uch3na

[uch3na]

❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ❞

pairing: farleigh x afab reader

warnings: making out (the night before), praise, a bit of spitting, slight degredation, size kink, cum eating, fingering, cussing

synopsis: farleigh wakes you up by eating you out

a/n: evb get a new pair of panties!!!! (im sorry this is lazy and i havent been writing 😕)

you felt the suns heat on your face even while sleeping. you felt the heat going from your cheeks, all the way to your arms. it didn’t bother you since it was normal and it felt nice. you fell asleep farleigh’s room; only because last night was your birthday and you got too drunk and didn’t wanna be anywhere that wasn’t with him.

as your boyfriend, he could tell when you were really drunk, and just let you fall asleep in his arms. he also knew as your boyfriend how you get when you were drunk. when the two of you were out last night, you couldn’t seem to keep your hands off of him. you just had to be in his lap, with his hand on your waist everywhere he went. when he got up to use the bathroom you would whine and ask him to just wait and let you sit for a bit longer. and each time he let you sit for a few minutes more, you would give him that little look and “adjust” yourself in his lap. farleigh knew exactly what you were doing — but didn’t wanna act on it until you were sober. he just sat back and let you get your little hopes up only to be disappointed when you got home.

he felt bad — he really did. he always wants his girl to feel good no matter what. it just doesn’t sit right with him when you’re drunk and he’s not. the most he’ll do when you’re intoxicated is make out with you. farleigh already has discussed tonight that he’s not going any further than that and it took you a while to fully digest it. and after that little while you just accepted it and took what he was gonna give you. the moment he put his lips on yours, you felt yourself melt. he leaned his back against the headboard, pulling you into his lap. after some time of his lips against yours, you felt yourself get a bit sleepy. he could tell you were getting tired too, so he just let you bury yourself in his neck and breathe in his scent as you drifted off.

you don’t know when you woke up, but you remember exactly how. you felt a tickle on your legs before you decided to finally rub your eyes and try to wake up faster. when you looked down you saw farleigh’s face buried between your thighs. he was kissing softly at your clothed pussy. the only thing in the way of his tongue being in you was your pink, lacy underwear. farleigh absolutely loved when you wore underwear like that. it honestly made him want you more if that was even possible. you felt his tongue lick a stripe and you shivered from the way the fabric got cold when he let out a deep breath onto the saliva. you moan softly at the sensation and the sudden noise makes farleigh look up and take his mouth off of you.

"aw, m'sorry princess... did i wake you up?" he whispers sensually. a small smile forms on his face when he notices your expression when you realized what he was doing. he had his arms wrapped around your thighs and moved one so he could use his hand to move your underwear to the side. you leaned up onto your elbows, getting a better look at him. he maintained eye contact the entire time as he skillfully used his thumb to toy with your clit. he noticed your breath getting heavier with each movement, each kiss he left onto your soaking pussy. he wanted to tease you before he gave you fully what you wanted.

farleigh kept the eye contact, his eyes boring into yours while he used two fingers to slide through your folds. he was lubing them up so it wouldn’t be too hard to slide into your little cunt. you slowly shut your eyes before you felt a warm sensation on your pussy. farleigh had spit on you. he noticed your reaction and it got a smirk out of him before he finally got to work. once his mouth was fully on you, you let out the cutest moan he had ever heard. he slid the two fingers in, slowly and steadily — luckily for him it wasn’t too hard for them to slide in before he started to finger fuck you mercilessly. his mouth was sucking on your clit before he pulled away to say, “since you wanted to act like a little slut yesterday, ima treat you like one sweetheart.”

after his words he almost immediately began to work his mouth faster on you. his fingers pumping in and out at a pace he had never done before. “w-wasn’t tryna act like a slut…” you hiccup. “jus-… just wanted your attention far…”

he broke the eye contact to watch his fingers easily slide into you. he curled his fingers up just right and you choke out a moan and reach down to hold his other hand. farleigh looked back up at you, moving his hand away before saying “no touching until i say so.” and instead of him holding onto your hand, he used his very large one to press down onto your stomach to keep you from squirming around. you felt your body vibrate with each moan and groan that came from his mouth and into your cunt. you clenched around his fingers with each curl up and pump in and out of your soaking pussy. he took his mouth off of your clit, peppering tiny kisses around the inside of your thighs. “cmon cum for me baby, i know you can do it…”

farleigh continued to use his tongue on you until your legs were shaking on top of his shoulders. his eyes were animalistic, almost burning holes into your skin just with his look. he was damn near growling, trying to get a better taste of you. “fuck farleigh- i think imgonnacum.” you moan out quickly. he could already tell just from the way your breath got heavier and your noises got higher in pitch. he moved his hand from your stomach and intertwined his fingers with yours, making his hand look way bigger.

you were panting, a fucking mess beneath him. and all only from his mouth and fingers. once your orgasm washed over you it felt like you were in heaven. you looked down at farleigh to see him licking everything up like a damn dog. he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, and then almost immediately slipped them into his mouth. you heard him moan at the taste of you on his tongue again. he looked back up at you before he climbed on top of you and put his lips on yours.

“happy now?”

4 mi bebe @ludicdoll

#farleigh catton #farleigh smut #farleigh start smut #farleigh x you #archie madekwe #save me archie madekwe… #farleigh saltburn #saltburn #farleigh x reader #uch3na

[uch3na]

AUHAHFHG

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

☆ jann mardenborough

pairing: jann mardenborough x fem!reader

contents: smut, cowgirl, thigh riding, praise, softdom jann, gentle and cute sex yk, size kink, cussing

synopsis: you surprise your boyfriend with your new lingerie set when he comes back home from a win.

a/n: somebody sedate me pls i love him

you adjust your appearance in the mirror leaning against the corner wall of your bedroom, pulling up your lace garter. it’s been a few weeks since jann had left for the le mans race, and you missed him dearly. he would text to update you everyday about how it was going, and when you finally got a call from him a week later, he was cheering on about how he had won—you couldn’t be more proud of him. you were expecting him to be back home soon, and to reward him for winning the race, you dolled yourself up and bought a new lingerie set you had been eyeing for the last few days. it was a dark red translucent babydoll dress covered in lace detailing with a matching pair of cheeky underwear.

you smiled to yourself as you play with the small bow on the top, jann loved when you wore cute lingerie sets with bows. he said it made you look angelic in a way.

you switch off the light, then reach over to turn on the small lamp on the dresser to create a more romantic atmosphere. you spin around, watching as the red mesh twirls around your body before walking over to your bed and dropping yourself down. you prop yourself up on your elbows, looking at the reflection to make sure you looked decent. you slightly jerk when you hear the sound of a car pulling in. you lay still, waiting. jann calls out for you from downstairs but you don’t respond. after a few minutes, you hear him walking upstairs. he knocks on the door before twisting the doorknob slowly.

he pokes his head in, a smile immediately breaking on his face when he notices you laying on the bed. “hey, baby.” he mutters while closing the door behind him. it takes you every muscle in your body to not immediately jump into his arms and cover his face in kisses. you stay quiet, staring up at him through your mascara coated lashes. his eyes pan down your body and he inhales sharply.

you finally sit up, crawling over to the edge of the mattress and swinging your legs over. “what is this?” he asks with an intrigued laugh. you give him a timid smile in return, fidgeting with your necklace. although in this moment you seemed bold and confident, your heart was beating so fast you swore he could hear it. you never initiated intimacy in the bedroom due to the fact that you were still so nervous around him. his gaze on you was heavy, almost intense enough to make you come on the spot. “i just wanted to surprise you, a treat for your win at the race.” you reply back. your voice is barely a whisper, and he seems to notice how shaky you are. you watch intentively as he takes off his hoodie, then his shirt before his hands make their way to his belt which he abruptly pauses at.

“are you sure you wanna do this right now, baby?” he asks. you look up, a confused expression on your face. you nod eagerly, placing your hand between your thighs to sooth your nerves. “you seem really tense,” he laughs quietly, but there’s a hint of worry in his voice. you glance down at your thighs, pressing your lips in a thin line. “why wouldn’t i be? i’m the luckiest girl in the world.” you mutter out. jann smiles, caressing your face with his large hand.

he steps closer to you, his eyes darting over to his pants then back down at you. you blink before realizing he wants you to unbuckle his belt for him. you swallow hard before lifting your shaky hands up to his pants, teasingly taking off his belt, making sure he got a good view of your cleavage above you. you stare at his deep v-line before your fingers trail down to his crotch. you unzip his jeans then lean back on your hands to get a better view of him. he pulls off his jeans then crawls on top of you with a small chuckle. “you’re so perfect,” he mumbles against your neck, causing you to squirm when you feel his hot breath on you.

you giggle at his compliment, kissing his cheek. “tonight—i’m all yours.” you whisper softly as you shyly play with the bow on your dress. “yeah?” he asks while he watches you fidget anxiously. “mhm,” you hum back in reply. even though the two of you had been together for over a year, it still felt like when you first started liking him. jann’s lips instantly return to yours, dipping his hand under the open slit in the middle of the dress. his thumb slowly brushes against your waist, making you twitch under his touch. he laughs at your reaction, continuing to tickle his fingertips down your soft stomach. his hand took up your whole torso, so it was easy for him to toss you around. he knew how you felt about his size, he knew you were weak whenever he’d use it to his advantage. you gasped as he hooked his fingers around the thin band of your panties, pulling them down to your ankles.

“so pretty,” he whispers under his breath as his eyes trail down to your exposed cunt. you whine quietly from embarrassment, grabbing the duvet under you and covering your face with it. jann laughs, grabbing the blanket and pulling it away from you. “stop that, i wanna see your beautiful face.” he leans down to kiss you, smiling between each gentle kiss. “jann,” you whimper when you feel his erection rutting up against your pussy. he groans, peppering kisses down your chest and neck. “fuck, i missed you so much, princess.” he finally pulls off his boxers, revealing his hardened dick to you. “i missed you too,” your breathing hitches as you prepare yourself for the stretch—but he suddenly wraps his arms around you instead, swiftly switching positions so you were straddling his lap.

you yelp as slides his hands back down your hips, lifting you slightly so his thigh was between your legs. you choke back a moan when you feel your swollen clit against his skin. “show me how much you missed me,” he rasps deeply as he pulls your dress strap off your shoulder, careful to not rip up the dainty fabric. he takes your breast in his hand before he starts massaging the sensitive bud, groaning in satisfaction when you slowly grind on his thigh. the sounds of your labored breathing and the wetness of your dripping cunt fills the room in echos.

you feel yourself getting hot from embarrassment, you couldn’t believe you were already so wet from this. even just the sight of jann made your legs tremble. “so good, baby—so good.” he choked out as his hand slowly pumps up and down his long cock, his thick tip leaking with precum that you so desperately needed right now. you rest your hands on his upper thigh, rocking your hips faster against him. each movement almost makes you cry out from overstimulation, but you keep going. jann tilts his body down, making you lean back as his tongue runs down the valley between your tits. you throw your head back, moaning louder when you feel the tension in your stomach gradually building up. “i missed you so much, jann. i had so many wet dreams about yo—fuck!” you cry out as he nips at a sensitive part of your neck.

jann traces his mouth down to your boobs, taking your nipple between his lips as he sucks on it, covering his spit all over your chest. he’s gentle and slow, making sure to savor every part of this. he wanted to remember every detail, from the way the ribbon in your hair was bouncing as you were riding his thigh, down to the way your moans would slightly pitch up when you were close. “i can’t stand you being away from me, i hate it when you’re gone.” you whisper lustfully. your words visibly get a rise out of jann, he sighs loudly, knitting his brows together against your chest.

you grind up against him one more time before he suddenly pulls you off back into his lap. you whine out in protest, being that you were almost reaching your climax. jann caresses your jawline with his hand, shushing you softly. “i’ll make you come, baby. be good for me, yea?” he says. you nod, taking in a deep breath. he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, sliding the tip between your folds sensually. he repeats this a couple of times to coat your wetness on him before he slowly sinks himself inside of you. the two of you moan loudly, synchronizing as you start adjusting yourself on his dick. he was definitely above average, you would never get used to that familiar stretch between your legs.

“my perfect girl,” he sighs out as he slowly starts thrusting upwards into your pussy. even though you were sitting on top of him, you still felt so small compared to his huge frame, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into a warm embrace. “i need you so bad, baby” you whimper loudly, hugging his head close to your chest. jann groans in your ear. the walls of your cunt was swallowing him whole, feeling it flutter around his dick when his tip would graze over your g-spot. “oh fuck, i have to bring you with me to my next races—i can’t be away from you ever again.” your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head from his words. you slowly begin to speed up, resting the palms of your hands behind you to help you support yourself while riding him.

jann pulls away from the hug, arms still around your torso. his large hands shift over to hold your waist, lifting your hips up and down as you slow your pace. he was so big. his dick was girthy and long, and he knew exactly how to use it. the sensation of jann’s cock sliding in and out of you rapidly was almost too much for you. you try to slow your hips, but jann is quick to pick you back up on his dick. you cry out loudly when his tip reaches deep inside of you, causing you to squeeze tightly around him.

the sound of your skin slapping against each other with the wet sound of your slick made a lewd squelching sound, but it only turned you on more. you slowly gaze up at jann’s face, looking up at him with teary eyes. you can see the thin blanket of sweat dripping down from his forehead to his neck—his loose curls slightly damp. he looked so pretty like this. “you’re so handsome, baby.” jann nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck in response, hiding his smile.

your vision was getting blurred with each stretching bounce. jann notices how you were progressively getting tired, so he runs his hand up your back—pounding into your cunt slowly but hard enough to make you cry out from the stir of pleasure and slight pain. you tilt your head up, pulling him into a soft, long kiss. jann whimpers loudly in your mouth, his tongue swirling against yours. the kiss starts to get messy, your spit mixing together as he continues to thrust you up and down in his lap. “c’mon baby, c’mon—ride me, i know you can do it, princess.” his breathing is shaky, lips slightly glossed from your saliva.

you thought you were in heaven as jann held you tightly, moaning and chanting his name with short breaths. you were almost pushed over the edge when you felt his long fingers brush past your swollen clit. jann lets out an airy chuckle as he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing in slow circular motions. your hips immediately jut up while shaking in pleasure. “shit, jann—i’m close.” you whine out as you feel his dick twitching inside of you. “come for me doll, i want you to come all over my dick, please.” jann cooed, pulling softly on your hair so he was making direct eye contact with you. he wanted to see your pretty little face when you would squirt on him. he snaps his hips against yours as you pick up your pace again, a desperate attempt to reach your sweet climax you longed for.

you roll your hips one last time before you’re instantly being undone from his touch, crying out from the coiling pleasure in your pussy. in that same moment, jann let’s out an animalistic growl in your neck, shooting ropes of his milky cum inside of your pussy. “oh fuck!” he moans. you convulse around his thick girth, your orgasm running down his dick to his balls. you groan silently when jann holds you up with an arm and pulls out with a wet pop. it takes you a minute to adjust back in his lap, leaning your head on his shoulder. you close your eyes, sighing in relief while he tangles his arms around your waist.

when you open your eyes, you see jann staring down at you passionately. his eyes are low and heavy, indicating he was slightly worn out—but he had a soft sheepish grin plastered on his face. “i’ve been dreaming about this for weeks.” he says playfully. you giggle, lazily kissing him on the cheek.

© please do not publish my work on other sites.

[uch3na]

yup and what

im watching on becoming a god in central florida (2019) just to see kirsten dunst slap that twink

[uch3na]

𝐔𝐂𝐇𝟑𝐍𝐀’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 ──☆*:・ﾟ

- 𝐢𝐦 𝟏𝟗, 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐰𝐞

- 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 🎀

- 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧!

✧ 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑)

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐞

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐇𝐂’𝐬

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞

✧ 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 (𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐎 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑)

𝐅𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝

✧ 𝐊𝐚𝐢 (𝐕𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏)

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞

✧ 𝐊𝐨𝐟𝐮𝐧 (𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗-𝟐𝟎𝟐���)

#uch3na #farleigh catton #farleigh smut #farleigh start smut #farleigh x you #archie madekwe #save me archie madekwe… #farleigh saltburn #jann mardenborough #saltburn #farleigh x reader #kai voyagers #kai x reader #voyagers #gran turismo

[uch3na]

my man

A few more Saltburn behind the scenes pictures

[uch3na]

via archmadekwe instagram story

[uch3na]

watched saltburn like 2 months ago and I still dont understand why (more) ppl thirst over elordi's bland character instead of madekwe's beautiful funny witty naive (at times) easily manipulated snobby annoying insulting charismatic role

[uch3na]

I feel like Farleigh loves to bite 🤷

❝ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ❞

pairing: farleigh x afab reader

warnings: semi plot, smut, biting (obv), sub!farleigh, missionary, riding, praise (m receiving), hair pulling, begging, fucking farleigh dumb (?)

a/n: oh yeah… yeah. also for my baby @ludicdoll

not too long ago, you dragged farleigh away from the party to go to your room. he had his hands on you the whole night — kissing and gently biting at your neck and just trying to touch you everywhere. he seemed so needy. i mean, you did just come back from out of town but still; you’ve been out of town way longer before, and he’s never acted like this in public. as soon as he felt your hands wrap around his wrist and pull him out the room, he knew he was finally getting what he wanted.

soon enough he had you laying on your back in missionary. his face was buried in your neck, biting slightly. he was trying not to be too loud; scared of embarrassing himself by showing how needy he was for you. your hand moved to the back of his head, tangling in his curls. it pulled a high whine from his throat, but farleigh immediately started to kiss your neck to distract himself and shut up. but you didn’t like it. you liked hearing the little noises he made from your tight, wet cunt wrapped around his thick cock. “doing so good f’me… cmon lemme hear you…” you whisper out into his ear. the room was filled with the lewd sound of squelching and skin slapping. farleigh’s moans were getting higher in pitch, but his hips started to slow down. he whined out, like he wanted something from you. and almost immediately you knew exactly what it was he wanted. you pulled his hair back slightly, making him look at you. “is my baby tired?” you coo mockingly at him. his eyes were low, and he was already so pussy drunk that he couldn’t form his words properly.

“mmh… mhm…” he whimpers as you rub his cheek soothingly. he looks up at you with pleading eyes — his lips swollen from all the rough kisses you had given to him moments earlier. “get on your back.” you instruct. farleigh swiftly turns over, putting his hands on your waist to make sure he doesn’t pull out when doing so. you lean down to plant a kiss on his forehead and put your hands on his chest. before you do anything, farleigh sits up, resting his back on the head of the bed. he braces himself, putting one hand on the back of your neck to bring you closer to his slick lips. they instantly make contact with your skin and a few seconds later you feel his teeth sink into your skin. he didn’t bite down hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a tiny mark. you moan out at the sensation and start to rock your hips against farleigh’s. his large hands tighten on your waist and a needy whimper escapes his throat.

once you started to bounce on his cock was when he absolutely lost it. your hands went to tangle in his hair again as your hips started to move faster. he removed his mouth from your neck, sitting back all the way and letting his eyes shut instinctively — but you called out to him for him to look you in the eye as you rode him. “no no no baby, eyes up here remember?” he let out a whine in protest, eyes still closed. you stopped moving your hips, reaching up to gently grab his face.

that got his attention.

his pretty brown eyes opened up and scanned your face. he licked his swollen lips before finally breaking the silence in the bedroom. “can you please move… ill be good f’you i promise baby, cmon…” he kept the eye contact, waiting for you to start moving your hips again for him. he moved his hand from the nape of your neck and slowly dragged it down to rest on your lower back. when he noticed you shift your hips slightly he bit his lips, preparing himself. you started at a slow pace, keeping yourself steady with your hands resting on his shoulders. a low whimper escaped him since he was already overwhelmed with everything you’ve done to him within the past hour — but he still needed more. “f-faster… please i need it. i need you…” he moaned out with a slight voice crack. you obliged to his begging, moving your hips a bit faster. at this point both of his hands were on your waist and he was biting his lip to where he almost drew blood.

he kept a tight grip on your hips, nails digging into your skin as his noises got higher and higher in pitch. he moved one hand from your hip to bring your neck back down to his lips again. he started to suck little bruises and marks onto your skin before he bit down. he usually only bites like this when he gets overstimulated from too many emotions at once. when he felt your tight cunt squeeze on his cock he sobbed out. “baby — d-don’t do that… don’t wanna cum yet…” he looked up at you from the crook of your neck, flashing a pussy drunk smile before he went right back to kissing and nipping at your neck.

you could tell he was getting close to cumming when he stopped biting you and just kept his lips on your skin — little moans and whines escaping his lips as he put his hand back to rest on your waist. his eyes would damn near roll to the back of his head with each movement of your hips. "you've been so good for me hm? wanna cum..?" you coo to him. he bit his lip again, nodding his head at you. one of your hands go to rub at his cheek, and he immediately leans into your touch. his jaw is slack as he looks up at you, chest rising and falling heavily as he chases his orgasm. “oh fuck, please keep going… m’so close…” he started to thrust up into you, wanting for you to cum with him. once he felt that familiar feeling in his stomach he held your hips down on his — all while still nibbling and kissing at your pulse point.

…

“is that what you wanted?” you whisper out, breaking the silence.

“mhm…”

#little blurb #farleigh catton #farleigh smut #farleigh start smut #farleigh x you #archie madekwe #save me archie madekwe… #farleigh saltburn #saltburn #farleigh x reader

[uch3na]

OH GOOD GAWD😭😭😭👅

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

farleigh start ☆

pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader

contents: smoking, sexual tension, farleigh being yet again an arrogant cunt, fingering, littleeee bit of degrading but for the most part there’s praise, farleigh’s slightly toxic, dom farleigh, situationship type relationship

synopsis: you and farleigh share a cigarette on the staircase.

a/n: farleigh lives in my mind rent free 24/7, for my bby @uch3na

there’s something so chilling and unnerving about the saltburn corridors at night, everything appeared so much more closed in. felix would usher you to come to saltburn with him every summer, and you always declined. however, this year you gave in. you constantly got lost within the house, always walking loops around the castle. unfortunately, you couldn’t sleep and felt antsy—so you decided to explore the manor. as you slowly creak open your door, you poke your head out and look around. when you’ve confirmed no one is awake, you tiptoe across the polished floors, bumping into several obscuring objects in your way due to the darkness. you walk past a room before stepping back and looking through the cracked door.

the lamp was still on inside, and it only occurs to you when you gloss over the posters on the walls that it’s farleigh’s bedroom. you immediately step back, afraid he would catch you in his door. but you realized he wasn’t in his room at all, in fact he was behind you staring you down.

“what are you doing?” his voice is low and sultry which causes you to jump back and yelp, holding a hand up to your chest. “holy fuck, farleigh—you scared me.” you whisper, worried about waking up the cattons. he’s sitting on top of one of the many staircases in the home, a cigarette between his fingers (as always)

“you stalking me or something?” he asks with a raised brow. you cross your arms, not impressed by his joke. “no, i was just—” you trip up on your words for a moment, distracted by his intense glare. “i couldn’t sleep.”

farleigh looks at you up and down, a thin line of smoke flowing out of his mouth. “so you decided to come to my room instead?” of course, he flipped the narrative to make it seem like you were purposely looking for him. his voice was laced with arrogance, a smirk plastered on his lips. “you cheeky minx,” he mutters as he draws out another exhale from his cigarette. you roll your eyes, tugging at your sleep shorts that were a little bit too small to your liking. farleigh’s eyes darts down to your smooth legs, an intrigued look on his face. the blue moonlight lit the side of his face perfectly, just enough for you to make out his expression shifting.

you dig the balls of your heels deeper into the cold floor, slightly nervous from him examining you. you walk over to the railing, sitting down on the step next to him. farleigh leans over to your shoulder, offering his cigarette to you. you stare up him for a moment before taking it from his fingers, sighing when you feel the cold menthol flavor on your tongue. “you sleep in those clothes?” he asks with a soft judgmental tone while sliding his hand across the soft fabric of your shorts, almost groping at your ass. you groan, rolling your eyes in response. “i didn’t know i packed my old clothes. they obviously don’t fit me, farleigh.” you smack his hand away, turning to look out of the large window. the view of the garden is enchanting and gorgeous, almost beautiful enough to distract you from farleigh inching closer to you.

“mhm, yeah. you look sexy in it though.” you snap your head at him, brows slightly raised from his confident remark. he looks at you funny, shrugging his shoulders innocently as a way of saying “what?” your friendship—well, situationship with him was definitely something. you hated that term, situationship. it felt so condescending to you, just like a more loose term for fuck buddies. farleigh didn’t like when you got too friendly with other guys, he made that known to you because every time he caught you with another boy, he would take you back to his dorm and fuck you dumb. but, for some reason when he would talk and flirt with other girls, you weren’t allowed to do anything about it. and as much as you wanted to tear away from the grasp he had on you, you simply couldn’t. you’d find your way back to him eventually, and he knew that.

ever since you arrived at saltburn, farleigh has made sure that he annoyed you in every way he could, keeping you on your toes as much as possible. for example, during breakfast this morning his hand kept riding up your dress, fingers dancing across your panties teasingly—and during events, he would bounce his leg up and down with you in his lap, his knee rutting up against your pussy. the way he would tease you drove you insane because although he touched you, he never fully went through with it. he didn’t fuck you, finger you, or eat you out even though he would initiate the heavy situation.

“what are you thinking about?” he asks, his chin resting on your shoulder. he’s looking at you, chestnut eyes burning into yours. you hum, passing the cigarette back to him. “just about how much of an ass you are.” you reply with a bitter tone. farleigh tilts his head to the side and you feel him breaking into a smile even though your head was turned away. “it’s not funny.” you groan in annoyance. his hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you close. “it’s a little bit funny.” your leg bounces up and down, a nervous habit you had developed from all the stress you endured at oxford. it’s silent for a while, the sounds of crickets chirping and the soft patter of rain outside filling the long halls. “you keep teasing me, far.” you mumble, ashamed at how needy you sounded right now. he chuckles lowly, kissing your neck. “how so?”

his voice is quiet but somehow it still makes your insides turn and your thighs close tighter. farleigh seems to notice this slight movement and it gets a rise out of him. he smirks mischievously before shifting over on the stairs, moving so your back was now pressed against his chest. “c’mon then. tell me, princess.” he whispers in your ear. his voice is smooth like velvet, yet low and coarse. you watch as a layer of smoke evaporates over your head, then he puts his cigarette out against the cream colored tiles. “elspeth will freak if she finds your ashes on the floor.” you rasped in an attempt to advert the conversation. farleigh clicks his tongue, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. “i’ll just blame it on felix.” you feel the warmth radiating off of him, a slight tent in his pajama pants against your ass. farleigh presses a wet kiss on your neck before peppering a few more down tenderly.

“farleigh,” you breathe out. you let out a small moan, lulling your head back on his shoulder. he looks down at you with predator eyes, a half-lidded stare boring into yours. you moan out his name again, trying to get his attention but his hands are roaming further down your body. “farleigh, not here.” you whisper. he groans, letting out a quiet growl. “yes here, just be good f’me, baby.” you watch as his large hands settle on your hips, his fingers probing at the band of your shorts. slowly, he pulls them down your legs, sliding his fingers between your folds against your clothed pussy. you gasp softly, shifting in his arms nonstop. “you’re soaked through your panties. you like me that much, huh?” he taunts arrogantly.

you felt so sensitive right now, yearning for his touch. he continues to spread his big hands across your stomach, inching closer and closer to your dripping cunt. you twitch from anticipation, needy and desperate in his hands. “oh god, stop it.” you hiss. he pokes his head up, lips parted slightly. “uh-uh, say please.” his hand stops traveling down and you whine in response. a quiet groan escapes your lungs when you realize farleigh wants to hear you beg for him. of course, you’re just as stubborn as he is so you stay quiet at first—trying to prove to him that he didn’t have as much control over you that he thought he did. “say it.” his voice is a bit louder now, more clear with a harsher tone. you bite down on your bottom lip and scoff at his demands.

“i know you’ve been touching yourself to me.” this makes you freeze, and your bratty attitude drops for a split second. and while yes, it was true—you didn’t know he knew about it, which was even more embarrassing. your face heats up quickly, your body feeling like jelly against his large frame. “imagine how much better i can make you feel.” his voice is driven with lust, eyes dark with ardor. you turn your head away, rubbing against his hard dick with a pout on your face. you sigh out of frustration before whimpering a quiet “please,” but he still doesn’t seem satisfied. “what did you say?” he asks hauntingly—his hand resting on your chin and moving your face so you’re looking up at him. you feel your insides coiling in anticipation and frustration all at once. he was such a bitch but you liked it.

“farleigh—” you go to protest.

“nonono, let me hear it.” he interrupts. “please,” you beg instantly, you can't wait anymore, you need him now. farleigh grins, planting a kiss on your parted lips before pulling off your panties down to your ankles. you wince slightly from the cold air hitting your bare skin, gasping when his thumb circles your swollen clit. his fingertips ghost past your dripping slit, drawing a quiet cry from you. his touch is slow and sensual in a way that makes you dissolve further into him. you think that if his arms weren't holding you up, you'd fall right down the steps. his finger probe at your wet hole, sliding it in with a lewd squelching sound. your back arches slightly, hips stuttering upwards against his slender hands. you whine and cry out softly as his finger curls up, sliding in and out of your cunt mercilessly. you try to keep quiet, terrified of felix walking out of his room and seeing farleigh fingering you into oblivion.

“let me hear your pretty little voice, baby,” he mumbles into your neck. you shake your head, pressing your lips into a thin line to suppress your moans. then, farleigh dips in another finger, stretching you out. you pant and sigh, running your hand up to his face then to his curls. you softly tug on them, grinding against his fingers with a stuttered jerk of your hips. “fuck, you’re such a bitch.” you whine. “you love that, don’t you?” he chuckles back in return. you don’t have to see him to know that he had a wide grin plastered on his face right now, you can hear it. although the summer heat was decently cooler at night, the air seemed hotter around you now. your skin is coated in a thin layer of sweat, lips wet and red from you biting down on it. you throw your head back as soon as his thumb grazes past your sensitive clit again. farleigh sighs at the sight, seeming to get off from you whining and tearing up under his hold.

farleigh pushes his fingers deeper inside your walls, running his other hand on your waist up to play with your tits. your shirt slightly slips off your shoulders which causes you to shudder from the tickling feeling. farleigh keeps his deliberate pace, taunting you. he breathes in your scent, lining wet kisses along your shoulder with ease. “farleigh, go faster.” you moan out, he clicks his tongue, narrowing his head further into your neck. you groan, “please,” and he obeys surprisingly. his fingers speed up as his hands massage your breasts softly—drawing a choked sob from your throat. eventually, his hand from your chest moves away back down to your clit, rubbing at it roughly. your breath hitches, back arching into him. you slowly feel a overwhelming sensation over your body, dazing you out like an intense high. you can barely keep your eyes open when he starts spitting out dirty words into your ear. “such a slut,” he sputters out, “you’re lucky you’re fucking gorgeous.”

you roll your hips into his hand, increasing the pleasurable ache between your legs. farleigh sees your desperate attempt and decides to rapidly slide his fingers in and out of you at a more ragged pace. you mutter a string of curses, his name following after in a lewd moan. your hand reaches down to his, trying to stop his intense motions. in an instant, farleigh grabs your wrist and presses it back down against the floor. now, his hand is on top of yours, holding it tightly. you try to close your legs but you realize his legs are under yours, trapping you down. you couldn’t wiggle your way out of his grasp either, he was far too big and strong.

farleigh watched as you squirmed and cried, his fingers performing a vigorous rate against your dripping pussy. and for a moment, everything goes completely blank. it feels like you’re drifting for a second, stars glazed over your eyes. it feels like a rope being split inside your body, you squirt all over his fingers witha piercing moan—a moan loud enough to wake up the entire house. “oh fuck!” you cry out. you try to catch your breath, basking in the silence. farleigh hums, satisfied with your reaction. you feel your gummy walls spasming around his long fingers, “you’re such a whore, y’know that?” he asks. you roll your eyes, the hand in his hair falters back down to your abdomen slowly and you lean your head away from his arm, staring down at his hand still pumping in and out of your pussy slowly. farleigh pulls his hand away from your hole with a pop. you hear him licking at his fingers behind you loudly. he wants you to know that he's a fucking perv. and as much as you want to hate it, it only makes your knees weaker.

his other hand that is on top of your much smaller one loosens, but he's still making sure your fingers are intertwined with his. farleigh untangles his legs from yours, tilting your head up to make eye contact with him. he smiles, eyes glinting from the moonlight. he kisses you, a delicate and tender kiss at that—you taste yourself on his tongue.

when he pulls away from your soft lips, he looks at you up and down. he bites down on his bottom lip, a slightly depraved look on his face. you turn away shyly, grabbing your shorts and underwear from the stairs, stumbling slightly forward. as you get up, you feel an abrupt slap on your ass. you look down in shock, frowning at farleigh underneath you. he grins widely, leaning back on his hands to get a better view up your loose shirt. your face quickly heats up at his lust-driven stare. you pull down your shirt to cover your butt then carefully step past him to find your way back to your room. in the far distance, you hear him laughing.

“goodnight!” he shouts out. you wince at how loud he was, patting the back of your hand against your forehead to wipe off the faint sweat on your skin. you no longer felt the need to go wander, you were just tired.

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[uch3na]

OH YEAH DAWG😭😭😭😭😭

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋

kofun ☆

pairing: kofun x fem!reader

contents: reader has vision, softdom kofun, praising, massaging, eye contact, size kink, kofun being gentle with you

synopsis: kofun comes to see you after his training.

a/n: all i’ve been thinking about for the past week is season 2 episode 6 where kofun’s getting deoowwwnnnn with sibeth (gag i know) so i had to write this, also this is kinda ass and short but wtv

it’s dark out, the quiet wind breezing through your cracked windows. you were getting ready to go to bed, changing into your velvet worn out night gown. your whole body ached in discomfort from all the labor you had done earlier. you were out hunting and had ridden far to the outskirts of town for food. before you could climb into bed, you hear a loud knock outside the cabin. you lived quite distant from any near by towns, so you never expected anybody to show up to your cabin in the middle of the night. interested, you walk out your room and pad over to the window—peaking your head out. your face instantly lights up as soon as you see your boyfriend outside, arms crossed in front of his chest.

you quickly unlock the door, melting into his embrace when he reaches out to you. “hey princess.” he whispers in your ear. his hand strokes down your back, smiling into your neck. “you missed me?” he asks. you nod, opening the door and letting him in.

he kicks off his boots then removes his thick coat. you hold onto his pinkie, leading him past the kitchen and into your bedroom. your room is dimly lit with a lantern in the corner, a few candles off to the side. as the two of you sit on the edge of the mattress, you realize his calloused hand had a huge cut running across his palm. “oh my god,” you gasp, picking up his large hand and examining it closely. he lets out a chuckle, shaking his head in response. “i got cut during training.” he adds. you frown at him and brush his disheveled curls away from his face. “you’ve been training nonstop recently. aren’t you tired?”

kofun hums, staring down at your much smaller hand in his. “i’m okay baby,” he mumbles, but you can tell he isn’t because of the dark circles under his eyes, the way his voice was more monotone and dry, he hasn’t been keeping up with his appearance as well either. you ponder for a while before scooting back on the cot behind him. kofun turns, raising a brow. your hands find their way to his shoulders, slowly massaging his tense arms. “relax, you deserve this.” you say as you press a kiss on his cheek. you hear him sighing, leaning into your soft touch. you took your time, working out the tension and knots. you enjoyed these tender moments with him, he always gave you princess treatment and you wanted to give something back in return.

as you continued to work your way down his tall frame, you pull him closer down the bed, his back resting against the pillows. you crawl over to him, straddling his lap. kofun looked down at you, intrigued with what you were doing. your hands left his shoulders and settled onto your side. “you should relieve your stress,” you mutter as you unbutton his vest and shirt. he doesn’t protest—only watching silently when you continue to undress him. he then pulls off his trousers, planting kisses down your neck. you feel kofun’s hand slide under your dress and up to your waist—his erection rutting up against your clothed pussy.

“oh, fuck…” he breathes out as his hands travel up to your plump breasts. you pull on the waist band of his boxers, dragging them off his legs. you quickly follow after to take off your panties, moaning into his kisses. he pulls away from the kiss when your hand presses up against his chest to push him down into the plush of the mattress. he lays there, eyes wandering all over your body. “let me take care of you, kofun.” you speak softly. he whimpers in protest, but is kept down with you in his lap. you slip your dress over your head to expose your bare body. his eyes drop to your pussy, your breasts, then back up to make eye contact with you.

there’s a flame in his eyes, fueled with passion and love. you drop down to kiss him again, your hands pressed against his face. he grabs the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. it’s slow and gentle, his tongue sliding in your mouth with ease. his lips are plush and soft against yours. kofun lets out a trail of “mhm’s”, his dick still hard with anticipation.

a lewd string of saliva breaks when you pull away from his pink lips. your hand reaches down to his thick cock, a glob of precum spewing out on his thick tip. your hand runs up and down his dick, slightly edging him on. “ah—fuck, c’mon.” he whines. “i need to feel you, baby.”

you bite on your bottom lip, rubbing his tip against the entrance of your wet cunt. he moans at sudden feeling, lulling his head back into the pillows. slowly, you sink down onto his tip, letting his thick cock stretch you out. kofun instantly picks his head back up to watch his dick seeping into you. you whine when you feel the sharp pain in your stomach slowly turning into pleasure. when you finally adjust to his full length, you start rolling your hips—arching your back. you press your chest against his. you feel his arms snake around your waist, large hands gripping at your ass. kofun snaps his hips up, helping you ride him out roughly. after a while, he realizes your steady pace is slowing down from exhaustion. he had a much higher sex drive compared to you, and you hated that. kofun plunges deeper into your pussy, moving your hips up and down with his hands. your mind is cloudy with lust, vision blurry from tears forming in your eyes.

“mm, kofun—i can’t.. i can’t do it.” you cry out. he shakes his head, kissing your cheek and wiping a stray tear on your cheek. “yes you can, princess. you can do it,” he continues to fuck you dumb, groaning and praising sweet words into your ear. you straighten up from his chest, grabbing onto the overhead bar of the bed. as you bounce up and down on his thick girth, kofun takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking on the sensitive bud. the overwhelming sensation of his tongue on your tits and the relentless rhythm in his hips fuzzes your mind. his dick was splitting through your tight cunt, filling you to the brim. you try to suppress your moans, but fail miserably everytime. the curve of his dick continues to hit against your gummy walls mercilessly. “you’re doing so good f’me. that’s it baby, that’s it.” he chants below you.

his constant praises only ignites the fire in your core more and more. missing the absent feeling of his lips—you shift in his hold and take his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it. kofun’s pace is fast, but gentle. he was so much larger compared to you, and you loved it. your fingers work their way up to his curls, slightly tugging on them. his dick suddenly hits the sensitive back wall of your pussy causing you to let out a loud cry. you chant his name over and over, his fingers digging into your waist. “you like that?” he mutters as his fingers find their way to your swollen clit. he massages circles on the bud, chuckling when you start shaking in his arms.

kofun licks at your neck, a choked groan leaving his lungs. your hips starts to stutter against his cock when he quickens the pace against your clit. you sob and plead when he pounds into your pussy. he loved the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he loved seeing you hypnotized and blabbering about how much you needed him on his dick. your cunt squeezes, spamming and tightening around him, a white ring of cum at the base of his cock. the wet sounds of your pussy and skin slapping on skin fills the room—his praises and moans increasing in volume with each thrust. kofun stiffens when you tense up, indicating that he’s near his release. out of desperation, you pick up your hips and bounce frantically on him to chase your climax. “oh fuck! kofun, baby—i’m close.” you peer your head up to look at him for reassurance. he meets your eyes, his gaze softening in yours. “yea? you’re so fucking beautiful.” he growls into your skin, his grip on the back of your neck tightening.

suddenly, you feel an electric shock run through your body—releasing a euphoric feeling of pure bliss over yourself. and soon after, kofun comes with a strained moan, milking himself inside of you with a fuzzy warmth that makes you dig your nails into his shoulders. you softly bounce up and down in his lap, riding out the ecstasy. the small room is filled with panting and breathing. you lift up your hips, his thick cock slipping out of you with a pop. you groan at the absent ache between your legs, your pussy raw and dripping with fluids. you fall limp into his chest, nuzzling your face into his neck. kofun softly chuckles above you before planting a gentle kiss at the crown of your head. he runs his hand up and down the divot of your back to comfort you. “you did so well,” he says with adoration. you look up, humming in response before kissing his jaw.

he smiles at you, pulling the blanket up to cover your bare spine. “i love you so much.” his voice laced with devotion.

“i love you more.” you reply.

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[uch3na]

okay but like here me out 😛🤞🏻 so you and Farleigh have been like broken up for a while and during a saltburn dinner he was accidentally sat in front of you and keeps saying like snarky comments and then like you finaly snap and ask to be excused to go to the bathroom buy in reality you actually go to the garden to smoke a cigarette (you started to smoke after the break up for like a comping mechanicim) and then he like follows you to the garden and you guys have a small argument/confrontation about something and it ends up with like him confusing he wants you back and a bunch of smut like BIGG SMUT (hope that made sence also I'm like really embarrassing writing this so also sorry for it being so long 😛😛)

𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ꣑୧

| pairing: farleigh x afab reader (readers race isn’t specified, you can imagine anything)

| warnings: angst (kinda throughout), smoking, cussing, confrontation, kissing, sliiiight slut shaming (?), confessing, smut, farleigh eating reader out, size kink (?), praise, soft mdom farleigh, missionary, sleep after

| a/n: this request made my toes curl so i literally had to write it… (i changed the dinner scene to a pub scene, i hope you still like it 😅🙏)

‘i could never hate you baby…’

you and farleigh had been together for a few years before you decided to end things with him. yeah you loved the man with everything in your being, but, why wouldn’t you? he was perfect for you. he was tall, handsome, stylish, and charming. what could you want more from a man?

and if you’re being fully honest, he wasn’t the reason you broke up with him. it was you. you just didn’t feel like you deserved him. and you hated yourself for doing that to him. it broke your heart to watch the way his smile slowly dropped as you broke the news to him. rewind to about 10 minutes before farleigh was expected to pick you up from your dorm to head down to the pub and hang out for one of your friends’ birthday. you couldn’t think of any other time to tell him so it was a now or never situation for you. when you heard a knock on your door followed by his voice calling out your name your heartbeat got faster. you walked up to the door and opened it to be greeted with farleigh’s smiling face. he has two party hats in his afro to be festive for your friends’ birthday party. he tried to lean down to give you a kiss but you stopped him by bracing your hands on his shoulders.

he pulled back, looking at you with a confused face. you pulled your hands back down to your side and avoided eye contact with him; guilt creeping up on you. “is- is something wrong?” he whispers softly as he reaches down to tilt your chin up with his pointer finger. he moved his hand to caress your cheek before you gently grabbed his hand and moved it off of your face. “can i tell you something?” you mutter while looking down at your feet. despite you already pushing him away twice, farleigh still put his hands on your arms — rubbing his thumbs over them to try and calm you down. he’s known you for a long time and can tell when you aren’t fully there.

“of course you can, why wouldn’t you be able to?” he replied. his voice just slightly shaking like he was scared what you were gonna tell him. “promise not to hate me…?” you mumble out. your vision starts to go blurry as tears form in your eyes from all the emotions happening at once. he looks at you confused, swallowing hard before finally answering your question. “i could never hate you baby…”

he lied.

after the breakup, you and farleigh never really interacted much. sure there would be a few glances here and there — but that was about it. the only reason you would ever see each other was because you’re best friends with his cousin; felix catton. he’s actually the whole reason you dated in the first place. he set the two of you up. he would always make sure that you and farleigh were seated next to each other whenever you and your friends would go to the pub.

he also invited you to come to saltburn for the summer.

great.

that means you still have to see farleigh. everyday. for 3 months straight.

fuck.

when you arrived at saltburn you were immediately greeted with felixs’ warm personality. he brought you in for a hug before ushering you to follow him into the house. when you walked in you were also met with someone who you expected to see; just not this early in the trip.

farleigh.

he was seated in a chair reading a magazine. he heard you and felix walking in the room but simply chose to ignore it and not look up. “farleigh, guess who’s here!” felix says with some umph in his voice. farleigh’s tone was quite the opposite. “and who could that be?-“ he says before looking up to see you looking at him with a shy, half smile. he paused — poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue before he stood up out of the chair. he raised his eyebrows as some way to say ‘hey’ before he turned and walked away. “you guys still not on good terms, huh mate?” felix says breaking the silence. “i… guess not.” you reply after a few seconds.

“cmon, lemme show you around.”

the first week of your summer vacation was fine. most of the time you, felix, and venitia farleigh would sometimes make an appearance would go and lounge at the pool. it was always scorching in your room and almost everytime you would walk out of your room to go to the pool, you would bump into farleigh about to do the same. and every time that happens, he’s never out there. does he actually hate you? it made your heart hurt each time he would catch you glancing at him and he would hurriedly look away. it made your eyes water each time you overhear felix asking for him to hang out and the first thing he says is ‘will she be there…?’ it made your knees weak each time you at least tried to make a conversation with him, and he would shut it down immediately.

farleigh would try his hardest to keep his distance from you. even at dinner. your first night there, felix was trying to make a plan to get you guys to at least say one thing to one another. “soo… ya heard that farleighs really into photography an’ all that?” felix suddenly spoke to you. the loudness of his voice compared to the stillness of the dining room almost made you choke on your drink. farleigh froze when he heard his name being mentioned. looking up from his plate, he followed felix’s gaze on who he was talking to until his eyes met yours.

“oh..? really…” you say confused. why was he talking to me about farleigh? you could’ve sworn for the first time in who knows how long you saw a faint twitch of his lips about to form into a smile. “yeah. i’ve recently gotten into photography.” soon enough you hear a chair scooting and feel the table slightly shake. “now if you’ll excuse me.” farleigh says in his usual sarcastic tone before he walks away to get ready for bed. you finish your meal quickly after he does, making your way to your room. when you walk in you almost immediately grab your things for a quick shower. you walk out of your bedroom and is met with farleigh about to knock on your door.

he takes a deep breath and says, “i know you see what felix is trying to do. and i also know that you’re trying to go along with it. well i’m not. i don’t wanna speak to you, i don’t wanna tell you about my life… i don’t even want you here. got it?” at each emphasis of his words, his voice got slightly louder, making you flinch a bit. you felt a familiar burning in your throat as he looked down at you. you don’t even get a chance to speak before you hurriedly pushed past him to make your way to the bathroom as soon as you felt tears forming in your eyes. you couldn’t let him see you like that — especially after the way you broke his heart not too long ago. you couldn’t be the weak one in this situation.

after that little incident — every time you even got a hint of farleigh being near, you would go the other direction. you didn’t wanna feel yourself damn near cry every time you saw the way he smiled when he wasn’t holding you, when he wasn’t around you, when he wasn’t thinking about you…

even during dinner. for the next few weeks, you wouldn’t utter a word at the table. you would never look up from your plate while eating. and once you were done you would clear your throat to announce that you were leaving. farleigh watched you get up to see if you would even glance at him.

nothing.

“she’s such a baby…” he scoffed out and rolled his eyes as you walked out of the dining room.

“what’s up wit’ her mate?” felix abruptly asks. “yeah she’s been awful quiet lately.” elspeth (felix and venetias mother) adds on. everyone at the table including felix’s father, sir james eventually turns to look at farleigh. they all know you guys dated. but we’re all clueless on how and why you guys broke up. farleigh notices the sudden silence in the room and looks up to realize all eyes are on him. he raises his eyebrows and slightly shakes his head as a form of saying ‘what?’

a few days later, it’s 8pm and you’re laying in bed. you feel your phone buzz and see a text from felix. ‘hey. venitia, farleigh, and i are gonna go to a local pub tn. you’re coming.’

well shit. you try to ignore the fact that he said farleigh was coming and got up to put on some new clothes. you think you should wear something cute today since you haven’t really been in the mood for doing that lately. so you grab one of your fav designed shirts, a miniskirt, some leg warmers, some red shoes and a red purse to match. you also do a half ponytail and a cute little red ribbon in your hair. you smile and twirl looking at your outfit in the mirror. but then you stop smiling. your friend asked where you got this purse the last time you wore it and for the sake of your life you can’t remember… ‘eh, it’ll come to me later.’

you meet the trio at the entrance of saltburn and by the look on farleigh’s face, felix probably didn’t tell him you were coming. you watch as his eyes scan over your outfit — and when they reach your purse he pushes his eyebrows together to make a slightly mocking face, and huffs out a laugh. you subtly look down to try and see what he’s laughing at. was something messed up about your outfit? did you put something on wrong without noticing? when your eyes finally meet your purse you freeze and realize.

farleigh got you this purse.

fuck.

you sigh heavily, wanting him to notice that you know what he’s laughing at. you walk closer to him, but then swiftly move so you can walk out of the door. when you guys make it to the pub, everyone almost instantly splits up. venetia goes to dance, felix is somewhere probably hooking up with a girl, and farleigh’s getting drinks. you’re sitting at the bar when you feel a hand tap your shoulder. you turn around and you’re met with a guy staring at you with a smile. “hey…” you say with a soft smile on your face. “hi, uh. i just wanted to say, i saw you walk in and i think you’re very beautiful.” the man has his hands at his side but is fidgeting with his button up tee. he’s very cute and soft spoken. probably a good fuck too. but you’re not worrying about that right now. you’re worried about how farleigh’s been watching your almost every move since you got here. he thinks you can’t see him, but really? he’s 6’5 and has that giant ass afro, what makes him think he’s so unnoticeable. when you and the guy get deep into a conversation, farleigh walks up to the bar beside him.

the man makes a joke and it actually makes you laugh. like a genuine laugh. farleigh was only used to hearing you laugh like that at his jokes so of course he thought you were trying to get his attention. you hear him huff out a laugh before he whispers ‘fucking slut…’ the guy you’re talking to suddenly stops making jokes and turns around to farleigh. “what did you just say?” farleigh shrugs and says “hm? nothin’.” then looks away from the man and looks at you, raising his eyebrows as a way of saying ‘hey, you.’ you squint your eyes at him as he raises his cup to his lips. he knows you heard him. he’s trying to fuck with you because he’s one of the only people who can get under your skin that easily. you would catch him glancing back and forth at you and each time he would look away, he would do that fucking smirk.

the thing that actually got to you was when farleigh tapped the guy on his shoulder and says, “hey, the people you came with told me to tell you that they’re leaving dude.” and in less than a heartbeat, the guy was gone. and you didn’t even get a chance to get his fucking number. obviously farleigh lied to him. what was wrong with him??? you stood up abruptly, snatching up your purse. “fuck you.” you spit out to farleigh before you walk out of the pub to go stand outside in the back. when you get outside you go to lean on a ledge, rubbing the temples of your head. you feel that familiar burn in your nose again as tears start to roll down your face. you grab your lighter followed with a cigarette. you didn’t really smoke as much as you do now before you and farleigh broke up. as soon as you light the cigarette and start wiping your tears, you hear the wood from the balcony of the pub creak. you turn around and you’re met with farleigh’s semi sympathetic face. it immediately turns up into a confused look when he saw you take a drag of the cigarette.

“the fuck are you doing… smoking?” he walks closer to you, grabbing your wrist. you snatch your arm back — trying to back away from him only to be stopped by the ledge. he gets closer, grabbing your wrist with one hand and taking the cigarette out with the other and throwing it on the ground. you look up at him with a certain look in your eye. one that makes him finally loosen his grip on your wrist. it was a look of hatred. something he had never seen from you. he let out a deep sigh — breaking the silence, before finally speaking out. “can we talk…?”your face slightly softens. but then you look confused. now? of all times he wants to talk to me…

“what is there to talk about?” you say before leaning back onto the ledge since he basically has you trapped underneath him. the way he’s looking down at you makes you feel some type of way. you guys haven’t been this close in forever. you see his hand slowly move up to your face, as if he was scared of you pushing him away. just like you did the last time he was this close to you. he uses his thumb to wipe a tear from your cheek that you hadn’t even known fell. “us. can we talk about us?” you crossed your arms as you avoided his strong gaze. he removes his hand from your face before shoving his hands in his pants pockets, waiting for an answer from you. “farleigh i dunno if i’m mistaken but… not too long ago you made it pretty clear that you didn’t wanna talk to me. about anything.”

“i know, i know, it’s just…” he pauses as he takes a hand from his pocket to pinch his nose bridge. “i just didn’t wanna hurt myself more.”

what? what does he mean? ‘hurt myself more’? you finally look back up at him. his eyes soften when he looks into your little doe eyes. you can’t even comprehend how much he missed looking into your eyes like this. “w-what do you mean by-“ you cut yourself off with a sniffle. “by hurt yourself more…” he removed his hand from his nose bridge when he heard you speak out. he tossed his head back before he let out a quiet groan. he’s not used to talking about his emotions like this. but you were different. different to the point that he would try new things for you. so he had to answer your question. “what i mean by that is — i didn’t wanna fall for you again… so i-” “so you kept your distance.” you finish his sentence with a hint of sadness in your voice. but you were still confused. why did he act as if he hated you… if all he was trying to do was protect himself. “so why did you do all that stuff to me… why did you call me that in there?” you say quietly as you wrap yourself into your own arms. you do it mostly because it’s cold but also because you’re upset. farleigh notices what you’re doing so he swiftly removes his jacket and gives it to you. oh shit he looks good. but that’s not the point. he still has to explain himself. “fuck… i- i don’t know. i think it was out of jealousy…” jealousy? you feel yourself about to cry again as farleigh reaches out to cradle your face with one of his hands. “farleigh, what the hell are you talking about… jealousy?”

“i just didn’t want you with him… it was either me or no one…” he whispers out.

the tears started to come down harder when you feel his touch on your face. you missed it. you missed it so much. “for the longest time… i- i thought you hated me.” you sob out quietly. “i thought i was dead to you-“ you get cut off with farleigh’s lips on yours. he used his free hand to grab onto your waist to pull you closer to him. your arms went to rest on his chest as you both let out a sigh into the kiss. you both missed each other and you know it. his thumb was rubbing your cheek soothingly before he whispered into the kiss, “i told you, i could never hate you baby…”

the kiss got sloppy pretty quickly. the outside air was filled with your soft whimpers followed with farleigh’s moans. “i missed you… so fucking much.” you whine out. “i know baby, i know…” he moaned out as he moved his lips from yours and onto your neck. he would leave little bites and marks, but would kiss and lick them to soothe them. you moved your hands off his chest to feel as much of him as you could, to make sure this wasn’t a dream. you rubbed down from his stomach to his waist. you kept one hand there while the other moved over to cup his growing erection in your hand. his hand moved from your cheek to your other hip when you did that. he kept leaving tiny kisses on your neck before he breathed out, “can i take you home… please?” as he looks up at you from the crook of your neck.

the pub was within walking distance of saltburn, so you and farleigh left felix and venitia to walk home together. you were holding onto his hand as he left felix a text message saying you both were going home. farleigh put his phone away and let you guide him back to the house. soon enough he got a string of text messages from felix saying stuff like ‘you both?’ and ‘together?’ but he wasn’t bothered to check his phone and reply back to his cousin. as soon as the two of you enter the doors, farleigh follows you up the stairs to your bedroom. you can barely open the door before he turns you around and puts his lips on yours. he walks you into the room, and flips you back around putting your back on the door. he’s kissing you like he’s starved — slipping his tongue into your mouth as he lets out a long whine. he kisses down from your cheek, to your collar bone until he is all the way down on his knees. he maintains eye contact with you as he pulls down your skirt, followed with your underwear. “here, lift this up f’me…”

he grabs the back of your thigh, tossing it over his shoulder. he starts kissing between your legs, causing you to clench over nothing. he brings his middle finger up to your soaked slit, sliding it through. he curves his finger down and pushes it in your cunt. he groans at the way his finger easily slips into your hole. “fuckkk baby, you’re fucking soaked.” he brings his mouth closer to your cunt, leaving tiny kisses near it. he then slips in his ring finger, curling them up. you bring your hand up into his hair, tangling your fingers into his curls. he uses his tongue to tease at your clit while his fingers continue to work in and out of your sopping wet cunt. “f-farleigh… m’close,” you whimper out when he starts to move his fingers faster.

“i know, i know… jus’ let go f’me love.” he moans out into you when your grip on his hair gets tighter each time he gives more attention to your clit. farleigh knew your body — he knew all of your sensitive spots and exactly how to make you feel good. which is why it didn’t take him long to make you cum. since there was a large size difference between the two of you guys, it also caused his fingers to be big compared to you. farleigh continued to coax you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out on his fingers. “there you go, you did so well baby.” he stood up — and if he wasn’t holding onto your waist, you’re sure you would’ve fell over from your legs being this weak. he brought his fingers up to his mouth, lapping up all your juices off of them. once he finishes licking his fingers clean, he lifts you off the floor; carrying you to your bed. farleigh lays you on your back as he nestles between your legs. he lets out a sigh when he feels your legs wrap around his waist.

your stomach turns from excitement when you hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. you sit up a bit and reach down to palm him through his underwear. he lets out a stifled moan, watching how your eyes stay on his as your fingers nimbly pull his cock out of his boxers. the tip was already leaking precum from the friction of him rubbing against his pants. he was painfully hard, just wanting to slip inside you already. he let out a soft whine when he felt your warm hand wrap around him, slowly stroking him from tip to base. when he finally felt that he couldn’t wait any longer, he leaned down and easily put his tip in just from how wet you were. you whine, almost pleading for him to start moving his hips. it’s almost like he can read your mind because almost instantly he started to rock his hips back and forth. the way your pussy sucks him in is almost like a spell on him. he sees the your eyebrows turn up from his cock stretching you out. his eyes are stuck on the grip your pussy has on him and how your practically painting his cock. he couldn’t take his eyes off the sight until he sees you looking away from him.

he keeps one hand next to your face on the bed and uses the other to gently grab your chin to face him again. “ah ah… eyes on me, remember?” he says softly before he leans down to kiss your jawline and collarbone. when he pulls away he can’t help but smile down at you. he think it’s so cute the way you go dumb on his dick and he’s barely done anything yet. the little whimpers and whines you let out are one of the only things keeping him going. your hands slide underneath his shirt, wanting to feel closer to him. then suddenly he pulls out most of the way and slams back into you. your nails dig into his back, his muscles tensing up from all of these sensations at once. you swore you were going crazy from the way he felt in you. whenever he felt you clench down on him, he would choke out a whimper. “b—aby, you can’t keep doing that, m’tryna last…”

farleigh let go of your face only to move it to grab onto your waist. he wanted to feel closer to his girl. he buried his face into your neck, biting at it to try his hardest to cover his noises. that method didn’t work, it only made them slightly muffled. and you were glad. you liked knowing you made him feel good just from the tiny sounds he made when your cunt was tightly wrapped around him. you can feel his hips stuttering as he tried his best to reach his orgasm. “farleigh- baby i’m close pl—ease…” you whimper into his ear. he pulls away from your neck, latching his lips onto yours. he melts into the kiss, his hips continuing to move back and forth. your moans line up with one another’s, yours getting higher in pitch with each thrust farleigh does. “mhm… there you go, let go for me…”

and that does it. you feel that feeling in your stomach snap as a familiar hot bliss takes over you. this was the best you had felt in such a long time. “missed you so much…” is all farleigh mutters out before the both of you pass out in one another’s arms.

the next morning you’re the little spoon in farleigh’s arms. you reach over to the nightstand to see a text from felix that says, ‘i guess you guys are back cool huh? ;)’

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[uch3na]

ME BOMBOOO😭😭😭😭

𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

farleigh start ☆

pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader

contents: smoking, farleigh actually being nice, oliver hate train

synopsis: farleigh finds you drunk and alone outside of a party.

a/n: some soft farleigh content cuz i feel like i never write about him like this enoughhh

you don’t know what happened, but you were sitting outside on the steps of the stairs leading up to the loud party, your coat half way off your shoulders, and one of your heels seemed to have broken off. you had one too many drinks and now you were all alone, shivering and fidgeting with your dress. you came to the party with your friends, but they disappeared on you while you were throwing up in the bathroom. you frown as you frantically ask people leaving the club if you could catch a ride with them to get back to your dorm, but they all declined and quickly sped past you. you groan loudly, the door behind you swinging open and closes with a loud thud, the sound of a lighter igniting making you turn around. you look over your shoulder, sighing in relief when you see a familiar face. “farleigh,” you breathe out. he lights the cigarette in his mouth before looking down at the steps.

his face shifts, eyes widening slightly. “oh, it’s you.” he says. you pout, confused with his sarcastic tone. “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask as you make an attempt to get up before quickly tumbling forwards due to your broken heel. you catch yourself on the railing, turning back around and slumping over to farleigh. “god, you’re a fucking mess.” he teases, the smoke from his cigarette filling the deck. he has an amused expression on his face, almost like he was holding back a laugh. he scoots over to make more space for you, pulling out another cigar from his pocket. you smell the faint scent of his signature bold cologne, whiskey on his breathe. you lean against the cold bricks, taking the cigar from his fingers. he lights up your cigarette from your mouth, his eyes glistening from the flame. farleigh looks down at your feet, arching a brow at the heel hanging off from the bottom of the shoe. “i partied too hard.” you slur out. he rolls his eyes, laughing at your joke.

he seemed more assertive and calm right now, not his like usual upbeat, dickhead self. he looked tired, his eyes were low and dark, his curls slightly disheveled—but he still looked posh and perfect. you and farleigh weren’t exactly friends per se, you knew each other through felix but rarely talked outside of that. although, when you did get the chance to talk to farleigh alone, you realized his bold demeanor changed when it came to you. he still had that sassy, asshole-ish pep and tone to him, but he was nice when he wanted to be. “where’s your squad?” you ask, he looks confused. “my squad?” he repeats.

“yea, annabel, alicia, felix, oli—”

“ah, tut, tut.” farleigh quickly cuts you off with a finger, “we don’t talk about him.” he groans as he blows the thin line of smoke out of his mouth.

you scoff, “why…why do you hate him so much?” he looks down at you, a bleak expression on his face. “because.” you cock your head to the side, squinting. “because, what?” you press. he clicks his tongue, ignoring your question. farleigh clenches his jaw. you both go silent, just soaking in the dark sky and the muffled music from inside the building. “farleigh,” you mumble as you draw away from your cigarette. “mhm?” he hums back, his eyelids low and fixated on you. “can you walk me to my dorm?” he raises his brows, a small smirk forming on his lips. “please,” you whine. “you can’t leave a drunk girl unattended on the streets—plus, my heel is broken!” you point back to your feet. farleigh looks at you up and down for a while before clearing his throat. you lean closer to him, your shoulder touching his arm. you look up at him with pleading eyes as he lets out an annoyed moan and turns away.

“fuck, fine.” he says in defeat. farleigh drops his cigarette on the deck, putting it out with his foot. you quirk up from the wall, stumbling back. farleigh launches forward, instantly grabbing your arm to prevent you from falling. he pulls you closer to his body, rolling his eyes. “you’re gonna bust your ass if you keep walking around like that.” he mutters into your ear as he swings his arm over your shoulder. you giggle, raising your cigarette again to your lips. “you’re so nice, far.” you hiccup as he looks down at you, a surprised expression on his face from the nickname. “sure. you’re lucky i’m here to help you instead of that weirdo.” he strides forward as you trip over your own feet trying to catch up with him. “who?” you inquire. “you know who.” he replies. you furrow your brows and look around for a second before realizing he was talking about oliver.

“i thought you came with your friends.” he says. “i did.” you reply, “where are they? why don’t they take you back to the dorms?” you watch your feet as you step on the cracks of the sidewalk. “mm, i don’t know.” you admit shyly. “they ditched me, i think.” you mumble under your breath. farleigh laughs quietly, patting your shoulder in a sympathetic manner. you both walked in silence for a while, his arm wrapped tightly around you. you felt your face heating up and your knees wobbling underneath you everytime his cold fingers grazed your bare skin. his curls fell perfectly in front of his eyes, his confident grin only making you melting into his touch. you pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind, trying to focus on walking without tripping over something.

the club wasn’t that far from oxford, it was just a few minutes away in walking distance—and you were thankful for that since your feet were slowly killing you. you close your eyes and lay your head against his arm as he continues to lead you through the grounds of the school.

when you open your eyes again, you realize you’re already in the dorm hallways. farleigh walks around for a minute until he abruptly stops in front of your door. “you remembered?” you peer up at him, shocked he knew where your dorm was. “of course, how could i forget the day you had a mental break down and called everybody to your room?” he replies sarcastically. his hand travels down your waist to your bag, searching for your keys. you yawn as he finally inserts the key inside the lock, pushing the door open with his foot as you stumble in his arms. you walk over to your bed, instantly falling face first into your mattress. you hear your keys being set on your desk, then the lamp being switched on—the room illuminated in a dim warm light. farleigh mutters a quiet “oh god” under his breath as he unstraps your heels off your feet, tossing them by the pile of clothes in the corner of your room. “this place is a mess, y’know?”

“uh huh,” you reply mindlessly as you dig yourself deeper in the warm sheets of your bed. you watch as farleigh walks over to you, looking down at your slumped figure with his hands on his hips.

“you gonna be okay?” he asks. you look up at him, letting out an inaudible noise, blabbering something. he pinches his nose bridge, softly laughing in response. farleigh slowly backs away from the edge of the bed—turning around to leave the room, but your hand quickly clutches onto his wrist before he can walk away. “farleighhhh…” you moan out. he turns around, his eyes softening as he looks at your hand around his. “can you stay with me?” you whisper.

the room is silent, only the sound of his breathing and the crickets outside the window filling the room. you blink, the feeling of sleep slowly taking over your body. “please,” you mutter as you shift your head so you’re looking directly up at him. for a second, he doesn’t respond, the moonlight casting a shadow over his features. “okay,” farleigh sighs as he kneels down next to your bed. you still haven’t let go of his hand, your fingers tightly wrapped around his wrist. you smile sheepishly, giggling when he grimaces and rolls his eyes at your bubbly demeanor. you nuzzle your face against your soft pillows, closing your eyes. farleigh slides his hand away from your grip but goes back to move your hair away from your eyes. “thank you for walking with me.” you say.

farleigh nods, his eyes focused on your tired face. “yea, of course.” he replies.

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[uch3na]

I NEED MORE FARLEIGH FICS PUHHLEAAASSEEEEE😭😭😭😭😩😩😩😩😩😩!!!

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[uch3na]

GYAAATTTTTTTTTTTDAAAMMMNNNN

I WILL BE RIDING LIKE A CARNIVAL!!!! EATING HIM UP LIKE A CARNIVORE!!!

[uch3na]

real asf 🎀🎀

i just wanna kiss archies plump lips is that too much to ask for

[uch3na]

the things i say abt this man would give a victorian child a heart attack.

#farleigh catton #jann mardenborough #archie madekwe #i need him so bad #save me archie madekwe…

[uch3na]

came

i genuinely need this man in ways that would shake feminists to their core.