Olander Matthias Lowell
โ Anthropologist & Historian
โ Works in the field of Paganism
โ Lover of debates, tricks, riddles and games
โ Marches to the beat of his own drum
Original Character. nsfw themes. Pan. Multiship w chem,
Written and adored by
#Dipper
โฒ + โฅ ?
lowly moans slipping from the depths of his throat, a soft exhale when the man pulls back to catch his breath.
Blood tainting his lips nice and red as he gives a brief stretch beneath her.
Carefully tugging her down onto him, applying his lips to her wrist again, cleaning +
The werewolf practically putty in her hands, any subtle touch of skin upon skin and it was enough to send him careening forward.
Rasping softly, a soft laugh slips him. โItโs hard not to,,, not when youโre praising meโโ
Reaching up, he attempts to remove the rest of his shirt
@lovampyre
Thereโs a brief snort from beneath Clemโs neck as the werewolf suppressed a laugh, voice raspy as he spoke, โQuite frankly, not a whole lot, mostly humans that offer themselves up.โ
Shifting in his position a bit, he encourages Clem to wrap his legs around the otherโs hips. +
@BrewsBlood
Not really registering the figure in the corner of his eye, Olander merely continues workingโ until he heard the sound of someone walking closer to him.
Furrowing his brows he looks up only to immediately scoff, folding his arms at the gun. โReally? Youโre gonna shoot me?โ
with salivating fangs, Olander pins his ears back as he brings himself to stand on his hind legs. Sizing himself up to be the bigger threat.
Black claws slamming themselves into the large wolves that bit and jerked at his flesh.
Exhaustion getting to him as his fur soaked up
huffs, sniffing back his nostrils. Shaking his head to ignore the temptations of the vampress teasing him.
A loud slam of his fists on one of the walls caging him in with her. โLET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.โ He roars enraged, spittle flying from his mouth.
she places a kiss onto his bottom lips, a delayed attempt to return her peck. Itโd be okay for him to entertain for lady of the house wouldnโt it?
Surely that could be the โgiftโ from Sandie to them, a little session with her familiar if one of them so pleased.
โI know youโre NOT HER.โ He snarls, pushing the mimic of Sandie away from him.
Another bone rattling cough, swaying here and thereโ it was becoming harder and harder to hold himself upright.
Heavy eyelids tempting him to pass out, but he didnโt want to, not with /her/
to hide behind a face that wasnโt her own, even if she preferred for them to not like each other.
He wasnโt like most men, willing to put another face onto whomever they landed in bed with to feel better, he wanted to deal with the consequences head on.
Her sultry coos and the way her hands massage and squeeze at his jawline, itโs fogging up his ability to remain logical in the situation.
A low whine when she calls him โpuppyโ, a teasing nickname of hers that seems to be growing on him.
@lovampyre
Calloused fingers drifting their way up to trace the features of his friend, memorizing each inch of them.
โHow,,, how many have youโve been with?โ He queries, a soft grin to his lips. A gentle lick upon the otherโs neck. Breath warm with neediness, he could feel himself slip.
a low despondent whine when her hands take ahold of his wrists, lips firmly connected to the others as he spoke upon them. โYou know patience isnโt easy for me,,,โ
A low hiss when she maneuvers herself on his trousers, teasing a sensitive spot. His collar heaving with each +
โ accept that youโve moved on, nostalgia and pining tend to be brutal on those who donโt want to seek change.โ The scent of cedar wood and ginger coating his person.
โBut, if you wantโ I could try and give him a visit. Or a phone call, just for safety measures.โ He hums,
Being at her mercy, beck and call for whenever she needed her werewolf. He had heard stories of vampires taking in werewolves as lap dogs.
He just didnโt think itโd happen to him, but the end result was more enjoyable than he anticipated, apart from the horror stories told.
@lovampyre
keep going , his clothes were driving him insane. They just felt tight on him, restraining his movements underneath his friend.
Resting his head against the surface , he softly shivers when Clem continues to kiss at his exposed neck, Adamโs apple bobbing beneath stubble .
Her praises, those sweet words of hers doing more than he had expected. But as someone whom grew up to be desperate for attention and approvalโ
All he needed was to be seen and respected, Sandie gave him that and return, he made sure to give her what she needed.
The time reading โ6:00โ am, with a brief itch at his neck, Olander raises himself to stand.
โItโs been nice meeting you, are you normal around this area? โCos Iโd be happy to keep having these encounters.โ Heโs hoping the other man will catch onto his drift.
@fantasmaqoria
He gets his eagerness from his father and his ability to stand his ground from his mother.
Theyโre really sweet, sheโll love them AND, the staff on the manor grounds are really nice and friendly too.
Tugging his jawline away from her hands, in the corner of his eye; he can see her leering down at him. Using his excessive need to be loved and adored against him.
โStop,,, stop thisโ Sandie wouldnโt fucking say that.โ He snarls, attempting a poorly disguised attempt at +
@D_WEIRDSISTERS
Jerking his head back, the werewolf snarls at the unneeded smack on his head.
Sitting himself down, the werewolf glares at her; his winter coat bristling through the brutal winds of the overgrowth.
Shifting the weight of his forehands to distribute the weight evenly.
Like this post if youโd be interested in the possibility of Olander and your muse pursing a romantic relationship
It doesnโt mean itโll happen , Iโm just seeing whoโd be interested in expanding relations
Olander tenderly applies his lips to the temple , brief pecks here and there, drifting his fingers up and down Clemโs abdomen. Clothes prohibiting their affections
With a brief mumble , he groans when Clem reapplies himself to Olanderโs skin. Hitching gasps here and there.
her bloodied incision with the utmost care and devotion he could present to his mistress.
Heart leaping for joy at her praises, his torso subtly bucking upwards into hers with desperation.
Her sweetly sounding tone was like music to his ears. A hitching whine when Sandie fiddles at the hole of his collar.
The power she held over someone twice her size, it was a humbling moment that Olander found himself enjoying.
@SanguineBard
Staring at the to-go cup, Olander manages a tiny grin. Voice soft as he spoke โYou donโt have to, Iโve got food in my flat.โ With a jerk of his thumb, he points to the apartment complex behind him.
@D_WEIRDSISTERS
Yellowed teeth bared with revving snarls here and there, his tail erect. As if standing his ground till she gave him another option, one letting him survive.
For all he knew, it could be a trick and she was attempting to lure him into a sense of security to kill him at his +
@D_WEIRDSISTERS
// i think just ultimately
he wants to be loved and appreciated , but heโs convinced other people wonโt match up to him and his tastes
I mean heโs trying with Sammy , cause itโs who Sandie set him up with (I donโt know if theyโre dating honestly )
๐ฟ๐ป๐พ๐ ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ป๐ป๐
Like this post receive a dm to plot out a connection or a storyline with Olander, Iโll DM you and we can plan from there
NSFW scenarios are allowed if youโre aiming for FWB, or other, however smut in DMs only.
RT to Spread!
@D_WEIRDSISTERS
|| unfortunately for you, that man has trauma so he thinks degradation and brat taming help him keep his ego in check and punish him for his โsinsโ
in a priest outfit, he had the look for it too. โI do, I absolutely do, Iโm justโ Iโm worried about them, maybe Iโm just reading into it, but donโt they look,,, on edge all the time?โ
โUnless this is a first time for them, then Iโd understand why theyโre anxious.โ He murmurs.
Whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he peppers kisses onto her jawline, their torsos tied to one another.
โIโm very honored you chose me to be yours, a lot of men would desire to find themselves by you.โ He coos, his collar glistening slightly in the dimly lit room.
@D_WEIRDSISTERS
weakest.
With heavy footfalls of his digits, the oversized anthropoid circles her. Black tail erect and wavering like a flag at battle. Green orbs glaring at her own cold ones, one gaze full of life and the other full of death.
think sheโd approve.โ She feels practically like air above him, despite the two being of similar heights.
How was she possibly doing that? Heโd have to ask at some point. โI wantโ I want, you and not a copy of my mistressโฆ.โ He mumbles.
It didnโt seem fair for her +
@lovampyre
his lips, eyes squeezed shut with a half soundless moan slipping.
Body arching towards the cold palms of his friend, rasping beneath clumsy attempts at words. A desperate nod as he whines. โPlease, pleaseโ bedroom now.โ
When she takes the initiative to change their position a little, Olander adjusts himself accordingly to her movements.
โI am a bit,,, hungryโ Iโll give you one of my credit cards to pay with, so youโre not losing any money out of the bank.โ He offers, shuddering +
@D_WEIRDSISTERS
Heโs much happier with Sandie over them cause he knows theyโd make life a living hell for him 24/7
He can handle them for days at a time , but too much bullying and heโd snap
Parting his thighs ever so slightly to allow for more room with her teasing hand. Voice rasping with a lost for words, the smell of her fragrance and touches were fogging up his ability to think.
Almost abruptly does he slam his hips into her hand, a low voice calling her name.
โMy grandmother Evelyn,,, she was a werewolf just like me. When I was born to my mother, they did everything they could to keep me from him,,,โ
He stiffens again, tears threatening to will from his eyes. โIt didnโt work,,, came across me as a pup and,,, sortโveโโ he gestures.
@BrewsBlood
Gripping her into a tight hug, he tries his best to hide himself into her smaller frame. Sniveling softly as tears slipped down his cheeks.
โMy,,, grandpaโ he hit me with the butt of his gun,,, I was only a pup,,, thatโs how I got this scar on my foreheadโฆโ He mutters
@lovampyre
Tucking himself beneath the other man; Olander nuzzles into the crook of Clemโs neck. Legs firmly grasping onto the otherโs hips, โMm, youโre not so bad either , quite the looker, amazing personality.โ
Their hearts beating in unison with Olander subtly encouraging Clem to +
She wasnโt Sandie, their heights were a big giveaway alongside the color of their eyes, heโs not indulging her games anymore.
The sounds of faint thuds as he staggers around the room, heaving over every so often from the exhaustion of crying.
Vision slightly blurred as he +
Adjusting their position, he places himself behind her. Arms engulfing her small frame in the posture of the big spoon. A timid heart beating into her backside.
Soft exhales of mint hitting her cheek as he nuzzles into Sandie. +
@fantasmaqoria
evident of a strain from crying and screaming so much. His hands slightly sore from pounding at the walls in a fit of rage.
Leaning into her, his eyelids are heavy with exhaustion, her familiar smell soothing him. With one movement, he tugs her onto his lap.
+
His breath ragging and hitching, the brunette quiff covering one of his eyes when her smell becomes familiar to that of his counterpart.
It seems to calm him down a bit, but enough to make him okay with Illona parading as his mistress, โSโStop it, change your faceโโ +
@D_WEIRDSISTERS
โShe is pretty, but Iโd say moreso like a goddess, I wouldnโt be surprised if she used to be Aphrodite.โ He muses softly.
Now for her sisters, whatever rumors had been spread about himโ werenโt true. He wasnโt attempting to leave Sandie.
of his patterned sheets, rounded spectacles slightly tilted on his nose.
The sight of a young man obediently following orders given by his vampiress, realizing how vulnerable he mustโve looked, a brief flush fills his face.
Either โCanโt Stopโ by the Red Hot Chili Peppers
or
โThe Real Slim Shadyโ by Eminem
Because Ollieโs that sort of arrogant fun loving spirit that likes causing chaos
@SanguineBard
Olander stares at the warm mug for a few minutes, soon taking it into hand. Letting the steam raise into his face.
Voice groggy as he spoke. โCanโt be worse than my next door neighbor.โ He muses weakly, warming his hands onto the mug as his cigarette rests in his fingers.
@BrewsBlood
Unbeknownst to her, the museum was still being watched after by one of the staff members and a few security guards.
The building wasnโt well lit, but enough to see where someone was. Sitting at his desk, Ollie plays with the rubric cube he had carried to keep company.
โYes, Iโm their /son/.โ He replies firmly, voice slightly strained from the brief appliance of his tie to his throat.
Heโs leveling his heartbeat to remain in control, not letting her revel in his fear. โIf you wish to be cherished, then Iโll do my best to keep you so.โ
โ Do you think those people will miss you?
She laughs. The question is genuine though, loosening the knot so he could reply.
โ Do you think they'll cry when you're dead?
He didnโt even really feel this close or well, willing to get into relationships with others because he felt itโd jeopardize his standing with her.
In his mind, if he was available constantly, then one day sheโd turn her head and pursue him romantically.
Ollie is about the nicest person you could ever possibly meet, or heโs either the weirdest fucking thing (who thinks heโs hot shit) youโve had the misfortune of coming across
Thereโs no in between, Iโm sorry