Here you go <333 Poor Ollie lmao. He did nothing to deserve this lol.
Connor turns off the television and quietly sets down the remote.
The clock on the cable box reads 11:42 PM. A bit late for them considering he and Asher have to be in court in the morning, and Oliver has work. But given Asher’s current state, he’s desperate to do anything to distract the man. And if that means feeding him the contents of their liquor cabinet, and playing Halo 3 until his eyes want to roll out of his head, all to keep him from thinking about his dad’s suicide and Emily Sinclair’s murder and the subsequent cover up, then he’s willing to do it.
It doesn’t hurt that it helps keep his own mind off of things.
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52. “Can I kiss you?” and 78. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
Thanks to @paperflower-fairytales for the prompts! A little nsfw action written at work. (It isn’t that graphic though.)
“Can I kiss you?”
Oliver blinked, turning his attention away from his computer where he had been typing away for the better part of two hours. “Can you kiss me?”
Connor nodded, one of his infamous crooked smiles adorning his lips.
Coliver HighSchool!AU – Part 2 / Part 1
Just your typical best friends who are secretly in love with each other, but neither of them know it. And of course, they get really drunk one night and end up sleeping together.
The room fills with the sounds of their desperate gasps and pleasurable moans. Connor whimpers softly into his mouth. A bit more force and he’s awarded with a cry torn from the man’s throat. He swallows every breath of it. There’s no space between them, not even an inch. Their lips have been attached since the start, unwilling to be parted, as Oliver buries himself in Connor’s heat, again and again. His head spins, but all he can focus on is the pleasure, the feeling, and the taste. It overwhelms him and he swims in it.
Saw your head cannons about coliver’s sex life and I have a prompt: they’re talked about maybe doing a few kinkier things in bed but they never had the time so one Friday night Conner gets off early and when Oliver gets home Conner has handcuffed himself to their bed and all he has to do is smirk and raise an eyebrow before oliver is all over him
*HEART EYES EVERYWHERE*
Next time Connor does this he’s wearing a watch. Or angling the alarm clock around so he can read the time. Or making Oliver text him from the lobby before cuffing himself to the bed.
Connor blows the hair out of his eyes and tries to ignore the way his shoulder is beginning to ache. He’s been spread out like this for…well, probably not for that long. Oliver had just texted a few minutes ago that he was heading home but, after cuffing yourself, stark naked, to the bed, time has a way of slowing down.
Oliver needs to get home soon. He needs to get home like now actually. Stuck here like this is giving Connor too much time to think and second-guess. He’s feeling vulnerable and exposed and chilly.
so due to this post and this sentence
“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.” from said post, I came up with a nsfw prompt/headcanon of sorts. posting my parts of the conversation i had with @winters-blue-children
I got a couple requests for jealous Coliver 🙂 And this had been bothering me since 2×07 so here we go…
“Would you stop giving them the death glare?” Laurel hisses at him before taking a sip from her beer. “You’re going to draw attention to us.”
Oliver rolls his eyes and manages to tear them away for only a second before he returns to squinting and frowning at the couple across the dimly lit bar. “I’m sorry, my boyfriend is on a date with another guy, and I’m not supposed to be upset about this?”
65. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” and also
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
Thanks @htgawm-tv for #65 and to anons for the other two 🙂
Their naked limbs stayed tangled together underneath their sheets long after Connor’s breathing returned to normal, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. They hadn’t fucked nor had sex, but they had made love. The stark difference always caught Connor by surprise, brought forth more emotion than necessary. (“No, Ollie, I wasn’t crying. That was sweat.”)
Reaching up, he traced the planes of Oliver’s face with his index finger. Along his jawline, across his cheekbone, down his nose, over his lips. The smallest smile graced Connor’s lips when Oliver kissed his finger. This love overwhelmed Connor in the best ways, both the good and bad moments. Because even in their bad moments, he knew that things would resolve and he would still have Oliver at his side.
Coliver HighSchool!AU – Part 1
Just your typical best friends who are secretly in love with each other, but neither of them know it. And of course, they get really drunk one night and end up sleeping together.
It’s the pounding in his head that wakes him. A steady, constant throbbing behind his eyes and against his skull, that grows into a full body ache. His limbs feel like they’re made of brittle straw, and just the thought of moving a muscle makes him want to curl into a ball and sob. This might be the worst he’s ever felt in his young life. Oliver rolls over and suddenly gets a face full of t-shirt. He blinks rapidly, trying to clear the haze out of his eyes, and throws the offending item out of his face.
Two things suddenly dawn on him: the first, is that he’s staring at the back of a mussed, dark head of hair, and the other, is that there are a pair of legs entangled in his own. Naked legs.
69. “Why the hell are you bleeding!?”
Thanks to @tracyrcat and two anons for this prompt! And yeah, pretty sure nothing will happen like this, but my muse took me here.
Everything sounded too loud. His footsteps as he climbed the stairs and walked across the floor of the hallway. The jiggle of his keys as he pulled them from his pocket. The way the key scraped against the inside of the lock as he pushed it inside. The click of the deadbolt as it was unlocked. Connor shuddered. Everything in his being told him he shouldn’t be home. But he ached for the familiarity of apartment 303, the sights and smells and Oliver. Oh God, Oliver. He ached for Oliver the most. His mind screamed at him as he opened the door, feeling too giddy to finally cross the threshold into his safety.
Even after removing his shoes, Connor’s footfalls sounded like elephants pounding across the floor to him. He just wanted to get into their room, strip off his clothes, hide them, and shower.
81. “I need you to leave.” + 89. “I’m not leaving you!”
Probably not what you had in mind, @olivrsconnr, but enjoy!
He called out of work on Friday morning, long after Connor had pressed a kiss to his forehead in both greeting and goodbye. The week had been trying after a doctor’s appointment on Monday. Work presented more problems and more attitudes than he could recall in recent memory. Connor spent more hours out of their apartment than usual. So, when Oliver tried to get out of bed to shower and eat breakfast, his body refused to cooperate.
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