ohhh i always want to hear more abt dobie!osc so pls tell us more!!! and also plushie fucker osc in light of recent plushie... happenings 👁👁
OHHHHH DOBIE!OSC MY BELOVED!!! kellin (@aphelionatseven) has a few posts about him but he's sooo sweet... he's just a baby who hasn't had it the easiest. he's meaner than he looks with his cropped ears and his steely gaze. truthfully, he's just really anxious. lando's the one who finds him. brings him back to his and max's apartment where max is immediately on guard about it all. tells lando they cant take care of a hybrid! but lando's already decided and he keeps giving max those damned puppy dog eyes... they spoil him rotten. lives the Lavish Life. if i had a good snippet, i'd post it here but alas...
PLUSHIE FUCKER OSC HOWEVER,,,,, OHHH MY FREAKING NO.1 AGENDA. i know step bro!osc was the thing for me but NOW??? THAT LITTLE FREAK!!! it's osc going to mark's vacation home... it's oscmark w a side of landoscar bc of course it is... lando and oscar are... something, but they aren't quite sure what that something is. and there's always been a weird sort of tension between mark and oscar, especially ever since he divorced ann. during a late night facetime call, mark accidentally walks in on oscar fucking a lamb plush that lando bought him for shits and giggles and well...
"Hang up the phone." Oscar twists himself to look over his shoulder, startled by the sound of Mark's voice. It was steely, but soft. Like a velvet-wrapped fire poker; deep and warm and wrong. "Wha—What?" Oscar scrambles on the bed, pulling out of the toy. It's fur is slick with precum and lube; the special, little hole he had sewn into it was practically leaking. His cheeks burn and his phone falls to the mattress with a dull thud. Lando's voice is muffled as Oscar sits up, frantically dragging the sheets over himself. "Osc? Oscar, baby, s'everything alright?" Lando's words hardly even reach his ears as he stares up at Mark. He feels a bit like a child who'd been caught red-handed. Well, Oscar supposes, he was a bit like that—caught with his pants around his ankles and his dick shoved into a stuffed animal of all things. Oscar splutters for a second, chest tight. It felt like his throat was closing from nothing but the shame of Mark's gaze. "Don't you knock?!" he cries, hand pressing down over the covers for added measure. "I said, hang up the phone. Now."
WIP game!!!
