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Oliver being a woman instead is such an interesting concept because I feel like things could have gone way different in that scenario. Anyways, your Farleigh fic was very enjoyable to read :)

thanks so much for reading i’m so glad u liked it! & yes i love the concept. while we’d def lose some elements of story that barry’s character had like how interesting oliver and farleigh’s relationship was, but it would be super interesting to see that pan out differently. like the relationship between venetia and a woman first of all (i may have just wanted to see her kiss a lady) & felix def wouldn’t have been as mad about it i think, honestly i think he’d be more upset abt her hooking up w farleigh. and bc women are sooooo often socialized to be receptive and accommodating to other’s needs/feelings/wants/etc they learn to fit in faster bc it becomes an intuitive skill, one i personally think oliver doesn’t possess and that’s why he’s forced to be so calculated. i’m not saying these things are exclusive to women and men obvi but it’s a lot more prominent so it would’ve been cool to see a character who had moments like ollie where their etiquette was incorrect but who was still able to smooth things over and could fake the family out a little bit better. like not totally fool them (farleigh would def still be able to see right thru it but he’d have a harder time finding ways to embarrass or insult them) and we could’ve seen how ollie’s plan would’ve panned out had felix not found out about the parent lie.

i have a continuation in the works sooo i’ll get to expand on that warning it will be freaky nasty but that’s kinda what my blog’s here for lol.

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nooo pls keep going this is so interesting and so well thought out and i’m hanging onto every word u say, trust u clocked me in this bc i was so hell bent on seeing the tension between the og oliver and felix even tho ik it’s all in my head.

but another reason i didn’t rlly comment on f!oliver and felix is cuz, as u said felix obviously doesn’t have close relationships w women!!! like maybe aside from his mom and venetia deep down, every woman we see him with is just another of his ‘toys’ as venetia puts it. i don’t know if we ever got her name but the girl oliver hooked up with when felix ditched her is a prime example of that! almost all of his interactions w women revolved around sexuality unless they were in his family. we also never really hear of him dating so i think emerald establishes in the movie w many scenes felix has always been more of a playboy to than a lover of women. like yes he’s straight but i think he’d be miserable married and i think he’d only do it bc he felt like he had to.

but that is what went into my thinking about felix, i think with those values felix isn’t going to see a relationship w venetia as a threat if it were a woman because felix probably isn’t going to ecknowledge the gravity of it because he has no reference for understanding wlw relationships except for what is in popular media. and especially in the 2000’s the only wlw representation that most people were seeing was a sensationalized version of it, made for the sake of men, and usually these acts would still be performed by straight women. (i’m thinking making out with your girlfriends in a bar so guys can watch, ‘i kissed a girl’ by katy perry era, and all the fake lesbian p*rn that was gaining to much traction back then). felix can see this lack of agency not only in venetia but in f!oliver and i think that would affect the way he sees the validity of the relationship and if anything he’s going to brush it off as ‘experimentation’ and just wouldn’t believe it to be as serious as a woman and man or an mlm relationship. almost as though he believes that men should like women, so it makes sense for a woman to be interested in women. because that’s what he would chalk it up to, and interest or curiosity rather than a desire or a choice to be together.

but if felix had invited a woman to saltburn, it’s not going to be because they’re just that close, but because he’s interested in her. that was kind of my thinking w farleigh, because a huge theme of saltburn is how much farleigh depends on the catton’s and based on the conversation they had about ‘the begging bowl’ i could see felix being upset at yet another thing farleigh is taking from them without asking. and i think the fact that felix perceives farleigh as having total agency in even abusive situations, he’d see farleigh as being in complete control of taking one of his ‘toys’ from him rather than farleigh being manipulated by f!oliver.

i think felix is a very interesting character to think about in this situation because with m!oliver we get to see felix through his eyes, and even though mostly we see felix as a character who’s put on a pedestal because of his kindness towards oliver, we still get glimpses of the fact felix is still racist, misogynistic, and classist. with f!oliver i think we’d get to delve into those darker sides of felix a bit, and he wouldn’t have the cleaner image of him we get from m!oliver.

i think the chase theory is really interesting with f!oliver because it would changes oliver’s motivations so much like you said. like oliver’s plan was kind of just, to be there as much as he could until felix just kind of accepted him. like as long as oliver could get his foot in the door he knew he could make things work (at least for a little while) i think an f!oliver has the chance to take an entirely different approach, playing hard to get. doing things they know will make felix want them and driving him crazy because he just can’t put his finger on what he needs to do to win them over.

and i think f!oliver’s manipulation of venetia could’ve been so different because m!oliver preys on venetia’s need for male validation, so in a way, it’s not about him at all. he’s just a man who happens to be on his knees for her. now hear me out, i think venetia would’ve been jealous of f!oliver and felix more than anything. i think for her, inviting boys is one thing because it’s expected, but i know she’d have such a hard time with her family fawning over the fact felix finally brought a girl home.

she knows he doesn’t deserve the respect he’s getting (especially from his male elders), like she knew m!oliver wasn’t getting the respect he deserved from felix and it would just be worse for f!oliver. i think f!oliver could prey on that, that maybe if venetia shows her the attention she gets from felix then the catton’s will finally respect her like they respect felix. or she’d just be better than felix simply by treating f!oliver better than her brother does. they’d be able to carry the relationship longer and i think we could even see some emotional entanglement. god this and then the new layers of nuance it would provide in the tub scene??? i think it would tear me in two.

honestly i couldn’t really see f!oliver being obsessed with felix like in the original because he’s not going to have that ‘bro’ bond with them. but i very much think a f!oliver would be able to use their sexuality against venetia and farleigh in ways m!oliver couldn’t. especially the point about farleigh and white women’s tears. i mean getting him kicked out of saltburn could’ve gone sooo differently, and you know none of it would be recorded anywhere because people of that financial caliber prefer to take care of things ‘in house’.

like a lot of things you mentioned would make it so much harder for a woman to infiltrate saltburn in the same way m!oliver did, but they’d have so many abilities he didn’t, i am obsessed with pondering this. anyway you are super cool and honestly probably understand this material a lot better than i do (so this is mainly for entertainment purposes lol) but thanks for replying i love how u expanded on this you’re very intelligent <3

Oliver being a woman instead is such an interesting concept because I feel like things could have gone way different in that scenario. Anyways, your Farleigh fic was very enjoyable to read :)

thanks so much for reading i’m so glad u liked it! & yes i love the concept. while we’d def lose some elements of story that barry’s character had like how interesting oliver and farleigh’s relationship was, but it would be super interesting to see that pan out differently. like the relationship between venetia and a woman first of all (i may have just wanted to see her kiss a lady) & felix def wouldn’t have been as mad about it i think, honestly i think he’d be more upset abt her hooking up w farleigh. and bc women are sooooo often socialized to be receptive and accommodating to other’s needs/feelings/wants/etc they learn to fit in faster bc it becomes an intuitive skill, one i personally think oliver doesn’t possess and that’s why he’s forced to be so calculated. i’m not saying these things are exclusive to women and men obvi but it’s a lot more prominent so it would’ve been cool to see a character who had moments like ollie where their etiquette was incorrect but who was still able to smooth things over and could fake the family out a little bit better. like not totally fool them (farleigh would def still be able to see right thru it but he’d have a harder time finding ways to embarrass or insult them) and we could’ve seen how ollie’s plan would’ve panned out had felix not found out about the parent lie.

i have a continuation in the works sooo i’ll get to expand on that warning it will be freaky nasty but that’s kinda what my blog’s here for lol.

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Omg bratty sub!farleigh wheeeeeeeen

right here. right now.

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Loved the au of the couch scene w farleigh!!! If you would like to follow it up with an au of the behave scene that would be awesome😍

just posted it!! it can be read here and i sincerely hope you enjoy it cuz i think deep down we all just wanted to be oliver.

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fuck, chuck, or marry — part two

part one.

based on this, this, and this request.

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saltburn!au: reader has taken oliver quick's place, infiltrating the catton family, but they're much better at blending in. farleigh, being the smartest one of them all remains unconvinced. but does he know as much as he thinks he does? or do they have him right where they want him?

warnings: 18+, SMUT, penetrative sex (reader’s gender is not specified), sexual dialogue, nipple play, dom!sub dynamics, dom!reader, sub!farleigh, cussing, kissing

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You’re surprised the feeling of your body perched on top of waist isn’t enough to wake him up so you place a palm behind his ear. It startles him, his eyes wide as he is forced awake and tries to process his surroundings. His guard goes up immediately, “You’re presumptuous.” You don’t think he realizes it but he binds your wrists together in one hand, using the other to run sleep from his eyes.

He hasn’t noticed it yet, no his room is too dark and even with the light of the moon all he can see is a black silhouette, but the only thing you’re wearing is tight underwear that barely cover your bottom. Every where else you are bare and until his eyes adjust to the darkness he will remain oblivious.

You giggle knowing this, and you also giggle at the fact no matter how much Farleigh may act like you burden him he’d never resist your temptation. You saw the way he looked at you in Anthropology. Slowly you whisper calmly, “Earlier, I got the feeling like you were waiting for me to ask you something.” You explain, sliding your hips back so you can move in line with his bulge still evident under the duvet.

He feels friction against the his tip and he groans, pinning your hands against his abdomen so your chest was on display for him not that he’d even registered that yet. “And what makes you think that?” He sneers, not taking his eyes off your face. “You’re gonna have to let me go if you want me to answer you.”

He follows your requests, letting you sit back and display your naked chest to him and this time he could see it. “Good boy, Farleigh.” You coo, planting on hand on his stomach for leverage as you grind down onto his member hard. He whines and you harshly grab his jaw, forcing him to look at you, “You gonna be good for me now Farleigh?”

He gulps, and you release his face expecting an answer but he never responds, “I asked you a question Farleigh.” You lift your hips, reaching down under his covers to palm at his length exposing his desire for you. “Are you going to behave now?” You squeezed him harder to emphasize your words as Farleigh clawed out so he could grab one of your thighs.

“No.” He defies you, as he rolls his hips in search of more. “God you are so desperate.” You marvel, unhanding him as his hips chase you. “Are you going to behave now, Farleigh?” You run a hand up his chest, letting a nail graze over a nipple in his path as he shudders.

“Yes.” He affirms, his voice cracking as his guard disappears and he makes more than just his body vulnerable to you. “So good for me, gonna let me make you feel nice sweetheart? Gonna help me feel nice too?” You‘re almost mocking him but he can’t get enough.

“Mhm please.” He whimpers, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he strains against his boxers. Chuckling at him you maneuver around him to take your bottoms off before getting back on top of him. You grab his hand, holding it against your chest as he plays with it and you work on the covers in between you.

He’s grabbing fistfuls of your chest and twisting your nipples softly as he watches you work. Trying to focus, you slide the covers down as you rest on your knees and kick them to the end of the bed. Your fingers tuck themselves into the waistband of his underwear, teasing that line like he is teasing you.

“You want me to put you inside?” You preen yourself on top of him, arching back so he can see the outline of your ass, just so close to meeting your entrance. He nods his head frantically, giving you big eyes as he pleads with them. “Beg me for it.” You demand, studying his features.

You can see his cheeks flare up, the idea embarrasses him and then it excites him and you get to see the change happen in real-time. “Please I can’t fucking take it anymore. Need to be inside you. Need to make you feel good. Want us to come.” He breathes in short bursts with a nasal voice as he ruts his hips up trying to meet you halfway.

You lift your hips just out of reach, as you put your hand on his hip holding it against the mattress. You both pause, he doesn’t know what to expect next because your silent and he’s shocked when he feels his lips against yours. You bring him into a hard, deep, sloppy kiss with clashing teeth and tongues all battling to communicate the feeling of urgency.

He feels your hand reach in and wrap around his length before you line him up with you and sink down onto him. He moans into your mouth letting you feel the vibrations and you pull away watching Farleigh make no attempt at staying quiet like you. Good thing his room was far from anyone else’s.

You move up and down on him cock feeling him hit that spot deep inside you that has you reeling, “Fuck, you feel how nice that is love? Don’t understand why you were so mean to me when this has been here the whole time. Tellin’ me I’m insecure and you’re falling apart when I fuck you.”

You clench around him and his hands fly to guide your hips, annoyed you pry them off you and pin them above his head, “Think I’m gonna let you touch me? No, I think you owe me an apology before you get that.” He rolls his hips up into you in a way so delicious you can’t help but close your eyes and moan. You can’t let him keep pleasing you this good, not yet.

You lift up again, his cock popping out of you as Farleigh rushes to fix it, “Fuck, I’m so so sorry. Should’ve never said shit to you when I needed you so fuckin bad. God, baby, I need you. I need you. Please just let me have you.” He cries as he reassures you just how much he craves the way you feel.

Feeling flattered and kind in that moment you smile at him, sinking back down onto him slowly. “I forgive you, Farleigh. Things don’t have to be like that anymore, could have this whenever we want.” You pick up the pace, Farleigh now aiding you by pushing your hips forward and back along his length as you grinded down onto it.

“Fuck, I wanna feel you forever.” He sighs, throwing his head back in pleasure. “You will, I promise.” You swear to him.

It’s a shame what will become of him in the morning, but for now you cherish your time with Farleigh. You manage to pull two orgasms from him before he drifts off and once you’ve assured he’s in a dead sleep, you make your move. There is a twinge in your stomach that almost feels bad for what you are about to do but you remind yourself he could ruin everything, and it at least spares him from the possibility of a lesser fate that the others you’re fooling are facing by letting you stay.

You’re not hurting him, no, in a way you’re protecting him.

[goobtopia]

Oliver being a woman instead is such an interesting concept because I feel like things could have gone way different in that scenario. Anyways, your Farleigh fic was very enjoyable to read :)

thanks so much for reading i’m so glad u liked it! & yes i love the concept. while we’d def lose some elements of story that barry’s character had like how interesting oliver and farleigh’s relationship was, but it would be super interesting to see that pan out differently. like the relationship between venetia and a woman first of all (i may have just wanted to see her kiss a lady) & felix def wouldn’t have been as mad about it i think, honestly i think he’d be more upset abt her hooking up w farleigh. and bc women are sooooo often socialized to be receptive and accommodating to other’s needs/feelings/wants/etc they learn to fit in faster bc it becomes an intuitive skill, one i personally think oliver doesn’t possess and that’s why he’s forced to be so calculated. i’m not saying these things are exclusive to women and men obvi but it’s a lot more prominent so it would’ve been cool to see a character who had moments like ollie where their etiquette was incorrect but who was still able to smooth things over and could fake the family out a little bit better. like not totally fool them (farleigh would def still be able to see right thru it but he’d have a harder time finding ways to embarrass or insult them) and we could’ve seen how ollie’s plan would’ve panned out had felix not found out about the parent lie.

i have a continuation in the works sooo i’ll get to expand on that warning it will be freaky nasty but that’s kinda what my blog’s here for lol.

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i had to drop a little felix blurb i don’t want my man feeling left out.

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warnings: 18+, SMUT, brief penetrative sex (reader’s gender not specified), groping, cussing, sexual dialogue

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he’d been looking for you all day, you know? you must’ve gotten up early because he didn’t see you at breakfast and you weren’t in your room when he went to go check on you. you were probably off like you always were making him chase you down and it was so annoying. but it was a game and deep down he was having fun with it.

he didn’t find you in the maze, in his shower, or in any of the room he could conceivably imagine you’d be in. ‘you’re fuckin hiding from me, aren’t you?’ he thought to himself. no, you weren’t making this easy on him at all.

but when he did, he was met with a sweet sweet surprise.

he could tell by your muddy shoes you went walking before the sun came up, everything still dewy and wet without time for the sun’s heat to dry everything out. but by your glow he could tell you’d been out in the sun all morning reading your book.

you didn’t turn when you heard him approach you and it honestly pained you not to be able to see the look on his face. he thought back to when he first took you out in the grass just a few weeks ago, refusing to strip down any further than your clothes, your underwear not daring leaving you body.

now, here you were laid before him bare in all your glory your clothes strewn to the side, naked stomach pressed against the picnic blanket you stole from his room.

without thinking he strips his clothes, throwing them haphazardly into the grass which no doubt would become a pain in the ass to find later.

comes down to hover over you, not pressing any weight against you yet but you can feel the heat radiating off his body. “took me practically all day to find you.” he runs a hand along your shoulder blade and follows the side of your waist to the pocket of your hip and grabs onto the skin there.

“it’s time for me to get my prize don’t you think?” you crane your neck to look up at him, wide-eyed, and you can feel him press his length against the seam of your thighs.

your bottom lip is held between your teeth as you set your book down, “i don’t know what you’re talking about felix.” you speak sweetly, faking innocence. his hand moves lower, using his thumb to spread your entrance wide enough for him to push into you.

you arch your back, moving bury the rest of him into you. he’s so fucking deep you can’t help but moan, face already screwing up in pleasure.

he lets you fuck yourself back on him a few more times and watches in amusement as you quickly lose yourself in it, before he grabs your hip and pulls you taut against him. “you know you’re so cute babe, but it’s my turn to see you suffer. wanna see how well you can take me when you’re not able to whine through that pretty mouth of yours.”

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the plus size reader blurb you wrote was useless. ‘cute little ass’ talking about a plus sized reader and at online did you mention that the reader was plus sized. really POOR work from you icl.

okay yeah i am so sorry i didn’t feel great abt posting it either and i changed the line cuz that was literally so grossly misplaced i should not have posted that without realizing how that sounded?? i was going for ‘little’ in a way that was adjacent to ‘tight’ but that’s so totally on me for not taking that out before i posted it.

im trying not to ramble ah but i spent some time reading plus sized fics to see what else i did wrong and in most other fics i found the fact the reader is plus sized is only mentioned if the plot revolved around them being plus sized and those fics were all about the reader being insecure in their bodies which i’m not gonna be posting about for many reasons.

im also hesitant to use physical descriptors because those aren’t one size fits all and making any mention of being plus-sized feels hollow to me unless it’s like essential to the plot or something because plus-sized people’s existence doesn’t revolve around their body type. it felt weirder to me to try and write something super specific because i can’t pretend i understand the experience and everyone is different so the more specific i get the more i alienate people who i’m trying to include. it also did not feel right mentioning it anywhere because the request/plot didn’t call for the reader’s size to be mentioned, just that the reader was that size.

of course, as u pointed out, i most definitely failed at trying to write neutral bodies in my recent blurb i absolutely should have been more careful and thoughtful. i take full responsibility and blame for that cuz that’s on me, and ur so right anon that was very poor work on my part. i will be reading more and educating myself to see where i can do better to be inclusive without being completely neutral as to be more inclusive in my writing and be way more careful checking my works from now on so i don’t make a mistake like this again and offend anyone because i truly want anyone and everyone to be able to enjoy what i write.

again i am deeply sorry if you were affected by my last post, while i can assure that being negative about any body type was not my intent nor is that reflective of my own feelings, my impact was just that and that is my fault and i am so sorry if you or anyone else was hurt by my words. thank you for the criticism anon.

[goobtopia]

could u do the couch scene with oliver and farleigh except its reader and farleigh? and just kind of expand on that scene please🤭

(i wanted to be oliver SO bad in that scene it’s not even funny)

fuck, chuck, or marry — part one

part two.

i trieeed not making it exactly like the movie i hope u like it :)

!! 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

saltburn!au: reader has taken oliver quick's place, infiltrating the catton family, but they're much better at blending in. farleigh, being the smartest one of them all remains unconvinced.

warnings: swearing, sexual dialogue, allusions to sex, mentions of sex, no actual smut, reader is just as crazy as ollie don’t get it twisted

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You're leaning against Felix's shoulder, both legs thrown over one of Farleigh's who was spreading his own. You watched the odd woman from earlier's train wreck of a husband perform Apple Bottom Jeans with increasingly less enthusiasm as he seems to gain it, whipping his coat and throwing it haphazardly in the room.

"Alright fuck this I'm gonna go get a drink.” Felix proclaims tapping Venetia on her arm, willing her to join him over at the bar cart leaving you and Farleigh alone.

He leans over to you, pressing his arm against yours letting you feel the roughness of his freshly pressed dress shirt against you. "Fuck, chuck, or marry?" He starts in that unassuming tone, you don't look at him just yet. "Richard the III, Henry the VIl, or Henry the VIII?" His eyes bore holes into the side of your face, "You know I think I'd fuck Richard the IlI." He expressed to which you hummed, as if this was the most engaging conversation of the night.

"He's so insecure, so, you know he'd put in the work, right?" You turned to him, doe eyed as he giggles to himself. "You could just fuck me." He's not laughing anymore, but there's a wicked grin etched across your face. "But you've been a tattle tale, telling Felix about me and Venetia." You accused, looking over your nose at him. You'd been more than enemies and less than friends upon your introduction, you might ve even given Farleigh that show underneath his window on purpose.

"It's not like I knew he'd be mad." He whispered, a faint smile coming back onto his face. You draped an elbow across the couch to rest your head on, letting the other roam above Farleigh's knee. "You knew." You opposed him, giving him a slight squeeze so he answered immediately "Yeah, I knew." He admitted, his face evidently eager so you removed your hand from his slacks and laid it on his chest in a seemingly innocent way to everyone else.

"Farleigh if you ever needed my help why haven't you just asked?" You can see him become suspicious immediately, readying his defenses as needed. "What do you mean?" His brows twitch downward in expectation.

"Well, because if anyone knows how you feel it's me, when things at home are... delicate." You reach over and twirl the end of a piece of his hair in between your fingers with your free hand. "You get scared, feel lonely." You trail a finger down a button from his collar, watching as it descends.

"And it must be humiliating to have to go to them every time you need something." You dropped the secret you'd been harboring after overhearing him and Felix outside earlier.

You sighed, reaching down to the next button slowly wearing him down. "and I know you hate me." He cuts you off, "I-I don't hate you." He rolls his eyes, yet still sounds sincere enough to convince you he's being genuine. His hand snakes around your waist unnoticed by anyone else in the room.

You smile, knowing you have him where you want him just enough, "But instead of outing me, I could’ve helped you. I have ways of getting things done and l'd be happy to lend a hand." You barely correct yourself, Farleigh holds eyes contact whispering softly to you, "When I want something from you, you'll know."

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rafe cameron:

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☆ rafe meeting f!reader’s parents

★ homeowners: rafe x plus-size f!reader

✰ SALTBURN ✰

felix catton:

★ felix finds you in the fields

farleigh start:

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★ crime and punishment

+ after a dinner party at saltburn f!reader confronts their long time friend, farleigh, about his odd behavior surrounding felix’s new friend from oxford.

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★ fuck, chuck, or marry:

+ part one

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need a rafe x fem plus size reader 🧎‍♀️ maybe a grumpy sunshine moment too where he’s mean to everyone except her 🫣

it’s a little blurb but i hope this is what you were asking for!!

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warnings: allusions to sex (no actual smut), groping, kissing, domestic!rafe, swearing, sexual dialogue, f!reader

disclaimer: the original edit of this blurb contains poor choices that i made, that have now been edited due to a criticism i received in this ask, here, you can read the original line, the critique, and my response. one line i wrote originally, in particular, could possibly offend or hurt you so please consider this before reading as the goal of this disclaimer is transparency and accountability rather than to cause any further harm. thanks for reading and all criticism is welcome.

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You and Rafe had begun to look like your very own Home Living magazine, you only moved in last year and since the dust had finally settled Rafe was letting you go wild with the interior design. You had to hire help for some things like the dining and the living room but almost everything else was by your own creation. You'd been having a lot of parties.

No kids yet and you were still fresh out of college so it was the perfect spot for all your friends from your undergrad program and Rafe's buddies to come let loose.

"Hey are you not feeling okay?" You whispered, sliding into the seat beside Rafe who had a scowl on his face and a warm beer. "No it's fine I just-" He cut himself off letting things go silent for a moment.

"Just what?" You questioned, hoping he wasn't starting to feel sick or anything. "You told me to chill out tonight but I can't help it, they're not using the coasters on your new coffee table and spilling champagne on the wood floors. These people are animals." You smiled, touching him on the shoulder.

"First of all, they're our friends and it's our coffee table." You reminded him, soothing the skin under his shirt by rubbing it as he takes a swig from the bottle. "You just put so much work into this baby, I hate to see them ruin it." He whispered sweetly, leaning his head on your shoulder allowing you to run you hands through his straight hair.

"Baby the wood's all sealed and I doubt a little bit of champagne is gonna make our floors buckle. Can you at least try to enjoy yourself?" You cozy up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he can't help but smile and give you a quick kiss. "Of course baby, consider it forgotten." He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

"You smell nice baby, is that your perfume?" He takes a deep inhale as you twirl a piece of your hair, "New shampoo, it's strawberries." You were both in your own little world at this point when he landed another kiss on your awaiting lips. "Yummy." He mumbles, sliding his tongue into your mouth deepening the kiss as he travels lower, grabbing the side of your hip.

"Y'know what might really help me forget?" He asks, pulling away from you so suddenly it's like he's teasing you. Daring you to tell him no when you have him so desperate. "Oh, yeah?" You ask him to continue raising a brow in the process. He pulls you over his lap, standing from his spot on the couch with you in his arms.

"Getting to spend some time in this cute ass of yours." He says loud enough for only you to hear as he squeezes your thighs, making you bite your lip at him.

"But Rafe, the party!" You whine, holding on to his shoulders and looking around the room that was uninterested in your theatrics. "What party?" He groaned, leading you his favorite room in the new house, the bedroom. "If I don't have your tits in my mouth in the next 30 seconds l'm kicking everyone out."

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stop you’re literally the sweetest & i’m glad so glad u enjoyed it cuz im a slut for dialogue lemme tell u. i’ve never seen my lines annotated like this from someone else’s perspective and i absolutely loveee it im so glad it came across for u like i wanted it to! all the smooches back and then some <3!!!

crime and punishment [farleigh start]

!! 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

based on this request

summary: after a dinner party at saltburn you confront your long time friend, farleigh, about his odd behavior surrounding felix’s new friend from oxford.

warnings: 18+, SMUT, f!reader, (kinda) p*rn without plot, kissing, praise kink, mentions of p in v sex, thigh riding, nipple play, dom!farleigh, wealthy reader, mention of bullying, swearing, farleigh is both mean and whiny you’ve been warned

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“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or keep giving me the silent treatment?” You crossed your arms in the entryway of Farleigh’s room. He refused to look up from his Dostoevsky summer reading or give you any kind of acknowledgment.

You sighed, finally entering the room so you could sit at the edge of his bed making sure to shut the door behind you. With you facing him and your legs tucked under your body, he obviously couldn’t focus on the passage enough to continue reading so he sighed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” This was classic Farleigh, so upset or so angry that he’d just shut it down instead. It was something of a compliment you guessed, when Farleigh didn’t care to hurt anyone with his words informed by his loathing his insults were quick and harsh. I once watched him send Gavey crying in the quad after spilling coffee on his lecture notes and heard he was in and out of the school counseler’s office after that.

“If this is about earlier…” You trailed off, unknowingly hitting the nail on the head for Farleigh and you jumped when his hard cover book made a deafening crack as it closed. “No, why would I be upset about earlier? It’s not like everyone has been up Oliver’s ass all semester, so much so that you take his side and make me look like a jackass in front of everybody.” He was calm, spoke in a sickly sweet voice as the book was discarded near his pillows.

You never pulled punches with Farleigh, he knew this, which is why he shouldn’t have been so surprised when you defended your actions, “Farleigh you made yourself look like an ass, like when everyone stopped laughing because it was literally painful to watch.” He ran a hand over his khaki colored corduroy pants, his fingers adorned with expensive silver rings, as he rested his ear against his shoulder. A sign he was licking his wounds after you walked out to check on Oliver leaving him alone to sing the rest of his shitty song.

“You get so… prideful around him, like you’re trying to prove something. I’ve never seen you like this.” The way Farleigh kept attacking Oliver was far from his usual pettiness, no Farleigh was always quick but even the butt of his jokes would find themselves laughing about it eventually. Here it was like he was taking everything just a step too far, you didn’t understand how Oliver got under his skin so badly.

Sure, he didn’t come from your world but it wasn’t like he was being a nuisance, there was no reason in your mind to embarrass him by picking a song for him that Farleigh was sure Oliver didn’t know. “Well, he’s a fucking creep. He’s sneaking around with Venetia and he’s cozying up to you lately, he had you using his lap as a couch coushin in there.” He looked disgusted by the thought.

You hadn’t thought anything of it honestly, if Venetia was settled in her brother’s lap in a platonic fashion you figured it was all in the spirit of the night. The closeness and camaraderie we found amongst yourselves in these nights, that was like tradition to you. “Farleigh…” You trailed in a tone reeking of disappointment in one of your best friends, “What? You don’t think so?” He quipped.

Your silence spoke for itself and he scoffed, “Well then you’re a fucking idiot.” Your voice, while not loud, cut through the air like a knife, “Hey. You do not speak to me like that.” You pointed your finger, straightening your back out. Next thing you know he’s pinning you down by your thighs, using this new leverage to lean into your face.

“What are you gonna do about it? Run and tell poor little orphan Ollie?” He nodded, silently coaxing an answer from you. “You’re being mean Farleigh.” You whisper, showing weakness for a moment not even thinking about the fact your friend doesn’t ever touch you like this. Somehow, it’s the least of your worries.

With a heaving chest he looks down at your lips, focusing in on them as they draw into a tight line with the silence. “I wouldn’t be so mean if you hadn’t been,” His tongue runs over his bottom lip. “…misbehaving.” You lost the ability to breathe for a moment, suddenly forced to face the lines that were most definitely being crossed. This was uncharted territory for the both of you.

One hand came up to your face, pressing his thumb lightly into the center of your chin making sure to slowly bring it up and gauge your reaction. His knuckle hooked over your bottom lip until the pad of his thumb grazed the wetness of your tongue. You closed your mouth around it instantly, earning a groan from the tall boy towering over you.

Swiftly he removed himself, pocketing his hands under your thighs and throwing your weight on top of his so you were open for him across the thick muscle of his leg. “You gonna be good for me?” You nodded, bracing yourself on his shoulders. “Yes, I am.” You said without hesitation, some new fire ignited you craved to fuel.

You were pulled by the nape of your neck to meet his lips in a fervent kiss pressing your whole body against his. Lips slid against each other as they danced in harmony, tongues exploring one another as you began grinding your hips against him hoping to relieve some of the pressure building in your core.

His free hand locked onto your hip to stall any movement as he pulled away from you, “Take it easy babe, just let me touch you.” You could’ve melted right there, his hand traveled up your nightgown and grazed over the seam on the side of your panties. “Oh really?” He sounded almost proud in his surprise at your lack of pants.

He explored further, reaching up to your right breast and grazing his nail against your nipple. Your hips stuttered involuntarily, amusement written on his face as he watched your face screw in pleasure. “F-fuck” Your voice cracked, feeling that stimulation go straight to your core.

“You gonna let me have a taste?” He pouted, twisting the nipple in between his fingers leaving you breathless and desperate for more. “Yes, fuck, please just put your mouth on me.” You whined, and Farleigh didn’t need to be asked twice. Your gown was ripped from your body leaving you in just a little pair of panties and nothing aside from your stark nakedness.

Of course, he had to take a moment to admire your body, so soft and beautiful, like unwrapping a gift he’s always yearned for. “Farleigh, please.” Your voice sounded pathetic almost, but you were worried if either one of you paused for too long you’d come to your senses and stop. And empty fear seeing as it would probably take an act of god to seperate the two of you at this moment.

“Shut up, I wanna see what you’ve been hiding from me all these years.” His hands explored practically every inch of you, his eyes grazing against your stomach, your breasts, you thighs. He couldn’t stop imagining what your hips might look like settled on top of his own, stuffed to the brim with his cock.

He couldn’t wait anymore, he unbuckled his silver and black belt, letting it hit the floor somewhere before jimmying them halfway off all with you in his lap. Now your sex was making indirect contact with a small sliver of his skin between his boxers and pants. “I’m gonna spend some time with these,” He began to explain, giving each breast a squeeze. “But you’re gonna get off on my thigh before I do anything else. Understand?” You nodded with confidence, hiding your dissapointment in him. All you wanted was for him to be inside you, tending to that most sensitive part of you and he was making you do it yourself.

But you could give him a show, make him so insatiable he’d have no choice but to turn you over and fuck you after seeing the way you grind into that muscle. “Yes, I understand. I’ll be good for you.” You cooed in your most sultry voice. It must’ve been an effective plan because his head dipped to tend to you almost instantly.

With lips and teeth scratching against the sensitive skin of your nipple, you felt like you were going crazy. You didn’t need to be reminded of you task because your hips did all the work for you at the feeling he provided. It was like your breasts had a direct line to your clit, making any friction against it double in intensity.

Your hips weren’t thrashing against him by any means but you were still racing to reach that high, something Farleigh helped along by bouncing his thigh against you. Farleigh switched breasts, leaving a free hand to guide your motions along him in frustration. “God I can’t wait to fuck you.” He humbled against your chest, “Been so good for me, haven’t you? My good girl.”

You barely registered the words, not that it would’ve changed anything. If being Farleigh’s good girl meant pleasure like this you didn’t care.

You were getting closer, mumbling harder as you threw your head back in pleasure. Farleigh could barely make out any of your words besides: fuck, please, so close; he guessed he didn’t need the details. He grabbed the middle fabric of your panties, pulling them to the side so your clit was bare and began to catch onto Farleigh’s boxers, creating a new devilish form of friction against that bundle of nerves.

“I’m gonna cum.” Your voice was light and broken. It had come embarrassingly fast but with Farleigh’s tongue flicking against the second most sensitive bundle of nerves, there was no way you could’ve helped it. No doubt it was boosting Farleigh’s ego, something that was far from necessary.

He lifted his head, keeping one hand aimed at the pleasure points on your chest, “Look at me. I wanna see that look in your eyes.” You sped up, keeping eyes contact with him as your jaw felt slack and that impossibly tight knot in your core finally broke, letting pleasure avalanche over your senses. Farleigh kept on you with that look of amusement at how quickly you came undone through his own manipulation.

You sadly clenched around nothing as your legs shook a bit and you slowly rode out the high, not wanting to keep the same pace now that you were so sensitive. Farleigh pulled you into another kiss, this one deeper but more sensual than before. There was no rush now, neither of was going anywhere.

“Fuck you’re never leaving this bed.” He confessed between kisses, promising you this wasn’t just a one-off thing. “Not until I’m finished with you.”

[goobtopia]

I loved your blog!

hoping u don’t actually mean that past tense cuz fun fact i did repurpose this blog from my it phase (i was like 15) and i pray no one remembers that

either way it’s so so so greatly appreciated 🫶 means the world to me babe :) hope ur having a great day

[goobtopia]

eagerly awaiting the completion of farleigh start 🤭

i’m crying this is hilarious 😭 anyways wait’s over: go read it here!

[goobtopia]

hi!! could you write a smut about farleigh where reader has sensitive nipples and a praise kink?

(could he also make reader grind on his thigh)

it’s up now here! hope it had you giggling and kicking ur feet as much me cuz oh boy was this right up my alley

[goobtopia]

crime and punishment [farleigh start]

!! 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

based on this request

summary: after a dinner party at saltburn you confront your long time friend, farleigh, about his odd behavior surrounding felix’s new friend from oxford.

warnings: 18+, SMUT, f!reader, (kinda) p*rn without plot, kissing, praise kink, mentions of p in v sex, thigh riding, nipple play, dom!farleigh, wealthy reader, mention of bullying, swearing, farleigh is both mean and whiny you’ve been warned

[requests are open]

☆ masterlist ☆

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“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or keep giving me the silent treatment?” You crossed your arms in the entryway of Farleigh’s room. He refused to look up from his Dostoevsky summer reading or give you any kind of acknowledgment.

You sighed, finally entering the room so you could sit at the edge of his bed making sure to shut the door behind you. With you facing him and your legs tucked under your body, he obviously couldn’t focus on the passage enough to continue reading so he sighed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” This was classic Farleigh, so upset or so angry that he’d just shut it down instead. It was something of a compliment you guessed, when Farleigh didn’t care to hurt anyone with his words informed by his loathing his insults were quick and harsh. I once watched him send Gavey crying in the quad after spilling coffee on his lecture notes and heard he was in and out of the school counseler’s office after that.

“If this is about earlier…” You trailed off, unknowingly hitting the nail on the head for Farleigh and you jumped when his hard cover book made a deafening crack as it closed. “No, why would I be upset about earlier? It’s not like everyone has been up Oliver’s ass all semester, so much so that you take his side and make me look like a jackass in front of everybody.” He was calm, spoke in a sickly sweet voice as the book was discarded near his pillows.

You never pulled punches with Farleigh, he knew this, which is why he shouldn’t have been so surprised when you defended your actions, “Farleigh you made yourself look like an ass, like when everyone stopped laughing because it was literally painful to watch.” He ran a hand over his khaki colored corduroy pants, his fingers adorned with expensive silver rings, as he rested his ear against his shoulder. A sign he was licking his wounds after you walked out to check on Oliver leaving him alone to sing the rest of his shitty song.

“You get so… prideful around him, like you’re trying to prove something. I’ve never seen you like this.” The way Farleigh kept attacking Oliver was far from his usual pettiness, no Farleigh was always quick but even the butt of his jokes would find themselves laughing about it eventually. Here it was like he was taking everything just a step too far, you didn’t understand how Oliver got under his skin so badly.

Sure, he didn’t come from your world but it wasn’t like he was being a nuisance, there was no reason in your mind to embarrass him by picking a song for him that Farleigh was sure Oliver didn’t know. “Well, he’s a fucking creep. He’s sneaking around with Venetia and he’s cozying up to you lately, he had you using his lap as a couch coushin in there.” He looked disgusted by the thought.

You hadn’t thought anything of it honestly, if Venetia was settled in her brother’s lap in a platonic fashion you figured it was all in the spirit of the night. The closeness and camaraderie we found amongst yourselves in these nights, that was like tradition to you. “Farleigh…” You trailed in a tone reeking of disappointment in one of your best friends, “What? You don’t think so?” He quipped.

Your silence spoke for itself and he scoffed, “Well then you’re a fucking idiot.” Your voice, while not loud, cut through the air like a knife, “Hey. You do not speak to me like that.” You pointed your finger, straightening your back out. Next thing you know he’s pinning you down by your thighs, using this new leverage to lean into your face.

“What are you gonna do about it? Run and tell poor little orphan Ollie?” He nodded, silently coaxing an answer from you. “You’re being mean Farleigh.” You whisper, showing weakness for a moment not even thinking about the fact your friend doesn’t ever touch you like this. Somehow, it’s the least of your worries.

With a heaving chest he looks down at your lips, focusing in on them as they draw into a tight line with the silence. “I wouldn’t be so mean if you hadn’t been,” His tongue runs over his bottom lip. “…misbehaving.” You lost the ability to breathe for a moment, suddenly forced to face the lines that were most definitely being crossed. This was uncharted territory for the both of you.

One hand came up to your face, pressing his thumb lightly into the center of your chin making sure to slowly bring it up and gauge your reaction. His knuckle hooked over your bottom lip until the pad of his thumb grazed the wetness of your tongue. You closed your mouth around it instantly, earning a groan from the tall boy towering over you.

Swiftly he removed himself, pocketing his hands under your thighs and throwing your weight on top of his so you were open for him across the thick muscle of his leg. “You gonna be good for me?” You nodded, bracing yourself on his shoulders. “Yes, I am.” You said without hesitation, some new fire ignited you craved to fuel.

You were pulled by the nape of your neck to meet his lips in a fervent kiss pressing your whole body against his. Lips slid against each other as they danced in harmony, tongues exploring one another as you began grinding your hips against him hoping to relieve some of the pressure building in your core.

His free hand locked onto your hip to stall any movement as he pulled away from you, “Take it easy babe, just let me touch you.” You could’ve melted right there, his hand traveled up your nightgown and grazed over the seam on the side of your panties. “Oh really?” He sounded almost proud in his surprise at your lack of pants.

He explored further, reaching up to your right breast and grazing his nail against your nipple. Your hips stuttered involuntarily, amusement written on his face as he watched your face screw in pleasure. “F-fuck” Your voice cracked, feeling that stimulation go straight to your core.

“You gonna let me have a taste?” He pouted, twisting the nipple in between his fingers leaving you breathless and desperate for more. “Yes, fuck, please just put your mouth on me.” You whined, and Farleigh didn’t need to be asked twice. Your gown was ripped from your body leaving you in just a little pair of panties and nothing aside from your stark nakedness.

Of course, he had to take a moment to admire your body, so soft and beautiful, like unwrapping a gift he’s always yearned for. “Farleigh, please.” Your voice sounded pathetic almost, but you were worried if either one of you paused for too long you’d come to your senses and stop. And empty fear seeing as it would probably take an act of god to seperate the two of you at this moment.

“Shut up, I wanna see what you’ve been hiding from me all these years.” His hands explored practically every inch of you, his eyes grazing against your stomach, your breasts, you thighs. He couldn’t stop imagining what your hips might look like settled on top of his own, stuffed to the brim with his cock.

He couldn’t wait anymore, he unbuckled his silver and black belt, letting it hit the floor somewhere before jimmying them halfway off all with you in his lap. Now your sex was making indirect contact with a small sliver of his skin between his boxers and pants. “I’m gonna spend some time with these,” He began to explain, giving each breast a squeeze. “But you’re gonna get off on my thigh before I do anything else. Understand?” You nodded with confidence, hiding your dissapointment in him. All you wanted was for him to be inside you, tending to that most sensitive part of you and he was making you do it yourself.

But you could give him a show, make him so insatiable he’d have no choice but to turn you over and fuck you after seeing the way you grind into that muscle. “Yes, I understand. I’ll be good for you.” You cooed in your most sultry voice. It must’ve been an effective plan because his head dipped to tend to you almost instantly.

With lips and teeth scratching against the sensitive skin of your nipple, you felt like you were going crazy. You didn’t need to be reminded of you task because your hips did all the work for you at the feeling he provided. It was like your breasts had a direct line to your clit, making any friction against it double in intensity.

Your hips weren’t thrashing against him by any means but you were still racing to reach that high, something Farleigh helped along by bouncing his thigh against you. Farleigh switched breasts, leaving a free hand to guide your motions along him in frustration. “God I can’t wait to fuck you.” He humbled against your chest, “Been so good for me, haven’t you? My good girl.”

You barely registered the words, not that it would’ve changed anything. If being Farleigh’s good girl meant pleasure like this you didn’t care.

You were getting closer, mumbling harder as you threw your head back in pleasure. Farleigh could barely make out any of your words besides: fuck, please, so close; he guessed he didn’t need the details. He grabbed the middle fabric of your panties, pulling them to the side so your clit was bare and began to catch onto Farleigh’s boxers, creating a new devilish form of friction against that bundle of nerves.

“I’m gonna cum.” Your voice was light and broken. It had come embarrassingly fast but with Farleigh’s tongue flicking against the second most sensitive bundle of nerves, there was no way you could’ve helped it. No doubt it was boosting Farleigh’s ego, something that was far from necessary.

He lifted his head, keeping one hand aimed at the pleasure points on your chest, “Look at me. I wanna see that look in your eyes.” You sped up, keeping eyes contact with him as your jaw felt slack and that impossibly tight knot in your core finally broke, letting pleasure avalanche over your senses. Farleigh kept on you with that look of amusement at how quickly you came undone through his own manipulation.

You sadly clenched around nothing as your legs shook a bit and you slowly rode out the high, not wanting to keep the same pace now that you were so sensitive. Farleigh pulled you into another kiss, this one deeper but more sensual than before. There was no rush now, neither of was going anywhere.

“Fuck you’re never leaving this bed.” He confessed between kisses, promising you this wasn’t just a one-off thing. “Not until I’m finished with you.”

[goobtopia]

No bc the farleigh start girlies are so starved

official announcement for fellow farleigh stans: i got a lil sum on the way for us :)

edit : it’s up here