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Creep | Oliver Quick

Though you can’t grasp exactly what, you know something is very off with your boyfriend’s peculiar new friend.

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, Stalking, Voyeurism, Cheating, Coercion, Blackmail, Drinking, Smoking, Unhealthy Relationship Dynamic

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

Felix’s long digits drum over your back as he pouts, “You really brought me here just to study, babe?” His raspy, flirtatious tone tugs your lips skyward. Still, your attention doesn’t stray from your laptop screen. Sentences bleed from your fingertips at a quick-fire pace. A little under three thousand words on Bentham’s theory of utilitarianism, due by Monday. The topic isn’t exactly thrilling but you have to hand it over in time.

“If I don’t ace this essay, I’m going to fail this class,” you absently reply. Failure. The one thing you literally can’t afford right now, though you forbear sharing that particular bit with Felix. Best he perceives your single-minded determination as a core stare of your character rather than what it actually is…a necessity, one born of dire circumstances.

He takes a long drag off his cigarette. Grey smoke floats around you, smudging the words on your screen. You repress tears as your eyes burn. You wished he’d curb the nasty habit. You’ve dropped hints before.

But no one tells Felix Catton what to do. Many would kill to even breathe the same nicotin-infused air as him. Felix is the sun and everyone on campus craves to be in his orbit, eager for the slightest chance to bask in his warmth, shower in his light.

You’re no different. The day he asked you out, a little over a year ago, you pinched yourself twice to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Felix Catton wanted…you? It couldn’t be real.

This was the boy you held in your heart for a decade, the only one you ever had eyes for.

And while your relationship suffered its share of hardships, namely Felix’s wandering eyes, you couldn’t picture life without him at your side.

He’s your everything.

He could hurt you a thousand times and you’d forgive him each of those times.

Felix’s bare shoulder grazes yours as he states, “They won’t fail you, not with who your dad is.”

Your stomach knots with his comment. Still, you shrug, pretending away the guilt steadily gnawing your insides.

“I don’t want to get special treatment just because of my family name, Felix,” you say, trying your best to sound nonchalant.

Though his smile never falters, his jaw ticks. “And I do?”

The ice in his tone scatters in your veins. Immediately, you discard your homework, concerned gaze finding his.

“I’m not saying that.” When Felix doesn’t respond, panic roars inside you. You touch his exposed chest to bring his attention to you. He doesn’t move. “I didn’t say that.”

A thick blanket of silence engulfs the room and your airways constrict. It feels as if your heart is on the verge of collapse as you wait for a reaction from your boyfriend, his chestnut gaze glued to the ceiling.

His head turns to you slowly. He releases a large puff of smoke in your face. Tears rush to your eyes, filling them to the brim.

Felix shrugs.

“It sounded like you did. A little. But that’s okay.” His tone is mellow in that way that oozes displeasure. “I’m just a legacy kid getting by on his trust fund and good looks, right?”

Your mouth quakes and he bursts out a chuckle. He cups your cheek, a wide grin breaking onto his face. “I’m just fucking with you, babe.”

You swallow your budding tears, wiping your eyes swiftly as Felix reaches around you to put out his cig in the ashtray.

You punch him in the chest, your own laughter bubbling out.

“You’re an arsehole.”

His grin expands. Twining your fingers with his, Felix’s tone gets softer.

“I wanted to ask…” He trails off, brown gaze clinging to yours. “Can Ollie come to the party you and Anabel are throwing tonight?”

You tilt your head in befuddlement. “Ollie?”

He traces the lines in your palm, adding absently, “Yeah, Oliver. I told you about him. Saved my arse when my bike broke.”

“Right, bike guy,” you say, remembrance hitting you. You tilt your head. “What’s he like?”

Felix sighs.

“He doesn't have too many friends. He's also had a rough upbringing. So I thought we could help him a little, you know?” You study him. However casual your boyfriend attempts to sound, you instantly recognize what this is. Yet another try at playing knight in shining armor. Whoever this Oliver guy is, he’s now become your boyfriend’s side project. His charity case possibly.

“He’s not like us so we could try to be nice.”

Not like us. You mask your discomfort with a bright smile.

About a year ago, your dad’s company filed for bankruptcy. Thankfully your scholarship still allows you to attend Oxford, but your lifestyle has drastically changed. No more shopping sprees. No more casual leisure trips to Europe. No more frivolous spendings with daddy’s black card.

The last straw was when your father emptied every account, including your trust, and left the country without as much as a goodbye text. Since those events, your mother has taken refuge at the bottom of a whisky bottle. You can barely get a hold of her these days.

So not only are you penniless, you might as well be an orphan.

Felix is all you have left. You can’t risk him finding out the truth. He can never know about the part time jobs you’ve had to take to cover tuition costs or the small flat your mum had to move into after your father had to sell the family manor. He might think you’re beneath him now, working class, destitute. Or worse, he might pity you, treat you like a charity case too.

You follow the curve of his dark brow with your thumb, sweeping over his silver stud.

“Hm, sure. I can be nice,” you promise.

“I know you can,” he teases, large hands pulling on your thighs to spread you across his lap.

You squeal before scolding him, “Felix…I really really need to finish this essay.”

His eyes darken with lust as he licks his lips. He wiggles his hips, causing the bulge in his jeans to rub against your clothed center. Your breath hitches. “And I really really need you to take care of this for me.” His hoarse, desperate inflection makes your core clench. His palms run over your thighs beneath your short dress. “Just five minutes? Come on, I’ve been hard for like an hour, babe.”

He hums, already playfully fiddling with the edge of your lace panties.

“It’s your fault for wearing this fucking pink dress. You know the way your ass looks in it drives me crazy.”

You resolve crumbles beneath Felix’s heated stare. You can never tell him no. And he knows that. Releasing a deep sigh, you relent.

“Five minutes,” you offer.

He slides one finger inside your weeping core. As you draw a sharp breath, Felix beams.

“It’s all I need,” he coos.

The party’s at his height, loud music blasting from the gigantic speakers and glow sticks waving in the pitch blackness of the underground cellar. You thread your way between tipsy students, carrying two cups of beer in your hands.

As you reach the VIP corner, you hand Annabel her drink. The redhead mumbles her thanks as she bobs her head to the music. You peer at your surroundings, glad to see everyone having fun.

It’s a frank success. Pride trickles inside you at that. It’s been hard collecting pockets of free time to put it together between classes and assignments. But you did it.

Truthfully, you’re also craving some fun tonight. All you’ve done lately is studying. You miss the days when you were more carefree, unconcerned about your grades deciding the course of your future.

You glance down at your watch, scowling as you notice the time. He was supposed to be here three hours ago.

“Where’s Felix?” you ask Venetia. Your boyfriend’s sister lazily opens her eyes, a drunken smile spreading onto her lips. She shrugs. “Don’t know. Haven’t seen him around.”

You pivot to the rest of the group.

“Have you guys seen him tonight?”

Annabel shakes her head apologetically while Farleigh brings his blunt to his mouth with a taunting smile.

“Desperate much?” he teases.

“Farleigh, come on,” Anabel chastises. She bumps her shoulder into yours, her expression sympathetic. “Don’t mind him, you know he’s always a jerk after a few drinks.”

Farleigh sighs. “Darling, you know I love you. It was just a joke.”

“A joke, right…” you mumble. Your cheeks heat though you try not to let your feelings show. Still, Farleigh’s words linger in your head. Maybe you’re being too clingy. It’s something you should mind. What if you became too needy and Felix grew bored of you? It’s not like he wouldn’t find a replacement for you in a heartbeat.

You lie back on the plush couch, sipping from your beer cup as your friends continue their chat. The conversation has long since stopped making sense, fueled by drug-inspired ramblings. Your attention is halved by your straying train of thoughts, the current whereabouts of your boyfriend still at the forefront of your brain.

Another hour flies by before Felix’s towering frame finally pierces through the crowd. A smaller boy trails behind him, his expression mirroring that of a lost puppy. He adjusts his glasses, awkwardly avoiding the drunken bodies around him. The word “Sorry” doesn’t stop pouring from his mouth.

You realize this must be Oliver. Astonishment flows through you. This isn’t the kind of company Felix traditionally keeps. But you elect to try your best to be nice and welcoming.

It’s what Felix asked of you after all. Besides, entering a new group of people cannot be easy, your tight-knit circle having known each other since kindergarten for some.

You don’t miss Anabel’s fleeting, condescending glance as she takes in Oliver though. Getting her assent to let him come had been a hassle, as she regards him as some weird, scholarship kid who’d just bring the mood down. But you insisted and she finally caved.

You trade a meaningful look with her, silently nudging her to be nice. The redhead practically rolls her eyes but squeezes her lips shut. Annabel may be one of your best friends but even you’re aware that she can be quite snobbish at times.

A sullen expression decorates your face as Felix enters the private booth.

“You’re late,” you blurt out. Farleigh snickers behind you and your cheeks flare. But everything around you fades as Felix grabs your face and presses feverish lips over yours. Your irritation melts in the heat of the passionate kiss.

When he frees your mouth, his thumb runs over your swollen bottom lip as he explains casually, “Yeah we were just hanging out and we lost track of time.”

He then introduces the shy boy.

“That’s Ollie.”

“Nice to meet you,” he stutters.

“Likewise,’ you reply smiling.

You gauge him. Beneath the large glasses, you note the slanted blue eyes and soft, round boyish features. Felix’s friend is cute. If only he weren’t so painfully awkward.

“You should sit with us. There’s plenty of space,” you say.

Felix draws you onto his lap as he sits. Oliver takes a nervous seat next to the two of you. His eyes keep rising to Felix, as if seeking perpetual approval from your boyfriend. You’re a little perplexed. Farleigh hands Felix a spliff and he lets his hand rest on your thigh while taking a long drag from it.

“So, where are you from exactly?” you ask Oliver.

His gaze on you and Felix is sharp, somehow constantly darting to where your boyfriend’s holding you.

“Prescott,” he answers.

You mull over his response. It’s a few hours away from Oxford. You don’t know much about it. Though, based on what Felix implied about the way he grew up, you expected him to originate from a rougher area. Prescott doesn’t seem too awful.

“Prescott? They must be proud of you back home, especially your parents.”

“Probably not, actually.”

Your curiosity is piqued. “Why are you saying that?”

Oliver shrugs. His eyes find the floor before meeting yours again.

“Just don’t talk to them much,” he mutters. “They got problems and stuff…”

You slant your head. “Problems?”

Felix’s hand tightens atop your thigh. “Babe, that’s enough prying, don’t you think?”

“I’m just making conversation, trying to get to know him.”

“You’re embarrassing him, babe.”

Oliver’s blue gaze lifts to yours, his face unreadable.

“No, it’s fine,” he says, though you detect a slight edge to his timbre that wasn’t there before. A small smile tugs his lips. “I don’t mind questions. Got nothing to hide.”

You nod. An icy tickle blooms at the base of your spine, scattering outward as Oliver’s intense focus doesn’t leave you. You turn away, shifting your attention to your boyfriend. Throughout the entire night, a strange sensation thunders through you, like the lightning before the storm. You can’t explain it. It’s like the world shifted off its axis, though you can’t pinpoint the reason.

Thankfully the strangeness is cast aside by Felix’s soft lips and heady, masculine scent. As the party goes on in the background, the two of you sneak away. You end up making out in a dark corner, Felix’s greedy hands slipping beneath your short skirt to grab a fistful of your ass. He pinches your flesh and you squeal.

A warm chuckle spills from his lips as he peppers tender kisses alongside your neck.

“Let’s go back to my dorm,” he whispers.

You readily agree. He takes your hand and the two of you hitch a ride back to campus. The two of you giggle in the backseat of the car every time the driver berates you for getting too handsy with each other. You laugh it off all the way back to his room, lips locking as you cross the threshold. You jump to wrap your legs around Felix’s tapered waist. He purrs, his hands latching around your hips, pulling you closer. He pushes you against a wall, tracing a scorching path in the valley between your breasts. Moaning, you toss your head back.

As your eyes flutter however, you catch sight of a silhouette standing outside Felix’s window. Your heart bounces, your eyes growing saucer-wide. You gasp and leap away from Felix.

“What the fuck?” he curses as you race to the window. Chest pulsing with your quick heartbeats, you peel the window open to peek outside. The cold night air whisks inside the room. Goosebumps break out on your skin.

Your gaze wanders, searching the darkness. Confusion swells within you as you find nothing. Nothing but greenery, the same trees and grass flanking your path whenever you stroll through campus.

“There was someone outside, w-watching us,” you stammer.

Felix’s frustrated breath grazes the back of your neck. “Babe, there’s no one out there.”

You squint, dumbfounded when nothing but pitch blackness stares back at you. For a minute, you really believed someone stood there. In fact, whoever they were bore a peculiar resemblance to…

You catch yourself before finishing the thought.

Now that’s just crazy.

“But I saw…”

Felix shifts your body towards him. He cups your cheeks and rasps, “Hey. Hey, look at me. There’s no one but us here.” His lips collide with yours. He starts groping you again and you push him off you, stunned that he wants to have sex at a time like this.

“No, Felix, I-I can’t.”

He stumbles back and scoffs, “Oh.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you inquire, glowering at him.

His gaze flicks over you, his expression cold. “All that teasing just to leave me high and dry?”

“Felix, wait…”

He avoids your touch, collecting his jacket from the bed when your fingers stretch towards him.

“It’s fine. I’m just gonna have a smoke. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Your stomach sinks.

“O-Okay,” you say as your hand retreats to your side.

The door slams shut and you collapse on Felix’s bed. Your eyes veer to the window once more. You could have sworn you caught a glimpse of someone. Maybe all those late nights writing essays and revising for the upcoming exams are slowly catching up to you, dragging you to the brink of madness.

Felix doesn’t call you the following day. Of course he doesn’t. You broke the mood. You acted weird. What reason does he have to want to be around you again? It’s bad enough you neglected him in favor of your assignments and club activities for the last few weeks. Now you can’t even enjoy the sparse time you have together.

Still, you flip your phone open all day long, longing for a word from him, any trivial, insignificant word.

You get nothing.

You gloomily drag your feet around campus and somehow find your way in one of the empty student lounges, save Farleigh and Venetia. Lying flat on the carpeted floor, eyes glued to the ceiling, the two of them are sharing a spliff. You wedge yourself between them, lying on your back also. You steal the roll from Venetia’s fingers and bring it to your lips. Your throat burns and you cough as you inhale a puff. Venetia’s lips curve upward as your eyes water.

“You gotta take it easy the first time,” she says, amusement lighting her olive orbs. “Tiny inhales.” She shows you how and you mimic her gestures. You go slower the second time and a pleasant numbness sets into your limbs. Your eyes shut. You kind of get it now. For the first time in several weeks, your mind’s almost at rest, your stormy thoughts quieted.

“You don’t smoke,” Farleigh notes near you.

“I am today.”

“You guys will be fine,” Venetia assures. “You’re always fine.”

Your eyes open, settling on the pristine white ceiling.

“I fucking hate him sometimes.” You pause, sucking a deep breath. “But I love him more.”

“Yep, that’s Felix,” they utter in unison.

You heave out a weary sigh. They grew up with him. They know better than anyone, how sweet and wonderful he can be, but also cruel and careless sometimes.

Just like the sun, Felix’s light can also burn whoever gets too close.

For a while, the three of you hang out in silence, the spliff switching hands every once in a while. Eventually, each of them rises, leaving you to your mopey thoughts.

Before taking his leave however, Farleigh whispers in your ear,

“Oh and darling, next time you wear a rental…make sure the price tag isn’t sticking out. It gives you away.”

You sit up immediately. A smile dances on the boy’s lips as he disappears. You grab the back of your neck, face warming as you feel the tag poking through the collar of your shirt.

You nearly forgot you’re due to return the designer piece in two days’ time. You can’t believe someone noticed. Though you suppose if anybody would, it’d be Farleigh. Nothing gets past his keen eye. You surmise it was a necessity with the way he grew up. Learning to read people, knowing what makes them tick, being able to spot a pretender from a mile away…which you are now.

Maybe it’s ludicrous, acting like you can still afford to live like this, like your life wasn’t turned upside down.

Still, you can’t fathom the alternative. The judgement, the pity, from your friends…from Felix. The thought alone makes you sick. The echo of Anabel’s voice as she disparaged Oliver’s background a few days ago never left you.

Dunno what Felix even sees in him. He’s some weird scholarship kid who buys his clothes at Oxfam.

That was harsh…and made you wonder what your best friend would have to say about your current situation.

So you’d rather lie, even if you sometimes look like a fool doing so.

You swallow a wide lungful, willing yourself to be calm. You repeat the mantra, again and again. You’re okay. You’re okay. You just need to keep your grades up and get through the semester.

The rest of the week is hell. Felix all but ignores you, not even sparing you a glance when he brushes past you in the university corridors. The itch to talk to him sears inside you. Unfortunately, he’s always surrounded by a swarm of people, the center of attention as usual, making approaching him near impossible. You can’t picture bringing up your relationship problems in front of so many eyes.

Besides, you don’t want to project desperation, Farleigh’s pointed gibe still resonating in your mind. You need to play it cool, wrap yourself in a disguise of indifference…despite the way you wither away every second he’s not texting you back.

The agonizing wait is made worse by him. He’s everywhere now. Wherever Felix goes, he goes too. Oliver Quick has essentially become your boyfriend’s shadow. Whether in class, at pub meetups, at parties, the quiet, nervous boy never abandons Felix’s side, always peering up at him with those round baby blues of his, a strange mix of admiration, devotion and…something else you can’t pinpoint etched on his face.

It’s sort of creepy in your opinion.

Though you’d never say it aloud. For some reason, Oliver’s his new toy. And you’re acutely aware of how Felix is with his toys. He plays with them for a while then moves on to the next fancy, shiny new one. He did it to Eddie before. Now Oliver.

And maybe it’ll be your turn one day…if you don’t do something.

It’s how you end up in front of his dorm one night, already tipsy from half a bottle of vodka. Liquid courage to get you to knock on his door. It’s pathetic. Of course it is, but you just can’t wait anymore.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and shaking off your nerves. Your knuckles are less than an inch from the door when a broken whimper reaches you from the other side of Felix’s door.

Brows furrowing, you place your ear against the wood. You hear a moan this time. Deep, distinctive, masculine…familiar. Your heart stops.

You plummet to your knees, peering through the keyhole. You feel wrong for doing so, for invading Felix’s privacy like this. But guilt crumbles beneath the weight of heartbreak at what you witness.

You almost find yourself wishing you hadn’t looked. Almost.

Rivulets of anguish flow down your face as you watch your best friend and boyfriend lip-locked, practically swallowing each other’s faces. Their clothes aren’t off but the urgent way they’re grinding against each other is a dead giveaway as to what’s to come.

Legs trembling, you stumble back from the door. You shouldn’t have come. This was a mistake. You’re a fool.

You drunkenly stagger through the corridors, clinging to the walls each time you almost trip over your own feet.

You wind up slumped on some stairs, too inebriated to carry yourself much further. Your lids sag as you exhale. More hot tears spill down your cheeks. Your chest aches, a knife piercing through your heart as the memory of Annabel and Felix lost in the throes of passion fleets across your brain. Why are you even shocked? It’s not like you never caught Anabel leering at him while she thought you weren’t looking. And it’s not like Felix is some kind of saint. Still, you can’t help but feel massively betrayed. You thought you meant more to him. You thought they wouldn’t…not with each other.

When your eyes flutter open, you find a pair of intense cobalt orbs studying you.

“Oliver…” you mumble. In your drunken stupor, you don’t bother wondering how he got here, seemingly materializing from thin hair.

He hunkers in front of you. His scent tickles your nose and it twitches. The smell of his cologne is so strikingly reminiscent of the one Felix wears. A wave of emotion engulfs you. Sobs shake your frame as you shrink against the wall.

Oliver’s gaze rises to your weeping face as he questions, “Are you okay?”

“M’fine…” you slur, wiping your snotty nose. You must look a fright, a pathetic heap of tears aimlessly wandering the university corridors.

He tilts his head. “You don’t look fine.”

You consider Oliver. He is cute, which you noticed before. And in the dimly lit stairway, his blue eyes burn even brighter. You loathe that Felix is allowed to hurt you the way he did and can just…keep on. If your friends aren’t off-limits, why would his be?

You bat your lashes at Oliver.

“You got any alcohol?”

His lips curve upward as he rasps, “Would you like me to have alcohol?”

How did you end up there? The question keeps swirling in your head as Oliver’s mouth hungrily devours yours, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer. He trails fevered kisses down your neck and you squirm. As his teeth sink into the flesh at the crook of your neck, you let out a sharp cry. You tug on his dark locks and Oliver growls against your skin. The pain mixes with pleasure in your haze. His tongue then circles where he punctured your flesh, dragging slowly as an elated purr rises from his chest. His hard-on presses into your thigh. Alarm bells ring inside your mind.

It’s all a little too real, you realize. You got carried away. You draw back, pushing against his chest. “Oliver, wait…”

You might as well have said nothing, your words falling to unlistening ears as Oliver grabs your wrists and nudges you on the bed on your back. You peer up at him. Lust darkens his blue gaze, making him appear almost inhuman in the darkness.

Your mouth wobbles.

Pinning your wrists at your sides, Oliver kisses you senseless. Soon his lips are tracing a scorching path down your body, his hands moving to peel off your short skirt and panties.

His attentive gaze doesn’t leave yours as he sluggishly drags the tiny layer of lace down your legs.

His throat bobs when your bare cunt is exposed to him.

Biting his bottom lip, Oliver crawls his way to your core. Your legs quake. There is a strange glow in his eyes that sends chills down your back.

“Oli-” you start, but the protest dwindles in a helpless whimper when Oiver buries his head between your thighs and flicks his tongue against your bundle of nerves. Oliver’s firm hands clasp around your thighs, keeping you in place when you attempt to close your legs. He greedily eats you out, fingers digging into your soft flesh. He suckles your tender button in his mouth and your eyes roll back. Your fingers get lost in his dark mane as your back arches against the sheets. Oliver’s feverish tongue sweeps around your folds and you grow weaker, slumping against the pillow.

Quickly, stars dangle in your vision. Your fists tighten around the sheets while your legs turn to jelly. A long breath flows from your lips.

You don’t remember ever coming that hard before, not even with Felix.

Tingles are still dancing over your legs as a sliver of clarity returns to you.

Oliver’s tongue slowly moves, collecting the remnants of your essence off his lips as a look of sheer bliss decorates his face. You shiver.

You try to move off the bed. “I think that’s enough,” you say, folding your knees.

Oliver’s mouth quirks lopsidedly. “Oh, we’re nowhere near done, luv.”

Much quicker than you, Oliver slithers his way up your body and cages you beneath his frame. He steals your lips in a hungry kiss, trapping your wrists above your head. His fingers are tight enough that you just know it’ll bruise. You taste your own bittersweet flavor on his tongue. His hand creeps under your shirt, groping your tits. He plants urgent pecks on your face, dragging his teeth along your jaw.

“Oliver, please…” you beseech, shock making your voice shake.

He sinks a finger between your slick walls. Your stomach tightens.

Oliver releases your swollen lips and twists his finger inside your core. Your breath hitches.

He smiles down at you.

“But you’re gushing down there, luv. This is what you want.”

Your face warms. You hate that he’s right, that your body clings to him, making space you wish it didn’t…almost inviting his actions.

But Oliver’s mouth and hands are far too good at knowing which buttons to press to turn you into a whimpering mess. Shame pools in your gut as sharp keens leave your lips.

He pumps inside you at a steady pace, his thumb teasing your heap of sensitive nerves every once in a while, pressing until you cry out. He adds another finger and the air in your lungs falters. His hands feel everywhere at once, his teeth and mouth scattering marks all over your body.

He doesn’t stop until you clench around him, soaking his hand with your juices when you shatter with a high-pitched wail.

You crash over the pillows. Your body is still coming off the high. Half-lidded eyes blindly rise to the ceiling. Oliver yanking off his shirt and discarding his pants doesn’t register, not fully, the entire bottle of vodka you emptied before making your mind slow.

He’s suddenly inside you, his thick length splitting you apart as he places his forearms besides your head.

Your lips part in a quiet shout. It feels like if you might break, your walls aching as they stretch around him.

He begins to rail into you, each of his thrusts blunt and animalistic. As if he were possessed by some beast. You know it’s ludicrous. But as the lewd clapping of your damp skin against his rises each time he buries himself balls-deep inside you…it’s how you feel. Like a wild animal somehow broke free and started rutting into you.

Your head lolls against the pillows, your thoughts going blank every time he grazes your sweet spots. Your fingernails rake down his back.

“Does Felix fuck you like this?” he rasps. He presses his chest against yours, his cock hitting an angle that draws a lengthy moan from you. A crooked smile ghosts over Oliver’s lips. “Or maybe more like this…”

His warm breath fans over your earshell.

“Tell me luv… How do our cocks compare?”

When you don’t respond, he roughly shoves inside you, his fingers cinching around your windpipe. You gasp in horror, gaping at him through tear-filled eyes.

“Answer me,” he instructs, his voice deeper than before.

“Y-You’re bigger than he is,” you sputter, struggling to get the words out with his hand squeezing your throat.

A peculiar blend of excitement and disappointment swims in his gaze when you answer.

You weakly claw at his chest, squirming beneath him. He doesn’t let you go, bending to shove his tongue in your mouth. He drags his tongue over your face, licking your hot tears. Sobs jostle your frame.

“Oliver, please,” you repeat.

He shushes you, framing your chin. His thumb follows the outline of your bottom lip, bleeding and swollen from all his rough kisses.

“Stop fighting it. Be a good girl.” He showers tender pecks across your collarbone before softly whispering against your temple, “Or I’ll tell Felix everything. That you came onto me, begging me to fuck you.” His devilish smile sears into your skin. “I’ll tell him what a good little slut you were for me.”

Your stomach drops. Oliver collects your tears with his fingertips. He shoves his fingers in his mouth, emitting a throaty moan at the taste of your despair. He then dips those same fingers in your mouth, his pelvis snapping into yours.

“It’s beautiful, how much you love him,” Oliver mumbles, growing harder inside you as a fresh wave of tears brim beneath your lashes. “You’re beautiful. I can see why he always comes back.” He rests his forehead against yours, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips.

“Maybe I’ll keep you for myself when this is all done.”

The awakening in the early morning is rude, the wicked headache and ache in your limbs reminding you of last night’s events right away. Strips of sunlight sneak between the curtains, caressing your face. The usually pleasant warmth does nothing to soothe your frayed nerves. Your stomach clenches as you peer at your side. Oliver’s completely naked, only wearing the silver chain always around his neck. His arm is lazily spread over your belly. You don’t dare move, fearing he’ll wake up.

What would you even say?

This is a disaster. You somehow ended up in Oliver’s room and…had sex with him.

You swallow a shaky sob as your gaze travels low. Your panties are torn, which you didn’t notice last night. At least your clothes can still be worn, lying in a messy heap at the bottom of the bed. Carefully, you writhe your way out of Oliver’s hold and grab your clothes.

You hastily put your skirt and shirt back on, trying not to cry when you realize you’re going to have to walk back to your dorm without your knickers. Heat rushes to your cheeks.

You toss a glance behind you, relieved when you find him still sleeping soundly.

You climb off the bed. Your heart leaps when the mattress squeaks as you rise.

Pulse quickening, you head for the door.

Pain radiates through your lower body when you move. You stagger the rest of the way, constantly tugging on your short skirt as you pray not to encounter any strong gust of wind on the way back.

Before leaving, you look back.

Oliver’s still sprawled on his side on the bed but his eyes are wide open now.

No word leaves his mouth as he studies you in silence.

A wide, lazy smile slowly unfans on his lips.

Your blood turns to ice. Fumbling with the doorknob, you scurry outside the door.

Once you’re outside, you slam the door closed.

You dart panicked glances around the corridor. Relief fills you when you note that it’s empty. For now. It won’t be long before students start milling about.

You shamefully return to your dorm. The entire walk back, paranoia lurks at the edge of your mind. You keep wondering if every stranger you come across can tell what you did.

And you keep hoping not to run across anyone you know.

When you reach your bedroom, you lock the door. You make a beeline for the bathroom. You need a shower, expeditiously. Oliver’s smell still lingers on you. When you catch your disheveled reflection in the bathroom mirror, you’re shocked. You approach the mirror on unsteady legs. You crane your neck, your fingertips skimming over the two puncture wounds on your neck. A cool wave ripples down your back. It’s twisted. You feel like a character in a Polidori’s tale. Except this is reality somehow.

The one where you have to face the fact that you shagged your boyfriend’s new friend…and you’re not even entirely sure that you wanted it. Your mind throbs as you search through your memories. You changed your mind midway through. Oliver did not care.

Oliver did not care…

The ghastly realization has you keel over the toilet bowl to empty the meagre contents of your stomach. You slump to the floor and start quivering over the bathroom floor.

A sudden knock on your door has you rising from the floor.

Your heart skips a beat when you glance through the peephole.

“F-Felix?” you stutter, panic hitting a peak inside you.

His deep voice penetrates through the door.

“Hey, can we talk?” he asks.

He sounds heartbroken, desperate. You almost unleash a sigh. You recognize this. You’ve been there before. This is a rollercoaster you can never get off of, the thrill when you’re high up entirely too intoxicating.

“Right now is not the best time.”

He heaves out a deep sigh. You can literally picture his kicked puppy expression, even with the door between you two. Your heartstrings flutter as you lean against the door. The craving to toss yourself in his arms wars with the sizzling betrayal still sitting in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck. Are you still mad at me?”

Swallowing the surge of tears, you reply, “No. Just feeling a bit rough. Had a tad too much to drink last night.”

“I could take care of you…”

You nibble your lip. It’s tempting. He’s done it before. Bought you pastries and showered you with kisses and cuddles until you got better. When he wants, Felix can be the perfect boyfriend. When he wants.

“No,” you say firmly. “What do you want, Felix?”

“Can’t you just let me in, just for a minute, babe?” His pleading inflection shatters your meek fences.

“The park. In two hours,” you concede. “I got microeconomics right now, can’t miss it.”

“Thank you. Thank you.”

He’s overjoyed. You can’t bear it anymore. You race back to the bathroom as another wave of queasiness engulfs your insides.

Jittery steps lead you through the park as you rejoin him under an oak tree. You spent the last hour in class totally unfocused, your chest tight as you dreaded how this conversation would go.

“Felix,” you greet.

He wraps his arms around you. You remain still in his embrace, the distinctive scent of his cologne floating around you. You feel sick. Now it doesn’t remind you of Felix anymore.

“I really missed you.”

“Didn’t seem like it,” you mumble coolly.

His long exhale tickles your shoulder. “I know. I’m a wanker.”

“More like a selfish arsehole.”

His hold on you slackens as he draws back a little.

A look of hurt and shock covers his face. He isn’t used to you speaking to him so harshly. To him, you’ve only ever been sweet and forgiving. His brows crumple.

“I deserve that.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Listen I… I almost did something awful last night.”

“What thing?” You fiddle with the scarf around your neck. It’s the sole last minute resort you found to conceal the mark decorating your throat.

Of course you know exactly what thing Felix is referring to. You saw it with your own eyes, that thing. If it weren’t for that, you may not be a complete wreck today.

“Doesn’t matter, cause I stopped. It’s not who I want to be anymore.” He cups your face, warm brown gaze diving into yours. “You make me better.”

Words leave your mouth without forethought.

“Who was it this time?”

He hesitates, his jaw tensing. But beneath your heavy stare, he finally caves in.

“It was Annabel.”

“Oh.”

The knife inside your chest twists. It’s one thing to know, to have seen. It’s another to hear it confirmed from your boyfriend’s own mouth. Last night wasn’t some dragged out nightmare; it was reality. When you turn your head, Felix pivots it back to him.

Sincerity vibrates in his tone.

“I ended up kicking her out though.” He wipes the single tear that spills down your cheek. “All I could think about was you, the entire time.” He strokes your face. “You’re the only one for me, babe. This is the last time. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Fuck…”

You spot something you never heard in Felix’s voice before. Fear. And instantly, you break.

He leans his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he states.

You’re dumbstruck. Those words have crossed Felix’s lips at least a thousand times. He’s said them to so many, even strangers…but never to you.

He came close a few times, but never has he been this clear, firm, his meaning unmistakable. Butterflies swarm your stomach.

“I love you,” he repeats.

Felix plants a feverish kiss on your lips, leaving them tingling when he releases you.

“I love you too,” you whisper as your hot breaths mingle.

A sunny smile breaks out on his face.

“No more lies from now on.”

A sinking feeling spreads through you, but you ignore it, returning his smile.

“No more lies,” you echo. Guilt eats at you the second you utter the words.

Felix’s attention veers from you as he waves at someone behind you.

“Hey, Ollie,” he shouts.

The air around you plummets to a few degrees. You go still against Felix, nudging a shaky smile onto your lips.

“I need to go to class,” you chime.

You don’t even turn around, his presence alone sending your senses into alert.

Confusion scrunches Felix’s features.

“Your next class isn’t for another hour.”

You pat his chest, willing yourself to sound more cheerful than you feel.

“Just got some studying to catch up on beforehand.”

Felix’s fingers cling to yours as you try to leave.

“I’ll see you tonight at the pub?”

“Sure.”

He doesn’t let you go until you give him another lengthy kiss. You’re uncomfortable, the weight of a certain somebody’s stare drilling holes into your back.

Things recede to relative normalcy, in some ways better than before, and in others worse. Better because of your relationship with Felix. It improves tremendously. He dotes on you more than he ever has, showering you with gifts and small attentions.

Worse because he’s still there, his unsettling presence the dark cloud over your rekindled romance. Each time you’re forced to be around him, there’s a knowing, smug glint dancing in his eyes, a subtle smile tugging his lips skywards. Perpetual fright eclipses your happiness, all because of Oliver Quick.

What if he told Felix everything? This was a mistake and you’re fairly sure you tried to stop it. You still have nightmares about that night, the way he held you down and wrapped his hand around your neck, stealing your air and ability to defend yourself.

You were helpless. Even letting Felix touch you is hard now, the memory of what Oliver did to you seeping through the cracks whenever you expect it least.

He branded you. And while the marks on your body may have faded, the ones engraved on your soul won’t vanish so easily.

It’s a blessing when Felix finally grows bored with him. You have no idea how it occurred. You simply know that they seem stitched at the hip for months then, suddenly, Oliver is gone. Felix shows up at group meetups without him and stops mentioning him altogether.

As if he took an eraser and wiped him from existence. Just like he did to Eddie back in the day.

You’re relieved…for an ephemeral while alas.

Oliver’s dad's abrupt passing changes everything overnight.

Once more, Felix feels the need to be Oliver’s knight in shining armor.

And once more the two of them are inseparable. Two peas in a pod.

You elect to take some distance. While you understand that Felix wants to help him, it doesn’t mean you have to. Thankfully, with summer fastly approaching, you won’t have to bear with Oliver Quick for much longer.

As usual, James and Elspeth urged you to come spend the summer at Saltburn, particularly Elspeth who couldn’t stop gushing about what a gorgeous couple you and Felix are. And while you may have tried to decline every other year, finding his family to be an awful lot, this year is different. This year, more than ever before, you long for an escape.

Even the pits of hell would be a suitable vacation spot if it meant not having to run across Oliver Quick for two whole months.

It’s a thrilling prospect. These days you can’t be around Felix as much because being around him means being around Oliver, and you just can’t do it. You look forward to having your boyfriend all to yourself. All day long, you dream about lazy afternoons by the pool and cloud-gazing in the grassy fields.

These are the balmy thoughts floating through your mind as you return to your dorm that day after classes end. A carefree smile decorates your face. You can’t wait to finish packing your suitcase. You saved every penny from your part-time job to buy a new swimsuit. And while it made a small dent in your savings, imagining Felix’s face the first time he’ll see you in it makes the tiny sacrifice worth it.

But the smile on your lips dies when you cross the door to your bedroom. Your jaw drops, the stack of books in your hands crashing to the floor with a loud thud.

“What are you doing here?” you whisper. You shrink against the door, maintaining as wide a distance as the small room allows.

Oliver doesn’t even spare you a glance, casually lying on your bed with one knee bent like it’s his.

“Your taste in books. A bit of a letdown I gotta say, luv,” he says, flipping the yellowed pages of one of your favourite novels.

You lick your lips. “Look, I’m sorry about your dad…but you can’t be here.” He doesn’t leave your bed, engulfed in his reading. Your brows knit. “Get out of my room, Oliver,” you repeat, folding your arms as you approach the bed.

His cobalt gaze finally settles on you. He places the book on the night table, slow and unhurried as he gets to his feet.

Your pulse soars as he inches closer.

“Or what? You’ll scream?” he challenges. He circles you, gauging you in a way that summons a picture of a lion stalking its prey in your head. Your blood curdles when Oliver’s breath caresses your nape. “Then you’ll have to explain what I’m doing in your room and make a scene.” His voice lowers to a taunting rasp. “Do you want to make a scene?”

Your voice comes out shaky. “What do you want?”

Oliver takes a deep breath while placing his hands on your shoulders. His thumbs trace a slow path along the column of your neck. His lips graze your earshell.

“I want you to come over here, lie on this bed and spread your legs like a good girl for me.” You suck in a sharp breath. His fingers drag down your arm as he adds, “I’m feeling…peckish.”

When you don’t move, he releases a deep sigh.

“...Or I can tell Felix everything.”

Your heart starts hammering in your chest. “What?” you exhale, spinning to face him.

Oliver smiles.

“You guys are great right now. He says you’re the best you’ve ever been. No more lies. No more secrets.” Oliver bends close to you, his smile expanding. “How do you think he’ll react when I tell him that we fucked…” He pauses and you hold your breath. “And that you’ve lied to him about your family this entire year.”

Goosebumps spread across your flesh. You stumble back, your eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. “H-How do you know about that?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, Oliver takes small steps forward, causing you to retreat until the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress. He places his hands on each side of you. His gaze traces the motion of your neck as you swallow the lump in your throat.

“I…It’s not the right time of the month right now,” you lamely offer.

Oliver’s blue eyes rise as he sinks to his knees in front of you. Tingles bounce over your skin as he rolls your plaid skirt up your thighs.

“And you think it’s something I’m worried about?”

A moan tears from your throat when he buries two fingers inside your core without a warning.

“From now on when I tell you to spread your legs for me, you do as I say,” Oliver informs, his fingers curving inside you. You choke on your breath. “Don’t make me repeat myself. Do you understand?” The threat laced in his tone scatters ice in your veins.

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes, Oliver,” he corrects.

“Yes…Oliver,” you sputter, legs tensing as his digits reach deeper inside you.

“I’m sure it’ll be a summer to remember.”

Between uneven breaths, you stammer, “W-What do you mean?”

He strokes under your thigh absently.

“Oh didn’t Felix tell you?” He bends over you to whisper in your ear. “I’ve been invited to Saltburn, as a guest.”

When Oliver leans away, he’s smiling from ear to ear. Excitement sways in his cobalt orbs as he studies your crestfallen expression.

“I know. I’m looking forward to it too.”

#hoosurdaddyficrec

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hoosurdaddy · 25 days

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𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡

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.”

#hoosurdaddyficrec

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hoosurdaddy · 25 days

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offer my hand and I'll take your name

Felix Catton x fem!Reader x Oliver Quick. (AO3)

It's yours and Felix's wedding night. That doesn't withhold you from inviting Oliver to join in on the fun of conceiving an heir.

pwp, breeding, threesome, praise, cum-eating, general filth.

“He’s good at that, isn’t he?” Oliver asks you, his voice calm and collected in the quiet of the bedroom you’re in. You choke on a sob of pleasure as you nod in agreement, feeling the corded muscles of Oliver’s thighs flex from where they are cushioned underneath your head.

Oliver’s deft fingers gently carding through your hair are a stark contrast to Felix’s, which are digging into your waist to stop you from sliding up the bed with each animalistic slap of his hips against yours. Felix’s brand-new wedding band gleams in the flames of the candles dotting the room, a welcome reminder that this is allowed now, that it’s even required of you two — the familiar slide of Felix’s thick cock inside of you unimpeded by a condom for the very first time.

“Our Felix knows exactly how to fuck your little cunny, doesn’t he?” Oliver teases you.

Above you, Felix groans, his sweat-slick skin like molten gold, “Jesus Christ, Ollie”.

Oliver lets out a pleased hum, his fingers giving a tug on your hair. His other hand wanders down your skin, first possessively curling around your throat before lowering to knead at your breasts. Your nipples harden at his attention, arching your back to urge him on.

“Look at how needy she is, Felix,” Oliver goads you, “Our pretty girl’s been begging you for this, huh? She’s been wanting you to breed her for ages, and she’s finally getting what she’s asked for. She should be grateful, hm?”.

You answer him with a desperate moan, eyes rolling back to glance up at Oliver through your eyelashes. His eyes are dark and stormy, his lips bitten red.

“C’mon now, darling, aren’t you gonna thank Felix for fucking you so well?”.

“Thankー oh fuck, thank you, Felix” you moan.

Oliver tuts, a sarcastic little sound that sends a delighted shiver down your spine, “I know you can do better than that”.

Oliver’s hand slides down over your tummy, fingers gliding over your puffy folds before thumbing at your sensitive clit, your slick easing his movements. You were dripping with it, making a mess of your marital bed. Felix’s hips stutter as he watches Oliver’s movements, entranced by the way his fingers slide against you.

“Thank you for breeding me,” you gasp in between moans, “Always so good to me, letting me have — oh god, right there, Oliver — everything I want. For making me your wife”.

Felix grinds his hips, slowing the drag of his cock inside of you. His impossibly large hands slide up, his arm brushing against Oliver’s as he gropes your breasts, looking you right in the eyes as he does, black pupils eclipsing his warm brown eyes.

“Tell me what you need,” Felix demands, looking like a modern-day Greek god as he towers above you and Oliver, his chest heaving from the exertion of fucking you, “Anything you want, you can have it”.

“Want you to fuck me full, Felix,” you moan, clenching around his cock, “want you to give me your babies”. The confession makes you blush, your already reddened cheeks deepening in color.

Felix groans at your words, a guttural sound that makes Oliver’s fingers twitch where they’re furiously rubbing at your clit. Felix readjusts you, tugging on your legs to place them on his shoulders before he leans in, almost folding you in half as he does. Oliver’s hand is squished between your cunt and Felix’s stomach, cramped but never-stilling against your sweat-slick bodies.

He fucks you with a force that makes your toes curl. The heavy press of Felix on top of you paired with the steady presence of Oliver below you is enough to make you feel dizzy. The muscles in your lower stomach clench deliciously, Felix’s cock now pumping into you even deeper than before.

Above you, Oliver has taken advantage of Felix’s new proximity to lick and suck at the taller man’s neck, adding to the smattering of red marks that were already there. Felix preens at the attention, his thrusts quickly growing sloppy.

“Fuck Ollie,” he moans, “I’m really fucking our girl raw. She’s gonna look so pretty with my cum leaking out of her little pussy”.

You sob out another desperate moan, hips twitching from the stimulation you’re receiving from both men. You feel yourself tipping over the edge, your orgasm suddenly so very close.

“There you go darling,” Oliver encourages you, “cum all over your husband’s cock for me”.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, punching the air from your lungs as Felix continues to fuck you through it, your walls twitching around him. Oliver’s praise barely registers for you, what with his fingers continuing to rub tight little circles on your pussy. The overstimulation sets in quickly, your hips twitching and whiny noises spilling from your lips.

“God, darling, your pussy is milking me,” Felix gasps, jackhammering into you as he chases his own orgasm.

It doesn’t take much more than that to push him over the edge, Oliver’s wet mouth against the column of Felix’s throat as he unloads inside of you with a drawn-out moan. Oliver’s hand stills its movements, sliding out from in between you and Felix to trail back up your torso. He brings them up to your face, Oliver’s digits shiny with your slick as he prods at your lips, prompting you to open up for him. You do as he wishes, obediently sucking his fingers clean from your own spend as you watch Felix pull away, your legs slipping from his shoulders as he pulls his softening cock out of you.

“Ollie, you should come see this,” Felix speaks reverently, sitting back on his hunches, bottom lip gripped between his teeth as he holds your thighs apart, watching as his cum slowly begins to drip out of your puffy pussy.

Oliver is quick to join him, sliding out from underneath you to join Felix at the foot of the bed. You feel exposed in a way that makes your skin tingle, having these two men stare at your dripping core like it’s the eighth wonder of the world. You throw your arms up to cover your eyes, blocking out the sight of your lovers, while you try your hardest to catch your breath.

When one of them leans in, their hot breath fanning over your cooling skin, you aren’t even sure at first if it’s Oliver or Felix who does it. All you know is that there’s a tongue licking broad strokes against your freshly fucked pussy, cleaning up the mess you and Felix had made. You choke out a shocked moan, lifting your arms to find Oliver crouched between your legs, eyes blissfully closed as he laps away at you. Felix sits next to him, lips parted in silent pleasure as his eyes flicker from Oliver to you, his cock soft but stubbornly twitching in interest.

“Look at our boy licking it all up,” Felix croons, reaching out to pet Oliver’s brown locks, pushing him closer up against your sensitive pussy.

Oliver’s hips gyrate against the plush material of the mattress, moaning against your folds as he licks and sucks at you like a man starved. Your thighs clench around Oliver’s head, a wanton attempt at keeping him close. He brings his fingers up to slide inside of you, pumping them at the same pace that he’s grinding his cock against the bed. Before long, Felix’s filthy praise and Oliver’s tongue and fingers pushed you over the edge a second time — your orgasm the drawn-out, toe-curling, shake-inducing kind that washes over you like a tsunami.

Between your legs, Oliver comes with a muffled shout, his face pressed against the sheets as his hips still their erratic humping.

“You’re both so fucking beautiful,” Felix praises, laying himself down on the bed next to you, an arm thrown lazily over your stomach. Oliver eventually scoots himself up, still breathing heavily, and lays down on the other side of you. His hand rests on your hip, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your skin. You feel calm and satisfied in a way that you know won’t last very long, what with Felix’s cock already back at half-mast next to you paired with the still-hungry look in Oliver’s eyes. You fidget with your wedding ring, feeling its unfamiliar grooves and diamonds with the pad of your fingers.

If this was your first night as Mrs. Catton, you couldn't wait to find out what the rest were going to be like.

#fic rec #hoosurdaddyficrec

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hoosurdaddy · 1 month

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☆ steve + breeding kink :)

as said before he obviously wants a big family, so when you allow him to fuck you without a condom for the first time, nothing has ever felt better than that to him. when you wrap your legs around his waist begging him to go deeper AND cum in you? he cums more than usual, like a lot actually. you're kinda just stuck there as while he's still thrusting inside you, milking him for every drop. he's panting and muttering against the skin of your neck, softly gazing at you as he comes down from his high.

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hoosurdaddy · 1 month

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my favorite thing about steve (well one of them, tbh) is how he can be gently making love to you one minute, just super slow and loving and romantic, and the next he’s just pounding you. grunting, moaning, giving it all he’s got, telling you how good you take it, asking if you want more, flipping you over to fuck you from behind..

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hoosurdaddy · 2 months

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Hello!:)

I’m going to NYC next morning and curious if anyone who lives there could tell me what the weathers like? Thanks!

#new york #new york city

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hoosurdaddy · 2 months

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UNAVAILABLE - C. BROCK (& S. GOLBACH)

warnings: HEAVY SMUT. cheating, you and colby are both taken to other people, swearing, p in v sex top!colby, rough sex, quickie.

minors dni

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Another explicit moan was ripped from your sore throat as he drilled deeper into your sloppy pussy, your body smacking harder against the cold tiles of the shower wall. Water was soaking the bathroom floor as Colby Brock slammed his thick cock into you.

“Oh, fuck, Colby-!” You stifled, your head resting in his wet neck, your finger nails digging into his shoulders as you held onto his toned body for dear life.

“Yeah? You like it?” He teased, his voice smooth in your eyes, his words hitting a spot inside you that doubled the pleasure his dick was already creating.

His thick, long, pink cock curved upwards, hitting a spongy area in your tight pussy that your nimble fingers were unable to reach. His strong hands gripped your waist with strength you’d never encountered before, the silver rings clad on his fingers creating indents in your moist skin. The way his hips slapped against yours as the speed of his thrusts increased rapidly; he was getting closer.

And the fact that his girlfriend would be home soon.

His hand came behind your knee to lift it up further into the air as he drilled into you faster. Throwing his head back, he caught his swollen lip between his teeth as he screwed his eyes shut at the pleasure consuming his body. The way your pussy quivered and quaked around his cock sent shivers down his spine. The way your tiny little voice erupted moans of great volume just for him. You were sucking him in so perfectly, he could barely see straight.

Looking back into his beautiful blue eyes, you felt the tightness in your stomach increasing by the second. His thick fingers crawled their way down to your warm core, finding its way, easily, to your swollen bud, rubbing slow, teasing circles on the sensitive nub. Instinctively, your soaked hand flew behind your head to grasp his dark locks between your fingers as his own took over your body.

“Jesus, she doesn’t do it like you.”

Those words cut the cord in your stomach, the orgasm hitting you harder than his thrusts were. Waves of pleasure flew around your body like as shockwave; your brain had gone fuzzy and your vision blurry as you screamed his name. His reddened face fell onto your shoulder, nibbling at your collarbone as he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear; coaxing you through your orgasm and himself to his. Soon enough, his thrusts got slower and sloppier as he erupted a loud groan, spilling himself inside your tight pussy. Gripping his hair tighter as he did so, you whimpered as stilled inside you.

His pink cock pulled slowly out of your recovering pussy, his cum dripping out of you slowly, hitting the shower floor and slipping down the drain. Letting your shaking legs free, he helped you gain your balance.

“Thank you.” You muttered quietly, feeling a sudden sense of alertness creeping up your spine.

Colby caught on to your feelings.

“She’ll be back soon, we should get dressed.” He smiled, pecking your cheek. He stood out of the shower and helped you out after, holding your hand all the way to the bedroom.

Colby dressed you, kissed every part of skin that was showing, treating you with utter care. You could easily go for a second round by looking at his beautiful face. Every time he would look up into your eyes, his smug face made your excitement grow more.

“I know you want to again,” He chuckled, “but, she’ll be back any moment now and I don’t wanna get caught. You understand, don’t you, baby?”

You heart melted at the nickname, ignoring the mention of his girlfriend, “Of course I do. I gotta get home to Sam anyways.”

“He still think you’re at Tara’s?”

You nod, standing up and walking over to the mirror to check yourself. He strutted behind you, slithering his cheeky fingers around your waist, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night, okay? We’ll go somewhere nice for once.”

You knew it wouldn’t end up like that. You’d get touchy and flirty, and end up fucking in the back of his car. Or in a restaurant toilet. Or a not leaving your place at all. You knew you were in for a treat either way.

You left with a heavy heart, kissing him graciously and running down the hall, worried you were going to bump into his girlfriend. You know it was wrong, but God, did it feel good. You just couldn’t help yourself.

As you drove home, you hoped your boyfriend, Sam, couldn’t see the hickey’s on your neck, or the bruises on your hips next time you have sex. The worst part was that you didn’t really feel guilty, you knew Colby was your soulmate, you both were just stuck with other people. And your boyfriend just so happened to be his best friend.

You swung open the door to your boyfriend’s apartment, being greeted by the smell of bacon and eggs. Sam was cooking in the kitchen with music playing quietly in the background,

“Hey, babe.” He smiled, placing the spatula on the edge of the pan to walk over and kiss you, “oh, did you shower at Tara’s?”

“Yeah, why?”

His cheeks slightly flushed red as he intertwined your fingers, “I was just gonna suggest you join me when I go for a shower.”

“I guess round two wouldn’t be so bad.”

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“Holy fuuuuck.” You whined, grasping on his wet blonde locks as he shoved you against the cold shower wall, ignoring the harsh pain that struck your shoulder blades.

“Jesus, you’re so tight.” Sam mumbled, nibbling your neck, eyes screwed shut as to not see the hickeys forming on your neck from Colby previously.

Sam’s hard cock drilled into your pussy feverishly, his moans desperate and lustful as your slickness covered his throbbing member. Biting harshly down on your lip, you refrained from screaming his best friends name as he fucked you harder against the wall.

Sam pulled out and flipped you around, bending you over, and sliding smoothly back into your abused pussy, hitting the spot Colby did merely 30 minutes ago. He was groaning your name loudly as you shook underneath him, your hands sprawling across the wall, desperate to find something to grab onto.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Sam mumbled, grasping your hips tightly, earning a squeak from you as he worsened the one’s already forming before him, “You’re mine, you hear me? All mine.”

As soon as the words left Sam’s mouth, the coil in your stomach snapped, the ecstasy releasing into your body, becoming evident to Sam as you exclaimed your arousal through curses and moans. Sam quickly followed, filling you up deeply with his sperm, calling your name as he finished. As he pulled out, he chuckled, confusing you.

“What?” You questioned, standing up, ignoring the quake in your legs.

“I came so much, there’s fucking tons of it.”

Looking down at your legs, you noticed the large amount of cum drooling down your thighs and onto the floor. A red tinge lit up on your cheeks,

“Can’t help having good pussy, babe.” You laughed, nervously. Sam smiled as he pecked your lips as he started washing his hair and body.

You bit your lip as you knew that all that cum wasn’t just Sam’s.

It was Colby’s too.

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PHEWWWW

is it hot in here damn.

i was just gonna leave at colby railing u but then i thought nah im gonna slip some sam in there too (pun intended)

i haven’t written smut in so long so pls forgive me, i also hate writing the word ‘member’ AAAA gives me the ick but i didn’t wanna say cock again LMAOSOSDN

it’s not late anymore thank god i have a brain today.

thank you for reading beauties, pls send in requests! i’ll do a “who i write for” soon, probably later on i need some food and to get fucked

bye love you!!!

#fic rec #hoosurdaddyficrec

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WORSHIPPED — C. BROCK & S. GOLBACH.

prompt; your bestfriend suggests joining her to a religious group to get a taste of solidarity and tranquility that you’d never felt before, all thanks to the two male leaders. to no surprise, the group is cult-like and worships the two men like god. but, when they finally speak to you, you suddenly feel the urge to support them scrupulously like the rest of the members.

warnings; SMUT, cultleader!colby, cultleader!sam,, oral (giving), threesome, heavy religion mention, cult vibes, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), praise is mentioned, joining a cult?? lots of brainwashed members. use of the word “master” sorry xx

inspo from @golbrocklovely

“Just try it. For me.” Katrina spoke, her voice playful, yet serious.

I was conflicted—of course I wanted to support her and her beliefs, but this idea was too suspicious for my liking.

“And they won’t force me to join their cult?”

Rolling her eyes, “It’s not a cult. It’s just a group of people who want to get together and share their beliefs in the greater good and loving each other.”

“Just a group.” I scoffed, finding it all too surreal, “Sounds a lot like a cult to me.”

“Please, can you stop repudiating the heaven this could bring you?” Katrina snapped, an expression of distaste washing over her face.

Catching me by surprise, I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, “Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll try it.” Katrina’s face flipped back to one filled with contentment as the words left my mouth.

“Thank you. I promise it’ll change your life.” She giggled, my face grimacing at her utmost pleasure at her religious group.

“And ‘repudiating’? Where did you learn that?”

“Them, of course. It’s not just a place to meet others and practice your beliefs, but they teach you things as well.” She educated, a grin still plastered across her face.

“Right.” I mumbled, a strange feeling washing over me. Katrina was happy with my response, snapping back into her usual bubbly self and bouncing off towards the kitchen.

I was unsure of this. Katrina’s behaviour was almost starting to worry me—it was like she was brainwashed. They have so much control over her it was concerning—she wasn’t herself when they were got brought up into conversation.

I didn’t know who or what this group was, but despite the overwhelming feeling of fear, I was unquestionably intrigued.

As the golden sun retreated behind our view, the glistening moon returned to our sky—showing off its millions of stars to our eyes. The night grew silent as I walked up the stairs, silently shutting the door to my bedroom as to not disturb Katrina in hers.

Settling down into the comforts of my bed, I shut my eyes—ready for a rejuvenating night’s sleep, when the sound of muffled voices filled the silence of my room. Opening my heavy eyes, I peered up into the dark room to identify the noise.

“Dear my masters’, thank you for this beautiful day, I’m so grateful for your love and care. Amen.” Katrina’s mumbled voice rang through my ears as she finally went silent, leaving me to my confused thoughts.

She was praying to them now? This has got to be some sick joke. And who the fuck were the “Masters’”?

She was taking this way too far. All I knew about their group was that it was a safe place for people to support the work of the two leaders and for those who wanted to practice their beliefs. What I wasn’t made aware of was that they were seen as God-like and worship-able.

Managing to settle my mind, I re-closed my eyes and attempted to drift off to sleep—ignoring the thoughts wizzing through my mind about ‘what the hell was going on with my friend?’.

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of soft music playing from below me, and louder singing mixing with it. Katrina was already awake, clearly. Rising from my bed, I rubbed my tired eyes and slowly made my way to greet Katrina.

As I walked into the kitchen, the strong smell of pancakes and chocolate wafted through my nose as my eyes landed on Katrina, humming to herself quietly. Furrowing my eyebrows at her back, I noticed her outfit—What the fuck? She was dressed head to toe in white, all smart-wear, looking as though she was headed to an office job. Her once straight hair was now curled and washed, and small matching white heels clad her feet as she slightly danced to the music.

“Oh, good-morning!” Katrina chirped, turning around to face me, a bright smile on her face, her flawless makeup meeting my vision, “I’m making pancakes, are you hungry?”

Her undeniable happiness shocked me, “Uh, yeah, thank you.” I muttered, taking a seat on the barstool underneath our kitchen island, taking in the array of food laid out in front of me.

Toppings ranging from strawberries to maple syrup to chocolate sauce laid out neatly on the island, all scattered across as she placed a plate of three pancakes in front of me. Muttering a quiet ‘thank you’, I reached for a few toppings, laying then aimlessly onto my breakfast as she sat opposite me.

“What’s got you so excited?” I questioned, taking a bite.

“It’s service day, silly.” She laughed, “Why wouldn’t I be excited?”

Confused, I spoke, “Oh, right. Sorry.”

“You’re coming with me, right? It starts at 9.” Katrina pushed, eating her breakfast so quickly, she would more than likely get sick.

“It’s only, 7:30. Slow down.” I laughed nervously, looking at her, concerned.

Katrina didn’t reply. She continued to eat rapidly, barely leaving room to breathe as she scoffed down her food. Once she cleared her plate, she rushed to wash it and dry it, placing it carefully back into the cupboard.

“Are you nearly finished?” She pressed, staring deeply at me as she turned around to face me.

Glancing down at my full plate, I laughed, “No. Kat, chill out.”

“No, I have to be ready on time.” She spoke, seriously.

“Yeah, you are, you have an hour and a half. Just relax, go sit on the couch or something.” I suggested, “I’ll wash my plates, just please go sit down.”

Doing as I told her, she took a seat on the couch, huffing in annoyance as she did so. Taking out her phone, her fingers swiftly hit the screen as she texted. I wonder who that might be?; probably those cult leaders.

I finished up my breakfast soon after—washing my plates and clearing the area quickly as to join Katrina in the living area. As I walked over, she jumped up and blocked my entrance, “No, no.” She shook her head, seriously, “You have to go get ready.”

“What?”

“You have to look nice, Y/N.” She spoke, turning me around and pushing me towards the stairs, “Come on, I’ll help.”

Without having chance to reject the offer, she placed me on her vanity chair, and began dolling me up. Katrina curled my hair naturally, humming quietly as she did so. Then, she moved onto my makeup, taking her sweet time to perfect my face—making sure any imperfection was covered and every part of it looked unimpaired.

“Okay, you’re done.” She grinned, standing upright to observe the finished product.

Glancing in the mirror in front of me, I stared deeply at the sheer amount of makeup on my face. In all fairness, Katrina did do an amazing job—but I almost didn’t look like myself.

“Outfit time!” Katrina’s excitable voice pulled me from my train of thought as she beckoned me to follow her to my room.

This was all becoming very serious for a group service.

As I walked into my closet, Katrina rummaged through my clothes quickly. A loud gasp erupted from her lips as she pulled out a long, silky, black dress. She soon paired it with a pair of black heels, and a fluffy coat.

“Isn’t this a bit much?” I queried, placing all the items on the bed, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Not at all! Everyone will love it, don’t worry.” She smiled, “I’ll be downstairs—don’t be long, I want to get there early.”

Nodding, pursing my lips together, I sighed deeply as she exited my room. I slipped on the chosen clothing as quickly as I could—not wanting to irritate my clearly insane best-friend. I did look good, if I was going to the Oscar’s, not to a cult meeting at 9 o’clock on a Wednesday.

Katrina didn’t waste any time getting me out of the house. By 8:30, we were in the car and driving to the godforsaken house of horrors. Nerves rumbled in my stomach as Katrina parked neatly outside the church. The building was older-looking; tall, concrete pillars stood proud outside, guarding a larger wooden door, raising up at least 8 feet tall.

Much to my surprise, more people were joining than I expected. Young men and women, together or alone—flocked towards the entrance, all dressed elegantly and smiling brightly.

Weird.

Katrina rushed ahead of me to greet a raven-haired boy stood by the door, greeting people as they walked in.

“Jake! So happy to see you.” Katrina gushed, embracing the taller boy in a hug.

“Great to see you, too, Katrina.” Jake replied, a warm grin splattered on his face. ‘Katrina’? Very formal, “And I see you’ve brought a friend?”

“Yes, this is Y/N.” Katrina spoke, “She’s just joining me for today, I think, she just wants to see what our world is like.”

Our world? The fuck..

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Jake. Jake Webber. I’m sure you’ll really love it in here today.” He spoke, reaching his hand out to shake mine.

“Thanks. Nice to meet you, too.” I replied, cautiously, shaking his hand slowly.

“Go on in and grab your seats. I know you love the front row, Katrina.” Jake joked, playfully nudging her arm.

Katrina let out a loud laugh, one I’d never heard before, “Come on, Y/N, I don’t wanna loose a good seat!” She demanded, pulling my arm slightly towards the door.

As I walked in, my breath was snatched from my chest as I took in the sight before me. Glorious, ancient architecture plastered along the walls of the older church, paired with large, detailed pillars that placed themselves in the four corners of the room. At the front of the room stood a tall stage, made out of wood, but a large curtain laid itself before it—similar to one at a theatre. But, the most beautiful part of it all, were the iridescent, gleaming, eye-catching, multi-coloured stained glass windows with images of lovers engaging in a sensual kiss, or a proud King showing off his glistening crown, or one of a strong prince sat heartily on a golden throne.

This was unreal. No wonder Kat loved coming here.

Many other followers of the group flooded in, taking their seats just like Kat and I had done—emerging themselves with conversation with those around them. I couldn’t quite pick up on what they were discussing, but a few glimpses of ‘handsome’ and ‘extremely talented’ struck my ears.

Soon enough, the room fell silent as the curtain waved slightly as it began to open. The nerves in my stomach bubbled further as they fully opened, revealing to me exactly what Katrina was praying to and what the others were talking about.

Oh. my. god.

“Welcome, all.” His loud, booming voice echoed through the room as everyone listened intently, “It’s so heart-warming to see you all return week-after-week. We are appreciative of every single one of you.”

“You’re damn right, Sam.” The other added, a grin loosely hanging on his pink lips as he nodded slightly, “We are a family, truly, and we see you. We hear you. So, thank you for coming back. We have such deep love for all of you.”

“Well said, Colby.” Sam spoke, a small smile on his face as he glanced towards his colleague.

Wow.

Sam was a charismatic blonde, rocking clear circular glasses and a charming smile. He wore black suit trousers, tight-fitting to his lower half, showing off every muscle in his legs. He wore a striped, black-and-white shirt, a few buttons undone at the top, paired with black dress shoes and a glistening golden leaf crown.

Colby on the other hand wore the same black dress trousers and shoes, but an all black shirt, similarly with a few buttons undone. He wore a golden chain loosely around his neck, and the same golden leaf crown upon his brunette locks.

But, what stood out to me the most, was their piercing blue eyes that managed to land on me at the same time. They glared into my soul so deeply my breathing quickened, my eyes never leaving their gaze as they fixated on me. To them, I was fresh meat, someone for them to corrupt and take over. Perfect.

“I’d like to start with a simple prayer.” Colby announced, his voice alluring as he spoke, I was almost under his spell until the words that left the others mouths pulled me out of it.

“I love Master Golbach and Master Brock, and I am thankful for their generosity, rehabilitation and uttermost love always. Amen.” They all changed in unison, their voices identical as they spoke. Their voices rattled through me horribly as I furrowed my eyebrows in shock.

Sam and Colby stood on the stage, smirking at the voices of their followers rang throughout the room. They were indulging in their kingdom of fans all worshipping them like a God. Their faces so smug as they listened them reveal their uttermost adoration for them.

Chills rocked down my spine as I glanced at Katrina next to me staring up at Sam and Colby practically crying at just their faces. She looked so in-love, her eyes glossy and her lip quivering as she watched them. Glancing around the room, I noticed everybody else acting the same, all gazing at the two males on the stage, transfixed by their presence alone.

“Thank you, all.” Colby smiled, his hands clasping together in a prayer action, “And I have noticed we have a new member of our group.” He added, his and Colby’s eyes landing on you.

“Katrina, care to introduce us?” Sam spoke.

Katrina’s cheeks flushed red as he spoke to her, her chest heaving heavily as she gathered herself to speak, “Oh, uhm, yes, this is my friend, Y/N.”

“Hello, Y/N, lovely to meet you.” Colby smirked, his eyes burning into yours.

“And lovely to have you join our group.” Sam added, matching Colby’s expression.

“Hi, nice to meet you, too.” I mumbled, cautiously, “But, I’m not joining, I’m just visiting with Katrina.”

“We’ll see about that.” Sam chuckled, erupting laughter throughout the room, causing me to jump in surprise, “In other news, unfortunately, we will not be here to perform our service next Wednesday as per usual.”

An eruption of disagreement and annoyance flowed throughout the room as the news hit their ears, “Now, now. Let’s calm down.” Colby shushed them, “The service will be on Friday instead, Sam and I have some important business to attend to. We are deeply sorry about this, but that’s the arrangement for next week.”

As murmurs echoed throughout the room, Katrina turned to me, “I heard they’re going to recruit people out in Vegas!” She exclaimed in a whisper, leaning in to tell me.

“Why Vegas?” I asked.

Shrugging, Katrina shook her head, “I don’t know, but we have to go and follow them.”

“Kat, that’s classed as stalking, you know?”

“I don’t care. They probably get it all the time, plus we can go and have a good time.” She suggested. Finally a good idea that’s not fucked up.

“I don’t know, Kat, it’s a bit strange.” I disagreed, shooting her an unsure look.

“It’ll be fine.” She disregarded my concerns, turning back round to face the boys as they started speaking once again.

“Now, I want all of your to put your hands together and pray for something you wish to have, or be. It can be anything, big or small. We never disappoint, anything you fully wish for—we can make happen.” Sam promised, his voice was so convincing no wonder so many people believed him.

As the crowd closed their eyes and prayed silently, my eyes remained open as I watched in confusion at their obedience. Looking back up at the stage, shock rang through me as I’m met with their brooding stares.

Colby’s hand reached into the air as he beckoned me over to them, not saying a word. Feeling unsure, I didn’t move—too uncertain of what may happen to me if I obeyed his orders.

“Come, Y/N.” Sam’s voice was barely above a whisper, how the others didn’t hear him I didn’t know, but his persuasive voice caused me to rise from my seat.

Walking onto the stage to engage with them, my hands shook by my sides as I approached them, “Follow us.” Colby commanded, his voice deep and raspy.

Taking one last look towards the silent crowd, my eyes landed on an extremely frozen Katrina, “Don’t fret. They won’t notice your absence.”

“How?” I muttered.

“That’s for us to know.” Sam replied, peering back at me to grin cheekily.

They moved behind the curtain and through a back door, leading to a long, wide corridor filled with religious paintings and drawings. The lighting was dim and I could barely see my hands in front of me, sparking a slight tingle of nervousness in my stomach.

Sam and Colby didn’t speak as we walked along the gloomy corridor, eliciting more anxiety inside of me. Until, after a few minutes of walking, they stopped outside a large wooden door with a golden handle hanging down from the middle of the door. Engravings of verses from the Bible showed themselves barely visible in the dim lighting on the door.

Colby retrieved a large golden key from his pocket, and fiddled around with the lock for a few moments, before a loud click was heard. Colby pushed open the door, an unpleasant sound of creaking could be heard as it did so.

“This is our study.” Colby spoke, “Nobody is allowed back here, not even our most favourited guests.”

“So, count yourself lucky.” Sam chimed in as they both walked around in front of me.

The room was spacious yet cluttered—which confused me. It was bigger in size, but two desks full of papers and pens laid in the middle of room. My heels clicked against the cobblestone floor as I approached the boys, who placed themselves comfortably on the edges of their desks.

“Do you know why you’re here, Y/N?” Colby pondered, his eyes boaring into mine.

“You brought me back here.” I sassed, crossing my arms.

Colby chuckled loudly, “Beautiful but witty. I like it.” His compliment sent chills down my spine as he continued to watch me like a hawk.

“What Colby means, Y/N,” Sam speaks, catching my attention, “Is why did you join Katrina this morning?”

I stayed silent for a moment as I thought on my answer, “I was intrigued.”

“About what?”

“About how you’ve got my friend under some sort of love-sick spell. I wanted to know what’s making her so enthusiastic about life.” I answered, shrugging my shoulders slightly.

Sam smiled as he spoke, “We provide a sanctuary of happiness and tranquilit—.”

“Yeah, I know, as you’ve both said a thousand times.” I interrupted, not interested in their speech.

Sam’s face changed after I uttered my opinion, “Hm.”

Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion at his reaction, I glanced towards Colby who wore a smug smirk on his face as he watched me. What was going on?

“We’re making sure you know exactly what you’re getting yourself into, Y/N.” Colby uttered.

Fuck off, could they read minds?

“When we want to.” Sam spoke up, a smile back on his face.

Well, I think this whole operation is just a cover up for your cult and you’ve brain-washed my friend.

The boys laughed profusely as I stood, confused, in front of them, “And what gives you that impression, Y/N.” Sam giggled.

Words failed me as I looked between them, not knowing what to say. My cheeks burnt red slightly as their brooding stare sparked nerves in my stomach once again.

“Exactly.” Colby smiled, standing and walking slowly towards me. His hands reached up to touch my chin, his delicate fingers grasping my face in a soft clutch, “And yet you still joined us today, Y/N. Why not report us to the police? Or stop Katrina from seeing us?” Moving my face gently to cause our eyes to connect, my heart skipped a beat as his gorgeous, ocean, blue eyes met mine.

“Because curiosity got the better of you, didn’t it, Y/N?” Sam’s whispered voice echoed throughout my body from behind me, causing me to jump in fright.

Sam’s warm hands rubbed up and down my arms as he pressed his chest against my back, “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, love?” Colby whispered, shaking his head.

“No.” I mumbled, my voice weak and shaky as my eyes never left Colby’s.

“Good girl.” Sam’s soft voice rang deeply inside me as his lips pressed against my ear, “So obedient already.”

“Isn’t she just, Sam.” Colby agreed, his hand sliding up to cup my cheek, “Do you think we should initiate her?”

“I think we should indeed, Colby.”

Sam slithered from behind me to around the front of his desk, gathering a few pieces of paper as Colby walked me to the other side of the room where an elongated, velvet, red couch sat.

“Sit.” Colby demanded, his voice firmer than before. I did as I was told.

Sam soon joined us, a smug smile still resting on his face as he handed Colby a piece of parchment, with writing all over it.

“Now, Y/N.” Sam started, “This initiation is not for the weak. If you wish to stop, then just tell us to stop and we will, but that means you will not be apart of our group. Do you understand?”

I wasn’t sure what had come over me, but I nodded in agreement. I had come into this not wanting to be apart of anything, only curious as to what Katrina was so infatuated with. But, now I was becoming just like her.

“We need words, baby.” Colby ordered, his eyes darkening.

“Yes, I understand.”

Sam nodded slowly, “Good. Colby, you begin.”

Colby took a look down at his paper and then back down at me, “With the power that’s blessed within me and Samuel Golbach, I wish to initiate Y/N into our group.” Colby stated, his voice deep and intimidating.

“There are five steps to the initiation.” Sam told me, “Starting with number one.”

“Take off your clothes.” Colby commanded.

“Excuse me?” I snapped, feeling violated by his words. Surely this wasn’t apart of the initiation?

“Do as your told.” Colby’s dark voice rattled through me as I rose from my seat to undress myself. For some reason, I wanted to oblige and do as he said, I didn’t know why—but my mind wouldn’t let me stop.

I started with my coat, slipping the fur coat off my shoulders and arms and onto the arm of the couch. Then, I slowly and teasingly slid my silk dress off my body, revealing my laced lingerie. Sitting down, I huffed from embarrassment as their eyes gaped at me intensely.

“And the rest of it.” Sam instructed, his voice as brooding as Colby’s.

I flushed red as I reached behind me to un-do my bra, letting it fall slack against my chest as I pulled it off my arms, revealing my perky breasts. My embarrassment grew as I yanked my panties down my legs and onto the floor, my bare pussy on show to the two of them.

“Good.” Colby whispered as his eyes dragged along my naked body, “Keep the heels on.” My heart raced at his words.

“Now, number two.” Sam stated, “Touch yourself.”

My cheeks burned a darker shade of red as I hesitated. But, their burning stares forced my hand down in between my legs, my fingers rubbing slowly on my throbbing clit as I stared back up at them. The sudden rush of pleasure sparking a flash of confidence inside me as I let out small moans into the air, my head throwing back in excitement. I could feel their eyes on my body as I arched my back into my hand.

“Amazing, Y/N, don’t stop. Now, number three.” Sam declared, “Have sex with Colby.”

My head shot up as the words left Sam’s mouth. I watched them both in shock as they continued to smirk down at me, “Go on.” Sam beckoned.

Gulping down whatever nerves and self-consciousness I had left in my body, I approached Colby with shaking hands. He soon took control.

Colby’s hands flew to my waist as he sat me down on his now naked bottom half. When did he even take his clothes off?

“Tell me, Y/N.” Colby spoke, alluringly, as he teased my entrance with his tip, “How badly do you want to join our group?”

The words left my mouth before I could even think, “So bad, I want to more than anything.”

“Well, that’s what we like to hear.” Colby smiled, slowly pushing his length inside me, “How about I show you what perks come from joining us, hm?”

Nodding profusely, Colby fully sunk me down onto his cock, erupting a loud moan from my chest from his large member. Without giving me time to adjust to his size, Colby began mercilessly pounding into me—his relentless thrusts made my head swing back and high-pitched squeals of pleasure erupt from my throat.

Colby’s hand wrapped around the back of my head, pulling our eyes to meet, “Takin’ me so well.” He whispered, petting my hair. A whimper left my lips as his gaze flushed my cheeks.

Sam soon made himself known again, “Number 4, have sex with me.”

Sam didn’t waste anytime. Colby picked me up and turned me around, his dick still hard inside of me. The reverse cow-girl position allowed Sam to slide my mouth open and pop his hardened cock inside. A sultry moan left my mouth as Sam slid in and out of it, groaning from the pleasure.

Colby continued to buck his hips inside my dripping pussy, strings of curses and encouraging words left his mouth as he did so. Sam, who had picked up the pace, was quietly huffing and groaning as he enjoyed the wetness of my mouth.

Feeling awfully confident from their pornographic noises of ecstasy, I grabbed the base of Sam’s cock and began slowly stroking him as I licked the tip. Sam’s eyes widened from the added arousal as his head lolled back, a louder moan filling the air.

Colby leaned forward as he and Sam sped up, his voice hoarse as he whispered in my ear, “And finally, number five, cum.”

As the words left Colby’s mouth, a wave of undeniable pleasure washed over me. Even without not a single person touching my clit, a hard-hitting orgasm rushed throughout my body. I screamed in ecstasy as my clit throbbed, Sam and Colby continuing to fuck my holes.

“Oh, fuck.” Sam whined as he stilled in my mouth, shooting his warm load down my throat. Colby soon followed with a line of curses as he filled me up with his cum.

Before I could realise, a sense of uneasiness washed over me. I stood up, abruptly, Colby’s dick sliding out of me and hitting his stomach. I ignored the way Colby’s cum dribbled down my leg as I picked up my clothes. I quickly placed my clothes on and picked up my belongings before heading towards the door.

But, before I could make it very far, a harsh grip caught me, “Welcome to the cult, sweetheart.” Sam smirked, placing a kiss on my hand. Colby stood behind him with a devilish smile.

Cult?

My face dropped at his words. I was right, all along.

“You were right, babe.” Colby spoke, clearly reading my mind, “but, there’s nothing you can do now. You’ve been initiated. You’ve taken our cum so good, like such a good girl.”

“She sure did, Colby.” Sam chimed in, “So, you’re involved now, whether you like it or not.”

My chest raised and fell in fright at their words. I ignored it all as I turned around and walked straight out the door and down the hallway. My heels clicked quickly against the floor as I made my way back towards the stage and Katrina. As I gently pushed open the door to the stage, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I was met with the room full of people, still praying. Their eyes shut and hands clasped together in a prayer motion, Katrina included.

I quickly made my way down to my seat and shifted uncomfortably as Colby’s cum pooled in my panties.

My heart skipped a beat as everybody awoke from their slumber-like trance and began chatting amongst one another.

“Wow, what an amazing service.” Katrina’s voice made me jump as I turned to face her smiling expression, “Ready to go home?”

I nodded, a confused expression still evident on my face as I glanced towards the empty stage, “Where’s Sam and Colby?” I asked.

“They usually disappear when we do our prayers. They come back sometimes, to finish off, but it’s rare.” She told me, a sweet smile on her face as we walked towards the exit.

I took one more look around the room as Katrina wished her goodbyes to her friends. My eyes caught Sam and Colby stood in the doorway by the stage, smirks on their faces. I quickly looked away and grabbed Katrina’s arm, ushering her out of the church.

The next few weeks, I felt different. As if someone was watching me. I struggled to sleep and had lost my appetite. Katrina had been to a few services without me, as I refused, and every time she returned, my health declined more.

I rolled over in agony as my head pounded in pain, the four-day long migraine I had was becoming unbearable. Katrina was at a service so I still had to attend to the house and myself, all alone.

I jumped in shock when three loud knocks presented themselves against the front door. I rose slowly from the couch, groaning in annoyance. My expression soon fell into one of confusion as only a single red velvet box wrapped in gold ribbon lay on the floor.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I grabbed it off the floor and walked back inside, shutting the door. As I unwrapped and opened the box, my heart dropped at the small note inside,

The more you avoid us, the worse your health with get. And if you never return, you die. We look forward to seeing you soon, Y/N.

With love,

S & C.

HI BABIES!!!

i’m back for one night and one night only. this will be my final fic for you all. feel free to unfollow as i will not be returning after this fic.

yes i know this one is a little darker than most but ive had it in my drafts for ages and wanted to do something with it.

so this is my parting gift. thank you for the endless love and support, you all mean so much to me. but this is the end of my journey. thank you so so so much and i wish you all the best in life.

goodbye from clbrq :)

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