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kodzuken @kozumekenma
till forever do us apart
[inserted is an image of the shadows of two pinkies linked together on what appears to be the concrete groud]
MEOWMEOWBITCH @suck a dick
I love men who are confident in their friendships sm ! Let’s end toxic masculinity !…
“Kenma, your fans are stupid.”
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The problem is, at its core, that Tetsurou is easy to fall in love with.
Or: the one where Kenma pines.
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Oh, Sugar Cubes! (And Other Signs That I'm Falling For You) by mrlan_oscpastry
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
20 Dec 2025
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Oscar Piastri is a soft alpha engineering major whose biggest flex is his comprehensive gummy worm tier list.
His hyperfixation? The new, god-tier scent at his fave candy shop.
His new mission? Find the candy that smells like sunshine and sophistication.
His new problem? The scent seems to be everywhere and nowhere, and his favourite candy shop's distractingly cute new employee, Lando Norris—a business major plotting world domination one sour belt at a time—is being weirdly unhelpful about the whole thing.
It’s a classic case of “he’s not a snack, he’s the whole damn meal,” but for a phantom candy, and Oscar hasn’t gotten the memo yet that it's not the candy but the other whole damn meal he is ready to sell his soul for.
Lando Norris.
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- Part 1 of landoscar bites ☆
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It was an unsuspecting Friday evening, and Lando was getting ready to leave the paddock. Slightly dazed, he squinted his eyes and checked his phone, realising the time.
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Lando's mind raced, and he suddenly pushed Oscar away, his eyes wide with realization. "You have a girlfriend!" he accused, his voice rising despite the noise.
Oscar's eyes dimmed slightly, a shadow passing over his face. "We agreed to take a break," he said, his tone dismissive.
Lando's eyes widened further, a spark of curiosity igniting within them. "Oh? Why?"
Oscar sighed, a sound of exasperation. "I don't want to talk about it," he said, his voice firm.
Without warning, Oscar grabbed Lando's hand and pulled him towards the back of the club, navigating the crowded dance floor with determined strides. They pushed through the heavy door of the bathroom, the dim light casting long shadows across the tiled floor.
Oscar's hands moved quickly, unbuttoning his pants with practiced ease. "Kneel," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.