#(&&Milo's mirror)

[goldenroseeon]

I started watching MML

I like it!

[kaleidowl]

feels ridiculous making their ccw versions smile

[doop-and-daap]

[her-kngt]

meaty butch hhips

[r0d30-brqt]

twst ocs

[catrinita-jadez]

Eve got another redesign, a little similar to Matthew's but I gotta make it biblically accurate

Idk if this is suggestive or not but it's a warning

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[vicolashurts]

Es una probada no una goloseada

[literallyimthenerdemoji]

hate mirrors bc why were the sculpting hands of the womb kind to everyone but me

[whattraintracks]

Hmmm. "Seventeen" by Alessia Cara is about Venus.

[soilology]

has anyone realized how FUCKED it is that caine made zooble's room have 3 mirrors in it? when they literally have body dysmorphia? which means zooble is forced to look at themself

also a literal human mannequin like ohhh i bet thats GREAT to look at every day (edit ive been informed that this is the venus de milo. which represents beauty. wow what the hell thats even worse)

[cashandandrogyny]

my neck hurts so badly but ive only got 4 cardsto go

[no-144444]

mistake- l.hamilton

summary: lewis fucks up

pairing: dad! lewis hamilton x fem! mom! wife! reader

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“I’m home!” Lewis called into the house as he shut the door behind him. The patter of small feet down the stairs made his heart beat a little bit faster as the smile on his face widened. It had been a pretty shitty weekend, just hoping to stay in the points wasn’t what a 7 time World Champion should’ve been doing. He should be at the front, where Charles was. So he made his decision. 

“Hey baby,” you smiled, watching as your toddlers hugged his legs, both begging for ‘uppies’ as he greeted them animatedly. Archie and Milo, your 5 year old twin boys, Anna, your 4 year old, and Harry, your 3 year old, all grabbing for him as Riley, your 2 year old, was half-asleep in your arms. 

He smiled as he saw you, and leant down to the kids, greeting all of them with a hug and a kiss, then standing up and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Hey baby.”

He pressed a soft kiss to Riley’s head, gently stirring her out of her sort-of sleep. 

The 7 of you enjoyed dinner, Lewis put the kids to bed while you showered, and met you in your bedroom after what felt like the longest day ever. 

He wrapped his arms around you from behind as you brushed your teeth in the mirror. You smiled. 

“You alright baby?” you asked, finishing up. 

He sighed. It was as good a time as ever, he guessed. “It’s been a shitty season,” he lay on the bed, holding you close to him. “I got an offer.”

You blinked. “From who?”

“RedBull,” he admitted. 

“Wow,” you nodded, clearly a little shocked. “RedBull.”

“I might take it,” he admitted. Your jaw dropped. “I want the 8th. I want it so badly Y/n-”

“What about your promise?” you questioned. “You’re nearly 42 Lewis, and you have 5 fucking children and a wife at home who wait for you every single weekend. I know you want all the glory of being the greatest of all time, but will that really be enough for you?” You were exhausted by his ambition. “You’re already the greatest of all time Lewis, one more championship isn’t going to change that.”

“I know I can do it though,” he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. 

“But can RedBull?” you scoffed. “They’ve been fucking Lawson over for a whole year now. What makes you think you’ll be any different?”

He sighed. “Baby, I can’t stay with Ferrari for 10 years when we’re not winning races.”

“They are. Charles is. You’re not,” you scoffed, knowing how mean your words were. “I can’t keep fucking doing this. I can’t just be this perfect housewife. I need more than that. I had a fucking career before this, and you promised me it wouldn’t be put in on the backburner, yet it has been since Milo and Archie were born. You swore to me that you’d be finished when you were 40. You’re almost 42. I’ll never regret having our children, I adore them, but I do regret ever believing you when you said you’d support me.”

Your words cut him like a knife. He felt like shit. He’d done it again, fucking everything up with you. 

“Baby, I’m sor-”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean Lewis,” you scoffed. He opened his mouth to say something, but as if it were planned perfectly, Riley started crying, and you got up to tend to her. He sat back against the bedframe and sighed. 

What was he going to do?

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[ariheartsmatt]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌.⠀⠀⠀⠀matt sturns

“mmph — okay, m’sorry,” matt whines, his clammy palms meeting the cool marble of the bathroom skin counter.

“aw, you’re sorry?” you pout, locking eyes with him through the mirror. one hand bunching up the fabric of his black sweater by his belly button, the other dipped behind the waistband of his jeans and boxers.

matt nods, rolling his bottom lip into his mouth, eyes glassy. “mhm — ‘lease, lemme cum, mama—”

scoffing, you give his leaking cock a sharp tug, “you don’t deserve to cum, matthew, been givin’ me attitude all day.”

“—said sorry!”

“you’re always sorry,” you say, watching his cheeks flush under the bright, fluorescent lights, a shimmery sheen of sweat gathering on his forehead, brown curls sticking to his skin.

your attention’s split though, half on matt, the other on the closed door of the men’s room. just outside is a busy restaurant, the door could swing open at any moment — the thought is pleasantly electrifying and terrifying at the same time.

matt doesn’t respond. his eyes flutter close, head dipping down when you graze the oozing head of his cock — his tip’s sensitive. he whines when you stop, desperately pushing his hips forward.

“look at me,” you order.

it takes a moment, but matt meets your eyes in the mirror. flickers away, then back. “‘s embarrassing,” he complains, squirming in his spot between you and the counter. he opens his mouth again, but you easily shut him up by resuming the pumping of his cock. “ugh — fuck.”

you don’t slow the motion of your fist for a second, and an ache settles into your working wrist. matt’s teetering on the brink of his orgasm—the way his body’s gone half limp is a telltale sign.

“mama, gonna—” he cuts himself off with a cracked moan. matt’s spilling all over your hand, the warm liquid seeping through the seams of your fingers. his knees buckle, and you push his weight to rest against the edge of the counter, keeping him upright.

slowly, you pull your hand out from his pants, a dark patch forming on the crotch of his jeans. “how are we gonna clean all this up, baby?”

tags. @bluestriips @joanakaulitz @theyluvivi @mattsstarlet @bells-sturn @milo-the-dog @sturnssmuts @izzylovesmatt @fratbrochrisgf @eeyoresturnz @nickmillersn1gf @angelic-sturniolos111

[heartysworld]

The third wheel // LN4

Lando Norris x Female Reader

In his attempts to make you feel less lonely, Lando ends up being the one who feels neglected.

W.C: 1.5k

Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Feel free to send requests or other questions if you happen to have any! Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

You wake up to the soft sounds of Milo’s tiny yawns and the gentle rustling of the covers as you carefully slip out of bed. Blinking against the sunlight streaming through the curtains, you stretch and cradle the little furball close to you. The puppy that Lando got you for your birthday has been your constant companion, especially during those long weeks when he’s away racing and you're unable to join him.

Milo has filled a void in your life that you hadn’t fully realized was there. His playful antics and loyal presence have made Lando’s frequent absences more bearable. Today, though, Lando is finally home for the summer break, and you’re both excited to spend some quality time together.

You move around the bedroom, getting ready for the day. Milo follows you everywhere like a shadow, his tiny paws padding softly on the floor. You pick out a casual dress and head to the bathroom to freshen up. As you brush your hair, you glance at Milo in the mirror. He’s sitting obediently, watching you with his big, adoring eyes, his tail thumping against the floor.

“Are you ready for a walk, handsome?” you ask, smiling at him as you lean down to give him a loving scratch between his ears and earning a small lick of your wrist.

From the bedroom doorway, Lando’s voice chimes in. "Yeah, just about," he replies, his tone filled with warmth and excitement.

You laugh softly, realizing that Lando thinks you were talking to him. Turning around, you see him standing there, grinning at you. "I was actually talking to Milo," you say, giggling.

Lando’s smile falters slightly, but he quickly recovers and laughs along. “I see how it is.” he mutters playfully, though there's a hint of real disappointment in his eyes.

You walk over to him and give him a quick kiss. “Oh, come on, Lando. You know I love you too. Ready to go?”

The three of you step out into the sunlit streets of Monaco, Milo trotting happily between you. The morning air is fresh and crisp, and you can’t help but feel a sense of contentment. As you walk hand in hand with your boyfriend, you two chat about everything that’s happened while he was away.

“Did you see the photos I sent you from when we visited that new café?” you ask, looking up at him.

“Yeah, it looked amazing. We should go there together.” Lando replies, squeezing your hand.

You nod enthusiastically. “Definitely. They have the best pastries and even offer pup cups for pets!”

Milo tugs on his leash, eager to explore as the mention of his second favorite thing reaches his floppy ears. You laugh and let him lead the way for a bit. Every so often, he stops to sniff at something or chase a fluttering leaf, and you can’t resist bending down to pet him and tell him how cute he is.

Lando watches, a soft smile on his face, but you notice a hint of something else in his eyes. Is it jealousy? You brush the thought aside, focusing on enjoying the walk.

Later, you stop by a little café for a quick breakfast. You find a table outside, and while you and Lando sip your coffee and nibble on croissants, Milo sits at your feet, looking up at you expectantly.

“Do you think he wants some?” Lando asks, pointing to Milo.

You chuckle. “Probably. He’s always hungry.”

Lando tears off a small piece of his croissant and hands it to Milo, who gobbles it up with a wagging tail. “Good boy, Milo." Lando says, ruffling his fur.

As the day goes on, you visit a few shops, picking up some treats for Milo and a couple of things for the house. Everywhere you go, people stop to admire Milo and comment on how adorable he is while your worldwide famius boyfriend is waiting on the side. You beam with pride, feeling like a proud parent.

Back at home, you and Lando prepare dinner together. As you chop vegetables and he stirs the sauce, you talk about your plans for the rest of the summer break.

“I was thinking we could take a trip somewhere,” Lando suggests. “Maybe a weekend getaway?”

“That sounds perfect,” you agree, smiling at him. “Where do you have in mind?”

“Maybe the south of France? It’s not too far, and we could take Milo with us.”

You nod, your excitement growing. “I’d love that. Milo would too, I’m sure.”

As you finish preparing the meal, you notice Lando watching you with a thoughtful expression. “What’s on your mind, handsome?” you ask, setting the table.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “You know, sometimes I feel like Milo is the man in this relationship,” he says with a half-smile.

You pause, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, he gets all your attention. I feel like I’m the one begging for it,” he admits, trying to sound light-hearted but clearly feeling a bit left out.

You laugh softly, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist slowly making their way up to the base of his neck, something that you know makes Lando melt. “Lando, you’re always going to be my number one. Milo is just... well, he’s our little baby. It’s different.”

Lando chuckles, pulling you closer. “I guess I’ll have to get used to sharing you.”

The following race weekend, you’re at the Dutch Grand Prix accompaning Lando with Milo safely by your side. As Lando talks with some of his friends and fellow drivers, he shares his feelings about Milo taking over the house. They laugh, nodding in understanding.

“I know exactly what you mean,” says Carlos. “When we got our dog, I felt the same way. But trust me, it gets better. You just have to find a balance.”

Charles chimes in, “Yeah, and sometimes, it’s nice to have a little competition for their affection. Keeps things interesting.”

Lando grins, feeling a bit more reassured. The camaraderie with his friends helps ease his worries.

During the race, you and Milo cheer Lando on from the sidelines. Milo barks excitedly whenever Lando’s name is mentioned, and you can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm.

After the race, Lando comes over, sweaty and tired but grinning from ear to ear. He scoops Milo up into his arms and gives you a kiss. “We did it!” he exclaims, pulling your body closer to his.

“You were amazing out there,” you say, beaming at him. “We’re so proud of you.”

That evening, back at the hotel, the three of you curl up on the couch. Milo is snuggled between you, his little head resting on Lando’s lap. You lean against Lando’s shoulder, feeling content and happy.

“You know,” Lando says softly, “I think Milo might be growing on me. He’s not so bad.”

You smile, reaching over to stroke Milo's fur. “See? We’re a perfect little family.”

Lando chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Yeah, we are.”

As the night settles in, you all cuddle closer, enjoying the warmth and comfort of being together. In that moment, everything feels just right. The love and connection between you, Lando, and Milo create a perfect harmony, making every moment together special.

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[just-a-little-dragon]

Idea. Body swap au. Imagine the chaos

Sweetheart forgetting and trying to cloak while in Milo's body

Angel checking David out in the mirror while David sits and glares in his mates body

Asher and Babe calling themselves hot

Sam going outside and feeling the sun for the first time. Darlin being able to hear their own heartbeat

[luminesceintbutterfly]

David laughs more now

Sweetheart can look in the mirror and like what they see

Angel isn’t afraid to be themselves anymore

Milo is more sure of himself and his decisions

Freelancer can trust people again

Smartass sees their own potential

Gavin sees the world in a brighter way

Babe sticks up for themself more

Porter sees himself as more than a weapon

Asher is more comfortable in being vulnerable

Damian gives his mind and body more breaks

Vincent isn’t in a constant fight with himself

Lovely is proud of how far they’ve come

Sam knows his worth now

Dear isn’t as scared to admit their flaws anymore

Caleum knows he is loved not just because of his abilities

Treasure stands tall when declining someone

Darlin doesn’t run from problems anymore

Huxley is confident in the things he knows

Lasko trusts his Intuition more

Aaron is slower to anger

Because to be loved is to grow

To be loved is to be changed

Being loved

Is to see the future as a promise

For brighter days