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?
concept: logan in a tutu and tiara
me and the logan hoes 😭
if i combust?? what then
Oh my lord.. what sentences do you think jacob would whisper in bed??🫣🫣
Hehehehe Jacob gives off dominant and very passionate. I would never get over that man.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“This is what you wanted right?”
“Take it…fucking take it”
“So fucking beautiful, look at you baby”
“Fuck…you’re so tight”
“Look baby, look at how daddy is stretching you”
“Stop running from it”
“Move your hand”
“I missed you my love”
“I need you, I need this, I need us”
“My pretty girl”
“So wet….is it for me?”
“Good girl y/n”
“you’re made for me”
“Let go for me, I’ve got you”
“I love you”
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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he’s kinda cute. cutest little omen of evil ive ever seen.
i was already pissed that i missed grabbing tickets for the free day today and now i find out im gonna miss the rare ugly omen of evil baby animal. there’s no hope for me
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
can’t even fault the cattons for being so horrifically stupid and easily manipulated because i too would allow this little freak into my life and take everything if he looked at me with those precious baby blues.
Just Oliver having to look up at people
kmt 🙄
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
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