I Love Him So Much. I Just Wanna Squish His Cheeks And Give Him Little Kisses. I Cannot 😭😭

i wanna write something…

a curse mark was found on a newborn’s back, the parents, afraid and disgusted by it, threw it into a ravine, only to get caught by creatures of the night, taught to survive and thrive at their hands, now, years later, a mysterious stranger turns up to the village.

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.

amen

WHERE ARE ALL THE FARLEIGH FICS???

istg imma have to write one myself… jk.. 👀👀unless

…i laughed too hard

the name’s hwa.

yee-hwa.

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

hiiiii love!!

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

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

me too dickie…me to

“𝖨’𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽.”

do they get delusional too?

do they over analyse every little interaction???

do they make up cute little scenarios in their head??

I HAVE TO KNOW!!!

i wonder how men act when they’re alone and they have a crush

i watched deadpool and wolverine last night at my university… let’s just say if the people in the room couldn’t already tell i was fatherless they sure as hell can now

Me:

What is it with me and angry men?

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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