Im No Longer Ashamed Of My Love For Kili Durin.

…i laughed too hard

the name’s hwa.

yee-hwa.

i have had THE MOST tiring week of my life ( that may be an exaggerated statement but idgaf) and i don’t even get to rest this weekend..

I CANNOT DO THIS ANYMORE!!

FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK i got tomorrow tomorrow

rip angela carter for she too would have loved saltburn

rip mary shelly you would've loved saltburn

i am.. unwell.

i love arm

olivia benson in season 1 (1999)

he looks so grumpy. Ugh im in love

the way Oliver cocks his head at Venetia over breakfast the morning after their vampire scene while he watches her eat and Felix literally just sits there like this :

It's just so...*chef's kiss* and i'll never recover lol

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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The sound of gagging was penetrating the air, washing over the shrubs in the maze and our knees ached from kneeling on the hard ground but you couldn’t find in yourself to truly care. Felix was thrusting in and out of your mouth, his hand firm on the back of your head as he guided your movement, groaning and breathing heavily above you. 

Every now and then his hips would buck up, his cock touching the base of your throat and making you choke around him. His hand would loosen on your hair and the small strands that were still entwined between his fingers would help guide you up, petting you afterward when you were gulping in breaths of air that he had taken away. “Are you alright?” He asks softly and you nod, leaning up to take a kiss from his lips before enveloping his cock in your mouth once more. 

“So good—oh fuck, it’s so good. Good girl, such a good girl,” Felix moaned, his thumbs finding the tears on your cheeks and wiping them away.

oh christ

someones probably already done this but

put in the tags the first thing that comes up when you type:

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i'll go first

They're all besties your honor