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

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

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

This film opened my brain and spilled out everything inside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh-Ollie!”

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

He wanted to fucking eat you alive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are so deliciously routine.

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

How curious. You thought he was joking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I h-heard something about you-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“O-Ollie P-please-”

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

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

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

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

He squeezes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh God- Ollie.”

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

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

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

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

Holy fuck, this some dark af shit

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Paring: Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3520

Summary: You’d only been visiting family at Saltburn for a few weeks, but this time you couldn’t shift the feeling of something or someone watching you.

Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), choking, stalking? Kind of?, two way mirrors, vague horror ish themes, dubious consent, generally fucked up smut overall

Writers note: Hi friends! This is my first Oliver fic, I’m planning on writing more so let me know if you have any requests. I’ve only seen the film once so I apologise if my writing of him isn’t quite right yet.. just read his parts with his accent and I think it works! Please share, comment, like and all of those good things 💕💕

21 days, almost a full month, that’s how long it had taken you to get to grips with the enormity of Saltburn. Most of that time had been spent mistakenly walking into a linen closet which supplied one of the many bedrooms believing it was the entrance to your room. You’d even drawn yourself a map by this point and somehow, you still managed to get lost, the house was almost as much of a maze as the actual maze in the garden was. You had checked off your room, all of the shared spaces and most of the other bedrooms, inhabited or otherwise, all marked down perfectly on your little map. There was only one wing of the house which you were not allowed into, Elsbeth called it the ‘bachelor pad’ something you know Felix would have at the very least groaned at. He’d been sharing this space with his guest, another student named Oliver. He was quiet, a bit of a mystery overall but from that you assessed that he was a man who liked his privacy, making you chalk up their reluctance to have you in that space no more than a matter of comfort. A comfort you wish that you could say you felt also.

You visited Saltburn many times as a child, the family themselves were distant relatives of yours which is why you always summered there when your parents were away on business. You’d never felt uncomfortable there before, but this time something was different even though you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Maybe it was the heat getting to you, maybe it was the ever changing list of house guests that visited or the way that it seemed the eyes on the paintings of long dead aristocracy seemed to follow you around the room. Something had changed, if only you could put your finger on it.. or a toe.. maybe even an out stretched palm if you felt confident enough, anything to make this restlessness end. Every night that you laid in bed, you felt something, someone, watching you. You had checked, you’d opened every door, searched every shelf and wandered into every linen closet in the vicinity of your room and every time, nothing. Your well drawn map granting you no ease of mind, even with all of the labels you’d added to it over the last few weeks. The constant tossing and turning ceased only by one saving grace, you’d remembered to pack your vibrator.

Every night like clockwork your little buzzing friend would find the tingling mound between your legs, slipping in and out seamlessly like always, making you cum within a few minutes. That was until tonight, maybe you should have expected it. 21 days in a row of usage, the batteries were sure to go flat at some point, you just didn’t think it would be so soon. Placing it into the draw of the bedside table you go back to the constant pacing feeling in your mind as you attempted to sleep. The watching feeling was back, the hairs on your arms standing up, the feeling of the familiar prickling at the back of your neck as if something dangerous was approaching from the shadows. But sleep finally took you, once again.

The sound of knuckles tapping against the wood of the door early every morning tore you from your sleep, a much needed sleep. The curtains being torn open and the light hitting your face remind you of where you are almost immediately, at least this time with the maids in your room you knew who was watching you. ‘Breakfast is ready’ she says as she leaves the room as promptly as she arrived, off to wake another of the Saltburn family without a doubt. Crawling out of bed in your white night dress, you throw on a matching robe over the top, fumbling your slippers on, briefly checking your reflection in the full length mirror mounted to the wall across from your bed before wandering down the long halls to the breakfast table. Taking your usual seat you notice no one else has awoken yet, your tired eyes settling on the food in front of you, you almost fall asleep sitting up eating. The exhaustion of the last few days finally catching up with you. ‘You looked frustrated last night’ a low voice utters quietly a few seats across from you, the low muttering making you jump out of your skin with shock.

‘Excuse me?’ You question, a puzzled look on your face which could have been mistaken for anger, your words coming out harsher than you expected. You see the man across from you almost retreat into himself, he’d barely uttered a word to you in the last 21 days and now this? Your mind immediately flashing back to your frustration at your vibrator unceremoniously dying on you, surely that isn’t what he refers to tho.. right? ‘Oh Oliver, I’m sorry, I’m so tired that came out poorly. what do you mean?’ You question, making Oliver un tense slightly.

‘I saw you looking for something last night’ he begins. ‘Anything I can help with?’ He questions.

‘Oh, That. I was just trying to get a better lay of the land. Every time i visit I swear this place is rearranged, it’s like a new house every time.’ You reply.

‘Sure, that must have been it’ he replies, no follow up, nothing. Although it was more of a conversation than you’d managed with him this whole time, you expected maybe something else would have come from this. He could have offered to help you, anything. Although you hadn’t spoken that much you’d find it hard to argue that you hadn’t developed a little crush on him, his dark hair in contrast with his piercing blue eyes, surely that would make any girl swoon.

Just as you finally thought of something to say, the thought of offering him an invitation to explore the mansion with you to further expand your map, the rest of the family arrived, keen to discuss plans for the day. Your hopes of getting to know Oliver better shattered once again.

You continued your day like normal, a dip in the pool, a little bit of reading, another trip to a random room to expand the map and eventually dinner and straight to bed.

Once again you were kept up, tonight you indulged in wine a little bit more than usual, the knowledge of the lack of batteries to fuel your only release weighing heavy on your mind.

Crawling into bed you listen to the creaking of the wooden floorboards in the hallway, the sound of the old house almost swaying in the breeze as if that were possible. You try to ignore the familiar ache between your thighs as you long for sleep subtly grinding against the palm of your hand as you crave the release you know you can’t have. The feeling growing stronger and your movements becoming more unsubtle as you move the covers off of you, the fabric of your night dress pooling up around your hips as you grind, longing for that familiar feeling. ‘Ugh, fuck sake’ you groan, it’s of no use. You roll over frustratedly, your face buried in pillows as you let out a silent scream. That’s when you hear it, the floorboards creaking, the sound too loud to be from the hallway and it wasn’t just creaking this time, footsteps. But it couldn’t be, you’d locked the door to your room, the only other way in was through the window which you had ensured was locked.

‘Hello?’ You ask tentatively, sitting bolt upright in bed at this point. You weren’t sure if you prayed for an answer or not, at least if there were an answer you’d know for certain that you weren’t alone. But no answer came.

2:41am, you’d checked the clock at least 20 times by now every time you had almost drifted to sleep another creak on the floorboards would tare you from your dreams. It sounded almost as if they were getting closer, they’d began earlier by your mirror and by now they were approaching the head of the bed. Sometimes you even thought you could feel something touching you, lightly re arranging the way your hair fell on the pillow, or something lightly tugging at the blanket that covered your body. But this time you felt it for sure.

The weight on the bed shifted, while you lay in the middle, the bed dipped on the side, the unmistakeable feeling of someone sitting at the side of the bed. Another second and you felt it, a hand on your ankle wrapped tight. Terrified you sit, unable to move. You never imagined this is how you’d be in this position, you’d scream and fight when you’d imagined this scenario previously but you were wrong, so wrong. You lay there silently, only when you felt the grip on your ankle tighten did you even let on that you were awake as you were harshly dragged down the bed, now splayed out in the middle. Before you could scream a hand smacks over your mouth with a slap, silencing any sound that could have come out of you.

‘What were you thinking about?’ A voice in the dark asks, an accent of some sort laced in his words surely belonging to the owner of the strong hands currently pinning you against the bed. ‘Who were you thinking about?’ The voice continues, more demanding this time as the accent becomes clearer, Oliver? Surely not. The sweet, quiet man who sits across from you silenced by his own nervousness every breakfast, it can’t be him. You try to answer, your words muffled by the hand over your mouth, although you’re sure it would be less of an answer and more of a demanding to get out of your room.

‘Was it me? Tell me it was me.’ He demands, his hand dropping from your mouth to your throat, wrapped around tightly grasping at the column of your neck.

‘I-I Uhm’ your reply coming out as nonsense. He was right, you had been thinking of him. You’d seen his physique while sunbathing, sneaking a glance when you believed no one would notice. But now with his hand wrapped around your neck and his body pressing into yours your mind was blank.

‘Answer me’ he demands, hand tightening as his face grows ever closer to yours. At this distance you swear you can almost see the moonlight shining through the window reflecting off of his blue eyes, glimmering at you.

‘You.. it was you’ you stutter out quietly, your words shocking even you as they come out breathy and quiet.

‘What a good girl you’ve been for me’ he says, his grip loosening on your throat as he glides his index finger down your cheek.

‘Bu-but how did you.. where.. what’ you question, a full sentence becoming too much for your brain to handle, but the man on top of you seems to have gotten the gist of your line of questioning.

‘I’ve been watching you’ he replies. ‘You and your little map. Wandering around like you own the place’ his words laced with venom. ‘I’ll admit you did make it harder for me. You thought you were so smart checking everywhere, you never bothered to check within your own room’. He continues as your eyes fight with the dark, darting around every corner of the room. That’s when you spot it, the light reflecting off of the mirror slightly wrong, it was almost as if the glass was rippling, the reflection always seeming a little off, it was a two way mirror. From the spot where it was mounted on the wall, you realised that it was pushed slightly further than usual, the story all making sense in your mind suddenly. You hadn’t been imaging things, you had heard footsteps inside the room, someone was watching you, Oliver.

‘Our rooms share a serving corridor as these old houses do sometimes’ he says as if it was an obvious fact, something everyone would know. He could see a million questions whirling behind your eyes, snapping you out of your thoughts as his soft fingers against your cheek suddenly turn into a slap, grasping your face turning your lips into a pout. ‘Now, I know what you do to sleep and I took the liberty of removing the batteries from your useless little toy there’ he sneers at you, you can almost feel his smirk against your lips as he comes in closer. This was nothing like the man you had vaguely come to know over the last few weeks, he was mean, cruel even and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you admitted that you liked it, you loved this version of Oliver. ‘I thought, just maybe if you’d get impatient enough you’d come to me yourself. But the little miss never came’ he continues, finding himself amusing at his own pun. ‘So I came to you’ putting extra emphasis on his words to make a point as to almost poke at you. ‘Now, I can either leave and go back to my room or I can help you with your predicament. Would you like that?’ He questions, still holding your face in his hands ensuring you look straight into his eyes as your head nods, partially guided by Oliver’s hand moving your face for you. ‘Good girl’ he places a light peck onto your lips. ‘The former was never really an option anyway, did you really think I could leave all this now that I have you here?’ His question sounding more like a statement, he didn’t care about your answer, he decided you belonged to him the moment he stepped into the room. His hand slips from your face, grasping your throat once more before climbing further onto the bed, throwing the covers off of you and pushing your night dress up.

He sighs, the view of you almost making him cum on the spot. Oliver never imagined he’d actually do it, sure he’d thought of the thousand ways he could take you, he wanted to bend you over and fuck your brains out over the breakfast table every morning for the last month and now, in this single sigh he released a months worth of frustration. His desperate hands kneading at the supple flesh of your thighs, roaming up to where he was at his most desperate for you. The moment the pad of his thumb pressed against your clit a jolt of electricity raced through your body, moving you with a shocked flinch against the bed. His eyes bore into yours as if almost warning you to stay still, a warning you would absolutely heed. His eyes transfixed on yours as his thumb swirled around your sensitive nub, gathering slick from your entrance just to return to your clit, your climax building from the moment he touched you. You were almost there, your peak was in sight you could feel it building when he tore his hand from you. A smirk pressed against his lips as he bent down to kiss you, he was proud, he ruined your orgasm and he was proud of it. Just as you settled into the lack of his touch, his lips hovering against yours he plunged his fingers into you, without warning a loud gasp leaving your lips. You knew you’d fucked up the moment the sound left your mouth, his fingers being pulled from you once more.

‘Good girls stay quiet, do you understand me? We wouldn’t want the rest of them finding out how much of a whore you are now would we?’ He sneers, your heart rate increasing as you nod your head again. ‘Such a good girl for me. I’ll make sure to reward you, just stay quiet for me’ he continues, his words softer this time as his fingers return to your warm, wet entrance.

It was harder to stay quiet than you expected. His pace was relentless and now as he kissed down your body, your night dress torn from you and the remaining scrap of fabric now discarded to the floor, the want to moan for him was overwhelming. This was only made worse when his lips wrapped around your sensitive mound. His tongue and fingers moving at the same time, sucking on your most sensitive parts like a man starved. He was desperate for you and now, you were for him. You couldn’t resist it and he could tell, your climax was imminent as you rocked your hips against his mouth. From watching you he knew that you covered your mouth with your hand or bit down onto your fist when you came in an attempt to muffle the sounds. To compensate for this, at the moment your shaking orgasm rippled through your body he shoved his fingers into your mouth, the taste of your own juices heavy on your tongue as he suckled and licked you through your peak, his eyes still fixed on yours.

You thought that was it, he said he wanted to help you and he had, you’d half expected him to leave when he tore his own shirt over his head, pushing his boxers down his thighs as he pushes your legs further open with the weight of his own body. With one hand next to your head and his other white knuckle grasping his cock he glided his length through the slick of your pussy. His lustful gaze had left yours now, favouring watching his tip spread you wide for him. Just as your eyes left his face to watch the sight between your legs you were interrupted. ‘Look at me’ he demands ‘I want to see the look on your face when I split you open’ his words being of continuous shock to you, where had your quiet kind man gone?

Although you’d hate to say he was correct, he was. Even with your drenched hole and your legs spread wide for him the burn as he entered you was real. He was unbelievably thick and long, his length impaling you again and again as he begins thrusting into you relentlessly. He was as desperate for release as you were, maybe you should have known, your sweet man in his full right mind would surely never break into your room and do this to you if he wasn’t desperate you reassured yourself. This can’t be the real him after all, it had to be an act.

These thoughts stayed with you for merely seconds as your eyes rejoined his as they flutter open, your mouth hanging open in a silent moan just like his. As if you could both feel the sound about to release your lips came crashing together, muffling the sound of your joint moans as his tongue slips into your month. It was a dirty, sinful act and you loved every second of it. You’d never felt this desperate for anyone in your life. You wanted him to cum inside you, breed you and make you his.

‘Once I cum inside you, you’re mine. Do you understand? I fucking own you’ he says, making you question if he has a future in a career in mind reading. He doesn’t wait for an answer taking the feeling of your walls tightening around his length as the only reply he would ever need again.

His pace quickens his body pressed against yours as his hand clasps over your mouth silencing you, your head held still as he glares into your eyes. You can feel it, his climax nearing, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more erratic as he breaks his own rule, groaning loudly into your kiss as he cums within you, his liquid filling you to the brim. The sound reverberates against the walls, someone must have heard that you think as he continues to fill you up. Just as you think he’d stopped, almost possessively he begins to move again. The feeling overwhelming both of your senses as he fucks his cum further into you before pulling out and repeating the same process with his fingers, watching a little bit trickle out before pushing it back inside you once more.

‘You’ll keep this inside you, you understand? You don’t get to clean yourself up’ he demands. ‘You’ll be a good girl for me tomorrow, at 10pm sharp you’ll get into the bath across the hall and wait for me. Got it?’ His demands continue as he places one last harsh kiss onto your lips, your eyes flickering closed for only a second, re opening when your kiss has parted. Just like that he was gone. His clothes, every part of him had left you almost without a trace. Your night dress torn on the floor you ponder how you’ll explain that to the maids in the morning as they’ll have to fix it. You cover yourself with the blanket again, your head pressed against the pillow as you finally go to sleep, the best you’ve slept in 21 days.

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Oliver Quick x fem! Reader

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

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

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

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

Oliver.

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

The rest is a blur.

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

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

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

“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Mmghh, more..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Catch Me If You Can

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Paring: Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3533

Summary: Living at Saltburn you’d had repeated nightmares about getting lost in the labyrinth. What happens when your nightmare becomes true?

Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) unprotected sex, choking, stalking? Kind of?, being drunk/drugged, being chased/threatened with a weapon, dub con, generally fucked up smut overall, lots of mentions of blood, pray/predator vibes

You stumbled through the darkness down each twist and turn of the labyrinth, the blood rushing through your veins, that’s when you hear it. The crunch of gravel under a foot that wasn’t your own and in that moment, you knew you weren’t alone.

That’s how the nightmare always starts. You’d gotten lost in the labyrinth at Saltburn enough throughout your childhood to know never to go in there without telling someone where you were. You’d had the same repetitive nightmare for years; you’d go in and never come out. You didn’t know why this stuck with you as much as it did, but it did, nevertheless. Because of this you made it your mission to memorise every step, you knew exactly which way led to the middle, exit and every dead end, you’d walk the maze every day just to make sure that you’d never be caught out.

You’d walked it alone for years, that was until this summer. Felix had brought a friend back; you hadn’t thought much of him until he asked to walk the maze with you. It had taken a few adventures to warm up to him as he wasn’t exactly the most outgoing of men you’d ever experienced in your life, but he seemed well meaning and it was a nice change from constantly walking alone. You weren’t sure why, but for some reason he wanted to learn the labyrinth as much as you did.

You’d never accuse him of it, but it sometimes felt as if he was planning for something more. You had watched his confidence change over time as you spent your afternoons wandering with him. You told him about your nightmare in detail, he was kind and understanding, trying to reassure you that nothing like that could ever happen. Over the time in your presence, he’d gone from a quiet boy to a confident man, almost domineering you when alone but reverting into his old self as soon as you were around others. You had so many questions, you thought that he’d been holding back, and you wanted to see just how far he’d go if he really had you alone although you were certain you’d never say it or so you thought.

The summer sun beat down on the garden and the whole family had been drinking heavily consistently since noon. You’d been in and out of the lake all day, swimming for a while and then lying on the grass soaking up the sun. Members of the party came and went as they pleased until before you knew it, day turned to night. Throwing on a long white sun dress, you lay there until you were the last one left on the grass taking in the stars as you lay there giggling to yourself through a drunken haze. You’d been so taken by the events of the day that you hadn’t even realised until now that you’d missed your daily trip around the labyrinth. You knew it wasn’t a good idea, you hadn’t told anyone where you were going and although you weren’t the drunkest, you’d ever been in your life you certainly weren’t sober. This wasn’t enough to deter you though, you were determined.

Standing on shaky legs you made your way to the labyrinth with a little skip, although your nightmare was always at the forefront of your mind on any trip there right now you felt invincible. Your tipsy mind pushed any sense of danger to the background, right now all you felt was a fuzzy tingling throughout your body and an excitement for a late-night adventure. You made it to the entrance of the maze before you knew it, staring down the first path as you contemplated whether or not this was something you really should be doing. Within a split second you had decided, you were going in. You were certain, this was until something out of the corner of your vision caught your eye.

‘I wouldn’t go in there if I were you’ he says, leaning against the entrance of the maze. ‘Anything could happen in the dark’ he continues, his face lit only by the cigarette he had pressed to his lips, a wine bottle in his other hand.

‘Fuck, Oliver. What are you doing out here? I thought everyone had gone to bed?’ You asked, your heart racing in your chest. It was just Oliver; you knew you were safe with him you thought to yourself.

‘Couldn’t sleep, not knowing you were out here alone’ he says continuously smoking and seeming to be avoiding eye contact with you, staring at the ground in front of him. Something was different, you knew he was at least a little drunk too so maybe that was it, but something felt off.

‘So, you came looking for me?.. in the dark’ you reply, waiting for any kind of response but receiving none. You could feel the alcohol running through your veins, you knew that if you were sober this would have been enough to scare you and although you’d never admit it you were terrified and you thought you might even like it. ‘Well, if you don’t think I should go in there alone you could always come with me?’ You proposition, growing more giggly twirling your hair around your fingers. That drew his attention, still no eye contact but you could feel him watching you, watching the way your fingers moved together and how your dress fell against your curves as you shifted unable to stand still.

‘I don’t think that’s a good idea sweetheart’ he says, taking the last few drags on his cigarette, flicking the butt off into the nearby grass. You feel a surge of confidence as you move closer to him, your body almost touching his as you lean in almost speaking in a whisper. Taking the bottle from his hand you take a large gulp, the red wine trickling down your chin staining the fabric of your white dress appearing almost like blood.

‘I think it’s a great idea’ you start, your face so close to his now that your eyelashes almost graze his cheek, pushing the bottle into his chest in a drunken attempt to give it back. You’d found him attractive for a while, he’d grown on you over the last few weeks, and you finally felt like it was happening, this was your chance. ‘I think you should come into the maze with me’ you giggle. ‘And who knows, maybe if you find me you can fuck me’ you say, that caught his attention. His blue eyes reflecting in the moonlight as his gaze meets yours, he almost looked angry.

This is not what he wanted, Oliver thought to himself, he didn’t want you, not like this anyway. He knew it was sick to think it, but he didn’t want you to give yourself to him, he wanted to take you for himself. As you flirted and giggled, he felt the heat rise in his chest, his heartbeat against his rib cage as his aggression soared. He thought of you as a pure little thing, he would have even said untouched if he hadn’t have heard stories from the others, but you seemed pure to him, nevertheless. He loved the thought of you helpless underneath him, for him to be both the villain and the saviour in your eyes. But hearing you speak like this ruined everything, you’d never spoken to him like this before, he didn’t want to hear you beg him to fuck you, he wanted you to beg him to stop. He’d come out here with a plan, he wanted to take you into the maze and rob you of any shred of virginity that you had left, but now with the way you were talking you were just a whore in his eyes. A slut that was unworthy of him. So, he stood there before you wordless, gazing down upon you in anger as his ocean blue eyes turned black, you stood looking up towards him as much as you could in your drunken state. You thought he seemed angry, but you were so drunk at this point that you wouldn’t have been able to tell either way, the alcohol from Oliver’s wine bottle hitting you way harder than you anticipated.

‘Maybe I can fuck you?’ He finally repeats back to you. ‘Maybe you’ll let me fuck you?’ He sneers as he stands straight, almost pushing you over as he moves closer, his chest pressed to yours. ‘Because that’s such a prize’ he continues, practically laughing in your face, if you thought he was flirting before you could now see, even as drunk as you were, that he was very much not happy. ‘Well then pretty thing, I think you should start running. Can’t catch you if you aren’t running now, can I?’ He says, so he does want you? You question to yourself. One moment he’s almost refusing you and the next he wants you? At this point you felt almost as much confusion as you felt fear. That was until he does it, he pushes you into the labyrinth making you stumble as he does, losing your balance ending up lying face down in the gravel as you turn back from your position on the floor to see him. With the moonlight shining from behind him he looked much taller and more menacing, the kind boy you knew was gone, replaced by only the silhouette of the body he once inhabited.

‘Go on then, run’ he almost growls out as your heart rate increases, you want to let out a scream, but nothing comes. Stumbling to your feet you immediately start running. Turning around to try and see if you could outrun him, you see him still standing at the entrance, then you hear it, the familiar sound of smashing glass. He’d broken the bottle against the statue that’s placed at each entrance of the maze, now only holding the broken neck of the bottle as he begins his pursuit towards you.

You run as fast as you can, rounding the corners of the maze in record speed. You knew the labyrinth well enough that you were certain you could get out before him, this is exactly why you’d been waking it all this time anyway. This was almost exactly like your nightmare you thought to yourself. When you first propositioned Oliver, this was not exactly what you’d imagined. You had pictured this going much differently, you’d giggle and run at an almost walking pace so not to make it too difficult to catch you. But this was wrong, he was wrong.

You didn’t know what exactly had changed within Oliver, but something was drastically off. The Oliver you knew would never have looked at you the way he did or spoken to you as he did. You were absolutely certain that your sweet predictable Oliver wouldn’t have smashed a bottle into a weapon and literally chased you down with it. While you may have practiced your escape from the maze many times, you now realise that you’d never practiced running it as you gasp for breath between each step of your quick moving feet.

Checking behind you Oliver is nowhere to be seen, your pace slowing as you think you may have lost him giving you some time to catch your breath. You stumble your way through the maze, you were sure you were about to get to the middle and make your way out but instead where the exit should be, a dead end. You were sure this couldn’t be right you weren’t lost, surely you couldn’t be. You begin to trace your steps back, finding the topiary equivalent of a crossroads. You see him but you're not sure he’s seen you, crossing in a slightly different direction heading towards the opposite side of the maze. Yet when you look another way, he appears to be walking towards you, and in another direction away from you. You swear you can almost feel him graze your shoulder as he passes you, his shoulder brushing past yours in different directions over and over again as you fall to the floor, crawling on your hands and knees as the hard gravel punctures the skin on your knees leaving behind a small trail of blood.

You knew there couldn’t be that many of him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you rub your eyes. Finally, re opening them you find yourself alone, was any of that real? Was he even in the maze at all? You question yourself, your sanity in its entirety. You can still taste the red wine on your lips, you thought it tasted off at the time but now you were sure, you were drugged or at the very least incredibly drunk.

Stumbling to your feet you use the hedge to the side of you to re gain your balance. Just like in your nightmare you hear the sound of gravel crunch behind you, turning your head you catch the glimmer of light reflecting from the broken wine bottle just as he swings for your neck, screaming and running immediately as you hear his pace quicken behind you. You’d completely lost the grip on where you were in the maze, you could be at the exit for all you knew, but in this moment you just ran straight. The hedges seemed to lengthen as you ran, this singular corridor appearing never ending as you sprint. Almost as if you were in a dream you seemed to run on one spot like you were practically on a treadmill, going nowhere fast. You could hear him behind you, you were sure of it, you tried to look but the tears falling from your eyes blurred your vision too much. Continuing to run forwards you feel as if you can see the light at the end of the metaphorical tunnel, you can see the statue in the centre of the labyrinth dead ahead of you, a feeling of relief flooding your senses as you head straight.

You’ve made it, you’re almost out you think to yourself. Just as you meet the edge of the hedge facing the centre he steps out, your form slamming into his unmoving body forcing you to stop running.

‘Found you’ he says with a smirk, smiling down menacingly at you as his tongue swipes over his bottom lip. You knew you were facing the statue but as he begins to back you into a corner you feel yourself walk backwards into something hard, your body slamming into solid stone. Pressed against the statue at the centre of the maze you look around confused. Where were you? Had you been in the middle this whole time? You were certain you were facing towards it but now the statue was pressed behind you. Regardless it was of little consequence, he had found you.

‘Do I get my prize now little dove?’ He asks you without really asking, not waiting for a reply he wraps his hand around your throat, the other hand still wrapped around the broken neck of the bottle as he uses it to slice the fabric straps of your dress free from your shoulders, your dress falling to the ground. His hand tightening on your throat he leans in to kiss you as you resist, biting him in response feeling blood trickle down both of your lips, the metallic taste swirling around your mouth.

‘You think fighting back will stop me?’ He questions, your resistance only seeming to fuel his desire for you as he grinds his length into your thigh. ‘You thought wrong, dove’ he continues.

Throwing the bottle neck to the floor you hear it smash against the gravel in the distance, that’s one obstacle out of the way you think as he spins you around, pressing your chest into the statue that now stood in front of you. With one hand still around your throat you hear the jingle of his belt unclasping. The swimwear you were wearing from earlier in the day still firmly held against your body for only a few more moments as you feel his strong hands rip the fabric in two, throwing it to the side as you feel his fingers glide through your folds.

‘Fuck little dove’ You were almost embarrassingly wet, you hadn’t realised it until now due to the fear, but maybe that’s exactly why you were as you were. His words coming out as almost a whisper only meant to be heard by himself. To Oliver it’s almost as if you weren’t real, your skin was so soft, your entrance was so wet and warm that he could have been convinced that this was another dream of his and he’d wake up with his hand fisting his cock for relief. But this was real, he could hear your breathing below him quicken as he pushes his fingers into you, curling them as your hands tighten on the marble in front of you.

You moan as he lets out obscenities behind you, sliding more fingers inside of your tight hole, his eyes transfixed on the way his digits glide in and out of you so easily. Eventually removing his fingers from you, his grip around your neck tightens as he pulls your back to become flush with his chest, his free hand coming to cup just below your chin.

‘Spit’ he demands, grabbing your face slightly as he waits for you to drool into his hand. You look towards his hand as you spit into his open palm, a mixture of clear liquid and blood coming out of your mouth as he quickly covers his length in it, coating himself and you in the mixture as he thrusts up into you without warning.

Although you were outside, the slapping, squelching sounds seem to echo off of the walls of the labyrinth. You can hear him groan in pleasure behind you, enjoying the feeling of choking you as he gazes down at the view of himself sinking into you over and over again. He loved seeing you like this, his hand around your throat and your pussy covered in a mixture of blood, cum and spit as he pulled you back once again. His mouth meeting yours in a hurried kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth. Both of your breaths quickened you taste his blood from his split lip once more. As soon as the taste hits your tongue you feel yourself tighten around him, his free hand coming down to rub circles into your clit.

‘Cum for me little dove’ He demands as you moan, your head dropped back onto his shoulder. ‘Show me what a good girl you are’ He prompts as his fingers press harder into you, desperate to draw out your orgasm. ‘Fuck, that’s it sweet girl’ groaning into your ear as you ride out your climax around his cock, tightening on him as his pace picks up.

His movements becoming more erratic as he works towards his own peak, your body limp in his grip as he fucks you, exhausted from your own climax and over stimulated as he thrusts into you. Your moans must have been loud enough to be heard outside of the labyrinth you were sure, and now as you feel him throb inside of you, you were certain people must have heard him too. Without warning he spills inside of you, his cum painting your walls white as he bites down on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood as he climaxes.

Both breathing heavily he pulls your head back by your hair for one last lust filled kiss. His touch almost tender as he removes himself from you. You hear him fastening his belt as you hold onto the statue in front of you for balance, all of your clothing ripped and discarded on the floor you feel him place his jacket onto your shoulders.

‘You scared me’ you say with a slightly fearful smile, the evidence of your enjoyment in your voice as you speak out for the first time since entering the maze, your tone coming out rasp. ‘Maybe we should do it again some time’ you giggle as you move your ass back against him, eliciting no response other than the sound of his continued breathing. ‘Don’t you think so Oliver?’ You ask, hoping with all of your heart that finally after all of this your soft kind man would return to you but receiving no reply.

‘Oliver?’ You question into the darkness as you turn, your eyes searching for him despite having felt his touch on you only moments ago. But he was nowhere to be seen, the only trace of him being his jacket on your shoulders, his blood on your lips and the trickle of his cum now working its way down your thigh. ‘Oliver?’ You speak out quieter. He was gone and you knew it. Gathering your things you made your way back towards the house, was any of it real?

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The Dark King

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Oliver Quick x f!reader x Felix Catton

SUMMARY: Oliver just wants to be part of your world, he just wants to be by you and Felix's side, he doesn't mind being a teddy bear or a pet for the two of you, but once you accept him, you will never be able to get rid of him.

WARNING(S): SMUT (+18) DUBCON, Non-consensual drug use, threesome, facefucking, fingerfucking, vaginal sex, rough oral sex (f and m receiving) orgasm denial, possessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, classism, discrimination, some ooc.

NOTES: obsessed with this movie and just needed to get it out, hope you like it and sorry for the possible OCC and mistakes, thanks for reading.

He was not in love with you.

He liked that you were very smart and on scholarship even though you wouldn't need it because your family was English nobility.

He was not in love with you.

He loved the way you smiled at him, but he hated with all his soul that you smiled at others, especially Felix, which was a total disaster because you and Felix came as a package deal, always together, and had spent almost every summer at Saltburn.

Felix's mother and your mother had been best friends since childhood and you grew up bathing naked in the same bathtub and going dressed in suits and formal dresses to boring events.

Then he would freak out because he hated the way you two touched each other, looked at each other, and smiled at each other. He hated that the two of you were on an intimate level that he would never reach with you or Felix.

Because he couldn't tell who he wanted to please more, who he needed to please more.

You and Felix complemented each other so much that it was hard to know where he ended and you began. You were perfect pieces created to fit together and he hated not belonging to that and not being either of you.

But he definitely wasn't in love with you.

He loved you. He loved how good you made him feel with your sweet words or your effusive hugs.

He loved that even before Oliver joined his select group, you sat with Michael and him at the social misfits table.

Michael almost died when he saw you sitting next to Oliver in the university library. There were more tables free, why would someone like you want to sit next to someone like Oliver Quick?

Oliver had only said, "Sure, go ahead." When you had asked him if you could sit at that table.

"Uh do you two have to do a project together or something?" asked Michael extremely nervous when he saw that you were concentrating on reading a book.

Oliver tried to pass saliva, his throat was dry, he didn't want some crazy comment from Michael Gavey to scare you and run away from there, you had simply come to his side, he hadn't had to carry out his convoluted plan to get you.

Of course, he had made many plans, one more crazy than the last to get to you as well as to get to Felix Catton.

From the first day he saw you, he knew that you two were the king and queen, the rest were simply his subjects, his jesters, his servants, and a few commoners trying to get even a little attention from the kings.

He didn't consider himself any different, he longed for that attention, he needed that attention from you and Felix, the winning couple.

"No... I just wanted to sit here... I don't want to make you uncomfortable..." you mumbled.

"No, of course not! You can sit here if you want!" shouted Oliver standing up to try to stop you from leaving.

You just smiled, he was wearing his glasses, and you could see his beautiful blue eyes sparkle at the sight of you, you liked that feeling, he seemed so genuine to you, unlike the rest.

You spent so much time with Oliver, you two talked a lot, he told you many things about his life, which was extremely hard, and you also talked about books and poetry, Oliver was very intelligent. You loved watching movies with him.

You liked that he was so real, there wasn't much of that around you.

Farleigh was the first to comment about your new friends.

"They're both fucking weird, especially the short one, his name is Oliver something, and he's my partner for the thesis, he looks at you like he wants to eat you or fuck you... which is fine, because everyone wants to do it Right?" he grabbed your shoulder and patted you.

"Don't be silly, Farleigh, Ollie's just my friend."

"Ollie, did you hear her yet, Felix? Ollie's taking your best friend away from you, man!" scoffed Farleigh elbowing Felix.

Felix smiled, but you could identify something in him, some discomfort.

You just smiled, no guy would go out with you on a second date and frankly, you were sick of the dating world, maybe there was something wrong with you, and then there was Felix.

Your best friend for as long as you can remember. That night Felix came back to his dorm drunk and you helped him to his bed, he was quite tall, so Farleigh helped you carry him, then said goodbye when he saw you would stay to take care of him.

"Have a lot of fun, you guys..." he teased.

"I just want to make sure he doesn't choke on his own vomit." You told him with your arms crossed before closing the door.

He said your name in a whisper.

"You don't have to hide it from me, I'm Felix's cousin, he already told me everything." He winked at you and then left.

You closed the door and when you returned, Felix had already thrown up the floor.

"I'm sorry..." he mumbled taking off the polo shirt he was wearing throwing it on the floor to hide the puddle of vomit.

You took a tissue from the bedside table and wiped his chin, he had a bit of vomit still on him.

"Never mind." You smiled at him trying to get him to lie down. "Now rest."

He took your hand tightly and guided it to his chest.

"You said you weren't going out with boys anymore."

You sighed, you knew you didn't even owe him explanations, but you answered anyway.

"I'm not dating guys, I'm only dating Farleigh and you."

"Really? What about 'Ollie'?"

"Oliver's just my friend, I think you'd really like him if you'd take the trouble to meet him."

"No thanks, I don't want to meet anyone you call him by a diminutive, Ollie like a teddy bear, your teddy bear, do you like him?" he growled.

He was angry and drunk a bad combination.

You rolled your eyes.

"Fuck, you like him!" he got out of bed and you tried to get him to lay back down, he gave in grumbling.

"So what if I like him? You date a lot of girls."

"I told you I could stop...I can stop now...we can be boyfriend and girlfriend officially if that's what you want..."

You laughed as you pulled a mint out of your pocket and popped it into Felix's mouth. He savored it on his tongue.

"And make your mother very happy? That's not your style..."

"I don't care, eventually we'd know what would happen, wouldn't we?" he took your arm and made you lie on his chest.

You easily found a hollow in his bed and hugged him like a fluffy pillow. He smelled of his expensive cologne, cheap beer and sweat. You recognized it perfectly, his scent.

"I don't want it to happen until we finish college, we had talked about it, we'll have our whole lives to be the way our parents want us to be..."

"I don't want you to date other guys... I couldn't stand it... "he murmured lowering his hand between your legs.

"I only date you...I don't date anyone else...only you..." you whispered feeling his fingers on top of the silk of your panties.

You sensed his minty breath and without warning he reached over you and roughly pushed your panties aside.

"I don't want you to see him again..." he caressed your skin, your mons pubis, little drops of pleasure slid down, he found your little bud and brushed it like a button, you shuddered.

"But he's my friend... if you knew him, you'd like him..." you murmured and Felix slipped his long finger inside you.

You let out a squeal burying your nails in his shoulder.

"You're mine... say you're mine..." his breath against your lips.

His hazel eyes were red, you could feel his lips on yours, his body on top of you taking most of your breath away.

"Felix... no..."

His thumb brushed your little bud, his index finger went in and out of you, he attached a second finger and hooked it inside you so deep, you curled your toes, buried your nails in his back and he grunted.

You couldn't think straight, he always triggered that in you.

Soon you would cum in his hand and he knew it so he stopped, stopped rubbing your clit and fucked you with his fingers, denying you pleasure.

He kissed you on the forehead and lay down next to you, you wanted to cry, you were stiff, your intimacy ached for release.

You slid your hand desperate to touch yourself and he stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

"You can't do that, say you're mine and I'll do it for you."

"You know I'm yours, I've always been yours Felix Catton." You sobbed.

"Say you'll never see him again...I want you to tell him right now, text him and tell him you'll never see him again." He growled grabbing your cell phone from your bag, you tried to fight him off but he found your cell phone and located Oliver's contact.

You had saved it as "Ollie🐻" Felix snapped.

"Fuck! Do you really think that's your teddy bear Ollie? I burned that fucking teddy bear when we were kids! Do you know why? Because I refuse to share you with anyone else!" growled Felix typing the message to Oliver.

You tried to stop him, but you couldn't, he sent the message.

"You're crazy!" you took your phone from him, but it was too late, Felix had sent the message.

It was short and to the point. "I don't want to see you anymore, please don't look for me."

Oliver got the message, he didn't feel any emotion about it because he knew you hadn't sent it, he had been watching you and Felix fucking for half an hour, he had followed you since the party, you had cancelled a movie marathon with him, you didn't even lie about it, you just told him you were going out with Felix and Farleigh.

He had the feeling that you didn't invite him to spend time with them because you were embarrassed but he could see it was because of Felix.

He never thought Felix Catton was so jealous and possessive, he didn't appear that way at all.

He watched as you tried to call him, but Felix snatched the phone from you and threw it against the wall, you moaned, but he threw you back against the bed and finished finger fucking you.

You moaned so loudly that Oliver had to stroke his hard crotch over the fabric of his jeans.

He would have to resort to the plan he had made to get into Felix Catton's world because it wasn't enough to have you, he needed the king and queen.

Oliver entered your world and Felix's, he slithered like a snake and was soon entangled in both of yours, Farleigh was much more reluctant to accept him.

But you and Felix would invite Oliver everywhere, he even overheard once how he said something to you about him, when you two were alone with Farleigh and he was nearby lurking.

"I understand why you like him, Ollie is so genuine..." said Felix taking your hand, Felix had stopped dating girls and everyone knew you were his girlfriend.

It was something everyone knew, eventually you would be Mrs. Catton as you should be.

"Ollie? Really Felix? You too?" growled Farleigh. "That little freak sucks both of you, your dick and pussy, is he that good with his tongue?"

And neither of you denied it, Oliver smiled as he watched you blush, he hadn't eaten your pussy yet, but he wanted to so badly.

"Don't be silly Farleigh!" growled Felix, he didn't seem happy with that insinuation.

"Oh but if he isn't your little bear, is he? He's your little pet, sure you can ask him to jump and he'll jump." Farleigh teased. "You two can ask him for a threesome and I swear he'll agree, you just have to see how he wants to eat you both."

"You're disgusting, Farleigh!" you huffed and walked away letting go of Felix.

Felix looked at Farleigh disapprovingly and then walked off after you. Farleigh shrugged his shoulders.

You had power over Felix and Felix had power over you. Oliver needed power over both of you, but he had noticed that Felix even though he was so spoiled and possessive around you, he would do anything to keep you happy so his plan was in motion.

You played varsity tennis and invited him to a tournament, when you won, everyone went to celebrate, Farleigh hadn't gone because he hated tennis, so Felix suggested going to his dorm.

"Let's have a drink to celebrate."

Felix hadn't invited anyone else and when the three of you arrived at the dorm, Oliver carried out his plan, he poured some of a libido-enhancing drug into your drink and Felix's.

The three of you sat on the wooden floor of the bedroom and began to drink and chat.

You were sweaty from the tennis game and you were wearing a little sport skirt, Felix put a hand on your thigh and started to knead it between his fingers and then started to kiss you, almost devouring you in front of Oliver, he just smiled and you looked at him as you kissed Felix, you pushed your boyfriend away and Felix growled, he really wanted to fuck you, he needed to fuck you.

"Ollie... sorry..." you mumbled wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

"Never mind, you may continue," Oliver replied with a smile.

"No, it's not okay, I'm sorry Ollie, I don't know what came over me, I was very rude to you, mate." Apologized Felix was visibly affected, he was also sweating a lot, his brown hair and wet over his face. "Maybe you should go..."

Oliver lowered his blue gaze to the ground and then looked at you. Your heart was beating rapidly inside your chest. You wanted to taste your friend's lips, you had had that idea in your head ever since you met him.

"Or should I stay?... I really don't mind staying." Oliver insisted.

"Yes, stay." You said crawling around in your little sporty skirt, giving Felix a glimpse of your beautiful round ass.

He couldn't stand it, his crotch ached, and he needed to release his fucking hard-on.

You looked at Oliver and felt his yeasty breath on your lips, you pressed your nose to his and he was the one who grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you. You felt his wet tongue inside your mouth.

Felix was about to freak out, at any other time it would have made him furious, but right now seeing Oliver kiss you like that was fucking hot. He crawled over to the two of you and kissed you. Oliver pulled away from you and kissed Felix.

You saw your boyfriend and your friend kissing, almost eating each other, there was a lot of salivae, it was a desperate kiss.

You lifted your skirt, spread your legs, and took off your panties, they were soaked with your excitement and sweat, you had never felt like this in your life, you had no shame or modesty you simply wanted the pleasure so you started to touch yourself, that's when Oliver stopped kissing Felix and looked at you with a smile.

As if you were a naughty little girl.

"Oh no, you can't do that honey," Oliver mumbled shaking his index finger. "Isn't that right Felix?"

The boy was so disoriented, it was becoming more and more obvious that that reaction was unnatural, he looked like an animal so desperate to fuck, like a primal, carnal instinct.

Felix crawled over to you and grabbed your wrists, putting your hands on the sides of your head, you tried to free yourself, kicking desperately.

Oliver was the one who grabbed your ankles firmly preventing you from kicking.

"Ssh, relax, relax, I'll give you what you want." Oliver cooed to you with a huge smile, which made you shiver.

He pulled your legs apart roughly and stuck his head between your legs, you felt his hot breath on your sensitive skin.

You squirmed as he sucked on your clit and his tongue darted from bottom to top tasting all of you, you tasted salty from the sweat, he put your legs over his shoulders and the wet sounds of his spit made both you and Felix even more aroused, Felix took your wrists with one hand and unbuckled his belt.

He released his hard member, the tip was dripping precum, he placed his hardness on your cheek and slid it between your tender lips, you sucked the tip of his long thick cock as you had done so many times before.

 Felix pushed your hair away from your face and began to move his hips back and forth, fucking your mouth, he pushed his cock in, and you began to choke and he pulled his cock out to let you breathe.

The corners of your lips were leaking saliva and Oliver was still very concentrated on eating your pussy making you come in his mouth, you let out a stream of excitement that stained his chin, he managed to take some and laughed.

You were still shaking a little, trying to recover from the shock of your orgasm.

Felix reached over and gave Oliver's chin a lick to taste you, Oliver grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him, then he slid his hand down Oliver's torso to his perfect abs and reached his hard member, Felix stopped him.

"Ollie... What are you doing?" stammered Felix.

"Easy, our girl likes it, don't you sweetie?" asked Oliver looking at you with a huge grin without stopping pumping Felix's member, you were so stunned, but nodded.

You really liked watching them touching each other the way they were touching each other.

Felix looked at you and hesitated a little, but he let Oliver lean into him and felt Oliver's juicy lips, he was different from you, he was much wilder, more disastrous, taking his member in, deep-throating it without hesitation.

He sucked him masterfully with determination, Felix began to gasp and moan as he watched you, you moved closer to him and kissed him, tasting yourself on him and watching as your friend gave your boyfriend a blowjob.

Oliver's blue eyes looked at you, he seemed to dare you to go to hell with him and take some of his king's sweet seed, you were willing to do it, but Felix grabbed your chin and kissed you to look away.

It was almost as if he was telling you, stay with me and let our pet finish his job, Felix moaned against your lips as he cummed, Oliver swallowed all his blessed cum and then came up to you and spit in your mouth and then kissed you.

It was strange to taste your boyfriend on your friend's lips.

Felix grabbed your arm pulling you away from Oliver to kiss you, you two devoured each other and Oliver watched completely ecstatic releasing his swollen and aching member.

When you and Felix saw him jerking off you both laughed at him.

"What?" laughed Oliver helplessly.

"Those aren't the rules here." You said crawling over to him pushing him down to lie on the floor and straddling him.

Oliver let out a small gasp as he felt your velvety wet walls squeezing his hardness.

He moved his hips upholding you by the hips, having the power even though you were riding him, your moans were loud, he pulled your hair to kiss you, his blue eyes were bright and devilish, he increased the thrusts, and you trembled every time you felt his balls against your wet and sensitive skin.

You cum arching your back, he held you back with his legs so you wouldn't fall and you milked every last drop of his cum from your tight pussy.

When you two finished, you were smiling and so was he, the only one who wasn't smiling was Felix.

"I think... I think we should rest..." suggested Felix with his head spinning.

You looked at Felix, he was so irritated that you nodded, and stood up with your legs shaking and Oliver's semen spilling between your legs.

Oliver stood up a little dizzy too, Felix took a couple of tissues and wiped the white traces off your crotch, threw the tissues in the trash can, and then put on your panties, lent you a sleep shirt that fit you like a dress and lent Oliver something to sleep in too.

The three of you slept cuddled up in Felix's bed, which wasn't very big, but Oliver didn't mind sleeping in the middle with your breath on his neck and your panties lightly wet against his thigh, you hugged him like he was your teddy bear and Felix just let you do it because it made you feel happy, even though he wasn't entirely happy.

Neither of you two knew that you had let a vile vampire into your relationship and that he would drink you empty.

Oliver closed his eyes with a huge smile, he would sleep like a baby, he was in bed with the king and queen, you thought he was a teddy bear, a mere pet.

He was the fucking dark king, and he would take it all from you.

@beebeetheclown

Oliver Quick 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.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Oliver isn't one to really put too much effort into aftercare if it's a casual encounter, but if his feelings run deeper? He'll be all over you, helping wipe you down, running you a bath, getting you a drink and a snack. He has a very Daddy vibe to him and it definitely shows when he wants to care for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of yours is your eyes - he knows it's a bit twisted, but he loves seeing you cry because you look so fucking adorable and vulnerable when you do it. And he''s the only one who's able to comfort you. Also loves your ass tbh. On himself, he loves his eyes as well, because he knows how pretty you find them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ollie's favorite place to cum is inside you, but if for some reason that's not an option, he loves cumming all over your face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has absolutely jacked off over your bed while you're sleeping, more than once while you're both at Saltburn. He can't even bring himself to feel guilty about it. It's your fault for looking so damn tempting.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Decent amount of experience, man knows what he's doing and knows more than enough to keep you satisfied.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press or any other position where you're underneath him. He likes being the one in control for the most part and having you beneath him, begging for his cock, is one of his most favorite sights.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Mostly serious! If he's very comfortable with you and trusts you, he might get a little goofy, but for the most part, fucking is a fairly serious endeavor for him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Y'all have seen the movie, I don't think I need to go into a ton of detail hehehe.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Eye contact is key for him. As mentioned before he loves your eyes, loves being as close to you as possible. He just wants to possess you and your love in every way possible.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This man masturbates so fucking much to pictures of you by the pool, photos he's managed to get of you while you're sleeping. He's like a fucking deviant. He sees you, gets hard, and has to excuse himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Daddy kink, blood kink, overstimulation are his big three. He also doesn't mind a bit of knifeplay or chaseplay.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In your bedroom or somewhere there's a risk of being caught. He quite enjoys the exhibitionist aspect of it as well as the inherent fear of being found.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you meet his eyes, when you cry, when you wear bottoms that show off your ass, pretty much just when you exist.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Don't think he'd be into fluids etc other than blood/spit/cum. But other than that, Ollie will try anything once.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving at any time of day, noon, or night. Gets fucking drunk off the taste of your pussy to the point that he'll just keep eating you out until you're sobbing and shaking beneath him. And even then, he'll keep going, telling you that you can give him another one.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes it rough but slow. Likes taking his time with you, bringing you to the edge then depriving you of what you want so desperately, teasing you over and over. He likes to make it last.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

In spite of his name, quickies aren't at the top of his to do list. Would much prefer a longer go.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Open to pretty much anything and absolutely loves engaging in risk taking behavior. Will do anything once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ollie can last a decent while and he also has a pretty quick recovery time. With minimal and short breaks, this man can keep you satisfied all fucking night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a wide variety of toys and uses them both on you and himself. Loves having you use a plug, watching you squirm in your seat at the thought of him fucking your pretty little ass later.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Absolutely loves teasing. He's so mean about it too, taunting you, edging you, then overstimming the fuck out of you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Very vocal about how good your pussy feels around him. Lots of grunting, rasping, and sometimes - on rare occasion, whimpering when you squeeze around him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Seems completely dom to you at first, but he's totally a switch. Loves it when you mix it up and take control.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y'all have seen this man is packing a magnum dong, I can't add any more than that.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Extremely high, but he likes testing himself, holding himself back until he can't take it anymore and just has to have you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes a while to fall asleep, longer than you do, just watches you, stroking your hair and enjoying the intimate little moment.