honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

so one thing about me is that even if it's a kink i profess not to enjoy (omegaverse), if it's got piss, i will probably write it lmao

this is. written in one sitting in my notes app, not read through, and unhinged. enjoy lmao

cw: piss desperation and involuntary pissing, omegaverse, oscar has a cunt.

By the fifteen-minute mark, Oscar was hanging his head and panting.

It hadn’t seemed to matter at the time, that he’d not been to the bathroom for three or four hours beforehand and his bladder was already starting to ache. It was one more sting in a body full of them. Nothing had mattered other than getting Lando inside him, hands hooked around his elbows and Oscar’s knees spread wide on the scratchy hotel towel he’d put beneath them to protect the carpet. He’d dripped all over it before Lando could shove himself in.

I was trying to stay strong but unfortunately i am back on my bullshit 😔 nsfw under the cut…..

Daniel asks. He asks kind of a lot, because he can tell Blake thinks it’s weird and Scotty’s brother and definitely Chloe, but none of them say anything. He asks Scotty again that morning if he’s sure that Daniel shouldn’t give them some space, you know, honeymoon phase.

Scotty raises an eyebrow. He’s lounging at the kitchen island, one arm looped behind the chair, which exposes the bare skin of his rib cage through the open side of his tank top. “It’s cool,” Scotty says, so dry like he’s surprised Daniel’s thinking anything of it. “We’re all friends.”

Daniel is sure they’re not actually all friends, not in the same way. But, if no one tells him to go. He likes being there, with Scotty, better than his empty apartment. Or, really, like. Anywhere else. He wishes there was someone, an impartial third party, that could tell him definitively. If it was okay, in the grand scheme of things, or.