on the back as I struggle in an attempt toget down while he presses the button. “No. The more you do that, the worse it’ll be for you.” The doors to the lift opens and he steps inside, dropping me back onto my feetand pushes me against the wall; his lips are on my neck and his hands slippingup my skirt as the doors close. My head drops back and my lips part as a moanescapes them. His hands slide over my ass, cupping it as he pulls my hipstowards him. Patrick sucks on the skin covering my collarbone leaving a redmark there before kissing his way to the swell of my breasts. His stubblegrazes my skin and his teeth nip at it. Patrick pulls away from me as the liftmakes a noise and the doors open once more.

I must look disheveled because the couple stood waitinggive us both a dirty look as we exit the lift. Patrick takes my hand and pullsme down the hallway towards our room. His card key is out before we reach thedoor. “Vaffanculo,”he hisses as his third attempt to get the door light to turn green fails. Ibump him out of the way with my hip and snatch the card from him, the lightturning from red to green and a soft click in the door says it’s open. “Your language is disgusting right now,” I tell him as he pulls me into theroom and slams the door closed behind us. “So is the fact that you’re still dressed but only one of those things is goingto change.”

His fingers pull my top free and begins to pull it up. Ilift my arms to help and he throws it across the room. His hands run along mywaist before unbuttoning my skirt and pushing the zip down before yanking thematerial down my legs. I step out of the skirt and stand before him in just myunderwear and heels. “The idea of him seeing you like this or touching you…” he trails off as hislips connect with my neck once more. He walks me backwards; his tongue makingpatterns on my skin while his lips leaving open mouth kisses as they travel.The bedframe hits the back of my knees and I fall backwards, bouncing softly onthe mattress. “I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this.” Patrick says ashe pulls his shirt over his head and discards it. His eyes travel from my face,down to my breasts before finally settling between my legs.

I open them willingly as he kneels before me on thefloor. His hand close around my ankles and he pulls me down the bed towards theedge. I wrap my legs over his shoulders and cross my ankles in the middle ofhis back. He pulls my knickers to the side and with no hesitations, presses his lips tomy folds before his tongue darts in and out of my core.

My moan fills the room before I can stop it. My fingersentangle themselves within his hair, holding him firmly between my legs.Patrick’s tongue licks upwards, circling my clit before he sucks it into hismouth and flicks his tongue over it.

When he pushes two fingers into me, I call out his nameand grip his hair with one hand and the bed sheet with the other. My hips buckto him, my back arches and I whimper when he applies more pressure to my clit.His fingers move continuously inside me, pulling them out halfway beforepushing them back in until his knuckles hit my skin. Patrick curls his fingersto stroke against my g-spot and he begins a come here motion with them to matchthe pace of his tongue.

My thighs shake and my feet dig into his back, pushinghim closer into my pussy. My grip tightens on his hair as he sucks hard againstme and I feel my orgasm spread through me before covering his knuckles. I relaxmy legs, uncrossing my ankles and allowing my feet to rest on the bed again.“You have no idea how sexy it is making you come like that.” He murmurs againstthe soft skin of my thighs. Patrick stands and strips himself of the rest ofhis clothes before climbing onto the bed. He pulls my knickers down my legs andsmirks. “On your knees.”

I turn myselfaround on shaky legs and press my torso into the bed. I feel the tip of hiscock at my entrance, only just having time to suck in a deep breath before hethrusts into me. Patrick enters me half way, allowing me to adjust to him as Istretch around him before pulling almost out and pushing back in again fully.My breath catches in my throat as he continues to thrust into me, his handsgripping my hips as his pubic bone slaps against my ass. Pleasure ripplesthrough me that only grows as Patrick cusses; a low throaty growl that has mypussy clenching around him and my eyes to roll into my head as the tightenedsensation only adds more.His thrusts are a steady rhythm, an even pace that satisfies the both of us. I find myself beginning to push back against him, meeting each of his thrusts.I moan for him to fuck me harder. His nails dig into my hips as he does so, hiships slamming into me as he takes me harder and deeper.

He splaysa hand on my back, pushing me down further into the bed. I turn my head, anglingso I’m able to see him slightly. He groans as he watches himself slide in andout of me.“Fuck you feel so amazing.” He hisses as I tense around him. “I’m not going tolast much longer.”He keeps up the rhythm, his thrusts whilst still fast, begin to turn uneven ashe chases his orgasm. Patrick groans behind me, his fingers digging into mewith such force that I know I’ll be left with bruises where they were. He holdsmy hips still as he comes in four successive thrusts. I feel him shake slightlybehind me as he begins to pull out; his breathing coming out in laboured pants.“Don’t ever do that to me again.” He says as he lays beside me, a lazy smilenow on his face. “It was mainly my idea but you drove me to it.” I lay down next to him,snuggling into his chest as my fingers draw shapes on his skin. “Flirting withthose women in the same manner you did with me at the start. Nice to know Iwasn’t special for you to break your pick up routine.” I tease him. “Or maybe I did it because I knew that would piss you off. I can’t evenremember why we argued.” He comments, lost in thought for a moment. “What doyou mean, mainly?”“Manuel may have pointed me in the direction of Marco…”“He’s such a fucking dick.” He laughs. “All this because I took the piss out ofhim for getting rejected the other day.”I’m yours though Patrick, I don’t want anyone else.”“Neither do I.”

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teach me a lesson - Patrick Cutrone

Y/n x Patrick Cutrone Theme: Smut (You've been warned) after you had an argument with Patrick, you decide to teach him a lesson x word count: 1510+

You’ve been in a relationship with Patrick for a year and a half, and you rent an apartment together. But yesterday you had an argument about him flirting with other girls. He told you that it wasn’t anything serious, and you believe him because you both are in love with each other, but you decided to teach him a lesson. You went clubbing around town, now you’re in the VIP section. 

You’re standing at the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice you. There is an empty seat and you decide to sit down. You look around and see a good looking guy watching you. Then you spot Patrick just on the other side of the dance floor, chatting with some of his friends. Suddenly the good looking guy approaches you. “Hey, gorgeous.” He takes the seat right next to you. “Can I buy you a drink?” 

He tries to show off his expensive watch, waving his hand in front of your face to get the bartender's attention. But you see right through him. “How could I say no to that. I’ll have a mojito.” He orders the drink. You take this chance to scan the crowd for your boyfriend, seeing him laughing and smiling. It doesn’t seem like he noticed you, but you still decide to go with it. 

“How come someone like you is all alone in this club?” The guy asks flirtingly, placing his hand on your lap. “You know, love isn’t easy for me.” You lean in closer to whisper something in his ear. “It’s a nightmare.” The barkeeper hands you the drink, while you separate from him and take a sip from it without breaking eye contact with him. “I see, it’s not easy being that beautiful.” He smirks and starts stroking your thighs gently.

Now you can see Patrick looking straight at you, clenching his fist as you wink at him and see his head turning red immediately. “You cannot imagine.” You start to stroke his chest tenderly up to his shoulder, biting your lower lip. “So excuse me, I am not looking for love tonight. Just someone to play with.” He gasps softly, his gaze wandering from your hand to your lips. Discretely, you look for Patrick and find him now angrily talking to his friends.

“So, should we go to my place then?” The guy licks his lip and his hand wanders closer to your crotch. You lean back and take another sip from your drink, but before you can answer, Patrick appears behind him, putting a hand firmly on his shoulder. “She is not going anywhere, dude.” He turns around to face him, trying to impress you with his boldness. “And who are you?” Standing up, he is a little taller than Patrick, who is fuming.

“Her boyfriend. And now piss off.” Patrick hisses angrily, shoving him. “What?” The guy turns towards you, but you just shrug. “This is not worth any trouble.” He says defending himself and walks away, nudging Patrick’s shoulder who looks at you still fuming, as you finish your drink. You can see that he is really annoyed, but that’s what you wanted to achieve. He is about to walk away when you get up and take his hand, pulling him back.

“Listen, I know, this was petty, but now you know how it feels.” You say quietly but he doesn’t say a word. “How about we go home, and I make it up to you?” You slowly walk around him, one hand on his shoulder the other one stroking him through his white shirt. “Fuck off. I’m not in the mood right now.” Before he can walk away, however, you throw your arms around his neck, slowly dancing with him. “Come on, you’re always in the mood.” 

He frowns but starts to follow your lead. “See, it isn’t that bad.” You stroke his back, your hands running down to his butt and you slide them into the pockets of his pants. His face softens a little, but his eyes are still trying to see past your obvious games. “Don’t think that I’m done, I’m still mad.” Patrick says as you pull him closer, now your just inches away from his face. “I know, but I promise you’ll like it.” You say while grinding on his crotch sensually, without anyone noticing. He hesitates, his eyes locked with yours. He opens his mouth to say something, but he is still looking for the right things to say. 

“What do you say?” You look at him with your most innocent smile. He sighs, finally giving in. Triumphantly, you head to the wardrobe, get your stuff, and head home. Patrick opens the door and throws his jacket on the couch, slowly running a hand across his shirt. “You coming?” Smirking, you walk right into the bedroom, glancing at him over your shoulder. He stops in the doorway, still not sure what you’re doing. 

You walk up close, one hand around his waist and the other caressing his cheek. “Come on, I know you want me.” You whisper into his ear, your hand running down to his pants, feeling him firmly. He grunts, keeping his eyes stuck on yours. “What are you trying to prove?” He says coldly, seemingly not taking the bait. Leaning in closer, you brush over his ear. “Just want to make it up to you, if you’d let me.” 

Your hand now stroking him through the fabric of his pants, causing him to moan softly. “You’re not getting away that easily.” He hisses into your ear, his hands now on your waist. “I’m not planning to take it easy, babé.” You take his hands and lead him to the bed. Softly, you push him back so he falls on top of it. “Just let me do my thing.” You smirk, back off, and start stripping slowly, teasingly, one piece at the time. 

He licks his lips and starts to open his shirt. Your blouse is now unbuttoned, exposing his favorite lingerie. “Fuck.” He mutters to himself, his hand now on his crotch. Winking, you open your jeans and let them drop to the floor. Patrick groans deeply, his bulge getting bigger and bigger. Now you are nearly completely naked, just wearing the lingerie as you stroll to him, your hands running down your waist.

He embraces you while you slide on to his lap. Feeling his hands running across your skin, you put a hand at his cheek, tracing his jawline through his scruffy beard until you reach his lips. "I told you, you will like it.” You start kissing his neck passionately, grinding your chest against his. With one hand around his neck, you use your other hand to trace down his abs, to his pants opening them swiftly.

“This feels so good.” He moans into your shoulder, breathing down your neck. You smirk and push him down, climbing on top of him, brushing his thighs, his bulge, up to his chest. Grinding on him slowly, you can feel him breathing heavily. Now kissing him tenderly, you stop for a second. “Do you want me?” You moan into his mouth, his hand finding the way between your thighs. “Please, I want to fuck you so bad.”

Patrick says, bending his hip upwards into yours. “Good.” You smirk and kiss him deeply, his hands tugging at your panties, desperately trying to remove them. You put your hands at his neck before you giggle into his mouth and fall backward on to the bed next to him. “What? What are you doing?” He grunts confused but angrily. 

Quickly, you get off the bed and try your best to stop giggling. “Y(N?” He hisses, throwing his hands up into the air. “Sorry, but I’m gonna take a shower.” You glance at him over your shoulder as you walk towards the bathroom. “You cannot leave me like this.” Patrick struggles to get off the bed, groans, and runs a hand to his crotch. But you just smile mischievously. “You know what to do. Have fun.” 

Speechless, he looks at you entering the bathroom triumphantly. As the door closes, you can hear him grunting something under his breath. Just before it’s fully closed, he catches it and pokes his head inside. “Can I join in?” You stand in front of him, just sliding out your lingerie and wink at him. He quickly undresses as you turn the shower on.

You let your head sink against your chest to feel the water running down your neck, your back down to the ground. Patrick joins you, hugging you tightly from behind. “I’m sorry, you know that right?” He says softly, placing gentle kisses all over your neck and your shoulder. Slowly, you turn around and put your hands on his chest. “I know.”

He lifts your chin up slightly, locking his eyes with yours. “I love you, Y/N.” Smiling softly, you lean in for a sweet and longing kiss. “I love you too.” You lean against his chest, just enjoying this moment with him, forgetting about any problems you had before.

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Patrick Cutrone One Shots.

I apologise for any format issues. There are no spacing problems when I post the update but for some reason, the app likes to mess things up :( Typos are my own errors though.

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Prompts, blurbs, song blurbs:

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One-shots:

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Smut:

Shots Shots Shots. Jealous, drunken minds speak sober thoughts…don’t they?

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Patrick Cutrone smut teaser.

So I’m massively failing with inspiration for the ones coming up so I thought I’d try from a different wave. Patrick has been requested a fair bit recently so I thought I’d have a go. It’s my first time writing him so be kind, but here’s a teaser for you.  As requested in first person. 

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That bastard.

I glare at him from my spot as he mingles with others. Not only had he caused a huge argument before we came out but now he has the audacity to flirt with others right in front of me. He moves around the room with a drink in his hand, stopping for different women. His hand resting on the bottom of their backs, he gently pushes their hair from their face and tucks it behind their ear while staring at them intently as he really listens to what they have to say. He laughs at all the right times, he smiles at them and makes them feel as though they’re the only one in the room.

I know this because he did exactly the same to me.

How fucking dare he.

 I ball my hands into fists, my nails digging into the palms of my hands as I do so. I grit my teeth and turn on my heel before stomping my way towards the bar. I don’t want to make a scene but I can feel my patience wearing thin as I continue to watch him. He knows I’m watching and is playing on it yet I can’t force myself to look away. I want him to fuck up just so I can argue with him. He dances close to the edge before pulling back before I can snap. I know he’s enjoying this.

An emotional form of foreplay. He likes it when I’m angry. We have our most explosive and mind-blowing sex whilst angry. But two can play this game. And his jealousy is much worse than mine.

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Still loved but not often requested one shots

I apologise for any format issues. There are no spacing problems when I post the update but for some reason, the app likes to mess things up :( Typos are my own errors though.

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I hummed and ahh’ed about this section but as there are many on this blog that I’ve written but don’t have many OR they’re not as requested/talked about by my readers, I’ve decided to make this section for everyone else.  Trust me, I feel bad for this but they deserve love and to be read too.  Should this change, they’ll get their own section :)

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Fluff one-shots:

Marco Reus:  Open Training. All she wanted was an autograph…

Nighttime routine  Marco tries to do what he can for his family.

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Emre Can: Watch Me Make Her Happy. ft Roman Bürki. When Emre and his girlfriend bump into her ex-Roman at an awards ceremony, Emre sets his goal to prove he’s better for her.  

Family visits Meeting the family is never fun. 

Christmas Shopping Emre isn’t good at not searching for his presents.

Under the mistletoe When she doesn’t go to his teams Christmas meal, Emre wants to prove he cares.

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Kepa Arrizabalaga: Conceding.  After a huge defeat against City, Kepa just needs comfort.

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John Stones:

The First Kiss. John’s liked her for as long as he can remember but he has some making up to do.

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Federico di Francesco:  

Welcome Home. Federico invites his girlfriend home to meet his family.

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Theo Grizi:

Peacocking. She really doesn’t like him and he wants to know why.

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Rurik Gislason:

Party Girl

This Is The Best Day Ever

Thinking Out Loud

Fire Away

Waking up together. Sometimes there’s nothing better.

Matching PJS and wrapping presents. What’s Christmas without it’s traditions?

Christmas markets just adds a little festivity.

_______________ Julian Brandt:

Boo Boo. Julian manages to hurt himself while looking after his family. 

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Virgil Van Dijk:

Best. Day. Ever. Virgil takes his son on a road trip but a quick stop off means his little boy meets Santa.

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Smut:

Virgil Van Dijk: Help Me Forget. Virgil, frustrated with Liverpool’s draw, wants only one way to forget about it

And They Were Roommates. Virgil is crushing on his roommate. 

________ Patrick Cutrone: Shots Shots Shots.  Jealous, drunken minds speak sober thoughts…don’t they?

__________ Loris Karius: Don’t Let Them Hear You.   Loris decides to pay his girlfriend a visit at her uni dorm.

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Andre Silva: Happy Anniversary. Andre wants to make sure his girlfriend has an anniversary she’ll never forget.

After Eight. Just like the treat, you need a bit of naughtiness after dinner.

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John Stones:

Smutty thigh riding.  Let’s Not Fuck This Up Again.

You’ve missed his birthday. Blurb. 

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Jadon Sancho:

Call The Boys.

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Rurik Gislason :

Fireside sexy time. There’s just something about this time of year…

Kiss Who can resist morning loving?

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Is it just me who thinks that it's strange the other players polls had such low percentages but has almost the same amount of votes placed as Romans' polls?

I think it’s because there were more players than the ones for Roman so it would take more votes per one shot to get a good percentage. So you’d need more than 3 votes for it to take it to 1% and for the highest, which was 6% there were 27 votes. I’ve just loaded a different screen which says how many votes were cast for each one, and the amounts per one shot are quite low overall. See below. 

dating would include: antoine griezmann 1% (6)dating would include: marco asensio 2% (10)campfire - antoine griezmann 0% (1)cr7 - anger on the pitch 1% (5)cr7 - mile high club 1% (4)cr7 - ziadane's daughter 2% (8)cr7 - man flu 1% (4)cr7 - jealousy 3% (11)cr7- still thinking of you 1% (4)cr7 - wingman 0% (1)cr7 - festive greetings 0% (2)cr7 - history ft harry styles 0% (1)cr7 - tell me how it all started 5% (20)Cautioned - Sergio Ramos 1% (4)Prescription - Erik Durm 4% (18)i lost the baby - erik durm prompt OS 4% (19)you're a monster - erik durm prompt OS 3% (14)i'm going to keep you safe - erik durm prompt OS 5% (21)open training - marco reus 1% (5)will you - manuel locatelli 0% (1)The Boy Next Door - Mousa Dembele 0% (0)Patience Is A Virtue - Zlatan Ibrahimovic 0% (2)First Impressions - Patrick Cutrone. 1% (3)Tour Guide - Rafinha Alcantara. 1% (5)Make Me Sway - Rafinha Alcantara. 1% (4)Post Match Interview- Rafinha Alcantara. 5% (22)How about it - Rafinha Alcantara. 2% (7)Drunk dialling - Rafinha Alcantara. 2% (8)Welcome Home - Federico di Francesco. 1% (5)Premiere - Paul Pogba. 0% (2)Trophy Wife- Marco Asensio 6% (27)Watch Me Make Her Happy-Emre Can ft Roman Burki. 5% (23)Two Lines - Hector Bellerin 1% (3)Dirty Little Secret - Paulo Dybala 2% (9)Attention - Paulo Dybala 3% (11)Tease Me, Tease Me - Cristiano Ronaldo. Smut 1% (4)Champions League - Cristiano Ronaldo. smut 1% (3)Frustration - Cristiano Ronaldo. smut 1% (4)The birds and the bees - Cristiano Ronaldo. smut 1% (3)Silence Is Golden - Antoine Griezmann. smut 1% (5)wet the bed - antoine griezmann. smut 1% (4)home kit - Andre Silva. smut 1% (6)after eight - Andre Silva. smut 1% (6)Don’t Tease Me - Leroy Sane. smut 1% (3)Promise? - James Rodriguez smut 1% (6)Sunday Mornings - Julian Brandt. smut 0% (2)a loss - Julian Brandt. smut 0% (1)alarm - sergio ramos. smut 1% (4)Over Worked - Mousa Dembele smut 0% (0)Pink Car - Isco Alarcon. smut 1% (4)Don’t Push Me- Manuel Locatelli. smut 0% (0)Mine - Marco Reus.smut 1% (5)English Lessons - Marco Asensio. smut 3% (11)Always and Forever- Mattia de Sciglio. smut 0% (1)Boredom- Emre Can. smut 4% (16)Don’t Let Them Hear You - Loris Karius smut 5% (20)Inked - Diego Perotti. Smut. 0% (1)Consolation - Rafinha Alcantara smut 1% (3)Who's gonna make you fall - Rafinha Alcantara smut 1% (5)Dirty Talk - Cristiano Ronaldo smut 1% (4)You’ll Think Of Me. Crismes smut 0% (1)Brotherly Love. Neymar Jnr. ft Rafinha - mini series 2% (7)Check Up. Cristiano Ronaldo - mini series 1% (3)Secret Love Song. Request. Antoine Griezmann - mini series