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kissingrhi · 27 days

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my bf oliver quick headcanons

semi nsfw ☆

hand + thighs man —

both in an erotic sense and a romantic sense. he finds beauty in hands and thighs, and i imagine he likes grabbing your thigh when you're sitting close together.

cigarette sharing —

he doesn't smoke as much as the others. and, you probably don't, either. there's something amusing to him about holding up the cigarette for you to take a drag and watching you cough and your face go red. im sorry but he's weird.

pda —

with oliver, i dont see him really being public about dating you. his true self is complicated. he's possessive over you and doesn't like you getting flirted with, but also doesn't feel the need to air out his business that you're dating. not just possessive, but also obsessive. he'd be the type that's torn over showing you off, or keeping you all to yourself. but then, he'd also think that information being out there that you're his would be too vulnerable. and so, his 'pda' is VERY subtle. thigh grabs under the table, pinning you in darken corners to kiss you, things like that.

music —

okay. hear me out. i feel like he'd listen to the smiths. but not just the smiths. the killers,and she wants revenge. i feel like he'd also enjoy slowdive and like felix, muse. also, the bravery. fav song would be hatefuck lol. likes sharing his earbuds with you when you two are relaxing, and lets you queue songs.

size difference —

okay. so he's not THAT much taller than you, but he is larger in body size. he's ripped. so, rather than wholly using his general size against you, he LOVES using his strength against you. it's fun when you argue and he's able to pin you down, or when you're having sex, do the same or press your face into the pillows. will also sometimes pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. in a softer sense, he likes cuddling by holding you into him or hugging you from behind when you're doing something.

sex life —

hes intense. im just gonna say it. ofc there will be times where hes more gentle than most because he can't just manhandle you all the time, but let me say it now — HES always in the dominant position. he finds it cute when you try to fight his dominance to take over, but he wins every. time. when your relationship progresses though, he'll probably find it more comfortable to submit. likes leaving bruises from impact, bite marks. sloppy kisses because he likes tasting you, and of course, big on giving head. i feel like he'd probably like some blood in there too, probably from making your lips bleed.

pet names —

'doll', 'baby', 'little mouse'. i feel like the last one is more so when just 'putting you in your place'

i love yous —

this is tricky with oliver. i feel like you'd have to get him in a vulnerable position to say 'i love you' — you'd say it first, and he'd be reluctant to return it, even though he loves you back. probably when an argument gets especially bad, and you're on the verge of leaving him is when he says it.

arguments —

i feel like eventually, him not wanting to be public about your relationship would be an issue. or maybe he pisses you off due to his obsessive or possessive behavior, and it causes issues. will always squeeze your cheeks and grab your chin and force eye contact during arguments. he likes seeing you angry, riled up.

hopeless —

i feel like he's also big on sending voice notes. ofc texting too! but his voice is pretty, and it's sort of enjoyable to him. plus, he likes receiving them back.

party life —

we know already that he's more reserved, but that doesn't mean he's a party pooper. he just doesn't party as hard as felix, far, or venetia, but he drinks. he always keeps an eye on you. NEVER looks away. if you're getting flirted with, he'll tell them to get lost. probably ends up getting jealous when you dance with someone else and pulls you off to remind you you're his.

#I LOVE THESE!!!!!! U OPENED PANDORA’S BOX (my brain) WITH THESE #ohhhh these are so good #rhi’s recs #oliver quick #oliver quick x reader #saltburn #saltburn x reader

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kissingrhi · 27 days

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been on a fic reading hiatus from how damn busy i’ve been and this is such a TREAT for my farleigh infested brain! so here’s some favs and notes 💕💞💓💗💖💘💝:

- i EAT up any kind of condescension in a fic idk why it gets the gears Turning so i already knew this was gonna EAT

- “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.” when people get dialogue right and in character for farleigh, a fairy is born

- “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.” the way that this can be interpreted as him genuinely judging your clothes or trying to flirt is so fucking funny 😭 because WHERE is the line with his ass

- “you’d find your way back to him eventually, and he knew that.” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵😵😵

- the intimacy of him hugging the reader’s back WHILST laughing at her frustration is soooo reminiscent of that (you know which one) part in the succession script where it’s like “tom can’t let anyone in or he might die” because that’s SO FARLEIGH

- “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.” this visual!?!:&3’d OP u r fucking insane for this i hope you know

- “you’re soaked through your panties. you like me that much, huh?” he taunts arrogantly.” LORD HAVE MERCY

- the entire ‘please’ debaucle… my favorite dynamic has GOT to be a reader who matches farleigh’s brattiness (and neediness) because it’s soooo delicious

- “i know you’ve been touching yourself to me.” if he was willing to sit and watch oliver and venetia then what do you think he’s willing to do with YOU????? 😊😊😊😊 think on it. perv freak babygirl farleigh always

- “he was such a bitch but you liked it.” THIS IS A BAR

- “fuck, you’re such a bitch.” you whine. “you love that, don’t you?” he chuckles back in return.” ohhhh i know this mind games are top tier when he’s fucking someone silly

- “although the summer heat was decently cooler at night, the air seemed hotter around you now.” ANOTHER BAR

- “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.” Hey. 😵‍💫😵‍💫💖💖

- “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.” OHHHHH LORD

- also him yelling goodnight ijbol

this characterization is JUSTTTT right. i appreciate how you didn’t do too much in trying to force his wit, the way you write is very natural and so satisfying to read!!!!

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 over 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.

#rhi’s recs #farleigh start #farleigh start x reader #saltburn #saltburn x reader

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kissingrhi · 27 days

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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 little 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 you 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 out — 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 this what you wanted?” you whisper out, breaking the silence.

“mhm…”

#thiisssss #is SO FUCKING GOOD #THIS is perfect characterization of him #whiny bitey grabby little (6’5) thing #“is my baby tired?” died.#Dead.#HE NEEDS A SOFT DOM IN HIS LIFE IM TELLING U #pussy drunk far haiiii:3 #making sure he doesn’t pull out no matter what #Yurp #that’s farleigh #rhi’s recs #farleigh start #farleigh start x reader #saltburn #saltburn x reader

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