- Two Years Ago (on tumblr and ao3 ) – @techieoliver wrote this for me recently it’s so hotttt I almost self-combusted reading it
- this fic, also by @techieoliver, is pretty old but it’s one of my absolute favorites
- Ain’t No Sunshine by Bartholomew on ao3 – BUT REALLY, EVERYONE GO READ ALL OF BARTHOLOMEW’S FICS, I CAN’T STRESS ENOUGH HOW AMAZING THEY ALL ARE.
- Power and Control by @conwalshs – I actually reblogged this one earlier today bc I re-read it again so you might’ve seen it already. but it’s one of my absolute faves so I’m still mentioning it.
for anyone who hasn’t seen the other coliver smut fics I’ve recommended, you can find that list here.
also, @techieoliver wrote more smut for me that she hasn’t gotten a chance to post on tumblr yet, but I’ll update this post with a link to it once she posts it (it’s really good, so keep an eye out for it).
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Can we just talk about the fact that Connor will probably never be able to get his mind out of the gutter while sitting in that classroom ever again
He totally won’t be able to focus in that room again.
The first class back, Connor has a couple flashbacks before Annalise has called them to order, as people are still milling about talking about their weekends and sharing notes. In his mind’s eye, Connor sees Oliver on that desk, keening back in pleasure, and he shuts it down immediately. For the entire lecture he refuses to let his mind wander, focusing intently on the material and taking down Annalise’s dictation almost word-for-word.
The next few classes are more of the same, Connor refusing to let his mind go down that path. But then one day he slips up.
Annalise kept them late the night before and, between the stress and too much caffeine, Connor couldn’t sleep. He’d laid awake for hours, staring at the ceiling and nudging Oliver ever time Oliver’s snoring started to get a bit too loud. Now it’s time for class and Connor just doesn’t have the energy to keep himself so rigidly focused. So, Connor lets his mind go…
Connor sees Oliver baring his neck, mouth falling open on a soundless cry, while he runs his tongue up the cord of Oliver’s neck, licking up the sweat and salt. Oliver knotting his hand in Connor’s hair to hold him there while Oliver fucks into his mouth. Oliver panting and pleading, mouth open against Connor’s temple, while Connor pounds into him. Oliver latching onto Connor’s shoulder, biting down hard to stifle his cry of release, a fleeting thought to be quiet lest some outside party hears.
The second Annalise releases the class for the day, Connor rushes out of the lecture hall, his bag strategically held in front of him. Michaela texts him as he’s driving home because they were supposed to get lunch together and go over the tort material again before this afternoon’s quiz. Connor shoots off an apology text from the parking deck of their building as he rushes inside. His hand trembles a little unlocking the apartment door and he just drops his bag and school crap in a pile on the counter. As he makes his way to their bedroom, Connor slips off his coat and tugs off his tie, whips off his shirt and steps out of his pants. He calls Oliver’s cell as he slips under the sheets and gets situated.
“Connor.” Oliver’s voice is brusque and clipped. Oliver’s deep into work mode and isn’t that just perfect. “What do you need?”
“Oh, Mr. Hampton,” Connor croons out. His tone is breathless and husky and Connor smiles sly when he’s Oliver’s breath hitch at it. “I need you.”
It should be simple, right? This love thing.
But nothing feels like it fits. Everything’s out of place. Connor worst of all.
What does he know about love?
He kisses Oliver down the line of his jaw. He’s good at kissing. Good at pretending that his heart pounds so fiercely only in anticipation. He hides his trembling fingers by clutching the sheets in tight fists.
His kisses trail down Oliver’s neck to his collarbone. He lingers there, nosing at Oliver’s shoulder. He needs a minute, to breathe. He can’t seem to catch his breath anymore.
“Connor,” Oliver whispers. Worships. Makes a prayer of the name. Connor isn’t worthy. He’s a monster in the shell of a man, and Oliver’s an angel.
Connor buries his face in Oliver’s chest, unable to look him in the eye. He kisses over Oliver’s heart once, twice, three times. This perfect heart that Oliver’s said is his. But what if Connor breaks it? He’s never owned another’s heart before.
Oliver’s hands brush through Connor’s hair. His thumb traces a small circle on Connor’s cheek, drawing him up, drawing him back. Connor goes willingly. He’d do anything for this man. Maybe that’s part of love. Connor doesn’t know.
“Connor.” It’s different now. Still reverent but also something else. Something deeper. Adoration. Love? More, understanding. “Connor,” he says again, gently, and Connor takes a breath.
Oliver’s hand slips to Connor’s chest. To his heart. He doesn’t need to stake a claim. He already owns what’s there.
“Connor.”
Is this what love is? To feel like you’re dying and flying at once?
Oliver’s eyes are soft. His smile, open and kind. And Connor would die a hundred times over to keep him right here – safe, happy, sunshine in human casing. It burns being close, but God, it feels so good too.
Maybe Connor doesn’t mind the flames. He’s always liked playing with fire.
“I love you,” Connor says, because it is that simple, and yet isn’t, all at once.
“I know,” Oliver tells him, in a way that also says, I see you. A way that says, I understand. Says, You belong. “I know, Connor.”
Connor knows nothing of love. But he’s learning.
(2×08 spoilers. timeline: mid-episode)
Connor hasn’t said one word since they got home. They cleaned up the milk, put away the groceries, and now sit in silence on the couch. They should go to bed. It’s well after 3 in the morning. But Connor hasn’t suggested it yet, and Oliver isn’t sure he could sleep anyway.
Connor grips his knees, white-knuckled. He takes heavy breaths and opens his mouth as if to start speaking. Oliver waits, but Connor only exhales, sometimes with a sigh, sometimes not, always wordless.
It’s the longest they’ve ever gone without talking while just sitting there. No television. No radio. No music. No tapping of fingers over a keyboard. Silence.
“Say something,” Oliver says, loud in the quiet though he meant the words soft.
Connor huffs out a small laugh. It quickly dies. “Like what?”
“Anything.”
Connor’s mouth shuts like a steel trap.
“Connor, please.” Oliver doesn’t know if it’s the please or the way his voice trembles as he says it, but something makes Connor turn his head. His face is emotionless, guarded, but those dark eyes are damp and tired – and sad. “Just say something.”
“Tell me what to say,” Connor says. “Tell me, and I’ll say it.”
A Coliver 2×08 Coda (note: gets very very slightly nsfw under the cut)
“So, Mr. Hampton,” Connor says through a grin as he props his head up with a hand. “And questions on the material covered today?”
His pulse is still pounding through his veins and he hasn’t quite caught his breath yet but Oliver still chuckles. “Maybe a few,” he says.
“Really?” Connor lets the word drag out and his grin spreads even wider. He trails a hand down Oliver’s side and over his stomach, his fingertips lightly dancing over the skin. “You didn’t think the lecture was thorough.”
“Oh no. It was very thorough.” Oliver bites his lip a little, trying to go for coy but he’s smiling too much wide for it to really land. “I just still have some questions. Some…details that we might have to go over it again.”
“I can see that,” Connor concedes. His fingers pass Oliver’s heart and Connor pauses to press his hand flat against Oliver’s heart to feel it beat against his palm.
Oliver lifts a hand to brush the hair off Connor’s forehead. “Maybe it’s something we could discuss in office hours.”
“Office hours?” Connor repeats in disbelief. When Oliver just nods, Connor busts out laughing, his head falling down on Oliver’s shoulder.
“What?” Oliver asks, suddenly doubtful. He thought he understood the game they were playing but now Connor’s laughing so hard he’s almost crying.
“Nothing. It’s just…office hours,” Connor manages to get out through through the laugher.
“Why is that funny?” Oliver demands. The doubt is gone from his voice only to be replaced by a twinge of embarrassment.
“No. It’s not. I’m sorry. It’s just-” Managing to quell his giggles, Connor props his head back up with a hand. “It’s just…” Whatever excuse or reason Connor’d been prepared to give fled from his mind when he looked down at Oliver. Oliver, lying there on Annalise’s desk, looking happy and sated and safe. “I love you,” Connor whispers. He still isn’t quite used to saying it yet.
Yet more Coliver 2×07 coda – first
“Came up empty.” Frank’s voice cuts through the air and Connor startles in his seat at Annalise’s table.
“Nothing at all there?” Connor whips around to see Annalise sitting to his right with her hand gently covering his. When had she joined him?
“Nada,” Frank says. “No sign of a struggle or break in. Place was clean.” He huffs a bit. “Well, clean enough.” Then to Connor, “I picked up a few things. Would it kill you or your boytoy to dust once in a while?”
“You went to our house!” Connor begins, ignoring the insult to Oliver. He’ll deal with that later. He starts to stand up and confront Frank. How dare he go there? What was he thinking? “What the hell-!”
Annalise’s hand tightens on Connor’s. “I sent him over there.”
Connor turns on her; his anger vicious and wild. “Why? Why would you do that? What’s the point of-?”
“You weren’t telling us anything.”
“I was! I told you.” Hadn’t she been listening? “I came home and-” Connor begins again.
i need to run dry – Connor goes to Las Vegas with Asher (Coliver fanfic). This is something I’ve wanted to turn into a multi chapter fic but idk if i’ll end up doing that so for now you get this. This may also be known as ‘I’m supposed to write a 500 word paper but instead i chose to write +1000 words of fan fiction because i’m emotional about oliver’.
~1,700 words
When
Asher had first asked Connor if he would be up for going on a
young-fun-and-single-guys trip to Las Vegas, Connor had obviously said no.Asher Millstone was the exact kind of guy
whom Connor could not stand for more than a few hours at a time, so the
prospect of spending a whole weekend with him was more than Connor could take.
But Asher was desperate to go and since he had more money than he could count,
he had offered to pay everything for Connor. Connor Walsh was a man who could
recognise a good deal from a long distance and he had to admit it: it was a
good deal. So Connor had packed his bags and had headed off to Vegas with
Asher.And now he was drunk. Very, very drunk.
I found my favorite post ever and it makes a pretty damn good prompt especially for these fluffy morons (Coliver).
“Spooning? More like let’s see how much “accidental” booty wiggling it takes to get him hard.”
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Connor will swear from here until the end of the world that
he’s not a cuddler but after a long day, he really does like to curl around
Oliver and hold him against his chest. Or when it gets really bad, he lets
Oliver slide into their bed behind him and be the big spoon even though Connor
tends to take a little longer to get comfortable that way.
I wish you would write a fic where Oliver accepts the ‘we aren’t exclusive’ status and his mum/sis sets up blind dates for him so he goes because he knows Connor is going to leave one day
I’m sorry, Nonny, but Connor Walsh would catch wind of this ‘plan’ and shut it down in a heartbeat.
“What do you mean you think your mom is setting you up with someone?!?!” Connor yells. Then, before Oliver can even try to explain, he just keeps ranting. “She knows you have a boyfriend. She knows about me. We had dinner with them last week! I mean, we LIVE together and everything!” Connor tugs a hand through his hair. “I mean, for fuck’s sake, I picked out her damn birthday present! WHY THE FUCK IS SHE SETTING YOU UP WITH PEOPLE??”
Oliver protests that “Hey! I picked out her present” but Connor just levels a look at him that says “We both know you picked out shit.”
Then Oliver tries to explain that he only thinks his mother is trying to set him up with someone but Connor’s too busy digging through Oliver’s bag.
“What are you doing?” Oliver asks.
“Looking for your damn phone,” Connor says, abandoning the bag to search Oliver’s pockets. Oliver nervously giggles when Connor slips a hand into a jeans pocket but Connor is in no mood to joke. This is not a time for games.
Finding the phone in Oliver’s back pocket, Connor holds it up triumphantly before unlocking it.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling your mother,” Connor explains.
“No! Con!” Oliver makes a grab for the phone but Connor already pushed the call button. “Dammit. It’s ringing.” Oliver stares down at the screen in horror. “You-”
“You talk to her!” Connor points his finger in Oliver’s face. “You make it clear that you are with me and that she can take her lunches with investment bankers named Craig and shove them right up her-”
“Mom!” Oliver calls into the phone when his mother picks up. “Hi! How are you?”
Phone pressed to his ear, Oliver goes off into the bedroom and Connor listens intently from the living room.
At one point Oliver’s trying to explain to his mother why he can’t “Just have lunch with the boy” when Connor yells out “Because he’s with me!” and Oliver whips a pair of balled up socks at Connor’s head.
A 2×06 Coliver Coda – ao3
The laptop won’t stop humming.
Oliver closed and put it away on his desk a hour ago and the thing won’t stop humming. Or buzzing. Or whatever that noise is called.
“Is it normal for that thing to keep going?” Connor asks, leaning his head back against the couch to look over at the laptop sitting innocently on Oliver’s desk.
“It’s fine,” Oliver says dismissively.
He doesn’t even look over at the computer, eyes still glued on the TV, and Connor tries to just let it go. If Oliver isn’t worried that his laptop sounds like it’s revving up for takeoff then Connor shouldn’t be worried either.
“I mean, it’s just really loud,” Connor says after a minute. “Is it supposed to be that loud?”
“It’s sleeping.”
“But isn’t it supposed to, like, sleep when it’s sleeping?”
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