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As You Like - Majima Goro x Fem reader ~ smut

Summary: After a busy night at Sunshine, Majima makes the grave mistake of kicking back at one of the tables for a sec… and you decide this is the perfect time to physically demonstrate how much you love this fucking dude.

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➽ Falling Grades

Professor!Dottore x Student!afab reader

Warnings: Teacher-student relationship, modern au, age gap, cockwarming, bribery, smut.

Word count: 1033

A/N: very heavily inspired by a character ai bot and another fic I read, the fic is by actuallysaiyan. She’s a goddess 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️.Even though I don’t play genshin anymore I’m on my knees for this man.

art creds: IllaOhara

You made a mistake when you decided to be distracted by your phone instead of listening to Dottore’s lecture. Preoccupied by your distraction, the professor’s hand hits your desk with a loud thud, causing you to jump. 

“It seems my lecture on careless students wasn’t clear enough for you.” His voice sent chills down your spine. “Put the phone away.” He said, as he walked back to his desk to continue the lecture.

“And I expect to see you in my office after classes.”

Soon the day was coming to an end, all your classes being finished. You made your way to Dottore’s office, being located on the highest floor in the building. As you knocked on his office door you bit your lip and took a deep breath. 

“Enter.” You pushed the door open, revealing the messy desk, covered in research papers and was that an ink spill? There were also multiple pictures and diagrams of the human body. Dottore was sitting on his chair, writing something on a piece of paper. “Do you know why I called you into my office, miss?” he asks, finally looking up from his papers. “Because I used my phone?” you answered. What else? He smiles, but it was quickly replaced with a stern and cold look on his face. “You’re partially correct.” he simply says as he then opens a drawer next to him, taking out a small stack of papers. He then takes the most top one, revealing it to you. You almost instantly recognize the paper. He slides you your latest test, the low score clearly written at the front of the paper before continuing to slide you other past tests, all low scores. You were clearly distracted by something too much to focus, your phone was only partially at fault. And Dottore knew that.

“Care to explain these?” You bit inside your mouth. “I’m so sorry. I…I had trouble with the material. I’ll do better next time, I promise.” You say as he lets out a sarcastic laugh, leaning back into his chair. “‘Sorry’ can’t fix everything. We should solve the cause of your dropping grades and I believe I know just what the problem is.” he gets up from his chair and walks towards you, towering over you. Your breath hitched, inhaling the expensive cologne he wore as his body was merely inches away from yours. Suddenly you felt small and trapped. Your heart rate increasing by the second. You weren’t really sure where this conversation was leading, but you really hoped that you wouldn’t have to repeat the year, or at worst, be expelled. You wanted to finish your degree, but who would’ve thought that one of your professors would be so goddamn sexy.

“I know I’m a distraction, miss. It’s written all over your face during my classes.” Dottore says, crossing his arms as he watches your expression turn frantic. “Professor Dottore, I-” you start, now worried that you might actually be expelled. “I didn’t mean to! I’ll…I’ll make it up!” you propose, quickly thinking of a way out. Dottore pauses for a moment, carefully considering your words before grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward. Causing you to nearly crash into his perfectly sculpted chest.You look up into his deep red eyes with pleading eyes.

“Seeing you’re so desperate, I have a few options for you.” His lips curve up into a small smirk as you look up at him with hope and desperation. You prepare yourself for what he’ll say next, but no matter how much preparation you had would make you prepared for this.

“You can either stay after classes every afternoon and study, along with a few other students. Learn a thing or two from your peers. Or,” he paused to give himself a smug grin, “You can sit on my cock while I tutor you myself.”

You swear you fainted for a second or two as soon as he finishes his sentence. He can’t actually be serious, can he? You look at him, cheeks flushed as he looks down and laughs at you once more, amused by the events unfolding in front of him. However you surprise him when you choose to sit on his cock.

And that’s how you ended up with his long length so deep inside you as he explains embryology to you. How ironic. Whenever you whined or tried to move he would slap your thigh and tell you to focus. “Do you understand?” he asks, after he finished his explanations. You slowly nod your head, squirming, causing him to harshly slap your thigh once more, the red spot on your thigh slowly growing in size and in shade. You whine out at the slap, trying to stay still but of no avail. “Do I have to remind you again that this is a punishment and not a prize?” You shake your head, keeping still as you grab the wooden desk in front of you, nails scraping on the wooden surface. You can’t help it. The way your cunt pulses around his length drives you crazy. It felt so good but so torturous without any movement. 

Dottore, on the other hand, was entertained by your reactions. He never expected for you to accept his offer so quickly. He knew you had a crush on him but he’d never guess that you’d be so willing to go this far to have this sort of relationship with him. However, he couldn't deny the fact that having your wet, heat around his cock made him more motivated. 

“That’s all for today.” he said, placing down the papers in his hands once he saw the time. It had already gotten quite late. “Today, you did good, amazing even. If this continues, you’ll improve to a B student in no time. And if you throw in a treat, I might consider bumping your grade up to even an A.” You whined as he thrusted up into you at the word ‘bumping’, your cunt convulsing around his cock once more. 

How could you resist such a good offer? 

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Can you write Dottore x reader with blasphemy kink? I'm lowkey a sucker for sacrilege. Also, I don't know if you're ok with feet, so this is optional.

A/N: I couldn’t really write for the feet kink, sorry about that anon T^T, also sorry this took SOO long, I’ve been so busy T0T. I've never written something like this so I hope it's alright! Not proofread ➽ In the eyes of god

Dottore x priest/priestess!gn reader Warnings: smut, blasphemy kink, sacrilege, creampie, unprotected sex, overstimulation, i think that’s all?

word count: 974

It was so wrong. What you were doing was so so wrong. And you knew it. Of course you knew it, you were an important member in this church, highly looked upon and here you were. Getting fucked mercilessly in front of the holy lord himself. You swallowed a moan as your hand slapped onto your mouth, trying to suppress the noises coming out of you. “Oh no no, I want to hear you. I’m sure he would too~” Dottore smirks, his hands digging into your hips, pulling your hips to meet him halfway as he thrusts into you. You bite back another moan as he abuses your gummy spot, tears falling down your cheeks as your back arches on the wooden table. It was like a fever dream, you were talking with him one second and the next he’s shoving his fat cock into your aching hole. His hands came snaking up your body, from your thighs to your stomach then to your chest; landing there and playing with your erect nipples. It was impossible to keep your whimpers and moans in your throat, letting some loose as he continued pummeling his dick into you. “S-s-stop…” you tried to shout, but all that came out was breathy whispers. Suddenly, he pulled out, dragging his tip around your entrance, admiring the erotic scene; his cum lowly dripping out of your needy hole, already fucked out but still asking for more. You whined, feeling empty, you knew you shouldn’t be doing this, but the sensation of his cock made all your worries go away, your mind replaced with only thoughts of him. “Your mouth tells me to stop but your hole is practically begging for more. Look at you. Pretending to be such an innocent person. What a slut, you are.” he chuckled, before you could even answer, he turned you on your stomach and shoved his cock back into your hole, eliciting a loud moan from you. Your cheek, firmly pressed on the wooden table as your hands claw around, knocking a book to the floor. You gasp. You just knocked the Bible. While doing such an act… “D-Dottore!” you mean to shout, but it comes out as a moan instead. He laughs, getting close to your ears and licking them, suckling on the soft spot before pulling your hair and making you face him. He looks at you, pleased with the sight of you being absolutely fucked out, tears on the side of your eyes and on your cheeks, face flushed and sweat all over your face. He kissed you harshly, forcefully shoving his tongue inside, exploring your mouth as hee hums. Satisfied, he lets you go, sucking and biting your lower lip first. You pant and gasp for air, trying to regulate your breathing.

He lets go of your hair, your head hitting the wooden table, that’s going to leave a bruise, but that was the least of your worries. You were close to bliss, that electrical and aching feeling formed once more in your lower abdomen. His sharp and deep thrusts help you reach your high, screaming his name once more as he helps you ride out your high. Even after you cum he continues bullying his cock into you as you squirm and scream, sensitive from just cumming. “That’s it~ Let the whole world hear you. Let them know how much of a slut you are.” At this point your brain had turned to mush. All you could think, feel and smell was him. “Hmm, this should work well~” you hear him say. Suddenly, he pulls out but in an instant your hole is replaced with something hard and cold. You turn your head back to see Dottore shoving the head of a crucifix in your hole with a smug grin. You scream, the edges of the crucifix scraped your walls but the thought of doing such an unholy act turned you on, edging you into another orgasm.

You feel your hair being pulled once more, you whimper, throat aching from screaming. “Look at your lord while you cum from a crucifix in your tight little hole, what a dirty little priest/ess you are.” You whimper again, moans coming out of you as you look at the bigger crucifix hung on the wall in front of you, tears falling down your cheeks once more, replacing the dried ones as you cum. Your body falls to the floor, unable to hold yourself up. Dottore chuckles at the sight before grabbing your arm and pulling you up. You rest your arms on the table once more, gasping for breath. You squeal as you feel him slam into you once more, your legs almost giving out as he grabs your arm, pulling it behind you as he continues to pound into you. He tossed his mask to the floor, revealing his blue hair sticking to his face from sweat and that lustful look in his red eyes. He’s close. You can tell he’s desperate, from his pace and how deep his thrusts are. “Fuck.. gonna pump you full.. Gonna pump you full in front of your so-called god.” he laughs at the irony as he grunts, thrusting a couple more times before stilling and a familiar warmth fills you once more. You whine and squirm as he continues. Archons. How much more was he going to cum? After a few seconds he pulls out, eliciting a sigh from his lips as he wipes his cock on your ass cheeks. “I expect to see you next Sunday for our private sessions.” he flashes another smug grin, his white teeth shining as he pulls his pants back on and grabs his mask on the floor, securing it to his face before walking out. 

Now you have another thing to look forward to on Sundays.

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this is heaven, what i truly want

oliver quick x fem!reader

you’re never truly alone at saltburn. there’s always someone watching. (3.4k+)

18+ only! oral f receiving, voyeurism, unprotected piv, creampie, spit kink, use of pet names (darling, sweetheart, baby, etc.), one use of ‘sir’, cum eating (just a smidge), biting and choking (literally one brief instance of each), edging. lmk if I forgot any!

a/n: hooooo boy I wanted to try something new, so here it is! promise I’m not fully veering away from my usual stranger things content, I just desperately needed to write some filth for ollie 🤭 hope you enjoy!! I proofread this a couple times but if there’s mistakes iM SORRY. my closing statement: I can fix him your honor.

Watched. For days you’ve felt like you’re being watched. Carefully, closely, tracking your every move. Maybe the walls have eyes, who knows with a place as eccentric as this. All of the ornate fixtures and ancient paintings do have a bit of an eery, haunting feel to them.

Or perhaps it’s just because you aren’t used to having housekeepers around at all hours of the day. Duncan has always been off-putting; every summer you’ve spent at Saltburn throughout your life there’s been an energy about him that’s made the hair on your neck stand up.

Regardless, you’ve tried to shake off the feeling, wondering if you were finally losing your mind. Because here, with Felix and Venetia, Elspeth and James and Farleigh — you’re safe. They’re lifelong family friends who, as strange as they may be at times, make you feel secure. Nobody would have any business spying on you.

But oh, you should’ve known better.

You slip out of the large clawfoot tub, bare feet planting themselves on the white tile floor. Water drips from your body, the tiniest puddle forming at your feet. Grabbing your towel, you begin to dry your body with the soft fabric. You hum softly to yourself, reaching for your satin robe where it hangs by the vanity. For a moment you think you hear something, the tiniest creaking sound, and you move to look around the unnecessarily large bathroom. It’s dark in the corners where the light doesn’t quite reach, but even squinting you see nothing out of the ordinary.

You’re fucking losing it, you mentally scold yourself. It’s an old house, it’s going to make noise.

You lean against the vanity, palms flat on the marble countertop. Letting out a heavy sigh, your head hangs low, eyes closed. Get it together.

When you’ve finally steadied your breathing, you look back up to greet yourself in the mirror. You work your hairbrush through your wet hair, taking care to untangle any knots. The feeling won’t go away, your defenses raised. Eyes on you. There’s someone watching. There has to be.

You see him in the mirror before you actually see him.

Turning on your heel, a loud gasp escapes you. Your heart pounds behind your rib cage, your eyes focusing in on the figure lurking in the dark hallway. The bathroom door is open a crack, eyes you know to be blue piercing through you.

Oliver.

“What the fuck, Ollie!?” you shout, watching as he slips fully into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

You retreat, back pressing against the counter behind you. He stalks calmly towards you, caging you in. You swallow, unable to stop the way your eyes study his muscular frame, his tank top clinging tight to his torso.

“Now now,” he says, soft and steady. “We don’t want the whole house to wonder what’s up, do we?”

“What are you doing here?” you grit, nostrils flaring as you exhale heavily. Your posture stiffens, tense under his chilling gaze. “Why were you watching me?”

“Don’t act so offended, darling,” he says, stepping so close that your chests nearly touch. “Do you think I don’t see the way you look at me?”

Your lips part, breath hitching in your throat. It’d be a filthy lie to act as if you haven’t been admiring him since he first arrived, under Felix’s wing like a timid little animal. Something about him has captivated you, intrigued you, lured you in. He’s just so quiet, so skittish. So beautiful.

Being as close to family as you could get, you didn’t want to make things awkward by putting the moves on Felix’s friend, so you avoided him when you could. But that only made things more unbearable for you. Many a night was spent with your hand between your thighs, softly crying his name into your dark bedroom. Imagining he was there with you. He couldn’t know about that… could he?

“I don’t know what you’re implying,” you say, looking up at him defiantly. Lying through your teeth. You should know he can practically smell the nervousness on you.

It’s cute that you think he’d buy this.

“Oh, save the games, sweetheart,” he tuts, taking a final step closer to you. His chest fully pressed against yours now, his face dipping forward until his mouth is right beside your ear. “I know you touch yourself at night, stretching open that pretty little cunt, wishing it was me.”

Fucking hell.

“Did you really think you could be slick? Think I wouldn’t catch the way you stare at me all of the time, think I wouldn’t figure you out?”

“How long have you been watching me?” you ask quietly, your voice meek now.

“Not any longer than you’ve been watching me.”

“I haven’t—” you start, but he presses a finger to your lips, quieting you. He raises a brow, as if to say ‘Do you really want to go there?’

God, you were so stupid. Staring at him any chance you got; looking out your window at him while he’d lounge shirtless by the pool, or peering through his cracked bedroom door one evening after dinner in hopes of seeing him changing. You were sick. And here you are, chastising him.

You keep your gaze directly on his, feeling your heart rate increase under the scrutiny of those piercing, gorgeous blue eyes. He gently holds your chin, keeping you focused on him as he studies your face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, letting his free hand come to rest on your waist. You’re reminded then that you’re only in a robe, and suddenly your skin feels like it’s ablaze.

“Oliver—” you start, your eyes big and pleading as you stare at him. What exactly you’re hoping for you don’t know, you just want him to do something.

His gaze flits to your lips, his tongue poking out to wet his own. Leaning in, his mouth ghosts over yours, barely grazing your waiting pout. He pulls back, teasing, and you chase him. Seeking out his lips until he gives in, one hand on your lower back, holding you against him as he kisses you roughly. His tongue licks into your eager mouth, swirling around yours, tasting you. It feels as though you’re nearly devouring each other, teeth clashing as your hands reach up to tangle themselves in his hair.

You whine, a high-pitched and pretty thing when he lets his mouth find your neck, sucking harsh on the delicate skin. Rolling your hips against his, you can feel the bulge straining in his boxers and he groans at the sudden friction.

“Ol— Ollie, please,” you beg, for what it isn’t clear, but he removes his lips from your pulse point to look at you.

“Such a needy little thing you are,” he says, regarding you down the bridge of his nose. “And to think five minutes ago you were acting like I wasn’t welcome in here…”

You chew at your bottom lip, thighs pressing together involuntarily at the way he speaks to you. His tone is ultimately patronizing, and you’d have no complaints if he spoke to you like this all of the time.

He dips his head back down, this time kissing over your collarbone. Every inch of skin he kisses seems to ignite, electricity coursing through your veins. He unties the fabric belt securing your robe around your front, letting it instead fall open for him. You’re completely bare beneath the black silky fabric, and you watch the way his eyes trail down your figure. He studies you like you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen, and there’s an insatiable hunger behind that stunning blue. He’d eat you whole if it were possible.

Continuing his descent, he takes the nipple of your right breast into his mouth, kneading the left with his hand. You gasp, tipping your head back as his tongue rolls over the sensitive little bud, sucking on it. He diverts his mouth’s attention to the other side, then, making sure he gives equal attention to each of your tits. You can feel yourself throb for him, nearly dripping at your core in anticipation.

“Such pretty tits,” he mumbles, lips trailing against your skin. He lets his face linger between them for a moment, caressing them with soft hands.

Your mind wanders as he works his way down, kissing down your stomach, nipping at your hips. You wonder how often he’s spied on you without you catching him — exactly how many times he’s seen you touch yourself to the thought of him. It only drives you further up the wall; picturing him peering through a crack in your bedroom door on nights where you’d lay completely bare on your bed, pleasuring yourself to thoughts of his fingers and tongue. He’s sick, you’re sick, and maybe you’re perfect for each other.

You’re brought entirely back to the present when you feel his breath fanning against your cunt, his eyes peering up at you from where he rests on his knees. He doesn’t break eye contact as he brings two fingers up to swipe through your folds, collecting your slick. You shiver, mouth agape as he brings those fingers to his mouth, sucking your sweet honey from them.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet for me, darling. And you taste so sweet,” he murmurs, pressing his face against your mound. He inhales, the tip of his nose nudging at your clit, making your hips jerk slightly. “Smell even sweeter,” he praises. He’d bottle up your scent and wear it like cologne if it were possible, anything to feel close to you all of the time.

His lips part, hot breath fanning against your exposed cunt as he collects himself. You feel his tongue lick a delicate stripe up through your folds, a barely-there sensation, but it makes your back arch regardless.

“Oliver,” you moan, tangling your fingers in his hair.

You hear him exhale in a smug laugh before you feel his tongue again. He’s far more intentional this time, letting it lap up your juices from every crevice. You tug hard on his hair when you feel the wet muscle breach your entrance, lewd slurping sounds coming from the way he pleasures you. His strong hands grip your thighs, fingers digging into the plush skin, keeping you right where he wants you.

It feels like you’re levitating, ascending to a higher realm as he licks and sucks at your pretty, glistening pussy. He allows his mouth to focus on your clit, teeth grazing it in a greedy little nip before he soothes the area with his velvety tongue. You’re seeing stars when you feel two of his fingers slip generously inside of you, scissoring within your walls.

“Oh— oh my god,” you whine, your eyes pinching shut as you tip your head back.

“That’s right, baby — I’m your God. Worship me like I’m your God,” he growls, in a different headspace entirely.

While he’s usually so soft-spoken and polite, in this moment he’s cocky; more confident than you thought he’d ever be. You can’t fault him for it, though, because you do want to worship him. You want to get on your knees and pray for him.

Weeks of yearning, lusting after him from afar have come to fruition. Your longing now seeps out of you, with his eager mouth to swallow it all. He fucks his fingers harder into you, curling into your sweet spot as his tongue flicks rapidly back and forth over your sensitive bud.

The thing is, it’s been weeks of yearning on his end, too. This place, warm and wet between your thighs, is his altar — his holy ground. He wants to worship you just as much as he wants you to worship him. He’s dreamt of what you would taste like, how you’d suck him right in, and now that he has you he never wants to let you go.

“Fuck, Ollie, don’t stop,” you plead, letting loud rhythmic moans fall from your lips. At this point you don’t care if the entire house hears you; so fucking be it if they do. You know Farleigh would love something to gossip about; what better topic than how Oliver gave you a religious experience right under this massive roof?

Reading your mind, he speaks from his spot between your legs. “So fuckin’ loud, darling. You want everyone to hear us? To hear how good I make you feel?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you pant, grinding down on his fingers, nearly humping his face.

He hopes in his twisted mind that someone is listening. Hearing him claim you, mark you as his. He shakes his head back and forth, tongue laying flat as it swipes over your clit messily. You can feel yourself about to let go, to come completely undone for him.

But he can sense it, he can see it on your face that you’re so deliciously close to release, and he’s not having it yet.

Your brows furrow when he removes his fingers from your cunt, pulling his mouth away as well. You’re about to protest, about to plead with him to keep going, but he’s standing and pressing his lips to yours before you can get a word out.

There’s a painful ache in your core, and you can feel yourself still soaking wet for the man before you. His teeth bite at your bottom lip, tugging on it while he studies you with half-lidded eyes. He rolls his hips against yours and you can feel his excitement, his cock stiff in his boxers.

You paw at the waistband, attempting to free him from his confines, desperate to feel him. His fingers wrap around your wrists, stopping them from getting any closer to his cock.

“Don’t get greedy, sweetheart,” he warns. “I call the shots.”

He grabs you by the waist, encouraging you to sit on the counter behind you. You jump with his assistance, your skin cold where it rests on the marble surface.

His lips latch onto your neck once more, sucking on delicate skin, leaving tender bruises. He takes his sweet time, drawing out your agony as your arousal drips down your thighs. Pitiful whimpers crawl their way out of your throat, tilting your head to the side to allow him better access. He nips at the skin at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, licking the stinging spot afterwards to calm the ache. His thumbs tease your nipples, palms squeezing your breasts and making your back arch into him.

He removes one hand, reaching down to discard his boxers onto the floor. Finally, he grips his weeping cock in his fist, thumb running over the angry red tip. You gasp at the size of him, letting your eyes take in every inch, every vein. Committing him to memory.

“So fucking big, Ollie,” you murmur, reaching a tentative hand out, running a fingertip gently along his shaft. You’re almost surprised he lets you, and you don’t miss the way his jaw clenches in an attempt to keep his composure.

His large, warm palms move to your thighs, parting them for him. His tongue pokes out to lick his lips at the sight of you spread open for him, completely bare and wet with both his saliva and your arousal. In a moment of boldness, you pull him to you by the chain around his neck, your tongue instantly finding its way into his mouth. He exhales heavily, your tongues licking fervently into each other’s mouths, lips grazing.

You register the feeling of him lining his cock up at your entrance, the tip pressing against your folds. He slips inside, a groan leaving his lips as a shrill moan of his name leaves yours. The way he stretches you is bliss, there’s no other word for it. Pleasure that just barely teeters on the edge of pain, his cock reaching spots inside of you that your fingers could only hope to. He dips his head slightly, trailing kisses along your jawline until he reaches your ear, biting at the lobe. He starts with slow, calculated thrusts, his fingers digging harshly into your hips.

Your breathing is ragged, sinful sounds leaving you over and over as he starts to fuck you faster.

“Bet I feel so much better than your fingers, hm? Is this what you wanted all along? My cock stretching you out?” he asks, voice breathy and low. His words send shockwaves right to your core, turning you on even further.

“Yes, god, yes. Thought about this every night, Ollie. Wished you’d sneak into my room and have your way with me,” you confess, your cheeks growing warm as he smirks at you.

“Dirty little girl,” he tsks, letting his forehead rest against yours, fucking into you hard and fast.

The sounds of skin on skin mix with his pretty noises and yours; grunts and whines and sighs that reverberate off of the walls. Your nails claw at his shoulders, grounding yourself as his cock drives into your sweet spot again and again and again. Your eyes go wide when you watch him dip his head, spitting down onto your pussy, adding to the slippery mess that you’ve already created.

When he looks back up at you, your lips are parted in awe, your eyes begging for him to give you more. Spit in my mouth, please, is the unspoken cry that he understands instantly.

He grabs your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks hard enough that your lips part further. Your eyes roll back into your skull as he lets a string of saliva fall into your waiting mouth, his fingers tapping the bottom of your chin twice, encouraging you to close your mouth and swallow. You do as he wants, willing to swallow whatever he’d give you.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, slowing his thrusts briefly, giving you long and passionate strokes before returning to his previous quick pace.

“Oliver, oh my god,” you cry for him, your eyes screwing shut. “Feels so good, don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”

You can feel your previously staved-off orgasm approaching once more, the coil in the pit of your gut tightening more and more with each snap of his hips against yours.

“You getting close, baby?” he asks, letting his fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze. It gets the reaction he wants, your eyes snapping open and focusing on him. “That’s right, you look at me when I’m making you feel this good,” he instructs, letting go of your neck. “Otherwise, you don’t get to cum.

“Y-yes sir,” you comply. “Please make me cum, I’m so fucking close, Ollie, need it so bad,” you beg, making sure to keep your eyes on his. That stunning, icy blue pierces through your soul, sending a chill down your spine. His stare is intimidating, raising the hairs on your neck just as it did each time you weren’t quite sure who was watching you.

He bites down hard on your shoulder, rutting into you faster and faster until you’re finally tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm hits you in overwhelming waves, your walls clenching tight around his thick length.

“Oliver, Oliver, Oliver,” you chant his name, a prayer being raised to the sky as he shows you pure ecstasy.

His movements don’t slow, his lips greedily sucking at your neck before making their way back to your mouth.

“Gonna let me cum inside you sweetheart?” he asks between desperate kisses, your instantaneous nod nearly embarrassing.

“Please cum inside me, need your fucking cum, Ollie,” you respond, lips brushing against his. “Fill me up, make me yours.”

He groans low at your words, eyelids fluttering closed as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. Warm, thick ropes of his cum paint your walls, shuddering breaths leaving him as his head tips back.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he moans, giving you every drop that he has, continuing to rut into you until he’s completely milked dry.

Heavy breaths fill the room, his spent cock slipping out of you, leaving the mixture of your arousals to drip out and onto the floor. Trying to catch your breath, you watch in shock as he drops to his knees once more.

“What are you… what are you doing?” you ask, a sly smile on his face as he looks up at you.

“Just making sure you’re properly cleaned up, is all. Can’t have you going to bed like this,” he muses, collecting some of the sticky mixture with a quick swipe of his tongue. “Just lean back and relax, darling. Got to make up for all those nights you spent alone.”

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drunkenly sending oldie johnny (your boss basically) nudes⁉️⁉️

older!johnny cage > because of you

warnings: ur ass and butt are out, age gap (ur about 30), drunken goobers

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you weren't the type of person to get plastered on a tuesday, but a mission with the special forces went off with every success possible. johnny, one of the leaders and coordinators, insisted that a party was well-deserved, as was a week off (provided that any netherrealm horrors don't peek their head around the corner in that time).

a healthy serving of wine swirled in your glass as you were too entranced in the motion to notice your boss coming up to you. he had a beer in hand, and a sloppier smile than the one he typically carried himself with. he was loosened up, ready to charm anyone that'll give him the time of day. it's one of those traits you never really let go of as you age.

"there you are!" he exclaims, slamming a large hand onto your shoulder. "been looking for you since i arrived. wanted to thank you for your smart thinking on the mission."

your cheeks flare up at the sudden, very masculine attention. "thank you, lieutenant, but i just did what i had to. i didn't put much thought into it, i just —"

he shuts you up quick, pinching two fingers in front of your face with a grin.

"i'm johnny tonight," he starts with. "and don't downplay yourself. you're one incredible little firecracker." and with that, he provides another reassuring slap to the arm before pivoting and returning to the center of the party, where more people were bound to interact.

the interaction was so platonic, so casual, but your head felt fuzzy. any attention from johnny sent you reeling despite your most professional attempts to keep it under wraps. you wanted to dump your wine onto the floor, but dammit, it was actually pretty expensive courtesy of johnny.

most of the night didn't really happen in your memory, you were in and out as you enjoyed probably more alcohol than intended. perhaps you were trying to drown your embarrassment. tragically for the party, you were a quiet, sleepy drunk. and johnny of all people noticed your gentle swaying before anyone else.

"hey hun, you doing okay?" he asks, a small slur in his own voice as well. he leans down to inspect you, a strong hand holding your arm. "you look like you're ready to fall over." it took a good amount of strength to not let a little moan out at how good he smelled, even when mixed in with alcohol.

you rub your eyes with a small "mhm," not really paying much attention to your surroundings. johnny was having none of it.

"i know i told everyone to party hard, but i think you've had enough, doll," johnny admits, hands on his hips. "how about you retire to your quarters?"

you want to nod, you want to be curled up in your bed and dreaming but you honestly struggled to recall the map to your quarters. you were in a large common room, that much you knew. but when it came to stumbling your way back, it felt like traversing the jungle. johnny noticed your hesitation.

"here, come on," he holds his arm out, in that helpful fatherly way he adopted after having cassie. although he could be an egotistical pain in the ass, he still knew how to flip the switch and be a useful member of the special forces. your wrap your arms around his, drunkenly flustering yourself with the side of his bicep. you almost blurt out how much you'd like to take a bite out of it, but you thankfully hold your tongue.

the walk felt impossibly long to the both of you, the only noise being his boots and your own heeled shoes. johnny looks down at you with a weak smile.

"you look nice," he compliments, admiring your figure in your outfit. "don't think i've ever seen you in civilian clothes before." instinctively, your face slams into his arm, concealing your flushed face. he jumps, eyebrows shooting up. "oh, not great with compliments, huh?"

oh my god, dude. this is your boss. your boss is complimenting you privately. he's walking you to your room. out of all of the other members, he knows where your room is?? you feel yourself sobering up in horror, but all you can do is squeak out an "mm-mm," into the fabric of his sleeve. he chuckles lowly.

"that's alright," he reassures you with a loose grin. "can you stay upright for me?" his request feels suddenly entirely possible. yes, he's your boss, but if he asked you to jump you'd ask how high. you'd probably agree to several crimes if he asked in that sultry voice of his. your back involuntarily straightens at his minor request, and he chuckles again. "good girl, there we go."

his words feel like the world's hottest spell. it's like his voice is the only thing to come through in your screaming mind, interjecting any dirty thoughts that could possibly be conjured up inside.

after however long it might've been, you're standing at your door with johnny looming behind you. noticing you're too drunk and flustered to move on your own, he reaches around you and opens your door for you, ushering you in by the small of your back. a back that might split in two if he was any rougher.

"you need me to tuck you in?" he asks teasingly, seating you on your bed and standing over you. his hand finds its way to the top of your head, stroking with the length of your hair. your head tilts up to look at him through fluttering lashes, a harsh shake of your head telling him you were a big girl, you could do it on your own.

"good girl."

and there it was again, that heat curling into your stomach at his words. he used that phrase rarely, very rarely in training. johnny knew of the connotation of the phrase, sure he did. but your mind was so foggy, you couldn't determine if it was an intentional usage or not. you could only take it for what it was.

the silence seemed to be a response in itself. he pats your thigh, standing upright fully.

"right. well, best get to bed," he insists coolly. his tone sounds restrained, distant. like he's trying to stay calm. you can't argue or protest, just hum in response. he checks behind him one last time before shutting the door and leaving you to flail in your blankets.

are you that drunk to think he's flirting with you? is HE that drunk to flirt with you? of course, in your twisted, distorted mind, this was an indicator that not only was he flirting with you, he wanted you biblically. carnally. whatever other word you could pull from your dulled brain.

the sensations he had left behind, his lingering scent, you were starting to lose it. even sitting upright, your hand dove under your pants and lazily played with yourself, trying to relieve the part embarrassment and part lust you felt from his presence.

in the heat of your masturbation, your horniness spoke to you like a devil on your shoulder, telling you to show him how good it was feeling. so, like a fool, you snapped a shaky video of yourself. you laid on your back and continued to massage your clit in slow, tender circles, enough to hopefully send him into shock.

you find his contact easily, considering you often searched for it and debated texting him outside of work hours. but now, that anxiety was gone, and you sent the video with no shame, captioning it with as flirty of a message you could type.

"m still thinkinf of yuo" was your best attempt so you settled with it. johnny didn't open it, considering he was at a party and likely too busy to check his phone. in your imagination however, it felt like a game to see how many times you could text him and still not get a response. so, you sent another.

you pulled your shirt up, letting your breasts ripple freely with each tug and pinch of your nipple. your drunken whines were barely audible unless the volume was on full blast. you sent it without shame.

"woulf feel bettre with yhor hands."

as a final attempt to get his attention, you type out a firm and blunt confession, one that you would have never thought to type in a million years. damn his pricey wine!!

"i need you"

at this message, he finally opens it and the read receipt makes you nauseous. could you lose your job over this? probably. johnny takes a looooong time to reply, though his message is short.

"sweetheart." that's all it says, and you can't make out the tone. condescending? encouraging? your conclusion is even more vague at his next message. "you're drunk. please get some rest."

if there's anything the special forces taught you, it's that you don't back down from a fight. so, you lazily shimmy your pants further down to get a juicier view of your sloppy pussy, dragging a thin line of your fluids to snap a photo of.

"cant hepl it," you text back. "need yoy all the timr"

"do i need to come in there and put you to bed myself so you stop sending those pictures?"

you swallow dryly. shit. maybe this isn't the best approach. he seems frustrated, annoyed with your pushy behavior. or maybe, and the thought makes you grin wickedly, maybe johnny wants to put you in your place the way you dream about.

"maybe," you add a tongue out emoji for extra measures. johnny reads it, but doesn't reply.

several minutes fly by as you're lazily toying with yourself, chasing the high that might've been a bad idea in hindsight. you'll worry about it when you're sober.

boots echo down the hallway. a master key jingles in your doorknob. you don't think to remove your hand from under your pants, instead craning your neck to see what the deal was.

the door slowly swings open, and johnny's silhouette is massive in the doorway. his breathing is heavy. his fists are clenched. a sight so beautiful in your drunk mind that you can't help but widen your legs ever so slightly. he seemingly twitches in response.

"lieutenant," you breathe out, your circular motions on your clit speeding up. johnny can only shush you before making quick strides to your side, slamming your thighs together with a deep sigh.

"bed," he commands darkly, voice sounding stern, but not in the way he'd act around the trainees. "now."

"mm," you whine, trying to reopen your legs but his hands clasp your knees harshly. "i was close." he sighs again, placing his forehead on your knees.

"doll," he warns you again. "i'm not asking."

"did you like the videos?" you slur out, bringing your fingers to your lips to nervously fiddle with them. "i made them for you."

he exhales sharply, sounding more like a frustrated hiss. "that's not—"

"did you like seeing me touch myself to you?" this brazen attitude comes out of left field for you. it was like your mind and body were on autopilot.

"you're playing a dangerous game."

"i know."

johnny tries to avert his eyes from you, but they can only fall to your wetness coating your thighs.

"jesus..." he mutters, tilting his head to get a better look. "doll, you're soaked."

"because of you."

"is that so?"

slowly, tenderly, he reopens your thighs with a palm on each leg. your cunt is on full display, soaked and aching from the previous pleasure. as if it was the only logical way to approach this, johnny's hand lowers to your core, swiping a thumb across your folds and making you jump. his eyes are glassy, like he's not in control of his actions. his jaw is tense.

"god, i..." his thumb pulls away and you writhe. "i shouldn't. we can't."

"why not?" your voice is whiny, needy for more.

"i'm your boss, doll."

"that makes it more exciting."

"if anyone finds out—"

"they won't."

his inner turmoil fizzes away when he catches another glance at your pussy, shiny and slick with need for him and him only. his thumb returns, darting straight to your clit to rub circles with his calloused fingerprint.

"i'm not gonna fuck you," he mutters, transfixed on the sight below him. you feel tears prick in the corners of your eyes when you can only weakly ask why not. he takes a moment to reply. "because i wouldn't be able to control myself."

johnny's fingers pick up the pace, now creating an obscene slick noise from your cunt with his fingers. he toys with your sensitive bud, relishing in the way you squirm and flush from his hands alone. his dick twitches eagerly with each moan you spill, and he thinks to himself that he'd rather enjoy making you scream from his dick. perhaps next time.

"johnny—" you whimper, hands digging into his forearm. "please, i— 'm close." you wish you hadn't gotten yourself a head start, so maybe it would last longer.

"mm?" his voice feels far away, not really listening to your warning as his brutal pace goes unfaltered.

"johnny," you try to warn him again, needier this time. your volume increases. he holds a hand down on your stomach, flat to keep you from escaping his touch.

his fingers spread your folds apart as he gets full access to your clit. his lips part to groan at the pretty sight, and the way his motions become sloppy as he loses traction and slips across your folds. as your lips part to let out a needy cry, he leans forward from between your legs and firmly slams his lips against yours, swallowing every attempt of a moan you could make. it's his warm, wet lips that send you over the edge, one that he rubs you right through. as you throw your head back and disconnect your lips, he buries his face in your neck to take in your scent.

"good girl..." johnny gently encourages you as you ride out your orgasm. now weakly spasming and fluttering around nothing. "you're alright, i've got you."

after some time of you laying seemingly lifeless, he removes his fingers from your soaking pussy. from how hard you came with his fingers alone, you wanted to feel embarrassed, but you were instead in a dumb bliss.

johnny sits up again, wrapping his lips around his fingers to clean the mess you made on him. his eyes flutter shut at your taste. his other hand falls to his cock, shamelessly readjusting the thick tent you created to avoid suspicion. your head falls forward again to get a hazy look at his form hovering above you.

"get some rest," he quietly asks, glancing to the door to ensure nobody heard. "i'd... like to have a word with you. in my office. tomorrow."

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Hi! I don't know if u take requests but I'd love to see smut for professor!johnny cage x student!reader (legal), anyways love your work ! <3

no one needs to know

a/n: i gotchu snookums, had this marinating in my head for a couple hours. i'm never letting down the fact that his last name is carlton canonically, and yes i am referencing that one mod skin of his.

pairing: dom!professor!johnny cage x afab!student!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), power imbalance, blowjobs, pussy eating, fingerfucking, praise kink, humiliation kink

you’re failing Dr. Carlton’s class on physics, but you’re a senior in your final semester, and your scholarship money doesn’t cover past the allotted four years

you’ve done everything you can possibly think of: going to UTA hours, going to TA hours, going to study sessions in the library, making your own study groups

everything except going and making an appointment with the professor himself

you weren’t going to lie, he was attractive, and you and your friends have gushed a few times about how he hot he is

and you’ve most definitely stared at his veiny arms for far too long in the class and the gray streaks in his hair just seem to make him hotter than he already is

but he was your professor

but you’re also failing your class, and you’re desperate to figure out why all your tests are marked in red, and so you make an appointment with Dr. Carlton to go over your homework

you arrive, and you raise a shaky hand to knock at his door

he tells you come in, and you crack the door open; he’s got his button-up shirt sleeves rolled up to give a perfect view of his thick forearms and you calm yourself

you enter and close the door behind you and sit down in the chair in front of his office

the room is full of memorabilia: posters of movies hung up on every corner and photos of his friends pinned up to the walls, and wow apparently like attracts like because all of his friends are attractive

concentrating back on the task at hand because maybe you stare a little too long at the photos of him and his friends, you pull out your homework from your backpack and ask him, Dr. Car-

but he interrupts and tells you call him Johnny and flashes you a bright smile, and you nearly melt in your seat

but you soldier on, and start going over your homework with Dr-sorry Johnny, and he comes over to sit next to you and leans in close to figure out what you’re doing wrong

you’re nearly dizzy with how close he is, how he smells like expensive cologne, but you continue and rub your thighs together subtly to try and alleviate the pressure on your clit

if Johnny notices, he doesn’t say anything, just points at the paper and tells you exactly where you went wrong in your equation and running his fingers through his hair

halfway into the office hour, you’re nearly a teary mess: you can’t seem to get anything right, and you want to drop out of his class

you technically didn’t need his class, but you thought it would be fun to get a physics minor but the add/drop date had passed and you’re about to cry in your professor’s office

Johnny sighs and leans back, saying that he’s not sure you’re going to pass the class, and you nearly drop to your knees to beg, that you’ll do anything to pass his class

instead, you just let out a quiet ‘oh’ and start packing up your things to leave and go and eat a tub of ice-cream and cry until you can’t see

he puts a warm hand on your thigh, and you freeze, a hot flush spreading over your face as you realize how big his hand is compared to your thigh

he says there is something that you can do to improve your grades, he raises an eyebrow up at you, eying your figure up and down

you suddenly feel conscious of what you look like, dressed in a baggy t-shirt and a knee-length skirt, but he leans back in his seat next to you, spreading his thighs and tells you that you’re smart and you can figure out what he wants

you tremble in your seat at what he’s implying but put your stuff back down and kneel down on the floor in between his legs, mouth beginning to salivate at the thought

you say you’ve never done this before in a quiet voice, but he just stares down at you and says that’s okay, a small smirk on his face, and that he’ll help you

you unbuckle him with shaky hands and pull down his pants to reveal his cock

he’s only half-hard but you’re already nervous at at how big he is

you pump him to full hardness, and he’s biting his lip and wrapping his hands around yours to show him how to give the tip extra attention and to give consistent strokes

eventually, you lean your head forward and give his the tip of his dick a test kiss, and you feel his cock twitch in your hands

so you keep giving his cock little kitten licks and listen to his breathing get more uneven

eventually, he grows tired and tells you to take the tip of his dick in your mouth and to mind your teeth

you listen to him and he groans at the sight of your lips stretching around his girth

he gently guides your head up and down his dick, relishing in how warm and wet your mouth is, and you’re focused on how his heavy cock feels on your tongue

he starts guiding you lower and lower until the tip hits the back of your throat, and you pull back, gagging and coughing as you try to get some air in your lungs

he’s patient, waiting for your coughing fit to pass before he tells you to try again, to breathe through your nose this time

your face is red, but you obey and try again, going slow and breathing through your nose as you take him deep into your throat

you’ve started to rub your thighs together, hoping for some friction, and you dip your fingers into your panties to relieve some of the tension

he notices this and laughs, saying how you’re such a dirty whore for enjoying this

you whine around his dick, and the vibrations have him biting his lip and letting out a low moan

he lets you bob your head up and down his cock slowly, and you pump your hand around what doesn’t fit in your mouth

after a while, he pulls your head off of his dick, and tells you to stick your tongue out while pumping his dick hard and fast

you do so, and he groans at the sight of you so compliant and submissive and cums all over your face

a couple spurts land on your tongue and once he’s done cumming, watching your face intently, you swallow the small amount that you can, and Johnny groans and drags you to your feet

he props you up on his desk and stands in between your legs so that you’re forced to spread your thighs wide for him

he flips your skirt up and laughs at the cute pattern you have on your panties, and you blush, turning your head to the side

he grabs your chin and orders you to keep looking at him, and then he gets onto his own knees and rubs at your pussy through the fabric of your panties

you whimper and clench around nothing, and he chuckles at your reaction before leaning into your pussy and licking at your clit

he eats your pussy through the fabric, lapping at you desperately while you grind your hips into his face

finally, he pulls your panties to the side and sucks on your clit while pushing one of his fingers into your cunt

your hips buck up but one of his arms keeps your body still, and he just hums around your clit

you whimper at the sensation, resisting the urge to throw your head back as he watches you bite your lip to try and keep the volume to a minimum

his finger was thick, much thicker than your own, and you wonder distantly how he’s going to fit his cock inside of you

Johnny just continues to lap at your clit, pumping his finger in and out of you before adding another

he pokes and prods at your insides, until he crooks his fingers just right and you let out a loud whine at the sensation

his eyes brighten, and he fucks his fingers ruthlessly into that spot, sucking and flicking your clit like a mad man as you can barely hold your thoughts together

your face burns red as he maintains eye contact with you, but when he winks at you, you go over the edge and cum all over his fingers

it feels like it lasts forever as he fingerfucks you through your orgasm, but eventually the high fizzles out, and you’re panting like you’ve just ran a marathon

he removes his fingers from your slick pussy, an obscene squelching sound as he does so, and stands up so his cock grinds into your folds, and he places his wet fingers on your lips

you open your lips, and he puts his fingers in your mouth, and you suck on them, whining again as you feel yourself leaking wetness onto his desk

Johnny smiles at you and reaches behind you with his other hand and pulls out a condom from his desk drawer and puts it on

you think through fuzzy thoughts if he had prepared for this beforehand, but before you can give much more though, he presses his fingers down on your tongue, and your mind goes blank

he slips on the condom and rubs his dick over your pussy a few more times before slowly sliding in inch by inch

you both groan at the contact, and Johnny squeezes his eyes shut

he’s never had a pussy so tight and wet in his life, and he’s only holding onto a thread of control

you, on the other hand, are panting, tears pricking at your eyes at the stretch

you’ve fucked yourself on toys before, yes, but none of them were quite as thick as Johnny and you can’t help but whimper in pain and pleasure as he finally bottoms out

he thrusts into you slowly, letting you adjust to the thickness, and before long you’re a whimpering mess on the table

he removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva still connecting the two, and uses his soaked fingers to rub at your clit

you yelp at the contact, still sensitive from his tongue earlier, but he just shushes you, telling you he can’t have the others hear him

and so the only sounds in the room is the wet slap of his hips against yours and your quiet whimpers and his sparse grunts

he’s whispering things into your ear the whole time, how you’re doing so well for him, how pretty you looked on your knees for him, that you’d be better at cocksucking than getting a diploma

your pussy clenches around his cock at his words and your face grows warm at the thought of only being a fuck toy for him, not having to think and only bring a dumb slut for him

Johnny keeps on talking, thrusts getting sloppy and rough as he loses control and gets close to cumming

when he leans into you, lips smashing against yours, you cum on his cock, a loud whine that he muffles with his lips as he cums into his condom

he continues to thrust in and out of you after you’re both done cumming, lips never leaving yours as he kisses you greedily

finally, he pulls away from you and wishes he could take a picture of how you look: dazed and fucked-out

he pulls out of you and ties off the condom and throws it into the trash and pulls some wet wipes out of the drawer to wipe you and himself down

when he’s down cleaning you up, it looks like nothing has happened except for the fact that both of your lips are swollen and red

as you pick up your bag to leave, he gives you one last kiss, squeezing your ass, telling you to expect a bump in your grades and how often to meet him

then, he leans down to your ear and tells you how he saw you drooling at the pictures of his friends earlier and maybe he’ll let them have a piece of you too

you shiver and nod, and he gives you a smack on the ass as you leave, a promise for what’s to come in the future

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Watermelon Sugar

Oliver Quick x f!Reader

My fic masterlist

Summary: Just a slice of hot summer in Saltburn.

Actaeon series spin-off, taking place between Artemis and The Wrath of the Stag.

Warnings: smut, fingering, handjob, finger sucking.

Word Count: 3,2K

Almost two weeks had passed after the karaoke night events. It was a sultry August noon, and you were reading "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" by the pool. You were lying on your stomach on a lounger, dangling your feet in the air and eating triangularly sliced pieces of watermelon. Time seemed to freeze and melt in this heat, and at that moment it felt like that summer would never end. That would be perfect.

Oliver sauntered over to the pool, topless, his T-shirt on his shoulders. There you were.

You were so engrossed in reading that you didn't hear him approach. Besides, he came unnoticed. As always.

Your legs swung back and forth in the air alternately exposing your buttocks, slightly peeking out of your colorful swimsuit.

Oliver swallowed involuntarily. He leaned against the nearest wall, clutching the ends of his blue T-shirt tightly in his hands. He loved every inch of your body, but he was already beginning to realize that your ass was especially driving him crazy. He was a booty man and never missed a chance to put his hand on top, squeeze or kiss it. Or better to do everything at once. And sometimes even give it a little slap. He was thinking more and more often that maybe he should try to go a little bit further with that and see your reaction. At that thought, he shifted against the warm rough bricks of the wall, tugging the ends of his cloth tighter.

God, if only he could have his way with you just right there, by the pool. Sit down next to you, give you a little massage, and then... take you as he wished it and as you wished it too. On a lounger, by the pool, in the water, or better yet, all in turn. And so that all the inhabitants of Saltburn, its guests and servants could hear how much pleasure Oliver was bringing you. But alas, this was not his home. At least for now, he had not yet fully decided on this issue for himself.

His body began aching numbly, and, unable to just stand and think all these thoughts anymore, Oliver finally decided to declare his presence.

"Hey, Y/N, do you mind if I lie down next to you?"

"Oliver... Didn't hear you coming!" you abruptly turned over on the sunbed, with a piece of watermelon in one hand and a book in the other. Watermelon juice began to flow slightly down your hand, you put a piece of watermelon on a plate, quickly licking the remaining juice from your hand and wiping against your leg. Oliver carefully followed all these movements with the silent gaze. You lifted your sunglasses, greeting him with warmth in your eyes. Oliver couldn't help but smile back.

"I think I left my book here yesterday," Quick went to the far little table to get his belonging, and then laid down on the next lounger from you.

"Oh, you’ve started a new one?"

"Yeah," he confirmed absent-mindedly, opening it and searching for the place where he had left off the previous time. It seemed that Oliver was not just reading books, but devouring them for lunch.

"Huh, I'm still reading Harry Potter..." your voice became a little sad and thoughtful. Of course, you also read a lot of things during your studies, but still not all of them from the list, and during the summer break you preferred to distract yourself with something lighter, almost childish even. While Oliver read one big serious book after another, also he had recently read Harry Potter in less than a week to be aware of what you were all constantly talking about, discussing the plot, "How you’re doing that?"

"Well, you take the book, open it... and then you start to look at the lines of letters that add up to meaningful words and sentences," Oliver explained in a serious tone, barely hiding his smile.

You snickered back, "Should’ve known that sooner!"

He chuckled, and you both went deep into reading your stuff. After a couple of minutes, your smile faded again.

"What is it, Y/N?" it seemed that nothing could be hidden from Oliver. You decided to tell him as it was, choosing the words and overcoming some embarrassment, "I just... I don't know. You read so much, and in general, you’ve achieved everything yourself at Oxford, including entering it. Well, of course, me too... Kinda... But still, it seems that you do more and work harder than I do. Even the way you read in your free time. I've been reading Harry Potter for the second month now. Of course, I'm just enjoying it, stretching the pleasure, it's also important, you know... But anyway, I'm not like you, I wish I could be you in certain way..."

Oliver listened to your mumbling until his eyebrows began to rise and warm smile appeared on his face.

"Y/N. You're not like me, and that's why I like you," Oliver said tenderly.

"And you don't even know how much," he added mentally. You could think that he would judge by your close communication over the past couple of weeks, or at least since the beginning of the summer, but he has already studied you very well since your meeting at Oxford. You were kind, you were kind to him, especially when you comforted him the day he told Felix and you about his family and the whole "father situation". Yes, not at all as interested as you were now, but it was only a matter of time, Oliver had been hoping for this from the very beginning. Yes, you were much kinder than him. Basically, this reason alone possibly could have been enough, but he did not deny himself the pleasure of mentally going over the rest of your qualities, which were different from his own.

You were open and generous, you were similar to Felix here, but unlike him, you were more modest and even a bit shy. And, of course, you were smart, although sometimes very naive. But for Oliver, it wasn't a flaw, he adored your naivety and innocence.

That trick with Felix's towels and your little lie about the malfunction of the second bathroom, he totally forgave and recorded it as a childish prank. He decided that it even amused and touched him, the way you childishly decided to take the initiative and allegedly outwit Quick.

He felt like a tiger that a little kitten had tried to hunt. The tiger that laid calmly next to the kitten and smiled lazily, waving his tail, which the little hunter was trying to catch. Oliver smiled lazily at the thought himself and decided that someday he even wouldn't mind if you tried to repeat such an innocent prank. And he would think about what he would do to you after that.

You were never capable of even a small part of what he was willing to do and had done in life to achieve his goals, to the extent that you would never have thought of such a thing. That was also why he had chosen you. You didn't have to be power hungry like him. On the contrary, it would be more than enough for him if you were hungry only for your rather harmless aspirations and, of course, for Oliver himself.

You were quite a complete and content person on your own, and this was very attractive to the many-faced Oliver, who was still struggling to find a place for himself in this life. But he had found his place beside you and planned to stay there for a long time, ideally, forever.

And of course, he adored the power he had over you, the way you looked at him trustingly and fascinated whenever he told you something. The way you looked away shyly when he gazed at you too intensely at breakfasts or dinners. The way you looked at him with your doe eyes, lying under him in bed, as if bewitched. The way he made you feel. Moan. Dig your fingers and nails deeper into his skin. Throw your head back with pleasure. Say his name. And generally, the fact that his name was coming out from your lips. Wheresoever. All the time.

And if only you knew what kind of power you have over him yourself. It seemed that even Oliver himself sometimes did not fully comprehend this, but he definitely felt it on a subconscious, instinctive level. He felt boundless joy, excitement and pride that the object of his adoration finally adored him. If there was a happiness, which Oliver sometimes looked for confirmation of in the philosophical books that he read, then it definitely lay in this for him.

He wanted a lot from you, it was true, but in return he was ready to throw the whole world at your feet and even more.

You were smiling sheepishly, still processing his words. The sunglasses on your face had slipped down slightly, revealing your equally embarrassed, but gentle and expressive gaze to him. He reached out to you, leaning on your lounger with one hand, and gently kissed you on the lips. The book in your hands trembled a little.

"It seems it’s getting too hot in here. I'm going to take a dip," Quick winked at you, got up from his sunbed and walked to the edge of the pool. Spreading his shoulder blades on his broad, muscular back, he stood on tiptoe a little and made a rather graceful leap into the water. To be honest, for a while you forgot about the adventures of young wizards, all your thoughts were now occupied by Oliver and how he swam in the water, making wide strokes with his fit arms. You even thought about joining in, but he came out of the water pretty quickly and flopped down on his lounger with his stomach down, exhaling contentedly.

You looked at him through your glasses. Drops of water trickled down his body that was heating up, repeating the contour of his every lean muscle, his dark slightly curly hair turned into wet, completely black strands. Then he turned over, exposing his face, glistening from the water, to the hot sun. He had just cooled off in the pool, but he looked damn hot. He was like an animated marble statue basking in the August sun on a lounger next to you. You inhaled the warm sticky air sharply but quietly, deciding to focus on reading. Oliver chuckled faintly, without opening his eyes. Surely, he couldn't know how you stared at him through your black sunglasses. Or could he? You weren't sure anymore.

Finally, really deep into reading, you took another piece of watermelon and began to eat it with appetite. The watermelon was juicy, so it started running down your chin and then down the hand that was holding it. You put down the book and reached for a napkin, when suddenly you heard a slightly hoarse "Let me." Looking in surprise to the side, you found that Oliver was shamelessly examining you, lying on his side, and, apparently, for some time. His unblinking gaze and slightly parted lips turned something in your stomach. His chest rose and fell noticeably from his rather heavy breathing.

He gently took your hand by the wrist and then slowly ran his tongue over it, climbing up the palm and licking the watermelon juice from it. A familiar knot started to form in your stomach. Oliver took turns taking your fingers into his mouth. Thumb. His lips were very tender. He pulled your completely clean finger out of his mouth with a smacking sound. Index finger. His lips were soft but at the same time firm. He started looking you straight in the eye.

Middle finger. You felt his soft, hot tongue against your skin. Ring finger. God, he started to lick and suck your fingers lightly at the same time. Pinkie. You were already burning down there, as you shifted your gaze from to the place where your fingers met Oliver's caressing mouth, to his piercing blue eyes, which looked at you from under their black eyelashes, almost without blinking.

He had never done this before, but now you didn't understand how you had lived without that feeling all this time. You wanted to eat a watermelon sloppily every day so that he would do this. Seeing how much you liked it, how you started fidgeting your legs on the sunbed, he once again ran his lips over your middle and index fingers, sucking them both at the same time. You let out a soft moan. Oliver smiled contentedly, closing his eyes and enjoying the process. You opened your lips in a silent exhale, looking at the guy, unable to tear yourself away from this sight. There was already a fire raging in the pit of your stomach and below.

Taking your fingers out of his mouth, he briefly kissed your palm, and then threw one of his hands over your body, leaning on your lounger. It made an surprised squeak at the presence of a guest. His heated by the sun metal chain hung, almost touching your lips. You even had the thought of taking it in your mouth. You gulped.

"Do you know, Y/N, how sweet you are? And right now, literally," Oliver put his face close to your chin and licked off the remnants of watermelon juice. Moving his tongue higher, he licked the contour of your lips. You could barely lie still, but at the same time you seemed frozen by everything that was happening now. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, letting out a soft groan. The sweetness of the watermelon and your tongues mixed in your mouth, making your head spin. His wet and sticky lips caressed your lips, making some breaths and moans. He almost completely rolled over with his body on your lounger. The hotness of the sun and Oliver's hotness almost drove you to sunstroke. You could feel the firmness of his body and the way his swim trunks were getting tighter by the second. It was almost unbearable.

You broke off the kiss while recovering your breath. Oliver was looking at you, unsure of what to do next. More precisely, he knew exactly what he wanted, but he couldn't afford it right now, so his brain was quickly calculating all possible options.

"Shall we go for a dip together?" you nodded affirmatively at his suggestion. Getting up from the sunbed, he took you by both hands and led you to the edge of the pool.

"Together" means "to the very end," he smirked, and without letting go of your hands, he took a step back, plunging into the pool. You squeaked as you flew after him. In the water, Oliver's strong arms caught you and spun you around a little right under the water. You let out a laugh, releasing a few bubbles instead of "ha-ha."

Then you surfaced, and Quick pinned you between his muscular arms at the edge of the pool. There you both reached the bottom with your feet there, and you were pressed closer to the cool wall of the pool. It was a pleasant contrast between this and Oliver's body, which was even somehow hotter in the water.

"And what I am to do with you? With you, lying in your swimsuit in the sun, enjoying yourself so much and eating watermelon so seductively all the damn day. It's impossible to look at it and just put up with it," Oliver said, kissing you again passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and your legs began to wrap around his pelvis. You felt his boner with your crotch even in the water. He hissed faintly. You involuntarily began to rub and cling to him even more, feeling the literal fire under the water down there.

"Don't tempt me any more," he whispered against your lips, "Or else..."

One of his hands went deeper under the water, his fingers parted the fabric of your bikini to the side. Soon you felt his fingers inside you. The feeling in the water was slightly unusual, but you liked it. Oliver was slowly caressing you, and you tilted your head back a bit, unable to figure out where the wetness of the pool ended and your own begun. Oliver was moaning softly near your ear, and you could barely contain your loud moans. His fingers worked so well inside you that it felt like the entire pool was filled exclusively with your moisture.

You snuggled closer to the guy, and he started kissing your neck, which made your body cover in goosebumps. Then he slipped his other hand into your swimsuit and squeezed one breast. You let out a groan. Oliver added another finger, your legs curled around him, you wanted to moan at the top of your voice, but you were afraid that someone might come up at any moment and see what you two were doing here. The mixture of fear of being caught and wild excitement made brought you to the peak much faster than you expected.

"Is my girl done much faster today?" Oliver asked innocently, stroking your waist, "Admit it, it’s rather turning on. The probability of being caught. You feel it too, don't you? Oh, yes, you do understand me..."

Oliver slightly narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. He really liked the fact that you were different, but he was even more pleased with the moments where your morality and your desires sometimes converged at the same one ambiguous point.

He grinned contentedly when you, nodding slightly and biting your lip, a little timidly reached for his swim trunks with your hands. He exhaled sharply when you felt his bump and ran your soft hand up and down his hard cock several times. The movements of your hand in the water felt like in a slow motion. Oliver half-closed his eyes, holding onto the sides of the pool, and hissed, "Yes, my sweet Y/N, that's it, don't stop… Wait."

He recoiled a little from you, you involuntarily turned around, following his frowning gaze. Felix. He was walking to the pool in sunglasses, wearing a yellow shirt and swimming trunks, carrying a towel and some drink in a can. You laughed awkwardly and embarrassedly while Oliver was rather tense and very displeased. But he forced himself to distract himself, for your sake and for Felix too.

"Hi guys! How long have you been... Hey-y, did I interrupt something?" Catton Jr. asked rather jokingly, seeing you laughing in the pool, but he still tensed a little from the proximity of your distance.

"No, we just came in, join us!" Oliver shouted cheerfully, dispelling the guy's suspicions. At least, most of them.

While Felix was undressing and putting his things on his lounger, you looked pointedly at Oliver and sighed quietly, pursing your lips. Quick blinked slowly in response and nodded slightly, assuring you that way that your fun would definitely continue soon, and no one would dare to interrupt you next time.

But still, Oliver thought to himself, he would have to ponder again all the options for how to make sure that you wouldn't be disturbed inside and outside this house, not only for the next time, but preferably never again.

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Pairings: Oliver Quick X !fem reader

Summary: Oliver is upset because something happened at uni so seeks you for comfort. later in the night things get heated

CW: NSFW!! kissing, bad language, fluff that turns to smut, sub!Oliver dom!reader, handjob, blowjob, 69, pussy eating, praise, ma’am kink, orgasm denial

WC: 2k

warning: i am dyslexic so don't expect all words to be spelled correctly, also i don't autocapitalise my words

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‘Oliver honey i’m home,’ i yell into the seemingly empty house, ‘Oliver?’

i make my way into the kitchen, setting down the shopping bags on the counter. i hear a sniffle from the living room and walk towards the noise.

‘Oliver baby, are you okay?’ i can’t see him but the shaking blob under the blankets on our sofa tell me he is under there.

i sit next to him and slowly move my hand to take the blanket off of him.

‘go away please y/n,’ his voice is low, broken, i don’t like it at all.

‘what’s wrong baby?’ i ask, hand still on the blanket.

he sniffles again and when he makes no effort to move i pull the blanket off of him completely. there he is, my Oliver, knees bent to his chest, his eyes red and puffy. It broke my heart to see him quivering and sniffling like that. My sweet, sweet boy. So small and broken yet still so beautiful. the whites of his Hiscobalt blue eyes had turned bloodshot, his lip quivering slightly.

‘what is wrong Oliver?’ i ask again, a few more tears escape his eyes.

‘it’s nothin’ i’m bein’ silly,’ his accent is particularly thick when he begins to talk, little voice broken.

‘Oliver, it’s okay,’ i assure him, cupping his face in my hands, ‘you can tell me.’

‘at uni,’ his voice breaks, ‘i was tryin’ to get to class an’ someone tripped me. im okay but my glasses broke.’

‘awh, baby,’ my hand moves to his hair, ‘it’s okay, we can get you some new ones.’

he finally looks at me. his face is tear stained and it breaks my heart a little.

‘really?’ he wipes his nose on the back of his sleeve, ‘you think so?’ my heart breaks a little at the sight of the man in front of me.

‘of course, we can book an appointment at the opticians tomorrow, how’s that sound?’ he gives me a weak smile, eyes still glassy.

‘okay,’ he leans forward and gives me a big hug, ‘thank you y/n,’ he speaks into my hair.

he pulls back and i give him a kiss on the lips.

‘i feel so silly,’ he wipes his eyes free of tears and chuckles to himself a little.

‘don’t. it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know this,’ i assure him.

‘thank you y/n,’ he mumbles, ‘for everything.’

‘don’t thank me silly,’ i get up, and go into the kitchen.

i unpack all the shopping and find Oliver asleep on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv.

i walk over to him and shake his shoulder a little, the time that is displayed on the living room clock reads 9:03pm, ‘Oliver baby, wake up.’

he opens his eyes a little and squints a little, ‘im awake.’

‘you coming to bed?’ i ask.

‘mhm, you coming too?’ he replies, eyes shining in the light.

‘of course,’ i smile down at him.

i go to our shared bedroom and get in bed, Oliver comes in a moment later. he undresses and slides into bed beside me and pulls me into him so he is spooning me.

‘goodnight my love,’ he whispers into my neck.

‘goodnight,’ i sigh contently.

an hour or two must pass before i’m awoken, Oliver is still asleep, his short breaths coming out rigid against my neck. his hips are rutting against the curve of my ass, his dick hard. he’s having a wet dream. little whines are coming from his parted lips. i open my legs a little, moving so his dick is between my thighs. i close them slowly, clenching slightly. he’s still sleeping when his pace picks up, pulling me closer to his chest. he’s fucking my thighs at a good pace, whimpering into my neck, still sleeping. i move my hand down to where the head of his cock pokes out from between my thighs and lay it flat. every thrust forward his tip is pushed against my hand. he gets louder at this and speeds up. humping my thighs like a deprived animal. i smirk to myself. i can tell when he gets close by the urgency of his thrusts. before he can cum however, i move my hand and open my legs. with nothing to rut against he lets out a huff of air. i wonder what he is dreaming about.

‘Oliver,’ i drag my hand up his arm that is tight around my waist, ‘Oliver baby wake up,’ i push my ass against him.

he jolts awake, pulling away from me ever so slightly.

‘Oliver?’ i question into the darkness.

‘mhm,’ he responds, tiredness creeping into his voice.

‘you horny?’ i know he gets shy when i’m vulgar.

‘shh,’ he scolds, knew it.

‘want me to take care of you baby,’ the hand on his arm reaches between my legs to stroke his dick.

he winces, ‘please.’

my hand comes off of his dick and turns on the lamp at the side of our bed. i sit up and turn to look at Oliver, his eyes are tired but his dick is rigid and swollen with need.

‘lay on your back for me,’ i pull the blanket off the both of us.

he obeys instantly and lays his head back on the pillows.

‘good boy,’ my hand travels down his chest towards his thighs.

when i get close to his erection he bucks his hips up, so needy.

i tut, ‘that how much you need me?’ i give his right thigh a light slap.

his eyes are now clouded with something other than tiredness.

‘yeah, just please,’ he whines, bucking his hips up again, ‘touch me.’

‘beg,’ i state simply, sitting back, legs crossed.

his eyes meet mine, then rake down my body. they falter slightly at the sight of my hard nipples but continue down til he just stares at my increasingly soaking pussy.

‘Oliver,’ i warn, ‘my eyes are up here.’

his eyes shoot to my own, cock throbbing a little.

‘beg.’ i say once again, reaching for his dick but stopping just before i touch him.

‘please y/n, please touch me. fuck, i need you so bad. make me feel good. i promise ill be a good boy. just touch me,’ he shudders when my palm comes in contact with his leaking tip.

‘such a good boy, Oliver,’ i praise, finally wrapping my hand around his cock.

he closes his eyes, whines and whimpers leaving him when i begin stroking him at a slow pace, he needs more, i know this. i dont give him it though, i want him to be a writhing mess by the time im finished with him. he moves his hips up when i get to the head of his dick on the fifth stroke. when he does so i take my hand away.

his eyes shoot open, ‘why did you stop?’ his cock pulses once again.

‘you get what i give you. don’t take more. do you understand?’ i look expectantly at him.

he nods, ‘i understand.’

‘so if you understand that why do you still move your hips when i’m touching you. am i not good enough? would you rather go back to sleep with an aching cock? huh? would you rather have me pressed against you all night, so close to slipping into my pussy, but knowing you can’t?’ i’m teasing him.

‘no ma’am, you’re more than enough. i just need you so bad. please touch me again,’ a streak of precum makes its way down his dick, pooling at his pelvic area.

i take a finger and follow the trail of precum up to his tip. he moans, loud, and throws his head back.

i wrap my hand around his aching erection once more and begin stroking him a little faster than i was before. i pick up my pace when tears fall from his eyes but stop when i can feel him tighten under me, knowing he is about to cum.

i bring my hand completely away and wait for him to recover before speaking, ‘we’re going to play the fast and slow game, okay baby? you think you can do that for me?’

he nods, ‘yes y/n, i can do it.’

‘good boy,’ i praise, ‘let’s get started then, start slow.’

his hand slowly begins pumping his cock, i watch him making sure his pace doesn’t slow down nor quicken.

after a few moments i speak up, ‘a little faster baby,’ he obeys.

the head of his cock had turned an angry red shade now, needing release.

‘go as fast as you can sweetheart,’ his hand moves fast, almost inhumanely so.

i see his orgasm approaching, ‘stop,’ i tease, his hand stops and moves away from his cock.

‘you’re doing so well baby. you’re listening so good,’ he’s panting and his cock leaks some more with each praise.

he gets calmed down again, ‘start fast baby,’ he does so.

his strokes are messy, he needs release and he needs it soon.

‘you think you can slow down a little for me baby, and only work on the bottom half of your dick?’ i ask, a plan formulated in my head.

he nods breathlessly, moving his hand down so he is going at a medium pace on the base of his cock. i lean over and take the top of him in my mouth.

he hisses, ‘fuck y/n. i’m going to cum.’

i pull my mouth away and slap his hand from his cock.

‘i’m going to suck your cock, you’re going to eat my pussy. is that understood?’ i plant my dripping pussy right over his face.

‘yes ma’am,’ he replies obediently and i lower myself onto him.

he licks and sucks on my clit like a starved man, i grind myself into his face and lean forward, taking his strained dick in my mouth. i take him into my mouth and hum around him, he thrusts his cock deep into my throat but i don’t scold him. with the way he is devouring my pussy i don’t want to stop him. he moans against my clit, hands on my hips, digging into them. he’s holding me down, almost as if he didn’t id pull away. i’m still working on his cock when i cum on his tongue, a moan escapes my lips, sending vibrations down his cock. he’s still sucking and licking on my pussy, sending me into overdrive. i take him deep in my mouth one more time before his nails dig into my hips and he jerks forward one more time, emptying himself into my mouth. i swallow everything and give him a few more sucks before pulling away from his dick with a pop.

‘you did so good baby,’ i say, trying to lift up from his mouth, his hands are still gripped into my hips and his mouth is still working on my pussy.

‘Oliver, let go or i’ll make you cum another three times,’ i warn.

he lets out a groan and lets me get off of his face. it’s all glossy in the dim light of the lamp and it makes me chuckle.

‘you look pretty,’ he comments, head tilting to the side.

‘you look slimy,’ i crinkle my nose.

he laughs but pulls me down into him, kissing me.

i can taste myself on him and i’d be surprised if he couldn’t taste himself. regardless of whether he could or not he continued kissing me like his life depended on it. only pulling away when he needed to breathe.

‘thank you for taking care of my y/n,’ he gives me another short kiss before getting up to wash his face in our bathroom.

i follow him a moment later to brush my teeth. we don’t speak til we are back in bed, facing each other.

‘you truly are my favourite thing in this entire world,’ he moves a strand of hair out of my face, ‘i love you so much.’

‘i love you too,’ i move closer and give him a long kiss, ‘goodnight baby.’

i turn around and turn the lamp off, Oliver moves closer to me and we fall asleep spooning once again. this time not waking up til morning.

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THANK YOU @lovandr FOR HELPING ME WRITE THE FIRST SECTION AND ALSO BEING THE PERSON WHO READS ALL MY STUFF BEFORE I POST. I LOVE YOU 😚😚

[bxttxrcallmim]

Wrecked Desires

Saltburn: Oliver Quick x fem!reader

Rating: E (minors DNI)

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: Praise kink, pre-negotiated BDSM dynamics, spanking, finger sucking, exhibitionism, choking, manipulation tactics, daddy kink

You had fallen hard under Oliver’s spell as he helps bring your dark desires to fruition 

*comments/reblogs are appreciated and let me know if you'd like to be tagged in any upcoming Saltburn works

“Are you having a good time, Ollie?” you whispered, eyes bright with hope as you approached him, champagne glass in hand.

He smiled at you, wrapping an arm around your waist and drawing you close. Your head spun, feeling dizzy as you breathed in his warm scent, undertones of caramel making your stomach clench. 

The moment you had locked onto those startling blue eyes at the fresher mixer, you had wanted him. He looked slightly nervous and out of place, but you found something controlling and calculating hidden within as you searched his gaze. Something darker lurked beneath the surface, and you were always attracted to the dark.

“Absolutely brilliant. I’m having a wonderful time,” Oliver replied, his hand sliding down your exposed back before settling on the curve of your ass.

His touch drove you mad, awakening a primal need deep inside. One you supposed had always existed inside you. You had grown up minted, blessed with privilege and opportunity, yet constantly chasing affection and attention from your parents—the cliche rich girl who could buy everything except her parent's love. But now you had Oliver’s and couldn’t bear to lose him, which is why he joined you for the summer at the countryside estate.

You nuzzled your face into his neck, your nipples pebbling beneath the shimmering gold cocktail dress as you floated into a hazy headspace. Oliver’s voice brought you back to reality. “You’re hiding away, though, sweetheart. Why don’t you be a good girl and mingle a bit?”

You bristled when he called you a good girl as you lifted your head, giving him a pout. “I’d rather be with you, Ollie. Can’t we go off alone?”

He tutted gently, taking hold of your chin and shaking his head. “It’s your brother’s birthday party; you don’t want the others to think you’re rude or stuck up.”

“No, I suppose not,” you mumbled, peeling away from him and making your rounds after downing your champagne.

You could feel his eyes on you the entire time as you played your part. You smiled and bantered with your brother’s friends, feigning interest as you listened to their plans to travel or take a position in their father’s companies when they finished university. You didn’t care; it was all the same vapid, rehearsed answers. You were happy to get away and back into Oliver’s arms.

“Did I do well, Ollie?” The need for his approval was the only thing on your mind.

“You did very well, love. Come on,” he hummed, taking hold of your hand and guiding you down the dimly lit halls towards your father’s study.

Your parents had departed this weekend, leaving the children to their own devices, but your stomach did nervous flip-flops as you entered the hallowed space. You were never to enter without permission. The thrill of doing something naughty made you tingle in excitement as Oliver guided you inside, shutting the heavy doors behind you. The noise made you jump and shiver as gooseflesh broke across your skin.

You lay beneath Oliver, stripped completely bare as you shivered in the cold air that filled his room. Your arms instinctively folded over your breasts as you attempted to shield yourself from his gaze.

“What are you doing, silly girl? I want to see you, all of you,” Oliver murmured, taking hold of your wrist and guiding them above your head. His knee slipped between your legs, nudging your thighs further apart as his eyes raked over your body.

“Am I pretty?” you whispered.

“The prettiest girl I’ve seen. Now, no more hiding, yeah?” He released his hands around your wrist, gently tapping your nose with his fingertip.

“No more hiding,” you repeated as his hand traced down your tummy before cupping your drenched cunt.

“That’s my good girl,” he cooed.

His warm hands settled on your bare shoulders, gently kneading the tension and trepidation away. Your eyes closed as you emitted a soft moan, worrying your lower lip between your teeth. It was embarrassing how easily he made you come undone. Heat flooded your face as he loosened the strap around your neck, your dress pooling around your feet. He spun you around to face him before backing you up towards the ornate wooden desk that had been in the family for centuries. The back of your thighs brushed against the lipped edge. Oliver cupped one of your bare tits, grazing his thumb across your nipple.

You couldn’t form the words, so you simply mewled in response. His thick fingers hooked around the band of your nude thong before tugging it down your legs. Each Vivienne Westwood platform heel was removed tenderly from your feet. You still remembered Oliver’s amused laughter as he watched you practice prancing around in them like a little fawn learning to walk.

He remained kneeling in front of you, stroking your legs while his thumbs pressed against your inner thighs. He peeled you further apart, exposing you to him before he licked a stripe along your slick folds. You rocked against his mouth as pleasure spun through your body. The simplest of touches made you unravel like a spool of thread.

“This is Daddy’s office, hmm?” His thumb moved over your bottom lip before sliding two fingers inside your mouth.

You tasted his salty skin, eagerly drawing the digits in deep, coating them in a nice layer of saliva. You gave a small nod before he removed his fingers, a wet, lewd pop filling the stagnant air. One hand settled on your hip while the other wrapped lightly around your throat as he stared intensely into your eyes.

“Be a good girl and tell me what you want,” he ordered.

Shyness overtook you as you shook your head, trying to avoid his gaze. He frowned, his hand squeezing tighter around your throat.

“I’ll get it outta you,” Oliver warned.

He always did, and you knew you were playing with fire, but you discovered you quite liked getting burned. The sharp hiss of pain that made your head spin and beg for more.

“I’ll give you one more chance, little girl.”

You set your mouth in a firm line, giving him a petulant look.

“Alright then.”

His hand closed around your wrist, dragging you over to the leather chair behind the desk. He sat down before swiftly tugging you across his lap. Your clit pulsed between your legs as heat flooded your face and blood rushed to your head. You yelped at the sharp crack of his palm, the sound echoing off the walls. Each smack sent flames licking at your lower belly, your toes curling under as soft whimpers spilled from your lips. Your backside felt ablaze as his hand stilled, palm resting against your heated skin.

“Are you going to be a good girl and tell daddy what you want?” His tone dropped an octave, curling over you like a thick velvet.

Your chest heaved as your fingers curled in Oliver’s dark hair, rutting against his mouth as his tongue brought you to the brink of orgasm.

“Oliver, p…please, I’m so close. Please, Oliver,” you begged, needing just a little more to topple you over the edge. You whined with disappointment as he stopped his movements, lifting his head from between your splayed thighs.

“That’s not what you want to call me, love, now is it?” he whispered, fingers digging into your hips as you tried to squirm away.

“I don’t know what you mean!”

“Yes, you do, love. Just let go, be a good girl for me. Go on, say it.”

You had suppressed your desires for so long, finding escape through your own mind and certain online chat rooms, but Oliver offered an olive branch. A way to bring them to life if you were brave enough to take the chance.

“Daddy, please,” you begged.

“That’s my good girl.” His tongue circled your clit, and you saw stars.

You squirmed over his lap as you struggled to form the words.

“I want you fuck me, daddy. On the desk,” you whispered.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, helping you to stand. His thumbs brushed under your eyes, wiping away the smudged mascara before lifting you onto the desk. You whimpered as your abused flesh came into contact with the wood.

You helped Oliver slip free of his suit until he was as naked as you. The light glimmered off the silver chain around his neck while you caressed his bare chest. Your fingers wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping him until he was hard. One hand cupped your face as he used the other to guide himself inside you. Your thighs pressed against his waist, the heel of your foot pressing into the meaty flesh of his ass. Under the unforgiving, stern faces of your painted ancestors, Oliver fucked you hard. Wet flesh smacking together as his fingers splayed over your throat.

“You look so pretty falling apart on my cock, don’t you, sweetheart? Wish you could see yourself. Next time I’ll fuck you in front of the mirror just so you can watch,” he groaned.

His forehead rested against yours as he hit your spot, making your thighs tremble. You drew his plush lower lip between your teeth. His blue eyes darkened with lust as your nails dug into his shoulder.

“Come inside me, daddy, please,” you begged.

His fingers pressed into your mouth, effectively silencing you and making you gag as he spilled inside you. Tears of pleasure dribbled down your cheeks as drool puddled from the corners of your mouth, spilling down Oliver’s fingers.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured as you turned to putty in his hands.

Your fingers traced lightly over Oliver’s bare back as he slept, finding his soft snores rather endearing. You wiggled from under the covers, clad in one of Oliver’s shirts, as you stretched and headed toward the door in need of water. The warm glow of Oliver’s laptop caught your eye, and curiosity won as you clicked on the minimized webpage. You swallowed hard as the message board you used to communicate your fantasies with anonymity came into view. You recognized the username immediately, as they were constantly reaching out and encouraging you. The person you had shared the fantasy about being fucked in your father’s study with. You nearly screamed when you felt Oliver’s hand on your shoulder as the other closed the laptop.

“Should good girls be snooping?” The hiss of his voice in your ear made your skin prickle.

“N…no.”

He slapped the curve of your ass, quickly soothing the sting away with a gentle rub.

“Now behave and get back into bed,” he instructed evenly, and you obeyed, crawling under the blanket.

Oliver sat next to you, stroking your hair.

“You’re mine, love,” he reminded you.

“Yours,” you whispered.

You had fallen right into Oliver Quick’s web. 

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𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡

Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader I Brief!Farleigh Start x Fem!Reader

Summary: you ought to not be surprised by Farleigh's constant cheating. You should, instead, use his greatest adversary to get back at him.

Warnings: Language, Dark fic, Mentions of Violence, Toxic Relationship, Mentions of Drug Use, Smut (+18), Public Sex, Cheating, Dirty Talk, Dub/Con, Choking, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Threats, Rough Sex, Sadism, Masochism, Dry Humping, Orgasm Denial,Cervix fucking, Dom!Oliver, Subspace, Corruption Kink, Humiliation,

This film opened my brain and spilled out everything inside.

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Because neither you nor Farleigh had ever been modest about your relationship, Oliver was made privy to every single bit of it. You both were so indiscreet and so hellbent on showing everyone else that you were together, it felt as if Oliver lived in your skin.

Whenever you and Farleigh cuddled drunkenly, Oliver was made privy. Whenever you and Farleigh exchanged sexually charged glances across the dinner table, Oliver was made privy. Whenever Farleigh was touch-starved and sank his claws around your throat, Oliver, always skulking in the background, was made privy. Whenever you two fucked. He was there.

Oliver could hear the two of you eating each other alive during a majority of his stay at Saltburn so he should be used to this behavior by now.

“What a slut,” Farleigh's words are wrapped in humid sweat, with his hands locked firmly around your throat, “What a good fucking slut.”

Oliver, having just decided to take a midnight stroll, watches from the shadows as Farleigh takes you right there in the courtyard. He may not particulary fond of Farleigh, still Oliver had to applaud that he at least had the decency to ravage you in secret. Oliver remains watching, not because it gives him any sexual gratification, but only because he did not imagine your sex lives to be this visceral… certainly not this animalistic.

“You are fucking filth, you know that?” Farleigh asks, rutting into you with your back pressed against a stone surface. Instead of your eyes fluttering shut, you were gazing over Farleigh's shoulder, staring straight ahead at the shadow skulking in the darkness.

Oliver held a finger up to his lips, prompting you to keep your mouth shut.

You watch each other as Farleigh fucks into you, continuing his words of mindless praise. “Gorgeous fucking filth-” and you both cum at that. Farleigh with his eyes shut, and you, with your mouth hanging open and your gaze stationed on Oliver.

Before this exact moment, Felix was the only thing that existed in Oliver's whole wide world. He did not notice you, but never ever think that he was not aware of you. In fact, as far as Oliver knew, you held no standing of any official significance in Saltburn.

Beyond, of course, being Farleigh's overcompensated whore.

You were almost as inescapable as Farleigh, but not nearly as annoying and for the most part, you played the role of a good little girl, forever glued to her unfaithful boyfriend’s side.

These are the thoughts that pollute Oliver’s mind as he drifts through the vibrancy of his own party, having left the maze and Felix's limp body in it.

Oliver's feet, clad in all-too-expensive Italian leather only seem to weigh him down as he drifts aimlessly through the egregious castle. Neon lights spill over a carpet stitched with cocaine and he has to fight the urge not to shove past the drunken bodies congesting his pathway.

For the longest time, Oliver was convinced that you were one of them: These people disguised as parasitic waste dancing underneath the moonlight, celebrating his supposed birthday. Instead, Oliver finds you here, taking up space in the Blue Room with your figure helplessly draped over the bed.

Your form is reminiscent of The Nightmare. One of Oliver’s most beloved paintings, reason being, because it was so unequivocally dreadful. He watches you as he would The Nightmare.

Your eyes are wet and your body is wracking with pitiful sobs into your forearm. Ollie may not be good at emotions but he can tell you're distraught- like one of Fuseli's girls.

Soon, the whole thing becomes too uncomfortable to watch and he clears his throat as he says,

“Shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't think anyone was in here.”

“Oh-Ollie!”

Your shoulders shoot up, and you nearly jump off the bed in apparent fright. Your eyes are wide saucers and your skin is dark in the moonlight. Ollie has to resist the urge to lick his lips.

He wanted to fucking eat you alive.

“Fuck, did I scare you?” He hunches his shoulders, making himself smaller than he usually was. “My apologies.” He had to appease you somehow in your startled state and you You quick to press a shaky palm to your cheeks, utterly devestated to find the surface of your skin wet and salty.

Out of all the parasites in this nest, you were the least bloodthirsty.

“How utterly embarrassing,” you coo, before wiping furiously away at your cheeks.

Sensing the perfect opening, Oliver steps over the threshold, polluting the space, as he did the rest of Saltburn, with his presence alone.

“Where'd you come from?” You ask before sitting up at the edge of the bed.

“Murdering my best friend.” Oliver answers cooly, with his wooden horns silhouetted by the moonlight.

As he creeps closer the moonlight highlights the crevices of your face and Ollie is able to capture the smile that cracks across your visage. He loves that.

You are so deliciously routine.

“Understandable,” you calmly shoot back, “Sometimes I could just fucking kill Farleigh myself.”

How curious. You thought he was joking.

“That's why you were crying, then?” Ollie asks, as he skulks about the Blue Room. He glides his finger across the dusty mantle before turning his eyes back to you, “You were crying because of Farleigh?”

He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear you say it.

Your glittery brows curve again above your puffy eyes, just as your lips protrude into a shaky pout. Fuck he was so painfully hard.

“You'd rather eat glass than hear about my common relationship problems,” you chuckle, fighting back a sob.

“I'd rather eat glass than get back to that stupid party.” And his eyes are so genuine, you immediately believe him. “You'd be saving me, he says, before finally planting himself down on the bed beside you. “Promise.”

“Not much to tell honestly,” You shrug, causing the left string of your cocktail dress to fall off your shoulder. You leave it there. “ You know how Farleigh can be... He has somewhat of a-”

“-Communal penis?” Ollie interjects, “Fucking anything and everything that even vaguely gives him the time of day?”

“Exactly!” and before you know it, you're giggling in the dark with a stranger. “I get tested for STD's like I'm a fucking invalid-”

“The sexiest fucking invalid I've ever come across.” He's closer now. Close enough to tell you've been drinking.

With your eyes trained on his full lips, a thought strikes you suddenly. "Happy birthday, Ollie.” That is enough to snap his gaze up from your exposed collarbone, and up to your big, round eyes. He does not respond for several seconds, promtpting you with the devestaing thought that you might have struck some unforseen nerve.

“H-ave I upset you?” You ask in such genuine concern and naivete, it nearly causes Oliver to cum in his fucking pants. He needed to defile you so badly. He needed you to cry around his cock. He just needed you-

“'Course not," Oliver clears his throat before unclenching and clenching his wired fist, "It's just-you're the first person that's said that to me all night.” Your eyes are hazy now, with your brain having caught on to the very daunting fact that you're in a room with someone who perhaps has other intentions. He is leaning in before slithering his calloused hand on your thigh. Never ever do you move away. Never ever do you tell him off.

“I find that hard to believe-” your bones are rattling as the warmth of his palm spreads to the inside of your steadily opening thighs. “Surely Felix must've said-”

“Fuck fucking Felix- the world doesn't revolve around him!” You're corralled into silence, with this man steadily pushing you back against the bed. “We don't need to talk about Felix,” he looks absolutely ravenous as the tips of his fingers finally make contact with your clothed cunt. “Do you want me to make you cum?”

It's so blatantly filthy, you cannot help but arch your back off the bed and press yourself further against his fingers. “F-Fuck… Ollie-” your breathing is laboured and Ollie watches utterly mesmerised by the way your hips move against his hand.

“I h-heard something about you-”

“What did you hear?” asks Oliver before pulling down your soaked underwear.

“That you don't care about fucking on menses.” You say, awaiting a response but getting none because Oliver stuffs his face between your legs. He's eating you out with absolute fervour, with his nose bumping periodically against your clit.

“Where'd you hear that?” He mumbles against your cunt.

He did not expect to be so utterly taken by you. This is wholly unexpected.

“A certain bottled blonde- FUCK- J-Just like that- please, God, please-”

He only pulls away, only to shrug off his blazer. With his horns and his cock indenting against his pants, he looks absolutely terrifying, that only has you rutting in the air helplessly.

“You mean Venetia is not a real blonde?” He asks before shoving his face in between your legs once more, “I feel betrayed.” The sarcasm drips from his tongue. The same tongue that slithers out his mouth to lick hurriedly against your cunt. He suctions his lips against your hole, as if he wanted to taste inside you.

“I didn't fuck her-” He pants, before pushing his nose against your cunt, “I didn't fuck her all the way- FUCKING BITCH-” Sharp pain bleeds from his scalp because your fingers and its acrylics are buried in his hair now.

“G-God, yes, Ollie-” you're actively rubbing your cunt against his face, absolutely using him to get off. Almost immediately, Oliver immediately decides that won't do.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He asks, before pinching your clit causing you to still your movements completely. Your torso is wracking with sweat and your nipples pierce through the softness of your dress.

“O-Ollie P-please-”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He asks before removing his face from your cunt all together. You try desperately, to hold your moan, but the sight of him crawling up your torso seems enough to almost have you cumming untouched.

You fight against it. You fight against the warmth in the pits of your stomach, you fight against the urge to hump mindlessly into the air until your cunt creates friction with… something. You fight hard.

His breath is warm against your face, but never once do you look away.

“I use you,” he whispers before slithering a hand around your throat.

He squeezes.

“And I'd fucking die before I ever let it be the other way around.” He squeezes and squeezes until you're tapping furiously against his palm.

“Look at how gorgeous you look when you're not being a filthy fucking whore.” You can't help it. Your hips immediately buck up into nothing despite your shortness of breath. You're clawing at his wrists, hoping he'd ease his grip but Oliver does nothing of the sort. In fact, he only moans at the sight of your eyes sinking to the back of your head-

“Fucking, fuck-” He curses, before quickly undoing the vexing buttons of his pants. “Bloody disgusting,” he says, watching the drool ease out your mouth, “You are bloody disgusting-” he sinks into you the very moment he eases his hand away from your throat. You're gulping generously at the air as Oliver slaps against your cheeks, bringing you back to the land of the living.

“There she is,” he punctuates his sentence with a violent thrust, “There she fucking is-”

Pleasure and pain shoot through every channel of your body until you can't even decipher the two. “OH MY FUCKING GOD-”

“I love when you call me that, baby,” He mumers with his eyelids heavy, “I fucking love when you call me that, with your pretty fucking voice, you USELESS fucking bitch-”

It is absolutely sick and absolutely deranged. Every other word that skates out of his mouth is a contradiction of the last and you're utterly frightened of the beast taking you so roughly.

“You're taking it so well-” he whispers, before letting his hand squeeze your nipples through your dress, “Your cunt is taking my cock so fucking well, baby- Fuck-” when the head of his cock presses to that sensitive pillowy plushness, you're wailing in the dark like a banshee. Wanting to push him off of you, but not wanting the pleasure to end. Your struggle only brings him closer and closer to edge.

“I-Is that your fucking cervix, baby- Fuck-”

“Oh God- Ollie.”

He nods, “Now you're gonna cum for me, yeah? You're gonna cum for me and you're gonna think about your stupid cunt of a boyfriend. How he doesn't fuck you like I do-” your orgasm has already started to trickle in and your hips lift up to collide with his, “Tell me- Tell me you can't fucking live without me-” He says, “I need it to cum, tell me, tell me-”

“I need you, Ollie.” His lips stutter open, just as his thrusts become shallower and shallower “I need you to fucking live, Ollie-”

“FUCK- oh fucking fuck-” his spunk fills your insides, just as the entirety of your orgasm washes over you and you immediately realize that you're crying. You're crying because everything feels so good. Oliver has completely strummed you to orgasm. He has moulded your body into everything he needs it to be.

“I fucking use you.” He says, “Not the other way around.”

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I NEED a Saltburn novelization and audio book NOW!!!

I don't care how much I gotta pay I need it in my ears asap.

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— ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ

Oliver Quick x fem! Reader

Content warning . drugging, non-con, pussy slapping, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms. MDNI

The first thing that settles over you is the heat between your legs.

Soft silk sheets rub against your bare body, and cool air seeps in between your thighs. The throbbing of your sex is borderline painful.

You whine out, your limbs heavy and relaxed. Towering over you, you see Felix’s dearest companion. Owen? Odis?

Oliver.

Yes, that’s his name— not rich like the others, but handsome and fit. A bit quiet, a lot weird. You remember catching his eye across Felix’s house party. You remember wandering in an empty corridor.

The rest is a blur.

He smiles when your lashes flutter. Your eyes widen when you process the fact that you are, in fact, nude in front of this stranger. Your arms feel like sand as you try to lift yourself up. You raise up on your elbows, and nausea rolls through you like a storm.

“No, no,” Oliver coos, pushing you back down gently. “No, sweet girl. Stay right there.”

You obey, feeling too numb to try to escape any further. You let out a tiny whimper when you feel a hand trailing up your thighs.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

He says it with great intrigue. As if you’re a science experiment worthy of his exploration. As if you’re an object. Your bottom lip wobbles, and you nod weakly.

“Poor thing,” he sighs out. His free hand goes up to stroke your hair. “You want it to go away, don’t you?”

You let out a tiny cry. You nod. You don’t know why, but all you can think about is Oliver’s hands on your skin. They leave trails of electricity in their wake.

“Okay,” he says softly. “I’ll make it go away. Be a good girl, open those legs for me.”

I can hardly move, you want to tell him. But he seems to notice quick, and lets out a tiny chuckle.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. ‘M so forgetful, aren’t I? Yeah? Here…”

He pulls apart your thighs, and your cunt clenches when you catch sight of the hungry look on his face. He licks his lips, watching your sticky lips peel apart as your most intimate parts are revealed to him. His thumb rubs against your inner thigh, teasing.

“‘S too bad no one’s played with this little cunny tonight,” he says. “So beautiful. And practically drenched. I can’t wait to eat you up.”

You mewl, your hips weakly moving to try and direct him closer to your heat. He shakes his head, as if to say, “no, don’t do that”. His hand comes down on your pussy, hard. You nearly yell from the stimulation, his rough fingers landing harshly on your little clit.

Seeing your reaction— all fucked out, pussy dripping even more slick if possible— Oliver slaps you again. Your legs clench up, but he pulls them back apart. He does it again. You let out a cry. He watches with focused eyes as he does this, all the while his lips turn into an unsettling smile.

“Look at you,” he teases, and slaps the rim of your clenching hole. “So fucked out from a little spanking. Maybe I should get you to cum like this first, yeah? Get this little snatch all swollen and bruised? Then I can fuck you, after that. Leave little bruises inside you, too. Mark you up, put some cum inside your little tummy.”

Usually, you would be sickened by such filthy words. But whatever Oliver had done to you is making you act in completely depraved ways. You let out a moan, a tiny “oh, please” leaving your lips. You have no idea what you’re begging for.

Oliver says nothing. Instead, his hand comes down on you again, and then another time, and another. And finally, with all the tiny sensations buzzing through you, you find yourself beginning to fall face first—or should you say, cunt first— into your orgasm. It seems Oliver knows every motion and detail of your release, smacking your clit at the perfect times to forcefully make you ride out your sweet high. You let out strangled sounds, tears falling out of your half shut eyes, your release dripping onto Oliver’s hand. He smiles as your breathing evens out and you come down. His fingers massage your pussy slowly, soothing the bruises already forming on the sensitive skin. You ease in and out of consciousness for a moment, and when you come to Oliver’s head is between your thighs.

It’s like heaven. Compared to his harsh hits, this is extremely gentle. He’s messy and sloppy, tongue scooping up your release from your hole, spitting it back down and massaging your clit. His big hands are splayed across your thighs, wrapping around them and pulling your pussy as close to him as possible. His eyes are shut, as if in ecstasy, and he moans into your cunt as he eats you.

Looking down, you can’t help but lazily move your hands up to his soft brown hair. Your head tilts back, your mouth half open. His saliva soothes the burn from his hands and drips down in between your ass cheeks. The tip of his tongue glides down to the soft skin between your ass and cunt, and he runs circles into it. He moves back up, up, up. His mouth drips with slick as he pulls away and grins.

“There she is,” he says. “Good nap, sweet girl?”

Your mind can’t bring itself to understand that he’s joking.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Mmghh, more..”

“More?” He says, amused. “Mm, okay...”

He dives back into you. His thumbs go to either side of your pussy lips and spread you apart, giving him more access to your tight hole. He slips his tongue inside and massages your inner walls. Your back arches and you let out another desperate whine.

“Ollie,” you say, your words barely audible to yourself. He groans, his tongue flicking over your clit in the most delicious way, and your creamy spend soaks the boy’s tongue as you cum for a second time. He slurps it up like it’s his last meal, throat gulping down every single drop of your sweet nectar. When he pulls away, he wipes his chin on his wrist.

“So cute,” he says. “You already have a nickname for me.”

You bite your lip, vision hazy but you can still see the perfect picture in between your legs. Your cunt twitches for a third time, definitely not from your body’s own natural doing but still, it twitches nonetheless. You look down in between Oliver’s meaty thighs, see the thick bulge hanging heavy in his underwear. Your mouth waters, but you know right now isn’t the time to be sucking his cock. Not with how sick you felt earlier.

Oliver shoves his hand into his waistband, pulls out that drooling length that he’s been aching to touch for the past hour. He gives it a few sharp tugs as he positions it up against your entrance, making sure to get it nice and wet.

When he pushes in, it’s like a grating, irritable burn. Even drugged and fucked out with two loads lubricating you, he’s still so big. You sob, letting him go at his own pace. How could you do anything else, after all? You can’t push him off, can’t do anything but sit there and take what he gives you. Oliver grunts when his heavy balls press flush against your cheeks. He can’t wait to empty the big sacks into your gaping pussy, to breed you with his creamy seed and fuck it into you some more. He begins to pound your weepy cunt with no remorse, no mercy. His hips slap against yours loudly, shaking the bed and damn near the whole headboard. He grits his teeth, watching the way your doe eyes look up at him, your pupils heavily dilated. Oh, how beautiful you are, all drugged and pliant for him.

“Such a tight, creamy little cunt,” he groans out. “Knew you’d be perfect. Knew it’d be so easy t’just… fuck my cock right into you. You’re a dream, sweet girl. A f-fucking dream, y’know that? Yeah, it was so easy, wasn’t it? To just slip that pill in your little red cup. Best idea I’ve ever had in m’fuckin’ life..”

You don’t care about his words. Not right now. His cock is moving in you, awakening something primal deep in your guts, as his cockhead kisses your plush cervix, as his gooey precum connects to your plush lips and his cock in white, creamy strings when he moves in and out, in and out. You don’t care at all.

Even when he spills inside you with a loud, animalistic yell, you don’t care. He sits against you, rubs lazy circles against your clit, and makes you cum for a third time.

You pass out on the sheets without a second thought, and wait ‘till morning.

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Hate or Jealousy? -Part 2

Pairing: Oliver Quick x Fem!reader

Summary: Oliver is starting to grow on you, physically and mentally. You can’t stop thinking about him and he knows.

Warnings: cursing, smoking, mentions of ed, clit rubbing, praising (kink), possible manipulation/coercion, spitting, not proof read

A/N: Hi guys! Again, part two is based off Oliver and Venetia a bit(sorry i couldn’t resist). Also I think i have one more request to write so i’ll get to that and post it tomorrow. I don’t know when part 3 when be out but i’m thinking around saturday/sunday, latest monday. Enjoy!

word count: 1.9k comment to be added to taglist!

Requests are open

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Your heart sunk into your stomach as you looked at the cracked open door. You bite your lip nervously and quickly get up from the bath, water dripping down your exposed body. You grab your robe that was placed on the counter and look outside the room.. it was empty. Not a sign of anyone even in your room. Maybe you didn't shut the door and you were just tired and needed to rest. You cursed yourself out for overthinking and quickly drained the water from the tub before getting ready for bed, wearing your black silk nightgown. Tiredness slowly takes over and you eventually fall asleep, letting all the thoughts of Oliver drift from your mind.

Morning came and the sun is creeping through your blinds, almost blinding you as you open your eyes and adjust to the sight. You sigh as you slip your feet into your pink slipper that were just at the side of your bed. You needed to mentally prepare yourself for today, just incase someone saw you in such a vulnerable state last night. You open your blind and groan as the sun smiles at you. It was too early for this. You find your way to the dining area, your relatives already sitting down and enjoying their breakfast, Oliver no where to be found. You look at the assortment of food and your face grows sour. You eventually sit down and Duncan brings over a glass and pours water into it. You thank him with a slight smile before taking a sip, the coldness of the water almost burning your throat on the way down.

"You're not going to eat? You look up at your aunt with a smile. "No thanks. My stomach is in knots this morning." You hum and Venetia looks at you with a small knowing smirk. You ignore her uncomfortable gaze and look down at your fingers, picking at the skin around your nail bed. You hear footsteps coming near you and you look up to see Oliver. "Morning Ollie." Felix says as he practically shoves his face full of eggs. "Good morning." He smiles as he faces everyone, his eyes falling on you with a hidden smirk. Your face contorts with disgust.

"Sleep well, Ollie?" Elspeth asks as she she sits up straight with a smile. "Yes.. yes I did. I'd assume you slept well too. You look beautiful this morning." He smiles sweetly at her and she looks almost stunned for a minute. She mumbles thanks and smiles. You look at her and snicker quietly to yourself at her reaction to (in her words) "pretty boy" calling her beautiful. You look at Felix and he laughs.

"Stop being so flustered. It was only a compliment." Farleigh chortles as he looks into his almost empty cup of juice. You giggle slightly as your aunt scoffs sarcastically. "Oh stop." She says softly as she drinks her drink. Your uncle keeps to himself and so does Venetia, her eyes on Oliver as Duncan brings him his plate of eggs. Oliver picks at his eggs before taking a small bite. Everyone joins in a small conversation, enjoying their breakfast.

Its the afternoon and you, Farleigh, Venetia, and Felix are all in the fields, your clothes laid out in the grassy area. You lay on your stomach, reading a book. "Ollie!" Felix says joyfully, causing you to look up from your book. You hum to yourself as he comes in his swimwear. "No clothes in the field, Ollie." You say in a teasing tone and he looks at your body, your smooth legs lifted in the air behind you as you kick your feet. You smirk at him, your sunglasses blocking your eyes as you watched him strip himself from his trunks. Everyone's jaw dropped besides Venetia's. She smirks at the sight. "Well damn Ollie. That was unexpected." She giggles to herself as Ollie walks over. He lays down on his back near Felix and you avert your attention from him to Venetia.

"Did you see that?" You smirk and she hits your arm. "The whole world saw it. Not bad for someone like him." She bites the inside of her lip slightly, preventing herself from saying more. You smile at her and shake your head, going back to your book. You look at Oliver, his eyes locked onto Felix. He's observing Felix/s features as if he was an admirer of him. Farleigh locks eyes with you and shakes his head in reference to you looking at Oliver. You embarrassedly fiddle with the pages of your book, the paper smooth against your rough finger tips.

After a long afternoon, the family gathers yet again to eat dinner, everyone in their formal, yet usual, attire. This time, you're wearing a silky, baby blue dress with a crisscross back. You take a sip of the wine in your cup, swishing the liquid in your mouth before gulping it down. You look at your dinner plate, getting sick at the thought of taking a bite, it was repulsive just thinking of it. You just weren't in the mood to eat and Oliver noticed. "Not hungry?" He asks in a soft tone, just loud enough for you to hear. He looks at you with a concerned look. You look up at him and attempt to smile politely. "Mm no. Not at the moment." You lied and he furrowed his brows. "Okay.." He looks away from you and cuts a piece of his steak, plopping it between his lips and onto his tongue. You look away and clear your throat as you mess with the fabric of your dress, just as every other dinner.

You find yourself outside again after dinner, still in your dress. You're sitting on the same bench you were the other night you confronted Oliver for hiding from everyone. You cross your arms, a cigarette lit in your mouth. You're looking over your shoulder slightly, zoning out and unaware of your surroundings, being tipsy having to do with that. "Sleep walking again?" You turn your head and blink slowly as you look up to see Oliver, still in the same tuxedo he was wearing at dinner. “Hi Ollie..” You say softly slurring your words. He smirks at you and takes the cigarette from your lips, throwing it to the ground and stepping on it to put it out. “Rude.” You giggle as you look at the cigarette on the ground. He looks at you and cocks his head to the side. "You're so beautiful.." He whispers as he circles around you, stopping behind you. He leans down and gets close to your ear, his breath tickling you as he speaks, "You're just like Venetia. Now.. tomorrow night, you're going to eat breakfast and dinner." Your breath quickens at his words. "Do you understand?" You slowly nod your head, the affect of the alcohol growing stronger, putting you in a trance.

"Good girl.." Oliver chuckles in your ear before circling back in front of you, getting on his knees. You gasp as his hand rubs up and down your knee. "I don't want to lie to you..” He says softly as he stares at your hands in your lap. "I heard you last night.." He looks up at you, his blue eyes boring into yours. "Y-You did?" He nods with a smirk. "I bet you're begging to be touched by me.." He slowly lifts his hands under your dress, your jaw dropping open as you gasp. “Do you want me to?” He whispers as he leans closer to your face. You slowly nod and he smirks, his hand finding its way to your underwear. “Ollie we shouldn’t..” You whisper before you moan softly at his fingers teasing your clothed clit. “Oh but we should.. I know you want to..”

You lean your head back slightly and Oliver rests his free hand on your hip, pulling you in slightly. At this point, you’re practically soaking through your panties, probably soaking the stone bench beneath you. He moves his hand from under your dress and spits on his fingers as he looks at you with a smirk. You whimper softly as you feel his hand reach in your underwear. “Shhh.” He says as he hushes you, his mouth slightly agape in awe. “Oh darling,.” He hums before teasing your swollen and throbbing clit. “You’re so wet..” He chuckles. “I didn’t even have to spit…” He trails off as he focuses on your expression. Your eyes are close to shutting, your jaw open, a few groans filling the air. He takes his hand off your hip and teases your bottom lip with his fingers. You seductively stick out your tongue and tease his finger tips, the wetness of your mouth soaking them. He chuckles as he watches you. “Such a pretty girl..” His hand moves against your clit faster, causing you to choke out a whine as you now suck on his fingers.

“Ollie..” You say, slobbering all over his hand. You’re practically jumping against his hand and he’s watching you as if you’re a form of free entertainment. Oliver laughs softly. “Good girl..” He praises as he moves his fingers deeper into your mouth. “Just perfect.” He mumbles to himself. He teases your throbbing clit, your thighs shaking and closing around his hand as you get closer to your high. You see Oliver drag his teeth against his bottom lip, his eyes staying on yours. He removes his fingers from your mouth and places his lips on yours, his tongue teasing the inside of your mouth. You moan into his mouth, your hands tangled in his hair as you tug, causing a groan to erupt from Oliver. You tug his head back, moaning out loud as you open your legs, shaking at the euphoric feeling of his digits. “That’s it.. come for me.” He whispers and that sends you over the edge. You gasp while you release his hair from your grip and rest your hand on the side of his neck. You finish and he removes his hand from your panties with a smirk.

“What the fuck..” You whisper as you look at him get up. He wipes his hand on the side of his pants and he caress your cheek as he looks down at you. “Goodnight.” He says softly before walking off into the distance and back into the manor. Your jaw drops and you look out into the distance. “Oh what the fuck.” You bite your lip nervously before getting up, your panties soaked with your juices. You groan as you awkwardly walk back inside as well.

Next morning, the realization of what you had done kicks in. You feel a pool of guilt in your stomach as you lay in bed, unable to get up. You force yourself out of bed and walk to the dining table. You find everyone, again, eating their breakfast. You look at Oliver and he smiles at you. “Sleep well?” You nod slowly as you look at the assortments of food. You sit down and Duncan is about to pour you a cup of juice but you quickly grab his wrists. “Eggs.. please.” Everyone looks at you in awe. “Scrambled.” You smile at him and he nods, also a bit taken aback by your request. You look at your relatives.

“What? I’m feeling better this morning.”

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OLIVER QUICK & FARLEIGH START ↳ Are you going to behave from now on, Farleigh? ↳ Saltburn (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell

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Thinking about a fem plus size!reader x Johnny where she’s scared to sit on his face for the first time because she “doesn’t want to hurt or crush him” but that man is so fucking strong??!? He’ll grab your thighs and hold you there, lapping at you relentlessly, and giving you such sweet praises… :(( I barley see any plus size reader rep, but this came across my mind because he’s just so damn strong :,)

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, thicker!reader, oral, face sitting *not proofread, just pure horny

[I LOVE WRITING MY FAVES AS MUNCHES WOOOO]

I've said this before and I'll say it again

Do. Not. Hover.

Just. Sit. Down

I don't think you realize how fucking sexy you'd look while sitting on his face

He wants it, needs it, is desperate for it.

Hooks his arms around your thighs so you don't have a chance to hover or lift yourself off of him

Eats you out like it's his life sworn duty

Holds onto them so tightly that the fat spills through his fingers

Takes great pride in being able to make you cum with just his mouth

Whether he's just talking to you or wrapping his lips around your clit, it didn't matter bc one way or another he will make you cum

He'll trace little hearts on your hips once you start grinding down against his tongue

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bubbly i need.... ... i need more bratty reader x johnny cage or i fear .. i fear i may die... please help me bubbly please help me

cw. nsfw, bratty afab!reader, a bit of crybaby!reader, overstimulation, fingering, oral *not proofread, just pure horny

I GOTCHU BABY [listen... things happened and it led to this so bear with it]

You stared at your phone with empty emotions as his name flashed over it, staring at it as you watched it to go voicemail. He called twice more before they ultimately stopped for the night. You shrugged it off, tossing your phone down on the coffee table as you got comfy with a movie.

Johnny came home not too much later, heaving a heavy sigh as he closed the front door. You barely paid him any mind, a mere glance from the corner of your eye and a quiet hum. "Baby? Yknow I tried calling, why didn't you answer?" Johnny sounded as tired as he looked, his eyes squinting at the bright lights in the mansion.

"Didn't want to." Your reply had him furrowing his brows, standing beside your now sitting form. "Oh, so you don't want my attention anymore? You wanna stop being my attention whore?" A shadow of a smirk played at his lips, recognizing the subtle changes in your demeanor as he uttered his words.

Johnny stood in front of you, gently lifting your head to his. "You don't want that anymore?" You pushed his hand away from you, "No, I don't." Johnny just smiled, grabbing his stuff and making his way up to the bedroom. His sudden quietness left you on edge. You called out to him but he didn't budge, he simply continued what he was doing.

Johnny got ready for bed rather quickly; not having you around him felt odd but he always had a plan. As you made your way to him, he just pushed past you to make his way into the guest bedroom. He locked the door behind him, feeling a little bad for ignoring you as you tried to coax him out.

Over the next few days, his daily affections halted to a fat zero. No more teasing and loving touches, no more neck kisses and back hugs when you're trying to cook, no more smacking your ass when you walk past him or bend over in front of him, no more soft coos of affirmations, no more anything.

He may be directly ignoring you but he won't leave you hanging, most of the time that is. Hence why you found a warm plate of food resting on the counter. You sat down with the food, fighting through tears as you ate, sitting at the kitchen table with a heavy heart. You glared at your phone, tempted to call him and beg and plead for him give you something, anything.

The day seemed to be going slower than ever, and the only thing that Johnny could think about was finally getting home to you, getting the apology he wanted, and giving you all the attention and affection he could supply for you. Johnny came home earlier than usual, hauling himself off-set and running out of the building before his manager could stop him.

He was cautious as he entered the house, taking a mental note of the sink running in the kitchen. He moved as quietly as he could, watching as you finished up your cooking. As you stood by the sink while cleaning a pot, Johnny pressed himself behind you. You nearly swung the pot at his head if he hadn't moved out of the way and caught your wrist. You couldn't bear to face him, opting to put the pot down and bury yourself in his chest.

Johnny looked down at you softly before wrapping an arm around you as he turned the tap off. He could barely hear you as you were face first in his chest, your voice muffled by his shirt and the fact that you were full-blown crying. It all came out as unintelligible nonsense as you heaved in harsh and labored breaths. Johnny felt no need to do anything but stand there with you, wrapping himself around you as if to shield you from the world.

He let you cry, let you tire yourself out. He pressed light kisses to your temple, his hands dancing across the backs of your thighs before he hiked them up, making you wrap your legs around him for support. Johnny set you down on the couch, kneeling in front of you. Your breath hitched as your body moved on instinct. "You want my attention now?" You nearly gave yourself a headache with how fast and hard you nodded your head. Johnny smiled that same soft and warming smile that he gave you a few days ago when this whole thing first started.

"Beg for it, then." Johnny wasn't going to give in as easily as you had hoped. You knew he loved nothing more than to please you, so this change left you aching. Johnny didn't lay a finger on you until you started blabbering away. He looked up at you with a knowing expression, shoving your shorts down your thighs. He eyed the wet spot of your panties, biting his inner cheek as he waited patiently through your rambling.

Amidst your begging, a moan cut you off as Johnny licked at your clit through your panties. He spread your slicked folds with his thumbs, pushing the tip of his tongue repeatedly against the twitchy bud. Johnny pulled away, pressing two fingers against your clit, rubbing in soft circles. He watched the wet patch grow, eyeing the way your thighs trembled. Moans spilled from your lips consistently, your thighs threatening to close around his head.

Johnny tugged your panties to the side, latching his lips around your swollen clit. You tangle your hand in his hair, pushing his face closer to your slick cunt. He focused on your clit, laying the flat of his tongue against it and letting you grind your hips on his face. His fingers trail up your thighs quickly, slipping two fingers in easily. Your moans only got higher as Johnny swirled his tongue around your clit and his fingers curled into your sweet spot.

It didn't take much more to lurch you over the edge. Johnny continued his ministrations, sucking on your clit even harder and curling his fingers roughly against your sweet spot. Johnny pulled off of you panting, his fingers kept their harsh pace. He watched your face contort in pleasure as he abused that one spot that made your toes curl and your thighs shake. "There we go, baby. Easy does it."