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fantasydaydreamers · 9 months

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Bakugou x You x Kirishima

Summary: Bakugou shows his friend just how perfect you are and just how lucky he is.

Warnings: LEMON // fem!reader, cuck kink, breeding kink, squirting

Author's Note: No comment... (actually yes comment, I'm writing something kinda sorta similar to this. it will be posted on Ao3 tho but ofc I'll post the link here to let ya'll know when. also today is my birthdayyyy!!!🎉)

You were in a mating press position. Kirishima had one hand on the back of your knee, pushing your leg up further to your chest as the other thumbed your clit in teasing circles. His hips kept a steady rhythm, his cock driving deep into you, causing the wet slapping noises to echo loud in the room.

"F-fuck~" Kirishima was almost whining, his head aimed down to watch your wet puffy folds hug his cock with every thrust. Whines left your mouth, delirious with pleasure, the embarrassment of the situation long gone.

You've been here for a while now, and at first it was only you and your boyfriend, until Kirishima had called and interrupted. You and Bakugou had talked before about adding another person in the bedroom, but you had no idea it would be your closest friend!

Well...it made sense since it wasn't as awkward as you imagined and you trusted Kirishima. But this...it seems like they teamed up halfway through to make you lose your mind.

Your other knee was held back by Bakugou, as he sat next to you, stroking his own cock leisurely as he watched, pupils blown wide with pleasure.

"Good fucking girl, (Y/n)," Bakugou murmured, thumbing his red angry tip. You tried to blink away your blurry vision to see his face but all you saw was his eyes trained on his best friend's cock being coated in your juices every time he pulled out. "Feels good, doesn't it, (Y/n)?" Bakugou smirked slightly, panting. "Look at you making a mess..."

"Bakugou- fuck!" Kirishima stilled his hips as he presses tightly against you to grind up into your g-spot, causing you to squeal, trying to squirm away. Bakugou tightened his grip on your knee, groaning.

"She's gonna cum...Bakugou she's so fucking close- twitching like crazy..." Kirishima grits his teeth, finally looking up from your swollen pussy to catch your gaze, mouth dropping open as he watches your breath hitch with every roll of his hips.

"Y-yeah? Here?" Kirishima smirks slightly as your hand slams down on the bed in frustration, before gripping the sheets again, feeling everything so intensely. It was too much and not enough at the same time. You wanted to cum so fucking bad and you couldn't do much with your boyfriend and his best friend pinning your legs back except to take it.

Bakugou groaned lowly, gripping the base of his cock feeling it throb with the threat of release. "Heh...never heard you curse this much, Kiri. What? All it took for you was to experience what good pussy feels like?"

Kirishima drops his head with a whimper, hips jerking slightly before starting to thrust again. Starting slow and torturous, making your eyes roll back. "So fucking wet and tight...shit- you're so lucky." He grunted out, his thrusts picking up speed again, ignoring Bakugou's comment.

"Damn right. She's all mine, aren't you, baby?" Bakugou let go of his cock, not before swiping some of his precum, and brought his finger to your mouth. Your mouth was already open, drool coming out of the side as he stuck his finger in, stroking your tongue, urging you to suck.

Your whimpers and cries become muffled, eyes locked on Kirishima's as you suck your boyfriend's fingers. The thumb on your clit starts making tighter circles, biting his lip as he watches you, entranced.

"Oh fuck- she's cumming...I feel it-" Kirishima's gasps out feeling you clamp down on his cock in a vice grip, your back arching as much as it could in your position as your vision whited out. Bakugou pulls his fingers out roughly, gripping his cock tightly.

"Fuck!"

Kirishima pulls out in the middle of your orgasm, grabbing his cock to rub it fast over your sloppy pussy, the sensation against your clit prolonging your orgasm. Kirishima growls, seeing you squirt, his cock spreading the sticky wet mess, before easing his cock back in to feel your walls pulse violently around him.

Tears fall from your eyes, overstimulated and sensitive but too drunk on the pleasure to make it stop.

"Mhm~ good girl," Bakugou groaned, fisting his cock again as his eyes drank in the sight of you cumming. "That's right...Kiri made you cum nice and hard huh? Tell him how it feels."

Kirishima laughs breathlessly, his lips red and puffy from biting them, before letting out a strained groan. "She's squeezing me still...trying to milk my cock..."

"Kiri- oh, fuck~" You try to talk but your broken voice trailed off in pathetic whimpers and cries. As if the sounds in the room couldn't get any louder, the squelching only amplified after your orgasm. A shudder wracked your body and you felt a second orgasm quickly approaching.

"Again, baby?" Kirishima cooed, his own eyes were hazy and lidded with pleasure. "I feel you tightening again...can you wait for me?"

Bakugou moans softly, fisting his cock again slowly. "Inside, Kiri. Cum inside and fill her up."

This time, a loud whine left Kirishima as he locked gazes with Bakugou, some clarity coming back to his eyes. "Y-yeah? You s-sure, man?"

"Please, Kiri," you chime in, reaching for his hand that was still behind your knee.

"Mhm...you like to be bred, don't you, baby?" His tone tried to sound mocking, but you heard how wrecked he sounded. All you did was nod, staring up at Kirishima as you tried to hold back your second orgasm.

"Fuckfuckfuck~" A mantra of curses fell from his mouth as he rocked his hips faster, quick deep thrusts that made you feel it in your stomach. You couldn't hold it much longer, locking gazes with your boyfriend was all it took for your second orgasm to crash over you. More tears fell from your eyes as you barely felt Kirishima's hips stutter as he came inside of you, his drawn out groan echoing Bakugou's as he came in his hand.

You don't remember closing your eyes, but the feeling of gentle hands easing your legs back down, massaging the crease where your legs connect to your pelvic bone had you groaning from the ache.

"Shhh...good girl, (Y/n). So good for us, so perfect." Bakugou murmurs in your hair, kissing your forehead. "Let me go get a warm wash cloth. I'll be back."

The bed shifted and the massage on your thighs continued, and you faintly realize Kirishima was still buried inside of you. Your eyes flutter open and see how softly he was watching you.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, face flushed. Weakly you smile back, nodding. You felt wonderful. Blissed out and full, your eyes close again basking in the massage on your aching body.

Almost dozing off, the press of a warm wash cloth against your sensitive skin had you jerking.

"Shh...it's okay. He's gonna keep it in baby," Bakugou's husky voice had you shivering again. "We got you."

"Bakugou-" Kirishima starts, sounding somewhat panicked, which made you open your eyes in time to see Bakugou smirking down at you, the feeling of a finger tracing over your pussy lips, stretched around Kirishima's cock.

Kirishima twitches inside of you and you gulp, knowing this night was far from over.

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werewolfetone · 2 years

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Us in from this small town (gothic lit fandom) have been very excited to see our little Johnny (Jonathan Harker) getting so far in the big city (tumblr at large)

#don't ask what prompted this #dracula #dracula daily #jonathan harker #gothic fiction

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ecoamerica · 21 days

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strawberryamanita · 2 years

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Markiplier AU where Mark grew up super influenced by "Johnny Test" and so all his videos have a bunch of whipcrack sound effects in them

#markiplier #don't ask what prompted this #idk either

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cistematicchaos · 1 year

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Maybe it’s ‘cause I don’t fuck with Christmas(I literally have the tag blocked) but I was thinking this morning how easy it would be to kill Santa Claus...

Like, the fucker is drinking milk and eating cookies from all sorts of houses all around the world. No one would ever trace it back to you if you just poisoned him. And there can’t be that many doctors deep in the North Pole, like...I could just add electrical fence to my chimney and no one could blame me for that either!

We could call it Operation Slay Santa Claus, ‘cause we’re gay.

#Santa claus #christmas #holiday #tw christmas #tw violence #murder #chaos is speaking #don't ask what prompted this #i'm not even entirely sure #i am not well #and i hate christmas so like #that's probably what caused it #but whatever #if any website is the website to post #Operation Slay Santa Claus #it's gotta be tumblr #lgbt

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junii-moony · 8 months

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fuck all of you it's pronounced hydro-city, not hydrocity

#don't ask what prompted this

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threvlin · 1 year

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Uh oh girlies, looks like we accidentally made Hays Code 2: Electric Boobaloo!

[Incredibly loud 'failure' buzzer sound]

#Don't ask what prompted this #uh oh girlies #'purity' culture is going to cause so many problems

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strhwaberries · 1 year

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i know i'm utterly unloveable but does that stop me from wishing i was loved? not at all

#don't ask what prompted this #lu.txt

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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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Prompt 131

Okay, so first of all Dan would like to say it’s not his fault. Ellie was the one to bring some unknown object into the speeder and Jazz was the one driving. Or had Sam been driving- didn’t matter! It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t the one shooting at them, he wasn’t the one to break whatever, he was not the one to open a stupid portal, and so it wasn’t his fault!

So why is he now like, five years old, and why is the speeder crashed in some sort of corn field. Why is everyone- except for Jazz whose now like six- also like three at most?! And- oh fuck the door just opened and… okay that’s a kid. Like, nine at most.

A kid and an adult, who he hadn’t noticed at first so again, it’s not his fault if he hissed at them and tried to hide his not-siblings behind him. It’s also not fair they’re apparently stuck to ghost speak for who knows how long, but at least they can understand the people.

“Martha, get some blankets, it’s happened again!”

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #What is up with the Kents cornfield that a spaceship with alien children has crashed there twice #Clark: Omg am I an older brother now?? What does an older brother do??#He's going to be so excited when the kids start flying too #Clark: I have eight whole siblings now!#The Kents will end up the most experienced couple in raising superpowered children #Clark: This is Jazz and Dan and Tucker and Danny and Sam and Valerie and Ellie and I love them #The Kents now have two ships hidden on their property lol #and a green glowing dog of some sort that came with one group #the phamily actually get to be kids and don't Have to be vigilantes or are parentified or anything and it's... actually kind of nice #It's peaceful #Ellie definitely doesn't hide the fact she's a clone #They're very limited when re-learning how to talk human language again #so they say some rather concerning things without giving any context for it #not that it isn't concerning even with context anyway lol #Ma and Pa kent nearly cry when they hesitantly ask if their names can be kent too #Clark cries when he goes to metropolis because the kids all cling and try to get him to stay

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sluttyhairclub · 2 years

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I'm now damn near certain anthony has a beautiful cock

#mike talks #don't ask what prompted this

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skylersprompts · 5 months

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DC x DP Prompt *16*

After he got crowned, Danny started to clean up in the Ghost Zone. One thing he found was an empty lair. An elegant room full of books with a fireplace and comfy armchairs. A ghost was tied to this place, but he never saw them. But he still could feel that the lair was tied to someone, what meant that the ghost didn't end to exist.

It took some time, but Danny was able to follow the bond from the lair to the ghost. He found himself back in the mortal realm and his first thought was that the ghost got somehow stuck here.

So the plan was to find him and bring him back to the zone. Except as soon as Danny made the plan, he should have known that nothing ever goes according to plan for him.

The bond lead him to a young man with black hair that had a white stripe in it. And the man was very much alive, but also didn't seem to be possessed. But he also absolutely felt like the lair.

Invisible Danny followed the guy around and he found out quite a few things.

His name was Jason Peter Todd.

He lives in Gotham.

He is the vigilante/crime lord Red Hood.

He came back from the dead as a revenant.

He got dipped into some corrupted ectoplasm.

He had sever anger issues because of that.

So... Danny made another plan. Jazz had told him about emotional support dogs, because she liked to work with them. And Danny was pretty sure that it shouldn't be to hard to train a ghost dog to do all of this.

It was a nightmare to train Cujo, but after almost six month he was positive that it would work. He took Cujo with him to Gotham and waited till he had a moment where he got Red Hood alone.

The first thing that happened after he made himself visible but not tangible, was that Hood shot him. Like, rude. But because of that he was here.

"Hello. My name is High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms and I am here to give you your prescribed emotional support ghost Dog. His name is Cujo!"

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whump-in-the-closet · 4 months

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“Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”

Field Whump Time >:)

Hero collapsed in the moss. The smell of grass rose up to meet him, new and green.

His leg throbbed. He didn't have to look to know that the soft ground was soaked with blood.

His team caught up with him, their voices filling the air with anxious whispers. To him, it sounded like they were shouting.

"Hero?"

"Are you alright?"

"Hey! C'mon mate, get up!"

Hero, with a desperate sound, put his hands beneath him. He pushed himself up on all fours and then, digging a hand into a tree trunk, stood.

The faces of his team blurred together. He blinked and they cleared. He shook his head, putting a hand out to wave them aside. "I'm...I'm okay." Breathing should not hurt as much as it did, but other than that...he was fine. He refused to look at his leg.

"Are you sure?" asked Leader.

Hero took his hand off the tree to prove exactly how fine he was doing. Putting weight on his injured leg sent a spike of pain up his entire body, fresh and horrific. "Yeah," he gasped.

Medic looked at Hero for a long moment, their expression unreadable.

Hero broke eye contact first and took a step forward, to further prove himself. "We need to keep going--AH--" Hero crumpled to one knee, his leg betraying him. His face went white.

Medic turned to Leader and shook their head. As quickly as that, his sentence was passed.

Hero struggled to stand, but Medic put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Lie down. We have to remove the bullet." They spoke like they were simply announcing the result of a calculation.

Hero looked from Leader to Medic, searching their faces for any way of escape, and found none. He turned to his teammates. Nothing. "No, you don't have to do this." His voice shook. "No, please."

Medic crouched down next to Hero, unraveling their pack. Hero caught a glimpse of shining metal and shuddered. Medic caught him looking. "We have to work quickly." They did not say don't worry, it won't hurt.

The air contracted around Hero as Leader gently pushed him to the ground. It seemed to shimmer, as unreal as this whole situation. He dug his nails into the soft moss when he heard metal clinking against metal.

"Please," Hero tried again. "Please--"

"Give him something to bite down on," said Medic. "You two, grab his arms, don't let him thrash around."

Hero tried to jerk upright at this but his teammates already had him pinned. One whispered an apology as they pressed him into the ground, the other said nothing and would not look at him.

Leader squeezed his hand sympathetically, then held up a piece of leather, waiting to see if he would take it.

Hero blinked.

He was back.

Villain standing above him, just out of his line of sight--

No, no, no, n--no

"Keep begging like the dog you are."

The flash of steel-- the sudden brightness of it inside him-- digging under his skin, biting deep. Deeper and twisting--

Hero was shaking, suddenly aware of Leader and the moss and Medic cutting away his pant leg to reveal not one, but two, bullets embedded above his knee.

He nodded. "Give it to me." He bit down on the leather and hoped it would muffle his screams.

Villain's favorite pastime had involved a knife and Hero under his blade.

Medic pressed cool steel against the wound and Hero tried to scramble away, back arching.

Through the roaring in his ears, he heard Leader telling him to breathe.

He dug his hands into the moss, green and white behind his eyes. The smell of iron grew stronger. He couldn't--

"Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”

Hero exhaled a shuddering breath.

Medic dug deeper.

He screamed into the gag.

"In and out!" snapped Leader. "Breathe in and out."

Hero was shaking. He inhaled shallowly, more out of instinct than obedience.

Then came Medic's clear voice, "Got the first one."

Leader patted Hero's shoulder in sympathy.

Hero exhaled. His breathing came at a quicker and quicker pace, hands buried in the dirt, as Medic dug out the second bullet.

The color green danced behind his eyes, dull and pounding. He tried to drown himself in it. It didn't help. The taste of leather in his mouth felt wrong-- like vinegar or something sour-- warning bells going off too late.

He didn't hear Medic's relief when they said, "We're done." He only felt the tight pressure of the bandages being wrapped. His teammates let him up and when he spat the leather gag out, he noticed, vaguely, the dirt under his nails was bloodstained.

He worked his jaw in a circle, trying to erase the taste of wrongness. "Fuck you guys," he muttered.

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ecoamerica · 21 days

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goldengirlgalaxy · 1 year

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DC X DP: King Danny shows up to help and then freaking Constantine tries to use his soul to pay for a favor and Danny just straight up looks at him and says: “Dude… your soul is like pocket change now, you broke the ghost economy and I fixed it by devaluating your soul, this sliver of soul is not worth more than a pack of gum and a clip”

Danny already has five slivers alone. Pretty much everyone he knows in the Zone has at least one, or has had one. Ellie has a lion's share of them after playing poker in a ghost casino she found in Vegas.

His human friends all have one, for Ancients' sake!

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc prompt #john constantine #my asks #This is what happens when you don't value your soul #No one else values it either #Ellie finds a lot of haunted locations in her travels #They're basically ghost hotels and resorts #I wonder if Constantine will try wagering other people's souls #Or go to the ghost casino to see if he can win back some of his soul

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stormikitty · 6 months

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Cosmic Love prompt:

Danny and Damian have been engaged since they were babies. The Fentons wanted access to Lazarus water, and they made a deal with the league of assassins to get it. Danny is trans. Danny and Damian haven't seen each other since Damian was 10 (I imagine Danny is anywhere from a few months to a year younger, so Danny was either 9 or 10 at the time). They had been seeing each other twice a year the last time they saw each other. They used to have more time scheduled to spend together before Damian started training to be an assassin. They weren't getting along when they last saw each other. Danny was upset/angry that his life had been planned out for him and that he was going to be in an arranged marriage. Damian was kind of a jerk at the time (because of trauma but he was still a jerk), and he thought Danny was being a jerk too because having his whole life planned for him was all Damian knew and it didn't make sense to him to get upset about it because that's his reality that he just had to accept. Damian does care about Danny, and cares about what he wants too. But they were kids. They were upset about their situation and frustrated and angry with each other and their families. They haven't had contact with each other at all since Damian came to Gotham.

Skip forward a few years and Damian has fallen in love with his best friend, Jon. He tells his family and Jon about the arranged marriage even though it's likely not going to be a thing anymore since he has cut ties with the league.

Damian and Jon start dating.

Danny is 16 and on the run from his parents and the GIW. He only managed to escape after he had already been captured and vivisected. He goes to Gotham because it'll be harder for his parents and the GIW to find him there. He runs into Damian and Jon at a park while he's at a point in his life where he's got nothing left an he's just sad, scared, angry, lonely, and he'd just about sell what's left of his life for a hug.

#dp x dc #dc comics #danny phantom #dp x dc prompt #danny fenton #damian wayne #jonathan kent #cosmic love #cosmic love ship #danny/damian/jon #danny is touch starved in this and has been for basically his whole life #because his parents always made him think he was being annoying/getting in the way when he asked them for hugs #and damian thought affection was a sign of weakness/made him weak #damian was touch starved when he arrived in gotham too #but it's up to the writer how much better that's gotten.#trans danny fenton #bad fenton parents #i usually hate arranged marriage because it toes the line of what is and isn't consentual #but in this danny and damian are both mad about being engaged to each other #and they don't fall in love until after the wedding is basically not a thing that the league can force them to do anymore #damian is going to FLIP OUT when he finds out that danny is running from people who are arguably worse than the league #at least for someone in his situation #dami and jon are BOTH going to FLIP OOOUT when they find out about the anti-ecto-acts

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unbidden-yidden · 6 months

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Genuine question for those of you who say that you want the dissolution of all states. What do you envision in place of states in terms of:

Logistics (i.e. making sure every area has the basic resources it needs in order to function and people not die for lack of water, food, fuel, medical supplies, etc.) Like not assigning these things necessarily but literally just getting them to various far-flung places.

Security (how do you prevent people from outside the area coming in and taking everything including resources, land, people, etc.) How do you prevent authoritarian groups coming in and occupying your formerly peaceful, non-hierarchical society?

Supporting people outside of affinity networks or within rigid social systems (a lot of disabled people, queer people, and other people on the social, familial, and religious outs are gonna die without some kind of appropriate systems in place to meet these needs.)

Addressing major environmental challenges that require cooperation over vast areas of land, if not global cooperation.

Rule of law, especially when it comes to human rights, freedom of movement, freedom of religion/culture, dispute resolution between governing bodies of whatever variety that doesn't involve war, etc. but also just like, basic laws governing interpersonal relationships (preventing rape, murder, theft, etc. and addressing the aftermath of those things in a humane, just way.)

Peaceful transition from states to whatever it is you imagine taking their place, without hemorrhaging lives from the most vulnerable populations.

And like, there's more that I'm sure I'd have questions about too, but these concerns are so basic that I just cannot continue the conversation without knowing what the plan is for these essential tenets of an organized society.

Don't get me wrong: I don't love states and wish we had a better system too. I am also painfully aware that states are failing many if not most of these all the time. However, what I would need to know is how what you are proposing is better than trying to improve what currently exists and isn't going to come at the cost of catastrophic loss of human life, human cultures, animal life, and land destruction. And not in a pie-in-the-sky way, a realpolitik way.

#yes this question was originally prompted by the ''I'm not [just] anti-Israel‚ I'm against all states everywhere'' leftists #but I'm not talking about that specific conflict in this post #I am genuinely asking what you envision in place of all states everywhere in the world and how we get there #it's not enough to just say ''states bad''#that's a long-range criticism that's valid but unactionable without a real plan that doesn't get people killed #if your answer is ''just dissolve [X]'' and you don't have a Plan B?#you are a deeply unserious person and I will be giving your geopolitical opinions the corresponding weight #if your answer is ''the future we work towards should have in mind the replacement of states with a different system but #for now we will try to improve things in [X] [Y] and [Z] ways'' then sure #I'm listening #if you have a plan for an immediate overhaul I'm deeply skeptical but listening

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wisteriagoesvroom · 17 days

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For the trope mashup thing whatever: arranged marriage and neighbors 👀 - CX

again not one i would've picked but thank you for prompting it !! this also uh, got longer than i thought.

(from the prompts mash up - still taking submissions)

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“What do you mean your visa’s running out?” Lando asks.

“I’m Australian. Not a magician. Commonwealth only gets you so far.”

“I thought you were here on a scholarship.”

“Well. Yeah. But scholarships stop. Once you graduate.”

Lando toes the doorway rug. It feels weird to be talking about this in the middle of the hallway, though the only other person who would be listening might be Mrs. Kapoor, and half the time it’s only because she sticks her head out to ask if Lando or Oscar would take one of her mystery vegan curries. Lando is neither a huge fan of vegan food nor curry, and he trusts Oscar’s word for it that it’s good because they eat it while playing Gran Turismo at Lando’s place. But Lando always accepts the curries nonetheless, because his parents raised him to be polite, and he wasn’t raised in a barn. (Even if he technically grew up in converted farmhouse in the countryside, but that was besides the point.) Either way, this is slipping away from him much quicker than he’d anticipated. Late night hangouts, dropping mail and post-it notes, text messages about the community garden. The most inane smalltalk about things big and small from the origins of moths to whether aliens were out there or just chose to ignore the +44 area code. Oscar always laughing in the right places when Lando regales him about tales of his terrible online dating stories, Oscar always picking the pickles out of the roast beef bagels before he passes one to Lando. The corner of Lando’s sofa that Lando has started to think of as Oscar’s because he’s there so often, reading one of his books or trying to speedread a JSTOR article about the lifecycle of urban pathogens while Lando worked on artwork for his upcoming store launch.

Lando’s synapses are firing too fast. His brain did that most days, and that was what made him exceedingly good at his job, and today in particular - it doesn’t feel like there’s any logical way out.

Lando remembers that movie they watched once though. As a joke. The one they both pretended not to enjoy, with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds in Alaska. The one they watched when Oscar sat next to Lando on the sofa, and they both pretended the entire night that their knees weren’t touching.

His therapist said he had a tendency to get ahead of himself when under stress. But it’s a joke, it’s not serious, there’s no way—

“We could just like, get married.”

Lando shoves his hands in his pockets. That came out way more calm and cooler than he thought it actually would. And to his credit, Oscar doesn’t drop his mug of tea. Lando knows that’s his favourite one, because Lando got it for him, and it says Science is my superpower. Oscar does, however, slightly shift his grip on the mug.

“I feel like it’d be complicated to explain to my mum why I randomly married my upstairs neighbour?”

“But it’s not a no.”

Oscar tilts his head. There’s a glimmer of something focused, maybe even hungry in his eyes. Oscar gets like that when his mind turns, when he’s working on an especially difficult thesis, when the pieces are forming and he can lock into the crucial details.

Lando is a little alarmed at how much he already recognises it, and how much more often he’d like to draw that reaction out.

“If the facts don’t fit the theory, then reexamine the facts. Right?” Oscar says.

And Lando is there, in the doorway. Conscious that Mrs Kapoor might’ve heard everything, but all the more conscious that there’s a hammering in his heart that he can’t tell is nervousness, or anticipation.

What’s the stress limit for a joke you’re probably already pushing too far? Lando thinks.

He isn’t sure.

But maybe it’s a thesis worth testing out.

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(and ok maybe i cheated a little on arranged marriage but i think this is the closest i could get with the contemporary context. thank you @cx-boxbox for the prompt <3)

#landoscar #lando norris #oscar piastri #ln4 #op81 #mctwinks #twinklaren #f1 rpf #asks #wiz.promptfill #<- don't even know if i use this tag lmao but only one way to find out #green card marriages man what a tried and tested excellent trope #also one i've never written before!! so thanks or letting me dabble in the drabble #prompt game #wisteria HCs #why do picture blocks conspire against me lately #they just get so aggressive when i try to put 3 in a row on this device #anyway #yapping

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buglaur · 9 months

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she's live

now you can see what everyones height is in my head because i refuse to download height sliders. look at ass <3

#also works on mobile btw ☝️ !!#me successfully making this is proof you can achieve anything with 500 google searches #you should see my search history #html how to put image. html how to change image size. html how to put images in a row. html how to center a row of images. html how to #their pinterest boards are disabled at the moment because i need to make them look good before i share them #and most tags don't work yet because i'm too lazy to go back through my whole blog and tag almost 2 years worth of posts 😭#going to christen it by reblogging one of those dress up your sim prompt ask games #if i can find it #and then i'm going to get completely stuck into rufus and sawyers gameplay yessss i can't wait #leaving virgils gameplay forever i think because when rufus and sawyer have a kid i'm moving him in as the babysitter #would you believe me if i told you there is 0 cc clothes in this #i've fallen in love with maxis clothing recently idk what happened to me #besides roxys boots and virgils bag its a vanilla lookbook #thank you to everyone who voted on the poll yesterday btw #even though it was 50/50 the majority of the time it was up #it ended up 60/40 after an hour tho so i went with my fav macmahon lifestages instead of young adult stages!#goodnight <3

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