#oliver fucking reed

[wildbluesorbit]

It’s the way I’m reminded every year this is the man I’m so desperately and parasocially in love with💀

#his little chuckle to himself at the end❤️‍🩹 #i love him sm #oliver fucking reed #jake kiszka #jake gvf #jtk #greta van fleet #gvf

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

every few months i remember this happened...

#jake kiszka #ofr #oliver fucking reed #gvf #greta van fleet

[jmkho]

"British....BRITISH. What kind of a...ak fffu- whAT kind of a.. question is THAT? I can't even think what a British guy would say to that 'cause I'm so....-ucking IRRITATED RIGHT NOW!"

#gvf #greta van fleet #jake gvf #jake kiszka #oliver fucking reed #its how oliver shakes his head when he's struggling at the start lmaoo #jaket kiszka #BRIIIIIITIIIIISH

[spark-my-nature]

Decorum and Refinement - JTK

I won't lie, this is self-serving filth. I know I'm not alone in being down bad for Oliver Reed though.

Words: 5k

Content Warning: Explicit sexual content, face riding, roleplaying, light degradation, masturbation, all of the filth

Summary: Jake discovers your dirty little secret, but Oliver reaps the benefits of your fantasy.

It was ridiculous, really. Absolutely ridiculous, the effect it had on you. Almost as ridiculous as the persona itself.

You’d managed to keep Jake in the dark about your… special interest. You weren’t sure how, as he prided himself on knowing every single detail he could possibly learn about you. Your boyfriend was endearingly doting, but it made it exceptionally hard to hide anything from him, even to save yourself from the onslaught of embarrassment you were sure would follow if your fantasies got out.

Biting your lip and sighing softly through your nose, you clicked replay on the YouTube video for the fourth time that afternoon. You glanced at the time in the corner of your laptop screen, making sure Jake wouldn’t be home for another hour at least from his lunch with the guys. You let out a whine in the privacy of your room as the video started again, staccato strings softly arpeggiating through the speakers of your computer.

“Why did I decide to become an actor…” Oliver Reed’s rumbly voice began. Your heart beat a little faster, and a silly smile spread across your face, accompanied by a shy blush. You lay on your stomach on the bed, chin propped on your hand as you drank in your boyfriend’s masterclass persona. You were vaguely aware of the accumulating evidence in your panties of the chokehold it had on you, but you ignored it, knowing you didn’t have time to see it through before the real Jake would be home. Opting instead to torture yourself, you sighed again lustfully at the screen as Oliver’s pink lips glistened with whiskey through the fake beard.

He was going to be the death of you. You couldn’t tear your eyes off the veins and muscles twining delicately around his tanned forearms, extending into strong fingers that wrapped teasingly around the neck of the bottle of Jack Daniels and a cigar. He was so delicious, smoke billowing gently from his pursed lips, gesturing wildly with his cane.

The cane. Don’t even start with that fucking prop. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment before returning your gaze to the screen, grinding your hips into your bedspread. You let out a shaky sigh as you watched Oliver say the words, “I am your daddy.” Another small whine escaped your lips, and you huffed slightly.

“Fuck it,” you muttered to yourself and quickly crawled up the bed, flopping on your back, and popped open the button of your jeans. You set the laptop on your thighs, balancing it before pulling your zipper down. Your hand wriggled into your tight jeans, slipping into your panties as Oliver leaned back in the green velvet chair. You sighed at the mess sticking to your cotton undies, and as the increasingly inebriated man on the screen stumbled around shouting profanities, your fingers went to work.

Jake, on the other hand, was no longer at lunch with his brothers. The guys were too eager to get back to their own respective partners, as was Jake, and so as soon as they’d finished eating, they said their goodbyes. He was still chuckling to himself as he switched his jacket to his other arm to open the door. Shaking his head, recalling the story Sam told him about Danny, he set his jacket down over the back of a chair and looked around. The living room was empty, but he saw your glass of water on the coffee table and sweater tossed on the couch, proving you were still home. Curious, he walked quietly down the hall, still no sign of you. His eyes had just settled on the staircase when he heard the smallest noise coming from the bedroom. Furrowing his brow, Jake paused, listening for a moment, and then he heard it again. His eyes widened, a smirk spreading deviously across his face at the source of the sound.

“My, my, my,” he whispered to himself, and creeped up the stairs. The bedroom door was ajar, and he could faintly see the glow of a screen in the darkness of the room. His mind rushed with the implications of a screen combined with the sweet whines you were making. Were you watching porn? He bit his lip in excitement, never having known you did such a thing. You’d never said anything, he wondered what genres you liked. He felt his pants getting tighter as his imagination ran wild. Was his amazing girlfriend into lesbian porn? Anal? What if you were into something really kinky… unable to stop his curiosity any longer, he tiptoed toward the bedroom door, avoiding the creaky boards on the floor. The last thing he wanted was to interrupt-

His jaw fell to the floor at the sight in front of him. You were laid out on the couch, hand moving in tight circles under the cover of your pants, mouth hanging open as soft pants escaped you. All of this exactly as Jake pictured it, better, even. But the contents of the screen, he never would have guessed in a million years. His masterclass video. That’s what you were getting off on? His moronic Oliver Reed parody?

Jake stood there, stunned for a few seconds, allowing the confusing, yet incredibly erotic scene play out before him. His hand found his erection through his pants, palming it and swallowing a moan. You seemed to be getting close, if the increasingly frantic movement of your hand was anything to go by.

An idea formed in his head, and he smirked, hoping it would go the way he hoped.

Pushing the door open a little more, Jake slipped into the gravelly British accent you apparently loved so much. “Well, well, well.”

You let out a short scream, hand flying out of your pants and slamming the laptop shut with a furious blush. You blinked at him, panting softly in surprise and remaining excitement. You watched in horror as Jake stepped into the room like he owned it, eyeing your body hungrily.

“How long have you…” you trailed off, wincing in anticipation. Jake’s smirk widened, resembling the Cheshire cat.

“Long enough, darling. Long…” he took another step closer to you, “…enough.” He was thoroughly enjoying your embarrassed but undeniably turned on expression, and he finally reached the side of the bed, resting his hand on the headboard and leaning over you tauntingly.

“I can’t say I’m surprised, love,” he continued in his Reed voice, albeit softer now in the close proximity of your face. “All the women love Oliver.” After a moment’s dramatic pause, he shot straight up and walked out of the room and across the hall to your office slash storage room. You craned your neck to see where the hell he was going, muffling a snort of laughter at the thud of boxes falling, then your eyes widened as he reappeared in the doorway, leaning casually on the doorframe. Your boyfriend was now sporting those flat-topped sunglasses, and he was carrying the cane. Your mouth actually watered as you took him in, smirking faintly at the fake beard. He looked just as deliciously handsome as you’d ever seen him.

He stalked forward and towered over you once more. You swallowed and allowed your eyes to wander down his body, biting back a whimper at the stiffening erection his pants couldn’t hide. Jake’s hand reached out to grab your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes, and he leaned his head forward, peaking at you over the top of his glasses. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and smirked, remembering the clip in the video, and you licked your lips.

“Jake, I-“

Immediately, he cut you off. “Who the fuck is Jake? Huh?!” He straightened and gestured outwardly in mock confusion. His gaze landed back on you, hungrily.

“I’m Oliver,” he smacked at your inner calf with his cane to spread it outward, “Fucking,” the other leg, “Reed.” He stepped between your open legs and pushed your shoulders back, flopping you on the bed with a growl.

You moaned and grabbed his shirt in your fists, pulling him on top of you. You tugged his hair and captured his lips in a desperate kiss as you ground your hips up into his. A few hairs from the limp beard tickled at your cheeks and he pulled back, just enough to tease your bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue, before thrusting it past your open mouth. He groaned, deep in his throat, and rutted his now rock-hard length into your heated groin. Your hands found the few buttons that were actually done up near his stomach and you struggled to pop them open, finally shoving his shirt off his toned shoulders.

Jake broke the kiss and smirked down at you. “Now darling, why don’t you tell Daddy what’s got you all worked up,” he rasped, grinding into you again. Your eyes fluttered but remained on his. “I- mmm, I really fucking like Oliver,” you gasped when Jakes hand dove into your panties.

“Well,” he chuckled deeply, teasingly stroking your clit, “Oliver likes you, too, love.” He watched as your eyes rolled back slightly, then Jake pinched your clit gently. Your hips bucked and you moaned loudly, gripping the sheets. His fingers circled your clit a few times, then retreated up under your shirt to cup your breast. You whined impatiently, arching your back into his touch, and Jake chuckled darkly.

“I can’t wait to fuck you absolutely senseless, darling. You’re gonna let Oliver make a fucking mess of you, aren’t you, love?” You heard the taunting English accent growing deeper with desire as Jake plucked at your nipples. He was groping you obscenely, watching your face as he played with your tits. You couldn’t remember ever being so turned on in your life, your little fantasies paling in comparison to the show your boyfriend was putting on just for you.

Oliver, as you decided to call him in your head for the time being, gave your breast one last grope before unbuckling his belt. The metal clanged sinfully, and your hand went to seek out some relief between your thighs, but Oliver’s voice halted your movement. “Oi’! Don’t you dare,” He growled, unbuttoning his pants, and shoving them down to the floor in a heap. Left in his boxers and those stupid glasses, he grabbed your ankles and spun you to lie flat on your back with your head on the pillows. You gasped and he crawled over you, practically sneering with conceited lust.

“Please, Oliver, show me how you like to fuck,” you teased breathily, playing up the seduction in your voice to play along. You lifted your hand to stroke his beard, staring into his eyes through the glasses. Oliver’s eyes darkened at your tone, and his calloused hand ran up your front, pulling up your shirt with it.

“Oh, gladly, darling. But first, lets see those pretty tits, yeah?” You moaned and Oliver pulled your shirt up and over your head. His mouth immediately came down and latched onto your nipple, his other hand groping at your opposite breast. You whined helplessly. You couldn’t bring yourself to be embarrassed at how eagerly you reacted to his actions. You loved everything about this, being treated like Oliver Reed’s whore, groped for his own pleasure. Jake was making this filthier than you could’ve dreamed of.

Seemingly picking up on your obscene thoughts, Oliver lifted his face enough to flash you a cheeky grin before diving between your tits and shaking his face back and forth into your cleavage. For a split second you wondered how long Jake had been wanting to do that but hadn’t had the opportunity. The thought made you smile and you inwardly laughed at what a boy he was.

Oliver pulled back and he eyed your flushed face. “Forget a penny, I’d pay a fortune to hear your thoughts, my beauty,” he murmured sensually and ran his calloused warm hand down your side, beginning to work your pants over your hips and down your thighs. Deciding to test your limits, you smirked after kicking your jeans off, and shrugged one shoulder. “Just hoping you haven’t been afflicted with whisky-dick I suppose,” you raised an eyebrow challengingly.

Oliver’s jaw fell open slightly but he quickly composed himself. Grabbing your wrist, he growled as he slid your hand down his chest. “You are feisty tonight, love.” Your hand slid closer and closer down his stomach, his soft happy trail making you bite your lip. “Well luckily for you,” he leered, holding your hand still for a moment and pulling the band of his boxers away from his hips teasingly, giving you a shadowy glimpse at the base of his cock before snapping it back in place, “I know how to handle both my Jack and my women.”

He guided your hand down into his boxers and let go of your wrist, allowing you to touch him freely. You looked up, locking your doe eyes with his darkened ones, and held intensely heated eye contact. You ran your fingertips down just low enough to brush against his base, and then you raked your nails lightly upwards through his pubic hair. Oliver’s face momentarily gave away his slip of control, his eyes unfocusing. You grabbed both sides of his neck and flopped him beside you. He chuckled darkly and your other hand joined the first. You ran both hands down his lower abdomen, slipping lower and lower until you took his boxers down with them. You allowed his waistband to rest just a couple of inches below the base of his cock, the rest of his length still hidden. You eyed him shamelessly, licking your lips, and Oliver watched as you traced a single finger lightly down the short bit of exposed skin. Oliver physically shuddered at your teasing, allowing you to explore this new dynamic as you wanted.

Your finger traced along a thick vein and smirked as his erection twitched under your touch. Oliver was starting to breath more heavily, holding himself back from bucking his hips into your hands. “Listen you little minx,” your eyes met, both sets of pupils blown with desire, “you’re being an awful fucking tease. Don’t make Daddy punish you.” You moaned under your breath, hooking one leg over his hip, and grinding yourself up into his cock, still half covered.

He grunted and reached up, lowering his glasses down his perfect straight nose to peer at you over them. Your eyes wandered over his face. “I hope you’ll forgive me, Oliver. I just like to make sure my toys are in working order, is all.”

With a growl, Oliver shoved you roughly back into place on your back. “Oh, I’ll show you who’s the toy, you saucy little brat,” he spat. Standing, he grabbed the forgotten cane from the side of the bed. Your eyes widened and you clenched your thighs together as Oliver loomed over you. He held the cane horizontally with both of his strong, rough hands, and cracked it against his palm once. He wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you to your feet. He sat in your place and took your arm, pulling you roughly over his lap, ass in the air. You whined and wiggled in his grasp.

“You’ll hold still, if you know what’s good for you, love. It’ll only make this worse for you.” His voice had become nearly unrecognizable through the accent and dark, gravelly lust. You couldn’t dwell on it long before the cane came cracking down against your ass. You yelped and Oliver’s hand smoothed over your reddening cheek, squeezing it with a sigh.

“I bet you just fucking love this, don’t you pet? You wanted Daddy’s cane to spank you. Naughty girl,” he brought the cane down twice rapidly, one smack on each cheek. You moaned and begged, “Please Oliver, I’ll be good now, please, please.”

“I’m not convinced, my darling. Maybe we should just check for ourselves, shall we?” Before you could answer, he was yanking down your drenched panties over your ass. They barely hit the floor before his hand spread your ass open, exposing all of you to him over his lap. He groaned softly and spread your pussy open with his fingers, watching how you glistened in the dim light. “Good fucking girl. So fucking wet, I could go for a sail between these pretty thighs.” You normally would have laughed, but his persona made the ridiculous statement erotic as hell.

You lifted your ass up invitingly, hoping for his fingers. Instead, you gasped as you felt the cool handle of his cane meet your unsuspecting clit. Oliver rubbed it up and down over the swollen bud, watching you struggle to keep your head from hanging. You craned your neck to peak at him, and he met your fucked-out gaze with a wink and a devilish smirk. The cane moved to your entrance and pushed in a few inches. You moaned loudly and finally dropped your head limply.

He began thrusting it into you lazily, eyes locked on the juices clinging to the wooden handle. He pulled it out of you slowly, wishing he had a camera to capture the image of the string of juices that stretched from your pink slit to his cane. “Look at you… Oliver’s pretty little fuck toy, aren’t you, love?” He strained out.  You whined and nodded furiously.

Both of you had gotten so worked up at this point you couldn’t stand any more teasing. Oliver took your shoulders and guided you up off his lap. He swung his legs onto the bed and kicked his boxers all the way off, his freed cock harder than ever. Watching you look at him, he ran his hands up his thighs and took his cock in both hands. He began thrusting his hips up into his fists, fucking himself slowly. His beard hung off his chin, his head leaning back as he groaned. You bit your fist watching the show, absolutely drooling over your boyfriend. His hips were absolutely sinful, his tight ass clenching as he bucked over and over into the tight grip of his hands.

Sinful, delicious noises flew out of his pink lips, and you noticed his glasses were fogged up now from his body heat. Pausing his movements, he looked over at you and waggled his eyebrows.

“Do you plan to stand there all evening? There’s a perfectly comfortable seat right here,” he gestured to his hair-obscured face. You blushed, “you want me to…” He nodded eagerly. “With the beard and everything?”

He laughed loudly and you smiled. “My darling, I’m wounded. I was under the impression that you found my beard becoming.” You giggled and moved to crawl over his body.

“I just didn’t want to ruin it, is all. Believe me, you’re so… so very sexy…” you trailed off, cupping his jaw and eyeing his mouth as it quirked into a cocky smirk.

“You flatter me, love. It isn’t every day beautiful women throw themselves at me.” He paused. “Oh wait- yes it is.” He kissed you deeply, limiting your laugh to a huffed snort through your nose, making him smile against your lips. He pulled back and tapped his cheek with his hand. “Up you go, now. Be nice and keep daddy’s face warm.” You crawled up his body and straddled his head, yelping when he pulled you down roughly onto his face. Immediately his mouth worked into your wet core, licking the flat of his tongue over your clit repeatedly before swirling the tip around your clit and sucking lightly.

Jake’s signature loving and knowledgeable style of eating you out combined with the insatiable and filthy mouth of Oliver, and it was unlike anything you’d imagined. He slurped at you with an uninhibited fervor you rarely saw in Jake. Your boyfriend was fantastic in bed, and you had no complaints. But something about this side of him that shined through his alternate persona was stoking a fire in your belly.

He moaned into you and shook his face back and forth quickly, dragging his tongue over your clit in the process. Your head tossed back with a loud groan. “Oh fuck, fuck yes- Oliver yes, mmmm fuck,” you babbled incoherently. He was going to town like it was his last meal and you felt your orgasm beginning to surface. Oliver’s muffled groans, accented by obscene wet noises filled the room, and he pulled you impossibly closer, squeezing and groping your ass as he pressed his face into you desperately. You ground against his face as his tongue stretched into your hole, his perfect nose nudging your clit with each thrust.

You barely noticed the soft beard covering your seat on his face, aside from the odd tickle, but you could feel how absolutely drenched it had gotten. You looked down at him and groaned at the sight, the beard soaked and completely dishevelled, clinging to Oliver’s cheeks as we furiously sucked your clit rhythmically. The image gave your orgasm the last shove it needed and you gripped his hair tightly, letting out a strained yell as you came. Your high lasted longer than any you’d had before, egged on by the vibrations of your boyfriend’s desperate moans under you.

“Ohhh my god Ol-Oliver yes- I can’t stop cumming, fuck fuck fuck-“ you gasped for air and humped his mouth pathetically, thighs shaking around his dripping face. Finally, the waves of intense pleasure subsided and you weakly climbed off his face to collapse beside him, both of you panting.

After a moment you blinked at the ceiling, dazed. “Holy shit.” Oliver/Jake’s familiar giggle sounded beside you, making you turn and smile at him. His eyes were glowing with giddy desire, looking absolutely smitten. You giggled at the state of his beard, stringy wet hairs strung in every direction. He pulled it off his face and let it fall into the trash. Still in character, he chuckled, “Well, it was nice knowing you, beard.” He saluted and nodded once. “Remarkable. He went out doing what he loved.”

You laughed at his antics and rolled to your side. You ran your hand across his lean chest and bit your lip.

He looked over at you and smirked. “Still want more of Oliver, do you? Dirty girl.”

You gave him your best doe eyes and wrapped your fingers loosely around his aching cock. Instantly, his eyes fluttered and a sigh escaped his swollen lips. You stroked him loosely, enjoying the familiar, hard warmth in your hand. “Will you let me ride your cock, Oliver? Pretty please?” You cooed, cocking your head and lightly pumping him in your hand. His eyes fell shut and he let out an honest-to-god whimper. You felt a rush of heat to your groin, playing with his cock teasingly. “I want it sooo bad, Daddy. It looks so nice,” you continued, nibbling at his earlobe and licking a small strip down the shell of his ear, relishing his soft whines and pants. You squeezed his dick for emphasis as you whispered in his ear, “So big and hard. I want to know what it’s like, you know…” You paused to suck a hickey into his neck, “To fuck the great, Oliver Reed.”

With a tortured groan, he rolled swiftly on top of you. Oliver grabbed your right leg and hiked it over his shoulder, one hand coming down to rub the heel of his hand around your sensitive clit. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he pushed his glasses back up his nose into place, and then took his cock in hand, pushing into you. You both groaned, your pussy gripping his cock tightly.

“Jesus- so tight,” you vaguely noticed his accent faltering, but he slipped back into character quickly. “God you feel fucking divine, pet.”

“Mmmm- so big, please Oliver please,” you begged breathlessly. Oliver thrusted smoothly and hard, bottoming out with a strained groan.

“Christ, angel, what a perfect fucking cunt you have,” He praised through pants. The hand that wasn’t holding your leg up ran down the inside of your suspended thigh, coming down to spread you out farther and playing with your clit.

Your eyes rolled back, barely recognizing the sounds coming out of your mouth. You gripped the bedsheets with white knuckles as Oliver pounded into you, wet slapping noises echoing with each thrust. You felt your second orgasm approaching already, aided by the tight circles he rubbed into your clit. “Yes, baby- just like that, you’re gonna make me cum, please,” you whimpered, not caring how desperate you sounded.

A feral growl ripped out of the man on top of you and he circled your clit faster with his free hand. The hand on your leg slipped down momentarily to smack your ass a few times, returning to its post on your knee as he drove relentlessly into you. Soft grunts huffed out of his lips with every thrust, his balls slapping against you animalistically. You edged closer and closer, concentrating on the deliciously soft, rock-hard cock pumping into you.

“Come on, gorgeous girl, give it up angel, soak daddy’s cock like the good fucking slut you are. I need it, angel, please,” Oliver begged raggedly, his fingers a blur on your swollen clit.

The heavenly sound of Oliver Reed begging you to cum launched you over the edge, blinding white hot pleasure shooting through your body. You were pretty sure you were screaming, but you couldn’t tell for sure. Incoherent babbles of both Oliver and Jake’s name streamed from your lips through moans. Just as you regained awareness, your boyfriend lost all composure, pulling out of you and pumping his warm cum across your belly and spread pussy with the sweetest groan you’ve ever heard. His eyebrows tilted up and furrowed, his lips in a perfect “O”, and his hand flying over his cock in a blur of motion.

He let out a final, weak grunt and flopped beside you, once more joining you as you both caught your breath.

Your ears slowly stopped ringing and you fluttered your eyes open, glancing over at Jake. He looked absolutely heavenly, flushed skin shining with sweat, red lips parted as he breathed raggedly. His long eyelashes casted over his cheekbones, he looked adorable, in contrast with the situation. His long hair clung to his forehead, and he lazily reached up and ripped off the glasses that had miraculously stayed on. You reached over and brushed his hair off his face, tucking it sweetly behind his ear and cupping his jaw lovingly. He turned to look at you, eyes soft with pure adoration. You felt a flutter of butterflies from the look he gave you.

Slowly he leaned forward, tilting his head, and you met in a sweet, gentle kiss, losing yourselves in the moment. His hand snaked into your sweaty hair as your lips moved together, pulling away with a sigh.

“I love y- “I love you,” you both whispered at the same time, dissolving into giggles. Jake booped your nose with his finger, his adorable smile stretching across his face. You pecked his lips again. He grabbed a fistful of tissues from the nightstand to clean you off until you had gained enough strength to shower.

“So when were you gonna tell me?” He asked, voice rough and gravelly from the strain of the character voice and sex.

You blushed, feigning ignorance. “Tell you what?” You started to sit up to move out of bed.

Jake grabbed your hips, pulling you back down into his side. “Ah ah ah, not yet, miss,” he chuckled, wrapping his toned arms around your middle and gripping tightly. “When were you gonna tell me about your special interest in Oliver?”

He looked way too pleased with himself, so you looked away and giggled shyly. “Never, its embarrassing!” He scoffed and kissed your cheek. “Why? I think it’s kinda sexy,” he rested his forehead against your temple, nose pressed into your cheek. You felt his eyelashes flutter against your cheekbone, tickling you gently.

You smiled and bit your lip. “Really? You don’t think its weird?”

He snorted a laugh and pulled back, looking at you incredulously. “Babe, we just had the best sex we’ve ever had while I wore a cheap fake beard and the ugliest glasses I’ve ever seen, not to mention while talking dirty to you in an English accent. No, I don’t think you are the weird one,” he laughed. “In fact, I think you’re the most amazing woman I have ever met.”

You giggled and kissed him softly. “I think you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met.”

“Me? Or Oliver?” he raised an eyebrow teasingly.

“You, dingus! Jacob Thomas, boyfriend of the year, rock god, chef extraordinaire, pirate enthusiast and love of my life.” You beamed against his lips, and he closed his eyes, letting out a contented hum.

“Oh yeah?” he mumbled bashfully with a goofy grin.

You pecked his lips. “Nah just kidding.” You giggled at his faux glare. “Of course, baby. I’m so fucking lucky it's incredible, I won the boyfriend jackpot with you, handsome,” you rubbed your nose against his.

His smile was blinding and he hugged you tight against him, nuzzling into you. “Ditto, gorgeous.”

#greta van fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fluff #gvf smut #jacob thomas kiszka #jake kiszka #jake gvf #oliver reed #oliver fucking reed #greta van smut #greta van fleet

[andtherestishistory13]

Elle Fernanda and Oliver F*cking Reed can never meet because they’re actually sworn enemies and Elle, like the icon she is, doesn’t want to be near him

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner #sammy kiszka #jake gvf #josh gvf #danny gvf #sam gvf #elle fernanda #oliver fucking reed

[indigostreaking]

Wicked Woman

Oliver Reed!Danny x fem!reader

A/N: This is mostly for me, as a certified slut for Oliver Reed who lives in Danny’s lane, but I really hope you enjoy it, too! 🤭

Minors, please please please do not interact. 18+

Warnings: oral(f&m receiving), fingering, alcohol, degradation(if you squint), praise, fake accents, daddy kink, pussy spanking, cockwarming for a second, choking, unprotected sex, teensy bit of spit, and probably more 🤷🏼‍♀️

Word count: ~3k

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"Wanna see something cool we've been working on?" Danny asked excitedly as you climbed in the passenger seat of his car. You expected new music or a photo shoot, but when he passed you his phone, you were greeted with a video of Danny decked out in his golf gear sporting a cocky smirk.

"Chip Bunker? What is this?" You giggled as you asked, glancing back at him momentarily to see him raising his eyebrows expectantly.

"Just watch it," he laughed with you and looked back to the road before adding, "scroll to the right for the other three.." You tapped the screen so the clip began to play.

"Golf is the essence.." Chip began, and you fought the urge to poke fun, because Danny—Chip looked really really good in his colorful striped polo and Michigan visor. You always loved when he pulled his hair up, too. You watched intently as the short video ended before scrolling to the next one. You laughed at Dr JMK and rolled your eyes at Cal A Bungah, but you couldn't help but smile as you watched Oliver Reed. With the sex and swagger practically dripping off of him as he spoke in a terrible British accent, you were entranced. He had on tight green pants, brown loafers that matched his vest, and a light blue button up shirt, but the icing on the Oliver cake was the long fake beard and expensive looking sunglasses and necklace. You gasped near the end when he ripped open his shirt, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks.

"What's got you all smiley?" Danny asked as he pulled in to the parking spot of the movie theater for date night. You had been so lost in the videos that you hadn't even realized you'd arrived.

"Nothing," you lied, trying to recover some dignity. You had never thought of Jake like that, but that was certainly not Jake..

"Oliver's got you all hot and bothered, huh?" He teased with a smirk. Your cheeks flushed again and you hated yourself for it. He gasped and placed his hand over his heart feigning offense. "No love for Chip?"

"Chip was perfect, babe! And I love him and you so much," you leaned in and kissed his pouty lips. "Let's head in so we have time for concessions." He nodded, but you could tell he was deep in thought..

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After getting dressed in a cute, white sundress, you texted Danny to let him know you were on your way per his request. He had been very cryptic when he asked you to come over, but that wasn't totally out of the ordinary for him. He was always full of fun little surprises, but for some reason you just couldn't quite fight the sense of anxious excitement you felt when you knocked on the front door of his house.

"Just a second, love," a familiar voice called out in an unfamiliar accent. You cocked your head sideways, trying to make sense of it. Danny opened the door wearing a pair of tight green pants, a light blue button up shirt, a pair of brown loafers and a matching brown vest. Your heart skipped a beat at the realization. "Come on, darling, can't have you standing out 'ere making the neighbors jealous," he held the door open wide and flashed you a lazy smirk. You followed him inside and watched as he shut the door. That's when you noticed the fake beard and bubbled with laughter.

"Danny, what are you—" you began as you shook your head in disbelief.

"Danny's not here. Name's Reed...Oliver Reed," he winked and arched a brow.

You bit back a smile, but it eventually erupted out of you in a cackle that you tried your best to stifle. "Oliver, I—are you—" you tried to ask, but you couldn't stop giggling. He somehow managed to keep a straight face, and you felt so bad for laughing when he's clearly trying so hard.

He stepped towards you, closing the distance as he took your face in his large hand, squeezing your cheeks together and making your lips push out in a pout. "Be a good girl for me and go grab the bottle of whiskey? None of that cheap shit that Danny drinks, either..." he looked down at you as he spoke then released your face. You swallowed hard. Your sweet Daniel never really took on this role of being so rough and almost condescending. He was usually so gentle, empathetic, and careful with you, but this-this was different. Ever so obediently, you walked into the kitchen, only to return to an empty living room.

"Danny?" You called out cautiously as you wandered down the hallway towards his bedroom.

"Uh uh, your beloved Daniel is away for the moment...otherwise occupied, if you will," Oliver crooned from his spot perched on the edge of the bed. "Fuck this shit," he mumbled to himself as he pulled the beard off his face after fussing with the hairs sticking to his lips. "Keep up, won't you, love?" He eyed the floor in front of him, silently motioning for you to take your spot. Your heart was racing at his newfound swagger, and you could already feel your panties getting wetter and wetter by the second. You handed him the bottle of whiskey and knelt before him. "Look at you, such a pretty girl, aren't you?" He purred, tilting your chin up with his forefinger as he looked down his perfect nose at you. Without letting you go, he turned up the bottle with his other hand, taking a big swig. His pronounced adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed with an exaggerated sigh. "Need a drink before you suck my cock?" He asked plainly, as if he was doing you a favor.

In that moment, you decided to make a show of it. If he was committed to this bit, you would play your role as well. You widened your eyes and fluttered your lashes. "Yes, please, daddy," you said breathily, holding eye contact with him as you bit your lower lip. You had never called him that before, and you weren't sure how he'd react..but judging by the way his breath hitched and the corner of his mouth curled up in amusement, it was safe to assume he liked it.

"Open," he commanded calmly. Your mouth fell open instantly and you held eye contact with him as he tilted the bottle, pouring the honey colored liquor into your mouth. It overflowed, dribbling down your chin and onto your chest, and he smirked as it soaked through your dress exposing your stiffening nipples. You tried not to choke as you gulped down what you could, still keeping your eyes on his. The lust and hunger in his eyes darkened the usual chocolatey brown to an almost ravenous black. He sat the bottle on the night stand and took your chin in his hand, craning your head to the side as he licked a stripe from your collarbone up to your jaw. A quiet moan escaped your throat, quickly followed by a content, low hum of approval from him. He leaned back, unbuttoning his pants with one hand and letting his cock spring free. You licked your lips and impatiently reached for it before he dodged your touch. "Aren't you going to ask daddy nicely? Liked hearing you say please so pretty before.." His voice dropped an octave at his new title and you held your breath. Fuck.

"Please," you whined, making sure to flutter your lashes up at him.

"Please what, love? Use your words," the terrible accent still made everything more sultry somehow. You licked your lips before trying again.

"Please let me suck your cock...daddy," you were proud of yourself for remembering to address him properly, and a smile played at the corner of your lips because of it.

"Ah, there she is. There's my naughty girl," he looked just as pleased as he slowly stroked his cock and eyed you hungrily. He tilted the tip towards your mouth, and you lapped at it eagerly. Another hum of approval rumbled through his chest. He tangled a hand in your hair, loosely gripping it every time you took him deeper. His hips bucked up into you as you worked him. Your nose nuzzled against his happy trail as you fought your gag reflex, letting tears pool in the corner of your eyes. "Fuck," he moaned, as you pulled away only to repeat the same motion. He gently tugged on your hair, making you look up at him as your head bobbed. "Gonna fuck your pretty mouth now, and you're gonna take it..aren't you, darling?" He asked and for the briefest of moments, you saw a flicker of Danny finding a way to check in with you. You swallowed and he groaned in pleasure. You did your best to give your permission, but a muffled yes would have to suffice.

As he stood, you rocked back to accommodate the shift. He gripped the hair at the base of your neck and held your head in place as he thrusted forward, grazing the back of your throat. You held your composure through his slow, steady movements. He picked up his pace, pulling you into him as you gagged around him. He moaned as he watched the drool dribble down your chin and you held your eyes on his. "Are you this sweet to your Daniel? Do you choke on his cock like this, too?" His voice dangerously low and raspy as he pulled from your mouth, waiting for your response.

"I think he's too scared he'll hurt me, but I'm tougher than I look," you smirked up at him as you wiped the drool from your chin against your forearm.

"Oh really?" his eyes widened as you nodded, and he abruptly yanked you up, pulling you to your feet as his hand trailed down to the swell of your left ass cheek. You giggled as he lifted the bottom of your dress, caressing the bare skin he found beneath. "You want Daniel to use a firmer hand? Perhaps rough you up a little? Like this.." he whispered, swatting at your ass, leaving a sting of pain and a red hand-shaped mark.

You hissed before replying, "Mmm..yes, thank you, daddy," and fluttering your lashes, which elicited a low rumble of a moan from him.

"You are evil," he grinned before motioning towards the headboard with his chin, instructing you silently. You obliged, making a show of wiggling your ass as you climbed up the length of the bed. "Positively wicked," he purred as he watched you, taking note of the thin fabric of your thong when the ruffled hem of your dress allowed brief peeks. You plopped down on the heap of pillows, rolling to lie on your back instead. The sight of him nearly knocked the wind from your lungs. He had taken the opportunity to undress entirely, leaving a medallion dangling from a silver chain at his neck as he crawled up towards you with his cock bobbing with his movement.

He kissed a line up your inner knee to your thigh, reaching up flipping the skirt of your dress up and out of the way. "Take this off for me, yeah?" He murmured against the soft skin of your thigh, glancing up to watch you lift your dress over your head. Your moved to take off your panties, but he caught your wrists with a sharp hiss. "Uh uh," he scolded gently. You watched as he caught the waistband of your thong between his teeth, slowly working it down until it reached your thighs. His hot breath had you arching your back as the sensation traveled down your legs until you were freed from the lace.

You sucked your lower lip between your teeth as he kissed and nipped his way up your thigh towards your core. When his tongue found your throbbing clit, you nearly jumped. He chuckled to himself at your behavior, then continued by sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it as he worked. You gripped the sheets to the point that your knuckles turned white and you held your breath. “Let me hear you lovely moans, sweet girl,” he crooned from between your thighs as he swiped his index and middle finger through the wetness accumulating. He teased your entrance, pushing his fingers in only to pull them away over and over until you couldn’t take it.

“Please fuck me, Danny,” you let out a frustrated whine, tangling your fingers in his hair and trying to use it to pull him up to kiss you instead. He lifted his face, shoved his fingers in deep, curling them up to caress the perfect spot inside you, and delivered a swift pop of his other hand to your clit. You gasped and bucked your hips, but were unable to get away. His devious smile lit up while he watched you squirm, still curling and uncurling his fingers as he used them to fuck you. He delved back in, lapping at your core and causing the fire in your tummy to build. “Oliver, please,” you corrected yourself breathlessly, knowing where you had gone wrong and desperately needing more. His face lifted again so he could watch you wince as he delivered another slap to your clit. This time you whimpered and cried out, “daddy!” He growled in approval and resumed devouring you. His rhythm never faltered as he drug you over the edge. Your moans filled the room as you came undone, and he growled in approval, rutting himself against the bed as he worked you through it.

Your hips bucked involuntarily as he started overstimulating you, and he landed another swat to your clit causing you to whimper, “What was that for?”

He smirked up at you, and replied, “Just like feeling how tight your pretty pink pussy clenches around my fingers.” You panted beneath him as he crawled up your body. He spit on your core before lining himself up and thrusting in painfully slowly. He let his head fall forward, smiling as he felt you stretch around him. “Fuck,” he mumbled, just a quick glimpse at your Danny before he regained his Oliver persona. He captured your nipple with his mouth, circling it with his tongue as he sucked before repeating the same to the other. You tilted your hips back and forth trying to create some movement, causing his tip to rub against your favorite spot. He let go of your nipple with a pop and smiled down at you. “Afraid Oliver won’t give you what you need, hmm?” He asked in an almost condescending tone, but you didn’t care. You needed more.

“I just want you to come, too,” you whined, trying to flatter him into fucking you how you wanted.

He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. “No,” he sounded stern now as he took your face in his hand, tilting your head to the side so he could whisper, “You just have a greedy little cunt,” directly into your ear. You swallowed hard, and his hand slid down to grip your throat. He hesitated, searching your eyes for any sign of unease. Daniel once again checking in ever so subtly. You nodded, giving him the permission he was seeking. He squeezed gently at first as he began fucking you, picking up speed and squeezing a bit harder to match. Your eyes rolled back as he pushed you towards the edge again. He’d loosen his grip to let you catch your breath, but his thrusts never slowed. You opened your eyes to see him looking down at where your bodies met, watching as he slid in and out of your core with his tongue out in concentration and his brows furrowed. You let the building pleasure wash over you, coming undone once more as he watched. His pace stuttered and he thrusted forward as deep as he could, filling you as a stream of obscenities flowed from his perfect pink lips. He held his position, panting as he came back down, finally looking at you with flushed cheeks, a sheen of sweat across his forehead, and a fucked out smile that made your whole body warm.

“Hey,” you whispered, acknowledging the return of Danny. His smile widened as he unsheathed and laid down beside you, nuzzling closer with his face in the crook of your neck.

“Hey..was that okay?” he asked nervously, dropping the accent, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“It was perfect,” you replied as you turned to kiss his forehead and tuck his sweaty curls behind his ear. “Thank you,” you murmured into the gentle kiss, knowing he had done this for you. “Wanna shower together?” You asked hopefully.

He popped up to his feet more enthusiastically than you expected, which made you laugh. “You know I love that idea,” he flashed you a crooked grin and crinkled his nose. It’s true, though. He jumped on the opportunity to shower with you any chance he got, and you loved it. “Maybe you and Oliver can hang out more often,” he smirked as he pulled you to your feet.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, walking past him towards the bathroom. “Maybe Oliver should remember his cane next time..” you replied casually. Danny charged towards you, scooping you up in his arms with a rumble of laughter.

“Wicked woman,” he purred into your ear in his Oliver accent as he kicked the bathroom door shut behind you.

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alright gresties.. hear me out: an oliver reed oneshot. maybe slightly smutty. how are we feeling?

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oliver fucking reed.

3.5k words minors DNI

oliver reed x fem!reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), mentions of drinking

pls let me know if i miss any! <3

kind of an AU where instead of josh, oliver is jake's twin! :)

you were over at jake's house, lounging around on his couch, watching tv when he came inside.

"y/n?? what the fuck?? how did you get in i-"

"you don't hide your spare key very well. in the planter? by the door? yeah. real fucking original jacob." you rolled your eyes.

you'd been friends with jake since god knows when, you both knew neither of you meant any harm with the words you spoke.

"i'm going to make you start paying rent." he groaned, setting down the loads of grocery bags he came in with.

"oh well. can't get rid of me that easy." you laughed, walking over to the bags and looking into a couple.

"what has your panties in a twist? you look like you have 5 kids and a mini van." you asked, looking him up and down.

he sighed as he kicked his shoes off, not really caring where they landed.

"oliver is coming into town." he said, running a hand through his hair.

oliver was jake's twin, he was a cocky son of a bitch. he always had a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other. and the god awful british accent. it was obviously fake, you nor jake had known where it came from or where he had adapted it.

"aw fuck! what for? it's not christmas or thanksgiving and you're not having a party-" you got interrupted as you listed off possibilities of why he'd show up so abruptly.

"literally no idea. he called me today while i was at daniel's and said, quote 'get ready, brother. we're gunna fuckin' party' and told me he'd be here tonight." jake rolled his eyes, thinking about his brother.

"tonight?!" your eyes widened and groaned.

oliver was annoying. with the accent, the beard, the liquor, the cigar, all of it. but what made him all the more impossible to be around is how he thinks he's somehow better than jake. he changed his last name from kiszka to reed a couple years back.

he did so, thinking it'd suit him more due to the 'hellraiser' life he claimed to have. just like the real oliver reed from way back when.

"yes, tonight. now don't just stand there. help me get ready!" jake shooed you into his bedroom.

jake would always have you help him get ready when the insatiable soul known as oliver would be coming around. oliver would knit pick at anything and everything just to annoy his brother.

"okay, red or black?" jake asked, holding up two button up shirts.

you looked between the two, listing the pros and cons of each within your mind.

"black." you answered, watching him hurry to put it on.

it was already 5pm and you knew oliver would be arriving soon.

you groaned, getting off of jake's bed and walked into the closet to hurry jake up.

"hurry up! he's going to be here soon."

"i know, i know! i just don't know what else to pair with outfit i mean-"

you cut him off, shoving him to the side. you rummaged through his walk-in closet to find what you needed.

"ah perfect!" you exclaimed, holding two items up.

"put these on." you said, handing him black jeans that cut off right above his ankle.

"and then put these on, after that roll your sleeves up a bit and you'll have a good outfit." you said, handing him the pants and pair of chelsea boots.

he nodded and you walked out to give him privacy to change.

just as you sat back down on jake's couch, the door was being seemingly abused with knocks.

"oh shit. here we go." you mumbled under your breath.

you walked up to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it.

oliver was on the other side, booze in one hand and some cigar in the other. as usual.

"oliver." you said, stepping to the side to allow him in.

"what a pleasure! getting greeted by y/n herself. how are you, darling?" he said, walking in, you closing the door behind him. his voice was thick, deeper than jake's.

"fine. i see you finally shaved your scraggly beard." you allowed yourself to scoff at the end of your sentence.

"well, love, i think i look fucking hot. wouldn't you say?" he asked, rubbing his shaved face.

"hate to break it to you, oliver, but i could care less." you said, looking him in the eye.

"so you say. where is jake?" he asked, looking around, unbuttoning his vest and throwing it on the couch.

"his room. i'll grab him." you said, walking off down the hallway.

you opened jakes door, seeing him rolling up his sleeves and taking a once-over in the mirror.

"he's here." you said with a big breath in, faking a smile.

"great," he said walking out of the room, stopping in the door frame.

"let's go then, shall we?" he asked, you giving a nod.

you both walked out, seeing oliver looking around in the kitchen.

"ah! there he is!" oliver said, greeting his brother with a half hug, oliver's cigar now placed somewhere within the kitchen.

"hi, oliver. how was your trip?"

"fine, other than ladies throwing themselves at me." he said, giving a chuckle.

a short silence was shared before he spoke up again.

"oh who am i kidding?! i fuckin' love it!" he laughed, taking his sunglasses off.

he looked jake up and down, taking in his appearance.

"didn't try too hard i see. maybe next time." oliver said, smirking at his already irritated brother.

jake shot a small glance at you, as if it was saying 'i thought you said this was good!?'

you rolled your eyes as oliver spoke up yet. again.

"alright! let's get this thing going. invite the boys over. y/n, got any friends?" he asked, winking at you.

"the last thing i need is you fucking my friends oliver, nice try though." you said, rolling your eyes.

"because you want it all for yourself? greedy girl."

"fuck off, oliver." you complained, walking away to text sam.

jake texted daniel and within 30 minutes both of the boys were over, greeting oliver.

"daniel boy! 's been forever! hasn'it?" he spoke, his phony british accent kicking into overdrive.

"not long enough…" you heard danny mutter under his breath before greeting oliver with a fake smile.

it was easy to say no one truly enjoyed oliver's presence. he was cocky, loud and annoying. he somehow had endless stories of how girls would basically beg him to fuck them. it got old rather quick.

you were all outside now, the sun had begun to set and jake just pulled out the chicken and beef he was going to cook.

you knew this event would follow far into the hours of the morning due to jake cooking so late, but you didn't mind. you liked staying up with the boys and talking about whatever came to your minds.

although you did enjoy these moments, this one might not have been your favorite due to the noisey man who was sitting next to you. one moment you were sitting drinking a beer at a table on jake's patio and the next oliver made himself comfortable in the seat next to you.

"hello, darling." he spoke straight into your ear.

"personal space. ever heard of it?" you asked in annoyance, scooting your chair away from his.

"playing hard to get. i like your games, sweetheart." he said, you didn't even have to look at him to hear the smirk on his face.

"it might be surprising to you, but not every female wants to suck your dick! crazy, right?!" you said in a faux surprised voice.

"mmm…don't think i don't see through your little attitude." he said, his hand now coming up to gently touch your face, making you look at him.

your breath got caught in your throat as he did so. his hand was so warm compared to the nights air nipping at the apples of your cheeks.

"i'll get to you. mark my words."

and with that, he took his cane and walked off to pester his brother at the grill.

it took you a while to comprehend what you felt. you'd always found oliver undeniably annoying. what had changed within the last couple hours? minutes, even.

you were in your own little bubble when jake popped up with a plate of food for you.

"here, tell me what you think."

it had small pieces of chicken and beef that had just gotten done cooking. you tried both, giving a 'mmm!' when you had tasted it.

"that's really good, jake!" you exclaimed, finishing the last piece on the plate.

"thank you, thank you," he laughed, giving a small bow.

"can you go get everyone from inside? it's time to eat."

you nodded, getting up as jake walked back to the grill.

you opened the sliding glass door, peaking your head in to see oliver, sam and danny conversing in the kitchen.

"c'mon guys! time to eat!"

everyone smiled, giving 'ooo!'s and 'finally!'s. after everyone grabbed their plate and what they wanted to eat, they took their places at the round shaped table.

you were across from jake with oliver next to you.

you were listening to danny talk about new drumsticks he got, he sounded rather excited about it. you felt bad when your attention was gripped away by oliver placing a hand on your thigh.

you gulped, darting your eyes around to see if anyone noticed, which they didn't. you placed your hand on top of his, trying to push it away.

when his grip only got tighter to your thigh, you gave in.

you didn't mind it, in all honesty, you were just scared jake would see.

oliver got more cocky as the night went on, knowing he had you wrapped around his fingers.

hours went by excruciatingly long, feeling like days. danny and sam had left about an hour or so ago, now it was just you, jake and oliver sitting at the table.

they were now fighting over some stupid childhood memories.

"i'll always come out on top jake! because guess what! i'm oliver fucking reed."

"your last name isn't even reed! it's kiszka! it just sounds dumb!" jake babbled. you couldn't deny that this was all too amusing to you. you'd giggle every now and then when jake would seem to get too heated.

"i even came out first!" oliver retorted, laughing at jake.

"5 minutes! 5! fucking! minutes!" jake yelled. you were surprised the entire neighborhood hadn't woken up.

"you will never live it down, jacob! haha!" oliver almost declared in celebration.

you started to shiver, realizing how cold it had gotten after 2:30.

you got up, going inside to grab a blanket.

"where are you going?" jake asked, stopping his sentence to see what you were doing.

"just going inside to get a blanket. it's cold." you informed jake.

jake sighed, getting out of his seat.

"it's okay, i'm going to bed anyways. it's late as fuck."

you nodded, hugging him goodnight.

"are you staying over?"

"yeah, i don't wanna drive home so late." you replied to jake.

"okay, y/n, you take the guest room. oliver, you take the couch." jake said, walking into the house.

you paid no attention to the man behind you, walking into the house. you mentally cursed at yourself realizing you had no pajamas to change into.

you walked into jake's room, seeing him looking for comfy clothes himself.

"i don't have pajamas." you looked down at your clothes while talking to jake.

"i figured, here."

he handed you some clothes, which you returned a 'thank you'.

you headed to the bathroom and quickly changed. the shirt was baggy on you but the pants fit well, seeing jake was close to the same waist size as you.

you walked down the hallway, going into the guest room. the bed was made nice and the room smelled like cedar wood. it smelled like jake, something you always found comforting.

you took the pants off as you didn't sleep with pants on, they always made you uncomfortable.

you tried to get comfortable in the bed, but it was no use. you turned and flipped in bed, yet, you felt wide awake. you couldn't help but think of oliver's actions just even 30 minutes ago. the way his hand felt warm against your thigh. how he would "accidentally" go too far up and ghost over your most hidden bits.

the way when no one was looking, he'd drink you in like his most expensive whiskey. even the way he simply said your name, followed with a 'darling'.

you threw the blankets off of you, not caring to put pants on. you knew for a fact jake was asleep and oliver seemed so drunk that he would pass out the second his head hit the couch.

as you opened the door, a wave of cigar smoke and jack daniels mixed with expensive cologne hit your nose. you almost yelled when you saw oliver standing there, his hand about to knock on the door.

"what the fuck are you doing here?!" you whisper yelled, not wanting to wake jake up.

"don't act like you couldn't sleep. what were you thinking of?" his voice was covered in something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

he was softly walking into the room, pushing you back into it.

you couldn't speak, scared your voice would betray you.

"cmon, pretty girl. tell me. what do you want?" his hand was now on your chin as he shut the door behind him.

"you." your voice barely croaked out.

never in a million years did you think you let oliver see you in a light like this. what magic spell did he cast upon you to make you need him more than ever?

you were supposed to find him annoying, excruciatingly hard to be around, redundant. yet, here you were finding yourself with your body wrapped around his.

"i think i've cracked the code. i just had to get in that pretty little mind of yours." he spoke, his words going straight to your core.

next thing you knew, you were falling back onto the bed. oliver looked rather good.

his button up shirt was undone just 2 or 3 buttons, just enough to see his chest shining through. his hair was framing his face perfectly and his newly shaven face wasn't something you were going to protest against.

he nudged his knee between your legs, spreading them for him. his knee brushed against your clothed clit, earning the smallest whine out of you.

you didn't know what it was. maybe the buzz from the beers, maybe because it was a full moon, maybe even the air around you. you just couldn't get enough of him.

his hands traveled down your stomach, softly lifting your shirt up, placing a hand on your breast. he massaged one while he kissed the other, softly sucking purple and red marks into it.

he took one nipple into his mouth, softly rubbing his thumb over the other one.

"oliver, please-"

"shush, no need to rush, now do we darlin'?" he interrupted you.

he sat up, letting his hands fall down to the band of your underwear. he dipped his thumbs in, pulling them to your legs, which you then kicked off.

his breath hitched, seeing your cunt in all its glory.

"ravishing." was all he said before diving into it.

you let out a rather loud whine, pushing up into his face. which was greeted by none other than a small smack to your thigh.

"better be quiet, wouldn't want our jakey to hear you. especially with me." he smirked, going back into your cunt.

a hand went into his unruly hair, messing it up all the more further. you pushed up against his face, letting him have whatever he could ever want or need.

he took your thighs, digging his fingernails into them. you bit your lip, trying your best to quiet yourself. never would you have expected him to be so fucking good with let alone his tongue.

sure, he's told many stories where he's gloated about having multiple other women cum within seconds. yet, you never believed them to be true.

the room was filled with many sinful sounds such as oliver's wet noises from going down on you and your stifled cries.

"fuck oliver- i need- oh my god!" you whisper cried, arching your back off the bed.

"let it go, love." he said, coo-ing you into an orgasm.

your body shook and jerked as oliver slowed down, gently pulling you down from your high.

he pulled away, licking his lips of the orgasm that had made a mess on his face.

you were blushing beyond belief. your head was dizzy, your skin was probably burning to the touch and you just needed more.

"so pretty. so fuckin' pretty." he growled as he unbuckled his belt. the clinging of the metal of his belt was enough to turn you on even more.

knowing what was to come made you feel like a wild animal.

the look in his eyes as he pushed away his boxers and pants could've made you cum untouched.

it was pure lust. all for you.

the second your eyes laid on his cock, you couldn't wait. your mouth watered and your cunt clenched around nothing. you didn't notice how long you'd been staring until oliver spoke up.

"now, are you going to keep staring or do i get the honor of fucking you dumb?" his voice was dark, it sounded like your favorite song.

"i need you." was all you muttered out before oliver climbed atop of you once again. this time, he slid his cock through your folds, allowing it to circle around your clit.

you jerked your body towards him, simply needing to be filled.

"never expected you to be so fuckin' dirty. innocent little y/n." he smirked.

"never have i been innocent, oliver. i just didn't thirst over your cock every chance i got." you barked at him.

"then should i not give it to you darling? should i let you lay here in your own wetness, wishing i'd fuck you dumb? hm? would you like that?"

your mind went blank as the words fell out of his mouth. that was the last thing you'd need.

after not being able to answer, he chuckled.

"that's what i thought," he smirked, pushing his cock into you.

you gasped, biting into his clothed shoulder. you took it upon yourself to unbutton his shirt, throwing it off. he was so warm, he was just what you needed.

when his shirt came off, he started to fuck into you. he was hitting spots no other man had ever hit.

"oh fuck!" you tried to be quiet, but it came out a little louder than you'd like.

oliver covered your mouth, giving you a look, saying such as 'shut the fuck up'.

you bit into his finger, breathing hard through your nose.

he groaned above you as you squeezed around him.

"best pussy- i've ever fucking- felt…" he said through breaths.

you ground down your hips onto oliver's cock. you were both so close to snapping, so close to experiencing the oh so beloved feeling.

"give it up, don't hold back." he ordered, feeling close himself.

you took a hand and drew small circles onto your clit. it was just enough to send you spiraling into a god forsaken euphoria.

oliver himself was experiencing his own bliss. his head had fell forward, mouth hung slack, hair falling down into his face as he allowed his cum to make a mess within your walls.

when you came back down from your pleasurable journey, you let go of oliver's finger. you almost felt bad for the possible bruising that would happen to it later.

"holy shit." was all he said as he pulled out, laying next to you.

"i need a fuckin' drink after that.." oliver laughed.

you rolled your eyes.

"i think you'd have a drink anyway." you laughed back.

you pulled your shirt down, covering yourself up with your blankets. oliver didn't care to move.

you both fell into a sleep after that, not caring what consequences were to come.

waking up the next morning, oliver wasn't at your side as he was the night before. you put the pants jake had gave you and walked into the kitchen.

you saw jake and oliver bickering once again. you couldn't tell what they were fighting over, most likely something brought up from a childhood story or maybe who does better at a certain subject.

"good morning, y/n. sleep well?" jake asked as he handed you a cup of coffee. you said thank you as jake stopped in his tracks.

"what's that?" jake said, pointing to oliver's neck, furrowing his eyebrows.

"went out last night and had a good time. unlike you, jacob. going to bed so early."

"it was 2:30am! what the fuck do you mean?!" jake yelled.

you took a deep breath, knowing you were safe from jake knowing this secret you planned on taking to the grave with you.

oliver soon left, but not before sneakily handing you his number.

the note read 'if you ever need any help ;)"

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taglist: @jakes-eyebrows

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[wildbluesorbit]

JOSHOOWA MIKELLE DOING AN OLIVER REED IMPRESSION WAS NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING TO HEAR TONIGHT !!🚨🚨😵‍💫🫠

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[jmkho]

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[st4rdust-ch0rds]

boutta chew my hand off

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[indigostreaking]

Not me watching this edit for the 5 millionth time…

#he’s just so daddy #oliver fucking reed

[wildbluesorbit]

I need the boys to be interviewed on hot ones… but in their masterclass personas.

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[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

Legitimately in love with with him

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[jmkho]

Introducing Oliver Fucking Reed! Punch him in the stomach to make yell!!!

#gvf #greta van fleet #greta van art #oliver fucking reed #jake gvf #jake kiszka #doodles #here he is #i am so fucking in need of this damn thing i stg lmao #I NEED HIM