#I was like.. oli ?! 👀

[fisheito]

rereading the nuca pink doujin and seeing yakumo tear himself apart re: his snake form vs his human form all this agony and self-doubt and silent suffering and fear of rejection like "if i looked less human would u hate me" , "if u saw me in my true form wouldn't that be horrible. terrifying. disgusting" , "if i admitted i want to swallow you whole would you think worse of me"

and i imagine him asking something like this to the crowd of clan members , who are , undeniably,, a group of Kinky Fuckers

they all smile with the serenity and carefully masked excitement of a horny olivine. masterful beautiful reassuring expressions (errr..... masked to different degrees depending on the clan member)

[sickofthistoxicshit]

For more Oliver candid pics in ABC 😍

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

Ik everyone seems to see Hio as Cool Epic Older Brother Figure but I just see Local Anxious Teenager Unintentionally Adopts A Litch Because It Imprinted On Him Like A Duckling y'know -��

AW THATS CUTE THOUGH 🥺 slay yohio

oliver bird instincts so real

[dreamings-free]

I was scrolling fast, stopped, and was kinda disappointed to learn it wasn't oli making nature-inspired house and hosting DIY pub raves.. 😞😆

x

[corroded-hellfire]

Continuing on with my baby fever I came across videos of parents "laying" (softly hovering) on their babies lap to see their reaction. Some babies are gentle with one parent and push of the other parent. But I wanna see how Eliza would react to the entire Munson family doing this. Thank you!

Baby fever you say? 👀 Step into my office…

Honestly, looking up reference videos for this fic was the most heart melting thing ever and I thank you for bringing that into my life. I hope I have done this justice for you!

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[As You Wish masterlist]

“Ugh,” Luke groans as he flops down on the floor of Eliza’s nursery. The Minnie Mouse shirt and pair of toddler jeans he’s holding smack him in the face as his dramatics bring him down.

Eliza sits on her miniature butterfly couch and watches her brother, face stoic as the two-year-old is used to the theatrics he’s inherited from their father. 

“What is taking so long?” Ryan strolls into the room and leans against the door jamb. He crosses his arms over his chest and arches an eyebrow as he clocks his brother on the ground. 

Flinging the articles of clothing behind him, Luke huffs and turns his head to meet Ryan’s questioning look.

“Every outfit I pick out she doesn’t like!”

Heaving a loud sigh, Ryan saunters over to the closet tucked into the corner of the pink room. Curious as to what he’s doing, Eliza cranes her neck in an attempt to see past her oldest brother. Try as she might though, she doesn’t have x-ray vision and has to wait for Ryan to turn around to see the black and white striped dress and pastel green sweater.

“Eh?” Ryan raises his eyebrows as he holds the items out towards the toddler.

Keeping her chin high, little Eliza looks over the proposed outfit before nodding her affirmation once. 

“What?” Luke shouts as he bolts upright. “The Minnie Mouse shirt is way better!”

Ryan throws a smirk over his shoulder at his younger brother as he helps Eliza get changed into the winning look of the day. 

“She must love me more.”

“Uh, no,” Eliza hums as her head pops free from the confines of the dress. “Better clothes.”

Luke cackles with laughter, arms crossing against his stomach as he falls on his back once more.

“Oh, that’s too good! Please, we all know I’m her favorite,” Luke says.  

At only two-years-old Eliza is already used to her brothers competing in almost every aspect of life. She rolls her doe brown eyes and allows Ryan to help her into the green sweater before leaving the two boys alone in her room. 

“I seem to recall us having this argument before and Grandpa somehow coming out the winner,” Ryan says, following the little girl’s lead and heading towards the door. 

“Well,” Luke says, stretching out the word as he scrambles to push himself up into a standing position, “then this time we don’t allow him to be part of our bet.”

The older Munson brother shakes his head in amusement as he walks out into the hall and to the right, towards the rest of the house. Luke is right behind him though, practically nipping at his heels as he waits for some kind of response. 

“What bet?” Ryan asks, stepping into the kitchen.

“Yeah, what bet?” Eddie echoes, eyeing his two sons over his “#1 Dad” coffee mug where he leans against the counter. 

“Seeing who Eliza’s favorite is. And not Grandpa this time,” Luke informs his dad as he slides into a chair at the table. 

“I believe that would be me,” you say with a proud smirk, traipsing in from the living room with an empty sippy cup. “I just turned on Rolie Polie Olie for her.” 

“No one can compete with the Rol,” Eddie jokes, giving you a playful wink and a smile. 

“She definitely loves that show more than she loves any of us,” Ryan says. He yanks the refrigerator door open and stares inside as if something new is magically going to appear before his eyes. 

“I bet I could interrupt it and she’d be okay with it,” your husband says. “And will you either grab something out of the fridge or close the damn door?”

“So, you’re saying you’re the favorite, Dad?” Luke asks, eyebrows disappearing into the curls that are getting too long for his liking. 

“Isn’t that old news?” Eddie asks with a smirk as he walks over to grab Luke’s box of Lucky Charms. 

“Everything about you is old,” Ryan says.

The joke has your hand slipping, causing the apple juice you were refilling Eliza’s sippy cup with to spill all over the counter. Avoiding Eddie’s eyes, you try to hide your snort of laughter as you grab a towel to mop up the mess. Once the sippy cup is successfully filled up, you turn back towards the living room—Eddie’s eyes still firmly burning your back—and go to give your daughter her drink. 

“Didn’t we already do this? I feel like we played this game before,” you say. “Eliza picked Wayne over all of us.”

Eddie shrugs and takes another sip of his coffee. “No beating the old man. The actual old man.” Eddie narrows his eyes at Ryan, who just chuckles in return. 

“No,” Luke says. He shakes his head as he lets the marshmallow cereal fall into his bowl. “We have to know who her favorite in the house is.” 

“Any ideas?” Ryan asks, plopping down in the seat across the table from his little brother. 

“Hmm,” Luke hums as he chews on a bite of his breakfast. “I’ll brainstorm at school today.”

In the end, it’s you who comes up with the idea that sets the competition into motion. Once Eddie heads out to work and the boys to school, you realize how much you’re able to get done around the house because Eliza is thoroughly hypnotized by her favorite show. It’s not until the hour of Rolie Polie Olie is done that Eliza is running around the house, wanting to play with every toy under the roof. 

After dinner that night, and once Eliza is in bed, you bring your idea up to the boys.

“So, like, we take turns? One person a day?” Luke asks.

You nod in confirmation.

“Right. Because if we all did it one after the other on the same day, she’d get cranky and it wouldn’t be fair for whoever goes last.”

“What, we like, pick straws?” Ryan asks. “Then someone goes Tuesday, then Wednesday...?”

“I’m game,” Eddie says. He lifts one flannel-clad arm and rests it behind you on the couch, giving you the perfect opportunity to snuggle into his side. 

“So…” Luke muses as he walks over to the couch and takes a seat next to you, on the opposite side of Eddie. “We just put our heads in her lap like this?” The younger Munson boy demonstrates by laying his curly head on your thighs, staring up at you with wide blue eyes. 

“Exactly,” you say, reaching down to boop the tip of his nose. “See if she cuddles you or pushes you off. And then we’ll see who she has the best reaction to.”

“I like it,” Ryan says.

“Me too,” Luke agrees. “Ryan, go get straws. Cut one short!”

With an irritated eye roll, Ryan does as his little brother says, feet shuffling along the carpet as he goes. 

The plan springs into action the next day. According to the laws of the straws, Ryan was up first. Followed by Luke, you, and then Eddie rounds it out. 

Tuesday morning starts off like every other weekday, everyone running through their routines to get ready for whatever lies ahead for them that day. Once Eliza is dressed in her purple long sleeve shirt, pink overalls, and her morning apple juice is finished, it’s time for the games to begin. 

You, Eddie, and Luke watch as inconspicuously as you can from the kitchen entryway as Ryan approaches the couch. Your daughter’s eyes never leave the little yellow robots, even as her oldest brother kneels on the dusty-brown cushion next to her and keeps scooting closer. 

Eliza’s leaning back, her legs out straight in front of her, and Ryan takes advantage of the open space to lay his head right down on her little knees. The two-year-old just seems confused at first. She looks down at Ryan, back up to Rolie, down to Ryan, up to Rolie, then back down to Ryan again. After staring down at her big brother for a little while, Eliza reaches for his head and begins to card her tiny fingers through his golden-brown locks. Her hands continue the movements even as she turns her attention back to the television screen. Ryan can’t help but smile; it actually feels really nice. She keeps up the motions until there’s a commercial. Then Ryan rolls on his back to look up at her and she giggles down at him in return, not sure what he’s doing, but happy to have his attention. 

“Do you want me to stay?” Ryan asks.

Instead of answering verbally, Eliza wraps her arms around her big brother’s neck and settles back against the cushions. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Ryan says with a chuckle, before adding under his breath, “and as a win.”

Wednesday, it’s Luke’s turn. Once Eliza’s got her favorite show on and a cup of apple juice in her, he makes his move. It’s clear from the moment Luke’s head hits her lap that Eliza is in a feistier mood today. Whether she woke up like that or Luke brings it out of her is anyone’s guess. 

“Ow,” Luke groans as two small hands beat down on the side of his head as if it’s a drum. The boy winces, face scrunching up, but as you watch him alongside Eddie and Ryan from around the corner, you can tell Luke is trying to stick it out and see if he can somehow salvage a win. There’s a brief glimmer of hope when Eliza stops percussing on her brother’s head. However, it’s short-lived. 

Short, stubby fingers make their way up to Luke’s curls and the youngest Munson boy breathes a sigh of relief, seeing as how gentle the toddler was with Ryan’s hair the day before. The problem, they discover, is that since Luke’s curls are far tighter than his older brother’s, Eliza’s fingers quickly get caught in them. 

“Oh, please no,” Luke murmurs, but it’s too late.

Eliza tries to yank her hands free, frustrated that her fingers can’t run smoothly through his locks like she did for their eldest sibling. She pulls Luke’s hair while letting out her own whine.

“Ouch! Why are you whining? I’m the one who’s about to be bald!”

Next to you, Eddie lets out a snort of laughter. 

“Bald?” Eddie says. “Wayne? That you?”

Giving a roll of your eyes, you gently swat at his stomach. Luke also hears his dad’s remark and gives him a glare from the couch as he tries to wrestle himself free from the toddler’s grip. 

Finally, Eliza is able to slip her hands free from the rat’s nest that’s become of Luke’s hair—thanks to her. She’s thoroughly annoyed now and grumbles a few low groans, giving up on words completely. If she were old enough to know swear words, she’d definitely be using those.

Luke breathes a sigh of relief and raises a hand to rub at his sore scalp. Before he can make contact though, both of Eliza’s hands splay flat on the back of his skull and she gives a hard shove. The implication is clear: get off my lap.

Not willing to risk any more of her tiny wrath, Luke rolls off her and off the couch altogether. He lands with a thud on the carpet and gets the chance to rub at his head at last. His eyes narrow as he looks up at Eliza, who is no longer paying him any mind. She’s immersed in Rolie Polie Olie once again, the rest of the world forgotten. 

Your youngest son pushes himself to his feet with a huff. He shuffles back towards the kitchen, back towards the rest of you.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” he mumbles as he passes, heading straight for the fridge. 

To Eddie and Ryan’s credit, they do both stay silent as the three of you turn to watch Luke yank a Yoo-Hoo out of the refrigerator and pop the top. He chugs down half the bottle before wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand. 

“Ugh,” Luke says with a sigh as he heads toward the hallway. “It’s not even 8 am yet.”

With both of the boys’ attempts out of the way, you’re up. You debate going in straight for the lap when you give her the purple sippy cup of apple juice, but something tells you that you’d end up with a wet and sticky face though. Instead, you wait until most of the beverage is gone and she’s let the bottle roll out of her hand onto the cushion next to her. 

“Good luck, babe,” Eddie says, giving your ass a pat before you walk out into the living room. 

As soon as your knee touches the couch, the television show your daughter is so transfixed on goes to commercial. She turns her head to look at you, large brown eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

You freeze, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. It’s odd to be struck still and silent by your two-year-old, but here you are. Rolie Polie Olie being on a commercial break could either make or break this for you. 

“Mama!” Eliza chirps.

A breath loses from your chest, and you give her a grin as you move to lay your head on her little legs. The moment your body makes contact with hers, Eliza’s arms encircle you as much as they possibly can, and she leans down to rest her head against yours. Her cheek smooshes against yours, her chin bumping into the corner of your eye. 

Warmth floods through you, your heart growing three sizes as she lays all her body weight against yours.

“Hold on,” you hear Luke mutter from the kitchen, “wait to see what happens when the show comes back.”

There are only about forty-five seconds until just that happens. 

Eliza’s skin brushes against your cheek as she adjusts her head to get a better view of the television, but otherwise stays where she is. In fact, it feels as if she cuddles into you even further as she settles in to watch her favorite show. 

“Oh, come on,” you hear Luke complain. The twelve-year-old is clearly not happy that he is losing this competition so far. It’s not as if Eliza could be bribed, though. Luckily, toddlers haven’t been corrupted by life yet. 

Luke walks into the room and stands at the side of the couch, hands resting on his hips. 

“Comfy, are we?” he asks. 

It’s evident your daughter is quite cozy as she doesn’t look up at her brother or move for the rest of the episode. 

“All right,” Eddie says, rubbing his hands together. “Saved the best for last.”

“Debatable,” Ryan says as he chomps on a granola bar. 

Your husband flicks Ryan’s black-rimmed glasses so they slide down his nose. With a huff that sounds far more sophisticated than one coming from a fourteen-year-old, your son shakes it off. 

“Ready?” you ask, slipping your arms around Eddie’s waist. 

“Always up for snuggles with my girls.” 

A wet, smacking kiss is placed on your cheek, and you let out a soft giggle.

“Gross,” Luke groans.

“I know you are, but what am I?” Eddie taunts, proving he’s as mature as his adolescent sons. 

You let your arms drop from around his middle and you cup Eddie’s cheeks. 

“Go get her,” you say.

He pecks your lips before heading out into the living room.

Eliza is as entranced as always in her cartoon and Eddie takes advantage of that by silently sidling up to her. She doesn’t even realize he’s there until the couch dips next to her and her empty sippy cup rolls until it meets Eddie’s jean-clad knee.  

He moves the cup aside and slowly lowers himself until he’s able to rest his head in his daughter’s lap. 

At first, it’s as if Eliza doesn’t even notice. She’s watching her show, letting her dad just lay down on her. But after a few seconds, her stare breaks from the television and her brown eyes meet matching larger ones. Her head tilts to the side, inspecting him, and her curls bob with the motion. Eddie smiles up at her and a slow grin grows on her face in return. 

One of Eliza’s tiny hands splays across Eddie’s forehead, some of his bangs getting pushed to the side, and some getting caught under her warm palm. Her other hand lands on his chin, delicate fingers curving around his jaw and rubbing against some stubble. 

Eliza stays like that, looking down at her father, not moving. It takes everything in Eddie not to laugh as he just stares back at the inquisitive little face that reminds him so much of you. 

Quickly, Eliza leans in and presses a kiss to the tip of Eddie’s nose. Gone is his urge to laugh, replaced by the most adoring grin as he revels in her affection. He’s about to thank her for the kiss when she leans in to do it again. This time, however, her mouth is open, and she ends up enveloping his nose in her small mouth.

There’s no way Eddie can hold in his laughter this time as he feels her drool dribble up his nose onto his face. The giddiness is infectious because Eliza pulls her mouth off only to begin laughing alongside of him. 

“You might just be as weird as I am,” he tells her, which makes her laugh even harder. 

That night at dinner, the results are discussed.

“So, who wins?” Ryan asks as he spears some green beans with his fork.

“Not me,” Luke grumbles, slouching down in his chair. 

“Oh, relax,” Eddie says, reaching over and clapping the younger boy on the shoulder. “It’s not like this was scored or anything.”

Luke drops his fork onto the plate with a clang and raises his hands up in front of him.

“My hair ruined it for me! That’s not fair!”

“You know, she can talk now,” you point out, looking at Eliza happily eating in her highchair next to you.

“Good point,” Ryan says. He clears his throat and leans across the table towards her. “Eliza, which of us is your favorite?”

The little girl pops a grape in her mouth and chews, looking like she’s thoughtfully thinking over the question.

“Me,” she finally says.

“No,” Luke says with a shake of his head. “Which of us?” He emphasizes his point by gesturing to the four of you around the table. 

Eliza nods her head once, with finality. “Me.”

Eddie huffs a laugh and shrugs his shoulders.

“Her Majesty has spoken.”

“I don’t think it counts,” Luke laments, looking back down to his plate.

“Yeah, her vote doesn’t count,” Ryan agrees.

You and Eddie share a look of amusement across the table. With these three around, life will never be boring.

[retroaria]

hey bby❤️ Can you make a one shot of Oliver A. taking his cute girlfriend's virginity? 👀

summary: THE Oliver Aiku ends up being your first. Is this a dream???

warnings: NSFW MDNI!!! fem/afab!reader, uhh dirty nasty sex!!! Idk what yall want me to put here you know what we about to get into. Sorry not sorry this was longer than you probably wanted anon, I’m new to smut!! I did my best!!

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy my little freaks 😏 - aria

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Oliver’s hands are soft against your skin, a stark contrast to the roughness of the kiss he has you lip locked in. His tongue taking hold of yours, teeth clashing every now and then as he has you pushed up against the door of his apartment. You hadn’t even told him you were ready to take the next step yet, and you know he isn’t expecting that of you. This is the vigor he uses every time he’s needy, yet he still holds you like water in his hands. It’s a version of him that’s always turned you on, clenching your thighs together, trying to ignore to pool of slick building in your panties. But tonight, you’re ready.

“I want you, Oli” you moan out into the kiss. The two of you have made it from the door to the couch, Oliver has his leg perched between yours, spreading them apart as he hovers over you. He pulls away from your lips and brings his down to your neck.

“God, I want you too baby” he says as he continues his assault on your sensitive skin, sucking and nibbling away at it.

That’s right, you say that all the time. You’ll have to find another way to communicate what you mean. Honestly though, it’s all too much. You’re sure of your decision but you need space to be able to tell him. For the first time in your relationship with him, you push Oliver off of you hastily, a soft spoken “stop” escaping your lips as he departs from the crook of your neck. “I mean I want more than this.”

“I’m only just getting started, don’t worry, I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.” He says as he lowers himself back down to your stomach, lifting your shirt and planting kisses on the exposed skin. His hands graze down to the hem of your pants, dipping his fingers into your heat. “Mmm~ already soaked for me”

“Please fuck me Oliver, please, I’m ready.” The tension was getting to much for you to handle, the words that came out of your mouth sounded desperate and whiney. Oliver lifts himself back up to eye level with you, one hand still rubbing gently between your folds.

“You mean it baby? Are you positive that’s what you want?” Every point of contact he has with you right now is soft, pouring love from his body into yours. You’ve never been more sure about anything in your entire life.

“Y-yes, positive.” You say as you wrap both arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, deep like the one from before. As sweet as he was being with you, you wanted him to rougher, hoping that kiss would get your message across.

It must’ve done the trick because as soon as you pulled him down like that, he departed just as fast, pulling off both of your shirts with a haste you’ve never seen him have with you. It was almost like you had unlocked something within him. You reached behind you to discard of the bra you were in before bringing your lips back to Oliver’s. His kisses trailed from your neck down to your waist as he pulled your hips up in order to remove all the clothing keeping him from your insatiable cunt. You now laid completely naked in front of him. He picked himself up for a second to take in the view, running his hands up and down your sides before cupping your face and kissing you one last time, “so beautiful, gonna make this the best night of your life.”

Before you could process his words his two fingers found their way inside of you, thrusting fluidly in the softness of your walls, curling up at the spot that made you arch your back towards him. Just as you did Oliver’s lips caught hold of your clit. Engulfing the bud in his mouth, sucking lightly as he twirled his tongue around it. The speed at which his mouth and fingers moved was new to you, it was making sparklers go off in your stomach. All of your nerves vanished as you relished in the feeling of him pampering your pussy. “Ahg fuck~ Oli, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

He groaned against your heat at the sound of your pleading. “I wouldn’t dream of it, doll” he said as he swiftly changes positions, this time his tongue is fucking in between your gummy walls while his fingers rub tight circles over your clit. He’s totally devouring you. Lapping up all of your arousal just to spit it back into your seeping cunt, using it to make his tongue and fingers glide with ease, hiking you up to a state of pure ecstasy.

He’s doing very little to keep you in place, his free hand holding yours to the side. He’s loving the way your hips buck and grind against his face, the way your thighs clench him in. Its how he knows you can’t get enough of this, no matter how loud the cries you let out are, how hot the tears streaming down your face, you keep pulling him in and fucking his face. He can’t get enough of it either.

Before you know it your pussy is pulsating with waves of pleasure, the knot in your stomach slowly unwinding, setting off even more sparklers than before. You arch up into Oliver’s face and he focuses all of his attention on your clit, bringing you down from your high as he licks your cum directly out of your cunt.

He stops his assault on your heat to plant soft kisses on your thighs, his hands rubbing over your stomach. “Came so good for me baby, still sure you wanna do that around my cock next?”

“Y-yes, hmm please Oliver, I’m ready” you said between heavy breaths. He quickly got up from the couch to discard of his jeans and boxers, your eyes lighting up at the sight of his cock springing free from its fabric prison. You’ve seen Oliver’s cock before, you’ve given him plenty of blowjobs and handjobs. But the thought of it finally entering your needy cunt in its entirety ignited a fearful fire within you. Oliver could probably tell you were slightly nervous at the sight of it. He straddled you again, dipping three of his fingers back into your hole, stretching you out as much as he could. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you.”

His voice was stern. It reassured you, yet it still sent shivers down your spine. You watched through hooded eyes as he latched your thighs over his forearms, prodding his tip at your entrance, then up through your wet folds, nudging teasingly at your clit. The whimper you let out made him feel ravenous. Oliver had waited so long for this moment, to have you trembling beneath him, wanting him, needing him. His tip finally aligned itself at your entrance pushing in slowly. “Holy fuck, you’re so tight”

His groan caused you to whine as you felt even more arousal building up in your heat. The feeling of him filling you was painful, but so painstakingly erotic. You couldn’t help but moan at the stinging feeling of your cunt being stretched by your boyfriend towering above you, letting out the dirtiest sounds as his cock throbs against your walls. “Oliver, k-keep going”

“Are you sure, doesn’t hurt too much?” He broke out of his own trance to ensure your comfort. You nodded your head frantically, needing him to bottom out inside you so the pain could subside and you could feel him thrust between your velvety walls. Finally, he did just that.

“Feel so good around me baby, want me to fuck this little pussy? Hm? Tell me when you’re ready.” You took a few moments to let the pain wash over you. Oliver’s cock fully embedded inside you, touching places you didn’t even know could be touched. “Ah~mm, I’m ready Oli”

Once he got your stamp of approval he wasted no time pulling his cock out almost all the way before rutting back into you with force. You yelped at the sudden motion, hands going up to grab his biceps as his thrusts began to get faster and faster.

The sounds of sex was the first thing that caught you off guard. His hips slapping against yours, his groans and heavy breaths, the moans and whimpers you were letting out under his touch, seemingly uncontrollable. It was all so dirty, so pornographic, but it felt so good. Through it all you couldn’t help the way your heart swelled as well, despite the aggressiveness of his thrusts, he was doing just as he said, he was taking care of you.

You let yourself go limp under him, the pleasure soaring through you was enough to knock out a small animal. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, you felt two fingers press themselves against your already abused bundle of nerves. He worked your clit all while keeping the same pace and vigor of his thrusts. “Want you to c-cum around my cock baby, gonna make you cum, fuck~ so good…”

The sounds your boyfriend was making had you in a trance, you’d never seen him so needy, so flustered and almost distraught. He needed to feel you cum around him. His words made something erupt within you, your cunt involuntarily throbbing around him. Oliver had made you cum plenty of times before, but the knot forming in your lower stomach was unfamiliar. The sensation that cascaded through your lower half with every thrust of his cock into your cervix was a pleasure you’d never felt before. It all happened so quickly, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, a pool of spit swelled up in your mouth, your back arched and your hips rutted to meet Oliver’s movements.

As your orgasm washed over you, it also washed over your boyfriend’s cock. He moaned your name at a volume you’d never heard him reach with you, moaning as his thrusts became sloppy and his grip on your thighs loosened. He let himself fall down onto you as his finally thrusts brought him over the edge. He quickly pulled out and let white hot ropes ooz out onto your stomach and thighs, some of it dripping down into your heat.

The two of you laid there for a few minutes, Oliver recovered faster than you did and pressed soft kisses to your neck and shoulders, caressing your thighs. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a few tissues and wiping his seed off of you. Your legs were still lightly trembling and you couldn’t think straight after the orgasm you just had. You weren’t even sure if your mouth could work correctly, but without thinking much you muttered out a soft “thank you”. With made Oliver’s heart flutter.

“Hope I wasn’t too rough. Next time I’ll make sure my cum doesn’t go to waste like that.” He winked as he guided you out of the bed and into the shower so he could properly clean you up before the both of you snuggled into bed, engulfing you in his embrace. “You’re so cute, such a good girl for me, goodnight baby.”

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[awesomefringey]

You know what keeping me up at night, I want to know who took the photo of Louis and Ed with Harry in the background, like who in the hell took it 😭

Oh my god, nonnie, I never realized this appeared without a source? 👀 Maybe it was Oli?

[dom1re]

everytime you post i get ecstatic, your art is so pretty to see!!! 🫶🫶 you're a big inspiration to me, in writing and art 😌

i would love to know three random facts about sunan?? 👀👀 like something SUPER random

ECSTATIC YOU SAY!! Well that's exactly what I was when I saw this ask, thank you anon 🥹💖💖 Ok you probably meant three super quick facts but sry my brain doesn't work like that, when it gets going it keeps going u know what I mean 🤪 so here ya go:

1. He's an avid reader of the Hogsmeade's Monthly Shopping Catalogue. He gets them delivered by Oli (his owl) so he can stay up to date on the newest hottest goodies Hogsmeade has to offer. He loves to try out new things, even if they're the most bizarre random things

2. He loves to draw though he's terrible at it. His History of Magic textbook is full of doodles. One time he got a detention for drawing an unflattering picture of Professor Binns wooing Lady Gray during a particularly boring lecture (thanks to ominis who bursted out laughing)

3. The hardest potion he's learned by far is Dreamless Sleep potion. It is an advanced potion, part of the NEWT curriculum, but he taught himself at the start of the sixth year so he could brew some for Sebastian (i headcanon that its ingredients are hard to find + complex to brew)

Thanks again for ur interest hope you enjoyed my rambling 😙💗💗 love these questions they help me tons with character and lore building

[cledubs]

"i have almost everyone figured out" about the rvb au

do you want to elaborate 👀

-crastlesword

ABSOLUTELY i do

ok so blue team is still mostly still up in the air because i can’t figure out who should be Tucker and caboose

but red team is:

lizzie as sarge (HEAR ME OUT. person with insane to the point of comedy plans)

ren as simmons (kiss ass)

martyn as grif (come on i couldn’t NOT put treebark as grimmons. queerbaiters of the century. especially after the whole martren situation. like that made me think of the whole thing with simmons being a cyborg and grif having the human parts from simmons. i actually don’t remember the deets of that plot but whatevs)

oli as donut (AGAIN HEAR ME OUT. i know he’s not in the life series as an official member BUT HE VOICED THE SNAILS OK!!!!! HES TECHNICALLY PART OF IT!!)

i don’t have anyone for lopez….. if cleo wasn’t tex i’d maybe make her lopez but idk. idk.

i also have most of the freelancers figured out too

as you saw in the last post, gem as carolina and york as pearl.

on the fence about mumbo as wyoming because the thing is. they look identical. and it’s so funny. and they’re both british. but also idk…… they aren’t that similar i don’t think. but i can definitely hear wyoming saying stuff like “chuffed to bits”

also on the fence about who to make wash. because originally i made etho wash but also like…. freelancer era wash is so jimmy. but later era wash kinda seems more etho. and gem and etho as carwash makes more sense to me than gem and jimmy. but again idk

the dakotas were a little tricky because no one in the life series has their closeness while also having similar personalities, so i ended up disregarding prior relationships and just going personalities. so joel as south and impulse as north. i think joel as south is self explanatory, and impulse as north because he’s widely regarded as one of the sweet and nice ones but also he can be soooo passive aggressive and sneaky and hold grudges yk.

scott as 489er specifically for the scene where south is like “can you DRIVE BETTER” and niner is like “south do me a favour? [closes the door]” like that is so funny to me when it’s joel and scott.

grian as connie but also i didn’t put too much thought into this one

scar as florida because they have the exact same vibe. the same. it’s soooo funny. scar as florida is literally the idea that kickstarted this au

maine i’m still unsure on. i was thinking tango but that guy simply talks too much to be maine. but the rage certainly works. but also i was kinda thinking tango as tucker idk

[camlannpod]

Me again but these questions are so good - 7, 13, 17, 19? Whichever ones you feel like! Thanks for answering my last ask!

Hehe thank you! Honestly it's lovely that people are still interested in the show!! It's kind of a scary time after a season finale, you worry everyone will just forget about you. So it's extremely charming and kind of you - please send as many asks as you like!

(If you want to send us an audio drama ask, you can do that here!)

7. Tag a show you think would make a great crossover with your own (and maybe make it happen, who knows 👀)

Ooooh this is so haaaard. I mean I don't think we can ever do an official crossover because it'd break the world a bit - but in terms of sheer Vibes: Twelvelms from @hangingslothcentral, @nightshiftpodcast (would Dai fall instantly in love with Seb? Yeah! Probably!), aaand Hearthbound. Two of these shows aren't out rn but still. Trust me.

13. What’s your favourite portion of sound design from the show?

How do I CHOOSE. Perry's fight with the Lantern Man is great - I love how Amber did the swinging of the lantern. And generally that whole sequence in the woods was very much how I imagined it. I also really love the episode 8 finale. And the episode 5 climax. And the bit with the dogs that Cai did for us in episode 4. I'm spoilt for choice - Oli, Cai and @tincanaudio are very good at what they do.

17. What’s something that inspired your show?

The Mabinogion! It's a collection of medieval Welsh stories, the oldest we have. It's fantastic and gorgeous and fascinating and I've been obsessed with it for many many years. If you haven't read it please do! I recommend Sioned Davies' translation. (Also BBC Merlin, but I feel like that must be obvious.)

19. Do you have any playlists/music you listen to while working on production?

DO I.

Ok so I made my writing playlist public for you

But also there's:

The show playlist

The compilation playlist that has show songs + character songs

Dai

Morgan

Perry

Gwen

Gwaine

Generally I listen to music I associate with whichever character I'm focusing on in an episode! And when in doubt I come back to Dai, who's very much the heart of the series.

[my-apollo-gies]

Im gonna post my comment i left on @writing-hat’s new chapter of bbnb

GO READ THAT BEFORE READING THE REST OF THE POST SO YOU AVOID SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 16

this chapter was absolutely insane, amazing work hat!

OMG HAT THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING JOLY SHIT i wish i could give you more kudos than just the one so, MILLIONS OF KUDOS TO YOU HAT!!! this took me around 45 minutes to an hour to read, thats when you know its a banger of a chapter!!! i may have been liveblogging my reaction to oli anyways here are my highlights:

THE BEGINNING WITH WU!? ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT! insane over him remembering quite a bit of detail actually, sad that it means he died + the inclusion of HOW he died. nadakhan the bitchass motherfucker

KAI! holy shit hes so complex, hes so complex. love how you portrayed him this chapter. there were some parts i wanted to punch him and others where i wanted to scoop him into a gaint hug, poor dude. him and jay are both suffering omg

THE DETAIL OF THE OTHERS KNOWING THEYRE MISSING SOMETHING BUT NOT KNOWING WHAT?! FUCKING AMAZING. i love how your making them get affected by jays wish and how it worked

THE FUCKING CINNAMON CAKE?! love your writing of it, hate how jay is still so badly affected by nadakhan, nadakhan the bitchass motherfucker x2

ZANE! i loved him this entire chapter, he is so helpful to jay without even knowing what happened. hes so friend shaped (stole that phrase off oli, sorry oli)

I LOVE THE STORY WITH THE FORK AND THE MICROWAVE I NEED MORE SILLY JAY MOMENTS ISTG

AVA! AVA! AVA! WE ALL LOVE AVA SO MUCH (i should draw her 👀)

JAYS VISIT TO SOTO?!! i actually think soto is so funny, underrated character frfr. loved the bonding over hating nadakhan, loved the slight fear (?) when jay said he killed nadakhan with his powers

GIVE JAY MORE THERAPY

PLEASE

THE ENDING??!! JAY AND NYA ARGUING?! so sad to see them arguing, great plot point tho. you win some you lose some.

THE LIGHTNING STORM!! WU RECOGNISED THAT IT WAS JAYS POWERS?? THE SHIP GOING DOWN

stop leaving us on cliffhangers, hat

please

please

(if i keep going im gonna sound like sabrina carpenter istg)

OVERALL: FUCKING AMAZING CHAPTER, 100% WORTH THE WAIT!!! im definitely doing some more art 👀👀👀, and you WILL be hearing from me on tumblr!!!! im so mad that i fell asleep, i shit you not, ten minutes before this came out (it was like 1am in my timezone) i was going to stay up to read but im glad i didnt because i am (slightly) more coherent now than i wouldve been at 1:30 am. you’re gonna make me go insane hat, im obsessed with this fic so much!!!! (your insane and so am i)

expect more art coming your way, dude!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

👀👀👀👀👀

i’m gonna do one for every eyeball emoji you sent me

-another little event i like is when chimera oli first shows up he starts wandering around Dawn and gem gets to play a horror rpg in real life trying not to let the Massive Dragon that appeared in her empire see her

-pixlriffs immediately develops a crush on the Massive Dragon that appeared and brutally murdered 8 people

-there was a massive meeting of all the emperors to discuss the Massive Dragon and what to do about it, where they attempt and succeed in luring oli to them which results in the fight that kills 8 people. falsesymmetry did not show up

-i’m trying to figure out exactly when in the storyline oli gets “healed” but i REALLY want to make it post hc crossover so that the hermits all show up and see the giant chimera just hanging around and go “uh. what’s that” only to have a bunch of very chill emperors going “oh that’s just oli”

-on top of napping on him, lizzie likes to pilot oli around like a giant horse or something and just wreak havoc with him. for funsies

send me a 👀 and i’ll tell you about chimera oli

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

i know that only like 2 other people on this webbed site care about womens volleyball but what is everyones thoughts on vnl so far and olympic predictions 👀

i think china, italy, and japan are gonna qualify through vnls for the olympics. i cant make my mind up between canada and netherlands for the fourth spot, on the one hand canada is ranked slightly higher rn and have played the best ive seen them but also the netherlands match against china was really impressive

i think vnl quarterfinals is gonna be:

thailand - hosting so automatic qualification, theyre my fav team and im happy they get to host the final round but i dont think my girlies are gonna make it past quarterfinals, at least not this year (though their win against dominican republic was great AND they took a set from the usa even if their loss to korea was frustrating, something happened between weeks 1 and 2 and they came out stronger because of it also my girl wipawee is proving me right that this is her year)

brasil - currently ranked 1 and their bench and starters have been lethal. gabi is solid as always nyeme has been making so many great saves. also i love the way the crowds erupt when thaisa comes on court i never get tired of it. i think they can make it to finals if not taking gold

usa - i know they havent been dominating but they seem to still be testing out their younger players, like washington/drews/hancock all havent even played yet- drews aint even on the roster and shes usually a go to player for them. their loss to china sure was something and they lost to brasil for the first time in like 5 years but their week 1 team wasn't their strongest and we knew this, it certainly gave newer players/ their bench some good experiance. excited to see how they match up with poland and turkiye later this week.

poland - lavarini has been great for them also they have wołosz back and stysiak is a monster and i thought genuinely they had a great chance of making it to finals last year if texas ac hadnt sabotoged them

italy - (now that egonu an sylla are back) for sure they can do it also antrapova in their pocket is great and in general despite the stumbling last year their team is doing well this tournament like their win againt turikye was great and that was with their week 1 squad

turkiye - won last year and are in a great position having both karakurt and vargas- (i like their odds better when they use them as subs for eachother more than having karakurt play outside but santarelli obviously knows much much more than me lol) they havent swept as much as i thought they would but they are human. and if they are on their game then theyre unstoppable but 3-1 loss to italy and 3-2 to japan took me by surprise. still would never count them out theyre obviously making it through. excited to see their game against serbia tn

china - silver metalists from last vnl. yall know i love yuan xin yue and want to see her play but also wang yuan yuan has been great this week also zhu ting is back on the roster!!!!!!! as im writing this their ranked 4 so i have a good feeling about them

for the last team idk but it could be:

japan - put some respect on kogas name!! girlie has been fantastic this tournement and winning against turkiye is huge imo and theyre game against brasil was amazing even if they didnt win they fought hard those 5 sets. genuinely i think japan is more primed to win the mental battle of the game i have such high hopes for them

canada - if they can get back to their week 1 play style i wouldnt count them out even tho its unlikely

serbia - usually is an easy prediciton but theyre right now behind korea in the rankings.... but they dont have boscovic back and their squad seems to be pretty young and they fight hard so it can still be them

dominican republic - though they haven't been winning a ton so far they are one of my ult teams i love them dearly and i hope castillo joins them again soon cause she is my favorite libero

i dont really have thoughts on olympics as of now except for my qualification predictions

hoping a single other person wants to talk about this!!

[sockgate]

Girlll I’m so late but I saw your goodbye fitfwt and what 👀👀 You were on the same floor as him?!? I need to know more

Yes my last fitfwt date and that whole weekend turned out to be a self-insert fic 😭 it was so surreal but also just a weird happenstance like I could have never imagine something like that would happen to me lol. The first thing we noticed was the hallway smelled like weed and cigarettes .. which I found weird but apparently was common for our hotel so we thought nothing of it (fools)

So a bunch of the team stayed on the same floor as us (including Louis) like I saw Matt Vines in a robe in our elevator (wouldn't recommend) but by far funniest thing that happened was I saw Oli throw out like a bunch of beer bottles (they must have been cleaning out their room??) and we made eye contact like mac and charlie in it's always sunny but like 10 ft away from each other

I also heard Louis answer the door when room service came once (usually Oli answered the door) and he just said “… no” my man sounded rough and like he just woke up 😀

[redwolf17]

Can’t stop thinking about the Lannister letter. I feel like it will report whatever carnage/tomfoolery inevitably occurs in Cersei II, so the question is who is doing the reporting?

Top guesses are:

- Jaime: he kills Cersei after realizing her betrayals, particularly concerning Tyrion. He has nothing to live for so sends the letter before unaliving himself so he doesn’t haven’t face the consequences of his actions.

- Kevan’s sons or Genna: I think one of them already didn’t like Cersei because he was really religious, so learning all this would def push him over the edge and turn him/them against Jaime and Cersei, not that being backed into a corner by Oly and Sansa wouldn’t do that…. Genna also seems like a realist and would realize J and C are dead incest twins walking and that turning them in (or at least Jaime, as I can’t see Cersei surviving her chapter) is the only option of salvaging some of the Lannister holdings.

I can't to see which of my theories is least wildly incorrect. You always deliver such dazzling twists and turns! xxx

👀🤔

Love the theories!

[demonicdeadbeat]

Roleplayer desperately seeks Werewolf (or other monster 👀) OC to rail gently smoosh against his Vampire OC

Hello RP Tumblr! I have a proposition for you.

I'm seeking someone to play a Werewolf, other were-animal, or anything/anyone monstrous whether hidden behind a transformation or not, against my ancient Vampire OC.

Some facts about him: His face claim is David Tennant. He's around about 1400 years old, and has generally seen some shit. He's snarky, but has a heart of gold when you get to know him - if he let's you close enough. He's named Ciaran, last name tends to vary with what persona he's using. He has a few of those personas tbh, and tends to flit between them to avoid having to stay in one place/situation too long. He's a very lonely man who longs for connection but has never been good with that.

Facts about the universe: in short its a modern day setting, with a supernatural twist. History is as history is irl, for the most part, but supernatural races have always been present in the world as well. They've been through eras where they were hunted, feared, othered; but a relatively recent UN treaty has most countries obeying an uneasy peace with the supernaturals which have made themselves at home within their borders. There's still hunters underground, and those supernatural folk who buck against the idea of the treaty, but most people are obeying the law.

What I'm seeking: a werewolf, werecreature, or other monstrous raced supernatural character for a shipping RP focused on their romance. There'll be smut! Kink, preferably, also. (We can discuss limits but things like size kink, omegaverse or heat cycles depending on the character, substance abuse, monsterfucking and a veritable bevvy of other kinky things are on the table on my end! I have few limits too!)

I'm looking for a Discord partner who: is interested in a MxM or MxNB RP sith me playing a cis male character. I am very receptive to trans, enby and intersex characters, and prefer greatly real life or description only face claims who are older than 30. (I will not play against animanga FCs or cartoons or video game characters for this RP, sorry!) Their actual age characters be anything 30+ in the RP of course.

I would like a laid back environment where we can chat ooc and do fun stuff like playlists, moodbaords, inspiration sharing, etc. together. I would also like you to be lazy literate, reply with between 1-5 paras, sometimes more depending on circumstances, and to reply preferably multiple times a day. Slow moving RP is as boring to me as one liners so if you can't dedicated enough time for that, please don't reply to me!

I am ONLY seeking smut and kink friendly 18+ RPers at present.

About me: I'm Oli, I'm 32, and I've been RPing for over 20 years. I'm not strict on grammar or spelling so long as we can understand each other. I'm really chill and laid back despite how it may seem hdhddj. I jsut really want to get to play Ciaran as I've had peopled rop me when I bring his FC into it or the fact I only want FCs who are 30+... I'm getting desperate now haha.

I also don't want to join a group RP! Sorry!

Pleass reply here, message me here on this blog, or alternatively get at me on Discord (preferred.) My username is oli.writes.stuff :)