Oliver Griffin

Titan | Phoenix Vanguard | ME3MP OC

[fluffygif]

[crittre-moved-deactivated202410]

AAAAAAHHHHHH AGONY!!!!! AGONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyways hehe how is everyone

[scooterphoenix]

To: Miller, M CDR, “Boss” cc Family Groupchat

[VI Assist]

Doctor Kate has asked me to not use my biotics for a few days.

Since we are grounded for a little bit, I think I’ll be heading back to Scott to clean up stragglers and look for other survivors.

PS Oliver Cerbys food and water is filled but plz visit him. TY

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Ben left his armor in the locker and sealed it, packing some gear, food and ammo in his pack along with his meds. He pulled on jeans and a jacket over his undersuit and double checked that he had boots on for once. He could do with the walk, maybe acclimate to being planetside. Maybe some distance would help him sort things out.

He tapped his omnitool and Bob flickered to life beside him. “Ready to go, buddy?”

[callsigntitan]

“Ben?”

Oliver chewed his lip, waiting the heartbeat it took for the little vanguard to turn around. He held up his wrist with a sideways smile. “Got your message. Um. I- Ben. We- Oh Goddess.” Oliver huffed a breath and closed his light green eyes before his fingers curled into Ben’s jacket. He smiled when the man let himself be pulled in.

“Ben.” Oliver’s eyes sparkled with his whisper, and he couldn’t help the way he watched Ben’s mouth. “You don’t have to go.” His eyes pleaded just as plainly. “I’m sorry everything has been so hard and so weird but- I mean. Ben, you may not know where you belong… but I do.”

Slim fingers brushed away a lock of white hair before those hands settled on his cheeks. One thumb brushed over the deep scars that did nothing to mar his beauty. “If you have to, I understand. You’re a good man. And um. A good. Phoenix.” Oliver looked down at his feet as he flushed, a little. “But please come see me when you get back.”

He let his arms slide to rest on the vanguard’s shoulders, one hand absentmindedly playing with the length at the nape of his neck as Ollie chewed his lip, thinking. “You and I have unfinished business, Hurricane.” His teasing smile was so bright. “And I want to. Finish. It. The business.”

His little giggle died on Ben’s lips as Oliver pressed against him. Ben was warm and soft and Ollie broke the kiss with a satisfied hum, licking his full lips. “Really wanna finish it.”

[callsigntitan]

[callsigntitan]

I need you, Ollie. I need to forget all these dark times in you. I need your smile and your laugh and the way you look at me over your shoulder... Ollie, I'm so cold and I need your warmth.

Oliver whimpered when he pressed his slim fingers to Enzo's full lips and watched his lover suck them in. He shivered on Enzo's lap, wondering if the soft suction was anything like the way it felt to have Oliver's ass wrapped around him. His free hand clutched Enzo's thick chain, twisting it in his grip as he rolled his hips.

His thighs were beginning to burn but he couldn't stop now. Couldn't slow. He used the leverage of his grip on the chain, twisted tight at the hollow of Enzo's neck, to angle himself just right.

The big vanguard's whole body reacted, breaking loose of the final shreds of self control to meet Oliver's desperate thrusts with his own. He strained, abs going rock solid under every time his hips left the edge of the bed.

"Oh Goddess, oh Goddess." Oliver panted, pink tongue hanging out one corner of his mouth. The familiar throb if Enzo getting impossibly thicker inside of him started a whole new fire that had Oliver's eyes rolling back, holding his breath on the edge as his body moved on instinct, desperate for just the right friction. "Ennieeeee." His hands clenched against Enzo's chest, surrendering any pretense of control to his lover as he let Enzo unravel him from the inside out.

-

"We need to shower."

"No, we don't."

"Ennie." Oliver's green eyes traced Enzo's golden face. "What happened down there?" He grimaced as the words left him. They both knew he didn't want to know.

Enzo just closed his eyes and shook his head.

Oliver scrambled over him to kiss the divots in his frustration-flexed jaw, smoothing long fingers through his hair, across the back of his neck, until he softened under Oliver's touch. "You're never losing me again. You know that, right?"

"I don't want to be a weapon, Ollie."

Oliver's heart cracked open at the vulnerable whisper from Enzo's chest. "I just want to live. With you."

"You could never be just a weapon, Ennie. You are so much more than that." Oliver settled more of his weight on Enzo's chest and settled for stroking the side of his face, green eyes bright as he considered. "So many times I've almost asked you to run away with me, you know? Back to my village. Leave Mason." Oliver shrugged. "Leave all of this. As long as you were with me."

"Why haven't you, amore?"

"Because they need you too."

"Do they?"

"More than me? I'm not sure." Oliver chewed his lip, slim fingers tracing absentminded patterns over Enzo's warm skin. "But either way, we're stuck here for a little bit." His full lips twisted, green eyes twinkling. "I reserve the right to maybe run away later date though, okay?"

Enzo finally cracked a smile and Oliver beamed down at him.

"Ennie. Those kids. I think I gotta go meet 'em. Will you come with me?"

[radioactivepussy]

not to flex but i sound cute as fuck when i moan

[priinceluca]

oh to have a guard/servant assigned specifically to me, rarely leaving my side who secretly courts me and takes care of me. for once, around him, i dont need to be in control of everything. i can just relax, sometimes even submitting myself to his protection and care.

oh to dote on him, secretly indulging him with the luxuries of those of high standing. sneaking him small morsels of my meal, "losing" a ring that happens to be around his neck under his blouse.

oh to command him to care for me, to hold me, to kiss me and reassure me - but know that the order is only a formality, its what he longs for as well. eventually, he smothers me with his affection without being asked, leading to jokingly resisting and giggling until we both must stifle our laughter in my chambers.

oh to be entirely devoted to each other, hiding our love only until i become king and declare him a long lost noble - after all, those in power write the history, right?

[phfantasists]

Francesco Ruggiero & Christos Katsavochristos by Joey Leo – The Men Style

[phoenixvanguard]

[callsigntitan]

"Don't be grumpy. I love you."

Oliver nuzzled his face against Enzo's belly, pushing the cloth out of the way to feel more of his warm skin. The big vanguard was still soft when Oliver nuzzled his face against Enzo's clothed package.

He pressed kisses to the soft, sloping curves of his lover, humming softly each time he felt Enzo pulse and stir to life against his lips. Oliver would never get sick of feeling Enzo thicken against his tongue.

[callsigntitan]

[schlafmutze]

In any case, for what little it's worth, please count on my affection and support, at whatever distance.

— J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey.

[callsigntitan]

[callsigntitan]

operation:reaperfall

x, x

“Hush, Ennie.” Oliver silenced his lover with a smattering of chaste kisses, still bent over him on the ground. “Come with me.” Nothing short of worship flashed in his light green eyes as he held Enzo’s blood and dirt-caked face. “Let’s get you cleaned up and put you to bed, then.”

It took most of his strength to keep Enzo standing as he helped his lover onto the ship, pulling him past the armor lockers and scattered civilians to strip him in their room. “Oh no,” Oliver heard himself whisper at the small army of children scattered among the refugees. As concerned as he was for… well… everything, no small part of Oliver was concerned that Enzo’s armor might be the only thing holding him together.

Oliver took small comfort in seeing Nico plopped next to Ben, both men talking quietly. He made a mental note to reach out once he got Enzo settled. He backed himself against the elevator wall so that his lover could lean more weight on him and smoothed his slim fingers over the vanguard’s dirty golden hair. “I’m so proud of you, Ennie.” He pressed a small kiss to the first part of Enzo’s face that he could reach, breathing the other man in deep. “I love you so much, okay?”

-

Oliver stripped Enzo of his armor reverently, running his long hands over all of the tall vanguard’s bumps and bruises with kisses and soothing, whispered tones.

The larger room didn’t have a full shower but it had a small sink for handwashing, oral care, etc. Ollie filled a bowl from the mess with warm water and used one of his clean t-shirts to gently wipe the blood and dirt off Enzo’s face and neck.

“Ollie.” Enzo’s voice sounded like it had been ripped raw from his throat and his perfect lips were dry and cracked. Oliver reached for the biotic recovery drink by the bedside and opened it to help Enzo take small sips with Oliver’s hand at the back of his neck.

“Shh. Just rest." He checked his lover’s head wound with a pretty frown and hummed a happy little tune that the women of his tiny village used to sing on laundry day, rocking Ennie’s head in his lap until the vanguard’s eyes only stopped watching him to drift peacefully shut.

[phoenixvanguard]

[callsigntitan]

[callsigntitan]

Oliver smiled when Ben sat down next to him silently. He linked their fingers against the cold floor and they both watched Enzo with his brother.

Oliver's light green eyes traced the sharp angles of his jaw, the way the lines of his throat moved with all of the things he's holding back, even when he isn't speaking. He was always holding back around Nico.

Oliver blocked out their words. He didn't want to know. But he watched Enzo's mouth. His full, pink lips that never smiled at anything the way they did for Ollie. The way he licks them before he speaks sometimes. The way the gold in his eyes sets on fire when he moves just right.

"I'm sorry, Ben." Oliver said quietly enough that even the Phoenix across the room would not have heard him. He gestured to Enzo, still unable to look away. "This obsession. He was just a boy the last time I saw him. He's so much harder now than I remember. And I remembered him every day."

"He's hot." Ben supplied happily with a little shrug.

"Burning hot." Oliver agreed, suddenly feeling just a little bit sad. "Ben? Do you think about freedom?"

"This is freedom," he replied after a quiet moment. His bright eyes watched his brothers and Oliver wondered again about the broken things in him. Ben didn't need to see his big frown to know it was there. "Freedom to choose," he added helpfully, throwing a tiny fanged smile over his shoulder.

"To choose," Oliver repeated thoughtfully, eyes still tracing Enzo's every move.

[callsigntitan]

I would love you with all my heart no matter what body you were in. I need you to know that.

This is gonna sound ridiculous, Ennie but. I don't think this is my world. I feel like I belong in a different reality and I got borrowed for here and all of this just doesn't quite fit me right.