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greta-van-chaos · 3 months

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I Will Possess Your Heart // Part 4

Oliver Reed x Reader

Part 3 < > Part 5 (wip)

Warnings | Explicit sexual content, oral (m recieving), cursing

Word Count | 3.6k

Authors Note | I take a lot of breaks, I think you guys have caught onto that by now. I don't want to sit here and be like i'm really busy guys, sorry but truly i'm just so busy and my heart hasn't been in writing at all. I want that to change but I can't make any promises. For now, as a peace offering, here is the next part to I Will Possess Your Heart and hopefully the fifth and final part will be releasing very soon after.

The morning slides into the afternoon and the afternoon slides into the night and before you know it, once again you are beneath the covers of Oliver's bed, ear pressed to his chest as you listen to the slow, content beating of his heart. Although he denied his tiredness he has fallen into an easy sleep with you beside him and though anxiety pools in your stomach you refuse to deprive him of the sleep he seems to need so desperately.

You know you should leave, you can't stop thinking about it. Who in their right mind seeks a stranger out in the dead of night due to car troubles and then let's him entertain them for a weekend with sex and booze? It wasn't a normal situation and the guilt was truly getting to you.

For now, you decided, you'd sleep. At this point in the evening there wasn't much for you to do in terms of relieving Oliver of your presence and you weren't even sure he'd want you to go when the time came. So, sleep. It was a problem for future you to sort out.

And so, morning came, much faster than you'd have preferred but seeing Oliver still sound asleep, face beautifully calm in the morning light you knew it was time to go.

Reasonably, there is no way, no way at all that you have fallen so deeply for a stranger. You've known him for two days and already you felt an attachment that makes you shiver when you begin to even think of severing it.

Finally, you rise, peeling yourself carefully away from the bed and assuring that Oliver says sound asleep. Before leaving the room though, you move to stand on his side of the bed so you can brush a kiss to his hairline. You feel bad about what you're going to do but you know that if he woke and asked you to stay again, you may not be able to bring yourself to say no.

Once down the stairs, stepping as carefully as you can so as not to make much noise, you begin searching for your phone. You expect not to find it without a fight but there it is, perched on top of your now cleaned and dried clothes that lay folded on Oliver's desk in the living room. Miraculously it still has a charge to it and in an even greater leap of luck you now have cell reception.

Without thinking to hard on the money you're able to set up a tow truck and a ride back into the city where you reside, all things able to be neatly wrapped up before dinner time this evening.

You'd really feel unforgivable if you didn't leave something for Oliver, some sign of life, maybe an apology letter. After a small bit of deliberation you decide to scrawl your number on the legal pad you find at his desk and a short note. You don't feel the need to say much as you really aren't certain of your feelings yet but still, you make sure it's something substantial enough not to leave him with hard feelings.

With that, you gather your belongings, opting to keep the clothes he's lent you and call a car. Not a single sound alerts you that Oliver has stirred awake and for that you are grateful. You'd rather be out and gone without a word, like some specter or ghost, unseen.

The car pulls up within a timeframe you're certain is impossible considering how far out and into the woods you are. Once situated you take one more look at the manor house before your driver pulls away. You swear that in one of the windows on the top floor you can feel Oliver's form, standing, stoic. It takes all of your willpower to turn your cheek and leave without a single whisper of a goodbye.

You're doing what needs to be done. You can't live in a fantasy with a man you barely know. You hope he calls, of course you do but you know it's better for both of you if you're rid of the house now rather than later.

Days went by, days and days and days until the days faded to weeks and now, it's been almost three months since you left Oliver's glamourous home. Almost three months since you scrawled your phone number on a notepad atop his desk. Almost three months without a single call. Almost three months since you were forced into the realization that you won't ever be seeing him again.

Huffing you curl your body sideways, allowing your forehead to rest on the chilly glass of the train car you're sitting in. The world moves by in a blur and as you watch you wish the endless slew of city lights would swallow you whole. Ever since you left his house that night, you'd felt empty which almost made you laugh considering you had nothing to build upon apart from the strange situation you had found yourselves in and incredible sex.

An automated bell dings and your stop is called out by a voice that is equally as artificial. Gathering your bag and pulling your coat on a bit tighter you stand to leave. As you approach the doors, which are very slowly hauling themselves open you're robbed of all breathe.

With a dull thud your purse hits the floor, "Oliver?"

His eyes are tired and dim but when he hears your voice they seem to open wider and brighten. "Y/n?"

None other than Oliver Reed is standing at the very end of the train car, following a short line of people to exit the vehicle. The world stops around you and the overwhelming rush of emotions that grasps you keeps you glued to the spot. Hardly aware of people pushing past you to get off the train you take in Oliver's appearance and your heart aches. He's wearing a vest similar to the one he shrugged off after inviting you into his house on that fateful night and a pair of slacks. His hair is neatly brushed unlike the tangled tresses you were so used to. Even as the sky donned the night like a silky, starlit nightgown he wore a pair of oddly cut sunglasses that somehow looked perfect on him but would make anyone else look ridiculous.

Finally your brain catches up and before you realize you're doing it you rush towards him, belongings forgotten on the floor. You stop right in front of him, mere inches away from touching, your hands folded together at your chest, "I never thought I'd see you again."

He huffs out a breath and reaches for you, placing a hand on your cheek. "Neither did I."

As though you've been forced back into your body and made to see out of your eyes you blink away the haze of excitement just enough to remember that you're supposed to be exiting the train. He makes a noise of affirmation when you turn to get your bag and grab his hand, pulling him off the train and into a tight embrace once you're steady on your feet. Both of your hearts are beating fast and hard, as if to escape their confines and meld together, two halves finally whole. Oliver holds you against him and now that you're back in his arms you never want to leave. The cold outside does it's best to chill your exposed skin but the warmth of the man in front of you helps quell the bite.

When he pulls away you step back, blurting out the one thing you couldn't stop thinking about, "You never called."

"I didn't know what to say but--" He sighs and looks at you, forlorn "--please believe me when I tell you that I wanted to. I think I was just... confused."

"I do, I swear. I just wish that you did. I--" You pull yourself into his chest again, pressing your face into the crook of his neck to bite back your words, not ready to fully realize how deep your feelings run. "God, I missed you."

He smells the same as before, warm, sweet and slightly alcoholic. "I've missed you too, love."

You break away for a moment and just stare into each others eyes, the train leaving the station a blurry background noise to your occupied brain. The entire world around you has dimmed and all you know is Oliver, all you feel is Oliver, all you want is Oliver. Without really thinking you thread your fingers through his hair and pull his lips to yours, smiling at the softness of his mouth moving in sync with your own.

When his hands move to your hips and pull you flush against him you smile against his mouth and he hums. It feels perfect.

All of the questions, the worry, the unanswered want, they're all melting away and making room for this moment. You never thought you'd be reunited and now that you are it's sweeter than you could have ever imagined.

"Let me buy you dinner," He mumbles, words muffled against your lips.

"Please."

You both walk in silence, the streetlights illuminating the rain speckled road. Apparently Oliver is in town for a movie audition and plans to be around for a few days, the thought that you'll have him nearby for the weekend puts an immovable smile on your lips.

Hand in hand you make your way to a small pub and as soon as you enter you're warmed from the crown of your head to your toes. The lighting is dim and the bar is crowded with people but somehow you're able to find a little booth tucked away in the back. Everything is falling into place as if this moment is destiny. You truly believe that to be so.

Once you've ordered drinks, Oliver places his chin in his hand and gazes upon you with nothing but pure bliss and adoration in his eyes. "It's so fucking good to see you, love. I never thought I'd be able to again."

You look up at him through your lashes and smile bashfully, "I never thought I would either." You still can't shake the hurt of knowing that he was fully capable of contacting you the whole time but chose not to. Clearing your throat you lock eyes with him and press again, "I still don't really understand why you didn't call."

He sighs and looks to the side, avoiding the almost accusatory expression on your face. "I just... I was upset and confused and I really thought that your number may have just been a courtesy. I didn't know if you actually felt the same." The pained look on his face makes you reach out for his hands. You take them in your own and rub circles into the backs of them with your thumbs. His instinct at first is to pull away but quickly he melts into it and lets out a deep breath through his nose.

"I'm sorry."

Completely shattering in the moment the waiter walks over and places your drinks down. Oliver nods his head at the boy and then looks back to you. "So, do you come here often?"

A dumb grin pulls on your lips and you laugh. "I do, in fact. I live just down the street." You cock an eyebrow at him "What brings Oliver Reed to this neck of the woods?"

He looks surprised for a moment before you can see on his face that he realizes he hasn't explained his presence in your city. "I've got brunch with a director tomorrow, I was coming in tonight to stay and get my bearings before we met."

"Funny coincidence that you end up so close to me," you laugh, truly just so happy to be in his presence.

"You've got that right, love. What a surprise to see you on the same train as me, I thought I was hallucinating until you came right up and I could touch you."

"Well, I'm real and I'm right here and I am just as surprised as you."

You both sit in silence for a moment, just staring, taking each other in. What a situation you have found yourselves in, to being on the same train and now to knowing that Oliver will be staying a night in the place you've lived your whole life.

"What do you say we head back to mine after dinner?" You ask without thinking "You could even stay with me for the night if you want. Though I'm sure if you've booked a hotel you'd better stay there..." You trail off, slowly getting quieter and mumbling throughout the sentence but he shakes his head.

"How could I ever say no to you, darling. Let me worry about the hotel and I'll let you worry about leading the way." Letting go of one of your hands that you didn't realize he'd been holding he reaches to sip his drink. Taking the opportunity you run the toe of your shoe up his leg, you hope the gesture is sexy and not awkward. Guessing by the way his eyes darken and how he sets down his glass, you had the effect you were going for. Something about him makes you so much more playful and daring than usual. "I think I might take you up on that sooner than I had anticipated."

"Patience, Oliver, patience." You send him a flirty wink and he just smirks, a million plans of what he could do to you seemingly flashing behind his eyes.

"I'll show you fucking patience doll, just you wait." The look in his eyes has your pressing your thighs together.

You spend the rest of the night drinking and laughing and shamelessly flirting. It feels so natural and now that you've fallen into a rhythm with him you don't want it to stop.

You cash out and leave quicker than you'd anticipated, dragging him down the street. You truly do only live a couple blocks away and in this situation that is more than perfect. You're both itching to get inside.

The whole walk you're both giggling like teenagers and Oliver can't keep his hands off of you, the entire time his arm is firmly planted around your waist, effectively keeping you pressed into his side.

"This is my building, right here" You say, fishing out your keys as you walk up the steps and approach the door. Once unlocked you lead Oliver by the hand to the elevator.

Almost immediately the doors open and as soon as you step in Oliver is on you, pinning you to the wall and kissing your neck. He presses his leg between yours and grips your chin so he can give himself all the room he needs to suck and lick and kiss at your throat. You giggle and pull him off of you just enough to haphazardly throw your hand to the panel of buttons on the wall and hit your floor, all the while his hands are trailing down your top until he can slip them under your shirt and cup your breasts.

"So impatient" You breathe, the words holding the same cadence as a soft moan. Despite your words you thread your hands into his hair to pull him back and grind down on his thigh.

"Seems like you're the impatient one, you and your needy little pussy" He practically growls.

You can feel your cheeks get hot and when he looks down at you you almost melt. Every time your eyes meet it feels like an electric shock.

"I think you like it." You whisper, guiding his mouth to yours by a soft hand under his chin. He releases a content sigh when your lips meet, almost melting completely at having you this close again.

"Oh yeah? and what makes you think that?" His voices is taunting and his breath is warm against you cheek as he breaks the kiss to speak.

Instead of using words you slide the hand that isn't holding his face between your bodies, palming him through his pants. Usually it's him that does the smirking but right now you have the most smug look on your face and he does nothing to challenge it and regain control. A whimper-like sound shakes out of him and he leans into your touch, starting to press his hips harder into your hand as you rub your hand against him faster.

The elevator doors opening makes you both freeze, your bodies eerily still. He rests his forehead against yours and sighs. You're reluctant to break apart but force yourself to in favor of being able to indulge in the privacy of your apartment.

Once again, Oliver's hands refuse to leave your body and when you get to your door he presses himself against your ass, letting you know just how hard he is... as if you weren't already aware. "When that door opens... I'm going to ruin you" He murmurs into your hair.

"Oh I'm counting on it" You throw back, pushing the door open and stepping inside. Instantly following through on his threat he slams the door closed and spins you around, starting to unbutton your blouse. You might have assumed that he'd already been in your apartment by the way he walks you back to the couch without hesitation but you have a feeling that if there was no couch to run into he would've kept walking you back until you ran into something else. He just got lucky, apparently.

When the backs of your knees hit the arm you're almost forced to sit down which brings you level to his belt. You slide back so you can kneel on the couch and then pull him closer by said belt. He abandons any attempt at removing your shirt when he sees you unbuckle it and claw his pants down. You've waited for too long for this, you're not gonna waste any time with pleasantries.

As soon as he is no longer confined to the sleek black boxers beneath his slacks you put your mouth on him. First by flattening your tongue and dragging it along the underside of his cock, then by taking him fully into your mouth. He throws his hips forward at the feeling and hits the back of your throat. You recover quickly and hum around him, bringing one hand up to rest on his stomach.

"My god, you look so fucking hot like this" He mumbles, starting to guide your movements with the hands he's anchored in your hair.

Even after the short amount of time you spent with him you're relishing in everything that is Oliver. You missed it so... the feel of him, the weight of him on your tongue, his moans and breaths and the way his fingers feel dancing over your cheekbones to coax himself further down your throat. He's got you in a trance and you wouldn't have it any other way.

You tenderly rub your thumb over his hipbone, a far more gentle and loving action compared to the way you're lavishing him with your mouth. His hips stutter and you can assume he's already close by how desperate his thrusts have become. At this point he's controlling everything, holding your head in place and guiding himself in and out of your mouth at whatever speed he pleases. You don't mind one bit.

He lets up briefly, pulling away from you and stroking his hand over himself. Spit has managed to smear all over your lips and cheeks and you can feel that your makeup has fallen into a state of disarray. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and slide your eyes up his body "I've thought about this every single night since I left. I just can't get you off my mind."

That does something for him, maybe the geuninity in the admission or the soft look on your face, you'll never know but he pulls you up by your arms and kisses you deeply. His hands are back in your hair but this time, the way he's holding you feels so different, almost loving, like you'll break if he isn't gentle.

After a beat he pulls back and searches your face. The entire mood has shifted and the air has grown thick with unspoken words. You'd never guess what he says and when it passes his lips you feel so incredibly full of affection, "You're the only thing I've been able to think about. I spent so many nights just staring at that note. I really and truly am so sorry I kept you waiting."

"We're here now," You whisper and then you pause, thinking. "Do you think you would have called if we didn't run into each other today?"

Your arms are around his neck and you're still close enough that if you leaned forward your lips would touch. "I honestly... I don't know. I want to say yes but to be truthful, love, I was fucking terrified."

"Don't be... there's nothing to be afraid of." And that's that, any other words that could've slipped into the sliver of space between your mouths dies in the air as you pull him back in.

Slowly but surely you slide a hand behind you and lower yourself back onto the couch, bringing him with you. You're vaguely aware of him kicking off his shoes as he climbs on top of you, eventually making himself comfortable as your legs fall into place around his hips.

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duck-at-midnight · 3 months

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Little Duck Origins

Summary: With Sam in therapy, Kirby evaluates the couples stance in life with Tara

Content Warning: a bit fluffy, little Tara, non-verbal Tara, slight Scooby-Doo diss

Sam woke to someone crawling into her bed. She remained still as the small figure settled next to her, keeping her breaths even. There was hope that Tara would notice she was still asleep and sleep a little longer with her. With a few moments of silence, Sam relaxed fully thinking her sister had fallen asleep.

To her disappointment, she felt Tara nudge her and let out a low whine.

“Good morning to you too.” Sam said, opening her eyes to meet her sister’s.

Her sister had climbed into her bed with her pink elephant, Cuddles, tucked under her chin and thumb in her mouth. She was staring with her wide brown eyes that were begging her to get up.

”Hungry?” The girl nodded. “Pancakes?” Another nod. “Chocolate chip?” Another nod with a smile forming around her thumb. “Alright, let’s get up.” Sam said as she unwrapped herself from her blanket.

Tara walked to the living room area as Sam got dressed and brushed her teeth. She sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Her eyes never leaving Scooby-Doo as Sam walked in.

“Here, let’s get that thumb out of your mouth.” Sam pulled her thumb out to replace it with a pacifier. There was a small whine, but with a small pat on her head, Tara was back to Scooby-Doo.

Cooking while listening into the TV, Sam made quick work of the pancakes for her and Tara. She topped Tara’s off with extra chocolate chips and a glass of orange juice.

”Come eat, Tara.” Sam called out as she got her plate together. She poured her coffee and set her plate and cup on the table. “Tara, now.”

With the TV still playing, Tara walked over to the table and sat across from Sam. She took out her pacifier as she took a big bite from her pancake.

“Hope you like it.” Sam said moving the pacifier away from the edge of the table.

The girl hummed with approval and a nod.

“Nonverbal day?” She was met with a silent look. “It’s ok. Just wanted to give a heads up to Danny and Kirby.”

She gave a confused look.

”I have therapy today. They’re going to come and watch you unless you want to sit there in a boring therapy office.” They both had weekly therapy but had it on different days.

She shook her head.

“Yeah, I thought so. You’d rather be here having fun with Danny and Kirby.”

After breakfast and followed by a small lunch at noon, Tara took off to play with a few of her toys in front of the TV, pacifier secured in her mouth. Cuddles never leaving her sight as she moved around on the floor. Sam was in her room drying her hair from her shower.

The door opened making Tara look up from her toys feeling slight fear wash over her.

“Hey, kiddo.” Kirby said as she opened the door. Danny followed closely behind. “Having fun?”

Tara smiled widely letting the pacifier fall from her lips as she ran up to Danny who picked her up.

“There’s my favorite girl.” He said, swinging her around making her giggle.

“Is that right?” Kirby said with a teasing tone.

”What?” He said, stopping his swinging. Both sets of eyes fell on Kirby. “You and Sam are my favorite women. But Tara, Tara is my favorite girl. Who else is going to watch Scooby-Doo with me?”

”You say that like Sam and I don’t watch it too.”

“Hey, thanks for watching her again.” Sam said, greeting them both with a kiss. She laughed at her sister leaning her cheek out for her own kiss before giving her one too. “She’s not really talkative today.”

”That’s ok, we’ll still fun.” Kirby said, poking at the girl’s stomach making her giggle more.

“I know you will.” Sam said confident in her significant others. “But please call me if you need anything or if something happens.”

”We’ll be fine. You have a good session and we’ll have dinner after.” Kirby reassured. She opened the door for Sam.

Sam gave all three of them a kiss again before walking out. She took notice of something missing from her sister’s mouth. “Make sure you wash her pacifier before giving it back to her.”

“We will, we got her.” Danny said, putting Tara down.

“Ok, love you all, bye!” Sam said before closing the door and heading to her appointment.

The two turned and saw Tara immediately putting her pacifier back in her mouth and going for Cuddles.

“I should have waited to put her back down.”

Kirby shrugged. “It’s just a little dirty. Nothing that will hurt her.”

Danny walked over to Tara. “Sorry, kiddo, I’m going to need this.” He pulled it out of her mouth that was followed by a cry. “I just have to wash it.”

She followed him closely behind and observed him washing it in the sink. Her thumb snuck its way into her mouth as she leaned towards Danny.

He handed it back to her and was met by her wide eyes looking up at him. “You know Sam doesn’t like it when you use your thumb.” Her thumb remained in place. “Come on, Tara.” He pleaded.

Kirby walked up and tickled her sides making her giggle before pulling her thumb out. She quickly grabbed the pacifier and put it in Tara’s mouth before the girl could notice. She smiled before walking over to the couch making sure not to move Cuddles as she leaned back.

“How do you do that?” Danny asked, walking over to the couch. He sat down and let Tara climb into his lap. She sunk into him with her eyes focusing on the TV playing Scooby-Doo.

“You’re too gentle. I just prefer to get it over with.”

He shook his head, “I’m not too gentle.”

“You’d let Tara walk all over you.” Kirby laughed, making Tara look over at her with curious eyes. She picked up Cuddles gesturing with the stuffed toy. “Guess I’ll cuddle with my good friend Cuddles.”

The girl whined before climbing over to Kirby and laying against her. She tucked Cuddles underneath her chin and refocused on Scooby-Doo with heavy eyes.

“That was dirty.”

“What?” Stretching out the rest of the couch to rest her feet in her boyfriend’s lap.

“You bribed her.”

“I wanted time with our girl too.” She patted the girl’s back and kissed the top of her head.

Danny leaned forward to look at her face. “She’s asleep.”

The blonde smirked. “Good, naptime won’t be a fight.” She laughed at Danny. “What? Are you jealous?”

“She went out like a light.”

“She probably woke up early.” Kirby pointed out. She knew when Tara woke up little she tended to wake up early. “She'll follow you around like a little duck when she wakes up.”

Danny scoffed. “She does not follow me like a duck.”

“Oh yes, she does.” Kirby teased. “She loves you. You’re the fun one, letting her get away with things and swinging her around. Anytime you’re here, she sticks close to you.”

“If I’m the fun one then what are you?”

Kirby’s eyes lit up. “The cool one, obviously.”

“I can be the fun and cool one.” Danny said defensively.

“Yes, that’s our job as the boyfriend and girlfriend of the mother duck.” Kirby pointed out. “To keep Sam sane and to remember to let loose.”

“I think we do our jobs well.” He leaned back.

“Yes, we do.” A comfortable silence fell over the two as they focused on the cartoon. “Can we watch something else though? I’ve had enough Scooby-Doo. It’s all she watches.”

He laughed. “And you call yourself the cool one.”

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