-It starts with Blithe looking at you like you hung the damm moon. Quiet, shy, a little startled you check on him, but he never pulls away.
-Speirs notices. Of course he does. Itās Speirs after all.
-You think Speirs hates you at first. Spoiler :he does not. Heās just trying not to scare you off.
-Youāre the balance between them.
Blithe needs reassurance; Speirs needs somewhere to lay his guard down.
You end up giving both without even meaning to.
-Speirs treats you like youāre already his.
Hand on the small of your back.
Standing between you and danger.
That quiet, unreadable stare that feels like heās peeling back your soul.
-Blithe is all soft touches, pinky brushes, lingering glances, shy smiles he immediately hides.
-Blithe gets jealous first.
He doesnāt mean to.
But the way Speirs stares at you like youāre something sacred?
It makes Blitheās stomach twist.
-Speirs never shows jealousy, but god help the man who flirts with you in front of him.
He doesnāt say anything.
He just stands there, arms crossed, watching the poor soul with dead-serious eyes until they evaporate.
-It happens when you get hurt.
Not seriously ā just a graze.
Blithe breaks, voice shaking when he grabs your face.
Speirs snaps, ordering you to sit down while he checks the wound himself.
You laugh, tell them youāre fine.
Both of them look at you like you just confessed a war crime.
That night?
Speirs says it plainly:
āWeāre not losing you. Either of us.ā
Blithe adds in a trembling voice:
āWe donāt have to chooseā¦ right?ā
And hell, your heart never stood a chance.
-Blithe loves when you hold his hand ā that soft, intimate kind of touch that makes him breathe easier.
-Speirs prefers a hand on the back of his neck or gripping his shoulder.
He melts for it. (Not that heāll admit that.)
-Sleeping arrangement? Most of the time just you and Blithe together in a foxhole or barn. Speirs is still an officer.
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-Speirs is dominant by default, but not in a loud or theatrical way,itās the quiet, controlled kind of dominance that makes your knees weak.
-Blithe is submissive, but he surprises you with flashes of boldness when he gets overwhelmed.
-You? Youāre a switch for both their pleasures.
-Speirs:
Speirs doesnāt rush. Ever.
He takes his time, watching you fall apart like itās a mission he intends to complete with precision.
He loves positioning you exactly where he wants you ā knees apart, back arched, chin lifted.
His voice drops several octaves when heās turned on.
Low. Commanding. Unbelievably calm.
The filthiest things come out of his mouth in that same even tone:
āLook at me when he touches you.ā
āGood. Just like that.ā
āYouāre going to take both of us.ā
Eye contact with Speirs during sex will end you.
Itās possessive, primal, and utterly focused.
-Blithe:
Blithe is desperate.
The moment your mouth or hands are on him, he starts trembling.
He makes the prettiest noises ā soft whimpers, breathy little gasps, choked-off moans he tries (and fails) to hide.
He blushes everywhere.
Everywhere.
He clutches at you, fingers digging into your back, like he canāt believe either of you want him this much.
He loves when you tell him heās doing well:
āYouāre perfect like this.ā
āLet us take care of you.ā
āYouāre safe.ā
Praise makes him fall apart instantly.
-When youāre in the middle, the two of them touch you like theyāre worshipping entirely different gods.
-Speirs grips your hips, your jaw, the back of your neck.
Blithe kisses every inch of skin he can reach.
-Speirs talks you through everything heās doing to you.
Blithe moans into your shoulder because he canāt keep quiet.
-They love making you choose who to kiss first ā
and then they take the one you donāt kiss and make him moan loud enough for you to regret it.
-Speirs loves watching Blithe fall apart on you.
Heāll sit behind him, whispering filth in Blitheās ear as you push into him inch by inch.
-Blithe gets so overwhelmed that he physically shakes ā
and Speirs holds him still, murmuring:
āRelax. Heās not done with you yet.ā
-Sometimes Speirs pulls you back against his chest while Blithe lies beneath you, the three of you moving in sync until youāre all breathless, sweaty, clinging to each other.
-Speirs kinks: control, spanking, dirty talk, d/s
-Blithe kinks: praise, overstimulation (is that a kink?), crying, puppy play
-Aftercare:
Because even the darkest lovers take care of whatās theirs.
Speirs cleans you with slow, methodical hands.
Blithe curls against your chest, fingers tracing your ribs.
They hold you between them until you fall asleep, warm and safe.
imagine max verstappen x oscar piastri but nothing about it looks like a relationship.
no obvious flirting. no lingering in the paddock. no stupidly obvious tension like people expect.
itās the kind of thing that only shows up in really small ways.
like max noticing when oscar changes something about his driving before anyone else does. a slightly later braking point. a different line through a corner. and he doesnāt say anything about it publicly, but a week later heās trying the same thing.
or oscar somehow always ending up near max in the driversā room after a race. not sitting together. not talking much. justā¦ existing in the same quiet space.
imagine max being one of the only drivers who doesnāt treat oscar like the āyoung polite rookie.ā he races him properly. hard. no hesitation.
and oscar never backs out of a move on him.
imagine the rest of the grid thinking they barely interact.
but every now and then someone catches something small:
max leaning slightly closer when oscar says something under his breath.
oscar already knowing exactly why max is annoyed after a race before max even says anything.
little things that look completely normal unless youāre paying attention.
and if anyone ever asked either of them about it, theyād both just shrug.
āThe interrogation wasnāt a usual one. They took us into a room. Sat us each into a chair. They asked questions. Then they pulled out the knife.ā
Yeaaa we all have fun with our hot steamy headcanons but what about afterwards. The dessert is just as important as the main course.
If you were the one doing the most work? He would probably say something awkward like āthank youā, but hold onto you as if heād let go, youād disappear. Only if you had to use the bathroom. when he gets tired, he has a nasty habit of making accidentally lewd noisesā¦ canāt tell if that really bothers you or amuses you. He swears he doesnāt mean it, but when he rolls around and moans into the side of your neck, you tell him heād better stop unless if heās willing to do it 100 times again. He finds himself extremely comfortable pressed as closely to you as possible. maybe burying his face in your chest, or in your neck, or on your shoulder, wherever he can fit.
If he did most of the work, heād still say something awkward like thank you, but would also tell you how happy you made him feel, and how good you are, and how excited he is to do it again. Same cuddling technique this time as well, but with more kisses, squeezes and maybe a nibble or a bite on your shoulder or somethingā¦ very grabby. Possessive but doesnāt want to admit it.
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