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THE THINGS WE KEEP

Summary: Part two to One More Chance, you find yourself back in Saltburn with something that could ruin you.

Warnings: pregnancy(?), pregnancy symptoms (?), talks of abortion, period- fertility talk, sorta dark??? Now that I'm realizing it?? Handjob, voyeurism, public handjob-sorta??, arguing, Oliver.

Notes: Will there be a part three? Maybe if you guys are super, super nice to me and leave nice comments that aren't just asking for a part 3s 😁 this is nearly 6k words, i was gonna make it even but i was starting to feel like i was talking in circles... Erm feel free to tell me if i missed any warnings, I'd real appreciate it!

“If it's a girl, can you name it after me?”

You run a hand over the bare skin of your stomach, you pinch at the fat, at the roundness that's a little firm. “I’m not pregnant.” You murmur, glaring at Annabel through the mirror. The girl is splayed across your bed, head hanging off the edge as she passively reads through a magazine. “And it's not an ‘it’.”

Annabel looks up, her eyes squinting as she smiles. “Can you name her after me? Sweet little Annie. That'd be cute, wouldn't it?”

“The test was negative.” You say. Though your hands keep to your stomach then to your breasts that look bigger and feel heavier, tender almost. “The test was negative so why do I feel pregnant?”

“‘Cuz you're pregnant.” The girl states, trying to seem serious but she's upset down, smiling at you— her eyes on your belly. “That’s what happens when you fuck without a condom and off the pill.”

‘But the tests were negative.’ You think again with a frown. You've taken three of them dreading to see that double pink line or the big bold letters proclaiming you're pregnant but negative. All of them were negative. “It was only twice.” You say and Annabel snorts, not believing you. You can't blame her, not when it was clear on some level you have forgiven your ex-boyfriend who could now be found at your side at almost any hour of the day. Farleigh had spent days making it up to you; bending you over at parties, going down on you in the library, even fingering you through a lecture once. He hadn't cared who could see in certain situations, didn't care who could hear and Annabel’s snort is proof of that, she's caught you with your legs wrapped around his head more than ‘two’ times. “Maybe it's just stress.” You try, faking a smile at the mirror. Annabel gives you a look through the glass. “Finals, you know? The studying and maybe going to Saltburn this summer–”

“Or you're pregnant.” Annabel interrupts.

But you couldn't be. You think almost hysterically, that the tests were negative and tests, no matter how cheap, couldn't lie to you. It's illegal, you go to rub a hand over your stomach and then draw it away with a deep breath, “Anna, babe. I love you but– but I'm trying not to freak out and you're freaking me out.”

She sits up instantly, the smile falling from her face faster than the magazine falls from her hands. “Sorry, sorry. When was your last period?”

You think back, teeth pulling at the skin of your lips as you pace the length of your dorm. “Erm– I think– I think before I fucked Farleigh? Yeah, it was like a week before.”

“You banged him raw during your fertile week?!?” She screams, hops from your bed, and throws your shirt at you. “Come on, we're going to the market.”

You rush to pull the shirt over your head, you scramble over to your slides as she puts on her jacket and shoves you hers. “My fertile week-?”

“You’re lucky, I like you.” She says seriously. She throws you a look, then looks down at your stomach again with a frown. “And you're lucky we're going to a pharmacy out of town, we can't be recognized. It's going to be a long ride and I'm going to explain how majorly you fucked up.”

After a three-hour car ride with Annabel telling you ‘Fertile week’ is just another word for ovulation and switching between cursing you out for being so dumb and making you promise to name the baby after her, you arrive at the pharmacy and it's dark. The pharmacist gives you both odd looks when you rush in, then it switches to a nauseating look of understanding when you approach the counter with four different brands of pregnancy tests, a 24 oz Gatorade and Levonelle— the UK’s Plan B. The two of you lock yourselves in the bathroom and nearly forty minutes later, you get the answer you already knew.

You're not pregnant.

But Annabel makes you take a morning-after pill anyway. The walk back to her truck is almost silent, she's muttering to herself as she unlocks her doors and tells you to get in first as she digs through her messy jeep and she finds what she's looking for and a crumpled pamphlet is shoved in your hands as she gets in the front seat. You read the bright pink words across the top of it and nearly drop it, swallowing back the pity that bubbles in your throat.

“Another thing we'll have in common.” She tries to joke but she's not looking at you, her knuckles white around the wheel. “Lucky you get a choice in this.”

“Annabel–”

“I don't want to talk about it.” She says quickly, then she smiles, facing you. There's a faraway look in her eyes and you shift in the seat, choking down guilt. Yet another secret of Felix’s you're forced to keep. “I know you think you're not pregnant, I know the test says you aren't but… just keep this, okay? ‘Cuz those pills— they don't always work. In case you want to go in person and get a check-up, it couldn't hurt, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You agree quietly. “I could go before I fly back to America for the summer.”

Annabel frowns. “Thought you were going back to Saltburn?”

“I can't go like this.” You say a hand with a hand over your stomach. “I need to figure out what's going on. Maybe I'm just gaining weight from stress and school, maybe it's nothing and maybe I'm– I'm– you know.”

She nods, then. “What are you going to tell Farleigh?”

“Nothing.” You say quickly. You lick your lips in thought, your eyes drifting away from her. “It’s not his business what's going on with me. Just because we're fucking again doesn't mean he's my boyfriend.”

Annabel lets out a long hum as she starts the truck. The ride back to campus is silent for a while and then, “If it's a boy, do you think it'd have his gigantic head?”

“Oh my god–”

You blocked Felix's number again.

You think this is the kinder choice; instead of telling him to his face that no, you will not be going to Saltburn even though you and Farleigh were on better terms, you'd be going home to see your mother again, you haven't seen her in two years and calls and emails were not enough. Then you backtrack because you don't have to justify where you're going to him— he's a friend and you use that term loosely. The things you know about that man make him the least deserving of your kindness even if he acts like he's God's gift to everyone, you've seen what's under his smile, what he keeps in his closet and you've seen what makes him tick and explode. So, no you're not going to Saltburn, you probably wouldn't have even if you weren't—

You pause. You weren't, what? Pregnant? You're not, you're just… sick. Yeah, you're sick, and being at home with family could help you, fix you.

The point is, you're not going to Saltburn. You have an appointment at a clinic two hours before you need to catch your flight and Annabel promises you the staff there is very in and out, you'd be out with time to spare regardless of your results. You just had to get off campus undetected by Farleigh and his cousin who seem to be searching for you.

You almost run straight into Farleigh twice but you are quick to blend in with the crowd of students crossing the courtyard, you nearly bump into Felix when his back is to you and he's chatting to some girls in your year asking if they've seen you and you quickly turn on your heels and dip into a nearby building. You press your body flush against the cool walls and close your eyes as nausea builds in your gut from all your running around and hiding. You feel warm, a slight sweat beading on your brow.

“You’re hiding from them again.”

You jolt, eyes flying open to look at Oliver who stares back curiously. His blue eyes dart all over your figure and it makes your skin crawl, the way he takes you in— he's looking for something and he frowns when he sees it. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” You say quickly, your throat pinching. You swallow and rub your palms against the front of your shirt and his eyes follow the movement, his frown deepening. You clear your throat and smile, though it's small as you change the subject, “I heard by the way- I'm sorry about your dad.”

Oliver blinks and it's like he was never picking you apart with his eyes, his frown lessens into a confused little pout. “Felix– he– he told you?”

Your smile twitches. No, Farleigh told you but you don't admit to that. “Yeah, I heard you were going to Saltburn.”

“And… and he told you I was going just because my Da’ died?” He asks. Again you wipe your hands but his eyes don't follow the movement, he's waiting for you to answer. Farleigh told you Felix felt bad for leading Oliver on and invited Oliver to Saltburn to see where things went and when pressed Felix said the same. But that night when Farleigh was drawing patterns on your back, he had whispered how both Felix and Oliver had made out whilst drunk and the next day Felix had all but dropped him till the news of his dad's sudden death.

“No,” You lie, after a pause. You let your smile grow bigger, “No, I'm sure he didn't mean it like that, Ollie. He would have invited you regardless, I phrased it wrong.”

“Oh… okay.” He swallows and you think the conversation is finished but when you go to pass him, he grabs your arm and yanks you back. You'd usually curse him out but you feel so sick, the sudden stop has your stomach lurching, your lips clenching as you swallow the saliva that pools in your mouth. He pulls you closer to him when he speaks, “I’ll see you there, right? Felix said you're going.”

“Yeah, yeah... you'll see me, I just have to pack up my dorm and–” Distantly you hear your name being called by Farleigh and shudder, the last thing you need right now is to be caught with Oliver's hands on you. “I have to go before the patrol sees my stuff still in there and they give me a fine.”

This time Oliver lets you go and you speed walk away, a hand pressed tightly against your mouth. You will not puke, not when you can still feel Oliver's eyes on you.

You miss your fucking flight.

But that's not the worst part of today. First, you lose your phone. You don't know when, you don't know how but you do know when you go to grab it, it's not in your pocket or your bag. You rip apart what's left of your dorm room and can't find it— you can't find Annabel either, you think she's ditched the school earlier and when you trudge your way down to the student pay phones and see the lines, you know there's no way you could stand there and wait for your turn. So you slink out of the campus with all your bags and catch one of the taxis loitering outside the campus and tell the driver where you need to go.

Then, the taxi breaks down. You're about halfway to the clinic when the motor starts to sputter, the driver curses and pulls off to the side of the road just as the engine gives out and the two of you sit in stunned silence.

“You– you can fix that, right?” You ask in disbelief, your bag clutched tight to your body. The driver presses his lips tight together, it's an attempt to smile but it falls quickly as he gets out of the car and pops the hood. You're no expert on cars or how they work but you're pretty sure it shouldn't be smoking. You watch, heart pounding till you decide— fuck it and you get out of the car and go to search your bag for your phone, if you could find it you could get another taxi and get to your appointment on time and–

“Ma’am you have to stay in the car.” The driver says the second you round the vehicle.

“What?”

“If someone comes by and hits you it's my fault,” He explains and you give him a bewildered look and then look to the British countryside. If someone came by maybe they could save you from this nonsense. “If you get hurt and file a claim, I'm done for– I could get fired and I need this job. So just sit in the car till I get this figured out, yeah?”

You frown, you don't want someone to lose their job because of you but can't just miss your flight. “Can’t you just call someone?”

“No.” He answers so quickly, it has you startling back. He's growing a bit pink in the face but he's still trying to smile, “Don’t worry ma'am, you're in good hands, I promise. I'll have this fixed in under an hour or two–”

No, no. You'll miss your flight and you don't have money for another– you could barely afford the first ticket, “I can't sit here for an hour or two, I'm expected somewhere! Can't we just use the phone in the taxi-?”

“It doesn't work if the engine doesn't work.” The man says tightly, his eyes darting away from you and to the still-smoking engine then back. “I understand your frustration but you just have to bear with me–”

“Do you have a personal phone I could use?” You interrupt, trying to keep the panic out of your voice. “So I can– I can call another taxi, I'll even call the number on the side of this one so it's someone from the same company and we'll both get help–”

“Ma’am.” The man says, loudly interrupting your rant. “I can fix this, you just have to give me a chance, please get in the car and wait. If it is beyond my capabilities I'll give you my phone and you can call whoever you want and I'll give you a refund and a coupon.”

“A–A coupon?” You ask, your voice shrill. “You want to give me a coupon? I'm going to miss my fucking flight!”

The man opens his mouth but you're not hearing any of it. your hands are shaking as you climb back into the taxi because what else could you do but wait? You don't know the countryside like you know the city and don't know how far away you are from the clinic. You have no choice but to wait for the car to start working again or for the man to finally give up and give you his phone. You swallow back the nausea that creeps up your throat and place your head against your knees as you fight the urge to scream and cry. Why couldn't things go right? Why did you have to go through all this? A pregnancy scare, a keeper of a Cattons’ secrets, and school you could barely even afford. What was the point when none of it went your way?

You're crying by the time the driver gets back in the car. He clears his throat awkwardly and hands you his phone. The time on the screen makes your eyes water all over again, you missed your appointment, you missed your flight. You're stuck in England with nowhere to go and when you try to call Annabel first, she doesn't pick up. But you don't expect her to, she doesn't answer numbers she doesn't know and neither does Farleigh. So, you dial the next best number. The phone rings once, twice, and then–

“Felix?

Saltburn looks like it's haunted when it's dark.

It's foggy, only lit up by the moon and there's a warm mist that clings to the air as you arrive— You shift in your seat, peering out of the window, and see there's only one or two lights left on in the castle-like house. The place looks empty but if you squint, shadows are moving within the darkness, the servants of the house, you assume. Trying to go unseen as they clean and prepare for the next day. You sit back in your seat and glance at the center console to read the time and it's nearly nine, you've missed dinner and know that Sir James and Elspeth have probably retired for the night and think great, those are two fewer Cattons’ you have to deal with.

But that leaves the three waiting on the stairs.

You're barely out of the car before Venetia is on you. She's throwing her arms around your neck and pulling you close, forcing you to bend to her height as she hugs you and you return the hug softly, a sigh leaving your lips, “Hi, Netia.”

“Felix is pissed.” She murmurs against your ear. She hugs you closer, and your eyes dart up the stairs and to the two Cattons’ coming down them. “Farleigh is…hurt. But he didn't let Felix blow up about it.”

You pull away from the hug, just a little— your hands settling on her arms as you take in her face. She's looking at you with a small smile but her eyes are a little misty, “And you?”

“I get it.” She replies softly. “I don't know all of what happened but I wouldn't come back here either. I just wish you would have emailed me or something.”

Your stomach twists with guilt. “Ven–”

“It’s fine.” She says quickly, her lips quirking up. She's already stepped away, her eyes flickering to Felix. “Incoming.”

“Nice of you to finally join us.” Felix all but hisses as he gets closer, Farleigh is grabbing at his arm, saying his name thick with warning but Felix only shakes him off. “What were you thinking?”

You scowl at him, shrinking away from his gaze. “I don't have to explain myself to you, Felix.”

“You promised.” He says, “Promised Farleigh, promised me– then, then you lie to Ollie and say you're coming–”

You roll your eyes at the mention of Oliver, of course, he snitched. “Sorry, I didn't want to spend another summer at Saltburn–”

Felix scoffs, “Oh, real cute–”

“–Sorry I wanted to see my family for the first time in two years.” You spit then take a breath. “Look, Felix. I'm not going to apologize– not for wanting to go home but thank you for getting me. I appreciate it.”

Felix's lips are tightened like he's fighting the urge to frown. “Yeah, well, that's what family does for each other.” You swallow thickly as he shakes his head— he's already turning away, shoulder-checking Farleigh and Venetia is quick to follow. She offers you one last smile before she rushes after him, leaving only you and Farleigh.

You open your mouth and Farleigh levels you with an aching look, “Don’t.” He says, his voice cracking. He takes a breath, his tongue darting across his lip, “Not tonight, okay? We can– we can talk in the morning.”

“Okay.” You say, “You can go up– I'll get my bags and–”

“Baby,” Farleigh starts, he takes a step forward— his fingers looping with yours. “Let the workers get it. Let's go to bed.”

Your heart trips in your chest, “Together?”

Farleigh presses a long kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, babe. Together.”

Waking up with Farleigh was easy.

He'd always curl into you, whisper in your ear to stay in bed for just a moment longer— he'd pepper kisses along the side of your neck, his fingers would dance across your stomach to pull you closer and his hips would push into your backside and he'd ask if you were up for a little fun.

Today was no different, though you twist before his hands could go near your stomach and face him, he smiles at you softly, blinking in surprise at the sudden movement but a small moan is pushed from him when you lean closer, sliding your lips over his. He kisses you back easily, eagerly but he is the first to pull away with a small huff, his eyes squinting through the dark room to see you better. “Are we going to talk about it?”

You don't answer and Farleigh doesn't ask again, his warm eyes watching you curiously as you shift lower in the bed— you're no longer at eye level with your ex-boyfriend, you give his chin a small kiss as your hands slide down the length of his half nude body. Farleigh had tossed his shirt claiming it was too hot to sleep with it on but had no problems climbing under the covers with you later that night. Your fingers tease the band of his shorts and you feel his stomach clench in anticipation. You crane your head up just a bit, your lashes fluttering, “Can I?”

Farleigh swallows, “Yeah.”

You slip a hand down his pants and Farleigh jerks when you wrap a hand around his dick. He hisses your name in shock when you tug at it, watching with wide eyes as you quickly withdraw your hand and spit on your palm. Farleigh gasps as you grab for him again, his head ducking in search for your lips once again as you work your hand over his dick— he's all but gasping and moaning into your mouth during the kiss, humping into your closed fist as your other hand ghosts back up his body, to his nipples. You tease them, giggling when he trips to nip at your lips, you trace the outline of one before you pinch, twisting it gently as you lean back and watch as he groans. You go to kiss him again when someone knocks.

“Go away,” Farleigh tries to order but his voice breaks when you begin to pump him faster. Farleigh swallows back a moan and humps into your fist faster. You're snickering at his dizzy expression, he's biting his lip and letting out short little moans for your ears only. The person knocks again and Farleigh groans, mouth opening to shout but the handle jiggles, and the large oak door creaks open with a hard push. Duncan peers into the darkness of the room and Farleigh nearly freezes, his eyes wide as he looks over your shoulder. He's heaving, panting but his hips still slowly roll into your closed fist— one of his hands disappearing under the cover to keep your hand on him. “He can't see us,” He whispers so softly, that you have to shuffle closer.

Duncan clicks his tongue stepping into the dark room. The man, thankfully, bypasses the light switch in favor of going towards the curtains, “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

You give Farleigh a test jerk, squinting to see him bite his lip as his lashes flutter. You shuffle closer to Farleigh, your forehead resting against his shoulder as your thumb sweeps over his weeping tip. Duncan is shuffling behind you, he's surely getting closer to the curtain but Farleigh hooks a leg around yours and presses into your fist so hard it has him hissing out a choked curse. Duncan, of course, thinks it's directed towards him.

You can hear the scowl in his voice as he fumbles with the chord of the curtains, “Everyone is already downstairs waiting for you and we can't find your lady–”

“Uh–huh...”

“–And you're sleeping in without a care in the world–” Duncan continues as Farleigh whimpers against your ear. There's a light, near faint squeaking that fills the room, Farleigh is going to cum. You feel it in the way he moves, how his breath stutters. It's a surprise he isn't begging for it but you blame it on the fact that he doesn't want to alert the butler to what he was doing or your presence. Farleigh’s free hand grasps for you, pulling you into a bruising kiss as he cums, he groans into your mouth, fingers curling against the base of your neck as he slowly rolls to a stop in your hand. Duncan pulls the curtains open and light floods the room and you can barely pull away in time to duck under the cover as Duncan sputters behind you.

“M-my lady–”

Farleigh laughs, pulling the covers over his head to hide from Duncan's accusing gaze. “We’ll be down in a few minutes.”

Duncan nods, clears his throat, and speeds from the room. The two of you are still giggling for a moment, exchanging kisses when—

“We still have to talk about it,” Farleigh says and you frown, pulling away to look at him. The man raises a brow, his lips quirking just a bit as he presses another kiss to the corner of your lips before he gets out of bed. “Sex isn't going to make me forget you tried to leave.”

You roll away, burying your face in his pillow with an annoyed groan. Your response is muffled and Farleigh comes back to the bed and you lift your head when he asks you to repeat what you said. “I wanted to visit my mom, I told you guys that last night.”

Farleigh hums, he doesn't believe you but he doesn't outright say it. He just looks at you like you're something tragic, like you're made from broken bits of glass that's been stuck together again, “You ignored all my calls.”

“You would have stopped me.”

Farleigh frowns, shaking his head and when his curls bounce it makes you realize he went to sleep without a hair cap. “I would have asked ‘why.’ Why now, why when we're working things out, why when we're getting back together–”

“We’re not.” You say so quickly, you nearly bite your tongue. Farleigh blinks, his lips thinning but you continue, “Just because– just because we fucked doesn't mean we're back together.”

“Right.” He says slowly, his eyes already rolling. “You’re not my girlfriend but you just gave me a handjob. You're not my girlfriend but just last week I had you cumming on my dick–”

“Oh fuck off, Farleigh.” You hiss, pushing yourself out of bed. You start to look for your jeans that you took off last night and Farleigh clocks it immediately.

“Where are you going?” He asks, he's stepping in front of you. “We have to talk about this, this isn't fair.”

“Like you care about what's fair.” You spit. It's a low blow and you know it but you’re trying to get away from him, trying to get him to back down from the argument and just let you go but Farleigh doesn't, he grabs your arm and makes you face him.

“Don’t do that. We can't keep doing this– fucking each other and then arguing or– or running away. This shit isn't healthy.” Farleigh stresses but his voice is soft, hurt. “You say we aren't together but last night you asked to come to my room and before, you promised to come to Saltburn.”

You know he's right. It's not fair for either of you but you don't know how to tell him the truth— how to open yourself back up to him after what he did. You think if this happened before he cheated, you would have told him instantly. You think that maybe it would have been the both of you sitting in your dorm room’s bathroom— he would have paced as you sat on the toilet waiting for that line to appear. But… things happened, he strayed and even though he came back, even though he's proving himself to you time, and time again, you find yourself on a different path than his but always looking back. You must have been silent for too long because Farleigh gently, teasingly, tugs on your left ear lobe. It's enough to make you blink and he smiles, just barely and you sigh. “I’m sorry. I'm– I'm just going through a lot, Farleigh, and I want to tell you but–”

“You don't trust me.”

“I’m trying to.” You swallow, you blink twice as a wave of nausea hits you and your hand finds your stomach and you rub your hand on your belly before it quickly drops when you see him start to follow the movement. “I want to trust you, I want to give you another chance. I love you, Farleigh. But sometimes when I look at you, I just remember what you did and– and it kills me.”

Farleigh is nodding his head, “I can work with that. We can work with that.” He lets you go and his hand twitches as it falls to his side, “Your pants are over there.” He nods his head to your pants crumbled in the corner of his room and you quickly turn and scramble to grab them and pull them on. Farleigh watches for a moment before he looks away as you make your way to his door, you're nearly out of the room when he calls your name. You turn to him as he says, “I love you too, by the way.”

You bite back a smile as you duck out of the room. You're rushing back to your room with a small grin on your face and it only grows when servants passing by greet you with the use of your name. You find your room easily, your door is already cracked and curtains are drawn and you pop into the room only for your grin to falter.

There, on your bed is your phone.

The phone that went missing back on campus. The phone that cost you your flight and your appointment. You linger by your door in shock before your screen lights up and you're scrambling to grab it.

70 texts, 28 missed calls, 10 voicemails.

You blink, your hands shaking as you unlock your phone. The first dozen messages were from Annabel, she questioned your whereabouts multiple times, she asked if you made it to your appointment and when you didn't answer within an hour she assumed the worst and tried to call you— your eyes search through your call log, twelve times. On the last call, she leaves a voicemail:

“Bitch,” She hissed through the phone. “You better fucking call me when you land, you hear? This isn't funny, that's my niece you're carrying— sorry, not funny. But CALL me, I'm sweating from this stress!”

Your mom had texted you thirty times and called nine times. She left two voicemails and the first is worried— though you can tell she's a bit pissed you bailed on her and the second wasn't even your mom, it was your grandmother ranting about how England had snatched your soul and pierced your heart, she croaks out that she's praying for your redemption and you hear your mother in the background tell her to get off her phone. You shoot a quick text to her first, explaining the situation as best as you can, and promise to call the moment you are free as you look at the other messages.

Farleigh had called you the last seven times and left you the last seven voicemails, each of them longer than the last. You can barely get through one when you hear his voice break as he apologizes softly into the phone— he asks you to just call him to make sure you're alright and that's where you cut the voicemail, your eyes watering. Jesus. You clear your throat as you scroll to the most recent messages,

Unknown.

Hey.

It's Oliver, I hope you're okay :-)

You blink. When did you ever give Oliver your number? Frowning, you search through multiple messages threads and see the only time Oliver is ever mentioned is when Annabel talked about almost fucking him. Felix, you think, must have given him your number when he realized you weren't going to show up, and ignoring how annoyed that makes you feel, you drop your phone back on your bed and rush to change into fresher clothes. You already missed dinner, lord forbid you're any later to breakfast.

Elspeth greets you enthusiastically. She jumps from her seat at the sight of you, pulls you into a crushing hug, and presses several kisses to each of your cheeks. She tells you she missed you and Sir James is quick to say the same as he offers you a quick kiss on your hand before Farleigh pulls you away with a snide comment. Both Catton elders wave him off without so much as a blink and you're sat next to Farleigh and next to Venetia.

The girl grins at the sight of you, leaning into bump shoulders with you and she snickers when her mom calls for attention again. She introduces her friend, Pamela— a willowy redhead who greets you with bleary eyes and a tight smile. She is sat at the opposite side of the table at the very end and two empty seats are keeping her away from Oliver and Felix. She leans forward, her neck extending to be seen and she asks, “And who are you, exactly?”

The question makes the table fall silent, Farleigh is frowning at Pamela and Felix is chewing his toast with a smug smile on his face as he watches.

“Oh, darling, she's Farleigh’s girlfriend,” Elspeth says when the silence persists. She's smiling, her blue eyes twinkling, “She’s practically family!”

Felix snorts and Farleigh kicks him under the table. Elspeth’s smile begins to drop, obviously catching the movement but Oliver is suddenly sitting up in his chair, “Are you feeling well?”

You blink when you realize the question is directed at you, “What?”

All eyes fall on you and Oliver, and he begins to shift, nibbling on his lip. “I mean, are you feeling better? I know with the baby and everything–”

For a moment, there's silence. You see Oliver's lips moving but you don't hear him then there is chaos. Felix chokes, Sir James drops his fork and knife, and Elspeth lets out a squeal. Venetia turns to you, her eyes wide and searching, “What baby?” She asks, her voice shrill. She calls your name but you're quickly pushing away from the table, stumbling as you try to catch your footing. Farleigh is on his feet just as quickly, he's behind you— steadying you but his hands feel scorching and you fight the urge to push him away.

“What–” You start and your knees nearly give out from the adrenaline pumping through your body, Farleigh is gripping your elbow like his life depends on it but you refuse to look at him, you're glaring holes into Oliver. “What the fuck, Oliver?”

Oliver makes a face. “Our luggage got mixed up, I saw the pamphlet and I thought–” He looks around at the chaos he caused, and his lip twitches. “I thought everyone knew…?”

You swallow and this time, you don't think it's enough to keep back the bile building in your throat. You yank your arm free from Farleigh and wheeze out a quick, “Excuse me.” and rush from the room. You don't know where you're going but all you know right now, is that you don't want to be found. You're out the side doors in seconds and disappear into Saltburn’s maze, ignoring the calls of your name.

#oliver you shit stirrer 😭#so good (I) got nauseous #for some reason i’m more nervous about felix #💌 favorites!!!#farleigh x reader

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Because We’re Doing This For the Thrill of It

Farleigh x Reader SMUT, sequel to Not Your Boyfriend, Baby, tw for cheating and being cheated on, you know the deal

part one

Felix’s hands on your hips keep you pressed to him as you dance, your back pressed against his chest as you dance, the music pounding through the club keeping time with your heartbeat. The smell of sweat, vodka and cigarettes invades your nostrils, but you’re too drunk to care about the stench, too focused on the scene in front of you.

It’s been two weeks since you fucked Farleigh, and you don’t think his eyes have left you for more than a few seconds the whole time.

India grinds against Farleigh, one hand wound up around his neck for leverage as she clumsily dances, eyes closed. You couldn’t care less about her. Your eyes are locked on Farleigh’s, the green/blue lights of the club painting him in unusual colors, making him all the more entrancing to look at. The top few buttons of his shirt hang open, and you can see where some of India’s body glitter has rubbed off on him, catching the light and reflecting it away. He lazily dances, that perpetual air of boredom hanging around him even in the midst of the club - you get the sense that he’s just humoring India for something to do at this point. After all, he hasn’t even spared her a glance in the past five songs.

You smile at him as you dance, wishing that it was his hands on your hips instead of Felix’s - but at the same time, this is fun too. Watching him watch you, knowing that he couldn’t care less about the girl that he’s with. Knowing that he’s thinking the same things about you. It’s intoxicating - more so than the green tea shots you’ve been downing.

Felix leans down, his nose dipping into the crook of your neck, breathing heavy. A bead of sweat drips from his face onto you, and you tip your head back onto his shoulder, eyes still locked on Farleigh. You watch him wrap his lips around a cigarette as Felix’s voice booms in your ear.

“Come do a line with me?”

You nod against his skin, and let him steer you off the dancefloor, through the crowd and towards the bathrooms at the back of the club, leaving the rest of your group on the dancefloor. You toss a look over your shoulder as Felix takes your hand, and find Farleigh again. He smiles around his cigarette as you throw him a gaudy wink before the crowd shifts and you lose him from your sight.

Felix leads the way, tugging you along behind him until you reach a quiet corner of the club near the very back. You grin up at him as he digs out a little baggy from his pocket and hold up your forearm for him to shake a line out on. His eyes meet yours as he runs his nose along your skin, the cocaine disappearing and a line of goosebumps rising in its wake. He inhales sharply, blinking a few times as he scrunches up his nose. “Here.”

He passes the baggy to you and holds out the palm of his hand. You shake out a line and quickly hoover it up, almost nuzzling into Felix’s palm as you do. He always offers you the palm of his hand for that reason you think - he likes to watch you eat out of it. He likes to watch everyone eat out of it. He gets off on being a white knight - you’ve seen it a million times.

You hand the little baggy back and watch him tuck it back in his pocket, his pupils already starting to dilate as the coke sinks in. You watch him watch you, and you can see in his eyes what he’s about to do before he does it, so it’s no surprise when he roughly grabs you by the jaw and kisses you, too much teeth and tongue to be really loving in any sense of the word.

It’s nothing like how Farleigh kissed you. Farleigh kissed you like he loves you. You bite Felix back.

He laughs when he pulls away, and grabs you by the hand again to drag you back to the dancefloor. You follow along in his wake as the crowd parts for him until you’re back where you started. India and Annabel pull Felix back into the throng, smiling up at him with that familiar hunger in their eyes as he lets go of your hand in exchange for theirs. You let Felix’s sweaty palm slide out of yours without protest. Let them have him - your eyes scan past Jack and Oliver as you look for who you really want to be here with.

He finds you first, grabbing your wrist and spinning you around to drop down to his knees, comedically sexy, holding onto your hand for leverage as he shakes his ass. You laugh, even though you can only barely hear yourself above the music, and he stands back up grinning at you, cigarette trailing smoke like a halo around his head. He doesn’t let go of your hand as you start to dance. He keeps it friendly, just in case Felix glances over, which you appreciate. To the common observer, you’re nothing but friends.

The way he looks at you is anything but friendly.

Playfully, you pluck Farleigh’s cigarette out from between his fingers and tuck it between your lips, a pseudo-kiss. He watches you take a long drag, and bats away the smoke that you blow into his face with a dry smile before he steals the cigarette back. Still dancing, you spin around, facing the rest of the group again.

The first thing you see is India’s hand skirting up Felix’s shirt and the way her eyes are half-lidded as she looks up at him. He doesn’t seem to care too much though - he’s too busy swapping spit with Annabel, his tongue bullying its way into her mouth. Your lips curl in disgust before you can stop them - you really hope that's not what it looks like when he kisses you.

Maybe it’s the vodka, maybe it's the coke, maybe it’s the culmination of the months of watching him do this to you, but you’re really not in the mood to just let it slide tonight. You’re standing not even two meters away - he can’t think you wouldn’t have noticed? You turn back around to Farleigh, and grab his hand, tugging him back towards where you and Felix had hidden away before. He doesn’t protest, his eyes flicking between India and you before he follows along.

The crowd doesn’t part as easily for you as it had for Felix, so it takes you longer to find your way back into the recesses of the club, amidst the more debaucherous partygoers - you breeze past a couple very obviously about to fuck against the wall, a group of people gathered around a table taking turns doing lines and a girl in tears as she storms away from the bathrooms with her phone wedged between her shoulder and her ear. Pushing past them all you pull open the door to the mensroom and pull Farleigh inside.

He grins at you, obviously amused. “Someone’s pissed.”

You roll your eyes, and push open the door to the stall at the very end of the row. “You wanna fuck or not?”

Farleigh raises his hands in surrender, and walks into the stall, still grinning. You follow him in, and slide the lock into place behind you, even though you’re fairly confident you’ll be uninterrupted. If it were the women's room you’d chosen, there would be no way in hell you could get away with this - too many drunk girls crying in the mirror - but the mens room is blissfully empty. Farleigh still looks like he’s about to laugh.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You say, pushing him against the wall and starting on the buttons of his shirt, picking up where India left off.

“I’m sorry.” He says, not really sounding sorry at all. “It’s just - you said that you didn’t care about the cheating, but it looks like-”

“I don’t.” You insist. And you don’t in the sense that you couldn’t care less about Felix being faithful. He’s never going to hurt your feelings by choosing someone else over you when the only reason you’re with him in the first place is to live off of his excesses free of charge. But you care in the sense that he’s not even trying to hide it anymore. He wasn’t even two meters away from you with his tongue down Annabel's throat. He surely can’t think you’re that fucking stupid.

“It seems like you do.” Farleigh slips his hand under the hem of your dress, pushing the glittery fabric up until it’s above your hips. He trails a finger under the lace band of your underwear, playing with the elastic.

“He was not even two fucking meters away.” You say, undoing Farleigh’s belt, and then moving to the button of his trousers. “It’s like he thinks I’m actually stupid.”

“I thought that was what you wanted?” He teases. “I mean, I thought that was the point of pretending that you don’t know he’s cheating on you.”

You push Farleigh’s trousers down his legs, and start to palm him through his boxers. “There’s a line.” You say. “Like, yes, I want him to think I’m a little stupid so he doesn’t figure out that I don’t actually like him, but this is just insulting. I’m not blind.”

He tips his head back against the wall, watching you through half-lidded eyes as you work him to full hardness over his boxers. You take the opportunity to attach yourself to his neck, kissing over the same spots you had before, renewing the mostly faded marks. You never asked him if India noticed - or if she cared. Judging by the way she was dancing on him earlier, it didn’t even register. Not that she has room to talk really, with how she was feeling up Felix in front of you.

“Why do you care anyway?” You ask against his neck. “Me being pissed at Felix is a good thing for you.”

“Why do I care if you’re upset?” He drawls, sarcastic, looking down at you. “Beats me.”

The implication hangs heavy in the air, and you pull back from his neck to look up at him. “Farleigh.” When you’d joked about it two weeks ago, when you fucked, it was just that - joking. You didn’t think he actually cared about you as anything more than friends-

He leans down to kiss you - soft, tender - everything that Felix isn’t. Your hands wander to his hips, and then up the sides of his stomach, trailing your nails along his skin to make him shiver. You slip your tongue into his mouth and he groans, his fingers dipping beneath the band of your underwear to push them down your legs. You step out of one side, and let them hang on your ankle.

When he pulls back, a string of spit dangles between your lips. You can’t tell if it’s yours or his. His pupils are blown wide, and he looks at you in the way that Felix used to when he first asked you to be his girlfriend. It makes something flutter in your stomach - something you haven’t felt in a really long time.

He starts to say something, but you stop him, scared that it might be too vulnerable, too tender. Tracing your finger along the column of his throat, you drop your voice into a sultry whisper. “Fuck me against this wall Farleigh.”

You see him twitch in his boxers as he shuffles you around so that your back is up against the cinderblocks. He dips a hand into his waistband to pull his dick out, a bead of precum already collected at the tip. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he places his hands under your thighs, and work with him as he lifts you so that your hips meet his. The cinderblocks scratch the skin of your back that your dress doesn’t cover, but you don’t care - it barely registers, your body thrumming with the coke you did earlier and need.

You dip a hand down to find his cock and line it up, pressing the tip against your entrance. You watch his eyelids flutter at the simple touch, and smile. He tucks his head into the crook of your shoulder as he pushes in, and the moan that leaves his lips trickles right into your ear. The stretch doesn’t even burn this time, and pleasure shoots through you when he bottoms out, reaching that spot inside you that Felix can never seem to find. You let out a sigh, and press your lips to the side of his neck, tounging at the shell of his ear.

Farleigh gives a few experimental thrusts, readjusts his grip on you, and then begins to snap his hips against yours in the way that you’ve been craving since the first time you had him. You have no idea how India can still want Felix after having Farleigh - after having this. The way he pants and whines and groans as he fucks you makes the feeling a thousand times more potent, and you take the opportunity to wind a hand into his curls, tugging his head out of your neck so that you can look at him.

Lips still spit-slick from before, he presses them against yours hungrily. You swallow up his moans as soon as they leave his lips, trading them for your own as he forces choked little sounds out of you with each snap of his hips into yours. His fingers dig into the backs of your thighs like he’s trying to leave a bruise there on purpose. If you were more sober, you’d tell him off for it - but you can’t bring yourself to care. Felix wasn’t even two meters away when he’d stuck his tongue down Annabel's throat.

Farleigh pulls away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours, watching his cock slide in and out of you. “Fuck.”

You cast your eyes down to follow his, and the sight makes you clench, causing Farleigh to groan, his eyes rolling up into his skull for a split second.

He drops his head back into your shoulder, leaning so that your chests are pressed together, breathing heavy. “Don’t do that, I’ll cum.”

“I want you to cum.” You say, running your fingers up and down his spine, savoring the feeling of his warm skin under your touch.

“Fuck.” He keens, mouthing at your shoulder. “You can’t just say-” He cuts himself off with a moan as you clench again - this time on purpose. “Stop. I want you to cum first, I came too quick last time.” He breathes, sounding absolutely debauched.

“Farleigh.” You clench again, not on purpose, as heat rushes through you. You busy yourself with pressing wet kisses against the side of his face and neck as he fucks you, trying not to think too hard about the fact that he wants you to cum first. He’s putting your pleasure before his, something Felix has never done - and likely will never do. You picked the wrong cousin. You’re sure of it now - even though being with Felix has elevated you to a status you could have never reached before.

Fuck.

Spurred on by the fact that he actually cares about your feelings, the coil of heat in your gut tightens. You grip onto his shoulders tighter, mouthing at his collarbone to try and ignore the fact that he cared when you seemed upset and that he wants you to cum first since he did last time is making you feel a particular way.

He doesn’t have to worry about making you cum first, because you do, muffling your moan into his shoulder as you tense in his grip, pleasure shooting through you, hot and tingly. “Farleigh-!”

He presses his lips to yours, muffling the moan that escapes from him as his thrusts lose their rhythm. You kiss him back with everything you have, and wind a hand into his hair, holding him close to you as he pants and whines as he cums, high pitched and breathy against your neck. “Oh fuck, fuck-” He keens. “Mm, you’re so good, you’re so good, love you-”

“Farleigh?”

The cold touch of death shoots up your spine as Felix’s voice rings through the bathroom. You hadn’t heard the door open, you have no idea how long he’s been standing there. Still panting, Farleigh lifts his face out of your shoulder, wide eyes locking with yours. Hurriedly, he pulls out, stuffing his softening dick back into his boxers and pulling his trousers back up his thighs. You slip your underwear back into place and push your dress down, strangely calm. You should be panicking - Farleigh’s panicking, you can see it - but you’re not. Startled, sure, but panicked? No. You’ve known this was going to happen eventually.

You slide the lock in the stall door, and pull it open, coming face to face with your boyfriend.

He’s pissed - brow drawn tight, mouth tilted down into a tight frown, nostrils flared like he’s ready to fight. “What the hell is all this then?” He says, glancing between you and Farleigh. His eyes fall on you. “You’re cheating on me with my own fucking cousin?!” His gaze shifts back up to Farleigh. “And you’re fucking my girl- I thought we were mates, Farleigh. Family. I can’t fucking-”

You cut him off with an incredulous laugh that echoes around the tiled room. “What can’t you fucking believe, Felix?” You say, the anger you felt from earlier coming back full force. “That I finally am cheating on you back?”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t look at you, his eyes still locked with Farleigh’s. He doesn’t even have the decency to be ashamed at all, too full of self-righteous anger to realize what a massive hypocrite he is. And you’re fucking sick of it.

Reaching up, you grab his jaw, forcing him to look at you, uncaring about the way your nails dig into the skin of his cheeks. He might be mad, but you’re enraged, filled with months of resentment like a thousand bullets.

“I’ve known the whole fucking time.” You spit. “You’re not slick, you know, but I let it slide because you’re Felix Catton and Felix does what he wants, whenever he wants to and never suffers the consequences.” You sing-song. “I knew what I was signing up for when I said yes when you asked me out.”

“Sue me for wanting to enjoy my university years.” He says. “It’s different-”

“How?” You cut him off, searching his eyes. “Because it doesn't seem different to me at all. To me, it seems like you can dish it out, but you can't take it.”

He exhales, anger steaming from his breath. “Fuck you.”

You mockingly pout, pulling him closer by the jaw. “What are you going to do, break up with me?” You taunt. “What then? Who’ll protect that golden good boy image you work so hard to curate for your parents? Golden good boy Felix needs a girlfriend, or else Mummy and Daddy will find one for him, right? Or are you finally going to come out to them as a slag?” You tilt your head, waiting for him to respond.

You know he won't do it - he uses you as a shield from his parents expectations, that was half the reason he asked you out in the first place. You keep them off his back, and in return you get to live the life of a rich girl. That’s the deal, and he cares too much about his end of the bargain to let you go.

He rips his face out of your hold, still scowling. He glances once more at Farleigh before angrily stalking away, the door to the bathroom slamming as he leaves.

You let out a long breath, expelling the last dredges of anger from your system before you turn around to face Farleigh. “I’m sorry for dragging you into-”

“I love you.”

He says it too loud, it bounces around the tiled room before it finds its way back to your ears. Your gut flutters. “Farleigh.” You say, pursing your lips.

He closes the distance between you, kissing you like he wants to go for another round. “I’ve had fantasies about calling Felix out for being a bitch for years - mm - and you - mm - he can’t even do anything back to you.”

“That doesn’t - ah - mean that you love me-”

“I can’t stand that you let him fuck you.” He confesses, backing you up against the wall again. You watch him sink to his knees, pulling your underwear back down and pushing your dress up again in the same motion, wide brown eyes looking up at you in sheer admiration. “I get so jealous-”

“That doesn’t mean you love me either.” You gasp as he starts to kiss your thighs.

He sits back on his heels, looking up at you with such vulnerability and sincerity that you find yourself almost uncomfortable. “I care about you, and that’s close enough for me.”

It’s not ‘I love you’ but it is at the same time. He cares about you.

“I care about you.” You say. “Too.” And it’s true, you do. From the moment Felix introduced you, you’d thought he was interesting, and the feeling had only grown the more you’d gotten to know him. He’s smart, and funny, and a bitch in the same way that you are, and kisses you like he cares. Because he does.

Farleigh grins against your thigh, pressing another kiss to the sensitive skin. “I know.”

A moment of loving silence passes between you, and your gut flutters again.

“I still can’t believe you said all that to his face, that was so fucking hot.” Farleigh breaks the silence, nosing between your legs eagerly.

You just laugh, and let him in.

#SCREAMINGGGG #so good wth 😭#it’s what he (felix) deserves #💌 favorites!!!#farleigh start x reader

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Not Your Boyfriend, Baby

Farleigh X Reader, SMUT - tw for cheating, reader both cheats and is cheated on

Being Felix’s girlfriend comes with a set of rules.

Always stand to his right, so that he can hand you whatever he’s holding without having to think about it. Let him pull you into his lap whenever he wants, even if you’d really rather just sit next to him - always sit next to him. Laugh at the jokes he makes, even if they aren’t funny. Help him with his coursework when he asks, pretend that you need help with things that you know he’s good at so he doesn’t feel stupid. Pretend that he can make you cum. Pretend you don’t know he’s cheating on you.

Being Felix’s girlfriend comes with a set of rules - but the perks are worth it.

The necklace he got you for your birthday costs more than your first car, and if you ever sell it, will easily cover rent for at least a year. Designer clothes have a habit of appearing in your dorm room unannounced, always in your size - just because Felix likes when you look good next to him. No clubs are too exclusive to get into, there’s always a booth in the back of the pub reserved for you, people bend over backwards just for the chance of being in Felix’s vicinity - so naturally they’ll do anything for you.

You’re using him as much as he’s using you - it’s mutually beneficial. You get to live within his innermost circle, he gets to have someone to bring home to his parents so they don’t start looking into arranged marriages after graduation. You have no intentions of actually marrying him, god no - you’ve heard him talk about how many kids he wants, there’s no way in hell you’re pushing out six - but you’ll take what you can get. Felix is a comfortable rung on the social ladder you’re trying to climb.

“Right, love?”

Felix’s voice drags you out of your thoughts and back into reality - the warm lighting of the pub casts everyone around your table in a warm golden glow. You’re pressed against Felix’s right side - always his right side - his arm perched on the back of the booth around your shoulders, casually possessive. It’s a little funny how possessive he is, considering how often he cheats on you. On his other side, Annabel nurses a pint, her overlined eyes locked on Felix, utterly enraptured.

Across the table, India looks at him with the same hunger, even though her head rests on Farleigh’s shoulder. Farleigh looks how you feel - utterly bored, his eyes wandering the room as he idly smokes a cigarette. He’s always been prettier than Felix. More interesting too. If you weren’t trying to climb the social ladder high enough to marry rich and not have to work a day in your life, he’d be who you’re pressed against instead of Felix. There’s something about him that’s always given you the sense that he sees right through you, but it’s exciting. You know he knows why you’re here next to Felix, with a diamond he bought you around your neck. But Felix has no idea - he thinks you’re in love with him.

It’s laughable, how in his own head he is.

Still, you feed into the delusion, that practiced sugary-sweet smile playing at your lips as you look up at him. “Mhm.” You hum, picking up your pint and sipping at it.

Felix grins wide, and turns back to Annabel. “See?”

Annabel rolls her eyes, leaning around Felix to pin a look at you. “You weren’t even paying attention.”

The animosity that every other girl within a fifty mile radius directs at you is the one drawback of being Felix’s main piece. Your smile turns a little sharper. “Yeah.” You admit easily, setting your pint back down. “But I know Felix enough to know that he was probably right.”

Across the table, Farleigh snorts.

Your eyes slide over to him, and he meets your glance. Ever so slightly, he tilts his head, a dry smile playing at his lips - a silent, really?

You tilt your head in the same direction, mocking - yes, really.

Felix turns back to Annabel. “I’m always right, Anna - best get used to it.”

She rolls her eyes again, but this time it’s playful - flirty, even. You can already see how the rest of tonight is going to play out - Felix will make some excuse about drinking too much or not feeling well or whatever else his idiotic brain can come up with, and disappear back to his dorm room to fuck her. Tomorrow, of course, you’ll act like you’re none the wiser. In two weeks time, when the guilt starts to get at him, a new pair of heels or a Dior skirt will find its way into your closet.

Simply the way of things.

Pulling away from Felix’s hold, you make to get up. He glances at you, concerned, but you only smile, and kiss him on the cheek so that you can slide out of the booth. “Gotta use the loo.”

You brush your hands down your skirt as you stand up, and start towards the back of the pub, where the bathrooms are, tossing a look over your shoulder back at the table. You catch Farleigh’s eye, and hold it for a moment. His lips curl upward around his cigarette. With Felix likely going home with Annabel, your schedule for the night just opened up…

Maybe tonight’s the night you do something - someone - just for yourself. Set your plans for the future aside for once, and just have fun. After all, you’re confident Felix will be none the wiser - you know exactly what not to do after watching him fumble around with any and every other girl that’s caught his eye.

You disappear into the bathroom, Farleigh’s gaze still on you.

The noise from the pub is quieter here, just a dull hum seeping in through the walls. You lock the door behind you, and inspect yourself in the mirror. You smudge the dark eyeshadow around your eyes a little more, and fluff up your hair so that it doesn’t sit so lifelessly against your head. Your sex appeal back in place, you splash some water on your hands and pat them against your skirt before you leave, stepping back out into the pub.

As expected, Farleigh is waiting for you, leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door, finishing off his cigarette. A quick glance back at the table lets you know that you were right - Annabel and Felix are gone. India’s moved onto Jack now, laughing a little too loud at something he says.

“Felix said he wasn’t feeling well, all of a sudden.” Farleigh drawls, bringing your attention back to him. “Annabel’s walking him home.” There’s a touch of humor in his voice that you appreciate - he knows just as well as you do what they’re off to do.

“Shame.” You say, not bothering to try and sound actually sad at all. It wouldn’t fool Farleigh anyway. “Got tired of India?” You snatch the last of his cigarette from his fingers, finishing it off in one drag and dropping the butt to the floor, stamping it out with my boot.

Farleigh watches you, his eyes half-lidded. “Is there such a thing as not being tired of India?”

“She’s not all bad.” You say.

He tilts his head, that wry smile coming back to his face. “She’s not trying to fuck you.”

You can’t help but grin at that. “Touche.” You wouldn’t know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of India’s flirting - but if Farleigh’s boredom is anything to judge by, she must not be very good at it.

Silence falls between us, and you let yourself look at him, eyes tracing down the lines of his neck until you reach the hollow at the base, and then back up to his lips.

“So.” Farleigh says.

You meet his eyes again. “So.”

He grins, foxlike and charming. “You wanna get out of here?”

The walk back to campus is short, but it feels longer with how much you talk about with Farleigh - school and America and family and money and Felix and a million other, less important, things. It’s the most intellectually stimulating conversation you’ve had in a long time, and the most you’ve genuinely laughed in a while too. It’s everything you’ve been missing with Felix - and it makes the war between your want for fortune and fame in the future and your want for genuine connection rage all the more.

It comes to an end all too quickly for your liking, as you reach the steps to your dorm.

You slow to a stop, and Farleigh stops as well, looking down at you, hands tucked casually into his pockets. “Does it ever bother you?” He asks.

“What?” You reply.

“That he cheats on you.” Farleigh clarifies.

It’s a complicated question to answer, so instead you turn it around on him instead. “Does it ever bother you that he’s fucked India?”

Farleigh rolls his eyes. “That’s-”

“He does it to literally everyone.” You press on. “I stopped caring a while ago.”

Something contemplative washes over his face, and he just looks at you for a moment, eyes searching yours for something. His next question is quieter. “Who would you pick, if you weren’t stuck with him?”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “I’m not stuck with him.”

Farleigh looks at you, obviously amused. “I can see you trying not to roll your eyes every time he opens his mouth.”

You shrug. “The pros outweigh the cons.”

“So cynical.” He taunts, stepping closer. “You still haven’t answered the question.”

“I think it’s fairly obvious who I would pick if I wasn’t with Felix.” You say, letting him back you up the steps until your back is against the door. You look up at him, and meet his eyes.

He grins. “Yeah, but I want you to say it.”

“It’s you.” You say, voice barely above a whisper. “Like it would be anyone else-”

He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, a moan leaving him as you deepen the kiss without waiting, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He tastes like cigarettes and vodka and it’s made all the more delicious by the little noises that keep working up his throat, elicited when you grab him by the belt and pull him closer so that you’re chest to chest. He groans when you sink your teeth into his bottom lip and pull away, tugging him with you by the mouth. When you release him, he still follows after you anyway, chasing you for more.

Fingers still dancing on his belt, you smile. “Come up to my dorm with me?”

“Yes, fuck, please.” He already sounds debauched, and it sends a spike of heat straight down to your core. Felix would never deign himself to beg.

You push open the door to the dorm building, and start up the stairs, Farleigh trailing only a half step behind you. You fumble with your keys once you reach the door to your room, and Farleigh latches onto the back of your neck, trailing kisses across the sensitive skin that send a shiver up your spine.

Once you get the door open, you drag him inside and kick it back shut, locking it behind you.

Farleigh’s back on you in an instant, mouthing under your jaw. You wind a hand into his curls, pulling his head back from your neck. “Don’t leave any marks or Felix-”

He rolls his eyes, and cuts you off. “Duh.”

Without any more preamble he dives back into your neck, kissing along the length of it until he makes his way back up to your lips. You meet him in a kiss greedily, pushing off the door behind you and walking him back towards your bed. He hits the bedframe and breaks the kiss to sit on the edge. With a grin, you’re climbing into his lap and gently pushing him down until his backs flat against the mattress.

He’s so pretty like this - curls splayed out across your duvet cover, hands gripping onto your hips like you’ll float away if he lets go. You run a hand under his shirt, rucking it up so that you can see the way his stomach flexes when you touch him. Slowly, you dip your head down to lick a trail up his abdomen, never breaking eye contact.

He tips his head back with a shaky groan. “Oh, fuck.”

You grin, shifting forward so that you can nose under his jaw, lips ghosting across the shell of his ear. “What about you? Will India get mad if I-”

“Don’t fucking care, I want you to do it anyway.” He says, a little breathless. He’s so responsive - every little groan and whine shoots heat straight to your core. If sex with Felix was like this, maybe you wouldn’t have to pretend to be in love with him.

You sink your teeth into his neck just below his ear and he keens, his hips knocking up into yours. His fingers dig into your hips, bunching the fabric of your skirt into his fists like he’s holding on for dear life. You take the opportunity to start the slow roll of your hips as you work a chain of hickeys across his neck, scattering them artfully around his collarbone.

Deft fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, pushing it up your spine until you get the message and pull it off yourself, flinging it somewhere in your room. Farleigh wiggles out of his own shirt underneath you, pushing the offending garment off the edge of the bed. Freed of your shirt, you reach behind you to unclasp your bra as well, tossing it in the same direction.

Farleigh’s eyes fall to your tits immediately, and you swear you can see his pupils dilate. “I see why Felix keeps you around-”

“Shut the fuck up.” You say with a smile. Even when you have him in your bed, he’s the same old Farleigh. It’s a breath of fresh air after having to pretend you like when Felix calls himself ‘daddy’.

Your skirt is next, and then the tights you’d had on underneath it as Farleigh works on his trousers, kicking them off the end of the bed. Only your underwear left, you resume grinding against him, watching as his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he uses his grip on your hips to work you over him harder.

“How do you want me?” You ask, leaning down to press more kisses along the length of his neck.

You expect him to respond - to tell you to turn over on all fours or ride him reverse cowgirl - but he only sighs in the back of his throat. “Whatever you like, baby.”

You press your lips to his in another greedy kiss, licking into his mouth and swallowing up the moans that slip past his lips. He’s not making it easy to think about going back to Felix after this. Felix, who calls himself ‘daddy’ and manhandles you around however he likes and hasn’t made you cum a single time. You can feel your wetness starting to seep into the fabric of your underwear from how malleable Farleigh is underneath you - how he looks at you like he’d gladly do anything you ask him to.

You slip your fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and shuck them down his legs. Your own underwear are next, and then you’re grinding on him again, spreading your wetness up and down his length.

Farleigh’s grip tightens, and he tips his head back again. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he moans. “Mm.” He picks his head back up enough so that he can look at you. “I was going to ask if you wanted me to go down on you but - mm - I don’t think you need it- oh fuck!”

Rising up on your knees, you line him up and slide down him in one drop of your hips, lodging him inside of you. He’s longer than Felix is, but skinnier too so the stretch doesn’t sting as much. God, it’s like he was made for you, with how easily he reaches right where you need him to without even trying. You start to bounce, planting your hands on his chest for leverage and tossing your head back, losing yourself in the feeling.

Farleigh whines, a high pitched breathy thing that sounds like it’s been forced out of him as you start to move. Gently, you pry his hands away from your hips and pin them down over his head, just because he lets you do it. It’s a rush - that he’ll let you do whatever you want and take it happily - and it goes to your head. He strains against your grip but you don’t let up, working yourself up and down his cock just to watch his eyes roll up into his head.

“What- ahh, what are you doing?” Farleigh chokes out, straining against your grip again.

“Whatever I want.” You croon, whispering against his lips.

He snags you in a kiss, sweeping his tongue into your mouth hungrily as he plants his feet on the mattress, thrusting so that his hips meet yours on every downstroke. A sharp gasp forces its way out of your throat as the coil in your stomach starts to tighten, and you can’t help but smile at him. It’s almost a novelty, the way he works with you instead of against you like Felix often does.

He grins back up at you, and tilts his chin upward to kiss you again. Breathy, he says, “Felix is an idiot.”

You choke on a moan as a particularly hard thrust jolts through you. “Why’s that?”

“He doesn’t know what he has.” Farleigh says. “I’ve fucked India and - fuck - Annabel and they’ve got nothing on you.”

You laugh and moan at the same time. “You don’t have to - mm - be nice just so I’ll let you cum in me.”

“I can be nice.” He breathes.

You ghost your lips over his neck. “You’re never nice.”

“I can be nice.” He insists, turning his head so that you can litter kisses along the length of his neck. You trail upwards until you reach the lobe of his ear, biting gently at the skin. “To you.”

“Careful.” You say. “Better stop now or I might think you’re in love with me or something-”

Farleigh tenses up beneath you, as a long groan escapes from his lips as he throws his head back. He thrusts three more times before he stills, slumping back down to the mattress, panting hard. His eyes flutter open, blown wide as he looks up at you.

You can feel a smirk playing on your lips. “Did you just cum?”

He has the decency to look a little ashamed. “Maybe.”

You laugh, and kiss him. “Well, what are we supposed to do now?”

“I’m good.” He insists, working his wrists free of your hold. “I can still- here, just-”

He pulls you to his chest and rolls on the mattress so that you’re underneath him now, and resumes fucking into you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. The change in position makes the feeling all the more potent, and a moan slips out from your lips.

Winding your arms around his shoulders, you rake your nails up his back, and feel him shiver against you. “Farleigh…”

“Don’t fucking do that.” He laughs. “I’ll cum again.”

You toss your head back against the pillow as he speeds up his thrusts, obviously trying to get you to cum before he’s too spent to keep going. You let your eyes flutter shut and enjoy the feeling of him against you, the tickle of his curls against your neck, the breathy moans that slip from his lips into your ear, the feeling of his teeth against your neck as he sucks a hickey into your skin-

“Farleigh-” You start, only to cut yourself off as the coil finally snaps and pleasure shoots through you. “Oh fuck-”

He groans, and shoves his face deeper into your neck as his thrusts slow to a stop. He slumps again, flopping on top of you with a long sigh.

When you come back to your senses, you tug on his hair until he grumbles. “You are such a dick.” You say. “I said no marks.”

“Sorry.” He mumbles into your skin.

“No you’re fucking not.” You retort.

He lifts his head out of your neck, that foxlike grin on his face again. “No I’m not.”

“What am I supposed to do now?” You ask.

He pulls out, and flops back down on the bed next to you, nosing back into the crook of your neck as he slings an arm over your chest. “Makeup. Wear your hair down.” He shrugs. “It’s Felix - he’ll probably think he did it.”

You rest your chin on the top of his head, the aftershocks of pleasure running through you. “‘M never having sex with you again.”

Farleigh snorts. “Yeah, okay.”

You smile into his hair, because he’s right. Of course he’s right. There’s no way in hell this isn’t going to become a regular occurrence.

#wahhh love this sm #💌 favorites!!!#farleigh start x reader

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archiveluna · 3 months

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please please please please PLEASE PLEASE

#im gonna bite my phone #look at him #thinking insane thoughts #archie madekwe #farleigh start

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archiveluna · 3 months

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need to rewatch voyagers because i don’t remember shit but i wanna write (thirst thoughts) for kai (archie’s character) :p

#maybe tomorrow <3 #archie madekwe #luna.txt 🌷

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𝜗ϱ farleigh start . . . ( fluff + smutty drabbles ) ── female reader. farleigh being whiny, obsessed, whore i know he is and always will be.

farleigh gets off on eye contact and staring. he does a lot of staring whenever your doing almost anything. when you walk away from him, when you leave the room, when you’re talking to someone other than him, when you’re sitting anywhere that’s not close to him or directly on him— especially then. if you’re able to sit closer, he’s trying to get your attention just by his strong eye contact, trying to tell you to come over but if you can’t, he’ll just make eye contact with you every now and then.

eye contact also holds a lot of emotions for him; he’s always making eye contact for a reason. he’s like a needy dog who only whines and looks up at you with big doe eyes when they want something. he could be saying one thing and his eyes are telling you something else. but that’s what he likes about you, you can always tell what he wants by his eyes. he could make a stupid comment about how bad you need him all the time and embarrass you, but will look up at you, eyes sharing glances from your lips to your eyes with the fattest, cockiest grin on his face and you’d get up from his lap, his hand in yours and ride him like crazy in his dorm like he wanted.

“you need me more, don’t you?” you ask, hips rolling deeply into his making a whine that seemed stuck in his throat release. your leant down, lips ghosting over his, both your lips slightly parted with light gasps and moans coming from between them, fanning against one another’s face. he lets out a breathy, “yes,” in response. you grin before smashing your lips into his, greedily, and your hips replace the rocking with constant up and down movements.

then, he’s whining underneath you, hands holding onto your waist for dear life as if his firm grip is enough to tell you to slow down. but it isn’t. it encourages you to hear more of the desperate whines and groans coming from him so you pull away and sit up, allowing your full body to slam into him as you go up and down. his cock sliding in and out of you in the yummiest way as you do so and it makes both your heads slightly fuzzy.

farleigh hates how easily you can embarrass him by giving him a look. gets his breath stuck in his throat, mouth shut, eyes finding other places to look other than at you. “really farleigh?” you’ll hum, eyes burying inside of his after he’d make a slick comment. his mouth would go dry and his jaw goes slick. he’s not scared of you, no, but nervous. you just make him really fucking nervous.

farleigh will beg and lap like a dog to get what he wants. he’ll be such a fucking asshole in front of his friends while at a party. his arm either slung around your waist or neck the whole night as he makes eye rolling remakes and comments— all with a grin towards you, but will get on his knees and beg for a taste of you with heavy eyes that same night. “come on, it’ll be quick,” he’ll whine, head resting against your thigh. lips wet from licking them at the thought of getting to taste your leaking cunt.

but high or not, he’s begging. but the thing is, when he’s high, he eats you the best. you’ve told him that before and you feel that’s what feeds his addictions to the drugs even more, but it’s true, he’s messy with it, moaning into you, mumbling every now and then about how good you taste— he’s so into it. so much that at some point in your relationship you realize he doesn’t do it for you to get off but for himself.

“hmmp… farleigh, this isn’t quick,” you say, hand trying to get him to let up for just a bit by lightly tugging at his hair but it seems to only encourage him. his moans against your cunt becoming whiny and the flat tip part of his tongue is rolling recklessly against your clit. the sharp inhale of your breath at his increase of speed makes him look up at you. it doesn’t last long though because he removes himself from you. “forgive me?” he begs almost innocently but the pulling of your hips to pull you closer to his face before burying his face back into your cunt, makes it sinful.

farleigh and kissing!? it’s either messy and breathy, one another’s spit all over each other’s lips as you try your best to stay quiet, or slow and greedy, tongues playing recklessly with one another as one of his hand are your face to keep you steady so he can turn his head to deepen the kiss.

 2024 kausstar.

𝓴aus. days worth of thinking of him into this post. thank you. bye bye.

#i need him i can’t take it anymore #💌 favorites!!!#farleigh start x reader

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archiveluna · 3 months

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#LMAOOO #felix catton #oliver quick

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archiveluna · 3 months

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i’ve just sent out this same exact request to another writer but im going mad about the amount of fics (zero) with kai from voyagers (ARCHEIIE)

𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚

| pairing - kai x reader

| warnings - sub!kai, kai jerking off while thinking of reader, praise (m recieving), riding, finger sucking, mindbreak (if u squint hard enough), kai really wanting to pleasure the reader

| a/n - im ngl i was so happy i got this request bc ive been wanting to write for him so here u go🤫🤫

you always had your eye on kai. not in an attracted way, but you were always closest to him than anyone else on the ship.

but its just like one day everything — changed. when you stopped drinking your “medication” you just saw him differently. every time you looked at him you just wanted to do these things to him. break him. you didn’t know what came over you. kai always seemed like the type (sexually or not) that could break easily; even with the way he acts around the ship. all tough on the outside but when he’s alone he’s just a puddle of mush.

and to the least of your knowledge, kai felt the same way about you. he would think about the things you could do to him. he would try to sleep but all he could think of was you controlling him. taking what was yours. he would fist his cock at the thought. imagining it was your own hand wrapped around his thick length. he would shut his eyes and just try his absolute hardest to go to bed but he would just end up with his hand down his pants like a helpless little boy. and what made it worse was that you were in the room right next to him. and you heard everything. all his tiny moans and whimpers. this was the only thing that made you happy about the terribly thin walls on the ship.

you would’ve never thought kai thought of you the same way you thought of him until one day you had woken up to get a drink when you heard the faintest cry of your name while the hallways were dead silent. the voice sounds familiar so you instantly forget about the water and tiptoe to kai’s door and put your ear against it. it was almost like a mouse and a trap. and you fell for it. you just stood there — listening to him. the way his moans were broken each time he was about to orgasm. the way he would call out your name when he was close. the vague wet noises that were because of all of the pre-cum leaking from his tip mixed with his own spit. he had no shame since he was so loud and the ship was the complete opposite; so silent you could hear a mouse walking across the floors.

you just waited. waited until you could hear whatever little noises he made when he finally came. but what really caught you off guard was when he stood up to walk out of the room once he was done. you had to be quick to make it look like you had just walked out of your room too. once his door open you had turned your head to make it look as if he scared you. “what’re you doing up…?” he yell whispered. “i’m thirsty. why are you up?”

the question caused him to freeze in place. he squinted his eyes at you out of annoyance and whispered back “me too…” you could see his breathing quickening. he thought he had gotten caught. but you just continued to act clueless. so you got your water and went back to bed.

the next day during lunch you saw kai sitting down playing with his food. you walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. when he looked up at you he almost instantly looked back down. “hey kai.” you say softly. he flickered his eyes back up at you, flashing a little smile at you. it was so cute that it almost made you crack a smile yourself. “hey…” he whispered back. you decide to tease him a bit when you see how nervous he’s acting. he doesn’t usually act this way. he seems… guilty right now. “how’d you sleep?”

kai keeps his eyes off of yours, still picking at his food. “i slept… i slept pretty good. you?” you decide to mess with him some more but this time by actually doing something.

this time you reach up to his face, tilting his chin up to look at you. he swallows. hard. he can feel his face heating up at your touch. his eyes are soft and glossy. the way he looks up at you is enough to make you go weak in the knees. he licks his lips and moves his eyes to look at something else. “no no no… look at me.” you whisper firmly. “don’t get all shy on me now kai.” he looks confused. almost like he actually doesn’t know what you’re talking about. his eyes widen slightly and his hands start fidgeting with his shirt. you lean down, putting your mouth close to his ear before whispering again, “i know how dirty you really are…” his breathing gets deeper at your words, and his heartbeat accelerates. “w-what?”

you pull away from his ear and let go of his face. you flash a quick innocent smile before turning around to walk out of the lunchroom. by the time you make it to the door kai finally snaps out of the daze he was in and stands up to follow you. when he gets close enough he reaches out to grab your arm and flip you towards him. “what the hell are you taking about, ‘i know how dirty you are’?” he says continuing to walk towards you as you bump into your bedroom door.

he’s towering over you at this point — trying his best to intimidate you but it’s just not working.

“you know exactly what i mean… i know that you touch towels while thinking of me.” he freezes, his eyebrows go up in realization and he starts to slowly back away from you. he stops moving when you grab the hem of his shirt, pulling him in closer to you. he looks down at you with pleading eyes. almost like he was begging you to make another move. but then he does something that catches you off guard. he tangles his hand in your hair before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. you both moan into like you’ve been waiting for it your whole life.

his grip on your hair gets tighter as his moans turn into whines. little desperate ones that got you so fucking wet that you soaked through your panties. kai used his free hand to open your room door and as soon as he shut the door behind him he began to take off his shirt and pants. once you were both naked, you reached down to stroke him slowly. he choked out a whimper when he felt your warm hand wrap around his pretty dick. the tip was already so wet from the stimulation of his pants rubbing on it before you two took your clothes off. “cmon baby… lemme hear those pretty noises you make all the time.” you whisper as you guide him to the bed. he lays down on his back as you climb on top of him.

his hands instinctively go to your hips as you reach around to line his cock up with your leaking entrance. when you finally sat down on him he cried out in pleasure. he gripped onto your hips so tight you were sure he was gonna leave a mark on you. you just sat there, letting him nestle inside you. you let him take a few seconds to adjust before you started to move your hips. you slid alllll the way up on him just leaving the tip in. you wanted to see how he would react — just wanting to tease him for a bit. “nononono- please just lemme feel you baby please-“ he choked out as he felt your tight cunt leave off his dick.

once you slammed your hips back down onto him little mumbles of ‘thankyouthankyouthankyou’’s left him. he was very vocal. even more than he was the night before. his whimpers were so sweet and soothing unlike his demeanor when he’s not just with you. you could feel his hands gripping onto the flesh of your ass as his moans got higher in pitch with each slam of your hips.

the room was filled with the sounds of lewd squelching and skin on skin. kai just kept getting louder with every move of your hips onto his pelvis and he wouldn’t get any quieter each time you told him to — so… you did what had to be done. you stuck your middle and ring finger into his mouth, muffling his sounds quite well. and by the way his cock twitched inside you, you could tell he liked it a lot.

you could feel his tongue swirl around the digits and his whining still getting higher even with your fingers that were just wrapped around his cock in his mouth.

“cmon lemme make you cum… can i? pleaseee just lemme make you cum baby.” kai mumbled out onto your fingers. you could still understand him quite well in this predicament. as soon as those words escaped his mouth he started to slam his own hips into yours. he wasn’t in this only for himself — he wanted to make you feel good too. your pleasure was his. the only sound that left him were muffled mewls and moans escaping his already distracted mouth. “awh kai… you’re doing so good f’me… wanna make me cum?”

his head nodding with a quickness when you asked that question, his hips stuttering slightly. his moans got a bit louder but only for a second when you removed your fingers from his mouth and replaced them with your own lips. one of his hands once again went up to your hair, tugging at it slightly. he was so close he didn’t know what to do with himself. “ohmygod, keep going m’malmosthere-“ he cried out into your mouth as his eyes slightly rolled back from all the pleasure he was feeling at once.

you could feel this coil in your stomach about to snap with each thrust kai did. you could see his eyebrows knitting up each time he hit your cervix. “there u go kai, make me cum baby…” he could feel himself losing his mind each time your tight little pussy would clench around his length. kai couldn’t even speak if he really wanted to. he was so vulnerable right now that he didn’t know what to do. “fuck fuck fuckkk- m’gnnacum ple-“ is all you hear before you can feel kai spill his load inside you. soon enough you clenched down onto him, your orgasm coming right after his. he was panting beneath you, trying to calm down from what just happened.

his hand was still in your hair when he pulled you down to kiss him sloppily once more before wrapping you in his arms to fall asleep.

“i think you broke me…” he huffs out with a quiet laugh.

୨୧ 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮: @ludicdoll

#!!!! ughh so good <3 #💌 favorites!!!#kai voyagers x reader

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18+!!! ♥︎ farleigh fucking you in one of the many hallways of saltburn during ollie’s party… <3

you’d been teasing him all night, really, so you weren’t all that surprised when he had dragged you upstairs and away from the party. you could feel the music vibrating on the wall he had you pressed up against, his arms holding you up, legs spread wide open as he repeatedly fucked into you.

farleigh’s forehead rested against your own. the pretty moans he was letting out only made you clench around him harder. “don’t stop, please don’t stop.” your hands gripped the back of his shirt. “i want you to cum, baby, please cum on my cock.” his whiny voice sending you over the edge, and you swore you blacked out for a few seconds when he sped up, your back arching, pushing your chest closer to farleigh’s. the taller boy threw his head backwards in pure bliss when your cunt pulsed around him, triggering his own release.

expecting him to pull out, you gasped in surprise when he keep thrusting into you at a much slower pace this time. his head moving down to brush his soft lips against your own. “farleigh..” you whined feeling slightly overstimulated, and only now did you feel how numb your legs felt from the position you’d been in for quite a while. farleigh pressed a fleeting kiss to your lips before carefully pulling out, his hands moving to grip your hips when your legs almost threatened to give out much to your embarrassment but he simply giggled, amused.

you moved to walk towards the party downstairs, but his hand pulling you back had you looking up at him, confused. “where do you think you’re going?” the smirk on his face made your whole body heat up once again, and he gave you no time to answer before he was pulling you in the direction of his room. “i’m not done with you yet.”

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i’m not the best at smut but i was feeling h*rny for farleigh so i had to try :> sorry for any errors! it’s 3am i’m half asleep

#farleigh start x reader #farleigh x reader #farleigh start x fem!reader #farleigh x fem!reader #saltburn x reader #farleigh start #archie madekwe

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archiveluna · 3 months

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#thank you emerald fennell #felix catton

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being in a weird situationship with farleigh... <3 inspired by the song boyfriend by ariana grande ft. social house

WARNINGS ✧ none i think? ooc farleigh maybe, situationship? my bad writing… it’s been 7 years. written on my iphone at 1am while sleep deprived </3 sorry in advance! i also suck at writing endings ◡̈

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‘you ain’t my boyfriend and i ain’t your girlfriend but you don’t want me to see nobody else and i don’t want you to see nobody’

you could feel him glaring at you from all the way across the room but made no move to look his way. if he could go around hooking up with random people, then you had the right to do as you please also.

wether he’d like to admit it or not, farleigh was a jealous man, especially when it came to you and there was only so much he could take before storming your way, his long legs reaching you in record time and dragging you away from the confused boy who you’d been previously talking to.

‘even though you ain’t mine, i promise the way we fight make me feel like we just in love’

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped your mouth. was he being serious? the only thing holding you back from causing a scene being the people around you guys and the not so subtle eyes of his cousin and friends watching everything unfold. god.. you knew coming to this party was a bad idea. “not sure what you mean.” you shrugged.

he nodded his head in a mocking way, pursing his lips. “hm, right. so this isn’t you getting back at me for the other day, is it? because i told you-“

“getting back at you?” you cut him off shaking your head in disbelief. “get over yourself farleigh. am i not allowed to talk to other people? not everything’s about you, you know.” except this totally was about him. you almost groaned when you saw the smirk forming on his lips. that bastard. he knew, of course he did.

‘i know we be so complicated lovin you sometimes drive me crazy cause i can’t have what i want and neither can you’

you refused to meet his eyes when he called out your name, arms crossed looking at the people dancing around you. farleigh chuckled, taking a step closer. you took one back in return. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were jealous.” his tone was teasing, and you didn’t have to look at him to know he still had that infuriatingly attractive smirk on his face. i am. “of what? you’re not my boyfriend, you can do whatever you want.” you looked up at him, doing your best to appear nonchalant. farleigh laughed, throwing his head back like you had said the funniest joke he’s ever heard, which only served to agitate you more.

his eyes were practically sparkling when he looked down at you, his hands reaching to cup your face despite your failed attempts to push him away. “i didn’t fuck her. if that’s what you’re pissed about, all we did was make out...” he trailed off unsure if he should say what he was thinking. the way he was looking at you made your cheeks warm up, but you refused to speak. you wanted him to say it. you knew what he wanted to say, and as stupid as it sounded, you refused to be the first one to break. “i haven’t slept with anyone for months now actually.” his hands now resting on your hips squeezed them lightly.

farleigh admitting that shouldn’t of felt as good as it did, but it was as if you could feel a weight lifting off your shoulders. you hoped for a different kind of confession, but this was also nice to know. although you weren’t all that happy that he was still going around shoving his tongue down other peoples throats you couldn’t exactly complain either. he wasn’t your boyfriend. you had to remind yourself of that.

‘but you ain’t my boyfriend and i ain’t your girlfriend but you don’t want me to touch nobody else baby, we ain’t gotta tell nobody’

“like i said, farleigh, you’re free to do whatever you want. nothing is stopping you.” farleigh let out a mixture of what sounded like a groan and laugh, pulling you closer to him without you attempting to push him away this time around. “you” he paused to pinch your cheek softly. “are so fucking stubborn, did you know that?”

you couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped your lips as you looked up at him, finally giving in to his touch. you had only been ignoring him for a few days, but it felt like a lifetime to you and even if he wouldn’t say it, you knew he felt the same way if the way he was gripping your hips was anything to go by.

“were you really going to fuck that loser to get back at me?” farleigh suddenly asked, looking over to where the guy whose name you’d already forgotten now sat talking with a different girl, his face in that permanent scowl he seemed to have when he wasn’t around you or his friends. “i tuned him out the moment he opened his mouth to be honest.” you could feel your cheeks heating up once again as he laughed at your honesty. “yeah, i figured once you wouldn’t stop eye fucking me from across the room.”

“shut up!” you groaned, swatting his chest. “you’re the one who has a staring problem, you creep. seriously, you’re worse than that fucking ollie kid.” farleigh huffed, somewhat offended that you would compare him to oliver but said nothing else as he pulled you towards the table where felix and the rest of his posse sat, all of them immediately pretending like they hadn’t been watching when you both approached except for felix, who gave farleigh a not so subtle smirk when he pulled you to sit on his lap.

‘if you were my boyfriend and you were my girlfriend i probably wouldn’t see nobody else’

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i suck at endings can u tell ꃋᴖꃋ i know i said i wasn’t gonna write and i probably won’t for a while but i had to get this idea out of my head! i ♥︎ farleigh start. also sorry for any errors! i’m nervous just posting this, bye

#this got more attention than i thought it would #im a little (a lot) shocked #thanks to everyone who liked and rbd!!! ♡#farleigh start x reader

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monster by lady gaga is sooo farleigh coded… <3

‘i asked my girlfriend if she’d seen you ‘round before she mumbled something while we got down on the floor, ‘we might’ve fucked, not really sure, don’t quite recall but something tells me that i’ve seen him, yeah’ that boy is a monster’

‘look at him, look at me that boy is bad and honestly he’s a wolf in disguise but i can’t stop staring in those evil eyes’

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ︶︶︶⠀⠀୨୧⠀⠀︶︶︶

basically all the lyrics, i need to edit him to this song

#forever jealous of the girl in the first gif #that should’ve been me!!! </3 #farleigh start #farleigh start x reader #archie madekwe

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archiveluna · 3 months

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One More Chance

Summary: Farleigh doesn't want to lose you.

Warnings: Cheating, drug use, drinking, slapping (you dont get slapped!!), oral (f receiving!), pussy eating, overstimulation (?), talks of stds, P in V sex, lemme know if i forgot anything.

Notes: Guess who's back and being ANNOYING! Lord when i say this took me forever to write and it's long. Whatever, but hi this is like 5k+ words not including notes, warnings or summary! Enjoy!! Leave comments n all that!! ALSO Shout-out to @cocoamoonmalfoy for putting up with me while i wrote this 😭 okay im running away now.

You think you're getting too old for clubbing.

Everything is so loud, dizzying, and sweaty and your outfit sticks to you uncomfortably. You pull at the laces, at the latex that annoyingly catches against the meat of your thighs as you sway to the music. Annabel, seemingly ignorant to your stiff movement, leans her whole body against you, grinding to the beat of the song, and out of instinct you wrap your arm around her waist and pull her closer. She melts into your arms then without missing a beat, she turns her head and even with the flashing lights you can see that her mascara runs, “You used to be good at this.”

You swallow thickly. You were good at this— clubbing, partying, getting so drunk you'd feel it the next morning but he had to ruin it for you, take the fun out of partying. “Sorry,” You say, nosing against her ear, “It’s just a lot.” Her hands clench over yours, her lashes fluttering.

“You didn't have to come.”

But you did. You couldn't spend nights in your dorm crying for the rest of the semester, not when you had an image to uphold. People were talking, half the campus knew that something happened between you and Farleigh, something bad enough for you to suddenly drop him and his family despite the looks he still sent you whenever you were in the same room. You had to come, if not for yourself, for Annabel who's going through the same thing as you, even if the cousin she got stuck with was a lot more cruel about what he did. “Couldn’t let you do this alone,” You smile. Couldn't let her sit in her dorm and cry over Felix who dropped her for India, she had lost two people in one night(—her boyfriend and best friend.) and while you two weren't the closest before this, you're friends— someone who understood what it was like to date a Catton.

Annabel smiles, turning to face you and it makes you laugh, her lipstick is smeared. You reach out and wipe out at it and she watches, her smile slipping off her face as her lip begins to wobble, “I wish I met you first.”

You smile and it's twinge with sadness. “You don't like girls, Anna.”

She shakes her head, tears falling from her eyes. It's been off and on all night and the booze running through her system isn't making it better. “I could though, I could like you.” She sniffles, “It’s not fair. I could have loved you instead but I'm here and– and crying over him while he's probably off fucking her in some dark corner. He said it was all a bit of fun– that we had the rest of our lives and it was wrong to tie him down when– when there was so much to experience. You would have thought I asked him to marry me, I just–”

Her face falls, “I just wanted him to be my boyfriend.”

Then, it's like a switch flips in her because she suddenly gags, lurching forward. You jump back in fear of getting puked on but she claps her hands over her mouth, pushing you and others out of the way and runs to what you hope is a bathroom. You stare after for a few moments, making sure you can actually see her go into the women's bathroom and when she does, you look away with a deep sigh, a hand running down your face. She's done this twice already and you know when she comes back this time, you'll cut your losses and drag her back to bed before she gets alcohol poisoning.

Politely, you try to dance your way off the middle of the dancefloor. You smile at people who seem to know you, they say your name in greeting and quickly go back to their dancing and just when you're at the cusp of exiting the crowd, a hand grabs yours. You jerk, whirling around and—

“Oliver, what the hell?” You snap over the music, you yank your hand free and his face falls. “What the fuck do you want?”

“Felix sent me over!” He shouts over the music then he draws closer to you, forcing you to take a step backward and out of the crowd. “Said you'd punch him if he came over–” Well, he's not wrong. “–and he said he needed your help, Farleigh–”

Your face crumples at the mention of your ex-boyfriend and you're already shaking your head, “No, Oliver–”

“Oh, love, come on–”

“I already told him I wanted nothing to do with him or his family-!” You quiet yourself when you notice the looks you're starting to get when you notice the group of kids near you quiet down as if to listen in. “Just no, Oliver. I can't leave Anna alone for too long–”

Oliver instantly begins to look around, “Annabel is here?”

You frown, “Yeah. Why?”

Oliver makes a face, “I have to chat with her too,” You start to sneer and he throws his hands up, his face paling. “Not for Felix, I swear. I just– we need to talk, how about we switch off– I stay with Anna and you go find the guys–”

“No. She's fucking drunk I'm not leaving her with you–”

“Oliver!”

Annabel appears from down the hall behind you, smiling as if she didn't spend the past few minutes puking up her stomach. She slides up next to you, bleary eyes peering at the both of you, “What are you doing here, Ollie?”

Your eyes narrow on him. The girl beside you is looking to make some mistakes tonight— trying to make someone jealous and while she didn't like girls, she loved boys and Oliver happened to be pretty and a close friend of Felix. You roll your lips together, eyes flickering to her when she prowls closer to him, and Oliver's hands clench and unclench at his side. She'd be picking the wrong friend to do this with, Oliver obviously had a thing going for Felix and Felix wanted something from Oliver, Farleigh had told you as much. Felix was still experimenting with his sexuality and didn't want to be kept in the straight category when he liked boys too, he had liked Eddie before he slept with Venetia and gave him head allegedly so bad, that he was gone from Saltburn by sunrise.

But that's neither here nor there, not when Oliver smiles at Annabel and you can see traces of Felix in it. It looks too practiced and painted and when he speaks to be heard over the music, it's like his accent changed to match the tallest Catton. “I just wanted to talk to you. Alone, if you don't mind–”

“Annabel–”

The girl cuts you off with a big, lipstick-smudged smile. “Of course, we can talk. I think I was just about to go back to campus, walk with me?” Then she looks back to you as if to say; ‘Relax, it's only Oliver.’

A little annoyed she's ditching you so quickly for a chance at fucking Oliver, you snap your mouth shut. It's only Oliver and that's what worries you, maybe you're being paranoid or maybe, Farleigh stuffed your head full of nonsensical claims but there's something weird about Oliver, like he's pretending to be something he's not. “Fine– just, just call me when you get back okay? If you don't I'm calling S.W.A.T on the place.”

Annabel smiles and presses a kiss on your cheek, “Thank you for being my very American guard dog tonight.” Then, to Oliver, “Let’s go, yeah?”

Oliver clasps hands with her, letting her pull him from the club but not before he turns to you and looks past the moving dance floor, “They’re all the way in the back, got a private room. You should go.”

You scowl at him, “Fuck off, Ollie.”

He smiles at you and it's like he knows you're gonna cave and go before you even decide to do so. And once you lose sight of Oliver and Annabel, you count to ten before you turn and push your way through the crowd trying to get to the private section behind them. Once you breach the crowd again, the security guards posted outside the private section only glance at you and then away, stepping out of your path as you pass them. You swallow at the feeling that evokes— that power that came with being seen with a Catton, a cousin or otherwise, was nauseating. You could ask those guards to do whatever you wanted and they would in hopes of a good tip, you could murder someone back here and they'd turn a blind eye because at the end of the day, if you weren't a friend of the Cattons’, you were against them and no one who stood against them survived very long.

You stop outside the door and you realize it's quieter back here. You can still hear the music from the club, yes, but if you pressed your ear against the door, you could hear crying. You could hear Felix talking, shuffling, and then more crying, choked and muffled and you think he's trying to silence himself and you ignore the way your heart aches. You should have ‘died’ a while ago. Should've been cast aside the moment you broke up with Farleigh and cursed Felix out, but they kept you close. Their gold-coated talons had dug too deep, you saw too much blood and bone, you saw too much of the real them and knew, in a way they'd never let you go. No matter what you did or said.

You take a breath and open the door.

Felix is crouching in front of Farleigh, his hands cupping his face as the man before him cries so hard, he heaves. He's cooing, using his thumbs to rub soothing circles on his cheeks, “It's okay, mate. It's okay, you just got to breathe– yeah, that's it, Far, just breathe with me.”

Your hand clenches around the knob and you clear your throat, praying your voice sounds uncaring.“Is he high?”

Both men look up, Felix faster than Farleigh but that doesn't stop the other man from staggering to his feet at the sight of you. “Baby,” He hiccups, he walks to you— stumbling and nearly tripping in the process and you enter the room, closing the door before any passersby can see. Farleigh reaches you and his eyes flutter, tears freely falling from his eyes as he sinks to the floor before you, his arm winding around your waist and his face placed firmly against your stomach. He's still crying, you note but he's mumbling too, “You came. You came back.”

Your hands clench at your sides to hide their shaking, you won't touch him. Even as he unbalances you and presses you flush against the door, you don't touch him as he cries which means, you won't push him away either, so you settle on ignoring him instead, your eyes on Felix who's still crouching. “Felix, is he high?”

The man sighs, running a hand through his hair before he stands, rolling his shoulders. You can't decide if he looks pissed that you actually showed or happy to see you after weeks of no communication. He looks like he's forcing himself to frown, “You’d want that, wouldn't you? Give you another reason to run away from him.”

You flinch as if he hit you and Farleigh holds you tighter, pulling you closer to him, “You don't get to say that, Felix. You don't even know what fucking happened.”

“Exactly!” He bursts. Its loud enough he throws a glance at the door, he takes a breath and you hear him struggle to keep his voice level. “I don't know what fucking happened between the two of you and he won't tell me. You won't tell me. Then, I try to call you– try to make it right and you– you fucking blocked me?”

“There’s no making this right, Felix. You can't fix everything–”

“Yes, I can!” He insists, his voice raising. “I did so before when you two fought, I did it when your scholarship fell through and you were going to get kicked from Oxford, I fixed it when Farleigh and you went streaking through the bloody campus, I can fix this but you have to tell me what happened– you just– you're family now and we just don't drop each other, we don't block each other and don't answer when the other comes knocking for answers. Just let me fix this because all I know– all I know is Farleigh fucking flushed it, okay? Flushed it all down the loo and hasn't been high in weeks and it's been fucking hell, he's been such a prick about it always snapping and blowing up over the littlest things. I can't even mention you without him trying to bite my head off.

“Please. Just tell me what happened. That's all I ask, that's all I want to know, we used to tell each other everything. We used to be friends.” He pleads.

Annoyed you snap, “He cheated on me.”

Felix draws back, surprised. “What?”

You lick your lips, trying to force the memory from your mind and Farleigh starts to cry again, he tries to curl into you, trying to bury his face and cover his ears. If he's not high, he's drunk out of his mind and you're not sure what's better, he's always been a bit of a baby when drunk, clingy, and emotional. You used to have patience for it, you used to be able to stare at him without wanting to cry, “He cheated on me with Alicia. He and her got super fucking high after I begged him to just stay in my dorm with me instead of going out and I don't know– they fucked, I guess.” You look down at Farleigh and try to force that image out of your head, how he came to you already crying and begging for forgiveness, he said he didn't even know what happened, how he even ended up alone with Alicia but the damage was done. You broke up with him then and there.

Felix makes a face like he sucked on a lemon. “Farleigh wouldn't do that. Not to you, there has to be a misunderstanding– there– Farleigh, mate, tell me it's not true.”

Farleigh doesn't answer and you didn't really expect him to, not with the desperation coating his cousin's voice. For a moment, Felix looks more hurt than you and you understand it— he had been the one to get you both together, two Americans in Oxford why not stick together, he had invited you to Saltburn last year where Farleigh worked up the nerve to kiss you whilst Felix and Venetia cheered from a balcony above. Felix in the course of it all, became your friend because you never asked for his wealth, never asked for gifts or privileges, and the only thing you ever asked for was notes in a class you shared. Notes that he had never taken before then but started taking almost instantly after and the rest was history.

“Fucking Christ, mate.” Felix curses, he's shaking his head at his cousin. He looks at you, then past you frowning, “Where is Oliver?”

“He left with Anna.”

Felix freezes, “What?”

“He took Annabel home, you remember Anna, don't you? Your ex-girlfriend?”

“We weren't dating.” Felix snaps then shakes his head, “Look I gotta go find Oliver–”

“What? No, you have to stay with Farleigh–”

“I don't even want to be in the same room as him right now. Leave him with the security guards, he'll be fine come morning.”

He kisses your cheek, ignoring your protest as he storms from the room, slamming the door behind him. You think he has no right being this angry when he did something worse but Felix sees himself differently from everyone else, and sometimes it took someone copying his actions to see how fucked up he treated someone.

With a sigh, you look down at Farleigh who somehow managed to doze off in all the bickering, slumped heavily against your smaller figure. You hesitate for a second before attempting to push a hand through his hair and get annoyed when it doesn't go through as it usually would— he wasn't taking care of himself but you can't say you were doing so either. You frown, debating.

“Fuck it, Farleigh wake up, we're going back to my room.”

He only groans against you and you know the hangover he gets tomorrow will hurt.

A part of you missed sleeping next to Farleigh.

You always ran cold and he ran hot, he'd tangle himself around you and pull you flush against his body and the warmth that bloomed made you feel like you were a bear waking from hibernation each morning. You'd shake the sleep from your bones while he'd grumble and try to pull you closer to him, trying to coax you back to bed.

A part of you missed it and you'd probably always miss it but you knew where you stood with Farleigh, you couldn't– you wouldn't go back.

He shifts next to you, his head falling off the pillow and resting in the crook of your neck, his lips ghosting over your pulse that steadily picks up the closer he draws. You've been awake for an hour now, passively texting Annabel as she updates you on her almost sleeping with Oliver, how she managed to give him a handjob (— she took several minutes to describe the size, shape, and feel of his dick to you.) before Felix burst in and dragged him out. You turn away from Farleigh, arm tucking under your pillow as you debate telling Annabel that Felix only showed up to drag Oliver out because he wanted to be the first one to fuck Oliver.

But you remember how eagerly she ditched you for Oliver. You remember how the two of you were just friends, barely acquaintances if you took away all the conversations about Felix or Farleigh so instead, you huff, turning off your phone and chucking it away from you. Farleigh follows your movement, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against him, his leg slotting between your legs and you freeze.

“Farleigh?”

The man hums, pushing his leg higher in an attempt to pull you closer and a startled breath leaves you. That shouldn't feel good, you won't let it show that it does. You shift, subtly trying to lift your weight from him, “If you can hear me, you should leave. Classes start soon and–” His leg presses higher, directly against your clothed cunt and you jerk, fingernails digging into the arm around your waists. “Farleigh–”

“I missed you.” He whispers against the skin of your neck and you shiver but trying to twist away only makes you grind against his leg or back against him if the breathy groan he lets out is anything to go by. “Can we– can we talk?”

“This isn't talking, this is–” He begins to kiss your neck, tongue swiping across your pulse before he nips at your skin and you nearly choke on your words. “You can't fuck this better, Farleigh. You– I don't even know if you're clean anymore.”

He stills against you and it allows you to pull yourself from his arms, to twist and sit up over him as your heart pounds. You should get out of bed, you think when he stares up at you with wide brown eyes, You should kick him out. You do neither, at least, not yet. Not when he's this close and staring at you like that. “I am,” He finally says and his voice breaks, he blinks quickly, shifting. “I got tested. Twice. I can show you–”

“No.” You say quickly, “No, it's fine. It's not like it matters anymore.”

Farleigh frowns up at you. “It does matter, baby. I shouldn't have– I shouldn't have fucked Alicia, okay? And I know you don't want to hear it but I was high.”

You instantly look away, hands clenching and unclenching. He wants to talk, fine, you could talk. “So that makes it okay?” You ask, “What if I got high and fucked Oliver, huh? Would you be okay with that?”

Farleigh scowls. “It’s not the same thing and you know it. Oliver is a fucking freak and I've told you that–”

“And I told you to stay.” You snap, “Stay in my dorm with me, spend time with me, fuck me. But you went out and fucked Alicia– so excuse me if I don't give a fuck about what you said about Oliver.”

The both of you sit in silence for a minute and you are the first to break it with a sigh, “Just leave, Farleigh. This isn't good for–”

“Do you want to get even with me?” He asks, sitting up. His eyes search your face, looking for…something. “Do you want to fuck Oliver?”

You gape at him, “Are you fuckin’ insane? No!”

“Felix, then. Do you want to fuck him?” He asks, his voice shaking. “‘Cause I'd let you. I'd let you fuck whoever you wanted if it meant you'd come back to me once you were finished.”

You try to get out of bed but he stops you, grabbing your hand and pulling you back in. A gasp rips out of you as you tug your arm away from him, anger pooling in your gut, “Do you hear how fucking pathetic you sound?!” He reaches for you again and you smack his hand away, “Don't fucking touch me!”

“Baby–”

“No!” You shout and when you stand, this time he doesn't stop you, only rushing to follow. “You can't do this shit, Farleigh. I didn't do this to us– I didn't fucking cheat on you!”

“I know–” He tries but you can't hear him, your heart is beating too fast, and your head is pounding. You're sure you're sweating in your effort to keep steady on your feet, to meet his eyes.

“You need to leave, Farleigh. We're done.”

“We’re not.” He insists, stepping closer to you. “Baby, I love you–”

You slap him before you can even stop yourself and you regret it as soon as you do. His head snaps to the side and his jaw flexes as he processes what you've done. He shakes his head, his hand coming to ghost across the reddening skin of his cheek before it drops, his eyes blown wide as he stares at you and you stare back, your hand falling to your side.

You have two seconds to brace yourself. To lock your knees and not bend against his body crashing against yours, his lips on yours as he backs you against the door. He kisses you like he misses you— like he's sorry for everything, for hurting you, for existing. His teeth bite into your bottom lip and when you feel the skin break, you turn your head with a sigh, allowing the man to kiss down your neck. “I’m so fucking sorry,” He mumbles against your skin, “So, so, sorry–”

He sucks a hickey into your skin and your hands clench at the fabric of his shirt, “Farleigh?” He hums, “That’s not how you're supposed to apologize.”

He drops to his knees before you without so much as a blink. He's nosing against your pajama shorts, his hands sliding up your thighs to pull at your waistband. “Take it off.” He orders, tugging at the material and the tone of his voice makes you frown and when he sees this, his tongue swipes across lips as he looks up to you. “Take it off, please.”

And you do so easily, giggling when Farleigh kisses your hands as you do. You push Farleigh back to kick off your shorts and the man leans forward between your legs, placing an open mouth kiss on your pussy– his tongue finding home almost immediately to flick against your clothed clit. “Oh– fuck, wait, wait–” You bend, trying to push him away once more but he shakes your hand off and pushes his face closer, mouth suctioning over your cunt. You thread your fingers through what hair you can, a choked moan leaving you before y anking him away from you, ignoring his choked groan. “Farleigh, what the fuck–?”

“I missed you,” He says, his lips parting as he pants, trying to shift closer to you. “Missed your pretty pussy too.”

Your fingers curl against his scalp, nails ghosting flesh and he moans. It's a filthy sound that makes something hot and warm pool in your gut— makes a breath punch out of your lungs. You missed him but you realize it's deeper than that, that this feeling— this want is something primal and it mixes with the anger that still lingers within you, it mixes and it makes you want to hurt him as much as you want to fuck him. “You’re so fuckin’ greedy,” You mumble, your whole body warm. “You’d eat me whole if I'd let you.”

One hand still in his hair, you use it to pull him further away from your pussy and he goes easily, watching wide-eyed as you use your other hand to pull your panties to the side. You can't bring yourself to be embarrassed about how wet you are, Farleigh has seen you naked dozens of times and you're sure half the wetness is his saliva that leaked through the thin fabric but this time it's different. He stares at you and your pussy like it made the stars, the sun, and the moon and he waits— panting, sweating, his dick straining against his jeans, looking up at you with big brown eyes. It's a good look on him, you decide, this obedience. You move your hand, fingers parting your soaked folds, “Apologize.”

And god, he does so eagerly. He jerks forward, his hands finding purchase with the meat of your thighs as he drags you forward, closer to his mouth. His tongue licks, circling your clit. You bow away from his mouth out of instinct, moans tumbling from your lips and he follows, riding the waves your hips roll to— you back away from the pleasure and he drags you forward, making you ride his tongue with each twitch. “Oh my god,” You whisper, whimpering as you roll your hips. You feel Farleigh smile against you before he slips, his nose replacing his tongue against your clit as he uses both tongue and fingers to fuck you open. “Oh my– O-oh fuck–” You clench around him, your muscles tightening and he parts them as if you're made out of wet tissue, slurping and drinking up the mess you leak onto his hand.

Your body curls away from him and he twists with you, hooking a leg over his shoulder and pressing you flush against the door, his tongue shoved up your pussy and nose against your clit and shakes his head and you nearly scream. You're so wet you can hear yourself, hear flesh sliding against flesh, hear his near-silent moans. His fingers curl into you, snagging against something that makes your legs weak and makes you babble out his name and he finds it again with a little prodding and bullies it with his fingers, rubbing and twisting till you're gasping, grinding down, and chasing the pleasure instead of running from it, “Oh sh-sh-it!” You cry, trying to pull him closer as you hump against his face, “You’re gonna m– I'm gonna–” Your lashes flutter as Farleigh shifts to kneel, hiking you further up the door and forcing you to grind down harder against his tongue and nose.

With a sharp cry, you cum. Your chord snapping as the warmth inside of you boils over. Farleigh makes you ride it out, keeping you closing and still working his tongue through your folds as you come down, he hums— drinking what you give him as your legs shall, and disbelieving giggles leave you. He's slow to stand, kissing his way up your shaky body, slowly coaxing the rest of your clothes off before he meets your lips and you taste yourself on his tongue. “You forgive me?” He asks, once he pulls away and he's still somewhat crouching to be able to look in your eyes, a smug smile pulling at his lips.

You force yourself to frown, to look annoyed despite your shaking legs and racing heart. “Did you make her cum, too?”

Farleigh has the audacity to groan. He hooks his arms around your waist and stands to his full height, lifting you easily and it sends a thrill down your spine. He wraps your legs around his waist as he carries you back to your bed, his teeth ghosting against your collarbone. “Does it fucking matter?”

“Yeah.” You say with a pout as he drops you on your mattress. You watch as he begins to strip, his shirt goes first, then his belt, and he slowly unbuttons his jeans clearly deep in thought so he doesn't notice your impatient looks. You watch eagerly as they drop and his hand slips into his boxers, clearly fisting himself. “Farleigh, did you make her cum?”

“I don't fucking know.” He admits with a frown, “I don't think so. Doesn't matter either. She didn't make me cum,” He lets out a little near-silent moan and you watch the fabric move over his fist, “Haven’t cummed since you left, not even when I touched myself. Closest I got was when I was thinking of you but it's not– fuck, it's not the same, baby. Missed you so bad I nearly fucked a hole into my mattress thinking of you.”

You bite your lip at his words. You bite it harder when he finally pulls down his boxers and his dick springs free and it is weeping, red at its tip and leaking. He rolls his thumb over the head of it before jerking his hand away when his hips try to buck against the feeling. “You’re sick.”

He fucking moans. “Say it again when my dick is in you.” He asks and despite the teasing smile on his face, you have a feeling he's deadly serious. He drops down to the bed, his lips once again connecting with yours. Farleigh rolls his hips against yours, his dick sliding against your pussy and the friction is not enough— you're too wet for it to be grinding at this point and you mumble this against his lips. Farleigh snickers, “There’s no such thing as being too wet.”

You roll your eyes. “Let me on top.”

Farleigh considers you with an odd look in his eyes before he bites his lip and grabs your waist. Your world spins as he settles back against your pillows, pulling you on top of him and he sighs, as his dick catches your entrance in all the movement. “Mm, sit on it, baby.”

You scowl, “Shut up.”

He doesn't, he smiles, his hips humping up towards you. “Know you missed my dick too, I know you missed me fucking you–”

You take him in your hand and he's hot, heavy and it throbs in your grip as you stroke him. Farleigh moans, his little rant getting cut off as he humps into your hand. “You gotta be patient.”

“But I missed you.” He gasps when you grip him harder, his voice cracking as you slowly, slowly sink down on him. “Missed you so fucking bad, missed your laugh, your smile, your beautiful fucking tits–” He gasps as you roll your hips against him. “Oh, fuck, go faster.”

You ignore him, rolling your hips at the same slow pace. Your bed creaks when you move too fast and you're suddenly uncomfortable, aware of the sunlight shining through your blinds, the possible students in the room next to you or below you— you try not to cringe about who heard you cum when you were pressed against the door. You roll your hips again, bracing yourself against his chest, grinding firmly against him, a soft moan leaving you. Farleigh only curses, his feet planted firmly on the bed and he bucks up into you, forcing you into the galloping pace that he wants. Your hands scramble, nails scraping across his chest as he momentarily brutal pace— he's panting in your ear, small and desperate, ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck-’s leave his lips like a prayer as he forces your hips down to meet him, the slap of skin nearly sounds like a song and it's nearly enough to make you cum all over again.

You gasp his name in disbelief, one hand rushing to push at his thigh because it's too much. You've just come and you're sensitive and gushy and he's making another mess out of you. Your other hand flies to his neck and you grip hard, pushing yourself up and then down in an attempt to stop his thrust and you're shocked when Farleigh almost completely goes still. He's still panting and his fingers are digging into your hips but he's staring at you with a glazed-over look in his eyes, his parting in a silent moan as your fingers flex against his throat. “I love you.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“‘m not.” He whimpers as you begin to ride him again, bed creaking be damned— he's never not fought you like this. He gasps as you pick up your pace, “I love you so fucking much, wanted to– want to marry you–”

You clench around him and he chokes out a moan. He continues, babbling. “‘nd I'm so fucking sorry baby– fuck– I-I am, I'm so sorry–” Your fingers tighten around his throat and his hips roll to meet your pace, chasing the pleasure. “I love you, fuck– I fucking love you and– and–” His breath catches as you lift your hips and drop back down, he bites his lip, his eyes rolling back. “Please?”

You let out a confused hum and he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing under your hand. “I'm so close, baby. Haven't cummed in weeks– just please, a little faster, a little harder.” When he asks like that, you don't have in you to deny him, you shift and he answers with a moan as you bounce on his dick. One hand still on his neck, and you bring the other one up to rub messy circles against your clit. The both of you are a mess, moaning and chasing pleasure and when he cums it's with a shuddering gasp— he doesn't warn you as he spills inside of you and you continue to ride him fixated on your pleasure. You cum only a few short minutes after him, collapsing against his chest and he wraps his arms around you.

“Come to Saltburn.”

You're too tired to pull away but you tense in his arms, a sigh leaving you, “Far–”

“Please.” He begs, his voice a near whisper. “Only Felix knew we–” He pauses, a choked breath and starts over. “I didn't tell anyone else we broke up and he's bringing Oliver. Don't let me go back outnumbered.”

“I don't know, Farleigh.” You mumble against his chest.

“It’s only for the summer.” He says. “It’s one summer. Then– then if you mean it, if we're done you can leave. I'll never speak to you again.”

You draw a soft pattern against his chest, a shaky breath leaving you. It's one summer, he's right. Nothing could go wrong in only one summer, you have nothing to lose. Still, “Promise?”

He hugs you tighter, almost as if he's afraid you'd disappear at that very moment. “Promise.”

#one of my faves #<3 #💌 favorites!!!#farleigh start x reader

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smut fic w kai (archie m) from voyagers 🙌🙌 cant find nothing on other writing platforms ☹️

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — kai ☆

pairing: kai x afab!reader

warnings: smut, masterbation, backshots, fingering, cussing

synopsis: your desires for a fellow crew member deepens as you slowly come off the blue.

a/n: i gotchuuu this movie was so ass but he was so fine in ittt, also u didn’t specify what exactly the scenario was so i hope this is okay😭

it’s been almost a week since you stopped taking the blue. kai said it was medication, and since richard was gone, that meant no rules. well, besides from christopher being a pain in the ass ever since he was voted to be richard’s replacement. you didn’t know if you were having withdrawls from not taking your medication or not, but you’ve been having strange thoughts about a certain someone on the ship — kai. you’ve always been close to him, only as friends of course. he helped you around a lot with your projects, he was kind to you. but now, you can’t look at him in the eye without thinking about the unspeakable thoughts you have about him.

you didn’t have these vulgar thoughts about anyone else but kai. sure, every once in a while there would be something about the other boys on the ship, but nothing as extreme as the dreams you have about kai. you would twitch nervously around him when he would talk to you let alone being in the same room as you.

you scratch the back of your neck, staring dully at the metal boards in front of you. you had to build something for a part of the hardware for the ship, but you didn’t know where to start. you look around, watching as the other pairs around you worked efficiently. you furrow your brows, tapping the edge of the screws with your screwdriver. “hey,” kai says while placing his hands on your shoulders. “fuck!” you yelp, turning around to him. “you scared me,” you breathe out. he raises his hands up in defense, “sorry, you need help with that?” he replies. you look down at your work space, a mess in front of you. you nod sheepishly, embarrassed.

he gives you a friendly smile, sliding his hand into yours to grab the screwdriver. you shiver as his fingers graze over yours. you watch as he starts working, his curls falling over his eyes. his sleeves were rolled up and you couldn’t help but look down at his large hands — slight veins running up his arms. he senses your eyes on him, he looks over at you with parted lips. “do you wanna do it?” he asks while offering the screwdriver back at you. you shake your head hesitantly, “i don’t know how, i wasn’t really listening when richard was explaining.” you admit shyly. kai laughs, straightening his back. “i’ll help you out, i’ll tell you where to put stuff.” he waits for an answer as you rub your arm nervously. you nod, switching spots with him.

you grab the screwdriver, listening to kai’s instructions. unfortunately, you were horrible at listening to his directions too. you were too distracted by his voice. “have you been feeling strange?” kai asks abruptly. you snap your head up to him, feeling slightly aroused at his height compared to you. your eyes dart around the room anxiously. “like how?” he shrugs, staring down at his hands. “i don’t know, like desires… about things.” the way he says it makes you think he’s been having those thoughts too. you feel uneasy, almost a little called out. “yes,” you admit. “have you?” you inquire. he gives you a skeptical look, but nods in return. you hum, trying to focus on your work.

“c’mon guys, you’re not even halfway done.” christopher interferes. he looks disappointed at the two of you. “sorry,” you utter in shame. kai doesn’t look embarrassed though, he looks more annoyed than anything. you glance around, realizing everyone was either gone, or finishing up their part. “can’t we just finish this tomorrow. we’re both tired.” kai says. christopher looks at the two of you, waving you off. he walks away, leaving the room. you sigh, your screwdriver clattering onto the white table. “we’ll have more time tomorrow, it’s fine.” kai says while patting your shoulder, the warmth of his hand on your skin making you sweat. you bite your lip to keep your thoughts to yourself.

you feel his hand fall farther down your back, almost touching your hips. you look over at him, his eyes staring down at you. “i think i’m gonna go get some rest.” you say while moving back. he draws his hand back quickly before placing them to his side. he gives you an awkward smile, nodding. “yea, me too.” he mutters. you say goodnight to him, rushing down the dimly lit halls back to your room. you close the door behind you, trying to comprehend what had happened. was he having thoughts about you too? you waved it off, laying flat in your bed. you look up at the dark ceiling, the vulgar thoughts about kai slowly slipping into your mind. you groan, closing your eyes trying to drift off to sleep, but it doesn’t work.

you feel guilty as your hand travels down your stomach to the waistband of your pants. you slowly touch yourself, feeling the wetness of your cunt. you think of kai touching you, grinding against your naked figure. you moan quietly — imagining his large hands exploring every part of your body. before you could reach your sweet release, you hear a knock. you sit up abruptly trying to fix yourself up. staring at the door, you breathe out and carefully walk over to the door. you stand there for a second before opening it. you hide behind the door, peaking your head out. kai’s standing in front of you, his hands behind his back. he’s looking at his feet before turning his head to face you. he stares down at you, a slight smirk on his face. you look up at him, worried he might’ve heard your soft whimpers through the door.

“you forgot this,” he says while revealing a notebook behind his back. you grab it, thanking him. it had all your notes on research you had done earlier that day. you both stand there, an awkward silence blooming. “so,” he starts, “can’t sleep?” he asks. you nod, avoiding eye contact with him shamefully. you feel his fingers on your jaw as he moves your face to look into his eyes. “you can’t look at me now?” he whispers under his breath. you gulp, parting your lips to say something — but he quickly shushes you by smashing his lips onto yours. his hands quickly falls to your waist, shutting the door loudly with his back. you drop your notebook on the ground, looping your arms around his neck, feeling his tongue exploring your mouth. you whimper as his rough kisses trail down to your neck.

you whimper as he staggers closer to your body, pulling off his fitted long sleeve and pants. his hands wander up your shirt, unclipping your bra. you take off your shirt, stripping down to your panties. kai grabs your arm, softly pulling you towards the bed. he sits down on the edge of the small mattress, looking down at the floor signaling you to kneel. you do as you are instructed, immediately falling to your knees in between his legs. your nails dig into your thighs as you watch him edge the band of his boxers. he’s messing with you and you know it. he gives you a smirk before finally pulling them down revealing his thick cock, already dripping in precum.

you look up at him, eyes wide. he leans back on his hands, tilting his head at you. you take his dick into your hand, slowly pumping up and down. you glance up at him, his mouth slightly opened. he rolls his head back, breathing loudly as you slowly swirl your tongue around the throbbing tip. “you’re so beautiful like that,” he mutters with lust. you hum, your face warm from his praises. you start bobbing your head up and down on his dick, eyes getting teary. you knit your brows together realizing how wet you were getting. you suck him up, your pretty lips parted around his girth. kai cups your cheek with his hand, his thumb rubbing your jawline softly. he groans as your tongue continues flicking over his tip. “that’s it baby, that’s it.” he chants as you lock eyes with him. you pick up your pace, placing your unoccupied hand on his thigh for balance.

“fuck, i need you so bad.” he mumbles as you gag on his dick. you shove your head down his cock, taking in his full length down your throat. he loved the way you looked with tears running down your pretty face, those swollen lips around his dick, and your puppy dog eyes looking up at him. he watched his dick poke through your throat. you come back up to his tip, whimpering when he grabs your head, softly forcing you back down on his cock which causes you to whine. you close your eyes, shuddering as the cold air brushes past your breasts. “kai,” you manage to mutter through your cries, “mhm,” he replies as his hand cups your face again. you line wet kisses on the sides of his length, gliding your tongue over the tip.

that sends him over the edge. you hear him choke back a moan, coating the insides of your mouth with his cum. he sighs, looking down at your small figure underneath him. you lick up his semen, a lewd expression on your face. you pull away from his cock, a string of saliva breaking connections your tongue to his tip. before you could say anything — he grabs you by the waist, throwing you onto the bed but making sure to not hurt you. you yelp in surprise, quickly supporting yourself on your hands, looking back to see kai kissing your back. your breath hitches as his kisses slowly make its way to your ass. his hand creeps up into your underwear, his long fingers dipping inside of your drenched cunt. “you’re soaked,” he says, almost in a shocked tone.

“i’ve been thinking about you for so long,” you whimper out as he stretches out your pussy with his fingers. your vision starts getting blurry as he curls his fingers against the walls of your wet cunt. your back slightly arches when he pulls his fingers out. he slides off your panties, lining his tip up to the entrance. you turn your head forward, bracing yourself for the rough impact. you almost scream as his dick splits you open, feeling yourself tightening around his length. you cry out, muffling your moans by hiding your face in the sheets. he starts thrusting into you roughly, his hands on your waist. you squirm, curling your toes as he pounds into the walls of your pussy ruthlessly. “let me hear you, baby. c’mon i wanna hear your pretty little voice.” his voice low, laced with desire.

you grip onto the white sheets, tears drenching the thin covers under you. you moan out quietly, afraid that the other crew members would hear you getting your guts rearranged. the small room is filled with the sound of labored breathing, lewd moans, and skin slapping against each other. you melted into his touch, bouncing your ass against his cock to help him. you hear him whisper an “oh, yea.” behind you. he leans down to your back, his chest against you. he hugs you from behind, his hands massaging your plump breasts. “kai, please.” you beg when you realize he’s slowing down. “please what?” he teases in your ear. “let me cum, please.” he laughs, his breath tickling your neck. “be louder for me and i’ll let you.”

you groan at his response, but quickly arch your back against his chest when you feel him rubbing circles on your clit. you felt so dirty. he knows how much you wanted him now, how much you longed for this moment with him. you pant, your breathing stopping every once in awhile in response to his thick cock and skilled fingers. he fucks you into the mattress, spreading your ass with his hands to get a better view of his length sliding in and out of you. you turn your head back at him, staring at him with half lidded eyes. he laughs, keeping direct eye contact with you as he makes you chase your climax.

you can tell he’s about to cum again too. his thrusts start to get sloppier, inconsistent. you feel like a knots being tied in your core, being pulled on until it snaps. you gasp loudly, finally cumming together. your moans and his curses mix together. the wave from his cum painting your pussy makes you whimper. you swear you saw stars after you came. “fuck,” you mutter. your body feels limp as kai lays his chest on your back again, sighing into your skin. you can still feel his dick twitching inside of you. he peppers kisses against you before carefully pulling out. you shudder at the lost of contact. he plops down in the small bed, pulling you into his side. he places his head into the crook of your neck. “we should do this more,” he whispers slyly. you nod in response, his arms tightening around you as he kisses you one last time before drifting off to sleep.

#!!!! need to rewatch this movie #i ♥︎ this #💌 favorites!!!#kai voyagers x reader

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