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[old-lorarri]

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[bits-and-babs]

Hey darling! Finally sending an ask, that link list inspired me haha. Pretty please can I have Din Djarin x mirror sex but specifically the mirror being a reflection from a piece of his armour across the room👀

Thanks in advance, love you long time 💕

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐒 — 𝐃𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍

» PAIRING : The Mandalorian x f!Reader

» CONTENTS : Sexy reflections, p in v sex, cream pie (wrap it, guys, I mean it), overstimulation, filthy Mando talk, use of Mando’a. 18+, ya nasties.

» DIN MASTERLIST : here || MAIN MASTERLIST : here

You know he can see you, that he’s noticed exactly what occupies your attention. Perhaps it’s shallow of you that you continue to have such an affinity for the armour even after all this time. His smooth, reflective breastplate gleams in the twin sunlight of Tatooine like a polished jewel, your face projected back to you on the surface.

The Mandalorian is observant. You are confident he’s twigged the way you never quite look into his visor, instead occupied by your own face staring back at you in the gouged ‘cheekbones’ of his helmet. He would often clear his throat to recapture your attention when you found yourself momentarily distracted by the mirror image in his chest plate.

Yes, you were aware of how it looked. It appeared self-obsessed, narcissistic even, but you couldn’t shake the vivid daydream that occupied your mind, rattling around while Mando spoke and drowning out his soft, husky voice.

Stars, you wanted to fuck him. Every waking moment of the day, you were consumed by your own arousal for The Mandalorian, all triggered by one solitary thought a few weeks ago when you had caught your reflection in his pauldron.

‘I’d be able to watch him fuck me’.

The salacious thought, previously only an intrusive yet fleeting imaginary scenario, had grown into a devastatingly consuming addiction. You imagined it, his chest plate reflecting his thick, ruddy cock spearing into you, your thighs slick with your own cum and glistening on the surface of the armour. How you’d see your own body tremble and writhe against the hangar floor, overcome by the arousal he drew from you and arching your ba-

“Hey,” Mando’s ever so slightly frustrated tone rips you from your scandalous daydream, rocking you back into reality. Overcome with embarrassment, you feel your skin burn hot under his questioning gaze. “You’re not listening.”

“I’m so sorry,” you speak quietly, and stars you mean it. It’s mortifying, being caught out like this. It’s easy to wonder if Mando thinks you consider yourself an Alderani princess, contemplating all the ways you can style your hair to be the most eligible at the Festival of Light ball.

“Do you-… Do you want to explain what the problem is?” He dares to ask, The Mandalorian’s voice lilting with mild concern, as though he’s concerned you may request to take his armour for yourself.

If only it were that simple.

“… It’s the reflection.” Your admittance makes Mando stop, his immovable helmet expression staring blankly at you in question. It was agonising. He wants you to spell it out to him.

You sigh heavily.

“I want-“

His cock splits you open, sinking deep inside of you and forcing you open around his girth. You sob out, arousal blooming through your nervous system as you watch the tears drip down your cheeks.

Mando had heard your ridiculous admittance with an open mind, answering simply by removing his breastplate. The click of the latch unlocking made your hairs stand on end, helplessly watching as he stood the armour up at the head of the tiny cot.

“Eyes on your reflection.”

He has you on your hands and knees, his gloves nipping at the skin of your bare hips. Mando hadn’t removed any other item of clothing, pulling his cock out of his flight-suit pants and immediately pushing inside of you.

“Ohhhfuck!” You squeak, his length sinking inside of you almost too easily, considering how little prep you’d been granted. The ridges of his cock push up against the sensitive spots inside of you, and you watch as your jaw drops at the overwhelming sensation.

“So wet. Do you walk around like this for me all the time?” He speaks. The modulator does little to hide the strain in his voice when your walls clamp down on him, desperate for more. “Leaking down your thighs for me, Sarad.”

You wail softly, staring at the reflection of The Mandalorian as his hips begin to rock forward and into you. His undulating body looks long and broad in the mirror image of the beskar armour. The rippling muscles of his abdomen flex and curl underneath the thin canvas of his black flight suit.

“Stars,” you wheeze as he suddenly picks up the pace, your fingers gripping tightly onto the bed sheets on the cot. Mando’s tentative testing seems to end, his hips picking up speed and force when he finds the confidence he will not hurt you.

Arching your back, you push your hips back into his thrusts. It sets off a string of grunts and groans from The Mandalorian. “Fuck- you’re so tight around me, Sarad. So tight and f-fucking wet.”

It’s so unusual for him; words usually buried deep unless absolutely necessary. You’re unsure you’ve ever heard him talk so much, his voice growing louder with each slap of his skin against the curve of your ass.

“Fuck- I’d… I’d let you ruin my armour with this pretty pussy,” he rambles, hands squeezing at every handful of flesh he can; your hips, your ass, your waist and breasts. “You can gr-hngg grind against it, mark it up with how wet you are. Make you lick it off-“

“Mando!” You choke out, each syllable of his utterly filthy words pulsing through you and blurring your vision of the chest plate with the tears that well in your eyes.

“Stars, just- Just mark me up with that pretty cunt. Stain my tassets. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Get to watch as you drag it over my beskar-“

You’re seeing double, the vision of Mando fucking into you at a mind-numbing pace making you light-headed. You can feel it build, feel it grow and tease at the edges of your body.

“I-I’m gunna c-ughhhh!”

Mando simply reaches around you, pushing the leather-clad pad of his thumb against your clit.

The supernova that blasts through you burns your muscles as they clamp down around him, sobbing loudly and forcing your eyes open to witness your writhing body in the outline of the armour.

Mando’s hips stutter in the image projected back to you, and you both watch and feel him bury deep inside you, cumming with a trembling groan. His palm splays across your lower back, pressing your upper body down against the mattress and continuing to fuck you through the obliterating overstimulation that follows.

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[sweetlves]

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[sukiloves]

# 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙖 !

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[okwonyo]

SUPER SHY ⊹ S.JY

✸ SYNOPSIS ！ : in which there is lot of embarrassing moments in life, when you trip in front of the whole school or when your mom calls you out during a family gathering. but you know what is more embarrassing? not being able to talk to the prettiest girl on campus ─ especially when you are known for having a lot of rizz.

or in which jake has a big fat crush on you, is very pathetic and extremely delusional about it, embarrasses himself every time he tries to ask you out and his friends are no help.

PARING ⌇sim jaeyun ⨯ fem!reader

𐙚 GENRE student au, classmates to lovers, fluff, humorous, tiny bit of angst, smau + maybe some written chapters, reader is kinda oblivious at the start..

FEATURING ୭ৎ enhypen! all, lesserafim! yujin + chaewon, aespa! ningning, zerobaseone! gunwook + gyuvin

📁 riki's (un)safe space﹒ eumppappa fighting ! ﹒privs

MASTERLIST

001 i will find you (gothic font)

002 i b in situations

003 I DROVE????

004 oh okay

005 oh my ba

006 and that's when i froze

007 meanwhile

008 if you insist !

009 im trying my best

010 bald..?

...more tba

(chapters names are subjected to change)

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[slvttyplum]

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[huboi]

᭨ ⃟⃜㊙️. THE ITADORIS’ ू✙˚💬 ̳͟͞͞. 📁💢

CHAPTER 1 : EYE-TO-EYE

★ — NEXT CHAPTER

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╰┈➤ summary; one friday afternoon, you come face-to-face with a man covered in tats. when at the counter, a small voice politely asks ‘papa’ for a cookie…

╰┈➤ includes; gn! barista! reader, single dad! sukuna, child! yuji, extreme fluff, sukuna is 28 (had yuji at 18), reader is early 20s’ so somewhat of an age gap

╰┈➤ a/n; consider this mini series as a 1k follower special! I’m so stoked I made it this far, tysm for all the support throughout the years <3

╰┈➤ taglist; @alluresenses, @ryomku, @slaysksmska, @vduxx, @yanelis-world, @cloudy51, @gangeyes, @khaleesihavilliard, @valen-yamyam16, @craxy-gezel @kunasexygf, @sukunamylovexoxo, @mazzd4 (if you wanna be added just hit me an ask :3)

THE GENTLE TINKLE of the bell alerted you of a new costumer, causing you to turn around away from the coffee machine ready to greet said customer with a smile and polite welcome, only for your body to stiffen in reflex.

the man that now stood in front of the counter had an eerie aura to him. he wore a black wife beater, the tight clothing highlighting the muscles that lay beneath the clothing, his arms covered in black tats, the muscles making the tats seem extra prominent. his grey sweatpants may be baggy, but you guessed that underneath lays muscular legs and thighs that could easily crush a watermelon-

snapping out of checking out the hot, dangerous looking stranger, you gave him a strained smile at him, hoping he couldn’t sense your nervousness. a small voice saying “papa, can I please have a cookie?” startled you. two little chubby hands cling to the counter, a mop of fluffy pink hair peeking at the variety of cookies on display.

“oi you brat! you’ve already had dessert at chosos’, I don’t need you bouncing off the damn walls when we get back,” the man grunted, arms crossing against his chest, which made his man tits more profound.

“hey, how about this; you can have a hot chocolate instead of a cookie?” you suggested, smiling at the cute little boy in front of you.

facing his father, yuji proceeded to plead him with the signature puppy dog eyes whilst a continuous chorus of pleases left his mouth.

sukuna sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he mumbled out “one hot chocolate for the brat and black coffee for me,” causing yuji to throw a little celebration, squealing in delight and hugging sukunas’ slutty waist, literally jumping with joy.

the sight plastered a small, genuine smile onto your face, unbeknownst to you, causing a blush to form onto sukunas’ usually stoic face, heart pounding in his chest at this new feeling.

when they found a table to sit at, you began making their drinks. whilst brewing sukunas’ coffee you thought to yourself why only the father was out with his son, is the mother out of the picture? do they take turns with custody over the child? is he simply having some father son bonding time?

you choose not to pry over it, it’s none of your business anyways. it’s kind of comical seeing such a scary, dangerous looking guy with a cute little kid. you have to admit though, the kid’s cute, even though he’s just a carbon copy of the man, but cuter.

when finished with their drinks, you quickly carried them over to their table, noticing how yujis’ face seemed to brighten up at the sight of you carrying his sweet drink. you placed their drinks onto the table, yuji thanking you with all his might whilst sukuna mumbled a small ‘thanks’ in response.

“hiya! i’m yuji and this is my daddy sukuna!” the boy greeted before you left back to the counter. you decided to stay and talk to the kid a bit, since it was near closing time and no other customers seemed to be coming in.

“hi yuji, i’m (name), it’s nice to meet you,” you smiled, ruffling his hair, causing him to let out little giggles at the gesture. sukuna sat back idly watching you interact with his son.

‘mmm, they interact well with yuji. I haven’t had any luck with any partners, especially when they find out I’m a father. his mother was a piece of shit and didn’t even want yuji in the first place, she left me with the brat when he was born’ sukuna thought to himself, maybe he could try shooting his shot? earlier he did notice you eyeing him up and down like a piece of candy, so maybe you’re interested?

“oi brat! quit annoying them!” sukuna berated yuji, testing out the waters to check if you really did want to talk to yuji because you wanted to or if you felt obliged to.

“nonesense! he’s not annoying me, a cutie such as him could never annoy me. I love kids, they give me so much joy. your dad sure is a lucky guy to have you isn’t he?” you grinned, pinching his chubby cheeks in the process causing him to whine out in retaliation.

internally sukuna is smitten, he’s never seen anyone treat yuji with such love, other than choso. maybe you are the right one after all? the problem is, how can he ask you out without making a scene? (the scene being yuji making a huge fuss over him having a partner for the first time since his mum)

“do you have a pen by any chance?” the sudden sound of sukunas’ deep voice sent a small shiver down your spine. “yup, just give me a second sir” you curtly responded, rummaging through your breast pocket before grabbing a pen and giving it to the tatted man.

sukuna grabbed a napkin from the table and hastily scribbled down something before placing the pen back onto the table and practically chugging his coffee.

“brat you finished with your drink?” sukuna asked the little munchkin “noooo, need more time!” yuji cried out. you simply took his cup and placed the coffee into a take out coffee cup, giving it to him so he could drink it on the way back.

“thank you!” yuji bowed, before taking his dads’ way larger hand into his own tiny chubby one. you simply watched as they walked out of the shop, the gentle tinkle of the bell indicating that they’ve left.

you spotted the napkin sukuna wrote on, numbers scribbled along with a small ‘my number : if interested text me and we can go on a date’

you became flustered, feeling your heart flutter at the thought of seeing the attractive dilf once again. maybe you’d text him tomorrow, as you’re usually free on Saturdays as the shop closes earlier at 12:00.

you’re surprised that sukuna was interested, he didn’t show much interest during your interaction. he’s going to be a hard guy to read.

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[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 CAUGHT IN BETWEEN kim chaewon & huh yunjin

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🧋★ ͘ ⴰ yunyn and chaeyn being a kdrama love triangle for five minutes straight 1M views

📁clip one

yunjin sat between yn and chaewon as she started the live, waving to the camera.

“is it focused?” she asked leaning towards yn, “yes i think so.” yn responded.

chaewon furrowed her eyebrows for a second, something felt wrong, and then it hit her.

“can we switch spots ?” she asked yunjin, yn wasn’t paying any attention since she was reading the comments.

“why ?” the blonde girl asked.

“I always sit beside yn during lives.”

yunjin laughed. “come on now it doesn’t matter.”

chaewon frowned slightly. “yes it does, I’ve been sitting beside her during lives since 2018.”

“but I wanna sit beside her too.” yunjin said before letting out a deep sigh.

“yn”she called.

“hm.” yn hummed back eyes on the comments, growing confused at all the comments calling chaewon jealous.

[ youtuber caption- miss girl is so oblivious]

“can you sit in the middle.”

“um, okay.” yn responded, not thinking anything of it, still very much confused by the comments.

after she switched spots with yunjin, chaewon smiled brightly and leaned into yn’s side.

📁clip two

the camera followed yn as she walked into the living room, the group was filming a dorm life variety show.

“morning.” she yawned stretching as she comes to a stop in front of yunjin who’s sitting in front of her.

“good morning.” yunjin replied before putting her phone down and pulling yn into her lap.

the camera stayed in them for a while as yn picked up yunjin’s phone and started talking photos.

[ youtuber caption- i need those photos NOW]

“I’m hungry.” yn whined leaning more into yunjin.

“you’re hungry?” a voice came form the kitchen.

then chaewon came into the frame. “wanna split my breakfast sandwich with me ?” she asked, already pulling yn away from yunjin’s lap.

yunjin pouted as she watched chaewon drag yn away from her, “you could’ve brought the other half in here you know.” but got left with no response.

📁 clip three

the camera followed the girls as they walked through the airport.

it showed yn and yunjin walking a little bit ahead of the girls, with blankets wrapped around both of them.

the camera then panned to chaewon who sped walked towards and squeezed between yn and yunjin linking her arm with yn’s.

📁clip four

“ah, so who are you closest with yn?” the interviewer asked yn and all the members turned their heads towards her.

“um…” she laughed, “I’m close with all my members.” she smiled. “but, I’m always close with chaewon unnie.”

chaewon smiled happily and leaned into yn’s side. “but, I’ve also been very close with yunjin unnie lately, since chaewon is always so busy with leader things I’ve been hanging out with yunjin a lot more.”

yunjin squealed and switched sides with kazuha so she can stand beside yn and hug her.

chaewon narrows her eyes, “I can still make time.” she frowns.

📁 clip five

the camera stills on yn and yunjin as yn whispers in yunjin’s ear as a performance goes on.

yunjin whispers back at yn and the two girls giggle at what she said.

the camera pans to chaewon who’s sitting beside kazuha, who’s between her and yn.

the camera stays on chaewon as she stares at yn and yunjin giggling before rolling her eyes.

📁 that last one caused a big scandal if u guys want a oneshot on it let me know… 👀

[amorchai]

📁 ₊˚⊹ could i get a cute lil blurb pls bubba! how about "i couldn't stop looking at you yesterday" with draco !

draco admits his feelings for you.

pairing(s): draco malfoy x reader

words: 636

warnings/tags: draco is a sad boy [ canon ], r is not pureblood, mentions of insomnia.

a/n: i love this sad lil' guy, prompt taking from prompts via my boyfriend.

you’re relationship with draco was complicated. he was a pureblood slytherin, and you weren’t. however, behind the opposing personalities, whenever you conversed with the ashen blonde boy there was a hint of tension laying thick in the air.

while he wasn’t kind to people, he wasn’t mean to you. whenever someone spoke ill of you he would defend on your behalf, but before you could thank him he’s walking away ignoring you. it was confusing.

the annual ball took place, and you went with your friends, dancing with hermione filled with laughter and light. but the whole night you felt draco’s eyes on yours.

he was with a slytherin girl, you knew to be popular in the year. but his eyes never left your frame, even when you made eye contact, his gaze never faltered.

you laid in bed all night thinking about it, and had finally had enough. so, without any sleep, in the early hours of the morning you decided to take a walk to clear your head.

the astronomy tower was a safe haven, open air of the view of scottish highlands a classic escape from searing thoughts. however, you were unaware of the company from the person you were trying to clear your mind from.

until he spoke.

“i couldn’t stop looking at you yesterday.”

you sigh, looking down to your hands holding the metal gate, “draco…” you trail off. you couldn’t see him, but could feel him moving closer behind you, his footsteps heavy but slow.

“it’s true. it was impossible to turn away, i watched you all night.”

you finally turn, looking at his demeanour from in front of you cautiously. simple black trousers and top like he hasn’t been in bed himself and he sends a small, daring smile your way.

“i can’t do this anymore,” you say in contrast. the constant tension when you didn’t believe anything would come of it in the end. he was closer, standing right in front of you, tall frame forcing you to look up at his soft features.

“do what?” draco dares you to answer, he was quiet and to the point, scanning over every inch of your features delicately that you felt so seen. “whatever this is, draco.”

you sigh again, looking down, “you were with daphne greengrass, you shouldn’t now be here saying you were looking at me instead.”

draco looks confused, as if it was so simple, “but i was.” his finger touches your chin, cold touch forcing your eyes to look back up at his own before he continues, “in fact, i was looking at you so much she ended up spending the ball with cassius. i don’t blame her, my whole night was focused upon you.”

“draco, if you’re here to do this and then walk away as if you don’t even like me then i’m not going to entertain it.” you watch as draco smiles, enjoying your company in a way he’s never been so close to you, finally under his touch as he leans in closer to your face.

he chuckles lowly, highly entertained by how bothered you were, wanting a clear and concise answer from the boy who always showed he cared in the most draco malfoy way.  

and he was willing to give you that answer, “trust me, i don’t plan on walking away anymore.” with that your lips finally meet, soft yet firm as draco displays his affection, finally.

the corners of his lips tug slightly when he feels you kiss back, fingers tracing your jaw before he holds your face, not wanting to pull away from your warm face.

draco wasn’t one for words, and reveled in the fact that now you seemed to accept that, tense body relaxing while you push closer to him, lips moving as if made to be together.

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[disneyprincemuke]

glorious happenings * milo+rocky vault

notes: haha this isn't canon in the current timeline btw i just miss mocky and if you come to my inbox again, just know that i will ignore you so leave me alone before i seriously consider unhinged my jaws to be extra deranged

also, this was supposed to have their first kiss, first date and first fight but well... i got lazy so pls just take what u can get ty

(series masterlist) | (📁 the milo + rocky vault)

the first airport pickup

she chews on the inside of her cheeks, tapping her phone against her palm as she cranes her neck, trying to look past the sea of people significantly taller than her. for a person she barely knows.

a person she’s only spoken with over the internet.

how absurd that a man would fly from the us just to be able to take her out on a date. and how absurd that she didn’t even think twice about offering her apartment up for him instead of making him pay for a hotel.

he’s only in london for her, after all. at the time, it seemed fair — looking back, she’s actually asking to get murdered.

“you know, you’re a lot harder to find in a crowd than i’d expected,” a disembodied voice speaks into her left ear, a looming presence making her jump up and away from this said person. “and you’d think that it wouldn’t be this hard to find one of the cutest girls in an airport in london.”

a laugh fills their bubble as she looks up at him distraught and a hand on her chest. “normal people start with hello to the other person’s face, by the way.”

milo hums, scrunching his nose. “i’ve already flown to london with 2-day’s notice; it felt like we were past acting within the norm.”

“well, a warning would have been nice.” she clenches her jaw, a soft sigh passing her lips as she closes her eyes momentarily. she takes in another deep breath to open her eyes, meeting a wide grin. “how was the flight? are you hungry? i know this really good diner right by my apartment — i reckon you might like it.”

he coos, a pout carving his lips with a hand on his chest. “you’re getting soft, rocks.”

“don’t call me that,” she rolls her eyes, though there’s still a small grin playing on her lips. she grabs the handle of milo’s luggage and starts pushing it. “you’re not at that level of personalised nicknames yet. rocky or my name.”

he gapes at her with a small grin before he picks up his feet to walk with her. “anyway, it’s pretty early. i can drive if you want.”

“no can do,” she whispers, shaking her head, “i’m using my roommate’s car.” she lifts her head to look at him. “i don’t have a car. yet.”

“yet?”

“yeah, i’m actually supposed to pick it up tomorrow afternoon. so i’m going to have to leave you in the apartment with my kids for a little while.” she presses her lips together, suddenly realising that she’d sprung this on him. “if that’s okay, of course. i shouldn’t take more than an hour and–”

milo’s laughs cuts her off. “it’s okay. i’ll make you breakfast.” he snatches his luggage back from her. “thanks for picking me up. i thought of where we could go on a date tonight, actually.”

the first crash

“i told you,” she sighs, holding the phone up to her face, “there wasn’t a need to send me flowers. it wasn’t a serious crash.”

“well, you disappeared on my for 2 days, so i’m guessing it’s serious by some degree,” milo mutters, disappearing from her screen. “how come you’re in oxford and not london? did something happen?”

she gapes wordlessly at the camera, tilting her head. she hasn’t really spoken about the crash to anyone but blythe. “right… you know i live in london.”

“i do. i’ve been there before.” milo’s laugh fills her room as he comes back to the camera. his eyebrows furrow at her frown and slightly teary eyes. “is everything okay, rocks? did something happen?”

she sighs. “yeah. i crashed out during the race and retired — hospital and everything.” milo hums with a nod. “logan and i crashed out during the race.”

“oh.” he wasn’t expecting that. well, he did, but not that she’d crashed out with someone she’s spoken very highly of in the past couple of months they’d known one another. “are you okay? how do you feel?”

“i’m not on painkillers anymore and i finally got the energy to go downstairs by myself,” she rambles, resting her head back on her pillow, “blythe made me breakfast.”

milo blinks. “i mean about your crash with logan. are you guys okay?”

“i guess,” she squeaks, quickly avoiding his stare through the screen.

“so why aren’t you staying in your apartment with logan right now?” she blinks right back at him. the explanation is simple, really, but she doesn’t want to talk about it. “you don’t have to go into detail, but at least don’t say it’s okay when it’s not.”

she nods and clenches her jaw. “we fought, and haven’t spoken since we crashed.”

“ah, alright.” a moment passes. “well, do you wanna watch a movie together if you’re feeling better?”

“that sounds fun. do we get to watch one of your movies?”

“please don’t make me do that.”

“fair.”

the first ‘i love you’

“that was an amazing race, rocks.”

“i can’t believe you made it.” her squeak is high-pitched as she glances over her shoulder, sneaking out from the paddock gates. she wraps her arms around milo’s torso and squeezes him before pulling away. “sorry i didn’t give you my passes. you know, i can’t possibly say ‘no’ to my dad when he wants to watch my race.”

“it was genius asking me to come and watch you — what do you mean? i don’t need the passes,” he grins, swaying in the hug and nuzzling his face into her neck. “my friends and i had fun even if we weren’t in the paddocks.”

she sighs. when she’d put out the idea of him coming in and watching her home race (because she grew up here), she hadn’t actually thought that milo meant it when he said he’ll convince his friends to come along with him.

perhaps she should have expected it from someone who flew to london just to take her out on a date.

“i’ll tell my friends soon, i promise. it’s just–”

“rocks,” milo laughs, shaking his head, “it’s okay. you can tell your friends that whenever.”

she grins, pulling away slightly to look up at him. “so you’re coming to oxford with me tomorrow, right? to meet my parents?”

he grins, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “of course. i’m so excited — came bearing gifts for everyone and everything.”

“that’s so adorable!” she coos, pulling away with a hand on her chest. “i love you, miles, but you really didn’t have to do that.”

a deep chuckle freezes her where she stands, eyes widening as the weight of her words gets to her head. she looks up at milo and shakes her head. “i mean–”

“i love you too, rocks. i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t.” he cups her cheeks, giving her a tender kiss on her lips. “i’ll pick you up tomorrow from your apartment, alright? i’ll drive us to your parents’.”

the first gossip

“rocks, you’re never going to believe what i just heard.” the door creaks open and the young man steps back at the unexpected pairs of eyes he meets. he grins sheepishly. “sorry. should have knocked.”

logan shrugs, shaking his head. “i was just about to head out.”

milo shakes his head, arms spread to block the door. “you’re gonna wanna stay for this, dude. it’s hot, juicy gossip that was relayed to me.”

the girl sits in her beanbag and tilts her head. “who in the right mind would give you gossip willingly? you’re such a blabber mouth.”

“doesn’t that remind you of someone, rocky?” logan turns around sharply to look at her.

she points a finger at logan. “i’m a changed woman. i don’t do that anymore.”

“okay, good for you,” milo scowls. “do you want to hear the gossip or not? it’s pretty interesting.”

“sure?”

“mick’s seeing someone.”

she drops her phone on the carpeted ground of her driver’s room, lips parting in shock. “mick’s what? he told you that?”

“i’ll give it to you this one time, manheim. you were actually right about it being hot and juicy,” logan grins, leaning on the wall behind him with an impressed smile. “did mick tell you anything else?”

“okay, okay,” milo giggles, walking deeper into the room. he drops himself in front of the beanbag that she sits on and places his hands on his knees. “so it’s crazy–” he twists to look at logan. “what are you doing standing there? get in here so i can tell you all that he told me.”

logan lifts his eyebrows and pushes himself off the wall. “oh, i’m included. alright.”

the first night over (at his)

“rocks?”

milo walks out of his bathroom, ruffling his hair with a towel to dry it off. the girl lies comfortably in his bed and a mean glare is thrown his way. “don’t make me get out of bed.”

he points at the bathroom behind him. “i thought you said you wanted to brush your teeth before bed and put on your retainers.”

“i don’t know if you actually need glasses,” she glances at the dog sleeping on her stomach, “but i have a dog sleeping on my stomach.”

he points at her, “i see that. but what about your retainers?”

she sighs. “could you just help me grab them? they’re in the front pockets of my backpack — little pink container with a mclaren and williams’ sticker on it.”

his laugh fills the room as he makes a sharp turn to where her backpack rests in the corner of his bedroom.

“don’t ask about the stickers. i woke up hungover one morning with it on there,” she rolls her eyes. “if you turn it over, there’s a mercedes and a red bull one on the other side. courtesy of mick and liam.”

“do any of them get an andretti sticker to rep you?” milo teases, shaking the retainer’s casing in his hands to show it to her. “and may i get one so everyone knows that my girlfriend is that super cool, super sexy and super beautiful driver?”

she hums, pressing her lips into a thin line. “if you play your cards right, you might even get a special edition rocky hoodie from her merch line.”

“how generous, rocks.”

he hands her the pink casing and she smiles. “still like me even with the retainers on?”

milo kneels on the bed with a smile, pressing a kiss on her cheek. “like?” he snorts. “love you even if you didn’t have teeth.”

“oh, don’t put that image in my head.”

“you’d still look very cute.”

“how would you know that?”

“just imagined it in my head.”

“just shut up, milo.”

the first dnf

the safety car comes to a stop right by the paddocks. the girl mutters a soft ‘thank you’ before immediately pushing the door open to leave.

she has her helmet in her hands as she walks with her head low, jaw clenched as she tries her hardest to contain the sob she feels threatening to come out of her.

if she could, she’d tear down all of the walls around her and scream. but she can’t. because around her are cameras pointed at her with fans gawking as she passes them. it’s not their fault her car couldn’t handle the heat.

she makes a sharp turn for the andretti racing home, head hung low until she opens the glass doors.

“aw, rocks.”

she lifts her head from the ground and sighs heavily, shoulders slumping at the sight of the familiar green eyes she’s been hoping to see when she got into the safety car. she lets the door close behind her, throwing her head back as she closes her eyes. “miles.”

“come here, rocks. i got you.”

she lets out a soft whine as she finally lets out the sob she’s been holding in for the past 10 minutes, running over to where her boyfriend stands by the bottom of the stairs, expecting her.

she sighs exasperatedly as she takes large steps towards him, tears starting to fall out of her eyes. she chokes on her sob as she stumbles into him.

milo wraps his arms protectively around her smaller frame. “it’s okay, rocks. i’m here.”

“it’s so unfair,” she cries into his chest, the material of his shirt bunched up in her hand. “the weekend was doing so well, my. why is it always me?”

“i know, love,” milo hums, resting his cheek on the top of her head. he sways slightly, looking around the room with a mean stare. “it’s not your fault, okay? you have to remember that.”

immediately, all whispers halt and prying eyes are torn away from them. he lifts his arms to shield her face away from the cameras — ones that are very clearly pointed at them through the windows — and huffs.

“that’s the second retirement in a row.” she leans into his body and wraps an arm around milo’s torso. “that’s so fucked up. you should have seen what they were saying about it last week.”

“i know,” he hums softly. “come on, let’s freshen up in your room and i’ll get you some ice-cold pepsi, okay?”

she shakes her head, wiping her nose. “i think i need to be back at the garage to watch the race.”

“let’s get you freshened up first, okay?”

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[f4nrir]

MASTERLIST .. 📁

✦﹔ fics !

miguel o’hara : desperation, desperation II

✦﹔ one - shots !

miguel o’hara : a lovers quarrel, on my tongue, control, fulfilled fantasies, i love you so, caught in the act, delicate, relieve me, hot or cold

wade wilson : office hours

könig : mein könig

✦﹔ headcanons !

jason todd : nsfw alphabet

eddie brock & venom : nsfw alphabet

captain price : nsfw alphabet

miguel o'hara : domestic headcanons, alternate universe

hobie brown: tattoo headcanons

✦﹔ thirsts & drabbles !

miguel o'hara : overstim. til he's dry, in heat

dick grayson : late nights

[old-lorarri]

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𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈

𝟕 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 → oscar piastri x fem! mexican! model! reader

everyone knows you are dating a driver - they just don't know who and with that the witch hunt leads them the most unlikely candidate

𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 → oscar piastri x fem! american! gf! reader x logan sargent

oscar has a case of mistaken idenity or a double life either way the headline makes for some funny posts from his two partners

𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃 → oscar piastri x fem! lando's ex fwb! reader

bestfriends break up but where they really bestfriends to being with? or something more gues we will never know since she moved on to someone who gave her everything he couldn't

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐅𝐅 → oscar piastri x fem! ferrari! f1 driver! reader

extremely awkward or extreme chemistry no one really knows at this point but don't worry it will all become clear soon

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 → oscar piastri x fem! redbull! f1 driver! reader

a twitter thread of some of are fav f1 aussie couples best moments and mark webbers never ending suffering

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 → oscar piastri x fem! motogp driver! reader

a story that wasn't meant to be posted puclibcly and everyone is scrutinising but they don't have there facts staight

𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 → oscar piastri x fem! gf! reader

everyone’s favourite opposites attract couple celebrate their four year anniversary and everyone is so happy for them

[bits-and-babs]

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; here you will find all of my works – please turn off community labels to access all of my writing. remember, all my work is 18+, mdni.

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[sweetlves]

—— a collection of my works for jujutsu kaisen ᓚᘏᗢ

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gojo satoru

two of hearts ; highschool!gojo satoru begs you to stay after sugurus rampage

my kind of woman ; highschool! gojo satoru has a side to himself no one else has noticed expect you

pov: daddy issues ; gojo satoru triggers strange feelings inside of yourself you can’t seem to understand

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an ethereal touch ; itadori yuuji and you share moments with intense romantic tension

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[tokkiwrites]

   ˖ Ꮺ  Masterlist 🏹

ㅡ Pedro Pascal characters

HARVEY WALLBANGER

WAYS TO EASE THE STRESS

TU SONRISA

PIGGYBACK

DIRTY DIANA

FU, DONT LEAVE ME HERE.

fIRE NECTAR

ㅡ Aaron Taylor Johnson characters

CARE FOR SOME COOKIES?

YOU MAY NOW FUXK THE BRIDE.

RUN, RABBIT, RUN.

RUN, RABBIT, RUN PT.II

YOU RED MY MIND

99 PROBLEMS, WHATS ONE MORE?

ㅡ Matthew Gray Gubler characters

ETCHED INTO HIS PSYCHE

𝇄 𝇃⠀𝗢THER i NFO 🎀☀️

ㅡ usually write fem!reader/afab, reader with she/her pronouns

ㅡ mostly smut, can't really write fluff/angst ( but i will try to !! )

ㅡ will write short fics, maybe drabbles, "what would [] say/do/like", stuff like that if requested

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she/her/hers ; 21 years old ; in uni!! ; i write poetry sometimes ; poliglot ( english, french, spanish, german, romanian & italian) ; pink is the best color, dont fight me on that, aries baby :)

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[cyberfreaky]

꒰ 📁 ꒱ I’M SEL ! twenty one. she/her. woc. unlabelled. nsfw blog. 18+ content mdni.

˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 ˎˊ˗

⭒ “DADS BSF!GHOST.” NSFW!

⭒ “PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY.” NSFW!

⭒ “THAT’S IT, DARLIN’.” NSFW!

⭒ “CHIEF’S DAUGHTER.” NSFW!

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