#felix catton in love

[lostinsaltburn]

Poison Apple - Ch 18

Felix buzzed with energy, happiness threatening to burst the seams of his body until he was just a glowing ball of light. Sometimes it felt like too much, like he wouldn’t be able to get enough oxygen and might simply die on the spot because the sight of his beautiful Omega took his ability to breathe away. The smile that came along with the idea of how absolutely content he would be with dying like that tugged so painful at his cheeks when it couldn’t spread any wider. 

The intense energy of the bond flowed through him and he couldn’t understand what he wanted more. To slice them both open so they could fuck on top of their melding blood and be taken into the afterlife to spend eternity together while their dead lifeless bodies remain intertwined in the ultimate version of becoming one. Or, stripping completely naked and spending the rest of his life rubbing his naked, slippery, bodily fluid covered body all over Oliver’s. His only sustenance until he died would be Oliver’s sweat, slick and cum and he’d savor every second of it. 

*

“You’re the only friend I’ve ever had Felix” and didn't that just shatter his heart into a million pieces. The softest tone he’d ever heard in Oliver’s voice, the minute change and slight crack revealing the vulnerability in the words. 

“I don’t know what you are Olls, I don’t know who you are but I know” Felix’s voice cracked much the same Oliver’s had, his throat tightening around the words as the painfully stinging tears filled his eyes, his heart constricting with the intensity of emotions filling his body as he looked once again over at his Omega, his love, his little Ollie. “But I know you make my blood run warm, like every second of every day I’m experiencing the first ray of sunlight warming me on a cold winter morning. You make me feel like I never have. Like I’m finally whole and the pain I always felt was because I was missing a part of myself, a part that only you could fill.” Felix spoke through the tears freely flowing down his face. The sob he heard in return from Oliver had them both in a fit of laughter, lightening the intensity of the room. 

All the gooey sweet fluff I could muster <3

[overstayedtime]

saltburn details that make my brain explode bc theyre so beautifully done

felix & venetia having matching star tattoos

the vampire scene hinting at venetias death

the catton players display with the stones ontop at the end

venetia telling the doppelganger story and seeing a felix doppelganger in the window (hints at felix’s death)

these r some of the details i really love that emerald put into the film & i feel like they add a lot

[localraccconn]

barry keoghan u lil freak i love u so much

[lesbiradshaw]

he’s like if a boy was a princess

[blondedmuse]

BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE (BEAUTIFUL PROBLEMS)

synopsis. ꩜ how felix comforts you.

author’s note. ∿ i wanted to write something (kind of) short and angsty so here’s this

When Felix woke up his skin was cold, lacking the warmth your body gave him in the night, his arms holding onto the ghost of you. He lifted his body from his bed, his eyes in search of his room for any trace you you. He couldn’t find anything. He checked the room you were assigned when you first arrived at Saltburn and you weren’t there either—not that you used it anyways. So, he walked downstairs to the dining room assuming you were at the table eating breakfast. While everyone ate at approximately at the same time it was in Felix’s nature to be a little fashionably late.

His assumptions were correct as you sat for the meal, looking down at your food. It was when you looked up at him he noticed something innately wrong, unable to ignore how your eyes were tainted red as they flit around the room, unable to hold his gaze. You hadn’t said much other than please and thank you the entire time, ultimately excusing yourself early, the sound of your feet resounding throughout the house as you walked back upstairs.

“Is she okay?” Venetia subtly whispered to Felix and he shook his head with a shrug. “I don’t know,” He responded seriously. Elsbeth gave her son a look of concern, the green light that it was acceptable to excuse himself.

“If I may, I’m going to excuse myself to check on her.” His parents nodded and he followed the same way you went. He eventually traced you back to the bathroom that separated your two rooms, peeking in the door when he heard your figure slosh in the water of the bathtub.

“Can I come in?” He asked quietly and you nodded. Your knees were to your chest as you held a cigarette in your hand. Felix kneeled beside you, replacing the cig with his hand, putting it out on the ash tray beside the bath it seemed you brought with you. His thumb massaged your hand in silence as if it would magically ease whatever was devastating you—it didn’t, but it calmed the both of you to know that it helped.

“Do you want me to join you?” He mouthed, quieter than the previous question as you looked at him again. Still you didn’t say anything, only nodding as he reluctantly released your hand to remove the clothing from his body. You moved from your position momentarily to make room for him in the bath, sitting in his lap once he was submerged with you.

He didn’t push you to talk but there was something so concerning, persuasive about the look in his eyes you almost felt guilty for staying quiet. Felix would never intend to make you feel that way, there was just something about him that made you want to open your heart to him knowing that he’d keep it safe.

The thought alone made your eyes water like they had earlier that morning, the reason why you left him in bed alone. You rested your head on his chest as you cried, Felix’s arms around you, rubbing at your back as you did so. His head rested atop yours, cringing to himself each time he felt it shake from a sob.

“I’m right here, okay?” He mumbled into your hair. His statement made it seem like he was a few doors down or right next to you, but in truth his body was wrapped around yours, protecting you like a shield from anything that threatened to hurt you. He knew he couldn’t, but right now it was the best he could do.

[madelyncilne]

JACOB ELORDI as FELIX CATTON Saltburn (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell

[monstraduplicia]

yeah felix and venetia are NOT beating the siblingfucker allegations

[sexwithstilinskiandhale]

oliver: "i wasn't in love with felix"

also oliver for 2 hours and 7 minutes: feluKSHH ??😳😚🤪😘 u want bike?? 🤗😁😆 ah no smoke, ok maybe 😛🤩😋 pls don't be mad at me???🤧☹️

[lexlovergirl]

Farleigh Start..1

Tw:smut

Farleigh Start! Who the second he’s drunk or high, becomes a whiny baby. Begging for your attention, for you to touch him.

Farleigh Start! Who is also a little baby in the morning. Wrapping his strong arms around your waist to make sure you don’t leave.

Farleigh Start! With whom you have the deepest shit talking sessions ever. He knows every thing that’s going on in Oxford and will share it with you. You guys can spend hours spilling tea over who did what.

Farleigh Start! Who at the beginning of sex will only respond your teasing with quicks “yes” or “no” but once you start to fuck the attitude out of him he will be whimpering mess, begging, whining.

Farleigh Start! Who will try to dom you once in a while. But we all know that at the end of the day he’s a sub.

Farleigh Start! Who get off at you getting off. What get him the most is you riding his thigh. Just the sight of you going back and forth could make him cum undone in his pants.

Farleigh Start! Who definitely has a size kink. Wrapping his big hands around your throat, having to lean a lot just to be eyes to eyes with him, you looking up to him.

Farleigh Start! Who when someone does or say something you’ll talk shit about later, he gives you a little nudge followed by a certain look.

Farleigh Start! Who is the biggest party animal ever. On the dance floor you’re never alone, always with a tall curly headed boy behind you.

Farleigh Start! Who is a jealous man(no shit😨). Always asking “ who are you texting with that smile” like the mom of a teenager. What pisses him off the most is you dancing with someone else then him at a party. How dare you?! That’s literally HIS thing he does with you.

Farleigh Start! Who you begged to match outfits with. Once he accepted he loved it, everyone knowing you’re his. Not that he will ever admit it.

Farleigh Start! Who’s mindset is “ you’re with me or against me” at the beginning you two had a weird hate relationship always giving each other snarky comments. Until you realized how powerful you would be together and how much sexual pleasure he gives you.

Farleigh Start! Who’s always in the mood. If you’re horny so is he. All you have to do is ask, then boom he’s on his knees.

Farleigh Start! Who after you, his apparence matters the most. Always perfect hair, clear skin, he’ll spend hundreds of dollars on products if he has too. He use expensive parfum but the smell of his cigarettes overpower it.

Farleigh Start! Who in general is a shit talking cunt in public but a real clingy baby in private.and a sex god.

[lovings4turn]

☆ smut, thigh riding

thinking about riding felix's thigh . . . you've headed back to his dorm after some party, neither of you really knowing the host yet making the most out of it. you've been dancing with felix all night, and his large hands have moved from your waist, to your chest, to your hips, everywhere but where you really need him. it could be considered torture, honestly. but when you get back to his dorm, felix wastes no time in pressing his lips to yours. he's gentle at first, playing at being the gentleman, but it doesn't take long for his tongue to be prodding the entrance of your mouth, licking into you and tracing every last inch of you. somehow, you find yourself on top of him, straddling his thigh as he sits on his bed. and when he lifts his leg, tensing his thigh, it sends shockwaves to your needy cunt. the gasp you let out gives you away instantly, and felix is smirking, knowing exactly what he's doing to you. gonna get y'self off on my thigh? he asks, pressing kisses to your neck. such a needy little thing, he teases, tensing the muscle once more, grinding against m'thigh like a pretty little slut. he doesn't stop until you've made a mess on his thigh, your hips rutting against his toned legs until you're screaming with pleasure. felix's hands are firm on your hips, guiding you through your orgasm and moving you to overstimulation, kissing you throughout.

[rainsfiction]

“you should be at the club” i should be at oxford studying english literature in 2006 listening to the gossip about felix catton’s new boytoy and how felix seems extra flirty with this one

[massiveharmonytiger]

Oliver's monologue is the stuff epic love poems are made of.

Every "I hated him" being over Oliver's villain persona, only to be interrupted by moments that Oliver loved Felix so much that it hurt.

The way he barely gets it out the first time, but keeps saying it over and over as if it will get easier to say if he just keeps repeating it.

Every "I loved him" being over shots of Felix looking happy and beautiful and radiant.

The "I loved him"s being said over the shots of Felix, mostly in the light, and the "I hated him"s being said over shots of Oliver, mostly in the dark.

Felix being synonymous with love, and Oliver, the one who couldn't measure up, the one who had to keep lying about everything and throw away parts of himself in order to measure up, being synonymous with hate.

"I hated him." No, Ollie. You don't. You know you don't. You know there's not one split second that you hated Felix. And that's terrifying.

"You loved him. You loved him. You loved him. By god, you loved him."

You loved him so much that you hated yourself and everyone around you. For not being what Felix wanted. For being what Felix wanted. For coming between you and Felix. For trying to take you away from Felix. For being the reason that you'll never have Felix.

It's everyone that wasn't Felix that you hated, because all your love was reserved only for him and you didn't have a drop to spare for anyone else. And even the torment of feeling this way was a privilege, because it was for Felix. He was worth it. All the tears. All the degradation. All the times you had to cultivate a false image of yourself to avoid losing him.

You loved him so much that he was your whole world.

You loved him so much that it broke you bit by bit until all you could do to survive was become him and his entire family.

Sir John rolling up his sleeves to do business and protect the family legacy. Elspeth with her shallowness and fake niceties. Venetia with her bitterness and selfishness, wanting to play with others' toys. Farleigh with his drug habit and cruel snark.

You'd absorb them all for every moment that they burdened Felix. For every moment they made him act cruel or shallow. For every moment they made him justify them to other people. For every moment they made him unhappy.

So that only pure Felix would remain. Felix without the weight of everyone's jealousy and expectations.

Because you loved him and nothing can bring him back and this is all you can do.

[elordistar]

three baby girls in one picture!!

[k-wame]

SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE | 💔 Withholding Felix & Oliver for dir. Emerald Fennell · Saltburn (2023)

[andrew3garfield]

SALTBURN (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell

[quick-catton]

just let out a noise of agony because it rly hit me that oliver quick's birthday will also always be the anniversary of his first (and last) love's death and he will never be able to escape that.