Shattered Heart At 8:18 Am, Perfect Way To Start The Day.

BOMBOCLAAT

im in shambles

Pairings: Oliver Quick x fem!reader

Summary: you go to a party and get drunk, Oliver picks you up and takes you home but refuses to have sex with you whilst you’re drunk so you get upset, he calms you down and makes a promise for when you are sober

CW: SFW, drinking, dirty talk (barely)

WC: 1.2k

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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purple and green strobes light up the dimly lit basement, people mesh together in a blurred blob of grey. the party is in full swing, music loud and sweaty bodies grinding and dancing on each other. i was off my head. completely drunk. after downing many shots, winning multiple rounds of beer pong and successfully out drinking my friends i could barely see straight. my best friend Kai slings an arm around my shoulder from where i’m sitting in the corner of the room, her dark skin beautifully contrasting my own pale complexion.

‘you enjoying the party babe?’ she shouts over the music, giving me a squeeze.

‘most fun i’ve had in weeks,’ i yell back, my words slurring together.

Kai and her boyfriend Felix had organised the party, a final farewell gig after we had finished exams. Kai had been begging me for weeks to come out partying with her but i had declined each time opting to stay home with my boyfriend Oliver.

‘where’s Fifi?’ i question, using our silly nickname for her boyfriend.

‘probably somewhere with Farleigh and Venetia,’ she replies, taking a sip of her brightly coloured drink.

as the words leave her lips Felix can be seen making his way through the sea of sweaty bodies toward Kai and i. when he is beside Kai he ducks down and gives her a chaste kiss on the lips, slipping his hand down her back and onto her ass in the process.

‘ey,’ she warns, breaking the kiss, ‘behave.’

‘i am,’ he smirks, dipping his head back down and kissing her once more.

‘i’m here Fifi. stop stealing my girl,’ i stand and almost fall but he grabs my elbow and steadies me.

‘don’t call me Fifi,’ he warns, moving his hand from my elbow when i am standing on my own, ‘are you okay y/n? you look… rough.’

i scoff, ‘yes Fifi, i’m,’ i hiccup, ‘great.’

‘right,’ he stretches out the ‘i’ and rolls his eyes.

‘i am,’ i turn to Kai, ‘tell him Kai.’

‘babe you are off your head. have some water.’

‘i’m fine,’ i assure the both of them but i soon need to sit down as the room begins to spin.

i get huddled up in the seat and my eyes begin to shut. before they close i see Felix pull his phone out of his pocket but i think nothing of it.

what feels like two seconds later i am being shaken awake, the music has now stopped and the room is still lowly lit. Oliver stands in front of me. my Oliver. his blue eyes filled with worry, brown hair a mess, he’s wearing a suit. he looks delicious.

‘y/n, baby, are you okay?’ he asks, panic sounding in his voice.

‘Oliver, you’re here,’ i smile but it soon fades, ‘why are you here?’

‘dinner finished early, Felix texted me. you passed out my love,’ panic is still evident in his tone but it has lessened significantly.

‘i missed you,’ i shoot forward and crush him in a hug.

‘i missed you too,’ he stumbles a little when i collide into him but he steadies himself quickly, ‘lets go home baby.’

i nod my head and he picks me up, manoeuvring me so i’m situated comfortably, and carries me to his car.

when we get home it’s as if all the alcohol i had consumed during the party had come back into my system for a round two. my head was spinning and i was stumbling when i walked with Oliver to the front door.

‘go to bed baby, i’ll be there in a minute,’ he takes my shoes off of my feet, kisses my head and leaves me to go into the kitchen.

i don’t listen to him however, opting instead to pulling the pink dress off of my body, my bra and thong following it quickly. i make my way towards the kitchen when Oliver is stood in front of the open fridge.

‘Oliver,’ i call out his name, ‘can you help me please?’

‘yeah baby what’s up?’ he turns to me, his eyes immediately widening when he sees the lack of clothing on my body.

‘i need you Oliver,’ i continue walking towards him.

‘baby we can’t, you’ve been drinking,’ he averts his gaze from my breasts and looks into my eyes.

‘please Oliver. touch me,’ i can feel my stomach swirling with need, ‘you look so good in your suit. i want you to do things to me.’

when i reach him he has side stepped away from the fridge and shut it.

‘i’m craving you Oliver. i need you to fuck me,’ i all but beg, placing my hand on his shoulder.

‘go to bed y/n,’ he brushes me off, not even looking at me.

i feel my stomach drop. he doesn’t want me. my eyes get glassy and i turn from him, hugging my arms around my body. i go up to our bedroom and crawl into bed. i silently cry til i hear him open the door, i pretend to be asleep. he moves over to the dresser drawers across from the bed and begins taking off his suit, neatly folding them and putting them on top of the dresser no doubt to put them in the washing machine tomorrow. he comes over to my side of the bed and i flinch when she gives me a kiss on the forehead.

‘you’re still awake?’ he crouches in front of me, boxers are the only thing he wears.

i don’t open my eyes, still faking sleep.

‘baby,’ he murmurs, dragging a finger down my cheek, ‘i know you’re awake.’

i open my eyes and look at him, the only light coming from the lamp beside him. he studies my face and gives me a light frown.

‘you’ve been crying,’ he sounds disappointed.

at his tone a few more tears escape my eyes, his lips part and he wipes the tears away with the pad of his thumb.

‘why are you crying baby?’

‘you don’t want me,’ i choke out, closing my eyes and moving my head away from his hand.

‘i do want you, i want you so bad my love,’ he assures, ‘it just doesn’t feel right having sex with you when you’re drunk. that’s all. do you understand?’ i open my eyes as his hand cups my jaw to tilt my head up so i am looking at him.

i nod my head, the alcohol still fogging my thoughts. he gives me a slow kiss on the lips and releases my jaw from his hand, moving to his side of the bed and sliding in. he grabs me and pulls my body into his own. i curl up to him and he presses a kiss to the top of my head.

‘i love you y/n,’ he whispers into my hair, his hands fiddling with the ends.

‘i love you too Oliver,’ i reply, my eyes suddenly feeling heavy.

‘i’ll tell you what,’ he pulls away from my head and i look up at him, ‘as soon as you’re fully sober, we can do every dirty little thought in that pretty head of yours.’

i don’t respond to him, instead pulling him into a kiss.

i love Oliver Quick.

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ofc i had to include @lovandr as Felix’s girlfriend 🙏🙏

luigi is MY MAN

thats the poll. please reblog

Hello! How have you been? How has your fic writing been going so far?

hiiiii love!!

i’ve been good! fic writing is going great!

its hard sometimes but super rewarding when i write something i like. i’ve recently been thinking of writing a multi part Saltburn fic!! im so excited

olivia benson in season 1 (1999)

FR LIKE… NOOOOO WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

i want nothing more than tl say i didn’t have a least favourite Saltburn character.. but unfortunately i do.

MICHAEL FUCKING GAVEY

now before yall michael lovers come at me my reasoning is HOW HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO DEFILE THAT CRUNCHY IN SUCH AN ABHORRENT WAY!

HOW DARE HE!

apart from that i got no beef w him.

I ALMOST DID POOKIE

Naaaah because my boy Ollie is a complete freak! That dude would be clingy and rough AF and I'm here for it. Please please! 🥺

Warning! MDNI18+ some filthy ass shit. and terrible writing please read at your own risk.

smut under the cut 💋

i have been deathly absent for a while but i am here to say… yes. yes the fuck he would be a freak because have you SEEN him. he is a dangerous individual.

i feel like he would have a lot if repressed desires that he would keep from you. he wouldn’t even tell Felix about them, because when has he ever told anyone the truth??

he debated a few times whether or not he should tell you the depraved things he wanted from the two of you’s sex life, but every time he got close he backed out because he didn’t want to weird you out or worse, scare you away.

I feel like he would totally be into some predator x prey dynamic type stuff. he isn’t sure why he’s into it, maybe its the thrill if chasing you through the Maze or giving you 30 seconds to find a hiding space in Saltburn Estate, and spending a dreadful amount of time “trying” to find you, despite knowing exactly where you are every time. he knows you, knows your mind. of course he does, he spent months, possibly years (depending on how long you managed to evade his addictive personality) dissecting that pretty little brain of yours so that he knew every thought process, every detail. he is obsessed with you and that definitely transfers into the way he fucks you.

he’s slow at first. its a mind game, he wants you to beg for him and he knows that by the end of the night you will, regardless of how defiant you may be. I feel like because of this, he may also be into CNC. obviously you two would consent to it and make a list of rules and things that were okay and not okay. he would abide by all of these rules, because again, he respects your boundaries and doesn’t want you to leave him. he would fuck you nice and slow until your fussy and whining for him to go faster, to fuck you harder.

“What was that little lamb? speak up for me.” he would whisper sweetly into your ear, thrusting hard just once into you, watching the way your eyes toll back into your head. “I need it Ollie.” you whine, tears falling from your eyes in frustration.

“Need what love? Do i look like a mind reader? tell me what you want and you can have it.” he slowly begins to rub your clit in gentle and agonising circles. “I want you to fuck me.” you were breathless and almost delerious with pleasure.

“Want?” “ Oh honey, I thought you needed it? What, you dont need me anymore, hmm? don’t need to feel my love for you? don’t need to feel me break you?” he ask, his once languid thrust coming to a halt. You whine without restraint, cursing him with your teeth clenched dur to the sudden lack if pleasure.

“Tell me you crave me. Tell me you need me, how you can’t breathe without me, how im everything you need. Tell me.” he says, his lips against your ear, his hand round your throat grip tightened, causing your breathing to strain.

“I need you! Please i need to feel you. only you can fuck me this good, please Ollie. make me feel better, i need you to make me feel better…please.” the last please was a desperate whine, so pathetic Ollie had to throw his head back to avoid your soft and innocent gaze. you trailed you hand up to his neck to pull him closer to you, your gaze so piercing and unavoidable that he almost came, his thick cock unmoving in your tight cunt.

“Please Sir.”

oh that one did it. His pace was instantly bruising, so violent that if you didn’t know the extent of his love, you might have thought he wanted you dead. you almost didn’t recognise him. he was like a wild animal, his only aim to fuck you into oblivion.

he mumbled a mix of incoherent praise and degrading comments as your throat became hoarse from your scream like moans. the crying for him to slow down only spurred him on, causing him to shove his fingers in you mouth to dampen your onslaught of noises.

he fuck you dangerously for what could have been hours. you lost count of how many times you came around him. your body felling fuzzy and limp. seeing you so braindead for him had him unleashing what quite easily could have been his 7th load of the night. he watched as a dumb, lopsided grin etched its way into your lips as you felt the warmth of his cum flood your cunt once more.

“look at you so pretty for me, my pretty little lamb.”

well… im back.. i think..

I...I just wanna wake up next to the f/o and cuddle them as the sun slowly rises. As we give each other sleepy kisses and tell each other about our dreams. Is that too much to ask for?

He was a sad one, that you could admit but he wasn’t bad. You liked hanging around Oliver and occasionally Michael who had only tolerated your presence if for but the fact that you always gave him a crunchie bar whenever you two studied together. Oliver was the better option, someone you could sit in complete silence with and have small conversations about random nerdy shit that you couldn’t talk about with Felix. The boy would listen, sure but he got bored easily and soon enough the conversations about Doctor Who or The Hobbit were switched to small moans, slick sounds and gagging or fuzzy memories clouded by the essence of the weed you would pass back and forth to each other. 

But lately you couldn’t find yourself comfortable anywhere execpt with those two boys and even then something was off. You didn’t know what it was but one night you couldn’t take it anymore and knocked on Felix’s dorm room door. 

“Hey,” he says confused and slightly concerned. His hands cup your cheeks, his dark eyes registering the fear that clouds your face. “What's wrong?”

You only look behind your shoulder and clutch your blanket and pillow tighter to your chest. “Can I stay the night? Please.” He only opens the door wider, inviting you in and checking behind you as well, making sure that no one was waiting in the dark. 

And like with all things with Felix, it got out of hand.

Your legs are thrown over his shoulders and your sweat slicked hands brace themselves against his hard chest as he pounds into you. The sound of your slick against his cock, an echoing sound that joins your muffled moans under his hand to make sure that his entire floor doesn’t come banging on his door in the middle of the night. His breath is hot against your ear and small strands of his dark hair tickle your nose. Words are muffled, his dirty talk only white sound as you lose yourself to the pleasure. 

Your head falls to the side and your eyes are now looking out the window. And despite your fuzzy vision in the start, it soon tunnels onto one thing: a pair of bright blue eyes staring right into your own.

and my god did he use it well

WHAT DID I TELL YALLLLL

HE-

I want to sniff his hair