#para: oliver

[jeremybeacom]

Location: Oliver's Floristry With: @oliver-sereno

Jeremy was on his lunch break, eating a large carne asada burrito -- no beans or rice, only meat -- as he walked down the street, stretching his legs and getting some fresh air that wasn't laced with gasoline from his work at Bolt's. Sometimes he felt like eating with the guys there but a lot of the time they were loud and Jeremy liked his alone time and the quiet so he would go for a walk, usually ended up at a park or a bookstore or in this case, he was headed for the flower shop because he hadn't been in a while. It was usually always peaceful there and even if he didn't end up buying anything he did enjoy the strong floral scents.

So there he was now, at the front doors, tugging them open with one hand while he finished off his burrito with the other, shoving the rest of the food into his mouth and crinkling up the foil it had been wrapped in until it was just a ball in his fist which he tossed into a bin near the entrance, entirely oblivious that the sign on the door did not say 'open.'

[matthewbaudelaire]

Title: Meeting The Niece Synopsis: Matthew went to Layne and Oliver's cottage to meet his newborn baby niece for the first time. With: @laynebaudelaire @oliver-sereno

Given that Ollie didn't have any blood relatives in town, he was beyond excited to get to introduce Addie to his friends and Layne's family. Matty was top of the list (being an Uncle), and Oliver couldn't wait for him to meet their little one. It had been a hard couple of weeks - in classic newborn fashion Addie's sleep pattern was irregular, and both Layne and Oliver were exhausted. But none of that mattered when he got to hold his little girl, or watch Layne feed her. It was the most incredible feeling to be a dad, something he had wanted for so long and was now getting to live. They'd invited Matty round to meet the little bub, and she had just been fed so was snoozy and cozy in Oliver's arms after being burped, Layne heading to the door as they heard Matthew's familiar knock. "You ready to meet your uncle little one?" he murmured to the baby, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. 

It had been a whirlwind settling back-in to their routine, getting readjusted with a baby, and making time for herself. People truly weren't kidding when they said that your world suddenly shifted towards doing everything possible to keep you newborn happy, healthy, and satisfied. All the gadgets and gizmos still didn't aid with the heightened alertness that Layne had to everything surrounding her daughter. Nonetheless with each passing day it was relatively getting better. What was making up for it was seeing everyone's reaction to Addie. The first on her docket was her family and they had been spending the last hour prepping for Matty's arrival. Opening the door, she embraced her brother into a long needed hug. "Hi stranger. Or shall I say uncle?" she chuckled. "Come on in!" 

Matthew was all smiles when he entered, giving his little younger a warm and crushing embrace -- still not quite aware of his increased strength but since she too was human she'd probably be fine, if anything maybe get the wind squeezed out of her. He had on his proud uncle sweater, felt like a total dweeb but a happy one nonetheless. "Hey there, mommy Layne," he planted a kiss to the top of her hair and finally released her from the embrace. "You guys doing alright? Where's the little one?"

Ollie couldn’t help but giggle as he clocked the sweater, beaming over at Matty as he headed towards where he was sat on the couch. “Hey mate- we���re doing well. Tired! But good,” he nodded, head gesturing down at the little one he held in his arms. “Come and sit next to me- you can hold her if you like. She’s just been fed and changed so she’s very sleepy,” he hummed, beaming down at the baby as he leant in to kiss her forehead.

It was very nice to see Matty. She hadn't realized how much she missed her brothers and their chaotic family. Despite the various stages and journeys they've respectively been on, they were family in the end. "Yeah we're hanging in there," she smirked closing the door behind him as they headed towards the living room. "Addie, you're uncle Matty is here!" Taking a seat in one of the accent chairs. "How are you Matty?"

Matthew followed Layne toward the living room and greeted Ollie with a grin and cautiously sat himself down on the couch beside the new father. He was suddenly overcome with nerves, worried that he might hold her wrong or she might fall apart in his hands. It had been so very long since he'd held a newborn and he felt inexperienced when he was normally meant to be this wiser older brother to help lead his siblings along the path of life, now this was a path that he could not lead. "I'm good," he said to Layne, glancing at her, holding his hands together to warm them up and internally chastised himself for not putting on more lotion to soften up his calloused palms. "Been getting a lot of custom orders for Father's Day coming up. Will have something special for you soon," he said to Ollie, hazel eyes now dropping to the little bundled up baby in her father's arms, "Can I hold her?"

It made Ollie smile to see the man a little nervous, sitting down carefully next to the new father and peering down at the little baby he held in his arms. “Yeah? That’s awesome mate, but don’t worry about me - sounds like you’ve already got your hands full,” he chuckled, although the thought that he could actually celebrate on Father’s Day now made him feel a bit emotional. “Course you can,” he hummed, shifting slightly so that he could turn to face Matty, a hand supporting Addie’s head and neck as he carefully transferred the little bundle over. “There you go- her head will just settle in the crook of your arm… just gotta watch her neck,” he murmured, not wanting to explain things matty already knew but also wanting to make sure his baby was being held properly.

Things had been so busy lately that she hadn't even thought about Father's Day. She'd have to touch base with her brothers later to figure out if they were inclined to do anything for Roman. Things had been dicey, but she was holding out hope that things could go a bit better now that Addie was in the picture. Chuckling at her brother as he took a hold of his niece, Layne couldn't help but smile as she watched her little one squirm momentarily at the sudden shift in her position but relax within seconds in Matty's hand. "Looks like you're a natural! If your elbow gets tired we can always prop a pillow for you too."

Matthew was in disbelief as he held the little infant in his arms. He was actually holding this little bundle of life. "Hey," he found himself naturally trying to talk to the little girl as if she would understand it, voice soft, "Hi." His gaze flicked to his sister but he shook his head cause he figured he'd be fine and he didn't want to risk messing with the precarious balance that was the baby and the fact she hadn't cried out in protest. He was initially quite awkward in the way he held her but soon acclimated, muscle memory kicked in abliet a little rusty and he shifted his position to hold her more comfortably. "Guys, you two did this," he marveled incredulously.

The sight of Addie's uncle holding her so close, his words so soft as he looked down at her, it was enough to make Oliver well up just a little, swiping at his tears with a watery giggle. "I know. Unbelievable. We didn't even mean too, did we bubba? You surprised us huh? Best surprise in the world..." he murmured, stroking a finger over her forehead. "She likes to curl up on your chest if you want to try that? She curls up in the position we think she was in when Layne was pregnant with her," he mused, casting a fond smile in Layne's direction. God he was so in love with her, and with his new little daughter.

"Yeah it's nuts. Sometimes I have a moment where I am like 'Oh shit, I'm a mom now. Like a bonafide mother to a child," she chuckled. It was such a hurdle to overcome in her own mind wanting to be as great as she could remember her own mother being. It was bittersweet having a daughter, but not being able to share that moment with her mom. She knew there would be more moments like this in life, but figured it was best to lean into the blessings around her like Ollie and her brothers. "How's everything been since we left for a bit? How've you been managing with everything?"

Matthew glanced to Ollie, watching him a moment before he carefully made the adjustment so that little Addie was now rested against his chest, his arm and hands holding her supportively behind her back and beneath her. He could feel the little curl of her fingers against his shirt and it made his heart squeeze just a bit in his chest. Matthew didn't want to bring the mood down by talking about what was going on with his best friend still in a coma so he tried to focus on more positive things but found it was difficult to come up with anything. "Uhh.. Yeah, it's been fine. Just, you know, keeping busy."

Now that she was in her favourite position, she curled up against her uncle, her little knees tucking up under her stomach, hand grasping blindly at Matty's shirt. "There you go- she'll sleep on you for hours like that, hope you know you're not moving for a while," he chuckled softly, leaning back into his seat now that he was confident the baby was settled. His arm slipped naturally around Layne as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then her temple, enjoying being there with her and her brother. He wasn't convinced by Matty's tone, his brow furrowing slightly as he turned to his brother in law. "Fine? Layne mentioned that you had a friend in hospital - she was admitted when Layne was first admitted after the mist... how is she..?"

Layne wasn't sure how much Matty was going to be one to divulge any information here. The Baudelaires each in their own ways were masters of deception and keeping things internally together as well as they could so that there was no external differences day to day. She could sense he wasn't going to be forthcoming if he didn't want to be and Layne didn't want to push him on it either. "No changes, right?" she said rather shortly hoping to change the conversation for the sake of her brother.

Layne's intuition was correct and Matthew only responded with a slight shake of his head, trying not to disturb the infant as she rested against his chest but also conveying his thoughts in as simple a way as he could. There were no changes, none better and none worse which was better than the alternative in which things could have been worse but not as great as a more positive outcome. "Sooo..." he started to say with the intention of shifting the topic back toward the baby and away from himself, "... do I get first call for baby sitting duties?" 

Oliver realised he had asked too much at Layne's reaction and he flushed slightly, hoping he hadn't made the man uncomfortable. Thankfully Layne seemed to save the situation, Matty able to just shake his head before changing the subject. "Of course mate... it'll be awhile before we can leave her with people though... Layne's breastfeeding, and she's prone to clusterfeeding so we'll see how we go," he explained, eyes dropping to Addie.

"Does first-call mean on-call for emergencies or when I need to go out with my friends?" she chuckled. Layne hadn't even thought about it, but Ollie and her would have to eventually get out of the cottage without their daughter in tow. So far they had been taking turns. When either needed to go out, Addie either went with them or stayed at home with who wanted to stay in. Mostly though, they went out as a trio. "When she's ready for baby food, you'll be the first person we call."

Matthew had no idea what clusterfeeding was but it sounded intense so all he did was nod and chuckle softly, "If you need a baby break and want to go out partying with your friends then you can call me. Happy to help you both however you need it."

Ollie let out a delirious chuckle at the suggestion they'd be partying any time soon - he knew it was a joke but even the thought of having time for anything but Addie was crazy to him. Everything had been about her from the moment she'd been born. Addie let out a squawking cry and then a series of whimpers before breaking into a proper cry, and Ollie shook his head fondly, reaching to take the little girl from her Uncle and pulling himself to his feet so that he could bob a bit to try and soothe her. "Don't take it personally - she's a sensitive wee soul," he reassured Matty, cradling her close to his chest.

"I think that's a great idea Matty," she smiled at her brother for the offer. It was a kind gesture and she would definitely be taking it up for consideration in the coming weeks. As much as she loved Ollie and their little girl, being cooped up in fulfilling this new role as a mother and maintaing that as a fiancé wasn't all that Layne wanted to be. She figured she could master it all and in due time she would. "You two could even start your own special collabs with the pottery. The Matty and Addie edition!" Reaching over for the pacifier, she handed it to Ollie hoping that would help soothe their daughter.

When little Addie started to wail, Matthew was more than happy to give her up to her father, not worried at all that she'd started to cry because that's all babies did at this age. Layne suggestion did give Matty an idea and he nodded, "Yeah, yeah, that's actually a great idea. You'll have to bring her by the studio so she can start getting her hands dirty."

Ollie took the pacifier from Layne with a smile, nudging the rubber tip against Addie's lips. "Cmon bub... that's it- there you go.." he murmured, shoulders relaxing a little once she took to the pacifier, settling almost immediately. "That would be so cute... maybe she'll have the crafty gene? It's going to be so interesting to see what kind of person she turns into. We know she's fae - you see on her back where her wings are just starting"

"I think that sounds like a great idea," she smiled. Whatever her daughter would be interested in, Layne would make sure that her and Ollie supported them wholeheartedly. Perhaps she'd be interested in gardening more than sports, or hanging out at her uncle studio than reading and writing. All she wanted was fo Addie to have the healthiest and diverse upbringing as possible. More than she ever did. "I just like that I'm not the only female in this family anymore." The two of them could certainly keep the men together. "You want something to drink Matty?"

Matthew looked over at the infant as Oliver mentioned she was fae. It was kind of a shock that he hadn't really anticipated. Of course it made sense once he thought about it, Oliver was fae so there was every chance that their child could be born as such, he'd just somehow been under the assumption that she was human just like the rest of them had been when they were born. "Wow, a fae in the family," he marveled in awe then he chuckled at Layne, "Yeah, you're still out numbered but at least you aren't alone anymore." He thought about it for a second before responding, "Coffee? But if it's too much trouble then don't worry about it."

with Addie settled once more, Oliver took his same seat back next to Matty, resting the baby on his chest as his fingers moved to carefully unbutton her onesie, tugging it up gently until the notches on her back were visible. He turned a little so Matty could see, running gentle fingertips over the the beginnings of Addie's wings with a smile. "Just here, see? It's crazy huh? We kinda thought she would be but... not every fae has wings. And... yeah. Oh- it's exciting," he chuckled softly, pulling her onesie down once more to rebutton it.

"Sure, not to worry," she smiled getting up to head to the kitchen as Ollie showed Matty their daughter's wings. The doctor said she would grow into them and the wings with her. She had no idea how she was gonna deal with two faes in the household. That would surely be a whirlwind. "Hey Matty, how's your newfound powers?" she asked as she returned to hand him the coffee and supplemental creamers, milk, and sugar. "Any thoughts to how much longer this is gonna last?" Layne would love to get back to her normal self. Maybe she wouldn't feel as much on edge as she was.

Matthew peered over at the budding wings on the infant's back with awe, leaning closer on the edge of his seat to get a better look once Oliver pointed them out. "Oh yeah, hey, look at that, that's amazing. I've never seen that before." It would be incredible to watch them grow up. "Hm?" He looked away from Addie's back and toward the source of Layne's voice when she asked about his powers, shrugging slightly, "Well, I don't have crazy fire powers like you do. I think I just got faster and stronger," unaware that he had this other ability. "Honestly, I just keep reading the updates in the news but I have no idea how long it's going to last. Doesn't really seem like anyone knows what happened? Or what's going on? Kind of feels like they're more worried about those monster attacks than dealing with the mist now, which, I guess, makes sense."

[thejugheadjones]

The smirk on the other's face wasn't missed by Jug, or the way Ollie moved and seem to soak up the attention like a sponge. Jughead wasn't above praising the other, on both good behavior and his appearance. "I'm sure." Jughead mused as he waited for Oliver to stand and enter the room. "Just because I'm a Dominant shouldn't mean I'm above common decency-- not that I'm entirely against offering a bit of a show here and there." He told him, pushing the door closed once Oliver was inside. "We can save that for another time, if we decide to have one." He told him, noting the glance around the room. Jughead was aware his room wasn't anything special or furnished beyond the basics. It wasn't as though he'd had a lot on him when he was traveling or had time to try and redecorate it.

He paused a couple of feet away from Oliver when the man stopped in the middle of the room, answering the question Jughead hadn't even gotten to ask yet-- limits. He couldn't help the amused smile that crossed his face because it would seem they were on exactly the same page when it came to their limits and anti-kinks. Jughead didn't do anything with bathroom play or age play, but the daddy kink was interesting and not something he'd consider because he had tied it in with age play. "Would you look at that?" He said with an amused smile. "You and I are on the same page then. I'm not into any sort of bathroom play or age play-- and never considered a daddy kink before though since I had it tied in with age play, but consider me enlightened." He told him smirking as Oliver spoke about Jughead being as rough as the other wanted-- fair-- and that his safe word was Paris.

The dark-haired man wasn't going to pretend like he wasn't amused with Oliver, because he most definitely was. "Is there something more I should know, pretty boy?" He asked purposely keeping his gaze on Oliver's face, even when the man not so subtly showed off more of his body. "You can also stop trying to entice me, you already managed to get my attention. If you're that eager we can jump right to you showing me what a good boy you are, and if you're as pretty on your knees with my dick in your mouth as you were kneeling for me."

There's an easy smirk on Ollie's face that obvious look down his body, and the switch seemed to stretch back a little under those eyes like a cat reaching out for the sunlight. "I have my virtues." Ollie teased back before his eyebrows arched at those next words, if only for a moment before he stood up and smoothly. "Your politer than some dominants around here. Some just whip it out at the door." Ollie remarked as he followed the other into his room. He did take a moment to glance around it, if only out of interest how the other had chosen to decorate- both as his role and as the headmasters son.

He does come to a stop in the middle of the room as he regards the other for a moment. He's done these enough times to know what the dominant is likely to ask because- well, it was pretty obvious. "I don't do watersports or you know, the other stuff. And don't talk to me like I'm a child. I genuinely hate that. Though, I love a good daddy kink. Confusing, I know. You can be as rough as I want and my safe word is Paris. " he pointed out with cheeky little smirk and a tilt of his head.

"Unless you wanted to know something else?" Because hey, he might have beaten the other to the punch. His hand reached up to brush though locks of his with an easy, soft hum. His shirt pushing back to show more off that slender body off. Was he just doing it to show off that body again? Absolutely. Was it goanna work? Who knows.

[nebraskaflavor]

"Get off the internet!!!"

"Focus on getting better!"

You DARE enter MY CAVE to dig out its minerals?! MAGIC BUBBLE HEART ATTACK!!!!!

[rosaurasaurio]

💫 Wisdom provided by Mary Oliver.

[jamie-prescott]

Jamie didn't doubt for a moment that he and Oliver would disagree on what Jamie deserved, because Jamie truly didn't think he deserved anything special. A good claim that he was happy with? Yes, because as far as he was concerned everyone deserved that. He was quiet as Oliver spoke, allowing the other's voice to wash over him even as he listened to everything the older man said to him. Maybe Jamie did deserve all that, but so did everyone else in the world-- so did Oliver for that matter.

The submissive was silent for a moment, simply laying there with his head against Oliver's neck and the other's arms gently around him as those hands brushed along his back. "You deserve all that and more." Jamie finally said, slowly sitting up again so that he could actually look at Oliver as he spoke. "If I deserve to feel safe, wanted, loved and desired like you say then you deserve all that and more." He murmured. "You deserve to be accepted, loved, and cherished for the person that you are." Jamie told him, gently running his fingers along the other's cheek. "The person that you want to be and not who anyone else expects you to be." Jamie said as his fingers gently traced along Oliver's jawline. "Anyone that doesn't see how beautiful you are both inside and out, isn't worthy of your time."

It was easy to give a little smile as the other squeezed him like that. "Hmn... you're welcome" he said simply as the other lifted his head to brush those lips against his jaw. His fingers tightening slightly against Jamie as he resisted the urge to steal a kiss from the others lips.

"Pretty sure we'd spend hours arguing over what you deserve, Jamie baby." he countered as the other tucked himself back against him. A smile brushing against the others forehead once again. "Personally I think you deserve the world. To wake up every day in the most perfect happiness one can achieve. To feel safe, wanted, loved, desired." He pointed out with a little brush of that hand down the others back. "To know that you have a place- a life- that's yours." He said softly. "You, Jamie Prescot, deserve the stars." He added.

[aridecs00]

Me intrigan todas las interpretaciones que hay. Yo lo entendí como una película sobre obsesión enferma, de esa que te lleva a la locura. A continuación mi biblia con spoilers 🤣

Oliver entra a Oxford, pero no pertenece ahí A pesar de ser inteligente y diligente, nada de esto le da méritos con las personas, pero conoce a Felix, alguien totalmente opuesto a él despertando esta fascinación que evoluciona a una obsesión enferma.

Rápidamente detecta el complejo de salvador de Felix y conoce qué papel debe jugar para captar su atención y su amistad (Oliver se lo dijo en el laberinto: “te di lo que querías”). Así que se aferra a ese personaje. Por supuesto, una parte significativa de su enamoramiento por Felix se debe a su trasfondo de privilegio. Es esta crianza de clase alta la que permite a Felix ser despreocupado y encantador, ser un "príncipe" que obtiene sin esfuerzo el afecto y el amor de todos. Para Felix, su única preocupación es el hecho de que demasiadas personas lo amen. Supongo que eso es en parte la "comodidad" que Felix encontró en Oliver, como dijo Venecia.

La "compasión" de Felix es un rasgo que Oliver explota, por eso pretende ser de clase baja, tener una familia disfuncional, padres con problemas de adicciones y enfermedades mentales y miente sobre la mu3_t3 de su papá, Esta bondad, aparentemente pura de Felix, también parece condescendiente. Podríamos decir que él y su mamá adoptan a estas personas como mascotas, las cuidan, las visten, se entretienen con ellas, sienten una especie de satisfacción al observar la tragedia humana de cerca, suspirando con simpatía y satisfacción sabiendo que tienen el poder de acogerlas y ser los héroes en la historia. Pero pierden el interés igual de rápido, aburriéndose y deshaciéndose de ellos cuando se vuelven inconvenientes (Oliver, Pamela, incluso Farleigh).

La obsesión de Oliver por Felix se profundiza, Oliver quiere la atención de felix, ser importante para el. No exige nada de Felix, solo quiere asegurarse un lugar a su lado para siempre, y aunque sabe que Felix no le dará lo que quiere, lo toma de otras maneras (la bañera, su hermana y primo).

Desafortunadamente, el momento de rechazo llega antes de lo esperado. Felix al intentar ayudar a Oliver a reconciliarse con su familia expone las mentiras cuidadosamente elaboradas. Cuando Oliver termina de entender que no hay vuelta atrás en su relación con Felix, que Felix no lo perdonará y lo encuentra repugnante, y que ya no lo considera un amigo, es cuando su devoción se transforma en instinto as-3sin0. En su mente, prefiere que Felix mu-3r4 a que lo odie o se aleje de él.

Desvivió al amante que no pudo retener y, una vez consumido por el arrepentimiento, cambia el objeto de su obsesión a Saltburn, el único lugar donde queda algo de Felix (Siento que podemos apreciar muy bien su profundo arrepentimiento y devoción por Felix, en la escena de la tumba, aferrándose a lo que puede consumido por el dolor de su perdida aunque el fue quien lo provoco). Es como un autocastigo vivir con el fantasma de lo que ya no puede tener, pero es incapaz de soltarlo, así que se aferra a la esencia de Felix.

Durante toda la película oliver se miente a si mismo, escuchamos al oliver adulto decir "no estaba enamorado de el" mientras nos muestran como lame el dreanje, "No fumo" cuando lit la película empieza con el fumando.... el final es el tratando de convencerse que acabar con Felix y su familia era necesario...

En fin

[writelikeyouarerunningoutof]

@potestmagice | liked for a starter.

"Oliver," Laurel starts, carefully, slowly, calmly. "You know I love you, but if you ate my very clearly marked ice-cream, they're never going to find your body." It has been a long day - a long week, even - and all she wants is to veg out on her couch and forget the cases she's been working on. But her ice-cream is gone, and Laurel is a teeny-tiny bit peeved. Oliver's getting the brunt of it because he's here.

[jamie-prescott]

Jamie's own smile couldn't have left his face if he tried, his finger moving to brush along Oliver's smile. It made the other's eyes shine and there was something enjoyable that it was aimed directly at him, that Jamie was the one able to make Oliver smile like that, if only in this moment. He made a mental note that one day he wanted to truly worship Oliver, show the other just how beautiful that he was. He never failed to make Jamie feel desirable and prove that he wanted him, and it only seemed right to do the same.

He gave a small shrug at the almost rhetorical question, because Jamie did know that it was a weakness of Oliver's, but it made the submissive relieved to know Jamie lived up to what Oliver had imagined. "I'm just glad I lived up to your imagination, my queen." Jamie told him, choosing to be honest with his thoughts considering honesty and communication were the only way they'd truly work if they planned to pursue anything. "I can't say I ever considered stockings or panties before, but... the whole point of exploration is to try new things." Jamie reminded him. "Guess the only way to find out if I'd enjoy it would be to let you dress me up." He told him, fully confident that Oliver wouldn't make him feel bad if Jamie decided it wasn't for him. The idea had never crossed the submissive's mind before, but he spoke the truth about being willing to try it. Plus, a small part of him was intrigued by the thought of lingerie.

The submissive was fully aware that Oliver enjoyed his mouth, and Jamie fully enjoyed pleasuring Oliver's cock until the other came down his throat. He bit his lip to avoid giggling as he heard Oliver gasp, feeling the other's cock twitch beneath him. Jamie faked a look of 'who me?' at Oliver's comment. Jamie gave a sharp gasp as Oliver's hand suddenly rained a smack down onto his ass, hard enough that Jamie jerked a bit, but it only made his cock harder inside of those shorts that currently did little to hide his erection. "I'm your naughty boy, my queen." Jamie told him, leaning closer so that they were inches apart. "However will you handle such a naughty thing like me?"

It was an easy thing to tilt his head into the others touch as it glided along his jawline, that smile on his face not fading for a moment. As much as Oliver gave out that ever confident showing of his own gender fluidity, words like that still mattered to him. Being desirable. Being sort after. Being considered beautiful. And now, strangely, being the one with power. Being with Jamie nurtured that side of the switch he hadn't always given the attention it deserved. Every time the other uttered that custom title, he couldn't help but feel sparks dance off in his brain in the most perfect of ways. His eyes noted that blush with a twinkle in his eyes- enjoying it just as much as he ever did. "How could I not? You know it's a weakness of mine and this sight is...even better than I could ever dream." He pointed out in that soft, powerful tone with a little brush of his hands down along the others back and teased his fingers along the hem of those black and glittery shorts.

"Oh really? Hm, careful. It might end up with you in long black stockings and panties. Or even smaller shorts than this." Ollie pointed out but his words weren't forceful. Even if his own words had painted pretty pictures of the other wearing such things in his head. If the other was serious about that offer, he'd jump on it in a heartbeat but even now- he was trying to run things by Jamie's timetable. It had been the game plan up until now and he couldn't exactly argue with the results as he had a lapful of Jamie.

"Sort of a hard thing to miss." He pointed out as the other settled onto his lap proper, his head tilting back slightly as that hands ran along the back of his back. "Your lips stuffed with my cock, kind of my favorite thing." He pointed out and was about to say more before there was that sudden grind of the others hips down along his lap and cock, the switch gasping as he felt his own cock jump at that. "Oh yeah- your bad huh?" Ollie bought a hand down to smack over the others ass at that, hard enough to get a reaction out of Jamie.

"Naughty, naughty boy." The tone clearly betrayed that Jamie wasn't in any sort of trouble.

[wickedquecn]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 ( 03/06 )

escolha uma frase daqui, daqui ou daqui (se quiser pode especificar quem está falando, senão irei considerar que é a asha) + @ do seu personagem + lugar (opcional, vou no aleatório) para uma interação com o asha ivone grimhilde, a rainha má.

[daryj]

como (não) cozinhar para félix

feita em: 17.03.2024

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obs: qualquer inspiração, credite-me, por favor!

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[blue-madd]

Made some picrews for my new Elmentian paras + the 3 older babies~

O'Liv,

Enh'eyra,

Atlas, Mona, Tori

[thejugheadjones]

Jughead knew Oliver was confident and it was a trait Jughead truly found attractive, and it really did look good on the other Switch. "Oh, I know you're happy to back it up, pretty boy," Jughead confirmed. "I think it's a close call which of us will enjoy that more." He continued, watching with an amused look at the subtle responses from Oliver as Jughead shifted. For someone who was attempting to come to terms with the fact he just might be a switch, it was moments like this where he questioned if he'd truly enjoy being in a reversed situation. Would he enjoy being on his knees for someone in the same way that Oliver seemed to enjoy it? He wasn't sure if he would, but that didn't matter at the moment as he allowed himself to focus strictly on Oliver and the current moment.

He liked to toy with his partners, that much Jughead couldn't deny. He enjoyed seeing the desire build on their face, and Oliver was just so responsive in his desire as he watched the kneeling man's face. Though the most enjoyable sight was watching as the want built more on Oliver's face as Jughead tugged his bottoms down, revealing what they both knew Oliver wanted in some capacity. He continued to stroke himself slowly, his actions pausing only momentarily as he saw Oliver drawing closer, curious to see if the other would wait or attempt to touch him. "Good boy." He said when it was clear Oliver was hovering close by but he was refraining and waiting for the okay to actually touch him.

The sight of Oliver just below his cock, the tease of what it would look like with his cock between those pouty lips of his only seemed to make Jughead harder, at least until Oliver opened his mouth again and spoke like the needy slut that he was. "Such a cock hungry little slut." Jughead told him, dropping one hand down to Oliver's hair, gripping the hair firmly enough to keep the other's head from moving until Jughead allowed it as he just barely avoided tapping Ollie's lips with his leaking cock. "Though you have been awfully patient." Jughead mused, slowly loosening the hand in Oliver's hair, but keeping his hand still resting on the other's head. "Go ahead, pretty boy, take a taste if you want it."

It was hard not give a smile at that compliment to his own confidence, even if it was a simple throw away comment by Jughead. Oliver lived his life by his confidence, it was a trait so inbuilt in him it might has well been on the Smythe family crest. "Obviously- And I'll be happy to prove that I can back it up in anyway you might desire. Sir." Ollie's eyes danced up at the other as he spoke. There was another pleased little reaction as those legs settled either side of him, like he enjoyed behind trapped by the other like that. Surrounded by the dominant with such a simple act of power, it caused jolts of pleasure to tease right between his legs. It was moments like this that made him doubt his own switchness- when powerful men could make him melt with such ease.

He was going to reply to those words as the other stripped off that shirt but instead he held his tongue and just took the moment to admire that shirtless form, his eyes wandering down further to spy that hard cock tenting the other pants with a little suck of his cheek. He could feel that desire for the other rising with every passing moment, and his own cock start to rise between his legs as he knelt on the floor in front of the other. "Oh?" Came the hopeful voice of Ollie and those wide, bright eyes as the other said he'd allowed him to see more- though his playfulness was only barely contained for a moment.

Oliver's true sluttiness came out when the other stood up and pushed those pants and briefs down, to show off that cock to the kneeling boy. His eyes darken with want and need as he watched the other stroke that cock before him, so very close to him. Those pouty lips even parted in a soft gasp as he gave a little nod at those words. "Yes, Sir.." He whimpered slightly as he leaned forward and tilted his head back just a touch to let his lips hover just below the others cock, as if already giving him the sight of what it would look like to have them between them.

But still stayed back enough that he wasn't touching the other without his permission. "Fuck yes. I wanted to see that, Sir. And I would love to touch it. Taste you. Sir." The slut muttered, already aching for a chance.

[lismarstclair]

When: 27th of June, 2024 Where: Private Primary School

“Good Afternoon, Ms. Lisette. This is Chloé and Olivia’s school, and we are calling because we had an incident involving your twins and another student. We will need you to come to the school as soon as possible to speak with the headmaster.”

Her heels clicked on the floor of the school in her strides towards the headmaster’s office. What could have happened to warrant a call from the school? They were intentionally vague on the phone, but she would get to the bottom of this before they left. Holding her face tight, she fought against the pain in her knees. Was she supposed to be wearing heels, no, but she compromised in wearing one-inch heels instead of her traditional three. The pain was a now low ache, but with her tensed muscles, her pain was exacerbated. 

“Ms. Marseille-St Clair, we are so happy you could-,”

“Where are my daughters?”

The front office administrator was kind enough; however, Lisette needed to see her girls.

“Of course, ma’am. Right this way.”

Walking around the back of the office and down a hall, Lisette sees her twins sitting in chairs outside of the headmaster’s office. Olivia looked anxious as she fidgeted with the buttons on her uniform. Chloé’s face showed clear anger, but Lisette’s attention was on the ice pack resting on her left hand. Olivia sees her first, and elbows her sister, “Mama! He-”

“Wait,” she tells them before turning to the young woman who guided her here, “Let the headmaster know I am here and would like to speak with him,” given a quick nod, Lisette squats down -pushing past the pain in her knees- and looks at her daughter’s hand, “Oh love, what happened?” she asks slipping into French to keep their talk more private.

“He was running his mouth. This boy, Michael, was trying to say things to anger me and I was tired of hearing it. I was gonna walk away, I swear I was,” Chloé’s explanation came out fast, she wanted to make sure she got her point heard, “But then he said… He said other stuff and Uncle Oliver always said not to let that slide,”

She knew her daughter admired Oliver, but she had not imagined she would model violence, “Said what? What could this little boy have said that would warrant you physically hurting someone?”

Chloé sat still, her eyes looking away from her mother and to her twin who began to speak for her, “Michael said-”

“Ms. Marseille-St Clair, I understand you want to speak with me about the altercation,”

The headmaster’s voice breaks their moment and garners her attention. “Headmaster Williams,” Lisette greets him while pushing up to a stand straight. 

“He said our family is dirty and that’s why we don’t have a dad,” Olivia spoke fast and under her breath. Just loud enough for Lisette to hear. “Uncle Oliver always said family came first and you defend your family. That’s why she did it,” Her two girls kept their heads down, clearly upset. Olivia was likely more upset with being in trouble, but Chloé was still angry about what was said.

Looking back to her daughters, Lisette leaned down and kissed both their foreheads, “Wait here and I’ll be out shortly,”

_____

“I never expected to have to call you in for something like this,” Mr. Williams began, “They are both bright girls and have never had an issue come up before,” The older man sat behind the oversized desk before continuing, “Unfortunately, a situation such as this is a delicate matter,”

“Could you tell me what happened?” Lisette had heard Chloé’s side of the event, but she was curious how the headmaster might present the facts. 

“Well, it is my understanding that their class was outside for a break and preparing to return when Chloé was seen speaking with another student. I am told a few words were exchanged and then she swung her fist in their face. The reporting staff monitoring the class said that they did not see any reason for the behavior,” clearing his throat, Lisette remains silent, “You can surely understand that this matter must be handled swiftly and with the insistence that it does not happen again,”

“I completely agree,”

“You do?”

“I do. What is to be done about the student that provoked my daughter?” His eyes widen behind his thick glasses, and he stumbles over his words. She took this moment to continue, “My daughters, as you pointed out, have no prior issues here. Neither disciplinary or academic. With no record of such behavior, would it not suggest that the other student could have provoked this situation?” her question comes with raised brows. He shifts in his seat while she goes on, “Furthermore, this reporting staff member may not have seen any reason for the act, but did she hear what was said?”

Mr. Williams sits straight in his chair and leans forward on his forearms, hands clasped tightly, before replying, “No. She did not say she heard the conversation, just that she saw them talking,”

“Did the staff member speak with the other student to ask what was being discussed? Did they ask any of the students around them? Did they even bother to ask either of my daughters what was said?” The older man was silent. She never raised her voice, though she wished to scream at the top of her lungs for daring to insinuate that her daughters would behave without reason. “Though I may not agree with her choice of defense, I can understand her outrage over what the other student insinuated,”

“And what was that?”

“Perhaps had you done a proper investigation, you would already know. Instead, I had to hear from my upset seven-year-old that they were told their ‘family is dirty’ and ‘the reason they are fatherless’,”

The older man recoiled in his seat, scratching at his white wire beard. “Now, I will take my daughters home and keep them for the rest of the week. When I return on Monday, I expect to hear from your office administrator that something is being done about the little boy who berated my daughters. Should I find out nothing was done, you will be seeing me again,” standing from her seat, Lisette straightened her blouse and pulled her purse back over her shoulder, “I do hope this is the last time I have to speak with you about this, headmaster,”

_____

Still recovering from the kidnapping, Lisette wasn’t yet permitted to drive, so they traveled in a blacked-out escalade. With her daughters in the third row, Lisette sat in the captain’s chair in the middle and texted on her phone.

“Mama, am I in trouble?”

Chloé’s question was simple enough, but the answer was anything but simple. Of course, Lisette could not actively encourage fighting but wouldn’t punish her for defending herself or her family. She could tell her about 'trying to remain calm' in all situations, but that wasn’t helpful with a seven-year-old. “You are not going back to school till Monday,” It wasn’t an answer, and the girls knew it.

“Because Cece punched Michael?”

“Yes, because your sister punched that boy,”

“He had it coming. He is a rude boy and deserved it,” Chloé firmly believed that what she did was justified. If Lisette were honest, she didn’t mind that she had hurt the other boy. Family mattered most and her oldest was simply standing firm in that defence. 

Lisette sighed heavily and put her phone in her bag, “We can’t punch everyone who speaks badly about our family,” there are not enough hours in the day for it.

“But Uncle Oliver says-”

“I know what your Uncle says!” Lisette snaps, momentarily losing her composure and slapping her hands down on her thighs. Rarely did she lose control in front of her daughters, but Lisette was not entirely herself again. Taking a deep breath Lisette turned her body around to face the girls, “Listen. I don’t disagree with the premise of what your Uncle says occasionally, just the methods he uses to execute his response,”

Chloé and Olivia look at one another for a moment, neither saying anything. Lisette waits for either to speak, but when neither girl talks, she turns forward and runs her hand over her knees. 

“So I am in trouble?”

Leaning her head back, Lisette lets a sigh slowly before replying, “Chérie… You are not not in trouble,”

“Okay,” Chloé hesitated with a trill of her voice, “Am I in trouble enough that I can’t watch TV?”

Smirking, Lisette closes her eyes at the simplicity her children still had, “I’ll think about it,”

The next few minutes pass in silence before Lisette hears Chloé speak again, “That wig looks good on you Mama,”

Chuckling, Lisette looks over her shoulder to her girls with their matching mischievous smiles.

[honeybeehimbowrites]

open to: female muses (28+) plot: based on the movie life as we know it. our muses have never gotten along, but their best friends are married and have a kid together, so they've made it work. they both get a call late at night telling them their best friends have been in a car crash and have passed away. they meet at the police station, little do they know they're both appointed as guardians to their best friend's kid in case they both die.

oliver felt numb, he had never been good with emotions, but even now he could feel his heart in his throat. it was all so unreal and it was strange driving to the police station, he kept thinking it wasn't real, that he was going to walk in those doors and he was going to talk to someone and they would be confused, because this was all a big misunderstanding, it had to be. as soon as he walked into the police station though, he knew it wasn't. because she was there and he had never seen her this broken before. sure they weren't the best of friends, they despised each other eighty percent of the time and found ways to annoy the other person. but all that didn't matter now. oliver looked at her and walked towards her and he just opened his arms and enveloped her in them. he told himself it was for her, but he needed it too.

[jamie-prescott]

Jamie could feel Oliver's arousal, the erection behind him, and the smirk against his skin. Jamie was sure he'd think back on this and turn fifty shades of red, but in the moment, he didn't even care. He knew where they were, but he also knew the door was locked and nobody was coming inside unless one of them opened it and he knew, without a doubt, Oliver wouldn't open the door until Jamie unlocked it.

He could practically feel the thoughts running through Oliver's head as the other seemed to process what Jamie had said-- what Jamie was asking him for. He gasped softly as his shorts were suddenly ripped down his legs, exposing him to the other man. That realization only lasted for a brief second as Oliver's hand suddenly found his hair, gripping his curls and suddenly yanking his head back. Jamie choked on a moan as Ollie's lips suddenly found his and claimed his lips in a hungry kiss that only left Jamie wanting more.

The twinge of pain he felt against his scalp was new, but it also only seemed to make his cock throb with desire. He didn't doubt Oliver would fuck him for hours. Jamie just wasn't sure if he'd end up begging Oliver to stop or if he'd actually beg him for more. When he felt those talented fingers tease along his sensitive and leaking head, Jamie couldn't help the needy whimper he made against Oliver's mouth. "Yours, my queen." Jamie confirmed, even as he gave another needy whimper. "I want to feel you." Jamie managed in a breathy tone, Oliver's grip still in his hair. "I want to feel you for days after you're through with me."

He adored every little reaction Jamie gave him, he could feel himself falling into the submissive again and again in moments like this. Those moans went straight to his cock and he could feel himself smirking against the others neck. He could feel how hard the other was getting under that finger, how eager Jamie was even though this was a situation that was certainly a rare thing to do. Even with the door closed, it was still more than a little public. There's a little pause of his lips on that neck as the other spoke again and reminded him of that safeword and that he didn't need to temper his more dominant and masculine impulses he might have had. To be rough, to hear the other moan and whine and whimper for him.

His fingers curled into a fist for a moment before they moved down to curl into the hem of Jamie's shirts and ripped them down off the others legs, exposing him as the other hand reached for those dark curls of Jamie he adored so much to tug that head back harshly so he could let his lips find the younger boys in a hungry, hungry kiss. While he didn't actually speak, the implication was clear. He'd gotten that message.

His hand brushed over that exposed body to curl around the others cock to give it a few loving strokes.

'I could fuck you for hours and never get tired..." He teased against those lips, whispering against them.

"Leave you dripping with me..." He promised as he teased his fingers over the sensitive head.

"My beautiful boy..."