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with those tree lookin ass arms he would knock some one out. but my god would he love it
Rip Felix Catton
He would have loved the Harlem Shake.
COME FORTH BRETHREN… if u want
Really do need more people that I can scream about Saltburn and Jacob elordi with.
HE IS SOOOOO
no guillotine can take away the head im about to give this man. and excuse me, the fucking height difference im so feral
FUCH YEAHHHHHH
ok ok i’m giving in, i’m writing felix and oliver oneshots (be prepared they will be dark) reading so much felix and oli smut it’s all my mind and think about…
he would deffo have fruity ass flavour as well
Modern day Felix would vape :3
tummy hurts so bad rn
may you have a very tummy less hurty 2024
me rn.
me looking in the mirror, gripping the sink: you’ll be okay eventually you silly little bitch
PLEAASEEEE! interaction is soooo important!!
that’s it. im dead. he has killed me.
what the actual fuck.
dw pookie there’s more oliver smut on the way !!!
Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader
Warning: 18+ MDNI, jealous!Ollie, choking, my terrible grammar 😚
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now we all know that oliver is an obsessive lover. that much is clear. he wants to be with you hell he needs it. it feels like part of him is missing when you’re gone. he can’t stop himself from touching you the minute you walk through his dorm room door. the second you enter the threshold his hands are on you, fingers stroking your cheeks, lips on yours. he just cannot get enough.
if he could crawl inside your ribcage and live by your heart forever he’d do it in a heartbeat. having his thick cock burried deep inside you is the next best thing to him. fucking you raw and deep is intimate in way nothing else is. there’s just something so raw and personal about him being the only person who gets to see you splayed out on his bed, your hands tangled in his hair, your soft eyes looking into the icy blue of his own, all while his cock lays embedded within you.
much like felix, he doesn’t like to share what’s his. he won’t. he likes having you all to himself. and he likes being yours. this causes him to get a little (a lot) jealous when he sees you with other guys. if michael looks at you too long he makes sure to protectively place his hand on your thigh, squeezing ever so gently to let his ‘friend’ know that you’re off limits. does oliver see michael as competition? of course not! but he does know how badly michael wanted to be where he is now, his cock in your tight pussy, ravaging you like it was his birthright. of course he knew that’s how michael felt, because thats how he felt during those first few weeks of university after seeing you for the first time. he felt like a horny high schooler with a crush way out of his league (in his opinion). when you said his named for the first time he could have came in his jeans then and there, you were just so beautiful. so, so beautiful. now you were all his.
i wouldn’t put it past him to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you when you get back to the dorms. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, god he trusts you with his life. he doesn’t trust everyone else. maybe he’s a little insecure but all that goes out the window when he’s driving himself into you, his hand grasping your throat- not hard enough to bruise but firm enough to get the message across- he cock so hard and thick that it feels like he may break you.
he moves his hand up to your cheek lightly tapping to get your attention watching the way your glassy eyes focus on him and only him. good.
“who do you belong to, hmm?” he asks, his thrusts never faltering, his cock so deep inside you, you were sure you could feel it in your stomach. “you” it was barely above a whisper, tears of pure ecstasy flowing down your soft cheeks. he needed to hear it, he needed to feel it. he ceases his thrusts immediately, smiling devilishly at the whine that escapes your kiss bitten lips. “who do you belong to, sweetheart? don’t make me ask again.” his hand is back round your throat, a tighter grip this time. you can barely breathe but it brings you so close to the edge. “You! Oliver. Im yours all yours.” it comes out almost like a prayer, an act of pure devotion and love. it was true. you didn’t want or need anyone else when you had such a beautiful man to wreck you and put you back together again every time. he gives you a smile of satisfaction, it’s almost condescending, but by god does it stir your stomach.
“there’s my good girl.”
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this is literally everything OMG OMG!!!
Felix Catton NSFW Alphabet
TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Felix is RIDICULOUSLY attentive when it comes to aftercare. He dotes on you. He runs you a warm bath, grabs a cool towel to wipe you down, kissing you all over your face, saying how perfect you were. And when you get in the bath, he'll just sit there, smiling at you all sweet.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite body part of yours is your thighs, because he loves imagining them wrapped around his waist while he fucks you, or thrown over his shoulders. On himself, he loves his abs because he knows you love them, running your hands along them, etc.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Felix lowkey loves cumming on your tits and your face. He loves seeing you like that, all fucked out, covered in his cum, looking up at him, because it's in those moments that he knows you belong to him and only him.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
When the two of you became friends and he developed a thing for you, he specifically went looking for dirty magazines that had girls who looked like you and would get himself off to the thought of you constantly.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He's got a fair bit of experience as far as sex goes, but sex with emotion is slightly new territory for him.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He loves having you on top. Loves how you struggle to take him with how big he is, how small you look, how he has to help you by grabbing your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He's a goofball when the two of you get comfortable with each other. Giggling together about the most ridiculous things as the two of you are fucking, only for the laughs to turn into moans.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Carpet darker than the drapes, shaved/well-trimmed. He takes pride in his appearance everywhere.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Loves eye contact, talking during sex, telling you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how good you're taking him, how you're his perfect little baby girl.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He loves jacking off in front of you, having you talk him through it, telling him what to do, before you open your mouth and stick your tongue out for him to cum on it.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He loves it when you tug on his hair. Doesn't mind a bit of choking, giving or receiving. Daddy kink.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His childhood bedroom. The idea of almost getting caught by his parents drives him wild.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Seeing your hair tied up, your hands, when you smile at him, when you whisper in his ear.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He doesn't want to be blindfolded. He likes being able to look at you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He prefers giving and he's so good at it. He loves having your thighs shaking, you squirming away from him, overstimulated and fucked out as he pulls you back in, chasing your pussy with his tongue.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and sensual. He likes taking his time with you, kissing every inch of you, holding your body tight against his.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn't love quickies, but if that's all there's time for, he's game.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's surprisingly open to trying new things, often suggesting stuff that you've never even heard of.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He's able to hold out for a long time and make a round last a good while, but he can easily go 2-3 rounds in one night. And he'll always make sure you come before he does.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn't really have any toys for himself, but he loves the idea of using them on you. Teasing you with a dildo or a vibe, watching you writhing against the bed, begging for his cock.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He enjoys teasing but he's also an absolute sucker for you, so he'll always give in when you start with the begging.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's pretty loud. Moaning, grunting as he thrusts into you, growling against your ear as he says how tight you are, how fucking good you're making him feel.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Loves the idea of you handcuffing him to the bed and edging him.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Above average length and girth, he's hung like a fucking horse.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Very high sex drive, almost always ready to fuck.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Falls asleep pretty fast, crushes you against his chest, holding you tight, burying his face in your shoulder. And he's always hard by the time you wake up, grinding himself against you.
please do!! yall are cool i just suck at reaching out to people
if anyone wants to be moots lmk (๑>◡<๑)
Hey, reblog this if you’re ok with mutuals messaging you and stuff!
Asking for my sanity :]
Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader
Warning: 18+ MDNI, jealous!Ollie, choking, my terrible grammar 😚
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now we all know that oliver is an obsessive lover. that much is clear. he wants to be with you hell he needs it. it feels like part of him is missing when you’re gone. he can’t stop himself from touching you the minute you walk through his dorm room door. the second you enter the threshold his hands are on you, fingers stroking your cheeks, lips on yours. he just cannot get enough.
if he could crawl inside your ribcage and live by your heart forever he’d do it in a heartbeat. having his thick cock burried deep inside you is the next best thing to him. fucking you raw and deep is intimate in way nothing else is. there’s just something so raw and personal about him being the only person who gets to see you splayed out on his bed, your hands tangled in his hair, your soft eyes looking into the icy blue of his own, all while his cock lays embedded within you.
much like felix, he doesn’t like to share what’s his. he won’t. he likes having you all to himself. and he likes being yours. this causes him to get a little (a lot) jealous when he sees you with other guys. if michael looks at you too long he makes sure to protectively place his hand on your thigh, squeezing ever so gently to let his ‘friend’ know that you’re off limits. does oliver see michael as competition? of course not! but he does know how badly michael wanted to be where he is now, his cock in your tight pussy, ravaging you like it was his birthright. of course he knew that’s how michael felt, because thats how he felt during those first few weeks of university after seeing you for the first time. he felt like a horny high schooler with a crush way out of his league (in his opinion). when you said his named for the first time he could have came in his jeans then and there, you were just so beautiful. so, so beautiful. now you were all his.
i wouldn’t put it past him to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you when you get back to the dorms. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, god he trusts you with his life. he doesn’t trust everyone else. maybe he’s a little insecure but all that goes out the window when he’s driving himself into you, his hand grasping your throat- not hard enough to bruise but firm enough to get the message across- he cock so hard and thick that it feels like he may break you.
he moves his hand up to your cheek lightly tapping to get your attention watching the way your glassy eyes focus on him and only him. good.
“who do you belong to, hmm?” he asks, his thrusts never faltering, his cock so deep inside you, you were sure you could feel it in your stomach. “you” it was barely above a whisper, tears of pure ecstasy flowing down your soft cheeks. he needed to hear it, he needed to feel it. he ceases his thrusts immediately, smiling devilishly at the whine that escapes your kiss bitten lips. “who do you belong to, sweetheart? don’t make me ask again.” his hand is back round your throat, a tighter grip this time. you can barely breathe but it brings you so close to the edge. “You! Oliver. Im yours all yours.” it comes out almost like a prayer, an act of pure devotion and love. it was true. you didn’t want or need anyone else when you had such a beautiful man to wreck you and put you back together again every time. he gives you a smile of satisfaction, it’s almost condescending, but by god does it stir your stomach.
“there’s my good girl.”
taglist 💌: @sydneyyymayyy
I NEED HIM
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 😚😚
didn’t we all
I loved him. I loved him. I loved him. By God, I loved him. SALTBURN (2023)
felix catton x fem!reader
nsfw 18+ MDNI
hear me out…
im convinced felix eats pussy like it’s a paying job (not that he needs one but you get my point). he gets so invested in your taste and how you feel against his tongue. he has his head buried deep between your thighs, tongue lapping at your sweet cunt so very slowly, while his head rests dreamily against your thigh. he looks up at you, so lovestruck, taking you in like you’re an expensive delicacy. the soft rays of the fresh, morning sun peaking through the curtains, illuminating the curves and contours of his broad shoulders as the muscles tense and relax as he devotes everything that he is to your pleasure.
or he’ll sit you down on his face, the thick, soft plush of your thighs caging him beneath you as you ride his face, clit bumping his nose every few seconds, the pleasure almost too much. if you so much as look down at him through those beautiful eyes of yours, just know that he will moan a quiet “fuck” into the warmth of your cunt, just because of the eye contact. there’s something so intense and intimate about eye contact while he pleases you that spurs him on and makes him all the more eager to make you cum. if you’re worried about hurting him because you’re “too heavy”, best throw that idea out the window because best believe he’s pulling you down so he can feel your whole body weight on him. he feels closest to you this way, he wants to feel you and no silly little insecurities will stop him from doing so.
or maybe he has you bent over the bathroom sink, your back arched, his hand trailing down the dip in your spine. his faced snugly nestled between your ass cheeks, tongue working overtime to make sure you are quivering above him, thighs shaking with pleasure. his hands spreading you apart, your full, dripping pussy on show for him and that is enough to make him ravenous.
he’s so utterly enthralled by you, so deeply and irrevocably in love (dare i say obsessed ) with you that he can’t help himself. he has to taste you. if there’s ever a day that he refuses to nip and suck at your pussy just know that the universe is out of balance because there’s nothing he loves more. hell he could (and definitely has) cum in his pants like a desperate teenager all just from tasting your cum on his lips as he curls his tongue inside you, his sweet, sweet girl. you’re like a drug to him, and to say he’s addicted is an understatement. he craves you all hours of the day, every day of the week. he (if it’s possible) will go down on you before fucking you and after, the way you moan out in overstimulation like music to his ears, a song so beautiful he can’t get enough. he just loves eating you pussy and he’ll be damned if he ever passes up the opportunity to taste you. because “eating your sweet pussy is like breathing.” and he can’t live without it.
that is all.
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 🙏🙏
YALL I-
Pairings: Oliver Quick X !fem reader
Summary: Oliver is invited to Saltburn by your twin brother Felix and after the first dinner things get a little heated.
CW: SFW!! kissing, bad language, mention of sexual content (not much)
WC: 2.1k
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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being a Catton had many advantages, a never ending list of friends, money, a level of smartness that seemed to be genetic, and sex. lots of sex. my brother, Felix, knows this too well. Felix Catton, my twin brother, is, for a use of better words, a whore. a new girl on his arm every single night. although recently there has been less women and more of a certain man. a very handsome man. Oliver Quick is his name, i had been told by my friend, and one of Felix’s little fuck buddy’s, Veronica. Oliver Quick is a beautiful man, not the type that Felix would usually hang out with. Oliver Quick is a nerd, a man who always has his head in a textbook, a man with glasses, a man who hangs out with Michael Gavey for fucks sake. he is beautiful, a loony, but beautiful nonetheless. when Felix had told me Oliver would accompany us back to Saltburn for the summer with our cousin Farleigh Start, i had almost choked on the very air i was breathing. this information became known to me three months after i had first seen Felix and Oliver together in the pub with Felix’s group of dimwit friends. poor Oliver is going to be eaten alive, Saltburn is going to eat him alive.
two months later.
Saltburn never ceases to amaze me, it’s the home i’ve lived in all my life and yet every time i’m here it feels like the first time. i’m sitting by the pond when Felix comes behind me and scares me. i scream and hit him in the chest when he crouches to my level.
‘Ollie is looking around. when he gets here be nice,’ he warns me with a straight face.
‘i’m always nice. it’s mum you have to worry about,’ i roll my eyes, ‘let’s not forget Venetia too, she’s been anticipating his arrival after your little description of the poor boy.’
Felix sits beside me, ‘i’ve told Venetia, no more Eddie situations. i do not want to lose another friend,’ he sighs.
‘if you do, you’ve still got me,’ i nudge his side with my shoulder, ‘you know, twin sister, built in best friend.’
he chuckles and puts an arm around my shoulders. the both of us stare at the pond until we hear a voice.
‘Felix? Felix, where are you?’ Oliver.
‘over here mate,’ Felix shouts over his shoulder, Oliver soon appears from the side of the house and he sits with Felix and i.
‘this house is,’ there is a pause, ‘beautiful’ Oliver lets out a sigh.
my lip quirks up, ‘Felix given you the tour yet?’
‘yeah. when i first got here,’ his Scouse accent is strong, a stark contrast to Felix and i’s.
‘you meet Venetia or mum and dad yet?’ i question.
Felix flicks my ear, a scowl on his face, ‘leave him alone. enough of the questions.’
i roll my eyes and shut my mouth.
‘no i haven’t. Felix told me to watch out for Venetia,’ Oliver speaks up after a moment of silence, ‘said she has been parading herself round all morning in hopes of finding me, whatever that means.’
‘it means she wants to fuck you, Ollie,’ Felix grits out harshly.
i hit him in his side and he lets out a huff, moving his arm from around my shoulder and to where i hit him. Oliver laughs at the two of us and the sound makes me smile a little myself.
‘Sir Felix, Madam y/n,’ Duncan speaks up from behind the three of us, making Oliver jolt, ‘your mother has requested that the three of you get ready for dinner.’
‘no problem Duncan we will go now,’ Felix waves off our butler and stands.
he lifts a hand in my direction and i grab it for him to pull me up. he does so and the same is done for Oliver. we all part ways once back in the house and go to our respective rooms. i decide on a blue dress for dinner, an elegant dress. it hugs my curves and finishes just above my knee, its off the shoulder and used to be my mothers. she had given it to me as a birthday present. she knew id always dreamed of owning a dress like this. i look at myself in the body length mirror and spray a little perfume on my neck. a knock has me looking from my reflection to the oak door of my bedroom. i make my way over and open up to see Oliver on the other side, looking sheepish.
‘uh, Felix left me in my room to get changed and he, uh, left. i don’t know where the dining room is,’ he averts his gaze to the floor.
‘it’s okay, i get lost sometimes and i’ve lived here my whole life. i’ll take you to the dining room,’ i smile and link my arm with his, closing my bedroom door behind me.
we are in the dining room a moment later, everyone already there. including mums friend Pamela. Oliver and i take a seat and i give a smile to my mother. she returns it and begins to speak.
‘welcome to Saltburn Oliver, we hope everything is to your liking. my name is Elspeth, this is my friend Pamela,’ she points a hand in her direction, ‘that is my husband Sir James,’ and dads, ‘and this is Venetia,’ she finally points toward my younger sister, ‘i assume you have been acquainted with y/n and Farleigh.’
‘yes Mrs Catton, Farleigh and i had a few classes together, and y/n and i have briefly met,’ he looks at me and interlinks our fingers under the table, ‘it is lovely to meet everyone else,’ he smiles.
‘oh please, do call me Elspeth,’ mum states, ‘Felix has told us so much about you, how are your parents?’
the conversation picks up with Oliver being the centre of it. we all eat, Oliver’s finger still entwined with my own under the table. the night finishes when mum has successfully fried all the information out of Oliver about his personal life. parents, siblings, education, friends, favourite colour, heck she knows it all. we are all excused from the table when it has been cleared and Oliver and i’s fingers finally break apart.
‘can i talk to you for a moment,’ i feel a hand on my own as i’m leaving the dining room, i turn and see Oliver, ‘alone.’
‘sure, yeah. is everything okay?’ i question as we make our way to my room.
he says nothing, he just continues to walk with me, his hand in my own. we make it to my room moments later and i let him inside, our hands detach.
‘you’re very beautiful y/n,’ Oliver says as i close my bedroom door.
a blush spreads across my cheeks, ‘thank you Oliver.’
he comes closer to me and my breath catches in my throat. i have had a little tiny crush on Oliver ever since my brother first started hanging out with him 5 months ago. Oliver is handsome, brown hair and big blue eyes that are the perfect colour as to not look too bright or too dull. his hand comes up to stroke my cheek and i lean into it.
he hums, ‘Felix doesn’t shut up about you, you know that?’ he tilts my head so i am looking up into his eyes.
i don’t get the chance to open my mouth before he is speaking again, ‘you’re an easy person to like y/n, i know everything about you because of Felix,’ his thumb rests on my bottom lip, ‘i know your favourite colour is pink, i know you didn’t talk til you were 4 years old, i know you have never let anyone touch you the way i’m touching you now,’ his voice is suddenly deeper.
my lips part and a breath of air is let out. my cheeks becoming even more hot the longer Oliver goes on.
‘you’re beautiful y/n, i mean that. you’re drop dead gorgeous, such a pretty face,’ his thumb tips back so it is half way in my mouth, my tongue is laid flat against the bottom of my mouth, cautious of not touching the pad of Oliver’s thumb.
Oliver’s eyes trail down my face, stopping at my mouth, ‘do you think Felix would understand if i were to kiss you?’ he questions, his accent getting thicker with each word.
his thumb moves from my mouth and there is an icy hot sensation left where he once had it, my lips still agape.
‘i don’t think he would,’ i finally speak up, my voice scratchy, ‘not if he doesn’t find out.’
Oliver’s lips quirk up into a smirk, ‘sneaky y/n, what if i were to fuck you?’ the breath i was taking in gets caught in my throat and i let out a strangled sound, ‘would you still keep that from him?’
i nod. all sensible thoughts seem faraway at this moment and i need Oliver.
he leans close, so that his lips are mere millimetres away from my own, ‘you’re beautiful y/n, the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen,’ his arms snake around my waist, hands stopping just above my ass.
i lean up to connect our lips, my head is spinning, warmness pooling in the bottom of my stomach. i don’t realise how bad i have needed Oliver until he is pulling away from me. my lips are, no doubt, a mess. Oliver has my pink lipgloss all over his lips, i smile and reach my hand up to cup his jaw as he had done to me a moment earlier. my thumb reaches out to his lip and wipes away the lipgloss. he pulls me closer to him so i can practically feel every muscle in his chest and stomach.
‘kiss me again Oliver,’ my hands now lay flat on his chest.
he obliged and pulls me into him once more. the urgency of this kiss is more than the first, Oliver’s hand slips down from my back to the curve of my ass. he gives it a squeeze and i let out a little noise into the kiss. we continue kissing for what feels like forever til a knock comes from my bedroom door. i pull away from Oliver quickly and shoo him into my wardrobe. i know that knock, it’s Felix.
‘y/n? you in there?’ Felix questions from the other side of the door.
‘yeah hang on i’m changing,’ i grab the first piece of clothing i see, one of Felix’s shirts, and put it on after quickly slipping my dress off. i look at myself in the mirror and wipe the remains of my lipgloss off from around my mouth and open the door. Felix doesn’t wait before barging into my room.
‘have you seen Ollie? he hasn’t come back to his room yet,’ Felix is worried, that much is evident in his tone.
‘no i haven’t. maybe he’s talking to mum or in the garden or something,’ i lie straight through my teeth.
Felix quirks a brow, i hate lying to Felix but it has to be done. he would hate Oliver if he found out what he was doing to his baby sister a moment ago.
‘i’ll go check in the garden. will you go ask mum please?’
‘yeah, i will,’ i reply.
‘thank you y/n’ he gives me a kiss on the cheek and leaves my room.
i let out a sigh and make my way to my wardrobe. i open it and Oliver comes out quickly, ‘i hate small spaces,’ he shudders.
‘i’m sorry Oliver. i didn’t know,’ i feel bad.
‘don’t worry about it. it’s fine,’ he smiles, i instantly feel better.
‘you need to go to your room. Felix is looking for you,’ Oliver’s eyes widen, ‘i told him i’ll check with mum to see if you’re with her so I’ll take you back to your room, okay?’
‘perfect,’ he confirms.
before i can move he gives me a quick kiss and a slap on the ass.
‘behave,’ i tell him as we walk out of my room to which he replies with a chuckle.
we are in Oliver’s room in 5 minutes, all his belongings had been unpacked by the maids during dinner.
‘so how are you liking Saltburn?’ i question Oliver, sitting on his bed.
‘it’s amazing. nothing like home. it’s bigger for starters,’ he lets out a laugh, ‘and it is so beautiful. truly incredible,’ he looks out of the window.
i lay back in his bed and let out a sigh, ‘i’m glad you’re here Oliver.’
‘me too.’
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AN: would like to thank my best friend @lovandr for being as Saltburn obsessed as i am and making me feel like whatever i make, whether that be a story or an edit, is good enough.
i would DIE for this little shit istg
can’t even fault the cattons for being so horrifically stupid and easily manipulated because i too would allow this little freak into my life and take everything if he looked at me with those precious baby blues.
Just Oliver having to look up at people
He.
jacob elordie in saltburn.
Happy new Year guys !!!
Sooo, I watched Saltburn again w/ @sydneyyymayyy
and it’s safe to say the brainrot is REAAALLL.
i will be writing about them istg!!
i have been unable to think of anything since finishing it.
just finished saltburn 10 mins ago
what the fuck just happened
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.
The sound of gagging was penetrating the air, washing over the shrubs in the maze and our knees ached from kneeling on the hard ground but you couldn’t find in yourself to truly care. Felix was thrusting in and out of your mouth, his hand firm on the back of your head as he guided your movement, groaning and breathing heavily above you.
Every now and then his hips would buck up, his cock touching the base of your throat and making you choke around him. His hand would loosen on your hair and the small strands that were still entwined between his fingers would help guide you up, petting you afterward when you were gulping in breaths of air that he had taken away. “Are you alright?” He asks softly and you nod, leaning up to take a kiss from his lips before enveloping his cock in your mouth once more.
“So good—oh fuck, it’s so good. Good girl, such a good girl,” Felix moaned, his thumbs finding the tears on your cheeks and wiping them away.
Sooo saltburn…
jesus christ that movie is unhinged but i fucking LOVED IT.
BARRY DID SO GOOD PLAYING OLVIER OMDS LIKE.. IM IN SHAMBLES.
AND JACOB??? WOOH LORD
if u see a Saltburn fic at any point mind ya business.
*SQUEES* “Best One Yet” was delightful!! May I please request a fluffy fic of Wonka & baker fem!Reader falling in love with each other through their respective treats (his chocolate and her baked goods)?
AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! THIS! I HAVE WANTED TO WRITE SMTHN LIKE THIS FOR SOME TIME NOW!!
now that i have an incentive imma do it!! Thanks love<333
Okay, I just read “Best One Yet” and let me start off by saying it was beautiful!!!
If you’re willing to write more Willy x Reader, could I request a fem!reader who is Ficklegruber’s daughter?
Thank you in advance!
OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I’m so glad you liked it.<333
AH omg that sounds like such a good idea. im gonna have sm fun writing this!!
