#c:oscar

[studiostyless]

Maybe I am. It's just a lot easier that way. I'm sure he'll be able to find his own identity at some point. Honestly, I'd watch it. Poor Kevin, always overlooked. Look at the Jonas Brothers, same problem. I think you should. It could make for an interesting story. I've done a couple of movies, yeah. Ah yes, the big Marvel family. Just had a very small part and it's still unsure whether I'd ever put on that spandex again. Unlike you, as I've heard they're thinking of scrapping the second season but making a movie instead. Have to admit I haven't watched every single show or movie but I have watched Moon Knight and liked it very much. One of the brothers, huh? Can I be Kevin? Hmm, when you have kids of your own, I'm sure you'll get to figure out first hand how annoying it can be. You know what? I'm game. Whenever you want, mate.

See, you're just part of the problem. The poor guy will never get his own identity if you just keep calling him Frankenstein. It sounds more like a talk show with three hosts and they couldn't think of a better name. Poor Kevin got the short straw, he isn't as important. I think we're just creating our own Frankenstein movie here, who knows, maybe I'll pitch it as a sequel. You've dabbled in acting right? My fellow Marvel co-star. How do you feel about playing one of the brothers? We just need a third. Annoying my parents is probably one of my favourite past times. Although I think karma is biting me in the ass, because my kids are doing it with me. We should get together for karaoke but only sing the wrong lyrics to every song.

[courtesons]

for @xringwork who liked this starter call

(open to one, multiple or rotating muses. adam, callum, chase, dante, emilio, harry, joshua, keith, lorenzo, roddy, uriel, xavier are all options!)

Now Oscar was not exactly what you'd call a sports fan, at least not in the traditional sense. He didn't have favourite teams and could care less about football and had only gone to a couple of games when he happened to be dating someone on the team or who worked behind the scenes in a high up position. The Federation on the other hand was a little bit different. He'd only gone originally for an in-person viewing since his family had invested quite significantly in the group and they wanted to see their investment in action. But once it became clear to Oscar that it was primarily handsome, strong men manhandling each other? Well, he suddenly became more interested.

So he went to more shows, always dressed to impress and had become aware that more than a few eyes would wander whenever he showed up. Managers and wrestlers alike and Oscar very much enjoyed the attention and the fact people that he was fairly certain some of the wrestlers put on more of a show for him. So there he was, in his VIP booth a good thirty or so minutes before the main event started when he noticed someone making their way over to him...

[boysofcharm]

for @lovetcboo​ from here

Oscar had spent many weeks being bored to tears by noble men who thought gaining his fancy and attention would be an easy task that would get them a chance at the throne one day. Men and women alike tried their luck and all as boring as the other, idiots with nothing to show but their wealth which was far less impressive than Oscar’s own. So he’d sought interest elsewhere, leaving the castle every now and then and happened to find someone in one of the tavern's one. A young man, roughly his age who was tall and gorgeous and gave Oscar a rush he couldn’t even begin to deny. He could still remember his first time with Mitch in that very tavern, hours of passion that had led to Oscar becoming addicted. So now the castle had a new servant and Mitch had a proper roof over his head, all so he could keep his secret lover closer.

Humming against those lips, brow raised and coy grin on lips. “Another round already, hm?" He murmured, cock already twitching at the dirty words as he kissed those pretty lips slowly. “Keep talking like that darling and you can do whatever you like” He purred against those lips as the kiss ended, the heat between undeniable and impossible to completely quench. Oscar could never get enough of Mitch and he didn’t plan to let him go anytime soon, if ever.

[leoochoi]

When Leo opened up shop nearly five years ago, the last thing he imagined he'd be doing is working the desk rather than getting his hands dirty. Everyday he walked into the shop with his work-gear on, ready to be squished underneath the belly of yet another rusty beast, only to end up dealing with payroll and scheduling issues. It was, for lack of a better term, the short end of the stick. But given the only others interested in this part of the job were juniors in high school, he had to take matters into his own hands. It was for this reason that instead of manning a station, Leo was at the front of the garage, speaking to angry client looking for repairs done ASAP and evaluating issues.

He'd just gotten through telling a woman it would be an hour wait as they did have appointments lined up when a man caught his attention. Hopefully he hadn’t been waiting too long. "Hey man, sorry for the wait," he said, a hand reaching out for a handshake. “I’m Leo. What can I help you out with?” he continued, offering a apologetic smile.

@oscar-ibarra​

[courtesons]

His eyes narrowed a little at being called things like naive or adorable, the condescending and smart tone would never fly normally when addressing the prince of all people, yet why was it thrilling in of itself? "I think the naivety comes from any man who thinks he can kidnap a prince all on his own and get away with it, the guards will be on you before you so much as walk out of this place" He retorted, flicking his tongue across his lips. The distance between them so narrow now that Oscar had gotten so close, heart racing away being so close to a man who had come here to kidnap him. It was terrifying as it was thrilling, all but feeling the breath on his skin of his potential kidnapper.

"And who exactly hired you then? There are plenty of men who wish me captured for many a reason. I'm highly desirable" He challenged. Some it would be to simply kill him or for ransom and others? Well, others would love to have the prince as their prize to show off or perhaps try and force a marriage to secure more power. His breath hitched at the remark about begging on his knees, a shiver through his body and fluster on his cheeks...and a wicked image on his mind about how that would look. To kneel before this man, beg his kidnapper so sweetly and desperately.

"The true naviety is that you think you are the man who could make me kneel, let alone beg and let alone sweetly" He retorted but oh was there challenge in his voice, as if even now daring the rogue to do that very thing. "You expect me to give you jewelry and a pardon and for exchange for...what exactly? That you kidnap me for yourself instead of one of the other men?" He replied, the space between them felt so infinitely small and like the heat and tension of the moment seemed to only be building more and more.

@soulsuckrrs

The prince's shock was amusing but Edgar didn't have time to relish in it, mischief ever evident in his gaze as he shot it Oscar's way before analyzing the room while the prince went on about the thief's reasonings. A smirk pressed at Edgar's lips, something he kept present no matter the situation, knowing and perhaps a little cocky, a facade usually, being in the position with the upper hand now was thrilling but he wouldn't be brash about it, not like some people. Edgar was a lot of things, a thief, a rogue, a devilishly handsome idiot that flirted far too much and broke just as many hearts as he stole but he had never done anything bad. That was to say, what he'd consider bad and he had learned that people's opinions on that term varied. Edgar had never killed anyone without reason, not uselessly, he avoided potentially fatal situations as much as possible but that wasn't to say he didn't get into plenty of scary affairs. Such an affair had sent him to the princes chambers this night and he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't a little anxious about it because Edgar wasn't the only one after the prince.

"I don't want to believe you're so naive, your majesty," he arched a brow and faced the prince more, keeping a healthy distance but making it more than obvious that he could and would close said distance when needed. Hands resting on the dual blades he'd sheathed at his hips, time wasn't in his favor and Edgar wasn't about to waste it but if the prince really didn't know what sort of people would come after the likes of him and his parents then Edgar felt he had to explain at least a little. "I'll give you credit for such a creative imagination though, it's rather adorable, I bet you read a lot." His stance remained as Oscar was the one to close the distance between them, one step and then another until they were so close Edgar could feel the nerves dancing over the prince as he spoke. The thief didn't believe the prince's bravado for a second but he also doubted his own, though, he was more experienced at hiding it. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, dark eyes moving over the princes fair features before Edgar shook his head slowly.

They had a few minutes to spare, Edgar had made better time infiltrating the castle than he expected but he had been using the benefits awarded him from being famously wanted in all the kingdom let alone the royal palace. But there was no doubt he was the only one that had been offered money to kidnap the prince. Yes, Edgar had found himself in a deal with a person far less liked than he but it was a deal he hadn't taken and it had been very much a deal he wasn't allowed to deny. He had escaped with his life but Edgar knew that not only was he now in danger but the prince was as well, the crown had many enemies and he had been an idiot to get himself involved. He may have had bad ties and a bad reputation but Edgar had nothing but a good heart.

"I don't usually kidnap people for coin but this time I didn't really have the option to say no, see, the person that wants you has some deep pockets and more connections than I have exes," Edgar said, voice lowered but sincere, some of that mask fading away to show he was being genuine, whether or not he was believed didn't matter, he knew it was unlikely, but he was there to help the prince either way. "-- and as much as I'd love to see you beg on your knees for me," his tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he grinned cheekily. "I do actually want those jewels, oh, and a royal pardon for my crimes, that'd be a better offer," he winked and clicked his tongue against his teeth. "I promise, I'll definitely make it worth this inconvenience, I mean, I would assume your life would be worth it considering I wasn't the only person offered money for your head and I'd like to think I'm the nicest one."

@courtesons

[courtesons]

for @wickedlydirtymen

Oscar would hardly call himself a gamer type, he would prefer to spend his money on clothes or lavish food than on board games or packs of trading cards. But some of the men Oscar 'dated' were rich nerds and there was one store in particular they seemed to love so Oscar often found himself being dragged along with some annoyance. Then again it could be worse, they could be a sports fan of all things. Heavens forbid. Oscar knew he looked a little out of place, glammed up always and catching attention as per usual.

One set of eyes he'd noticed was the owner of this place, a huge man really - the kind you would expect in a line of work to put those huge arms and towering height to work. Oscar had enjoyed his attention, particuarly because he was coming here with this other guy and yet was enjoying the attention of another. It just so happened that this time Oscar came alone, annoyingly he'd been with this guy long enough to fall onto a birthday of his so decided to buy at least something for him. Thing was he'd arrived late, ten or fifteen mintues after closing but noticed the front door was in fact open...

Deciding that meant he had the right to slip in and perhaps convince them to let him buy something - Oscar had done just that and strode in like he owned the place. But instead of finding anything of interest, he noticed a certain back room was open. A room that had always been labelled as no entry, so curiosity had gotten the better of him and decided to have a little snoop...

[septemberliterature]

bronwyn: *sad noise*

oscar: *jumping out of nowhere* WHO HURT YOU?!

[thejanemercer]

closed event starter @oscar-beaufort​

In shimmering gold, Jane felt more like a princess than she ever had in her life. It was just unfortunate that it was amongst the ringing sounds of slot machines and cheers and jeers of those winning and losing that she felt such a way. Still, Jane wasn’t the type to ever pass up on the opportunity to dress up. With a glass of champagne in hand, Jane wandered through the main floor of the event, taking care that the hem of her gown was stepped on as she did so.

The only thing that had her pausing in her wandering was the sight of a familiar charming smile, flashed at those around him like he was a spider spinning a gorgeous web to entangle the next unsuspecting victim. “Beaufort, I should have known that you would never pass up an opportunity to enjoy glitz and glamour like tonight.” Jane commented as she came to stand by his side, eyeing him as she took a delicate sip from her glass. “What’s your indulgence of the night then?” She wondered.

[courtesons]

Oscar grinned at Wally’s comment about his ass, always enjoying the blunt way his friend would compliment but also objectify his body like that. “Hm, I’d say maybe you’ve just forgotten its size but no doubt you think about it almost every night don’t you? Missing it like you did” Oscar taunted, though kept to himself that maybe he’d slipped into a pair of tight shorts before Wally had arrived to really show it off and tease the delivery boy. Truth be told the idea of them getting caught by his husband was thrilling him too.

“Hmm, knowing you I doubt you’d even stop if he walked in would you?” He smirked over his shoulder, ass swaying as he walked away. No doubt Wally would put on an even bigger show, proving to Oscar’s husband who really owned that ass. “And you were always so eager to follow” He shot back, grinning. “But if you have a problem with me demanding then, well, what are you going to do about it?” He challenged, turning to face Wally with a smirk.

“Hmm, where shall we go? You’re the one whose probably been fantasizing about this moment for so long. Where do you often picture us happening?”

"The owners just want to keep true to the small mom and pop feel. If the customers can't value that, I'm not going to get involved." Especially not when he could get paid in other ways. He could still remember what Oscar's tight ass felt like and his warm mouth. The other's marriage had put a halt in their old ways, even though Wally was hard for half of his wedding watching the man from across the dance floor. Still, he never had a good impulse control when it came to his best friend and both of them knew that.

He rolled his eyes, knowing that he couldn't really lie to Oscar. "So what if I was eyeing you up as soon as you opened the door, can you blame me? Seriously dude, I think your ass got even bigger since the last time I saw you." His cock throbbed at the idea of the man's husband catching them, how did he still know what could turn him on? "He'd be in for one hell of a show, that's for sure." There was still a chance they could be caught.

"You were always so demanding." Wally didn't hesitate in going after what he wanted. He stepped inside of Oscar's new home, closed the door behind him, and tossed the pizza box on the nearest table. Then he continued to follow the man throughout.

[boysofcharm]

for @sos-im-bored​  who wanted a starter

“As I said on the phone, my father isn’t here - he’s away on business” Oscar huffed a little as he sauntered away from the door knowing all too well that Seteth Adler would just saunter in regardless if he tried to stop him. He didn’t know much about the man other than he was one of Oscar’s fathers business partners and seemingly had some less than legitimate connections though the young man was oblivious about just how deep his family’s connections were to this man. 

Wearing an open white shirt, sunglasses and a pair of denim shorts that cupped his ass wonderfully as he sauntered through the grand house of the Everheart family and towards the large open glass doors to the garden and pool area. “I doubt he’ll be back for the rest of the week at least that’s what he told me” He remarked, glancing back and perhaps checking out the tall glass of water that was this man. Thankfully the sunglasses allowed him to objectify him a little without being seen. “Which I said over the phone, you think I’m lying to you?”

[courtesons]

for @yourdreamdudes​ continued from here

How ironic was it that his father, the King, had assigned Mateo to the prince’s guard because his son was in the process of looking for a man to take his hand in marriage, another prince or noble perhaps and so the danger of him being kidnapped or taken advantage of was heavily increased. Yet his new head of the royal guard was the one sneaking in to have his way with the prince and ruining him for all possible men. Perhaps Oscar too sometimes imagined his father catching him and that dirty thrill only increased all of this.

“You expected me to be with someone else while you were absent, hm? Perhaps a beautiful servant, another royal guard or one of those idiot nobles trying to court me?” He retorted, breathless and brattish smile on his lips between the gasps and moans as Mateo fucked and claimed his prince like only the man could. “We both know what you get like when other men show interest in me, especially when you’re not around to see it” He purred out, hips bucking as he felt that hand wrapping around his cock. Heavens how he’d missed the things this man could do to him.

[jamesxgarrett]

"It isn’t as bad as it looks,” James insisted, raising a hand to rub as his bruised face, as though it would make them fade from the angry purple colour that marred his skin. He forced a smile, though it hurt to do so. Despite his agony, he didn’t want to show any sign of pain in front of Oscar. There was no need to worry him anymore than he already had been. “You know what’s really good here? The chocolate milk. When the nurse swings back around, I’ll ask her to bring some for us.” 

@oscargarrett

[courtesons]

That blush, oh that blush told Oscar a lot of things. Primarily that despite it all he still held some sway over Zane, that maybe this man had come over secretly for more than just a fight. "Oh I think so, but just to be sure...why don't you flex for me? Show off how strong you are and I'll be the judge" He remarked as he shamelessly stepped closer and let his hands run across and squeeze those flexed biceps and remind himself how much he enjoyed just how powerful Zane's physique was. Like some sort of ancient greek deity as his hands slid to the mans chest now and shamelessly squeezed his pecs.

"Mm, definitely even bigger than last time. Not sure if I pity or envy the man you physically fight next" He smirked, his words fliratious as he gazed up at his ex - the height difference between them oh so obvious in this moment. "You want me to spin for you?" He remarked, raised brow and smirk growing...but who was he to deny a chance to tease and show off? So he gave his little spin, letting Zane get the full view of his ass barely contained in those shorts.

"Is that right, now I'm curious...whatever would you say to him if he was here right now?" He asked, brushing a finger across the man's chest and making sure his hazel eyes gazed up at Zane - knowing sometimes all it took was a look from Oscar to get the man to admit or say just about anything. "Darling you forget I'm the brains and the beauty" He winked, before stepping a little closer. "Well, perhaps we should find a way for you to...forgive me and make it up to you. I'm sure you're smart enough to come up with some ideas Zane, things you've maybe imagined could happen, hm?"

zane's fatal flaw had always been how dumb love made him. he already wasn't the brightest — despite his fairly successful career — but oscar had rendered him as dopey as he was smitten. the humiliation of how they had ended things still stung, though being in front of his ex for the first time since their break-up had him feeling helpless. the curly-haired beauty in front of him always knew what to say, how to act, and what to wear to have the himbo wrapped right around his finger.

"you... you really think so?" the blonde's cheeks were heating up, tinted a deep shade of red as he bathed in the compliments. a hand on each side, his impressive biceps were flexed & on display for his ex. there was a newfound confidence washing over him, his ego stroked in a way that only oscar was capable of. "i don't think you have any room to judge me on that front, eh? i seem to remember exactly why you like those shorts so much — but you're more than welcome to give me a quick spin and remind me."

"aw, he isn't here? dammit, i was really looking forward to catching up with him." a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a hand running through his hair. "what would your idea be then? you've always been the brains here, i'm just the beauty."

[boysofcharm]

for @sexymagicalboysquad​ for multiple muses

“Well, well. Looks like you brought almost the entire squad this time” Oscar remarked, smirk on his lips as his eyes drifted over them. Hand on hip as he flicked his tongue on his lips. “Now are you here to try and capture me again or are you lot still trying to get me to become one you, hm?” He challenged - having been something of antagonist and rival to the ‘Boy Scouts’ he called them but they’d recently been trying to recruit him to join them. Which is how they’d found him, currently stealing some rather beautiful artifacts in a museum that was supposed to have top tier security. Childs play really.

[courtesons]

for @nat-muses continued from here

Oscar had been tempted to refuse to even show up to this particular masquerade the royal family was holding. They were always the same really, same dull nobles or foreign diplomats who were far more wealthy then they were interesting. The only reason he'd agreed to come to this particular one was the promise of some unusual guests from beyond this realm. Talk of beings of fey, wizards and those who even claimed godhood and more.

A curious event indeed, so he'd shown up adroned in beautiful silks and fabrics - a shoulder cape that flowerd to the ground and soft golden detailing along his outfit that were a similar colour to his hazel, almost honey coloured eyes. Crown on his head, sat on his throne as his eyes drifted to an unfamiliar, handsome masked man standing before him that was bold enough to make such a request.

"Hmm, your mask might hide some things but I know I have not seen you here before...so you may. If you can indeed keep up" He replied, coy smirk on his lips and perhaps some interest in his eyes as he rose to his feet and seemingly was waiting for the hand offered to him to walk down the steps.

[nikafields-blog]

I Know You || Oscar & Nika

Being seven hundred and five years old was exhausting. Nika loved listening to older humans complain about growing old with all the pains and aches that came with it. You met so many people throughout your life but also watched them wither away in front of you. Nobody was ever permanent in your life when you could live forever. 

It was a chilly morning in Spiritvale, causing Nika to come out of her hidey-hole, The Boathouse. The motorcycle always ran better in cold weather compared to stalling in the hot summer air which meant she was out and about more. Her morning had ended her up at Sacred Grounds Cafe for some hot tea and maybe a delicious cheese danish. Human food wasn’t needed to keep her appetite but she was sure obsessed with it. On her home island, even though everyone there was of the same kind, they had traditional dinners to thank the Gods for blessing them with good health and to bless their future and their island. 

That all came to an end when Nika’s father showed up. Usually sailors weren’t a problem for the island... They usually ended up being their dinner. But her mother was soft for these travelers and it sure did end it for everyone. Though she was young, Nika remembered her escape like it was yesterday. The memory replayed in her mind over and over again each day and night, haunting her. She’d call the United States home, though. Neyula and her maids kept to the shadows as they too were not aware of what lurked in this new land. But they never stayed in the same place for too long. 

Throwing her leg over and off her bike, Nika secured her helmet on the handles and threw her rucksack over her shoulder. She made her way into the cafe and pulled her headphones out of her ears before making her way into the line. Hot tea. Hot cheese danish. But what kind of tea? Earl Grey? Black? Green Tea? Nika huffed at all her choices, rehearsing what she would say to the barista. 

Nika looked down at her phone, scrolling through pointless articles that filled the local new’s page. That was until she zoned herself out so much she almost didn’t notice the two pairs of feet that had turned and were pointed straight at her. Confused, she looked up, locking eyes and realizing why the person had stopped. Nika’s mouth gaped as she tried to figure out where she’d seen those eyes before. She had lived in Spiritvale for a large portion of her life and never had she’d seen those eyes around here before. Her eyebrows knitted together as she tried to form words before the barista aggressively scolded her,”Next! Ma’am? Next!” She blinked rapidly before moving past the man and placing her order, paying, but snapping her attention back to the stranger. Or was he a stranger? Nika shook her head and moved over to the other side of the bar to await her order. “Stop being a weirdo, Nika..” She murmured to herself. 

@caedisking