#omega oscar

[inchidentally]

sometimes you've gotta sacrifice exposure and color quality to emphasize the most important parts of a gif

[lucithornz]

finally someone else on the alpha charles omega oscar bandwagon🙌🙌🙌 do u have any ideas for them?? Like hcs or a fic or something

Oh yes, so I do like to think about alpha Charles trying to do the usual attempt at charm routine on Oscar and it just doesn't work. Which is weird because Charles is gorgeous he's used to omegas falling over themselves whenever he speaks. Oscar is like -_- unimpressed by the whole routine. However what does get Oscar's attention is Charles being endearingly bad at (sport of your choice) or the only pickup line that actually works is like the absolute worst one on the planet. Omega Oscar is compelled by cringefail losers, not fuckboys.

Charles: does his best charming routine Oscar: ugh not another one of these alphas who are too pretty to have a thought Charles: says the most cringe sentence in human history Oscar: Oh wait maybe he's my type after all

I like the idea of Charles flirting with Oscar blatantly in front of like Lando or something and Lando who is also an omega is always like "back off" you know the protective friend thing, but Oscar just keeps encouraging it because he does like the attention and he also likes to mess with Lando.

Now I am working on a few things for them. I admit I like both dynamics so I also plan on exploring alpha oscar/omega charles in the context of Baku

I like the idea of Charles being very flirty in public and Oscar of course being more reserved and shy with pda. But then it flips when they get behind closed doors, Oscar is like "okay i want this" and Charles is flustered and is like "you cannot just say that what happened to foreplay"

Some of my alpha!Charles x omega!Oscar theories so far. There will be more, need to rotate them in the microwave more

[laura1633]

Max and oscar are the favorite omegas on the grid, like even mechanics have to stop and stare whenever they are near. Which makes it even more funny that both omegas have an alpha who will kill anyone who dares touch what is theirs, like charles will pick Max up and walk away with him from other alphas while Logan stares into other alphas souls if they dare flirt or try to court oscar

I could see Max and Oscar being the most popular omegas on the grid. They are both pretty and curvy but also seem sweet with a sassy side. They are also both really talented. The alphas would love them.

Charles and Logan are super protective and swoop in if any alpha even tries to cross the line. They don't mean to be possessive but both Max and Oscar are completely oblivious to the fact that people are hitting on them. Both omegas have no idea how attractive they are and when Charles and Logan tell them that other alphas are flirting they just get really shy and embarrassed about it and don't believe it.

[charles-leclerc-official]

Oscars an omega?

[omegalerc]

i truly feel soooo terrible for anybody that has to be in a room alone with them like. literally their only concern is about eachother

[xmomokosx]

i come bearing my usual dump of oscar mpreg art from twitter, feat morning sickness brainrot, him being scolded by his coworker, yummy borgor, redraw, his best friend and MORE!!!

[wisteriagoesvroom]

sorry you guys are all talking about his posture and all i'm literally able to think about is the sleeper build. 'cus HELLO????

and bonus: lil guy deer prancing footage

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[lestappencrumblers]

his cheeks are red :((( what a cutie :(((

[maxfurshtappanleclair]

In as much as I like Top Max, I always like Bottom Max a little more because this baby girl has been the softest little bean his entire life. The British media’s portrayal of Mad Max and his dominance on track led to the perception of him as an aggressive, dominant person but off the track he’s just a cutie,even when he was a terror on track. Idk man, just want to read more fics of him being railed, bred and taken care of like the Omega he is and deserves, by Charles and Oscar, even better as a throuple. I don’t know about Maxiel though, I think of them as friends and a fleeting crush Max had when he was a teen and Daniel as a chaotic older brother. Either way he deserves everything good coming his way,love, whether romantic or platonic, he deserves it all.

[sincericida]

Andrew Garfield and human sunshine personified Ke Huy Quan inside the 95th Oscars!

AWWW THEY LOOK SO GOOD ❤️

[skywalkerrtno]

THIS

[lucithornz]

Would love more omega Oscar posts.

Also agree with choscar

Anon I have been thinking non stop about big doe-eyed farmboy omega Oscar who is incompetent his first day. But he's endearing so the ranch manager lets him stay to prove himself.

And who do we know who likes a certain horse branded team?

[laura1633]

when max is away while charles and oscar have their ruts, they will take turns knotting each other, Oscar being degrading, slapping charles' ass and saying he is his alpha, but he's so gentle with him, trying his best to not let his instincts make him go feral. while charles is the opposite, giving oscar soft kisses all over and praising him, while fucking him so roughly.

in the end, max would come home to find their apartment a sticky mess with both alphas scent mixing together, which made max immediately want to get into an alpha sandwich.

-evelyn 🪳

Love this universe 😍 and Alpha Oscar and Alpha Charles taking turns knotting each other is really hot.

Perhaps Max walking into the scent of two rutting alphas would set his heat off early and he'd suddenly be dripping wet and whining for them to come and help him.

Imagine two alphas in rut and an omega in heat all in bed together!!

[edenabsentia]

more fortnite sketches

thinking about taking fn character sketch requests if anyone would like that... i would love some fortnite mutuals ^^

[cretaceos]

landoscar drabble (?) — flesh n bones. explicit, abo dynamics, 1K. [alpha/alpha]

The dim light of the sun peeking through the window washed away the restless feeling that took over Lando as he turned Oscar on his back. He has been borderline sick, almost physically ill, drowning in puffy hair and swollen lips.

Lando had his wet fingers working him open, touching him, rubbing against his insides, searching for some pleasure to give Oscar, giving him more and more until there’s nothing left. He curls his index finger, watching the way Oscar opens his mouth with a silent whimper as he shoves his hips down. More and more.

The bottle of lube is long forgotten, fallen from their messy bed, popped open, and liquid dripped on Lando’s fancy carpet. Sheets are covered in different fluids, smelling their mixed scent, one overtaking the other, torn between compulsion and longing. Oscar—yielding to desire—has little control over his body, even though he’s far from being in rut, there’s still some fog around his brain. Lando doesn’t look better, but he’s still a bit more lucid than expected. Oscar hasn't decided if he likes this factor yet.

Oscar licks his lips and breathes with his mouth, swallowing the thick air, filled with their matching alpha pheromones, letting it settle down his lungs, and slowly getting high on it. Lando is absurdly gentle, removes his fingers, and gives himself a few strokes before properly holding Oscar’s hips and allying his cock. He pushes in with the same calm determination that he had when he started this. Deeper, deeper.

Oscar will never get used to feeling full of Lando’s dick; maybe because his anatomy was not made for this, he’s an alpha, shouldn’t be taking dick in his ass. Shouldn’t. He also shouldn’t be fucking his teammate, shouldn’t wander around his flat like it’s his house, shouldn’t kiss him from time to time, shouldn’t sleep in his bed, and spread his scent on Quadrant-printed shirts. Lando rocks their hips together, managing to make Oscar whine breathless and pressed flushed on his pillow.

Lando’s left-hand travels alongside his spine, burning down with desire, scratching his nails on Oscar’s back, borderline digging into his bones. He looks down where they’re connected, watching the erratic movement he’s pulling them in, wondering if he could stay like this forever. Oscar’s insides are soft, warm, and sticky with lube, and if Lando’s feeling bold, he could say it’s the remaining evidence of what they’ve done last night.

“Lan-do,” a sharp cry cuts through the mist of his mind, looking up to find Oscar’s pleading face, glossy eyes and everything, his own masterpiece, for him to claim, “wanna knot too.”

He sounds breathless, like it’s too much. Lando takes pity on him rather quickly, ignores the acid taste of possession boiling down his stomach, and turns around—not enough to get away from Oscar. They’re in a quite difficult position, one that Lando particularly doesn’t like, he would rather look straight into Oscar’s eyes while fucking him, but this is different. With not much choice around, he shoves a pillow under Oscar’s crotch—his pillow, the one that has his scent, the one he slept on.

“Sorry, but we’re kinda out of options here,” Lando chuckles.

It’s not the best idea he ever had, but Oscar moans—cries, really—by the mere contact on his cock. Lando stares at the way Oscar basically sways, moving with such calm that it makes him insane. Not the best idea, but it’ll do its job for now. Lando groans as he starts to thrust again, more ruthless this time, pulling out and pulling in, pressing his chest against Oscar’s back, and licking the sweat on his body like holy water. He’s not fully gone until his nose catches a whole lot of Oscar’s scent. Makes Lando want to go further, take him down, and scrape his teeth on Oscar’s skin.

Oscar’s mewls under his touch, whimpering, gasping for air while babbling Lando’s name. And everything’s so loud. Their bodies collide with each move, the pleas, the grunting sound Lando makes when his fangs feel the soft skin on Oscar’s nape. It’s his instincts talking, and he’s giving in. A kiss or two in that same place, and then the full bite, all teeth piercing Oscar’s mating gland, tearing his pretty milky skin and marking it red in order to claim him.

Lando feels Oscar’s walls tightening around him and presumes he came, although the sob he lets out could say quite the opposite. Perhaps Lando did something wrong, and this is not how mating rituals should go, perhaps he bit too hard. Still, he can’t help but drink down the metallic taste of Oscar’s blood. Shouldn’t bleed much, he’s been told, but again, he’s an alpha biting another, mating another. Oscar agreed to this at the beginning—with the condition that later he would also bite Lando—even though both of them knew the pain that would be. Yet, Lando can’t take his mouth away from Oscar, coming inside him as he licks there once again.

When Lando finally moves out, his jaw is sore and dirty. On the feeling of being high on adrenaline, he knotted Oscar, locked them as one. Still, he finds a way to manhandle Oscar’s pliant body, he needs to look at him for a second. Lando’s breath is out of rhythm, almost hyperventilating. There’s Oscar’s blood on the gum of his teeth; his pupils are wide; taking a whole of his pretty green eyes, he looks wrecked.

Oscar kisses him, tasting the red liquid, leukocytes and neutrophils, scarlet red mixed with acid spit, pain and pleasure. His entire neck hurts; he can’t do much but wait for everything to settle where it should. He’s probably staining the sheets—too much blood for a bite, but feels right.

“You okay? Is it— does it hurt too much?” Lando asks, that worried look on his face, not fully aware of how good Oscar’s feeling’s.

“‘S fine,” he manages to answer, rolling his tongue, the thick accent reminding both of them where Oscar came from.

It does hurt. Like he’s been stabbed, and it seems like it’s spreading throughout his body. Oscar hums in approval, liking the idea that his existence is trying to synchronize with Lando, making them more alike than ever—the starting of an interlink. Mating.

[abusivelittlebunny]

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