oliver webster

i made a new blog. that i wasn’t gonna promo but wine and my boredom has said otherwise! i kind of retired oliver bc it was time. idk. anyway, i got my hours cut bc capitalism sucks so i have time to rp. 

it’s kind of a multimuse + there is a diff richard oc if that’s ur jam. along with others if that’s ur jam.

“I guess so.” Her smile hadn’t gone anywhere as they spoke and Georgie was just trying to shake her brothers from her head. the last thing she needed was for the guy flirting with her to know she was related to the wanker considering running for prime minister in the near future. He was her brother sure, but even Georgie could admit the man was a wanker. “Let’s just say it’s really nice to have none of them around for a little bit.”

Oliver was enjoying her company more than he thought he would have. She was pretty and that was struck him first, but usually that didn’t always work out so well for him. “It gives me more time to flirt with you.” He winked at her. “Which just makes me want to spend a lot more time with you and I can say I’m glad there aren’t siblings around for that one.” 

It was almost as if he knew, but then again had he put all the dots together, had he realised that clearly there was something different about her and that’s why he’d brought up the hero thing, too see if she’d be willing to spill the beans… no that was just purely coincidental. “Please do, my own personal hero.” She mused again, letting herself be pulled along before she bit her lip, Oliver said all the right things, everything she wanted to hear and it made her nearly impatient for their room to be ready. “Every last inch?” She repeated, her eyes briefly catching his as they made their way back into the lobby. “But how will you know if I’m sweet enough for that?” Another tease, a smirk on her lips before she spotted the receptionist who helped them before waving her over. She handed the keys over and explained that they were on the top floor, penthouse suite, and the staff had done everything to try and accommodate for their special night but Jenna didn’t care about that anymore, she just wanted to get her husband to their room and she wanted it now.

his words had her all but shivering, clenching as heat shot straight to her core - but she had to hold herself back from pulling away to speak, a short, “i’d look prettier with your cock inside of me,” all but hanging on the tip of her tongue, begging to be released. but instead, she settled for running that very same tongue against the tip of his cock before she continued moving her mouth over his length, for a moment before pulling back. her hand continued to stroke over his cock, spit working as some sort of lube as her mouth lowered, lips pressing a few small kisses to her husband’s balls, a tiny giggle escaping her lips as she did. “now that’s how i like to hear you talk to me,” she cooed softly, unable to resist the temptation to move her free hand between her thighs, a soft gasp escaping her soon after. her tongue flicked against them lightly before she pulled back, her mouth returning to the tip of his cock, tongue teasing it playfully as she glanced up at him, taking a deep breath before allowing her mouth to move down his length once again, all the way down until her lips were wrapped around his base, pausing for a moment before she pulled back, faint tears gathering in the corners of her eyes from the effort.

“I take mine black,” Verity answered with a shrug of her shoulders. She had paperwork in her hands and made the mistake of looking at him when she spoke. As one of the most promising members of the squad, it was a bit off that Verity was as quiet as she was. She usually took newcomers under her wing and excitedly helped them dive right into work but a change in her relationship status left her unable to look any of her coworkers in the eye. The captain had yet to notice anything off about her behavior since she was still getting her work done in a timely manner. “So I can appreciate the offer but assure you you needn’t share with me.”

“Well I guess you’ll have to prove to me that I should change my mind about it, huh? You know I’m stubborn.” Zoe shook her head at him, running her hand along his leg. “You want to play that game then I’ll remind you that I’ve heard her having sex and let you imagine what that was like.” She shrugged, “That’s highly likely.”

“Very stubborn, but so I am. Guess we’ll have to work that out.” He teased, a soft hum of contentment coming past his lips. “I’d much rather think about us having sex. A lot more fun, I think.” He nodded. “Seems I will have to knock you down a few pegs then, won’t I? Two egos is mighty dangerous, sweetheart.” 

( @olliscot​ // cont )

    Anna chuckled quietly, though she nuzzled deeper into the pillows instead of saying anything else as Oliver walked out of their bedroom to grab their crying baby. It was impossible to lie - the kid was their own. He was the perfect mix of both of their genes with her incredibly dark hair and Oliver’s beautiful blue eyes. The baby looked so tiny in the Alpha’s arms - it was almost amusing to watch the first couple of times as Oliver carried their son around, the size difference was making her chuckle a whole lot. As he tried to be so careful. So delicate.

   “Daddy did not spend over thirteen hours in labour.” Anna pointed out playfully, kicking at the Alpha’s thigh playfully when he came to sit on the bed next to where she laid. She was still exhausted, barely a couple days having passed since their son was born and needless to say it took a LOT to adjust to their new routine. Anna was still getting used to the baby actually being OUT of her belly, preferring to be comofortable and wearing Oliver’s hoodies the entire time instead of any of her actual clothes “—and Daddy did not give me a good morning kiss yet.” She added teasingly “I’m apalled.”

          The little boy in his arms was always so fragile. The last thing Oliver wanted to do was accidentally drop him and make the little nugget cry. He hated when his son cry. It made his protective instincts kick into overdrive. While he was sure that would balance out eventually it hadn’t yet. Eventually he would get the hang of this being a father to a whole human being he needed to take care of with a few less irrational fears he hadn’t know he was even capable of. Learn something new every day.

Bradley couldn’t take his eyes off Oliver, he loved watching him panting, and moaning, feeling how the other were tensing around his cock, it was like he could feel him growing into his orgasm. When the man were practically beginning for release, Bradly came up above the other, grabbed onto his hips, and to put it plainly, pound himself into the Scot, giving him everything he had in that moment, and when he felt him shaking in orgasm, Bradley’s hips slowed to work Oliver through it, his own cock throbbing & pulsating inside of his ass, a moan of release & satisfaction purred out of his lips. As he calmed, he carefully removed his cock from the other, before flopping onto the side next to him to catch his breath, and to admire Oliver in the after glow. “That was perfect.” he muttered as his fingers brushed his cheek. “Do you want anything? Whiskey? Coffee? Pillows?” he eyed the mess underneath Oliver “A towel?”