#oliver quick image

[sincerelyverena]

this was a request, but unfortunately i posted the draft too soon and it took the message from my inbox. anon, i hope you're out there! in all seriousness, this was super fun to write and i hope to be doing more headcanons in the future.

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. . . OLIVER QUICK X GN!READER ‘and they called it puppy love.’ @ajs-222 @michael-loves-chickens @surazim @soocore @fedyascoffin

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in whichꕀ

✦ ﹒meeting, dating, sfw + nsfw headcanons

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✦ ﹒(n)sfw headcanons﹐friends to lovers ﹐blood kink ﹐marking kink﹐voyurism ﹐dominant!oliver﹐i've never written headcanons before, hope i've made you proud, anon !

meeting:

- You had first seen Oliver when Felix invited him over for drinks. On the contrary to your friends, you had found Oliver’s glasses, button-up shirt and how he stuck out as a sore thumb amongst your type of crowd to be quite charming. - At first, you tittered alongside your mates behind Oliver’s back. But as Farleigh pressured him into buying the table a round of knowingly expensive shots, both you and Felix didn’t hesitate to scold him. - Nevertheless, you and Oliver didn’t properly meet until Felix decided to play Cupid with you and convinced you to go along on a blind date. Your date? Oliver, who had ditched the glasses in favour of your attention and Felix’s opinion. - Oliver was exactly your type in every which way, which surprised you completely. He was a charmer, not to mention, insanely handsome. - The two of you engaged in conversation about your schooling, your dreams and your past. Although, you had noticed that Oliver notably held back on talking about his childhood. You wouldn’t press on about it, out of politeness. - The only downside to this little blind date was Felix and India’s horrible cooking, a strange rendition of spaghetti bolognese which you were on the verge of hurling back up. Something you and Oliver laughed about on the walk home. - Your first taste of the pasta would be when Felix convinced the two of you to reenact the scene from The Lady and The Tramp. Kissing Oliver felt good, but what didn’t feel good was the burnt taste of the meal you forced down your throat. - Oliver would walk you back to your dorm, where you hug him around the neck and kiss him on the cheek.

dating:

- Oliver likes to make his presence known. He doesn’t mind you having male mates but you can feel the tension in the air if he's by your side during any interactions. He’ll grab on your waist, and pull you a little closer. A reminder to everybody else that you’re his. - It can seem overbearing at times, but it is purely because Oliver thoroughly enjoys your presence and loves to be with you at any time of the day. He’s happiest when he’s around you. Don’t be surprised when he’s ringing on your phone, asking to see you when he was only in your bed a few hours prior. - Oliver loves to take care of you. He’d rather you sit back and allow him to fuss over you, no matter how much you claim otherwise. You’ll find yourself perched on your bed with him bustling around you, wanting to tend to your every need. It was a little startling at first, but now you just find it charming the way he likes to serve you. - As you’re the type to burn yourself out over your studies, Oliver is the first to tell you to take a break. He is always willing to bring your favourite snacks and drinks, and will virtually drag you out of your dorm room to get some fresh air — no matter how much you protest. - When close to finals, Oliver likes to take you for study dates. Tucked in the back of the library with food, nibbles and the material the both of you need to cram. More often than not, you find yourself falling asleep on his shoulder, papers sprawled across your lap. - You and Oliver always attend together to college parties the group is invited to, you love indulging in matching party outfits which Oliver begrudgingly wears — sometimes. And sometimes he likes to go out and pick said outfits with you. - As Oliver is your boyfriend, the group had taken a step back with their behind-the-back tauntings of him. You typically aren’t hesitant to tell somebody off for the harsh things they would say about him, but it wouldn’t soften their judgment in the slightest. Farleigh especially makes known his dislike for Oliver and tells you whenever he isn’t around that you deserve someone better. It had gotten to the point Felix had to step in before you raised a palm to slap the shit out of him. - At the bar, you tend to sit on Oliver’s lap whilst he nurses a drink in his palms. - Oliver likes to establish the fact that you are his and that he is yours, to the point that the entire campus is aware that the two of you are together. This gains him a little respect, even though Oliver had expressed he felt a little out of place in the high Oxford society. - Oliver likes to watch you dance at parties. On the dance floor, he sits aside and just observes as you have a good time with your mates.  - If another guy approaches you? That’s a different story. - Throughout your relationship, Oliver had begun to open up to you about his troubled childhood. You become someone for him to lean on, someone for him to turn to when things get hard. You constantly reassure him that family doesn’t have to be blood, but the people around him and that seems to comfort him enough. - It was no surprise that Oliver had asked you to come with him to his family estate for the summer, and with Felix’s permission, you had zero reason to say no. After finals, the both of you packed up and made your way to the spectacle that is Saltburn.

sfw:

- Oliver likes to lay on top of you while cuddling, tending to bury his head into the crook of your neck. The right position is enough for him to fall into a sleep slumber, with your hand particularly scratching the back of his scalp. Even though you feel like he’s crushing you sometimes, the feeling of his body weighing down on yours is too comforting for you to give a shit. - He prefers to hold your waist rather than your hand, especially through large crowds. This makes you feel as if Oliver is your protector, you feel safer, especially around a lot of people. His grip along your waist would tighten as he guides you in front of him, body a wall of protection against the world. - You tend to sneak into Oliver’s room at Saltburn in the early hours of the morning — Elspeth disallowed the two of you to share one — and cosied up in one of his spare shirts. Oliver places a hand over your mouth as you giggle, the two of you being careful not to wake up Felix who slept next door. - Loves to sneak up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck. Oliver tends to distract you with a few kisses here and there. Making it hard for you to think, and to do day-to-day things with your boyfriend in your presence. - Loves to kiss the back of your hands as a greeting. - Oliver is fascinated with you, he likes (and tends) to question how a person like you would ever give him the time of day. Whenever he voices this, you reassure him with a plethora of hugs and kisses, telling him that the two of you are just as deserving of the other. - He takes in every little thing you say. If you ever mention something you’re interested in, don’t be surprised if Oliver somehow finds a way to surprise you with it. This has caused you to stop spilling things around him, feeling bad he feels he has to fulfil your absentminded wishes. It doesn’t stop anything though, as Oliver finds out through your mutual friends your current desires. Bringing them to your doorstep every single time. - Oliver loves to give you spas to end a busy day. With his hands on your scalp, he washes your hair and every singular part of your body. It was like a ritual to him, as he takes the time to worship every inch of you. It's your favourite part of the day, to be this intimate with him. - He learns to cook for you, asking Felix for help before realising he had never touched a pot or pan in his very privileged life. And remember the very burnt spaghetti he had tried to cook the both of you. Oliver turns to the cooks at the college to help him, giving him tips and basic recipes for him to fulfil. Now, your at-dorm date nights are your favourite part of the week. - Oliver can act as tough as he likes, but around you, he’s a big baby.

nsfw:

- Seven inches, more closer to eight than not. Oliver’s uncut, with a pale length and a darker tip. He isn’t particularly worried about hair. He’s the biggest you had ever been with, and it was a bit of a struggle trying to adjust to him. Sometimes you think he’s even too big for you, but you’d never admit that. Unless you want a swelled ego. - If Oliver is a baby whenever he’s in your arms, then he’s domineering whenever he’s fucking you. It is as if he flips a switch whenever he’s the slightest bit horny, it's a little scary at times but for you, it became a bit of a turn-on. Oliver is just a testosterone monster. - Oliver doesn’t care what position y’all are doing, as long as he’s inside of you he’s fulfilled and happy. The two of you could be doing the most basic motions known to man and Oliver will make it feel, sound (and look) like a fucking porno. - He can be extremely filthy with his words, he loves to degrade you, knowing how hot you find it to be. Oliver takes pleasure in saying the most inhumane things to you as he pounds your brains out, possibly his favourite thing about fucking you. - He is a classified manhandler. - Oliver is a tease during sex. He loves to mindfuck you in any and every way possible until you’re begging for him. Even if it takes hours, he couldn’t give less of a fuck. Fucking Oliver Quick was like fucking a psychological thriller, it was nothing but pure insanity and nothing you had ever experienced before. - He loves to hear your pleas and whimpers, it is an insane turn-on for him. - Oliver doesn’t care where or when it happens if the two of you need some fulfilment, he’s going to please you anywhere regardless. Even if people are around? Nobody cares, well, at least to Oliver. They can watch, for all he thinks.  - So it isn’t a surprise that the two of you have fucked on every possible surface in Saltburn throughout your stay. Oliver’s personal favourite though has to be the thrill of fingering you at the dinner table or the lounge, edging you until the both of you returned to his room. - He loves it whenever you claw down the length of his back and shows off the marks proudly. He prefers for your nails to be longer, to sink them into his skin harder. Drawing blood was never a problem for Oliver, he takes some sort of sick pleasure out of it. - Blood kink. - Will feverishly give you oral out no matter what, even when you’re on your period (if that applies). Even if Oliver has to sneak underneath a table to do it, he will, and his mouth game is insane. That man has you trembling in seconds, and he loves it as much as you do. It had come to the point where whenever Oliver accidentally dropped a fork beneath the tablecloth, everybody coincidentally looked away. - The two of you are the type of couple you be fucking numerous times during the week. - And everybody knows.

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[sincerelyverena]

Hello!:D

I see your request post and I want to ask, can you write the reader cockwarming Oliver while he was studying in the library? Anw please stay safe and hydrated <33

this is the first oneshot that ive written after my hiatus and i enjoyed every single second, thank you for your request, anon! light, love and peace 🤍

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. . . OLIVER QUICK X GN!READER ‘i've gotta right my wrongs with you is where i belong.’ @ajs-222 @michael-loves-chickens @surazim @soocore @fedyascoffin

inbox is always open to requests!

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✦ ﹒a midnight study session with oliver takes a hot and heavy turn.

tagsꕀ

✦ ﹒smut ﹐kind of an established relationships ﹐sexual friends with benefits ﹐dom!oliver ﹐reader is kind of a goody two shoes ﹐in a library? have some decorum ﹐not sponsored by oxford

THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL BETA READER: @immortal101

Surprisingly, the library was dead silent at this time of night. In the light of finals approaching, you had expected for the media centre to be scattered with a few of your peers here and there. You were intent on studying in the comfort of your dorm, having loaned out the books you had needed, but Oliver had asked you to come around and help him out with some material he’d been struggling to learn. Begrudgingly, you agreed.

Ever since Oliver had accompanied your crowd — thanks to Felix — you had been one of the only ones in your social circle to have the dignity not to perceive him as a total outcast. Now, Oliver had ditched the glasses you considered to be cute and had taken on a completely new persona to fit in with the others. Maybe that was how he found the confidence to finger-fuck you in the back of the pub the other week.

That memory alone caused you to press your thighs together absentmindedly as you stalked the aisles of the library. The illumination was low, curtains drawn together at once to black out the moonlit sceneries of the college. You filled up your lungs with the scent of books, a couple of picks of parchment and leather you believed would help Oliver tucked into the fabric of the book bag around your shoulder. And you loved the smell of books.

Oliver was perched along the long wood of the table in the back of the library. Legs tucked underneath his chair. Papers are sprawled in front of him. He ran an anxious hand through the brunette tufts of his hair, scrutinizing the media in front of him with a careful eye.

“Oliver.” You prompted, causing his head to rise. The suppleness of his lips curved upward, almost foolishly at the side of you. “[Y/N].”

You approached him at once, wordlessly reaching into the book bag by your hip. You pulled out a few books of your choice on the topic Oliver was struggling with, placing each book atop the shiny, wooden table he leant over in a clean, neat pile. “Thank me later, Ollie.” You pronounce your words with each voluminous thud of the documents.

 “Oh, you didn’t have to.” Oliver raised a hand to scratch the back of his neck, he stared up through the fullness of his lashes. He seemed almost embarrassed that he needed your help.

You waved away his words, feeling slightly flustered at the sincerity of his words. “Don’t mention it, it’ll help you after all.” With a drag of your fingers, you pulled out the chair beside Oliver with a low creak of the legs towing against the ground. Sitting down, you incline a finger toward one of the notes Oliver had haphazardly jolted down. “And that’s wrong, by the way.”

Oliver leant back into the foundation of the chair behind him, stifling a groan by dragging a large palm down his face. He peeked out at you behind his fingers. “I think you need to reteach this to me from scratch.”

‘’ Well, that’s what I’m here for. ‘’ You were starting to realise how little Oliver actually knew. 

At once, you cleared your throat. You inclined a little bit forward, toward the cluster of papers that would make any educated person’s head spin. But you were accepted into Oxford for a good reason, and luckily for Oliver, this topic was a speciality of your own. Your words escaped you without hesitance, without doubt. 

You snatched one of the books you bought as a reference, eager to explain your viewpoints by pointing to various excerpts that Oliver could reference. But Oliver wasn’t looking at your hand, he was looking at you.

The book was slammed shut, and you caught your breath. “Any questions?”

Oliver stared at you, looking as if none of that information even set in. But you were none the wiser. His lips curved upward into a wide, sprawling grin as a husky laugh rumbled from the hue of his throat. “You know you’re brilliant, right?”

You laugh alongside him, shaking your head. Feeling giggly at the prospect of him complimenting you in that fashion.

You return back to the mini-lecture you were in the middle of, referencing the small sprawl of notes he had written prior. You inch over once more, shifting to the edge of your seat to reach his notebook placed specially over Oliver’s far side. Cursing a little under your breath, you lose your seating as you hear the chair shift under the curve of your ass.

That same ass that would’ve hit against the hard, wooden ground if a gentle arm didn’t steady the crook of your hips. Your fingers had met the flimsy paper of his notebook the moment you met the concealed heat of Oliver Quick’s bruising stare.

“You ought to be more careful, you know?” Amusement flittered through Oliver’s hues. His fingers, pressed against the curve of your hip, refused to fall away. It burnt through your skin, leaving you helpless to the feelings that circulate within. 

A soft, supple smirk crossed your lips. “All in the name of your education.”

“Maybe sitting on my lap would stop your fidgeting.” It came across as a joke, the way Oliver’s eyes crinkled after he said it. But you knew damn well, it was a suggestion. An offer, almost. The fashion in which he stared into you, a wordless plea. And the thought of moving your ass against the top of his thighs was ever so enticing to think about.

It was enough for you to rise yourself to your feet. “There’s only one way to find out.” You played along with his teasing nature, shuffling through the slight space between chair and table to reach him. Feeling the warmth of his legs through his pants. You shivered.

Oliver watched you intently as you plopped yourself atop his legs, his arms snaking around your hips to hold you in place. To place you against him. A foreign warmth filled you up, from head to toe.

“There you go,” Oliver whispered in the crook of your ear, the sound was throaty. Deep. Intense. He adjusted himself against you, shifting your body weight atop him as he got comfortable. And in the midst of that, you felt a familiar sensation press willingly against the centre of your cheeks.

You turned your head toward him at once, ignoring the blooming heat in your stomach. “Oliver!”

“What?” God, of course, he was smirking. 

You continued to scold him. “We’re supposed to be studying.”

“Or maybe as a bit of motivation,” Oliver purposefully lowered his voice once more, although nobody was really intending to walk foot into the study sanctuary at one in the morning. His eyes were filled with the similar inferno you felt ablaze in your core. “I could slip my cock inside of you and let it fill you up until we’re done.”

A soft groan escaped your lips, looking quite unamused with Oliver thinking with the wrong head. But the idea did seem bearable, as long as it wouldn’t get in the way of you playing teacher. You stared as he watched you for a couple of beats, unable to allow your mouth to quirk upward.

“Fine, I’ll play.” You turned back around, hearing Oliver’s chest rumble with another laugh.

The sound is cut off with the sharp hue of his flier unzipping. Pure, honeyed anticipation burnt underneath your skin as you felt Oliver’s hands return to your hips. Fingers rubbing soft circles into the curve of your skin before pushing down the thick fabric of the sweatpants you had lazily tossed on the half hour prior. 

“So,” Oliver drawled, with an air of casualty, as if he wasn’t preparing to sink his cock inside of you. His fingers pushed down the undergarments you wore, the cold air slapping against bare skin. ‘’ Where did we leave off? ‘’ “Right.” Your words fumbled slightly at the feel of his hands, guiding your hips to buckle upward. You could feel the heat of his length press against your entrance, and you bit down on your lip. Reminding yourself to focus.

Eyes cast upon the books strewn before you, you had continued to speak. Even as Oliver gradually sunk himself into you. You lowered your head slightly, back arched the slightest as you willed to take him further. Oliver was warm. He was perfect.

“God, you fit me so perfectly.” You praised his length without shame. You tore your gaze away from the stack of books before you, feeling Oliver’s knuckles rake against your bare hips. Trailing. Teasing. You’re unable to help but shift yourself against him, mewling at the pleasure that came with it.

Before you could even consider moving again, Oliver’s knuckles extended to long, nimble fingers. He grabbed you at once, holding you still and in place. A grin was visible on his face, eyes crinkling, taking amusement out of your desperation. “I didn’t say you could move yet, [Y/N].”

“You’re such a fuckin’ tease.”

Oliver continued to trail his knuckles against your hips. “I know.”

You continued to take him in. Hot and hardened inside of you. And studying while being stuffed with Oliver Quick’s cock was a different game completely. You had attempted to continue to explain the concepts to him, who listened intently as if he wasn’t balls deep inside of your heat that second. Your voice wasn’t a stranger to shaking or drifting off, resisting the urge to buck yourself against him. To seek the pleasure hung over your head.

Whenever you went long enough into a quiet, pleasurable silence, Oliver would do the same thing. His knuckles raked toward the top of your ass lightly before his palm clasps over one cheek, squeezing it between his fingers threateningly. But this time, he leant over, mouth at your ear. Then your cheek. Lips hot as Oliver pressed wet kisses down your skin, reaching a patch at your neck that made you involuntarily moan. Fingers curling around the book you held.

“I think you’re in need of a study break, arent’cha?” Oliver mumbled into your skin.

“We’ve barely gone over the —”

Before you could even finish your protests, Oliver reached forward to shove the material on the table to the floor in a flurry of papers and books. He snatched your waist in between his two, large palms, standing to his feet and keeping his length deep within you as he swept you off his lap. You slam against the wood of the table, to the point you can almost feel it splinter underneath your body. Then Oliver pulled out.

Before he drove back into you.

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