MICK SCHUMACHER in the Haas F1 Team Mystery Drivers Challenge (x)
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MICK SCHUMACHER in the Haas F1 Team Mystery Drivers Challenge (x)
a rough height estimation just so y’all can understand how little you would look next to me
2 YEARS
heyo fie do you have any good poly Ateez fic recs? Smut or not I don’t mind 😊😊 thank youu
Unfortunately, i dont right now other than the works in here
Maybe its my dash but i dont encounter too many polyteez fics yet, even more hard pressed for poly ot8 so unfortunately thats all i have for you, anontiny 👉🏽👈🏽
writing for a character I've never written for before EEE the nerves
she sleep | @macrocosmic-star
how silly she was to randomly fall asleep in odd places, especially in the midst of her readings. a book laid in the comforts of her lap, though, within reading the first few pages, a heaviness tugged her eyelids, && almost immediately, she succumbed to slumber. ‘twas unknown of how long she was asleep for, mayhap for a few moments, but long enough for her to be glued to Meteor’s shoulder. there was immediate comfort by simply laying her head upon him, a moment’s respite, perhaps that was why she’s sleeping as long as she is.
the gentle ministration of fingers raking through auburn locks lightly sends a jolt through her, albeit it relaxes her, tempting to lull her further into slumber, abruptly, realization had struck. she emits a small noise, eyes fluttering open && she hastily sits up, blinking past the haze to gaze upon her pedestal she’d so happen to slumber on. nearly overwhelmed with embarrassment, delicate hands cup over her mouth, cheeks growing warm, && changing to a rather red color, recoiling back, not taking heed of his own hand fondling with her hair straight away.
“ oh dear.. “ anxiousness wells up. “ I’m sorry..! I did not mean to fall asleep on you like that.. “ she scratches her cheek. “ was I asleep for long? “