#the fans who met him had incredible luck

[musicandotherstuff]

Recent photo of Alex Turner taken by a fan, 2024

chris_bloodfilms: "It's 2005, a band explodes on MySpace. They're dressed like you and their lyrics are a mirror to your life. Bleeding heck, who the fuck are the Arctic Monkeys?

After 19 years on repeat it's now 2024. Myself and @/conor_bloodfilms are travelling back from Paris

We arrive at Gare Du Nord and Duffy stops in his tracks. He whispers to me "I think that's Alex Turner." "F**k off!" I immediately reply. I gaze over at a guy wearing a leather jacket with long brown hair, his face adorned with aviators. We should probably stop staring as it's getting weird, sexually and aggressively weird.

Turns out it is bloody Alex Turner, the man who's provided the soundtrack to my life! He strolls past and disappears into the Parisian platform crowd. A missed opportunity.

We board our train back to London. We look to our left and there's Alex. Sitting in his seat accompanied by a notepad. He's probably writing the next Arctic Monkeys hit "Two gawping pricks on a train". We really need to stop staring.

I tell Duffers I'm going in, he stops me. Reminds me that I'm a fully functioning adult and not to create a scene. Christ, he's right! I feel like I'm 15 years old again, someone get me a Strongbow and whack Dancing Shoes on, kin hell lad!

Eventually myself and Con engage, it's a surreal experience. Alex is polite and returns conversation in a soft friendly manner. The whole situation is just bloody lovely.

I awkwardly ask if I can take his portrait, fully aware that it could result in an awkward excha"

[no-144444]

a creepy guy who isn't all that creepy- o.bearman

Day 18 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

summary: Why does your cappuccino taste like shit? And why are you being followed by a random 6 foot man? 

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You walked down the streets of Monaco with a frown on your face. It was raining, and on the rare occasion it rained in Monaco, it fucking poured. You powered through the cold water hitting your skin and manoeuvred your way through the various crowds to your favourite coffee shop. It was a small hole-in-the-wall kind of place. It was cosy, it had good coffee, and usually no one bothered you. You ordered a vanilla cappuccino, knowing that you definitely had somewhere you should be (aka, your office) but you just couldn’t sit inside any longer. Fresh out of college and into an office job, it was great, of course, but sometimes the bland office was slightly oppressive to your creativity. You were an author after all. Published at the ripe age of 20. You had your book tour coming up soon, and you’d be busy with family in a few months too, and-

“Cappuccino?” the barista, Martha (yes, you were on a first name basis with the staff, you frequented a lot) called out. Quickly, you swiped the cup and rushed off, hopeful that your manager wouldn’t mention how long you were gone. 

“Sorry?” a British voice called out behind you, but you ignored it. There was a British guy there, some name starting with L, who tried to ask for your number, and refused to take no for an answer, so you moved on assuming it was him. 

Onward you went, trudging down the almost empty streets, your headphones in. You took a sip of your drink and instead of the usual vanilla foam and black coffee goodness, you were met with a bland black coffee and regular foam. Well, you couldn’t fault them too much, maybe it was their subtle way to tell you to stop ordering the same thing everyday? You weren’t sure. Regardless, you continued on your path, a feeling of unease growing in your stomach as you noticed the tall man behind you, following. 

You sped up, took your keys out-

“Sorry, I don’t mean to intrude, I think I picked up your coffee by accident?” A British voice spoke from beside you.

Oh. Not so creepy then. Just a mix up. 

“Fucking hell!” you gasped. “Were you not taught to not sneak up on people?”

He guiltily smiled. “I did try to call you in the coffee shop, but you walked off…”

“Oh,” you nodded. You took the lid off of your coffee and handed him the cup. He handed you his without the lid. You took a quick sip to find that it was in fact your vanilla cappuccino. 

A bright smile spread across your face. He smiled too. 

“Sorry about that,” you smiled. 

“I’m sorry too,” he apologised. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

You shrugged. “Read a lot of thriller fiction?”

“You’re Y/n Y/l/n!” he exclaimed. “Yes! I love your books.”

You nodded, it still shocked you that people read your books. “Thank you.”

“Sorry, this is probably weird,” he shook his head, embarrassed. “Can you sign my book please?”

He quickly grabbed your latest release out of his backpack with a sharpie, and looked at you with a crooked smile. 

You obliged, as you often did with fans. “What’s your name?”

“Ollie, Ollie Bearman,” he smiled. 

You turned to him. “I know you too! You’re incredible!” 

He looked at you in surprise. “You watch F1?”

“Yeah,” you stated like it was obvious. “You were incredible on your debut, and in Baku.”

He blushed slightly, and you smiled. “Thank you very much.”

You finished signing his book then handed it back. “I guess I’ll see you on the track next year,” you smiled. “Good luck.” 

And with that you walked on. He peeked inside his book to find your personal phone number with a note that said ‘call me xxx’ and smirked. 

Who knew messing up a coffee order could go so well?

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[vivwritesfics]

Ahead Of The Curve

Oscar Piastri is ahead of most people his age when it comes to soulmates

Viv's AUgust Event

Lando Norris didn't have a soulmate. Well, no, he just hadn't met them yet. But this was incredibly common amongst Formula One drivers. Carlos hadn't met his soulmate yet, Yuki and Fernando hadn't met there's.

There were some drivers that had. Checo and his wife were soulmates, written in the stars to be together (even if Checo did the nasty with somebody else). Nico and Kevin had found their soulmates and so had Charles and Pierre.

Lando Norris hadn't and he was enjoying it. There was no pressure to find his soulmate.

When he and Carlos were teammates, they were two single, soulmate-less men, enjoying their time together. When he and Daniel were soulmates, it was much the same story.

But then his rookie teammate came along.

Oscar Piastri was hot shit, Lando knew. He was quick, a fierce competitor. When Lando first met Oscar, he found out what kind of teammate he was going to be off track. Kind and wholesome. Plus, this kid was too young to have found his soulmate (it's easy to forget he's not that much younger than Lando).

He was easy to get on with, Lando found out. Plus, he never mentioned a soulmate, never made him feel shitty for not finding his and just having fun.

No, Lando Norris rather liked his new teammate.

***

For the first couple of races she watched from the sofa at home. They were a hard watch, the team struggling, her soulmate not able to finish his first race. She knew how he must have been feeling, couldn't wait to have him home to comfort him.

As soon as the European leg of the Formula One season started, she had made a promise to be there. To watch it as he zipped around the track. The McLaren was still terrible, but there were steady improvements.

Even at the races, she hadn't yet met her soulmates teammate. She knew about Lando Norris, knew that Oscar was a fan of his. She knew he was quick, a future world champion, just like Oscar.

She'd attended several races, but hadn't yet been in the garage. She was Oscar's little secret, and that was the way he wanted to keep it. But he also wanted her there, wishing him good luck before he climbed into the car, watching as he pulled out of the garage.

Silverstone. It was the perfect time to meet Lando Norris. Oscar was treating it as a technical home race, since they lived there, and it was a home race for the team. She figured it was the perfect time to make her debut in the garage.

"C'mon, Osc," she said as she moved her fingers up and down his arm, tickling him slightly. "You spend so much time with him, it's only right I get to meet him."

He kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer. "If you really wanna meet him, you can," he said and rested his head on top of hers. His eyes closed and he took a moment to be close to her. He loved it, his heart felt full when she was close to him.

***

Lando Norris had never had a conversation with Oscar Piastri. He wrongfully assumed that Oscar didn't have a soulmate, never brought it up in conversation.

(Truthfully, Lando assumed Oscar was a virgin. He assumed that the last pair of tits Oscar had seen were when he was still breastfeeding).

He didn't expect Oscar to arrive at the track with his arm wrapped around a girl. She looked at everything in the garage with wide, curious eyes and asked Oscar a million questions, all of which he was happy to answer.

Lando's eyebrows were raised as he approached the two of them. A hook up, maybe. But Oscar didn't seem like the type.

His smile was charming as he held his hand out towards her. He didn't know who she was, but he had plans to get very well acquainted with her.

"Hi," he said as she took his hand. "I'm Lando."

She politely introduced herself and stepped back towards Oscar. Oscar, who knew his teammate well enough to know what he was doing.

Oscar let his hand rest on her shoulder. "Lando," he said calmly, politely. His hand squeezed her shoulder and she turned to grin at him. "I'd like you to meet my soulmate."

Lando's jaw dropped. "No fucking way."

[dyli-dadi3]

Kinktober

Day three: Aphrodisiacs

Unlike other airborne pathogens that make you sick, this one just makes you incredibly horny for a man you met today. Thankfully he's incredibly horny for you, too. Spores not included.

Summary: After inhaling spores, you become overwhelmed with desire. Who else better to scratch that itch deep inside of you than an attractive man who you've been fighting off zombies with? Tags: Smut (p in v), aphrodisiac, begging, mentions of death

“It’s going to be okay, agent. I got you…” Leon mumbled, holding onto your arm as he bent to your level. “I’m going to find an antidote or something.” He said, biting his lip as he watched your sweat bead on your brow, your eyes sipping closed as your parted lips let a pained groan slip out.

You led Leon to a cathedral, promising it would explain the horrible things happening to the United States, hell, the world. “I can’t explain… it’s just better to show it.” You had promised him, and he followed. He had doubts about you; if you had anything to do with it, he wasn’t letting his guard down anytime soon. He had dealt with betrayal enough times to be cautious around a pretty face.

The next moments went in a blur; fighting off the horde that prevented the two of you from entering the damn building in the first place, the strange trials the two of you had to complete to open the secret passageway to the basement of the cathedral, and then the rather unfortunate luck of a bioweapon emerging from the fog, threatening the lives of everyone in the vicinity. The two of you had managed to keep most of the refugees safe. Can’t help that some people don’t heed the lucid warning of “Stay back! This thing’s dangerous!” 

Don’t change the fact that Leon still mourns the loss of every citizen, every agent, or soldier who lost their lives to this unfair world.

Doesn’t mean that you weren’t hurt. Or, at least, that’s what he thinks is wrong with you. That… thing sprayed you with some sort of blue spore when you delivered the final shotgun bullet in point blank range, the particles being immediately inhaled into your lungs. Leon watched in horror as you coughed and sputtered, stumbling out of the cloud and towards him. “Are you okay?” He asked you, watching as your hand fanned the air around you. 

“Y-Yeah, i-it’s… fine…” You started, eyes widening as your knees grew weak and the start of something formed in the bottom of your gut. The feeling was strange, but it wasn't stopping you from pushing on—no need to worry Agent Kennedy!

Well, by golly, he was pretty worried now.

The two of you had gotten to an underground lab and you had immediately collapsed onto the floor littered with some fancy medical paper filled to the brim with notes from various experiments. He was sitting with you, hand on your forehead only to pull back in shock at the burning temperature of your smooth skin. 

“You're burning up…” Leon pointed out softly, only to get a whimper from you in return. “I know that. I feel like I'm wearing a sweater and fuzzy socks in the Sahara.” You huffed, only to cover your face. Your tummy turned, a ball of molten lava warming your core and addling your mind.

“Sorry, Agent Kennedy, I just feel all fuzzy and hot… I know that's not an excuse to talk back to my superior.” You apologized, and Leon just rolled his eyes. 

“Don't worry about that formality bullshit. Let’s just focus on getting you better.” Leon started, moving to stand up when your hand grasped him.

“No!” You gasped, the sudden feeling of despair and emptiness filling the pit of your stomach was alarming. As if the very thought of him leaving you left your pussy weeping.

Wait.

What?

By all means, you thought Leon was the sexiest, most attractive man you knew. The way he cared for everyone was admirable and wasn't lost on you. His kindness pulled you in like a magnet, but you stopped yourself from getting too delusional. After all, he'd hate you once he figured out why you led him to the cathedral.

But you were shocked by the sudden desire to throw yourself into his arms like a crying child to his mommy. You felt like crying.

This was embarrassing.

“I just me-mean that I don't want you to leave me… -Fuck.” You sputtered, hand flying back to your side as you flushed in embarrassment. You spiraled as your mind conjured up all the demeaning things Leon was probably thinking about your pathetic display of dependency.

Leon's eyes widened at your little moment, more concerned than offended. He needed to do something. You were glistening in drops of sweat, and now you were starting to lose coherency and your temperament. He saw how you squinted as if your brain struggled to form thoughts and even then, they were still words he would never hear you say in the right state of mind.  

He had no idea of the arousal that was wreaking havoc in your lower stomach, the inhuman mess that was beginning to wet your underwear. To him, you just looked like you had a fever.

To you, it was an overwhelming desire to have the man in front of you. You felt like some sort of bitch in heat as your mind drowned in need. Your body was taught as you desperately fought the urge to pounce on your higher-up.

A whine slipped past your trembling lips and Leon froze. What was that supposed to mean? He leaned in, trying to figure out why you were so squirmy. He wanted to find some sort of medicine for you. You guys were in a lab for heaven’s sake. Probably the same lab that made that abomination of a BOW straight out of a trypophobe’s nightmare, but you were adamant about him staying.

The proximity made your head spin, his scent invading your senses as your will dissolved like cotton candy in water.

“Please!” You begged, grabbing his shoulders and hanging your head in mortification as to what you had just said.

“What do you want me to do?” Leon strained, getting more and more worried by the second. His hands hovered over your waist, trying to keep some air of professionalism and respect despite your wandering hands.

Okay, that was confusing. Leon watched in concern as your hands slid down his arms.

You didn't say a word, too embarrassed to voice your need, so you just whimpered and squeezed your thighs. 

The relief was instant. 

A moan slipped past your lips as your thighs shook. If just this little movement was enough to get you like this, you were stuck imagining what it would feel like if you gave in, if he was the only thing allowing you respite. The thought brought on another wave of heat, and you struggled to imagine how you were going to get through this without losing the ever-growing battle of fighting your arousal. 

You already gave up on the struggle to not touch him, and look at you now. Your face hung in embarrassment as your hands felt the firm musculature of his arms, body leaning in to share his warmth, to smell his scent. Your mind swirled with a myriad of impure thoughts, and you nearly came when Leon finally touched you.

“What’s wrong?” Leon finally asked after he softly placed a hand on the small of your back, as if he’d hurt you, his eyes widening as he saw you shiver. You were making noises that he was trying to ignore, to rationalize… Something to explain why you were making the sounds that went straight to his dick despite his best efforts.

“It hurts.” You whimpered, practically sobbing through the first words you had said in a while. You were practically on top of him now, your arms had circled back up to wrap around his neck. His compliance made you needy, trying to milk this horse for all he’s worth. 

God, with how horny you were, milking him dry seemed necessary.

“What hurts, sweet girl?” He said softly, the lines of professionalism blurring like chalk on a rainy day. The walls he tried to put up throughout your brief partnership were virtually nonexistent. The sight of you in pain hurt him, too, and with the way you were clinging onto him like he was damn Mosiah himself, how could he not give you anything you wanted? Anything to help you feel better.

Call it the hero complex, but he couldn’t shake the thought that he was the reason you were like this. He didn’t shield you properly, turned to help steady a survivor instead of keeping his eyes on you. God, he never wanted to keep his eyes off of you, Raccoon City fucked up his underdeveloped brain and rewired it to be a fiend for women who could handle a gun. 

That name had you gasping, clambering onto his lap as you pressed your nose into his neck. Your lips brushed his skin as you breathed him in, gripping him so tightly that your knuckles turned white. “Everything…I need you, Agent Kenedy.” You begged, tentatively pressing a kiss to the column of his throat.

You had him groaning as he settled you down on his lap. “Is that right?” He whispered, mirroring your actions to the top of your head. The smell of blood and gunpowder was strong, but if he focused hard enough, he could make out the notes of your shampoo. 

“Mhm…” You slurred, panting into his skin as you pressed yourself to his bulge. Your eyes rolled back as you practically convulsed on his lap, so pent up that even that could bring you to ecstasy. You begged and begged for more as you began rubbing against him. 

Leon hissed at you and started moving, grabbing your hips to help you. “So needy, huh?” He said with a sigh, watching as you acted so desperately. He said he’d do anything to help, and if making you cum was the answer, then he was buckling up for a long ride. It’s the law, he thinks with a chuckle.

He watched as your face began to scrunch up. “Aww, need more, princess?” His voice dripped like honey. He didn’t need you to speak, he saw how you tried to nod through your haze. That was all the confirmation he needed to turn you around on his lap, unzipping your jeans and slipping a hand past the fabric of your underwear. 

“Fuck… You’re dripping, honey.” Leon moaned, wasting no time to finger fuck your tight cunt. “She’s just beggin’ for it…” He whispered, scissoring you. “Beggin' for my thick cock to stuff her full.” He rambled, working himself into a frenzy as he saw you babbling. So turned on you couldn’t even properly respond. 

You just nodded, moaning in hopes that he could tell how ready you were for him. You needed him, his praise, his touch, his dick. The latter making itself known as it twitched against your ass. You couldn’t take it, the spores a distant memory lingering in your nose as you were convinced you’d die if Leon didn’t breed you. You needed him rabbiting his load into you, you wouldn’t see straight without it.

You didn’t have to hope for long, since, just one desperate plea from you, Leon was opening up the front of his pants to slide into your sticky cunt. You sobbed, the feeling of his cock splitting you open was mind-numbing and clarifying at the same time. It made your mind spin, but the haze was already clearing, the aching in your entire being finally letting up. You needed more, needed him to fix you. With every bounce on his rigid cock, you were closer and closer to relief from the burning heat that consumed your body ever since that stupid BOW sprayed you. 

Squeezing his fat cock like a vice was instinctual, impaling yourself second nature, the haze making you seek your body’s most primal needs. You couldn’t think, mind wired to take his cock like a good bitch, and by golly you were good. Poor old Leon whined as you got him all wound up and ready to bust a load into you, balls scrunching in anticipation.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna breed this greedy pussy. That’s what she wants, isn’t it? This whole time she’s been beggin’ for my cum.” He huffed, bringing his index and middle finger to your aching clit. He rubbed tight circles onto the slippery nub, whimpering when you immediately clenched around him. 

“Yes, Yes! I need it… Need you to breed me.” You sobbed, creaming all over his length as he fucked you into oblivion. 

“Shit, couldn’t pull out if I tried.” Leon moaned, snapping his hips up into you in shallow thrusts until his balls tensed and he shot ropes into your pussy. You felt complete, the fog clearing for a moment until you felt empty again. 

You huffed, moving your hips again before Leon could say Sweetheart. He convulsed, too fucked out as his eyes rolled back.

“Fuck…”

[acesofspadess]

Track Walk {4}

landoscar x content creator!reader

part 1

series summary: You were invited to the Miami GP for your Track Walk series on social media, what follows after you run into a certain Papaya boy, no one could prepare you for...

series warnings: cursing, angst, smut, making out, mentions of people you may not like, mmf, threesome/throuple, if there is more let me know... ;)

a/n: this a long 4 part series, but the chapters will be released daily!! also... there is no hate to anyone mention in this story, it is a work of fiction and any hate towards the characters/people will be deleted.

Abu Dhabi

“And for the very last time…” you began, watching the chat flood with comments. “I know, I know, it’s sad! But it’s been such an amazing year, and I couldn’t think of a better place to wrap it up. So, let’s walk the Abu Dhabi GP track—and who knows what special guests we might run into along the way?”

The chat erupted with excitement. ‘We’ll miss you!’ ‘Don’t make us cry already!’ ‘Special guests? Say less!’

“It’s going to be a long live today because this track is, well, very long. But that just means more time to chat and answer questions,” you said, starting down the pit straight. “Let’s get into it!”

You hadn’t made it far before you heard a voice behind you. “Shouldn’t you be home by now?”

Turning, you saw Charles Leclerc walking over, a mischievous grin on his face. The chat exploded: ‘CHARLES!’ ‘He’s begging her to go home 😂’

“Charles!” you greeted with mock surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to convince you to leave,” he said, crossing his arms dramatically. “You know what happens if McLaren wins today? We lose the constructors.”

You gasped, playing along. “Are you saying it’s my fault if McLaren wins?”

“Absolutely,” he said without hesitation. “You’ve been their lucky charm all year. So, for the good of Ferrari, I think you should skip the race.”

“Wow, no pressure!” you said, laughing. “Chat, what do you think? Should I leave for Charles’ sake?”

The comments were a mix of ‘Never!’ and ‘Poor Charles, he’s desperate.’

Charles shrugged dramatically. “It was worth a try. Anyway, I’ll see you later—Alex is waiting for you when you’re done!” He waved, leaving you shaking your head.

Not long after, Carlos Sainz strolled up, already grinning. “I hear Charles didn’t convince you to stay home,” he said, leaning casually against a barrier.

“Not a chance,” you replied. “But if Ferrari loses, I’ll know who to avoid at the afterparty.”

Carlos laughed. “You’re dangerous for us, you know that? I told Charles we should’ve flown you back to Monaco last night.”

“Too bad you didn’t,” you teased. “Guess you’ll just have to race harder.”

The chat was loving it: ‘Carlos is so done with her luck.’ ‘McLaren supremacy incoming!’

“Alright, I’ll let you get back to it,” Carlos said with a wink. “But just remember, if McLaren wins, I’m blaming you.”

You waved him off, smiling. “Noted!”

As you continued, the chat filled with questions. One caught your eye: ‘How has this year changed your life?’

“That’s a big one,” you said thoughtfully. “This year has been… life-changing. I started out just a fan with a camera, doing track walks for fun. Now, I’ve had this insane journey where I’ve met incredible people, made lifelong memories, and even found love—yes, I see your comments, we’ll get to that later,” you added with a laugh, the chat exploding with hearts and teasing.

At Turn 7, you spotted Max Verstappen leaning against the wall, watching with a smirk. “You’re still walking?”

“Still winning?” you shot back, grinning.

“Always,” he replied, shaking his head. “But seriously, how does it feel? Last track walk of the year.”

“A little surreal,” you admitted. “But I’m grateful. It’s been an amazing ride.”

Max nodded. “Well, I won’t make it easy for Lando and Oscar, even if you’re here.”

The chat went wild: ‘Even Max is scared of her powers!’ ‘DU DU DU DU.’

“My magic always works!” you called as he walked off, laughing.

As you approached the final straight, you saw Lando and Oscar waiting for you. The chat exploded again: ‘THERE THEY ARE!’ ‘The golden trio reunited!’

“Finally!” you said, turning the camera to them. “Look who decided to join me.”

“We were letting you have your moment,” Lando teased, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

Oscar smirked. “More like we were arguing over who’s side of the garage you’d be in later.”

“Typical,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Alright, chat, you’ve been asking all day about us, so let’s address it.”

Lando grinned. “Big moment, huh?”

“Feels like it,” you replied, glancing between them. “Chat, these two have been the best part of my year. And yes, your eyes did not deceive you.”

The chat erupted: ‘I KNEW IT!’ ‘They’re perfect!’

“But I have to ask,” you said, turning to them. “Which one of you is winning this weekend?”

Oscar smirked. “Me, obviously.”

Lando scoffed. “You wish. I’m taking this one.”

“Well, I need you both to cross the line at the exact same time,” you said, earning groans from them both.

“Always the diplomat,” Lando teased.

With that, you turned back to the camera for the final farewell. “Alright, chat, this is really it. Thank you again for everything. It’s been an amazing journey, as for this weekend—we move in silence.”

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f1gossipofficial Y/N l/n is in the paddock for the first as an official WAG. A few days ago Lando posted the trio, then yesterday the trio confirmed during Y/N live track walk.

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Moving in silence did nothing for the start-

“AND MAX VERSTAPPEN AND OSCAR PIASTRI HAVE A COLLISION INTO TURN 1!”

You dropped into a squat next to Ria and Niran, and Lando’s family. “No, no, no.” you said into your hands. “Move of a champion that one.” Oscar said over the radio and while you could hear the annoyance in his voice you couldn’t help the minor smile at his sassiness. 

The entire race had you even more on edge after that, Lando remained in the front, warding off Carlos, but Charles was gaining on both of them. With Oscar suffering a 10 second penalty for a minor collision with Franco, Lando had to remain in first for the title.

Lando’s pitstop was impeccable and he remained a distance to keep Carlos out of his DRS. Oscar managed to get into the points, and on the last lap nearing the last corner, when the pit lane was closing, someone dragged you over the pitwall. 

Zak and Andrea welcomed you gladly as you all kept your wits until Lando crossed the line.

“AND THIS IS THE MOMENT McLAREN DREAMED OF! LANDO NORRIS WINS THE ABU DHABI GRAND PRIX! McLAREN ARE WORLD CHAMPIONS!”

Everyone around was yelling as you heard Will talk to Lando. “We did it mate! We did it! World Champions!”

“Woo hoo hoo! Wooo! Papaya on top!” Lando screamed. “Congratulations to everyone. Just Incredible. Well done everyone. So proud of you all. You deserve this. Thank you so much. It's been a special year. Next year is going to be my year too.”

Tears were properly streaming down your face. As you hugged everyone on the wall. “Oscar, we’re champions. We are world champions. World Constructors Champions. Well done mate.”

“Whoo! Well done everybody, Massive... massively deserved. Couldn’t be prouder of you all. What a 2 years it’s been.”

You laughed at the lack of emotion in Oscar's voice as you and Lando’s family walked over to the parc ferme. “Lando! Lando!” Adam called his son, making you and his sister laugh. He rushed over giving everyone a hug and when he got to you he lifted you over the barrier and wrapped your legs around his body. “You did it baby! You did it!” You cheered, holding his face as he smiled uncontrollably. “We did it baby, we.” He corrected. You just shook your head kissing his lips before he lifted you back over the railing. Podium celebrations were shared with the sea of Papaya as Lando sprayed you all in rose water.

You were walking through the paddock, the post-race buzz still electric in the air as fans and team members celebrated. Lando and Oscar were off doing interviews, their faces glowing with the pride of their accomplishments, and you couldn’t help but smile as you thought of them. The energy was infectious, and you were savoring every second of it when you heard your name being called.

“Y/N!” a familiar voice shouted from the center of the paddock. You looked up to see your F1 TV friends waving you over enthusiastically.

Grinning, you made your way to them, your heart racing as Will held out a microphone. “Hello!” you greeted, your voice bright as you grabbed the mic.

“Well, I feel like so many congratulations are in order!” Laura said, her face lit with excitement.

“Yes!” you laughed, the sheer joy of the day bubbling to the surface. “A lot has happened this week!” You nodded, the understatement making everyone chuckle.

“You are a taken lady now, you graduate in a few days, and the team you’ve been hyping up all season just won the Constructors' Championship,” Lawrence chimed in, his voice warm with admiration. “How are you feeling right now?”

You let out a soft laugh, wiping at the corner of your eyes as happy tears threatened to spill over again. “Oh my gosh! The tears streaming down my face should say everything!” you joked, earning a round of laughter from the group. “But no, seriously, it’s been such an emotional day. It was an amazing race -nill my boyfriend getting swept into Turn 1—but besides that!” You chuckled again, shaking your head as you thought back to Oscar’s rough start.

Taking a breath, you glanced at the camera and continued, “I think the whole team was very confident this weekend. We knew that both drivers had what it took to get the job done, and they didn’t let anyone down. I know Lando and Oscar are happy with the outcome, and honestly, I’m so proud of them. This team deserves every bit of this win, and I’m just happy to be a part of it.”

As you spoke, their faces lit up, listening intently to your heartfelt words. You could feel their genuine excitement for you, which only made the moment more special.

“Well,” Will began with a playful grin, “we’ve called you over here for a specific reason, and this feels like the perfect time to tell you: this is your formal invitation to join us next season as an official broadcaster for F1 TV!”

Your jaw dropped, and your eyes widened in disbelief. “No, that’s not true,” you said, shaking your hand dismissively, though the flutter in your chest suggested you hoped it was.

“Yes, it is!” Will insisted, his grin widening as the others nodded in agreement.

Your hand flew to your mouth as tears spilled freely, the reality of their words hitting you like a tidal wave. “No way,” you whispered, blinking rapidly.

“Don’t cry!” Will said, pulling you into a warm hug. “We mean it—you’ve been incredible this season, and we’d love to have you on board.”

You hugged him back tightly, your voice breaking as you replied, “I would love to. I can’t even—thank you so much.”

The rest of the crew joined in, enveloping you in a group hug filled with laughter and cheers. The cameras captured every second, the joy of the moment radiating off you all.

“Well, you heard it here first!” Will announced, turning back to the camera with a wide smile. “Y/N L/N will be back on your screens next season, officially joining the F1 TV family!”

You laughed, your cheeks flushed from the overwhelming excitement. Turning to the camera, you waved with a big grin. “Thank you so much, everyone. I can’t wait!”

You finally made it to the hub, where you were waiting with Lando’s family and some of the film crew. The air buzzed with excitement, the sounds of cheering echoing from the nearby garage. Your heart pounded with exhilaration as you watched Lando and Oscar approach, their faces glowing with pure joy.

They came to you together, their grins impossibly wide, and wrapped you in the biggest hug, knocking you off your feet. “AHAHAH!!” you all laughed and cheered, the moment bursting with uncontainable energy.

“I’m so proud of your recovery, baby,” you said, turning to Oscar and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He smiled, his hands resting lightly on your waist.

“I don’t even have feelings about that,” he replied, shaking his head, his voice breathless from the adrenaline of the night. “I’m just so happy about everything.”

You turned to see Lando embracing his mom, her words of pride and love bringing a soft, emotional smile to his face. You quickly captured the moment on video, unable to resist.

“You made so many people proud,” she said, meeting his gaze as he looked up, his eyes shining. The determination in his expression told you everything—you knew there was no stopping him now.

Before long, the three of you were swept up in the celebrations, heading into the McLaren garage where the entire team was waiting. The second you crossed the threshold, the roar of applause and cheers engulfed you, the team shouting Oscar’s and Lando’s names in unison.

“Here they are!” Zak exclaimed, clapping them both on the shoulders as the champagne bottles started popping.

It was a blur after that. Someone handed you a bottle, and before you knew it, you were shaking it vigorously and spraying champagne into the air alongside the drivers and the crew. Laughter filled the space as the sweet, sticky spray soaked everyone in its path. You squealed as Lando turned his bottle on you, drenching your hair and clothes.

“LAN!” you shouted, laughing uncontrollably as you tried (and failed) to dodge the spray. Oscar joined in, teaming up with Lando to make sure you were completely soaked.

“Unfair!” you gasped between giggles, grabbing a nearby bottle to retaliate. The three of you were soon caught in a playful battle, slipping and sliding on the wet floor as the team cheered them on.

Finally, Zak called everyone together for the team photo. You helped herd the group into position, standing between Zak and Andrea behind the team board. 

As the photographer counted down, you looked around at the sea of orange-clad team members, all beaming with pride. This was their moment, their victory, and you were so grateful to be part of it.

“Yell Champions!” the photographer shouted.

Barely an hour after the chaos of the garage celebrations, you, Lando, Oscar, and a few McLaren team members were whisked away to a private jet. The energy was still electric, the air buzzing with excitement as champagne bottles were uncorked mid-flight, the golden liquid spilling over glasses and dripping onto the plush seats. Lando leaned over, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him while Oscar pressed his knee against yours, his hand resting possessively on your upper thigh.

The team joked and laughed loudly around you, but your world felt narrower, the heat of the two men beside you pulling your focus entirely. Lando leaned in, his lips grazing your ear. “You’re glowing tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

Oscar’s hand slid higher, his thumb tracing slow circles against your leg. “She’s glowing because she knows she has two champions taking care of her,” he teased, his Australian accent somehow softer, more intimate.

You were sure your face was burning, the tension between the three of you palpable, but before it could escalate further, the plane began its descent. Through the window, the lights of Qatar’s shimmering skyline came into view, and your excitement reignited.

The palace felt more like a club, with its thumping music, dim lights, and opulent décor. You entered with Lando and Oscar on either side of you, their hands never leaving your body. The team scattered quickly, drawn to the bar or the dance floor, but the three of you stuck together, finding a private corner where the energy between you bubbled over.

Lando pulled you to him first, his hands on your waist as the music pulsed through your bodies. His lips brushed your neck, teasing you as he whispered something you couldn’t quite hear over the bass. Oscar wasn’t far behind, pressing against your back, his hands skimming your hips and sending a rush of heat through you. You felt completely surrounded, the two of them moving with you like you were the only person in the room.

The night grew hazier as drinks flowed freely, and their touches became bolder. Lando’s fingers slid under the hem of your dress as he kissed you deeply, his grin wicked when you gasped against him. Oscar’s lips found your jaw, then your collarbone, his hands firm as they gripped your waist.

“Should we take this somewhere more private?” Lando suggested, his voice dripping with suggestion.

Minutes later, you were back on the plane, in an off area in the back while everyone else was in the front, the hum of the engines blending with the sound of your laughter and murmured words. The cabin lights were dimmed, casting a soft glow over the three of you as Oscar pulled you into his lap, his hands trailing over your body.

Lando leaned forward, his lips capturing yours while his hand slid behind your neck. The space was too small, too intimate, and yet it felt perfect as their attention overwhelmed you, their hands and mouths exploring in a way that left no doubt about their intentions.

By the time you landed back at the hotel, the three of you were a mess of heated touches and whispered promises, the excitement of the night blending seamlessly with the effects of champagne and adrenaline. The second the door to your suite clicked shut, Lando’s hands were on your ass, pulling you flush against him.

“Need to feel you, baby,” he panted into your neck, his lips grazing your skin with each word. His hands roamed your body, slipping under the hem of your dress, his desperation evident in every touch.

Oscar wasn’t far behind, his lips brushing against your ear as his hands slid down your waist. “Haven’t had you since Singapore,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. “Need you so bad.”

Your senses were clouded, the lingering buzz of alcohol dulling your inhibitions but sharpening every touch, every kiss, every breath. Still, beneath the haze, the love you had for these boys burned brighter than anything else.

You pulled back just enough to meet their eyes, your fingers tangling in Lando’s curls as you leaned in to kiss him, slow and deep. He moaned into your mouth, his grip on your ass tightening as he pressed you closer. When you finally pulled away, his eyes were dark, his lips swollen and parted as if he were about to beg for more.

Turning to Oscar, you cupped his face, your thumb brushing over his cheek as you pulled him into a kiss that left him breathless. “You two,” you whispered against his lips, “are everything to me. Tonight is about you.”

Lando let out a low groan, his hands sliding down your thighs as he picked you up. “You spoil us too much,” he murmured, though the way his hands gripped you said he wasn’t about to complain.

Once you all made it to the bed, Lando tossed you down and pulled them down next to you straddling Oscar’s lap as Lando moved next to you, his hands sliding up Oscar's sides. The heat of their bodies surrounded you, and you reveled in the way they reacted to every touch, every kiss, every whispered word.

“You were so perfect tonight,” you said, your lips brushing against Lando’s ear as your fingers teased at the buttons of his shirt. “Every move you made was flawless. You deserved that win, Lando. You earned it.”

He moaned as he tilted his head back, giving you more access to his neck. “Keep talking, baby,” he rasped. “Love hearing you say it.”

You smiled against his skin, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat before turning your attention back to Oscar whose face was flushed from Lando’s roaming hands. “And you,” you murmured, pulling him closer by the back of his neck until your lips were inches from his. “You’ve come so far, Oscar. You’re a champion. Do you know how proud we are of you?”

His breath hitched, his hands tightening on your waist as he kissed you, hard and desperate. “You drive me crazy,” he muttered against your lips, his voice trembling with emotion.

You made quick work of their clothes. Stripping them bare as they removed your dress. You made them sit against the headboard as you crawled up the bed in between them. You kissed Oscar’s neck, just under his ear and he whimpered. “Love your little noises, baby.” You said before pecking his lips, making him chase yours. You giggled softly as Lando took his lips in his own and they made out above you as you kissed down both of their chest and bodies until you read their muscular thighs. You kissed around everywhere they wanted you and their breaths got quicker. 

You took Oscar’s cock in your mouth without warning, hearing him moan and hiss at the feeling, and then Lando’s moan as you wrapped your free hand around his cock. “Fuck, baby.” Oscar gasped, hands finding your head but not pushing just yet. You took him all the way down your throat, letting your hand that was on his base squeeze his balls and his hips thrusted into yours as he moaned loudly. “Fuck, no you can’t do that. We have too many rounds for you to do that.” You popped off his cock with a giggle.

“Rounds you say?” You teased kissing up Lando’s thighs. “Rounds, princess. I need to make love to you both.” You moaned at his words as you took Lando all the way down your throat first. “Baby,” he whimpered, throwing his head back. “Look at our girl, mouth full of your cock, pretty boy.” Oscar whispered against Lando’s now exposed neck. Lando’s hips jerked up again at Oscar’s dirty talk. You hummed in agreement and Lando was tugging your head off right after.

Lando looked down at you, his voice low and breathy. “You’re going to ruin us, you know that?”

You laughed softly, crawling back up to them, your fingers of one hand threading through his curls as you kissed him again, the other threading through Oscar’s. “Good,” you whispered against his lips. “Because I’m yours. And you’re mine.”

Oscar pulled your hand from out of his hair and held it, his grip firm as he pressed a kiss to your ring finger. “Forever,” he said softly, his voice filled with a sincerity that sent a shiver down your spine.

Lando took your moment of lust and pressed his thumb against your clit making you moan softly throwing your head back. “Mmm, going to make you cum on our tongues, baby. Lay down.”

But you shook your head, “No, want to make it-”

“We don’t care.” Oscar cut you off. “We get off so quick at tasting you baby. This is more for us than it is you.” He said while flipping you over. He captured your lips, immediately sucking on your tongue as Lando kissed down your stomachs and thighs before sucking on your clit and making you arch into Oscar. “Lan..” you panted as Oscar smirked before kissing his own way down. “Shit, love, taste so good.” Lando moaned against your pussy. Your hands trailed into each boy's hair as Oscar let his tongue circle around your entrance. “Feels so good.” You moaned softly and then practically screamed at the feeling of the boys making out over your clit. “Fuck, please, please-”

“Cum for us baby, squirming for us.” Oscar teased holding your hips down while both boys sank a finger into you. Your back arched as your coil snapped and your moan was high pitched as they never ended their attack against your clit. Your hips rolled against their mouths as you came down from your high. 

“I’m loving this, but if I’m not inside of one of you in the next 10 seconds we’re going to have a problem on our hands.” Oscar said after him and Lando stopped sucking each other's fingers clean of you.

“Want her.” Lando requested and Oscar nodded, pressing his lips to Lando’s in confirmation. Lando laid against the headboard, pulling you on top of him. He pulled your head down to his with one hand, letting you tongues dance as he coated his dick in your juices before pushing into you. You both gasped and panted, and you wasted no time in sinking all the way down. “Fuck, Oscar, stop teasing.” You turned your head to see Oscar scissoring his fingers in and out of Lando’s hole and you clenched around his cock. Lando’s hands flew to your waist and squeezed warningly. 

You watched as Oscar pressed into Lando with an ease that almost made you jealous. Oscar must have noticed your expression and kissed your pouty lips, “You can peg us when we get home.” You moaned at both Oscar’s words and Lando thrusting into you. “Fuck yes, baby.” You moaned as you bounced on Landos cock. His hands were squeezing your tits roughly as he took the rough shots from Oscar.

You leaned against Oscar's shoulder as you bounced, the moans you were all sharing were pornagraphic. “Feel that baby?” Lando asked, taking your hand and pressing it against your stomach. You looked down at your hand and saw the bulge of his cock in your stomach. “Fuck that’s so hot.” Lando moaned, and the look in his eyes said he wanted more. He gripped your throat and pulled you down from Oscar's chest and into his own as his hips sped up to match Oscar’s pace.

“Fuck, Lando.” You cried as he bullied his cock into you. “Yeah, your pussy was made for us. So wet, so warm. Can feel myself against your stomach.” He said in between his own high moans from Oscar. “Lando, fuck your ass is perfect, sucking me in.” Oscar said, leaning over you to drive his cock deeper into Lando. “I’m so close. Please.” You begged. “Hold it.” Oscar grunted, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “Need this burned into my memory.” He moaned as he took a picture of all of you connected, before switching it to a video and spanking you. “Come on, princess, cum all over Lando’s cock.”

He spanked you another time and it set you off. You all but screamed as you arched so far into Lando’s chest there was no telling where one began and ended. Lando’s moans got quicker and higher and he was spilling into you next, hips and body twitching under you. Oscar gripped Lando’s thigh roughly as he thrusted sloppily filling his boyfriend's hole.

You all panted as you came down, pulling out and off of each other. You barely pulled off Lando before Oscar was picking you up in his arms. “Want you in front of a mirror.” He said moving you all to the bathroom, which had a very large mirror. “Lan. Come here.” He called off his shoulder hearing the boy still panting. 

He placed you on your back on the marble sink and you arched from the coldness. “You ready for me baby?” Lando asked, teasing Oscar’s hole. “I don’t care, I just need you in me.” He threw his head back against Lando’s shoulders as Lando thrusted into him slowly, but with no resistance. “Lan!” He whined into the boy's mouth before sucking on his tongue. “Always so tight around me. Treat our pretty girl Osc. Fuck her full of us.”

Oscar didn’t need to be told twice as he slipped into you with so much ease. He had Lando in girth and stretched you so deliciously wide. “Osc!” He wasted no time thrusting into you in opposite thrust of Lando to fuck himself onto his boyfriends cock.

“Feel so full, Osc.” You said looking at him. “Yeah, Lando and I are just so perfect for you, huh?” He smiled, bringing your conjoined hands over the bulge in your stomach from his cock. “Both of us bulging in your stomach. Such a pretty girl.” He said, leaning down and pecking your lips. His comment seemed to turn the whole mood around and you went from fucking like bunnies to making love. 

“I love you both so much.” Lando panted. “We love you pretty boy, so much.” You cried as his hand snaked around Oscar and circled your clit. “Can feel you getting close Osc, squeezing me so tight. I’m gonna fill you up. ” He said, kissing his back and picking up his own phone from the counter to record all of you cumming together. Oscar’s hand joined Lando’s against your clit and you whined at the pleasure.

“You both were made for me. Never want to experience life without you. Fuck.” He cursed as his hips twitched and he moaned loudly spilling into you. He collapsed on top of you, but his hips and fingers were still moving. “Osc, baby!” Lando cried, thrusting into him and spilling his seed into him. “Let go for us baby girl. Give us what we want.” Lando said staying sheathed inside Oscar but moving to his side to see you. “Oh- Lan- Osc!” You cried as your back arched more than you thought possible, and your body shook.

“Fuck baby, oh my-” Oscar moaned as you started to squirt all over their fingers and Oscar’s cock. “That’s it baby.” Lando said slapping your clit to keep your high as long as possible. When you came back down from your ethereal orgasm, you heard the shower running and saw Oscar gathering the towels.

“Come on pretty girl. Let’s clean up.” Lando said, picking you up and hugging you. “I Love you pretty girl.” He said walking over to Oscar. He passed you into his arms and Oscar hugged you tightly. “I love you darling.” He said pecking your lips. “I love you pretty boy.” He then repeated to Lando who blushed and smiled. “I love you Osc.”

You all stepped into the shower and Oscar put you down. You pecked both of their lips before sinking to your knees. “Baby-” Oscar warned.

“I need you both down my throat.” You dead panned and started jerking them off again. They quickly got hard and you brought both of their tips into your mouth, sucking on them immediately. “Baby, I'm not going to last long.” Lando moaned, hand coming to your head.

You popped off them, “Don’t need you to.” You admitted. “Just need you to fuck my throat.” You said guiding Oscar’s hand to your head and filling your mouth with both of them. You looked up at them and all self-control they had, disappeared. They started thrusting into your throat simultaneously and you absolutely loved it. “Fuck baby, your noises.” Oscar moaned. The sounds of you softly gagging and choking on them fueled all three of you on. “Baby-” Lando’s moans got higher and you tasted the saltiness of his cum going down your throat. “Princess-”

Oscar joined his boyfriend in cumming down your throat and you purposefully shoved and shook your head closer to their hips to get them down your throat as they cummed and they gripped your hair roughly making you moan. They pulled out, going soft but with a mix of each other over each cock. You showed them that you swallowed (princess you’re a slut) before cleaning their cocks of each other's cum until they hissed in overstimulation.

“Now we actually shower.” 

Lando rubbed your bare stomach back and forth, -one of their shirts only covering your breast- his eyes soft as he looked at you when you were finally tucked in bed later that night -morning. “Best night of my life,” he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet awe. Oscar pressed a kiss to your stomach, his arms tightening around you. “Ours too.”

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One Piece Imagine: F!Reader giving a Victory Smooch to Monster Trio

Luffy

Luffy did not see himself as a hero. He is a pirate, and he never shares especially food. But boy, the rage he felt when he saw that terrible Marine captain stole the food that you have painstakingly tried to keep - nobody has the right to starve anyone on HIS watch!

So you truly fall for him when he and his crew return with a wagon of fruits, veggies, all the finest delicacies he can offer... and a very beaten up corrupt Marine captain on his feet. The villagers were more than grateful to be freed from that jerk, especially you.

After giving that Marine a well-deserved kick on the nuts before handing him to the ACTUAL authority, you came up to Luffy with a plate of his favorite meat on the bones and told him that he deserved a reward for helping her. He gratefully accepts it... but not before you gave him a gentle peck on his cheek, "My hero." Luffy is annoyed that you are interrupting his meal. Also, he is not a hero, damn it! But he is still grateful for the reward. Meanwhile, Sanji is fuming about the background of why Luffy always gets the good part of the reward.

"Shishishishi! You're welcome! But I want more meat instead of kisses!"

Zoro

You're gonna need a lot of cold showers when Zoro saves you. because the way he saves you is actually hoooooot.

Oceans in Grand Line are stupidly dangerous. Freaky weather and monsters will always come when you least expect it. So it really kind of surprised you when the crew got ambushed by a giant Sea King.

A very vicious, pissed-off Sea King.

Its battle with it can be described as near-death and brutal. The crew had a lot of close calls, but it was when its jaws almost closed on you that Zoro got to work.

A couple of swishes from his blade, followed by an intense "ONI GIRI!" battle cry had turned that Sea King into a seafood fillet fit to feed as Luffy's dinner. It was vicious, it was professional. IT WAS HOT.

When Zoro came to check on you, you had to fan yourself really hard because, WOW. How does that muscle of his work again? And how hard his teeth are? Zoro did not have time to react before your lips descended on him, catcalls and cheers from the crew (and a furious rant from Sanji) accompanied the scene. "My hero~" you purred.

The normally serious Zoro became incredibly flustered, annoyed, and sorta impressed by your reward. He never expected this turn of events, promising you that he will need more than that in the bedroom.

"Oi, OI! Really? Ah, damn it. All in a day's work I guess. Seriously, what was that?"

Sanji

The day you're engaged to the most violent and sexist man is the day Sanji saved you. Your noble parents sold you off to the most notoriously rich man, who is known for his brutish "manly" treatment of women. To them, it was discipline. But to you and the other poor women, he is hell.

Enter Sanji. He has been on the island for a few days and he already heard plenty of horror stories about the future groom of yours. So he did what a pirate should do - crash into the party with the crew and humiliate your father and groom with the knowledge of wine and food.

Your ex-fiancee's luck ran out when he slapped you halfway across the room when you tried to stop him from jeopardizing the guests' safety. Gone is the suave Sanji - he only sees a man who DARES to hurt a lady and brags about it - oh, he won't get away with it. One Diable Jambe Concasse later, Sanji left the terrified household and one horribly hurt and unconscious ex-fiancee, carrying you in his arms.

When you're already in a safe space, Sanji asks if you're okay... only to be met with a barrage of kisses on his face and a large one of his lips. Never had you felt so grateful, so much in love with Sanji. "My hero! Thank you so, SO, much!"

There was a happy, sheepish grin, lots of "mellorine!" and blood spurts from the nose before Sanji replied joyfully, "You're welcome, milady!" And then he would ask if there is more to come from your reward.

He nearly went to heaven when you slyly said yes.

"HA! You see that?! I am a hero! Yes, I am! Mr. Prince is here to save the ladies's day from danger! Ahaha! I am always here to serve you any time, Y/N-chwaaan!"

Please reply if you want to suggest more scenarios like this with other characters!

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Scaramouche + Wanderer NSFW ABCs

SCARAMOUCHE’S POV: You and Scaramouche are friends with benefits. You’re a human but you are incredibly the Seventh Fatui Harbinger. You used to have a rivalry with the Sixth Harbinger because you always thought you were stronger. Slowly, you two start to realize you have many things in common and compete each other in a different way.

WANDERER’S POV: You and Wanderer are a couple. You are a student at the Akademiya and used to be one of his fans when he still was Scaramouche, but, just like everyone else, you forgot his existence after he deleted hisself from the Irminsul. Wanderer met you again when he saw you being cornered by Fatui Agents and saved you from them because he still felt thankful for your support to him in the past. Because of this event, you began talking to him more frequently to him and he quickly fell in love for you, even if he promised to never do so again.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is obviously a NSFW piece

— Reader is FEMALE uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Both characters will have some PTSD and are pretty toxic in some topics

— Contains MANY kinky topics such as: Creampie, dressed sex, degradation, oral sex, body marking, bondage, overstimulation, teasing, unfairness, masturbation, public sex, quickies, unprotected sex, usage of elemental powers, sexualization of common / daily activities and probably more

A - Aftercare (How are they like after it and how do they treat you?)

Scaramouche: Scaramouche would usually win the “competitions” you two had, and whenever he did so he’d be pretty snobby about it. He would help you clean up and put you in a comfy place but he’d make sure to keep smirking and staring at your soul through every second of it. Depending of what the competition was about, and who begun it, he’d joke or be ironic about it. Good luck trying to live peacefully after losing to him on a challenge you did by yourself.

“Here you go. I know it’s hard to survive a challenge against me, so I just want to make sure you are not in a vegetative state!” He joked, handing you a cup of water with a very proud smile in his face after barely breaking your mind in bed.

Wanderer: He’d definitely keep the aftercare for the next morning. He feels embarrassed enough to get naked in front of you before it, so he definitely doesn’t want you to see him naked, panting, sweaty and blushing after it. He will immediately lay down and quickly cover the both of you up, cuddling your head until you’re asleep. After some minutes or hours watching you sleep while messing with your hair, he will get up, dress up and do whatever he has to do to make you wake up to a perfect scenario.

“Sit down, I brought you breakfast.” He asked, putting a four-legged tray on top of your waist as soon as you were set to. It had your favorite meal for breakfast and your favorite snacks and drink around it. He already had his clothes on and you had just woke up from an exhausting sex night. “So… did you like it..?” He asked, sitting by your side but avoiding eye contact. You could see him clearly blushing tho.

B - Body Part (What is their favorite part of your body and why?)

Scaramouche: Your hips. If he’s holding your hips, he has the control of it all, and he loves that feeling. He loves to see you sway your hips when walking, see you in clothes where your hips are valued, he loves to grip on them until they get red by the pressure of his fingers, he loves squeezing them and other body parts around it like your belly and tights and he really loves seeing you sway them, especially when you’re riding him.

“Fuck..! If you keep swaying your hips like that… I might actually pass out.” Says Scaramouche between low groans, trying to pretend like he’s not losing the current challenge. His eyes and hands locked on your hips like a hunter. You were swaying them in a way that was driving him absolutely crazy for you.

Wanderer: Your wrists. Even after deleting hisself from the Irminsul and going through his past identity of Scaramouche, he still likes to have total, or most control of sex. He will always lock both your wrists down by either pulling or pushing them to the ground depending on your position, and he does it hard just like his past self. The difference is that he’s just not that kinky anymore and doesn’t even realize how much he likes to hold your wrists.

“Stop moving.” Wanderer ordered between his many moans, grabbing both your wrists and pushing them harder into the wall he was thrusting you against.

C - Cum (Where do they most like to cum?)

Scaramouche: If Scaramouche has the opportunity to cum in your chest or in your face, he will always do it. He absolutely loves the power sensation he gets from doing that to you. He also really enjoys doing it inside and seeing you take it all until you can’t anymore and ends dripping some of it, but he prefers to watch you cleaning your face or chest after having his cum all around it.

“Look at you… letting yourself have all my cum around you like a toy… humiliating.” Scaramouche joked as he watched every single drop of his cum eject from his dick to your chest after fucking you in missionary position with a big smirk in his face.

Wanderer: Inside. Wanderer became a very reserved guy after going through the Irminsul, so his love for the power he got from cumming outside was absolutely lost. He also developed a really weird and unexpected perfectionism, so he doesn’t want to be responsible for cleaning up a mess he can avoid.

“Shhh, shhh. It’s ok, it’s ok. Just take it all in and it will be over in a second.” He said neutrally as he came it all inside your womb, holding you still as you trembled in agony of the feeling of being filled up.

D - Dirty Secret (A sexual wish that they have but you still don’t know about)

Scaramouche: Creampie. Scaramouche has a really kinky wish of seeing you dripping (specifically his) cum out of your pussy. Why would he dream such an specific thing? Power. Scaramouche loves that feeling and if he ever had you dripping his seed when it was initially blown inside you, it would be the ultimatum pleasure to him. He just simply doesn’t tell you about it because the amount of orgasms it would take to have you dripping cum is far from your limits. Unfortunately, you are a human. That means you could never take it that far. That’s why he prefers cumming outside you, so you don’t get enough in a single round.

Wanderer: The day Wanderer saw you dressed as Traditional Sumeru dancer (like Nilou) for an annual festival in Sumeru, was the day he first developed a sexual wish with that new identity. It took him a lot of time to realize he was having TOO many dirty thoughts about it and it took him even more to realize he would like to experience sex with you like that. He just doesn’t tell you that secret because it has been months since you wore that costume. It would be too “out of nowhere” and he’s afraid you’ll find that funny. He will wait until next year, and if the idea keeps bothering his sleeping hours, he will find a way to gather the courage he needs and tell you. He has become a very reserved guy, give him a break.

E - Experience (How experienced are they?)

Scaramouche: Before meeting you, Scaramouche had a low body count. He would only do it with prostitutes and only when he was stressed. That means he wasn’t perfect at it when you two started having sex together, which made you underestimate him at the beginning even if he did win you in the very first round. But time goes on, and you two started doing it almost every day. That means he became an expert pretty quickly and overcame your abilities. He could easily make any woman go insane with his sex, but he prefers keeping all his tricks just for you.

Wanderer: In this universe, his past self also had a even lower body count since he would also only do it with prostitutes and he never had a girlfriend. And unfortunately, he lost most of his already low experience throughout the process of deleting his memories in the Irminsul and then regaining them again. He still will pleasure you greatly, but he knows no much more than the basic stuff. At least he’s trying to become better at it just to make you love him more by trying different paces, positions, places and more.

F - Favorite Position (What is their favorite position to do it?)

Scaramouche: Doggy Style. As you probably know by now, Scaramouche is a huge fan of power. So it shouldn’t be unexpected for him to love fucking you from behind brutally. Seeing your back arched to its core, all your hair being pulled into his direction and your buttocks and hips marked with his hands… it just makes him feel too confident.

“I’m barely seconds in… and you already lost the competition… and made a fucking mess.” He cursed, leaning closer to you just to whisper the joke in your ear while pulling your hair slightly.

Wanderer: Spooning. Wanderer is a guy that needs assurance and love 24/7. So, being able to feel most of your skin touching his while having sex somehow reassures him that you are enjoying it as much as him. The fact that he can also shove his mouth on your shoulders to censor his moans and you can’t really see him in that position comforts him. He’s still very reserved about this kind of thing, so he still feels embarrassed to let you see him naked or hear him moaning.

“Do you like it..?” Wanderer asks huskily between wet moans in your shoulder. “Good…” He says, gently smooching your neck afterwards.

G - Goofy (How seriously do they take it?)

Scaramouche: It’s pretty obvious that Scaramouche is pretty goofy when doing it, but in a bad way. He’s not going to make silly comments or compliment you. No… most of the times he’ll annoy you to the last nerve with his typical comments or jokes and destroy your dignity. At least… he’s only goofy with you and only you.

“Hey, why do you seem so frustrated? Weren’t you the one that started this?” He asked, grabbing your wrists and locking them behind you when you tried to hold him down to stop going so fast and got mad at him for not doing so.

Wanderer: Wanderer is absolutely serious when he’s having sex with anyone. He will not make a single joke or comment about anything. It would remind him of his past self, which is pretty uncomfortable to him but he also considers sex a moment of extreme intimacy where no jokes should be done.

“W-What are you smiling at..?” Asked Wanderer insecure about the tiny smile in your face. You two were doing it in missionary this time and you were simply admiring the view right above you. He was the prettiest man you’ve ever seen.

H - Hair (How many hair do they have down there?)

Since they’re the same person and puppet, both of them share the same answer: they have no body hair at all besides their eyebrows and actual hair. Don’t ask me… Ei is who created him…

I - Intimacy (How intimate and romantic are they through it?)

Scaramouche: Initially, Scaramouche wasn’t romantic nor intimate at all. He would simply enjoy the sexual pleasure of the moment and leave you in your bed to sleep after being railed. But within time, he started to get attached to you even if he tried to deny it. So he started to let out some genuine compliments, kiss and hug you through it, spend more time with you after it and tell you his sexual wishes. Even with this tiny development, he still isn’t the most romantic guy. He becomes very embarrassed when the sex gets too real and will try muttering jokes and cover his sounds to make it more savage because he doesn’t understand that sex is a human instinct and that he’s feeling it.

“This is so fucking so good…” He moaned between the wet and breathy kiss, while his hips rocked hard against yours. One of his hands was gripping on your hand tight while the other one was barely breaking your hips. But when he realized how weird that was, he decided to mumble any joke that came to his mind. “Out of all cum sluts out there, you’re definitely my favorite..! This is worth some extra tips…” He tried to joke, even tho he was saying you’re his favorite partner.

Wanderer: Wanderer, in the other hand, is way more intimate with you. Living with Nahida and studying in the Akademiya made him earn some morality and values he would’ve never learned as a Harbinger. Falling in love with you also made him view some things differently and seriously. For example, the day he entered your room when you were changing. He spent days thinking about what he saw and didn’t understand why he felt so amused by it when he had seen many naked women in his life already? That means that he also feels embarrassed when you see him undress at your front. His attention will be 100% at you, looking for any signs or comfort or discomfort, kissing you everywhere and hugging you all the time. He will not say many things and will not make comments at all, but he’ll make sure you two are in the same environment.

“This is amazing… I don’t wanna stop…” Wanderer moaned while throwing his head to the air. You two were having a very hot missionary sex under the sheets and the overwhelming sweat and heat of your bodies was making him feel wonders.

J - Jack Off (How often do they touch themselves?)

Scaramouche: He wouldn’t jack off frequently. When he felt horny he would just go at you, challenge you in something, make it sexual and fulfill his desires there and now. He’d also have sex with you before going away to missions so his wishes wouldn’t disturb him during the mission. But if became too long, like a month or more, he would sit down in a chair or floor and do it. He would also start masturbating when you two had an appointment to have sex and he knew you were arriving soon, so you’d arrive to a very teasing view.

“You… finally arrived..!” Scaramouche said between low groans. He was masturbating in chair, completely backwards to you, already pretty close to his orgasm. “What am I doing? I’m just making these hours of waiting you less useless…” He joked, still not stopping his movements.

Wanderer: No. Absolutely no. Wanderer will try his best to avoid masturbation. Why? Because the only time where he felt that desperate to touch himself like that, Nahida entered the room without knocking on the door. He spent days avoiding her, even if she completely understood that instinct and wanted to apologize for barging in the room without his consent. Even if you’re away for an appointment and he gets hormonal, he’ll prefer to simply close his eyes and imagine you two having sex, rather than jacking his dick up and down.

“No, I’m not gonna do it.” He said to hisself while trying to sleep, changing his position again. His dick was brick hard but he was trying to ignore it. His brain wasn’t helping tho, making him imagine the both of you having sex with some extra erotic details that were only making him more and more horny. “Hell..! Why is this feeling so fucking insistent..?!”

K - Kinks (Do they have any kinks that you know of?)

Scaramouche: Absolutely. Scaramouche has many kinks and fetishes but the ones that most turn him on are degradation and dominance. Taking control of things and putting people in their place has always been the thing he’s most good at and also his favorite thing. So it isn’t hard for him to do it in sex nor uncomfortable. He’ll make you suck him like a leech, he’ll leave your ass cheeks red from the quantity of slaps given there, he’ll make you beg for him and way more… this guy is an iceberg you don’t wanna go through…

“Show me how much you want this, you little slut.” Scaramouche ordered while fucking you from behind brutally, making you instantly arch your back. “Bending it all over me like a fucking dog in heat… pathetic.” He commented, gripping on your hips tighter.

Wanderer: The only kink you know Wanderer possesses by now is Bondage. He’s not into extreme bondage where you can’t do anything at all, but instead simple things like a single blindfold, or handcuffs or both. That doesn’t mean he’ll absolutely rail you when doing so, actually he’ll be pretty careful with your pleasure now that you’re extra vulnerable. What he likes on it is the control of the handcuffs and the privacy he gets from the blindfold. For example, whenever you or him want to try a new position, he’ll try to ask you to wear a blindfold because he doesn’t want you to see him trying something new at all. He’s afraid he’s terrible at whatever you or him ask for.

“Is it too tight?” He asks you gently, after finishing the knot on the blindfold, with his head in your shoulders. “Alright then… may I start?” He asks, gripping on your wrists even if they were already handcuffed.

L - Location (Where do they most like to do it? And why?)

Scaramouche: Honestly… anywhere. Scaramouche doesn’t really care whether the door is open or closed or if it’s cold or hot outside. He’d do it in Tsaritsa’s bed if he had the chance. He usually prefers places where you can be heard or seen tho. He likes to make it clear to everyone that you are his.

“So what if the door is open? I’d let them see if I was you! Then they’d all know they have no chance with you because all that would go through your mind would be me topping you like this, and my cock making your insides mush.” Scaramouche joked while fucking you from behind in a restaurant’s public bathroom.

Wanderer: Anywhere that is private. Wanderer doesn’t want to be seen at all and especially… doesn’t anyone to see you. He’s very reserved about hisself but if anyone saw you in such an erotic state, blindfolded, handcuffed… he would probably threaten the person’s life. So, he’ll always makes sure nobody’s around, the door is locked and the windows are closed. But especially… he’d make sure Nahida wasn’t nearby.

“Don’t be so impatient. It would be irresponsible of me to leave the windows open.” Wanderer said while closing the windows in his room, pretty annoyed at your petty impatience to have sex with him.

M - Motivation (What makes them keep doing it with you?)

Scaramouche: Your persistence. Scaramouche really likes how you attract him into sex and how you fuck with him. You always bring different “challenges” to him, whispering in his ears and wearing lingeries under your uniform, which already turns him on instantly. But, since you usually lose the challenges, especially the ones you did, it makes him like the experiences even more. After the first time you two did it, where you lost, Scaramouche thought you’d never ask him for it again. But you did, and he was very surprised (in a good way). You turned a switch you can’t turn off. And now, he’ll constantly challenge you in bed.

“You really wanna challenge me into who’s cumming first again? Even if all the times you’ve done that were a victory for me? Ha… I wonder whether you’re challenging me or yourself.” He teased, already turned on, as he walked closer to you undoing his pants.

Wanderer: His love for you doesn’t only make him keep having sex with you but also makes him keep living. The care that you have for him didn’t seem to change even if you didn’t know his past self anymore. That makes him feel he won’t be betrayed romantically even if you’re a social butterfly. But… since you’re a human, it means that you’ll have to go one day (more known as “betray” in his head). So he wants to enjoy every second of you, the same way he wants you to enjoy every second of him. The way that you reassure him of his insecurities and traumas naturally just gives him too much pleasure, sexually or not.

“Say that again…” He whimpered in your ear desperately after you moaned that you loved his sex meanwhile he fucked you from behind. The way he moaned after you repeated it, this time with an “I love you”, was animalistic. “Oh god… say that again… just keep saying that…” He begged while accelerating his pace, too embarrassed to tell you he loves you back.

N - No (What are things they would never do while having sex? And why?)

Scaramouche: Scaramouche thought he didn’t have any no’s in sex until the day you joked about calling him Kabukimono during it. He laughed at first but soon realized he actually hated that idea and kinda got mad at you for suggesting something so disgusting like that. It just felt wrong to have you calling him a nickname that came from people that had all betrayed him one day. His mother, his best friend and a sick kid? No. Just no. His name is Scaramouche and his title is The Balladeer. That’s all you can name him as.

“You only realized that what you said about calling me by my past name, given to me by worthless people, was terrible now?” Scaramouche asked angrily but also jokingly, avoiding eye contact like you were truly disgusting. You really didn’t know that those names were that triggering to him and genuinely felt bad for him.

Wanderer: Wanderer has many more no’s compared to his past self and you. But aside from his past wishes he’s and the obvious no’s, his weirdest no in sex is you riding him. He just can’t feel comfortable in that position at all. You are the one who locks his hands against the bed, settle a rhythm for him to follow and especially, see him in such a vulnerable state. He has been through so much humiliation and manipulation in his life that he really wants to stay far from anything that gives him the slightest feeling of being used. And that position gives him that same feeling.

“N-No..! I don’t like this! Please stop..!” He asked desperately out of nowhere. You stopped riding him immediately and quit the position in a second, trying to comfort him and understand what was going on. It was the first time you two were trying that position and you were going very slow. “I-I’m sorry, I just… don’t like to see myself in this position...” He explained, completely embarrassed for ruining the moment and gasping for air.

O - Oral (Do they prefer giving or receiving?)

Scaramouche: Giving. Scaramouche loves to see you crumbling from above him while he’s giving you a cunnilingus. And trust me, he is good at it. He’ll do it until your legs are trembling, trying their best to smash his head further inside you, until all you can mutter are moans and pleads for him to either fuck you or go faster. Even if he’s not a huge fan of your hands gripping on his hair for dear life, he likes the fact that it basically means you are feeling the agony of being touched in such a sensible spot.

“I know, I know… but I’m having so much fun toying you here that I just… don’t wanna leave. Not until I’m satisfied.” Scara said between licks and breathes on your sensible clit. He continued to mouth you everywhere for barely an hour without breaking eye contact. Not even for a mere second.

Wanderer: Receiving. Wanderer is indeed a very reserved guy, that’s why you were so surprised to him like oral sex that much when you two first tried it. He was trying his best to not grip your hair too hard, to swallow his moans in, but it was too much for him. To have you kneeling at his front, sucking him so passionately and obediently was just too perfect for him. He felt such a huge feeling of power and privacy that made him fall in love with it. He never asks for it tho, because it is indeed a very embarrassing position for him.

“I-I’m sorry… I can’t hold it… this is too good…” He said between deep breathes, whimpers and moans as he gripped on your head tight to make you suck him faster. He was against a wall, barely managing to stand up. His other hand was trying its best to not grip on your head as well, scratching the wall for dear life.

P - Pace (Are they quick or slow? Rough or gentle?)

Scaramouche: It depends on what are you or him trying to do exactly. If he wants to edge you, he’ll go as rough as possible but torturously slow. If he wants you to cum faster than him, he’ll go as quick and rough as possible. He’s never going to be gentle to you, even if it’s supposed to be a more romantic sex.

“You like it here, yeah? Then I’ll fuck you right here until you’re brainless…” He commented, completely lustful for you and the moment as he roughly and slowly thrusted you all the way to your cervix, making you scream at each thrust.

Wanderer: He’ll most likely going to be slow and gentle most of the times. He wants this kind of moment to last as much as it can so both of you savor each other as much as you can, remember the feeling of doing that with each other and long to savor it again. He’ll never be rough with you, not at Scaramouche’s level. He’ll maybe go quick at you depending on the situation but usually he’ll just accelerate when you or him are close to climaxing.

“Faster..?” He asked, almost sounding like a husky whimper, when you whispered the command. “I will, my love… I will…” He said a little louder as he gripped and pushed your wrists harder in the bed and begun accelerating.

Q - Quickies (What do they think of quickies?)

Scaramouche: No matter where you two are, he’ll always ask for it when he finds the opportunity to have sex. A third person in the room said they’d go to the bathroom because they’re not feeling well and think they’ll vomit? He’ll not let you go help, instead, he’ll give you oral sex. Even if you two are caught he’ll most likely not going to stop. Why would he? It’s free porn for whoever is watching anyway… and he’ll obviously be more obvious about it if the environment is private.

“This is a nice kitchen, isn’t it?” He asked playfully as soon as the last maid left the scene and closed the door behind you two. “The maids’ lunch last around 30 minutes… do you know what can we do in these 30 minutes?” He asked, stepping closer to you with a smirk forming in his face. “Hint: it’s something I’ve been longing for a while now…” He said, finally pinching your chin and pulling you for a hot kiss.

Wanderer: Wanderer is actually a big hater of quickies and will only do it if you want it, there’s time for an orgasm and no possible intruders. For example, morning sex. If he’s the one that wants it, he’ll just hold it until it’s safe and nighttime. He thinks quickies ruin the entire meaning of sex. The closure, intimacy, love and lust is barely existent when the intent of it is being quick.

“Are you sure..? You have many work to do today, I don’t want you to be late.” He asked you, his mouth centimeters away from yours as he held your hips gracefully. You slowly pulled him with you to the bed behind you as you said “yes”. “Are you really, really sure..?” He asked you again, and you finally convinced him that you wanted it.

R - Risks (How far are they willing to risk?)

Scaramouche: He’ll risk whatever goes through his or your mind. Public sex? Yes. Elemental Reactions during sex? Yes. Upside down sex? Yes. Sex inside Shouki no Kami? Sounds fun. He’s going to risk everything possible aside from his single no and your no’s if you even some.

“What about… a good old missionary at night, in the Anemo Archon’s statue? In the hands more specifically.” He asked as he stared at the statue with you. You had a mission to investigate the location of the Anemo Gnosis but he insisted on going with you since he had nothing to do.

Wanderer: Barely anything. All that he’s willing to try new fetishes and positions but it has to be in a extremely private scenario. Anything that is public or dangerous to your health will be instantly denied by him.

“Are you serious?” Asked Wanderer after you suggested having sex in the snow of Snezhnaya’s high mountains. “No. Absolutely not. I don’t want you to freeze to death because of a weird fetish. Here, just put this on and let’s continue.” He denied, giving you his hat in order to try warning you up better, insecure about your state.

S - Stamina (How far can they go?)

Since they’re the same person, they both have the answer, which is: days. They’re puppets, they were made to last way longer than a normal human being. Both of them could go as far as they wished to, but they know you are a mere human that can barely last a round. So they just decide to go until your limit.

T - Toys (Do they use toys? Which ones?)

Scaramouche: Personally, Scaramouche doesn’t really like to use toys. He likes natural sex, so that he can control you the way he wants to and show you how no one is better than him. And if there was a dildo shoved inside you rather than his actual dick, it’d make you feel better, and believe it or not, that thought actually makes him feel a little insecure. He also owns a plastic dick, so why don’t you feel better with his? So he decided to throw them away. But don’t you think it’s over! He owns a Vision and Illusion and he makes sure to use them greatly against you when he feels like it. So prepare to have your pussy zapped when receiving a cunnilingus…

“Harder..? How hard do you want it, huh? Like this?” He asked you jokingly before slightly zapping your clit using his fingers. “Ha… you actually seem to like this, don’t you..?” Scaramouche asked with a curious smirk before continuing moving his hand in and out of your pussy. But now with sudden zaps with no rythym to catch up on, making you have a pretty messy, electrical orgasm.

Wanderer: Since Wanderer like to have you using handcuffs and blindfolds, he can’t really say that he doesn’t like using toys. But he doesn’t feel like using any other toys rather than these two. Even after going through a rough existential crisis, he somehow still feels insecure about vibrators…

“These look so pretty in you, my love…” Wanderer complimented, gently caressing your wrists that had just been handcuffed with your newest pair of red handcuffs.

U - Unfair (How unfair and teasing are they with you?)

Scaramouche: Just like mentioned in G section, Scaramouche will always try to make the situation unfair to you. He’ll put you in difficult positions and situations, tease you both mentally and physically in search of full control of you and go silent to make you feel dirty by yourself. Even after sex he’ll mess with you! He wants you to go home with the thoughts of him. And it works, because no matter how unfair he is with you, you still play your part in his little game.

“The more you complain and beg, the more I’ll remain here.” Scaramouche threatened as he fingered you robotically, making you go nuts with such effortless thrusts.

Wanderer: The only unfair thing Wanderer might do in sex is taking his clothes off way after he took yours off. After that he’s an absolute angel. Why? Because he just wants to live a common human life, and you letting him have the experience of a romantic relationship and sex makes it so much better and real to his eyes. He’ll spend the rest of your days cherishing you.

“Sorry… I’ll take my clothes off now…” Wanderer said embarrassed at having you asking him that. But you two were making out for some good minutes by now and only you were naked for no reason.

V - Volume (How high are they? And what sounds do they make?)

Scaramouche: A stressed guy like Scaramouche barely makes any sound during sex at all. Initially, it was just because you two weren’t intimate, but it quickly became his thing. He wanted not only to hear all of you, but wanted you to hear yourself, moaning and whining so dirtily and desperately for the amount of pleasure he gave you. He’d be extra silent if you two could be heard or seen by a possible intruder having sex in a risky area. But he can go fully silent, and he does if he was doing it not on his mood, for example, if you challenged him in a time where he wasn’t longing for you. He’d be smirking the entire time, hearing you spill it all out while he was as quiet as a rock. But when he’s feeling pleasure, he’ll hiss a lot and groan shortly with his mouth closed most of the times.

“Are you trying to get attention, huh? Making so much noise over so little… I can’t wait to hear how high you’ll be screaming when I cum inside you.” Scaramouche whispered in your ear, trying his best to not let out a single moan, even if he was feeling as much pleasure as you.

Wanderer: Wanderer is also a pretty quiet boy when having sex, but this time is because he still doesn’t know how to express his pleasure. He feels so embarrassed and dirty making that kind of noise, afraid that you’d find him perverted or anything. It’s an irrational insecurity, he knows. You would moan and scream until all the air inside your lungs was gone and he wouldn’t think you were perverted like he thought it would happen to him. But he is slowly letting himself be more and more louder with you by slightly moaning in your ears and breathing hard.

“You only keep tightening around me…” Wanderer commented between low groans and pants, trying to not make too much noise. “I want more…” He confessed, pushing you and him to the corner of the table to have a better angle to thrust you deep.

W - Wild Card (A random headcannon)

Scaramouche: He really likes kimonos. Since he’s from Inazuma, he was grown in a culture where kimonos are top fashion. That’s why his own uniform was designed with both Snezhnayan and Inazuman fashion. But during a mission assigned to you two in Inazuma of spying on the Shogun, the date coincidentally fell on a traditional Inazuman festival which you two decided to participate in search of the Shogun’s presence. But he totally forgot that during this day, the participants were supposed to wear kimonos to fit in, and oh… my… god. He couldn’t stop staring at you. He thought you looked beautiful in one but because of your relationship with him, it also made him feel turned on. He pulled to the first corner he saw and gave you a leg-shivering oral.

“You’re so lucky… that this dress is rented… or else I would be fucking you to oblivion in it right now… and ripping it apart after cumming all around it…” He teased between licks and breathes on your warm pussy he was eating.

Wanderer: Wanderer has a weird curiosity on the female human body and always likes to stare you at you like a piece of art whenever he’s seeing you naked. He thinks it’s so smaller than a male’s… but the curves and shape are so much prettier… he can’t describe it at all. But he really likes to stare at your anatomy while doing it with him or sleeping with him after it. And oh if you dare to try putting your clothes on after it.

“No, no. Stay right here. We have a blanket for that.” Wanderer said, pulling you through your wrist back to the bed, covering your body with your blanket afterwards. He waited until you were asleep to begin touching a piece of a hair while he looked at you up and down repeatedly.

X - X-Ray (How big are they?)

Since they’re the same person and puppet, both of them share the same answer: average sized. Even if Ei did put a dick in his body during his creation, she was no pervert and made it sized enough for an average vagina. He also cannot change its size or thickness, but he wish he could adjust to the perfect size to fill you all up with each thrust just he can adjust his neck and arms…

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Scaramouche: It is obviously pretty high, but he will never tell you that. He gets turned on with almost everything that you do. Your voice, body, manners, clothes… but he only shows his thirst for you when either you or him challenge each other in bed. The feeling of challenging or being challenged excites him a lot, and you know that he never resists when you whisper one in his ear. You’re still the one that takes most initiative in sex tho, but Scaramouche is probably going to take lead in that as well soon.

“You know just how to make me fuck you, don’t you?” Scaramouche asked, turning his face to you with a lusty smirk in his face. He was sat down at a chair in his office and you were whispering naughty thoughts right in his ear. You were asking for lose your ability to walk.

Wanderer: His sex drive is pretty average. He doesn’t get turned on with absolutely everything but still can feel amused with common daily things such as leaning your back to reach something that feel in the floor and jealously. Still, you’re definitely the one that takes most initiative in sex, to either make it or try something new.

“Can we… you know…” Wanderer whispered in your ear very lowly, completely out of nowhere and unable to finish the sentence. You two were simply about to sleep in a spooning position again. “Can we have sex..?” He finally said it, making the situation unnecessarily tense and sexual.

Z - Zzz… (How long does it take for them to sleep after it?)

Scaramouche: You two don’t usually do it in nighttime, which naturally decreases the amounts of nights you have him sleeping with you, but even when it is, he’ll most likely wait for you to sleep in his arms and leave the scene quietly after some long minutes or hours. He’s a puppet, he doesn’t need to sleep. But the more you two explore and discover more about each other, the more he feels like letting himself get a bit of a rest after it by your side, hugging you like a squid using its tentacles. Don’t blame him, nightmares torment most of the nights he decides to sleep.

Wanderer: A few minutes. Wanderer doesn’t need to sleep as well, but he usually feels so in-love and thankful for you after a hot, lusty and tiring night of sex that he allows himself to relax and enjoy the beauty of the woman in front of him until he finally decided to close his eyes. And when he does, he’ll hug you very tight just like Scaramouche would and put your head under his for the instinct of protecting you from this cruel world. Plus, when he realized that he never had a single nightmare when sleeping with you, he stopped sneaking out and leaving the scene after you fall asleep, no matter how much he needs to do something outside the bed. He’ll reciprocate the comfort you give him every day.

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My girlfriend jousts! Charles Leclerc x SouthKoreanOlympicFencing! Reader

Plot: Charles Leclerc finally dates outside of his friendship circle, nobody in the paddock has met you yet. He invites you to your first race and tries to explain your job to everyone...

You walked next to your boyfriend F1 driver Charles Leclerc. It was your first time in the paddock with him and you were very nervous. You'd never met his team-mate Carlos Sainz, or any of the drivers for the matter.

You reached out to take his hand which he took happily, pulling it up and kissing the top of your hand.

"There's no need to worry! Everyone's going to love you!" he smiles down at you, you rub your thumb over his knuckles as a comforting gesture for yourself.

You both swiped in and he didn't leave your side, no matter how many people came up to talk to him. Weather it was the likes of Will Buxton, wanting to talk to him about the car, or a fan asking for a signature on a Ferrari cap or one of his fellow drivers offering him quick good lucks for the weekend as they rush off to whatever media duties they have.

"Come on, lets go find Carlos! I'll introduce you to Rebecca" he smiles as you both head over to the Ferrari motorhome. You can tell everyone really is like family there, Charles walks you round introducing you to all the mechanics and the social media staff. Literally anyone he can find he goes up to, and he knows their names and is asking them about their families.

"Oh! Yes this is my girlfriend Y/N. She's much cooler than me... she jousts for her job!" he exclaims using the worst way possible to describe what you do.

"Excuse me?" the man laughs, not really understanding what Charles was trying to explain your job as.

"I'm a South Korean Olympic Fencer. I competed in the 2021 Olympics in Tokyo. Charles just finds it funny to tell people i joust like some medieval brute!" you smile at the mechanic who laughs nodding.

"I knew i recognized you from somewhere, just couldn't put my mind too it where I support Italy!" he smiles and you nod at him.

"So what's it like being a fencer?" he asks.

"I enjoy it, there's obviously a certain level of talent too it and dedication but i've also found its rather artistic" you smile while explaining how you've linked your training schedule up to Charles' with Joris so you can get fitter before the next games.

You'd placed silver which had been incredible but like most olympians or people in sort you wanted that gold. You'd noticed major improvements in the way you'd fenced since you'd gone to training with Charles. You basically copied his everyday routine. You ate what he ate and you exercised like he did.

Next up Carlos came jogging over Rebecca as graceful as ever floating behind him greeting everyone that she passed.

"Omg hello! You must be Charles girlfriend. He and Carlos have told me all about you!" Rebecca smiles but you struggle to understand her because of the strong Scottish accent. It took you months to get around the way Charles spoke that you actually found it easier if you both spoke in French, which you'd learned at school. But you eventually both got around that curve-ball.

"Hello. It's nice to meet, both of you. Charles has also told me lots about you!" you admit smiling at her, she pulls you into a hug which you kindly accept and try to not make the first contact awkward.

You all ended up having lunch together in the Ferrari hospitality talking about everything and how you'd be flying back to Korea next week. Carlos said how he was upset that the Korean International Circuit wasn't on the roster anymore and that he'd never driven round it and might never get too.

Charles was very touchy all day, every time he left you to go do something team related he either held onto you while you walked him to wherever he needed to be. You'd wait and he'd rush straight back out pulling you into a hug kissing your neck and burying his head into the crook of it.

"What's wrong Jagiya (Baby)?" you asked looking to him and holding him.

"I just want to go home with you" he sighs, you can tell its not been a good day with the media considering they kept asking about his DNF in last weekends race.

"Mmmmm and we will. But I think you have some more friends to introduce me to" you grinned at him.

He introduced you to Lando and Oscar, who you both enjoyed their vibe. You found it easy to make conversation with Lando and his upbeat energy and Oscar had very funny and comedially timed inputs and ad libs to the conversation but also had a comforting silence you enjoyed.

He also introduced you to Pierre saying how they'd been best friends since they were very young and they'd come all the way through Karting together.

Pierre asked his girlfriend Kika to come over and introduced the two of you. Being similar ages you both got on having similar sense of humors and were into the same things.

You spent the rest of the day walking round the paddock with her, until someone caught you for an interview. It seemed to be Sky News, you'd been privy to Sky News before when they captured you in the Olympics.

"So Y/N it's your first time here! How have you found the energy of the paddock?" he asks.

"Yes, it's been very faced pace I think I've met and spoken to more people today than i have in my 23 years I've been around!" you joke laughing with the presenter.

"And how does it feel, as a Silver Olympic medalist to be around a sport like this?" he asks.

"Yeah, I mean from a very young age I was active and enjoyed different types of sport. My mum really wanted to pursue Taekwando as it's our national sport but I was never an aggressive person. I tried football and then when i was sent to a boarding school I was enlisted for fencing and I just stuck with it!" you answer politely.

"So, as i'm from the UK I would assume that your Premiere League Team is Spurs?" he asks hoping you liked football still to this day.

"Yes, I do. I try watch them at any opportunity i can! Sometimes and don't tell Charlie but I've skipped qually to watch them play" you say biting your lip a little.

The quick interview wraps up and it was safe to say that afterwards Charles Leclerc was now having to share his girlfriend with everyone online who had fallen in love with her personality.

"You look cute here!" Charles says latter that night a still from your interview on the TV where he'd paused it. You were laughing at something the interviewer had said and you hand was over your face covering it while your sharp eyes crinkled from your smile.

"Mmmm today was fun! I'd like to come to this more often!" you smile at him, flopping down onto the bed and playing with the collar of his red team shirt.

"Yeah? You would?" he asks and you nod before pulling him into a hug.

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[marlynnofmany]

I Know A Guy

The post office on this space station was close to the landing docks, nice and convenient, so several of us went to check our mail while Captain Sunlight met with the sister ship. Not all of the crew had mail drops set up, but I did; this station was a big hub that we stopped at with some regularity. Perfect for relaying the occasional news from home.

And care packages, as it turned out.

I opened the box with some curiosity, sitting on a bench while the others waited in line and the spaceport bustled around us. Inside I found multivitamins, a letter from my parents, a type of cereal that I’d loved as a kid, and a smaller box with a sun logo.

“Ooh, what’d you get?” Paint asked, trotting over with her own box clutched to her scaly orange chest.

“A lot of stuff,” I said in distraction, turning the sun box in search of words. No luck. I opened it to find a fist-sized yellow globe and a base with lots of buttons. And an instruction booklet, thankfully. “Oh, it’s a sun lamp!”

“It even looks like a little sun; how nice! Is it warm, or just bright?” Paint gave it an appreciative look while she opened her package.

“Not sure yet.” I skimmed the instructions and decided to leave that for later. “It’s thoughtful, though. I think my parents were concerned that I’m not getting enough Vitamin D up in space. And other vitamins.” I rattled the bottle.

“That’s a lot of vitamins.”

“Yup. And look, they found the discontinued cereal! I thought it was gone for good.” I carefully opened a corner and fished out a palmful of the maple syrup flavored crunchy goodness that I hadn’t had in years. It was just as tasty as I’d remembered.

Paint sniffed the air. “I don’t recognize that smell. What kind of food is it?”

“Breakfast food,” I said. “I think it’s wheat based, so it’s basically made from ground-up seeds, and flavored with sweet tree sap.”

“That’s … creative,” Paint said.

“Delicious, too. Most tree saps aren’t worth eating, but this one is.” I crunched another mouthful. “Want some?”

“No thank you,” was the prim answer that I’d fully expected. “But look what I got! Fancy heat stickers!” Paint held up a stack of vividly colored starburst shapes, fanned out like playing cards. “I’m going to see if Sunlight, Coals, and Eggskin want any.”

“Thoughtful of you,” I said, closing up the cereal. All four of the lizardy Heatseekers on our ship enjoyed warm things. The ambient temperature was always kept at a comfortable compromise for the various species onboard, but a handy little warm sticker that wouldn’t get in the way was bound to be appreciated.

“Oh, they’re even scented,” Paint said, rubbing one against her snout. “I’m going to have to order more of these.” She sorted through the stack, checking scents and color variations.

Mur and Zhee were still in line, stuck behind a Frillian who was shipping many things to many places, so I settled in to read the note from home while I waited. It was a nice update on the various goings-on of the extended family; all reasonably good news, nothing earth-shattering. Somebody got a scholarship, somebody had twins, somebody was doing well in a competitive bumper-ship derby league, and was incredibly excited about it. There was a lot of detail about that one. I got the impression that this particular second cousin had given everybody a rundown at a family gathering, so now they all knew more about the best types of shrapnel shielding than they probably wanted to. Sounded like the favorite was a human-made version, combining tech that other species had already come up with. The force field worked with the ship’s scanner to predict which parts of the shield would need the most power for a given impact. My cousin was a big fan.

The quiet slap of tentacles on the ground accompanied Mur. “Well that was a long wait,” he said. “But now I’m all set for media for the foreseeable future.” He held a data chip in one tentacle.

Zhee was right behind him, hissing in what sounded like joy instead of irritation for once. He set a box down between his bug feet, not waiting for a bench, and tore it open with his pincher arms. Inside was something that looked like another kind of data chip, and something with straps that I couldn’t begin to figure out.

“Excellent,” Zhee said. “The correct version, the highest quality, and Trrili does not get to listen to it, heathen that she is.”

It took me a second. “Oh, that’s music?” I thought back to the impassioned rant about Trrili’s incorrect opinions on traditional Mesmer leg-singing. I hoped Zhee played it quietly. “And is that — I want to say ‘headphones,’ but—”

“Personal speakers, yes,” Zhee said as he stuffed it all back in the box. “I will be able to listen to the glorious arias in privacy.”

Paint nodded. “Great idea.” She’d heard the leg-singing when I did, and probably wasn’t eager to hear the artful screeching again.

I was trying to guess whether Zhee would be offended if I asked where his ears were, since it occurred to me that I didn’t actually know. But the others were gathering up their things to head back to the ship, and I decided to put it off until later. Maybe I’d ask Eggskin the medic instead.

Something occurred to me as I put the letter back in the box. “Hey guys, pose for a second. I want to send my family a picture with some of my cool alien coworkers.”

The three of them agreed that they were awesome and worth photographing. (Their responses ranged from excited to confident to egotistical.) A few moments later, I had a fantastic group selfie to send with my letter back. Paint’s open-mouthed lizard smile was adorable; Mur stood tall on his blue-black tentacles; Zhee loomed over all of us with the lights shining off his purple exoskeleton; then there was me grinning in the front. I’d definitely be keeping a copy of this.

We made our way back to the ship where it was parked next to a similar lemon-shaped courier ship with folded solar sails. The two captains hadn’t gone inside yet, which made me wonder what they were discussing with such intense expressions.

As we approached, Captain Sunlight was saying, “I may know someone who can help us out, but I’d hate to give him the satisfaction.”

She broke off when Paint trotted up to give her a handful of heat stickers and to show off the blue-white one she herself was wearing. Apparently it smelled like a plant I’d never heard of.

“Thank you; that’s very thoughtful,” Captain Sunlight said. “Those sound like just the thing.” She picked out a green one and pasted it to her own chest, where it contrasted nicely with her yellow scales.

Zhee and Mur tromped into the ship. I lingered, curious. “Is all the ship business going all right?” I asked.

“For the moment,” the captain said as she stowed the rest of the stickers and the backing for that one in her belt pouch. “Just considering our options with some monetary considerations.”

Captain Kamm waved a tentacle. “Both ships are on the family plan for damage insurance, and the rates have made an unpleasant jump.”

I shifted the box to my other side. “Do we need to earn more money?”

“No, it will be all right.” Captain Sunlight shook her head. “I have a lead on a better deal. I just need to make a call or two.”

Captain Kamm ushered us all into our ship, wasting no time. Paint disappeared to share her heat stickers while the two captains adjourned to the lounge. I put my things away and hurried back. No one had told me to mind my own business, so I was going to listen in before writing a letter to send back home.

I was quick, but Captain Sunlight was quicker. She was just ending the holo call when I arrived. A green-scaled Heatseeker gazed earnestly from the projection, urging her to get back to him as soon as she could.

“If you can get better shields, I can promise you a savings of at least 15% compared to your current plan!”

“Yes, thank you,” Captain Sunlight said. “I’ll see what I can do. Say hi to the elders for me.”

He said he would, and she turned off the projection with another deep sigh. Captain Kamm sat next to her, weaving tentacles together thoughtfully.

Captain Sunlight tossed the communicator onto the table and sat back with folded arms. “Of course it couldn’t be that simple. He talks a good game at every gathering, but oh no: prerequisites.”

I sat down at the end of the couch, absently petting Telly who was curled up in the center. In proper cat fashion, she responded by stretching to take up even more space. I was thinking about what the captain had just said about shields.

I asked, “Does he need a certain kind in order to get us the better deal?”

Captain Sunlight waved a hand. “Just a higher degree of resistance to micrometeorites. The shielding we have is perfectly serviceable, but it’s apparently not enough for the good rates.”

“Would we need to overhaul everything, or would it be enough to layer another kind over what we have? Like, say, a kind that connects to the ship’s scanners?”

The captain gave me a look. “Do you have a specific type in mind?”

“Possibly,” I said. “Are you familiar with bumper-ship derbies?”

Captain Kamm twirled a tentacle. “That’s some of the human ‘adrenaline junkie’ nonsense, yes?”

“I think there are some Smashers and other races that really get into it as well, but yes,” I said. “The letter from home I just got mentioned the shielding they use.”

I explained what I knew while they listened intently. Paint came in to join us and sat on the other side of Telly, who took the extra attention as her due. By the time I was done talking, everyone in the room was looking optimistic.

“Go ahead and reach out,” Captain Sunlight said. “We don’t have to rush off anytime soon. With any luck, we can get all this settled at once.”

“Here’s hoping!” Captain Kamm said, touching four tentacle-tips together over her head in what looked like the Strongarm version of crossed fingers.

“I’ll see if I can route a call through to home now,” I said, getting up.

Telly meowed in protest at the movement, then crawled onto Paint’s lap and rubbed her head against the heat sticker, purring audibly. Paint looked delighted.

I left with a wave, hurrying off to my quarters with plans to make a phone call, potentially save the day, then set up the sun lamp for the benefit of a certain fuzzy little heat-lover as well as for my own sake.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[pucksandpower]

Can I request an Insta au where Charles fans ship him with an upcoming model without knowing that they're actually dating privately...but paparazzi reveals it and everybody is shocked

Charles Leclerc x model!Reader - Social Media AU

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yourusername no spectacle on earth like the monaco grand prix 🇲🇨

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scuderiaferrari the ferrari garage is always open to you ❤️

feralforferrari maybe that twitter thread had a point

leclercalicious she’s from monaco and has modeled for ferrari in the past. it’s really not that deep. not every woman at a grand prix has to be connected to a driver

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leclercupdates Charles Leclerc posted this photo after attending a number of fashion shows in Paris over the past few days

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trulytifosi fashion icon 🤩

paddockgirlie is the fashion icon in the room with us?

littleleclerc do you know who else is in Paris for fashion week right now? 👀

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yourusername paris haute couture fashion week was an absolute dream! thank you to all of the incredible designers who gave me the honor of walking in their art

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donatella_versace no, thank you! you are a true professional with the brightest of futures, my dear. it was a pleasure working with you

eliesaabworld you were outstanding, darling! I speak for our entire team when i say that we cannot wait to work with you again

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dailymail F1 driver Charles Leclerc and model Y/N Y/L/N were spotted locking lips and looking very much enamored with each other in Saint-Tropez

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leclercmeup when the boyfriend you’ve been dating without him knowing for years is off the market 💔

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charles_leclerc the sweetest taste of victory

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charles_leclerc i have to give some of the credit to my good luck charm cheering me on all weekend

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[stellarsturniolos]

━━ ⟢‘MEANT TO BE’ ╰  MATTHEW STURNIOLO.

pairing: matt sturniolo x plus-sized!reader

content warning: mentions of insecurity & comparison, brief mention of bullying, reader struggles with body image, cursing.

A/N: reblogs and likes are appreciated! i do NOT give consent for my work to be copied or uploaded to any other platform. thank you. this is my first time posting my writing in years, so please be kind. ily.

falling in love with your childhood best friend, matthew bernard sturniolo, was not something you saw coming. although you probably should’ve seen it coming.

you grew up with matt, nick and chris and you’ve always been incredibly close with all three of them — but matt was always special. the two of you had a very unique bond from the moment you met. being around matt was an instant serotonin boost for you, every time you saw him. 

matt was always your overzealous protector — he was always around to make you feel safe, whether it be from something as small as a bumble bee or from something more severe like the assholes who bullied you in high school.

he never failed to make you feel beautiful. every time you saw him, even if it was just on facetime, he complimented you. any time you felt insecure about your body, he was there to comfort you and let you know that he thought you were perfect as you were. 

you always just assumed he did all of those things because he was a very good best friend. even when he would intertwine his fingers with your own, or hold you in his arms a little too tight when you’d hug him goodbye, and you’d feel the fluttery sensation of butterflies in your stomach, you never thought you were in love with him.

you finally came to terms with your true feelings for matt when he went on a date with a flawless instagram model who slid into his dms because she was a fan of the triplets youtube channel. 

you tried to be happy for him. you really did. but the jealousy nearly ate you alive.

for the entire duration of his date, you tried your best to distract yourself — you tried to read your favorite chapters of your favorite book, and you even turned on your most beloved episode of your favorite tv show, but nothing kept your attention. 

you found yourself looking at every photo the model he was on a date with had ever posted on instagram. and comparing yourself to her. she’s tiny, you’re heavy. she has clear skin, you don’t. she’s beautiful, you’re not. 

the insecurity was tearing you apart, slowly but surely. 

you felt sad because you wanted matt to want you. but he was on a date with a hot model who had millions of followers and a perfect body.

and you?

you didn’t look nearly as pretty as she did. not to mention you were just an average college student. you weren’t famous, you didn’t have an abundance of cash lying around, you didn’t understand what it was like to be an influencer. not the way she did. 

what did you have to offer matt? absolutely nothing. but that didn’t stop you from wanting him. 

you felt tears blur your vision and you quickly blinked them away. you didn’t want to cry. 

when you heard a knock on your apartment door, you were pulled out of the hateful thoughts you were thinking about yourself. it was nearly dark outside and you weren’t expecting company, but as they say, curiosity killed the cat. so you opened the door.

you were both surprised and pleased to see matt on the other side of the door.

“oh. hi, matty.” your smile was faint. “not that i’m unhappy to see you, but.. aren’t you supposed to be on a date right now?” 

“i was on a date. but i left.” he said, pushing past you and walking into your apartment. he started pacing and let out a deep sigh. “i left because i don’t want to date her. i.. i wanna date someone else.” 

you felt your heart fall into your ass and you almost forget to respond. of course he’s in love with someone. that’s just your luck. “oh, um.. okay. am i allowed to ask who the lucky girl is?” 

he just stared at you for a long moment — his big, wide, beautiful blue eyes almost stared a hole through your soul.

he moved closer to you and laced his fingers with yours, which wasn’t unusual. you two held hands all the time. but your heart still skipped a beat. 

“i need to tell you something,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “but i need to make something clear first. if you don’t feel the way i feel, i’ll understand, okay? you’re always gonna be my best friend. if friendship is all you wanna give me — that’s enough. you’re always enough. but, um.. i just need you to know that i, uh..” he laughed softly, a nervous chuckle, but continued to hold eye contact with you. almost like he was afraid you’d disappear if he looked away. “this is harder than i thought. holy shit. i just.. want you to know that.. i’m really fucking in love with you. and that’s why i left my date tonight.” 

your mind shut off. your brain felt fucking paralyzed. your entire body was frozen. your mouth moved, but no words would come out.

you felt his hand shaking as he held onto you for dear life. “can you, um, say something? please?” 

the vulnerability in his tone made your brain flip a switch and fucking start working again. “matty.” you breathed out his name, then in a soft voice, you asked. “do you really mean it?” 

instead of responding, he pulled you even closer and then suddenly his lips were touching yours. matthew sturniolo’s lips were touching yours. it was soft, almost hesitant, but it was the most perfect kiss you’d ever experienced. 

he pulled back, but he stayed close. so, so close. too close but not close enough at the same time. “i’ve never said anything more fucking true in my life. i love you.” 

with teary eyes and a bright smile, you said. “fuck. i love you so goddamn much, matt sturniolo.” 

the way he smiled at you in that moment lit up his entire face. and your heart. 

he reached up with both hands, grabbed your face and pulled you in for another kiss. this one more heated than the last. 

[jobesbabe]

Matchday feels / Pablo Gavi

warnings- none, just fluff!

summary- after losing a game, pablo is thankful he still has you to hold the whole time.

a/n- hi im lina! this is my first time writing a one shot so please be kind and repost/ give me some feedback if you’ve enjoyed

ps- match spoken about is really made up, some parts true but mostly my creation so dont be like, “thats not how it happened!”

You had met Pablo when you were early on in uni. As uni student scrambling around place to place with messy hair and loungewear on, you had never expected to meet the Pablo Gavi. But you had, and he was smitten. He was grabbing the team’s coffee orders from a local café (as commanded to by pedri) when he accidentally picked up the lid of Fermin’s iced caramel macchiato haphazardly sloshing the contents of it onto a girl studying on her computer. That girl was you. You had been soaked, he instantly pulled off his hoodie, offering it to you, his undershirt coming up a bit in the process causing your eyes to linger. You took it and explained to him it wasn’t a problem and just an honest mistake. The rest was history.

Today, you were going to another one of his matches, and you knew it would be hard. It was El Clásico, and you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but Real Madrid had been shaping themselves up to quite a team. You wished Pablo good luck by shooting him a quick text with a few hearts. You had told him you wouldn’t be able to make it to this game because of some exams for your major. You hadn’t told him when the exam got cancelled due to your professor landing tickets to El Clásico himself . You wanted to support him and surprise him and thought of no better way than putting on his jersey and tying your hair back in the loose braid he loved so much. You knew just him seeing you would motivate him for the game more. after Finishing up your hair, you laced up your nike blazers and tucked in his too big jersey a bit. You were ready for the game.

You arrived at Camp Nou a half hour before kick off. It was chilly, but nothing a barcelona scarf couldn’t fix. As you made your way up to your seat, you saw the other wags mingling among each other. As soon as Mikky saw you, she stopped her conversation and squealed. You two had been instant best friends, just those people you know click. She wrapped you in a tight hug before talking.

“you told me you couldn’t come today!” she exclaimed.

“Professors a fan, He got tickets, class was cancelled!” you explained

she smiled with a knowing look, and wrapped her arm around you.

Soon enough, the match started, excitement erupting from all over the stands. You were holding your breath, hoping, praying Barcelona would take home the win.

After taking an early lead, Real Madrid looked comfortable. Jude Bellingham had managed to get a goal in through the incredible wall that was ter Stegen. Mikky and you sighed deeply and yelled for your boys. After a missed shot by Vini Jr, ter Stegen made an incredible pass to Frenkie, who bolted up the field like a gazelle. He looked quick, saw Gavi open and passed him the ball in a brilliant cross. Gavi saw his opportunity and shot in the left corner of the goal, all the way in the back of the net. You and Mikky gripped each other and cheered as Frenkie and Gavi celebrated. Frenkie pointed up to you and Mikky while talking to Pablo and you saw his face light up. You were his cheerleader, always cheering for your darling boy. He made a heart and pointed up at you, his smile huge now. You were sure that tonight Gavi would be eager to tell you and everyone else all about that goal and how he saw you up there.

as the first half rushed by, nobody else scored. The referee blew the whistle for halftime and the whole team was ecstatic. They were tied, but Gavi’s goal had given them hope.

As the boys poured out of the tunnel ready for kickoff of the second half, you noticed gavi take a seat on the bench. ‘nooo!’ you wanted to scream, but you knew Xavi knew better and had a bigger plan.

But no, as the minutes ticked by, no plan came. Defense was getting tired and offense was lacking opportunities. Real madrid was definitely taking advantage of this rushing not one, not two, but three goals into the back of the net. You sighed. Watching Gavi fidget on the bench didnt help you, and you doubted Mikky felt any ounce better with Frenkie being benched a few minutes ago either.

As the referee blew his final whistle, you sighed. A 4-1 loss was heavy. Especially for Barcelona. Mikky and you waited patiently for your respective boyfriends before saying goodbye. The ride home with Pablo wasn’t unpleasant. He held your hand and you two often felt comfort in the silence. You wanted to offer comfort and tell him he played amazing. You knew that would only make him feel worse. You opened the door to his apartment and he stepped inside with you.

“Pablito,” you start, and are engulfed by a quietly breathing Pablo who rocks back and forth like that with you for a few minutes.

You nod, understanding the need for silence and comfort and continue the long tight hug. You tilt your head up to leave a few kisses on his neck and jawline. He meets your lips in a long passionate one. Once you pull away, he wraps you up in his arms again.

“Thank You,” He mumbles against your forehead before kissing it briefly. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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ahh thats it! i hope you like it! comment, repost like, follow, etc! idk but love you all!

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Good Luck, Mickey!

wc: 1k warnings: a pretty flirtatious little joke made by ricky... do you need to be warned of that? maybe if you have a weak heart. otherwise very very light angst and fluff. pronouns: none used; n/a summary: planetmaster/idol!reader and their boyfriend ricky have to pretend they don't know each other while the cameras are on ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ this was a request! it's short and sweet but fun. i might want to expand more on this one eventually. spending tonight rewatching bp after work :,)

Positioning yourself in the wing of the stage strategically, you lean forward just a bit so you can take a look from behind the curtain at the crowd of unsuspecting trainees lined up after completing their second mission.

You spot a head of perfectly styled blonde hair sticking out from the group almost immediately due to the height of its owner. Smiling to yourself, you hop up and down a bit to pump yourself up. You can't wait to see the look on your boyfriend's face when you step out onto the stage.

The lights dim quickly, then flash dramatically back on as a producer gives you the go ahead. You nod respectfully and steady yourself as you begin to make your way out from behind the curtain and to the center of the stage. The boys gathered in front of you in neat formations begin to scramble excitedly; shouting and jumping with enthusiasm as you step towards the front of the stage.

Your eyes find Ricky, who is standing completely still as he stares up at you in shock-- not knowing how to react properly to your presence. Some of his teammates are poking him and laughing, teasing him about your unexpected appearance as a Planet Master.

You had met Ricky a while ago when he joined your company as a trainee. You would run into each other in the hallways at night, as you were always in a practice room trying to improve even after your debut. He could be uncharacteristically shy around you, since you were his senior (and he was secretly such a big fan). Needless to say, Ricky was incredibly surprised when you were the one who eventually asked him out.

"Hello Boys Planet trainees! I'm leader and main vocalist (Y/N) from Virtual Reality," you announce confidently. "I know you've only just finished your Second Mission, but time is limited when you're forming the next big K-Pop boy group!"

Most of the trainees begin another uproar, some complaining that they're exhausted and some shouting for you to hurry up and announce the next mission already. You sympathize with both sets of emotions.

You glance at Ricky, who is now smirking at you from the crowd-- eyebrows raised as he chews his cheek. Fighting the urge to grin back at him winningly, your eyes return to your script card in your hand.

"The Third Mission is..." You look back at the screen behind you and gesture towards it as a new pair of words appear. “Artist Battle!"

Yet another commotion ensues and you suddenly understand why the boys kept losing their voices in the first two missions. As you finish your script, announcing that teams will be formed and then re-formed after eliminations, you're instructed to meet and greet the trainees and give them your well wishes.

After a half hour of greeting all of the contestants and having to pretend like you'd never met any of them before in your life, an especially familiar contestant strolls up to you.

"Hello, how are you?" Ricky greets formally as a few of the trainees he is closest with giggle behind him. "It's so nice to finally meet you."

"Hi, how are you?" You return, extending your hand for him to shake as you bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing in front of the staff. "What did you say your name was?"

"Ricky," he replies, taking your hand in his and shaking it firmly. "And your name is?"

You squeeze his hand hard, raising your eyebrows in a stern warning. Too far, you mouth.

"Ow!" He whines before looking around to smile nervously at the closely observing staff. "I mean, WOW that joke did not land! Of course I know who you are. I love you."

You pinch his hand harder.

"--R WORK! I love your work," Ricky corrects after your warning, but the mischievous glint is still in his eyes. "I'm a big fan of your entire body of work."

Zhang Hao and Kuan Jui have to excuse themselves as they burst into laughter, running out into the hall to (most likely) tell everyone what Ricky just said with cameras rolling.

Ricky smiles at you smugly and you finally drop his hand. A producer frowns at you both confusedly. "Do you two... know each other or something?"

Ricky shakes his head. "Where would I have met the leader and main vocalist of Virtual Reality before?"

The producer nods, shrugging in agreement. "Huh. You just have good chemistry is all."

"He's not my type," you reply coolly, eyes narrowing as you glare at your boyfriend.

"Hey," Ricky pouts softly; a little frown forming on his lips.

You fight the urge to lift up on your toes and give your tall, handsome boyfriend a peck, opting instead to pat him on the shoulder and give him a boastful grin. "It was nice to meet you, Nicky!"

His eyebrows furrow now, the adorable pout growing deeper (and more powerful). "It's Ricky."

"Good luck, Mickey!" You call over your shoulder with a wave, following two staff members out the door.

~

Walking through the empty hall to the back parking lot after you've finished removing your wardrobe and makeup in your dressing room, you see your favorite trainee (okay-- your second favorite trainee. Red House Mingyu is actually your favorite but you can NOT tell Ricky that) waiting for you in the doorway.

"Hey Nicky," you greet with a laugh as Ricky looks up from his phone.

"Stoooooop," he whines, basically collapsing in your arms as you hug him. Into your shoulder, he mumbles, "I am your type."

You kiss his cheek, rubbing his back comfortingly. "You totally are my type.”

"I can't believe you're hosting the show I'm on," he says, pulling back from the hug to look at you. "You told me you were getting the cats bathed today."

You throw your head back in a laugh. "Cats don't get bathed, lovey."

He laughs awkwardly. “Oh."

"I thought that was such an obvious lie that you'd catch on!" You exclaim, grabbing his hand in yours and swinging them back and forth playfully.

Ricky looks around, checking if any staff are lingering in the hallway before swinging open the door and pulling you through.

"Where do you think you're going?" You ask with a giggle as Ricky pulls you towards your car.

"To get ramen with you," he replies with a smile, raising your hand in his above your head so he can twirl you around.

You spin around with a grin, bowing after the impromptu dance move before he continues to pull you along. You watch as his pretty, dangly earring jingles while he runs.

"Fine," you relent with a grin. "But you're gonna have to buy me a lot of ramen to make up for that body joke."

[julianalvarez9]

firsts / christian pulisic

face claim: hailee stenfield

request: Hi, first off i wanna say i love your blog! If you’re still taking requests, could you do one with y/n and christian being a private but not secret couple? (y/n is a famous actress) they get super shy when asked about each other in interviews and dodge the questions but social media gets to see a sneak peek of their relationship because they are always supportive of each other

author's note: tysm for your ask!! <33 sorry that it took me this long but i didn't know how to portray this in a way that i liked but i think this is it 🤍 hope you like it!!

| FIRST TIME YOU TWO MEET

christian was never one to attend parties without his friends, and every time they decided that they'll go out, it took a large amount of convincing for him to go with him. but today, luck seemed to be on their side and christian accepted the invitation rather quickly. on the other hand, you were at every party. being a rising actress, you knew how beneficial it was for your career to mingle with new people, not that you had to force it, it came naturally to you.

your friends had insisted you go to this particular party because they wanted you to meet someone. you weren't looking for a relationship at the moment given how busy your schedule already was, but you were surprised when you met christian, and you two hit it off from the start. never an awkward silence between you two, not just because you were joined with your group of friends, but also because even when it was just you two speaking, everything just felt good.

at the end of the night, you two had exchanged numbers promising to meet again, and both your friends couldn't be happier to see their matchmaking skills becoming a reality.

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| FIRST TIME INTERACTING ONLINE

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| FIRST TIME YOU MENTIONED HIM

"so, who are you supporting for the superbowl this year?" simon, the interviewer, questioned, after extensively talking about the role you were playing in your next movie. "well, the rams are my favorite team but they're obviously out, so i'd say the eagles" you joked, knowing that they were one of christian's teams apart from the jets, who hadn't reached the conference finals either. "caught me by surprise there!" the man who was in charge of your interview said, giggling a bit while the public cheered. "yeah, i caught my boyfriend watching a game recently so i guess that's who we're cheering for" you smiled, instantly going red at the mention of your partner. your manager had listed the topic of relationships off of every interview you had given in the past month, and you knew that by bringing it up yourself you were giving the green light to receive questions about it.

"that's new, y/n! do we know this lucky boy?" simon asked, clearly interested in getting the headline that would be all over the news tomorrow morning. "he's certainly not joe burrow!" you said, laughing about the bengals' quarterback who you found incredibly pretty, but who wasn't your boyfriend. the public laughed at your joke and thankfully, you got out of the topic without having to reveal the secret identity of your partner.

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| FIRST TIME THE FANS SUSPECTED ABOUT YOU TWO

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| FIRST TIME SOMEONE ASKED HIM ABOUT YOU

christian was busy shooting a video for a random magazine. it was one of those where he read questions asked to him through social media, and he got to answer on camera. it made him a bit uncomfortable, seeing as there wasn't a real person asking the questions in front of the camera, it was just him before the lens. he started to read one of the last envelopes he still had left, that said, "we know you're a very private person and we respect that. in the past few months, we saw how close y/n and you are. what do you think about her?"

"well" he laughed, clearly uncomfortable about the topic, seeing as his cheeks reddened just by hearing your name. "she's incredibly nice. i think she's the nicest person to be around, honestly" he gushed, still trying to calm his thoughts so he could answer correctly, without giving too much away. though it would be hard, considering how many great things he had to say about you, his girlfriend.

"we're pretty similar actually. she might be a little more extroverted than me and i might be better at playing soccer" christian laughed, remembering how angry you got while playing football -as you liked to call it to annoy him, even though you were american too- with him. "i think we work well together, we're a great team".

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| FIRST TIME YOU POSTED EACHOTHER

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Guardian of My Heart [ Karina X Reader ]

In the glamorous world of K-pop, Karina, the leader of the famous girl group AESPA, reflects on her extraordinary luck in having Y/N in her life.

GENRE : Fluff

TYPE : One Shot

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KARINA POV

In the dazzling world of K-pop, where fame and glamour go hand in hand, I found the most unexpected love story of my life. My name is Karina, or Yu Ji-Min, as I'm known to the world as the leader of the renowned girl group, AESPA, under the umbrella of SM Entertainment. Behind the blinding lights and adoring fans, there was a secret that only the members of AESPA and the management knew – the love between Y/N and me, a love that was nothing short of a fairytale.

Y/N was not part of the idol world, Y/N was a non-celebrity, a police officer with a high rank, whose path had crossed mine in the most extraordinary way. Our love story began on a night that felt ripped from the pages of a romance novel. Y/N, my knight in shining armor, had saved me from the clutches of a relentless stalker.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself whenever I thought about it. For me, Y/N was indeed the knight in shining armor who had rescued me from danger and brought light into my life. But for those relentless stalkers, Y/N was like the angel of death, a menacing force ready to swoop down and snatch their very souls.

As I lay in the shadows, trembling from the encounter, I saw Y/N standing there, tall and unwavering, his eyes never leaving mine. In that moment, I knew that my life had taken an unexpected turn. He had saved me, and as our eyes met, I felt an inexplicable connection.

The Story

Our love story blossomed from there, as we got to know each other beyond the headlines and stage performances. Y/N was a stoic figure to the world, but when he was with me, he was gentle, tender, and treated me like royalty. Y/N was my protector, my anchor, and the love of my life.

One thing about Y/N that stood out was his insistence on paying for everything when we went out together. It was a gesture I appreciated but often resisted. As a successful idol, I had my own wealth, and I knew I probably had more money than Y/N did. However, Y/N had his reasons – reasons that tugged at my heartstrings.

Y/N was an orphan, a lone soul in the world with no family to call his own. Y/N cherished me, the one person he had in his life, and Y/N found happiness in spending his hard-earned money on me. When Y/N explained this to me, tears welled up in my eyes, and I kissed him passionately, grateful for the love that overflowed in his heart.

Another aspect of Y/N that I cherished was his culinary prowess. Living on his own, he had mastered various cuisines, from Korean to Italian and dishes from across Asia. On our rare days off, Y/N would come to our dorm and whip up our favorite dishes, treating us like queens.

The Story

But what endeared Y/N to me the most was his unwavering romance. Y/N always had a way of making me feel like the most beautiful person in the world, even on days when I felt anything but. His words were soft and reassuring, Y/N hands would caress my face gently, and Y/N would remind me that I was his one and only.

Whenever there were critical articles or negative comments about me, Y/N was there to lift me up. Y/N was a constant source of encouragement, reminding me that I was strong, talented, and deserving of all the love in the world.

No matter how busy Y/N was with his police duties, Y/N made sure to attend every Our concert, cheering for me and the members like the proudest fan. And when we won awards on music shows, he showered us with flowers, chocolates, and gifts, making us feel like true winners in every sense.

Another reason why Y/N was the perfect life partner was...... EHM, Y/N was incredibly skilled in bed.

Yeah..

My face always flushed when I recalled each intimate moment we shared.

Y/N, possess an incredible stamina that leaves me breathless and yearning for more. Y/N passionate gaze makes me feel wanted, desired, and cherished. I could never have imagined that someone could make me feel as cherished and desirable as Y/N did. In those private moments.

And let's not forget about the main event, shall we? Y/N... generous 'Thing' leaves me overwhelmed and utterly satisfied. It's a perfect fit, like a missing piece completing the puzzle of our desires. Every encounter with Y/N leaves me weak at the knees, and I'm certain that I always end up fainting from sheer pleasure once we're done.

The way Y/N hold me after our passionate encounters, the way Y/N caress my face and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. It's the way Y/N make me feel like the most cherished person in the world.

I must admit that I can't bear to be apart from Y/N. There was one particular day when his work called him away for a week, leaving me in tears. The members did their best to comfort me, but it was clear that Y/N's absence had a profound impact on me. I never expected that someone's presence could mean so much to me.

The Story

So, yes. Our sexual chemistry is undeniably incredible, but it's just one facet of the love I have for Y/N.

But, like any person, Y/N had his flaws, and one of them was his uncontrollable temper when someone threatened those Y/N loved. Remember the first time we met when Y/N ruthlessly handled those stalkers? It was a testament to his protective instincts. There were times when Y/N admitted to getting into trouble at the police department due to his past actions.

I couldn't help but tease him, suggesting that if Y/N hadn't become a police officer, Y/N might have been a gangster or even a mafia boss.

The same protective instinct resurfaced during one of our dates. I was left alone for a brief moment, and a stalker tried to harass me. Y/N, sensing danger, came to my rescue and dealt with the stalker in a brutal manner. It was only my embrace that brought him back to his senses, calming the storm within him.

Despite his imperfections, my love for Y/N remained unwavering. I knew that he cared deeply for me, and I was confident that we could work through any challenges that came our way.

I couldn't imagine my life without Y/N. Y/N brought meaning to my days and filled my heart with a love so pure and genuine that it felt like a dream. Y/N was my knight, my source of inspiration, and my one and only love.

As I sit here, reflecting on our love story, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the extraordinary person who entered my life unexpectedly. Y/N, the police officer who saved me from danger and showed me a love that transcended the glitz and glamour of the idol world, will forever be the hero of my heart. Our love story may not be conventional, but it is filled with passion, devotion, and a love that will stand the test of time.

END

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[metalomagnetic]

your view on riddledore, especially when compared to grindledore and Tom/Grindelwald?

also what would be your thoughts on harrydore (provided it is a same age au or there is time travel involved)?

I like all three of them, in whatever combination!

Riddledore has been so, so much fun to explore lately. For me, Voldemort and Dumbledore are the only 'equals' in the HP books. I see the entire war as being between them, while the Order, Death Eaters, Ministry etc serving as foot soldiers. Without Voldemort or Dumbledore, we wouldn't have canon events. They are the catalysts of the entire thing. I am also of the opinion that Dumbledore won the war, because he was the one to have plotted the entire Deathly Hallows going to Harry thing. Of course, there was some typical Harry luck sprinkled in there, but yes, I credit Dumbledore with that victory. I remember the duel between these two titans, and it was one of the greatest scene in the books (even in the movies, especially compared to the lame Battle of Hogwarts duels). There's not a single duel in all seven books to come even close to what these two did in the Ministry. I am also of the belief that Voldemort could have been the only one to defeat Dumbledore in a duel. They are equal in magical skill and in intellect, two geniuses, removed from those surrounding them, albeit in different ways. Dumbledore is benevolent, while Voldemort is not. Dumbledore is logical and a bit cold, while Voldemort is impulsive, with a quick temper, at least in the second war. I also think Dumbledore is the only person Voldemort ever respected and thought of as an actual threat, hence 'the only one he ever feared'. So having these two in a pair is delightful, especially if we play with the timeline a bit.

Grindeldore can be so sweet, mostly because of their age when they met. It's also incredibly tragic. I imagine it is extremely hard, if not impossible, for Dumbledore to find someone as a partner, seeing who he is. So he found this man, against all odds, and they had this whirlwind romance that ended horrifically. I don't think Grindelwald is his equal in the way Voldemort is; I think Grindelwald comes very close, but, in the end, Dumbledore proves much more skilled. I love them as lovers, I love them pining over the other, separated by a war, and eventually being forced to meet in combat. Devastating. I think Grindelwald, while also incredibly powerful and more intelligent than most people, is more 'human' than Dumbledore and Voldemort, if that makes sense. I think he's better with expressing feelings, experiencing them as a normal man, unlike emotionally constipated Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Which brings us to Voldemort/Grindelwald! SO much fun. I think it depends on the age we force them to meet. If Tom is significantly younger, then the power dynamic shifts firmly to Grindelwald's side. If, like in one of my fics, we play with circumstance and have them meet as their canon ages, than I think Voldemort gains the upper hand in that relationship, mostly because Grindelwald has the emotional intelligence and capability to compromise and sort of let some things slide, navigating Voldemort's pride and hubris. I love them! I think Grindelwald is the only one to be a lover to either Dumbledore or Voldemort without getting completely mowed over by these two.

I am fascinated that, while modifying canon a bit but without taking away from their canon personalities, all three possibilities of relationships between them can actually end up as close to healthy as it is possible. They all have the means to temper the other, to put their foot down, hold their ground.

So yes, I am a very big fan of extremely powerful, cunning and intelligent men getting together. As everyone knows, I love Voldemort, but I always wish to see him paired with someone that can hold their own against him, in a believable way.