#farleigh start

[aemondtargaryens]

SALTBURN 2023 — dir. Emerald Fennell

[themarychain]

Saltburn: text post meme 🏰🪽👑🍷🦌🔪

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

[barrysheoghan]

this pic is so cunty i need it as my bedroom wallpaper

[fuzziiwuzzii]

Yeah.

[firemenenthusiast]

breeding kink! farleigh start who always lets his girl use him as she pleases. especially when she's feeling extra needy.

in which farleigh start burns with a desire to fulfil your every needs without an ulterior motive

warning: porn without plot cuz this is just straight up fucking 😛*hands up in defeat*. breeding endeavours, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy (no actual pregnancy. well, soon), shameless fucking, worn out reader and farleigh (they been going at it), p in v, praise cuz you know how i be about it, pet names, post-oxford farleigh (he has grown up goals now)

“what a desperate little thing” he tsks, cracked chuckles slicing through the loud sounds of skin slapping and moans, head full of tight curls resting heavy against the headboard, eyes lazily tracking your every movements, but specifically your hips grinding down against him.

“what would people think if they saw you like this ?” he hums, cocking his head to the side to follow your tilted face, clearly amused.

“personally ? i’d think you’re a slut”

oh.

farleigh knows you like being called that by him. the way your walls pulsate and clamp down on his cock is a dead giveaway.

“but you’re just too— needy. aren’t you, pretty girl ?” he coos.

you blush at the pause before finding the accurate word for you, sheepishly giving him a meek nod in response.

“yeah you are,, it’s okay baby no shame in that”

shifting in his position, he beams at you before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. he’s caged in by your entire body, spreading his thighs that are pushed down by your folded legs further apart so he could pull your hips even lower.

pushing your palms down flat against his toned chest, his tanned skin tinted dark golden hue, sticky. from sweat, maybe. or the heat radiating from both your bodies. you’ve got him pinned underneath your frail body, almost shaking from the pleasure, his hard cock deep and snug inside your pulsating pussy. the curve of your ass pressing down against his balls.

you reach over to cup your palm on his right cheek, fingers barely covering his entire face feeling the warmth of his skin beneath you. peeking through the thick buzz clouding at the top of head, you graze your fingertips along his prominent features, taking in every details. his eyebrows lay perfectly above his long lashes, your trailing fingers wiping the thinnest layer of sweat.

just when you thought you couldn’t get any wetter, thicker ring of white forms at the base of his shaft, relying on the blunt tip to keep prodding near your cervix as the rest of you is drenched. with your own wetness, mostly. some of his precum, or maybe even from you making him cum, before getting him hard again so you could continue fucking yourself on his cock.

“think i’ve spoiled you too much—” he spews, forcing a whine past your lips at his words.

“—pretty pussy can’t even stand a day without having a fat cock stuffed deep inside her”.

it’s pathetic how right he is. farleigh’s spoiled you too much with his cock, having stuffed you full every time you’re so much as let out a whine under his ghost touches. reaching up to cradle your jaw in his large hand, his thumb smoothing over your cheek, the other gently moving strands of hair that keeps falling onto your face from the vigorous bouncing and grinding you’re doing.

a breathy chuckle could be heard from him, before letting out a deep sigh. he’s shaking his head that’s about to explode trying to process just how desperate for him he’s got you, how you’re using his body to soothe the ache in your pussy.

it’s unfair, really. how he could just be doing absolutely nothing, leaning on his back lazily watching you with his eyes drooping low and still look so pretty. between the crimson brushing across his heated up cheeks, his blown out pupils half lidded and swollen soft lips that you’d kiss like he was your source of air, he’s got you hazy. light headed from only seeing him like this, his body trembling slightly from all the blood rushing towards his tip, low grunts escaping his lips, holding himself back from bursting.

feeling his cock twitch as it fucks right into your hole, you can’t help but clench your walls down hard on his shaft earning a dragged out moan from him. you’ve been fucking for hours, number of corners in the mansion having to bear the sheer fervour lingering and consuming the both of you.

farleigh’s been letting you fuck yourself on his cock just so you could relieve the ache in between your thighs and the need to have him near, so near that he’s so much as buried deep inside you. otherwise he’d be ramming into you against the mirror, keeping your hands on your back. you keep clawing for him, desperately clinging onto him and pulling him to be closer as if the both of you haven’t already became one, connected by his leaking hard cock thrusting back and forth into your weeping pussy.

“take all you want baby— fuck, take all you need. ‘m not going anywhere” a small whine escapes his lips as you rest your head in the crook of his neck, nipping your teeth on his soft skin, his hips bucking involuntarily to match your rapid bounces down his cock.

“you’re so cute desperate like this. prettiest girl i’ve had” his choked out praises has you so keen, honey sweet words dripping down his lips has been making you even more eager to carry his baby, to get knocked up by his seed that you’re gonna be so round for him, making yourself a mommy, all for him.

can’t blame yourself when he’s just so pretty that you’d want a mini little farleigh that is just as pretty as him

wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your fingers rake across his broad back as you cling onto him, pressing your entire body as his large hands grip on your waist to guide you on his cock. you’re bouncing almost pornographically, with your tits hard and clashing against his face, your hard sensitive nipples grazing his lips repeatedly.

moving his head to the side, his eyes search yours before settling into the most gorgeous pair, framed by the face he spends most of his days dreaming about. trailing down towards your swollen lips, your mouth agape with saliva threatening to spill from fucking yourself stupid.

his hands that were gripping hard on your waists move in between your bodies, reaching down before forcing a gasp past your lips at the feeling of his calloused fingers rubbing on your clit. he’s playing with your drenched folds, spreading the lips apart, pressing down hard against the sensitive nub. and like electric you feel your body jolt up, hips trembling, your whines getting louder as the movements of his fingers teasing your folds release filthy wet sounds.

“oh you like that don’t you ?” farleigh teases, his eyes twinkle seeing your blissed out face, your eyes almost showing nothing behind them as you try chasing your high.

“please—“ you whine out

“okay baby i know” he rasps out, almost like a whisper

as you feel it coming, you can’t help the tremble of your thighs anymore. your legs feel like giving up yet farleigh still has his hands wrapped perfectly around your waist, encouraging you to keep grinding down onto his cock

“it’s okay. shh— you’re okay. we’re gonna get you soo full of my cum that it’s all you’re gonna think about” he quips, almost sounding like he’s mocking you. his lips agape and sharp eyes following the way your pussy splits for his cock, disappearing into your soft walls

“you’re just a little cockdrunk, that’s it“ his hips continue to match your thrusts, the creaking of the bed begins to screech louder from both forces.

“fuck— otherwise you wont be begging for my cock every chances you get” leaning in, he lays the most delicate kiss against your lips, pressing down, asking for yours in return. you can feel yourself melt into him, every senses throughout your whole body becoming heightened, every parts of your body becoming aware of every single one of his lingering touches.

“please,, oh— please please, farleigh” the only words you’re able to let out are babbles of his name, it being the only thing you can say without having to think.

he’s got his large hand gripping at your waist, desperately trying to soothe the overwhelming pleasure of having a warm pussy engulfing his hard cock, his other hand cradling your face ever so carefully as if to not break you like you’re a fragile porcelain doll. his lips on yours, tongue swiping across them to try to get a taste of you.

as your body moves against his, hot sweaty skin sticking onto each other, his ears are being served with your moans, your whimpers that are almost too filthy for him

“what’s the matter angel ? pussy’s stretched out so good yet it’s still not enough for you ?—“

“—poor baby”

your tear stained cheeks make out new ones spilling and trickling down, as you continue to sob feeling the size of his length stretching you oh so sweet at your entrance. at this point his cock’s probably memorised every ridges of your warm walls, the feeling of your pussy wrapped tight threatens him to fuck his entire load inside right the second.

as you let out an exasperated whine, he could feel your pussy clenching hard, releasing in waves. it’s the 4th time farleigh’s made you cum tonight

“mhm, go on baby, cum on my cock. cum all over me”

you’ve got two of his loads safely stuffed right into your pussy, and you’re still trying to get another one for, you know, good measure. making sure he’s absolutely fucked a baby into you every time you fuck won’t hurt anybody.

besides, the both of you are indeed trying. ever since farleigh’s mentioned that he’s actually okay with the idea, which then developed into his whole newfound obsession of knocking you up, the idea of cumming inside you purposely to plant his seed has him excited.

“you wanna be a momma ? is that it baby ?” farleigh coos, planting soft kisses all over your face

“mhm-mm” the haze in your head’s too fucking thick to form a coherent thought. every single responses you try to give farleigh comes out pathetic whines and babbles.

“fucked yourself stupid you can’t even speak”

“you wanna be a momma i’ll fucking make you one” was the last of his words before he’s flipping you over, your back’s now pressed onto the mattress, a loud creak accompanying his manhandling.

“farleigh—!” he was right, by the end of this the only thing you’d be able to make out is his name

“it’s okay sweetheart you did good” he hums through a sinister smile

“—not good enough though” taking matters into his own hands, he’s flipped your bodies so now he’s on top without pulling his cock out. pushing your legs up by the back of your thighs, you feel even more exposed and spread out than ever. but it’s fine. it’s farleigh. you’re willing to give everything to him

holding onto your calves that are folded in front of you, you can feel your pussy stretching just for farleigh to slam his hips against your thighs, fucking his cock as deep as he could that you could swear you felt his tip in your belly. he’s so hard, his shaft curving upwards making you feel so good as it drags along the sensitive walls inside you. he fits perfectly, so snug and tight that it’s almost hard to move if it wasn’t because of your wetness drenched all over the place.

farleigh’s put his body weight against your body, pulling his hips back just to slam into you again and again that you’re sure the back of your thighs are red. he leans down, pushing his entire face in between your swollen tits, lips apart to mouth at your mounds before sucking on your nipple.

pulling away, his hands roam all across your body, fingers tweaking your nipple before his huge palms cup at your soft flesh. he’s squeezing at them, kneading and feeling them while his mouth rambles on and on about how beautiful they are. how gorgeous, how he’s so fucking obsessed with your tits. now it’s his turn to fuck you like he needs it even more so than you did just now. his thrusts are harsh, rapid and filled with lust, yet you can still feel the love he’s pouring into you.

“fuck, fuck—, fuck” strings of curses continue to spew out of his mouth as the thrusts of his hips begin to falter

“gonna fucking cum baby— im gonna cum” his voice cracks, moans staggering as he feels that his heavy cum filled balls are gonna burst any second now.

seeing him struggle to chase his high you clench down hard on his cock, feeling the bulbous tip at the deepest part of your pussy

“ffuuucckk—! oh fuck. fuck—“

reaching your hands out to roam across his stomach, feeling every crooks and tracing the ridges with your fingers. farleigh can’t help the curl tugging at the corner his lips looking your own fucked out state. messy hair with strands sticking onto your face, skin and neck hardly bruised from all his kisses and tits laying pretty and swollen that could make him hard all over again.

you can feel his third load that he’s spilled inside, this time not as much as before. farleigh reaches down to grab at his cock, pulling it out before pushing the tip back inside to neatly stuff his cum into you. you’re sensitive, yet the rub of his tip against your pussy still feels so good.

he’s breathing heavy, the soft smile turning into a smirk thinking of all the fucking you’ve down in the past hours shamelessly like some rabbits in heat. both your eyelids droops heavy, as you return his smile and a soft giggle that pulls at his heart strings

shifting his legs to move you into his lap, he lets out a sigh. sneaking his hands onto your stomach, wrapping his arms around your torso. as you lean back into him, you feel his fingers tapping against your lower stomach, where he was poking from inside a few moments ago.

“that’ll do it”

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[johnwalkerrrrr]

The only survivor of oliver's plan.

[meyerlansky]

you really do notice everything, don't you?

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

felix and his gf being at saltburn and felix noticed ollie acting weird towards her and gets upset at him!!!!!!

The eyes, Chico. || Felix Catton x reader

A/n: YAY TY FOR THE REQUEST! PLS SEND THRU MORE

Warnings: fem!reader, Oliver being a creep, swearing, smoking, if there’s anything else lmk!

Wc: 826

Felix Catton Masterlist

Feeling Felix’s thumb rub circles on your back, you flutter your eyes open and are met with his smile. "Mornin', baby," he greets you, and you respond with a lazy smile, relishing the comforting embrace of his body. His chuckle resonates through his chest, a gentle vibration against you. "It's too early, Felix," you murmur softly, wanting to fall back into slumber.

"Breakfast starts soon, aren't you hungry?" Felix questions, a playful tone lacing his words. You shake your head. "Yes, you are. Don't lie. I can hear your stomach," he asserts with a laugh, and you can't help but crack a smile in response. "Fine," you concede.

You and Felix make your way to the kitchen, where the aroma of breakfast awaits. You greet everyone good morning, almost forgetting that Oliver is here at Saltburn too.

You don’t understand why Felix invited him over; they barely know each other. Even when you confront your boyfriend about it, he just says that he feels bad for him, that he's going through some things at home.

Honestly, he's sort of a strange guy. You always catch him looking away from you when you look at him, around school, his eyes widen the slightest when he sees you walking down the corridors, and then he focuses his gaze on the ground. One time, he even bumped into a pole because he wasn't looking where he was going.

But today, he seems even more odd. The unease is palpable as you sit down at the table. The morning sun streams through the windows, casting a warm glow on the scene.

As you and Felix engage in light morning banter, you catch Oliver staring at you. His gaze is intense, lingering longer than is comfortable. At first, you dismiss it, thinking maybe he's just lost in thought. However, the oddity of his behavior becomes more apparent as the meal progresses.

Oliver’s eyes follow your every move, and you feel an unsettling awareness of his gaze on you. It’s as if his attention is fixated solely on you. You exchange a glance with Felix, who seems oblivious to Oliver’s strange behavior at first.

You try to focus on your plate, on the conversation with Felix, but the weight of Oliver’s gaze is distracting. It’s not the kind of attention you want or need, especially coming from a guy who's already odd enough.

You try to enjoy breakfast, but the uneasy feeling persists. Oliver’s eyes seem to follow you, and you sense a strange tension in the air. However, as the minutes pass, even Felix begins to sense the unease in the air.

“You alright, Ollie?” Felix's timely interjection is a relief. Oliver shifts his focus from you to Felix and responds with a casual, "Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm good." A smile graces his face as he savors a spoonful of breakfast as your eyes flicker between the two, watching the interaction. You can't help but wonder if Venetia or Farleigh picked up on the awkward tension in the air.

As breakfast concludes, you can’t shake off the lingering discomfort. “Remind me why you brought Oliver to Saltburn again?” You question your boyfriend beside you as you continue your skincare routine.

Felix, sensing the need for discretion, swiftly moves to the door leading to Oliver's room. "Shh, don't be so loud," he cautions in a hushed tone, closing the door behind him with a sense of urgency.

"Darling, I know he's been acting weird—" Felix begins, coming up behind you, but you swiftly cut him off. "Oh, he's been acting more than weird. I could barely focus at breakfast with his eyes on me," you huff, applying sunscreen to your face, preparing for a day out in the sun by the lake. The tension in the air is palpable as you address the unease surrounding Oliver's peculiar behavior.

"I know, I know. He just has a... tendency to stare. He's probably admiring how gorgeous you are. Aren't you used to the stares?" He bends down to kiss your cheek, and you roll your eyes in response.

"He should know it's rude to stare," you say in a sing-song voice as you pack up your skincare products. "Don't mind him," Felix adds, his large hands wrapping around your bare stomach, giving your hips a slight squeeze.

The hot temperature outside and the high UV ray lead you, Venetia, Farleigh, Felix, and Oliver outside to lounge by the lake. As you settle on the blanket, the odd tension with Oliver becomes more pronounced. He positions himself nearby, and you catch him stealing glances at you.

It’s not the casual glances friends share; they're lingering, intense stares that make you uneasy. You exchange puzzled glances with Venetia, both of you trying to make sense of Oliver’s peculiar behavior.

“That Oliver has a staring problem, doesn’t he?” Venetia comments, readjusting her sunglasses that sit on her nose. “You saw the stares this morning right?” You turn your head towards her as she does the same. “I think everyone could sense the awkwardness between you two.”

You sigh, closing your eyes and turning your head back. “He’s so strange. I still can’t wrap my head around why Felix invited him here.” You try to focus on the conversation with Venetia, hoping to ignore Oliver’s odd glances. However, his behavior persists.

As you and Venetia engage in conversation by the lounge chairs, Oliver’s attention seems solely fixed on you. It’s as if he’s not present in the moment, lost in his own thoughts. The picturesque surroundings lose their charm as the atmosphere becomes charged with an unspoken tension.

“Is he looking,” You say lowly to Venetia, who discreetly looks behind you before humming. “Fucks sake,” You groan, turning your head only to find his eyes looking at his hands. Rolling your eyes, you gravitate your gaze to Felix right beside you.

Felix, sensing the unease, stands up to move his chair closer to yours, a protective gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed, especially when he places his large hand on your thigh. You appreciate his presence, but the situation with Oliver casts a shadow over what should have been a carefree day by the lake.

The discomfort peaks when you decide to take a break and lie down on the blanket, soaking up the sun’s warmth. Venetia joins you, and you both close your eyes, attempting to find solace in the peaceful surroundings.

However, Oliver’s peculiar behavior doesn’t wane. As you lie there, eyes closed, you sense his eyes on you, a prickling awareness that mars the tranquility of the moment. You open your eyes to find Oliver glancing at you again, a furtive gaze that makes you uneasy.

Venetia, too, notices the strange dynamic and shoots you a concerned look. You spot Farleigh and Felix in deep conversation, Farleigh glancing at Oliver from time to time before giving you a look, silently communicating the shared discomfort.

“Fuck this, I’m going to take a bath,” You mutter annoyed as everyone watches you get up from your towel. Perching your sunglasses on your head, you walk over to Felix. “I’m going to take a bath,” You lean down to kiss him as he hums.

“I’ll come join you in a sec,” He says, his hands toying with the strings on your bikini bottoms. With a brief exchange of nods, you make your way back to Saltburn and to Felix’s bathroom, which connected to Oliver’s room.

The cold water is already calling your name, promising respite from the tension that clings to the air. Closing the door behind you, you take a deep breath, hoping the solitude of the bath will provide the sanctuary you need.

Little do you know that the shadows of unease follow you into the bathroom. As you start to run the water, the events of the morning replay in your mind. The odd glances, the tension at breakfast—all of it weaves into a disconcerting tapestry.

Stripping off your bikini-clad body, you let out a moan of relief when your warm body makes contact with the cold water. Lighting up a cigarette, another sigh of relief escapes you.

Unbeknownst to you, Felix decides to retrieve something from Oliver’s room. As he opens the door, the scene before him freezes him in his tracks. Oliver, standing too close, is peering through the crack of the bathroom door, watching you in the bath.

Felix’s initial surprise gives way to a flash of anger. “What the fuck, Ollie?” he exclaims, his voice cutting through the silence. Your heart skips a beat as you hear the commotion outside. You hear Felix yelling as you quickly get out the tub, wrapping a robe around your naked body before emerging from the bathroom.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He screams as Oliver stammers, caught red-handed, unable to form a coherent response. You move beside Felix, rubbing your hand up and down his arm, trying to ease him down.

“You can’t just invade someone’s privacy like that,” Felix continues, his tone sharp. “What were you thinking, watching through the door like some creep?” His eyes were blown out, his face red as Oliver just stood there distressed.

“That’s so fucked up, Oliver.” You say quietly, though your tone and glare were ice cold. Oliver, looking sheepish and guilty, attempts to explain himself. “I-I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.”

Felix’s frustration deepens, and he points out, “Sorry is going to cut it, mate. What’s been going on with you? The staring, the weird glances—it’s not normal, man. We’re supposed to be friends. She’s my girlfriend, and you’ve been creeping her the fuck out!”

The room is charged with tension as the two friends face off. Felix, normally calm and collected, is visibly shaken by the breach of trust. You stand there, wrapped in a towel, feeling a mixture of concern and disgust for Oliver and an urge to comfort Felix.

Oliver, fumbling for words, finally admits, “Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I messed up, and I completely understand if you’re mad.” Felix lets out a dark laugh, throwing his head back as Oliver gulps.

“Mate, we’re more than just mad. What you did is so fucking wrong,” Felix spat as Oliver says nothing but nods his head lightly. "I think it’s best if you leave, Ollie," you tighten the robe around your body as Felix lets out a deep sigh, running his hands through his hair as Ollie nods, his gaze on the ground.

“Of course. I’m sorry again,” he apologizes as you give him one final look, grabbing Felix’s arm and pulling him with you back into the bathroom. Felix looks over his shoulder at Oliver, slamming the door shut and locking it.