lilyisprtty

[lilyisprtty]

SEE I WAS SAYING IN MY HEAD THE WHOLE TIME “if farleigh was my bf i would never own a vibrator what is wrong with me..” IM SO GLAD YOU ADDED THE FACT IT ACTUALLY WASNT READERS🙌🏽🙌🏽 she cooked again guys

-farleigh finding a vibrator that you claim isn't yours

“—plaything”

warnings: smut, porn with little plot, mutual masturbation, no p in v, m!masturbation, f!masturbation, use of vibrator, degradation (yall were getting too much praise), touch deprivation, language, exhibitionism & voyeurism

summary: so basically he made you use a vibrator while he watches

it’s not like it’s something he hasn’t seen before. in fact, seeing something like that doesn’t faze him at all. he has his fair share of times when he would own toys himself. it’s just, the fact that he found it under your bed, in your room, and the fact that it’s almost definitely yours that gets him all pent up.

you ? his sweet girl, his most prized possession, his pretty girl who takes pleasure in sucking his cock, who begs to be fucked into the mattress deep into the night ? he couldn’t believe his fucking eyes.

he was seething with a buckload of emotions seeing the matte, velvety toy, heavy in his hands when he’d fished it from under your bed, just slightly hidden from the open. was he mad ? maybe, he wasn’t sure. but it sure hurt his ego. not even swallowing the lump in his throat repeatedly could calm him down. his jaw was clenched hard enough for it to hurt his teeth.

but when you just wouldn’t admit that it was yours ? oh was he furious.

“oh don’t be shy. show me how you would use it hm ?” so he sat you down, made you strip all your clothes off while he’s still fully clothed, just to feed his ego back. must be sort of humiliating to be the only one naked in the room, all sprawled out on the bed, your entire face heated up from embarrassment filled confusion.

“show me why you think it does a better job than me”

“farleigh i swear it’s not mine” you pleaded, your eyebrows knitted together trying to make him believe that it’s not yours. it couldn’t have been, right ? because he always makes you feel so good.

“shut the fuck up, don’t fucking lie to me” he spewed, watching you from the end of the bed, his tall dark figure brooding over you. you couldn’t figure out what the look he was giving you meant. he was depriving you from his touch, looking like he was too disgusted to have his hands near you, let alone touch your body.

your legs were spread wide apart, courtesy of his commands that you, like muscle memory, obliged like it was your second nature. your dainty fingers wrapped around the vibrator, the head pushed hard against your clit making you shiver.

“put it on the highest” you heard farleigh say, he’s now sat cross legged at the chair across the room, watching how your pussy dripped wetter as the second passed.

“but farleigh—“

“you heard me”

at least you tried, right ? there’s no convincing farleigh once he’s made up his mind.

so you obeyed him, cranking the speed to the highest setting, hearing the buzz getting louder and the vibration zapping your entire senses. you couldn’t help but let out a high pitched moan, your head thrown back as your thighs jumped at the pleasure. both from the vibrator and being watched by farleigh.

“so why ? do i not satisfy you ? that you had to have a fucking toy helping you get off ?” he spat, his eyes trailed all over your body, settling at the head of the toy connected to your clit, buzzing over it, making it quiver.

“you were supposed to be my good girl” he let out sternly, his voice sounding almost disappointed if it wasn’t for the condescending tone.

“well i always knew you were filthy, didn’t know you were—” he paused for a moment.

“—disgusting.”

his words were tugging at your chest, he really made sure you feel humiliated. when your hand accidentally pressed too hard against your sensitive nub, you moaned out, almost screaming.

“what’s next ? i’m gonna walk in on you fucking yourself on a fake cock moaning my name ?”

between the thick sound of the buzz, your pussy all exposed and spread apart, you moaning at the overwhelming pleasure from the vibrator, the view in front of him got him bricked up.

he’s exceptionally hard, guess he didn’t think about this through, about just how fucking hot would it be to watch his girl moaning in pleasure, fucking herself through orgasms, while he does nothing. it was all new to him, but he couldn’t see why he wouldn’t do it again. on a second thought, this might even be his new favourite thing.

slowly unbuttoning his pants, he pulls out his hard cock that was straining against the crotch. he was just stroking lazily up and down his length, until his eyes met yours, which looked so precious, like you were pleading for him, begging for him to come over and fuck you dumb just how you deserve.

looking over at farleigh through the blur from the pleasure, you watched him stroke his cock, his mouth hung agape as he leaned back into the chair. he let out a sigh, his fingers wrapped around his shaft, hard and wet at the tip. you could even see small beads of precum oozing out at the top.

your thighs were now shaking, it has been too long since farleigh insisted that you kept the vibrator pressed against your pussy that it’s getting too much. you were whining and moaning, yet your eyes didn’t look away once from his. somehow, you were also getting turned on knowing that he was getting off to this.

“fuck,,” he let out softly, spitting into his hand which made a loud sound before spreading his saliva all over his cock, then increasing his pace.

“ahh farleigh—“ you could see his chest heaving, his knuckles hitting his balls repeatedly as he jerked himself off.

as you felt your orgasm approaching, your whines were getting so loud that your voice cracked. you continued the vibrator’s assault on your pussy before farleigh stood up, his hand still jerking his cock as he walked over to you.

you watched him lean over at the end of the bed, before getting onto the mattress, kneeling right in front of your exposed pussy. he’s jerking himself off teasingly right above your dripping mess. seeing him so close, you tried bucking up your hips so your clit could touch his cock, desperate for any sort of touch from him.

“don’t— fucking touch me” he hissed, tears started to brim at your waterline.

“‘m sorry farleigh please ‘m sorry” you started to shake, mumbling a bunch of sorrys and his name which you didn’t even know the purpose of.

“should’ve thought of that before getting that stupid thing” he let out through gritted teeth, his cock wet and heavy in his hands, stroking rapidly above your pussy.

you heard him let out a quiet moan, before he reached over to snatch the vibrator from your hand, positioning it in his right hand to press it down harder than you did, his other hand still pumping his cock.

so now he was jerking himself off, while his other hand moved the vibrator up and down your pussy, pressing it hard like he wanted it to be inside you. he was panting hard, mouth agape with his lips glossy like drool has threatened to spill out.

looking down, more precum oozed out of his tip at how he was pushing the head further up your clit, the toy vibrating in one hand and how the other was tugging frantically on his dick. he could feel a shiver running down his spine imagining if the toy was on his cock instead.

the orgasm you felt shook your entire body, small beads of your cum squirted out your pussy and land on his cock, giving him more lubrication. still, he refused to take the toy off you, addicted to how much control he had on your pussy. his eyes widen at the sight of your hole clenching around nothing, making his length twitch.

as he struggled to balance himself, the pleasure weakening his knees, he accidentally leaned over just enough for his swollen tip to graze over the vibrator, making his cock immediately shoot strings of thick cum out of his tip all over your pussy. he let out a loud strained moan, thumb quickly flicking over the power button before tossing the toy off the bed.

your pussy ended up covered in his seed, some getting on your lower belly leaving you speechless at what you just witnessed.

“fuck…” was all he managed to let out, a droplet of sweat trickling down his temple, his chest heaving slower.

he rested his softening cock against your pussy, his shaft resting snug in between your wet folds. feeling his cum drip down the crook of your ass, letting out a heavy sigh. holding himself at the base, he playfully tapped his shaft on your sensitive clit, his thick cum getting everywhere.

both of you were conflicted. this was the most farleigh had cummed in a while. and he suddenly wasn’t mad anymore ?

next day when farleigh was getting ready using your vanity venetia barged in, looking for ‘something’. you were telling the truth after all, and that made farleigh a little guilty.

looks like he had to make it up to you.

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[lilyisprtty]

imagine how much more we could write about farleigh if the movie showed a lot more of him

[lilyisprtty]

please i need him

#us

[lilyisprtty]

post-cigarette clarity is smelling the cigarette u just smoked all over your fingers and mouth and feeling like a little tobacco goblin

[lilyisprtty]

yall quit POSTIJG ABOUT THE NEW MUSIC VIDEO IM WITH MY BOYFRIEND AND I HAVE TO CALM MYSEF DOWN😭😭

YES IM TOAKIGN TO YOU @firemenenthusiast

[lilyisprtty]

lucky bastard….

yeah somebody sedate me

[lilyisprtty]

everytime this hoe posts life is giddy again💔

breeding kink! farleigh start who always lets his girl use him as she pleases. especially when she's feeling extra needy.

in which farleigh start burns with a desire to fulfil your every needs without an ulterior motive

warning: porn without plot cuz this is just straight up fucking 😛*hands up in defeat*. breeding endeavours, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy (no actual pregnancy. well, soon), shameless fucking, worn out reader and farleigh (they been going at it), p in v, praise cuz you know how i be about it, pet names, post-oxford farleigh (he has grown up goals now)

“what a desperate little thing” he tsks, cracked chuckles slicing through the loud sounds of skin slapping and moans, head full of tight curls resting heavy against the headboard, eyes lazily tracking your every movements, but specifically your hips grinding down against him.

“what would people think if they saw you like this ?” he hums, cocking his head to the side to follow your tilted face, clearly amused.

“personally ? i’d think you’re a slut”

oh.

farleigh knows you like being called that by him. the way your walls pulsate and clamp down on his cock is a dead giveaway.

“but you’re just too— needy. aren’t you, pretty girl ?” he coos.

you blush at the pause before finding the accurate word for you, sheepishly giving him a meek nod in response.

“yeah you are,, it’s okay baby no shame in that”

shifting in his position, he beams at you before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. he’s caged in by your entire body, spreading his thighs that are pushed down by your folded legs further apart so he could pull your hips even lower.

pushing your palms down flat against his toned chest, his tanned skin tinted dark golden hue, sticky. from sweat, maybe. or the heat radiating from both your bodies. you’ve got him pinned underneath your frail body, almost shaking from the pleasure, his hard cock deep and snug inside your pulsating pussy. the curve of your ass pressing down against his balls.

you reach over to cup your palm on his right cheek, fingers barely covering his entire face feeling the warmth of his skin beneath you. peeking through the thick buzz clouding at the top of head, you graze your fingertips along his prominent features, taking in every details. his eyebrows lay perfectly above his long lashes, your trailing fingers wiping the thinnest layer of sweat.

just when you thought you couldn’t get any wetter, thicker ring of white forms at the base of his shaft, relying on the blunt tip to keep prodding near your cervix as the rest of you is drenched. with your own wetness, mostly. some of his precum, or maybe even from you making him cum, before getting him hard again so you could continue fucking yourself on his cock.

“think i’ve spoiled you too much—” he spews, forcing a whine past your lips at his words.

“—pretty pussy can’t even stand a day without having a fat cock stuffed deep inside her”.

it’s pathetic how right he is. farleigh’s spoiled you too much with his cock, having stuffed you full every time you’re so much as let out a whine under his ghost touches. reaching up to cradle your jaw in his large hand, his thumb smoothing over your cheek, the other gently moving strands of hair that keeps falling onto your face from the vigorous bouncing and grinding you’re doing.

a breathy chuckle could be heard from him, before letting out a deep sigh. he’s shaking his head that’s about to explode trying to process just how desperate for him he’s got you, how you’re using his body to soothe the ache in your pussy.

it’s unfair, really. how he could just be doing absolutely nothing, leaning on his back lazily watching you with his eyes drooping low and still look so pretty. between the crimson brushing across his heated up cheeks, his blown out pupils half lidded and swollen soft lips that you’d kiss like he was your source of air, he’s got you hazy. light headed from only seeing him like this, his body trembling slightly from all the blood rushing towards his tip, low grunts escaping his lips, holding himself back from bursting.

feeling his cock twitch as it fucks right into your hole, you can’t help but clench your walls down hard on his shaft earning a dragged out moan from him. you’ve been fucking for hours, number of corners in the mansion having to bear the sheer fervour lingering and consuming the both of you.

farleigh’s been letting you fuck yourself on his cock just so you could relieve the ache in between your thighs and the need to have him near, so near that he’s so much as buried deep inside you. otherwise he’d be ramming into you against the mirror, keeping your hands on your back. you keep clawing for him, desperately clinging onto him and pulling him to be closer as if the both of you haven’t already became one, connected by his leaking hard cock thrusting back and forth into your weeping pussy.

“take all you want baby— fuck, take all you need. ‘m not going anywhere” a small whine escapes his lips as you rest your head in the crook of his neck, nipping your teeth on his soft skin, his hips bucking involuntarily to match your rapid bounces down his cock.

“you’re so cute desperate like this. prettiest girl i’ve had” his choked out praises has you so keen, honey sweet words dripping down his lips has been making you even more eager to carry his baby, to get knocked up by his seed that you’re gonna be so round for him, making yourself a mommy, all for him.

can’t blame yourself when he’s just so pretty that you’d want a mini little farleigh that is just as pretty as him

wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your fingers rake across his broad back as you cling onto him, pressing your entire body as his large hands grip on your waist to guide you on his cock. you’re bouncing almost pornographically, with your tits hard and clashing against his face, your hard sensitive nipples grazing his lips repeatedly.

moving his head to the side, his eyes search yours before settling into the most gorgeous pair, framed by the face he spends most of his days dreaming about. trailing down towards your swollen lips, your mouth agape with saliva threatening to spill from fucking yourself stupid.

his hands that were gripping hard on your waists move in between your bodies, reaching down before forcing a gasp past your lips at the feeling of his calloused fingers rubbing on your clit. he’s playing with your drenched folds, spreading the lips apart, pressing down hard against the sensitive nub. and like electric you feel your body jolt up, hips trembling, your whines getting louder as the movements of his fingers teasing your folds release filthy wet sounds.

“oh you like that don’t you ?” farleigh teases, his eyes twinkle seeing your blissed out face, your eyes almost showing nothing behind them as you try chasing your high.

“please—“ you whine out

“okay baby i know” he rasps out, almost like a whisper

as you feel it coming, you can’t help the tremble of your thighs anymore. your legs feel like giving up yet farleigh still has his hands wrapped perfectly around your waist, encouraging you to keep grinding down onto his cock

“it’s okay. shh— you’re okay. we’re gonna get you soo full of my cum that it’s all you’re gonna think about” he quips, almost sounding like he’s mocking you. his lips agape and sharp eyes following the way your pussy splits for his cock, disappearing into your soft walls

“you’re just a little cockdrunk, that’s it“ his hips continue to match your thrusts, the creaking of the bed begins to screech louder from both forces.

“fuck— otherwise you wont be begging for my cock every chances you get” leaning in, he lays the most delicate kiss against your lips, pressing down, asking for yours in return. you can feel yourself melt into him, every senses throughout your whole body becoming heightened, every parts of your body becoming aware of every single one of his lingering touches.

“please,, oh— please please, farleigh” the only words you’re able to let out are babbles of his name, it being the only thing you can say without having to think.

he’s got his large hand gripping at your waist, desperately trying to soothe the overwhelming pleasure of having a warm pussy engulfing his hard cock, his other hand cradling your face ever so carefully as if to not break you like you’re a fragile porcelain doll. his lips on yours, tongue swiping across them to try to get a taste of you.

as your body moves against his, hot sweaty skin sticking onto each other, his ears are being served with your moans, your whimpers that are almost too filthy for him

“what’s the matter angel ? pussy’s stretched out so good yet it’s still not enough for you ?—“

“—poor baby”

your tear stained cheeks make out new ones spilling and trickling down, as you continue to sob feeling the size of his length stretching you oh so sweet at your entrance. at this point his cock’s probably memorised every ridges of your warm walls, the feeling of your pussy wrapped tight threatens him to fuck his entire load inside right the second.

as you let out an exasperated whine, he could feel your pussy clenching hard, releasing in waves. it’s the 4th time farleigh’s made you cum tonight

“mhm, go on baby, cum on my cock. cum all over me”

you’ve got two of his loads safely stuffed right into your pussy, and you’re still trying to get another one for, you know, good measure. making sure he’s absolutely fucked a baby into you every time you fuck won’t hurt anybody.

besides, the both of you are indeed trying. ever since farleigh’s mentioned that he’s actually okay with the idea, which then developed into his whole newfound obsession of knocking you up, the idea of cumming inside you purposely to plant his seed has him excited.

“you wanna be a momma ? is that it baby ?” farleigh coos, planting soft kisses all over your face

“mhm-mm” the haze in your head’s too fucking thick to form a coherent thought. every single responses you try to give farleigh comes out pathetic whines and babbles.

“fucked yourself stupid you can’t even speak”

“you wanna be a momma i’ll fucking make you one” was the last of his words before he’s flipping you over, your back’s now pressed onto the mattress, a loud creak accompanying his manhandling.

“farleigh—!” he was right, by the end of this the only thing you’d be able to make out is his name

“it’s okay sweetheart you did good” he hums through a sinister smile

“—not good enough though” taking matters into his own hands, he’s flipped your bodies so now he’s on top without pulling his cock out. pushing your legs up by the back of your thighs, you feel even more exposed and spread out than ever. but it’s fine. it’s farleigh. you’re willing to give everything to him

holding onto your calves that are folded in front of you, you can feel your pussy stretching just for farleigh to slam his hips against your thighs, fucking his cock as deep as he could that you could swear you felt his tip in your belly. he’s so hard, his shaft curving upwards making you feel so good as it drags along the sensitive walls inside you. he fits perfectly, so snug and tight that it’s almost hard to move if it wasn’t because of your wetness drenched all over the place.

farleigh’s put his body weight against your body, pulling his hips back just to slam into you again and again that you’re sure the back of your thighs are red. he leans down, pushing his entire face in between your swollen tits, lips apart to mouth at your mounds before sucking on your nipple.

pulling away, his hands roam all across your body, fingers tweaking your nipple before his huge palms cup at your soft flesh. he’s squeezing at them, kneading and feeling them while his mouth rambles on and on about how beautiful they are. how gorgeous, how he’s so fucking obsessed with your tits. now it’s his turn to fuck you like he needs it even more so than you did just now. his thrusts are harsh, rapid and filled with lust, yet you can still feel the love he’s pouring into you.

“fuck, fuck—, fuck” strings of curses continue to spew out of his mouth as the thrusts of his hips begin to falter

“gonna fucking cum baby— im gonna cum” his voice cracks, moans staggering as he feels that his heavy cum filled balls are gonna burst any second now.

seeing him struggle to chase his high you clench down hard on his cock, feeling the bulbous tip at the deepest part of your pussy

“ffuuucckk—! oh fuck. fuck—“

reaching your hands out to roam across his stomach, feeling every crooks and tracing the ridges with your fingers. farleigh can’t help the curl tugging at the corner his lips looking your own fucked out state. messy hair with strands sticking onto your face, skin and neck hardly bruised from all his kisses and tits laying pretty and swollen that could make him hard all over again.

you can feel his third load that he’s spilled inside, this time not as much as before. farleigh reaches down to grab at his cock, pulling it out before pushing the tip back inside to neatly stuff his cum into you. you’re sensitive, yet the rub of his tip against your pussy still feels so good.

he’s breathing heavy, the soft smile turning into a smirk thinking of all the fucking you’ve down in the past hours shamelessly like some rabbits in heat. both your eyelids droops heavy, as you return his smile and a soft giggle that pulls at his heart strings

shifting his legs to move you into his lap, he lets out a sigh. sneaking his hands onto your stomach, wrapping his arms around your torso. as you lean back into him, you feel his fingers tapping against your lower stomach, where he was poking from inside a few moments ago.

“that’ll do it”

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[lilyisprtty]

ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟ ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ

synopsis: you are one of the best female racers ever, and the best racer on the nissan team, everything was regular until you got a call from your former racing coach to be an assistant chief engineer for a gran turismo program.

warnings: unprotected p in v (beg you wrap it before you fap it), soft dom! jann, spanking, accidental creampie, hand on neck action, teasing, implied freaky stuff, semi-quick burn.. ., use of [y/f/n] (your first name) and [y/l/n] (your last name).

pinterest board for visualisation

song with the fic vibe

a/n: ugh wow

you had just come off the track after a vigorous training session for upcoming races, you took off your helmet and balaclava revealing a sweaty face.

"ah, you, jack called you like an hour ago." your team leader notified you as he passed your phone over.

you called jack back and put the phone up to your ear as you walked circles around the garage that held your car.

"too busy for me now bigshot?" jack jokes.

"well yes, but what do you need? you haven't called since like, last year. you know when you signed to be a mechanic for some dick?" you quip, hand on your hip as you continue your laps.

"not funny. but yeah i need well, you. to be assistant chief engineer for me. nissan signed a program that has a goal of getting people who play a racing simulator to race actual race cars." he explains.

you choke out a laugh, expecting that to be some odd joke he expects you to follow.

"i'm not kidding." he follows up, hearing your reaction.

"jesus, i mean, you know i'll do it, but that's sort of fucked, no?" you ask out of pure concern.

"tell me about it."

so you are now here! standing amongst 10 people around your age who want to learn how to drive race cars with the minimal experience of doing it virtually. you stand tall and proud next to jack as he makes his demeaning speech. he approaches a particular towering fellow, whom jack has to make a comment to. he can't seem to keep his eyes off you, looking drastically you to and then away and biting his lip in a nervous manner. tilting your head in reaction, wondering what's his issue.

after jack walks off and the group of young women and men disperse a bit, talking about this god given opportunity, you approach the guy who you seem to have a melting effect on.

"hey, you alright?" you hum, hands behind your back and leaning towards him.

he does a double take as he takes in the fact you're speaking to him, a hesitant finger points at his chest, mumbling a little "me?".

"i'm- i'm fine. holy shit you're [y/f/n] [y/l/n]." he mutters, his eyes wide as he looks down at you, hands faltering around his face.

you giggle as you recognise that he's not experiencing a medical issue or you looked odd, but he was fangirling. "ah i see, big fan are you? get it, cause you're like, huge." you pun, shoving his arm gently in a friendly intention. he lets out a nervous, awkward laugh as he holds onto the spot you just touched.

"yes- yes, yes, yes i am, you have one of the fastest lap times in the world and, and your car is just legendary, and even after that crash you had- that speech for the victims- it's just wow-" he rambles on about you and you can't help but admire his features. hm. pretty. pretty indeed.

"i need you to breathe! god that was probably faster than my lap record. listen, i'll look out for you okay? you're sweet." you respond, giving him a soft smile, walking away to see where you'll be staying for the many nights you'll be here.

"you're- you're so much sweeter." he mumbles breathlessly as he watches you walk.

it wasn't long before you were seeing many people get dropped from the project, you were the one to give them meaningful goodbyes while jack shooed them away. you'd drive in your race car (yes its a girly pink.), following the drivers from a distance, guiding certain drivers while jack guided a certain others. the day of jann's rather problematic crash, he was obviously being guided by jack.

you take a stand in the lessons that jack teaches, when it came to him lecturing jann you couldn't help but like when jann stood up for himself. some confidence and sureness you need to do that. overall you were finding yourself wanting to be around him more. comforting him after the unfortunate crash, giving him tips on the areas he struggled on, and telling him fun race stories you experienced.

the overwhelming feeling to talk to jack about his overwhelming lecture on jack this lesson took over.

"listen, i'm going to drive the car that was used in the crash, and if those brakes are glazed you owe him an apology." you state. arms crossed and leaned against the many desks.

"i don't get why you are getting so defensive over this guy! you seriously want me to apologise? [y/n] it's too expected for these guys to make mistakes-" jack argues, standing in front of you, gesturing with his arms enthusiastically.

"if those brakes turn out to be glazed, yes you're going to apologise. if not, you can reprimand him all you want. you need to be sure about these type of things before scolding them, you out of all people should know that being told something you know is dreadful." you counter, giving him a knowing look which he sighs to in response, utter agreements under his breath.

you walk into the gym with a big grin painted onto your face, your helmet in one hand as your figure sits snug into your race suit. you go to greet jann who's working on the treadmill, making him take out an airpod. he returns your smile.

"those brakes could not be more glazed, jann." you assure, watching his face brighten.

"which means.. you'll be by my side for a bit longer now." you hum teasingly, holding his eye contact for a few minutes longer before giving him a nod and beginning your way out the gym, jann's mouth lays agape, his treadmill reaches a stop. you hear his loud cries of triumph from behind you, bringing you into a subtle pit of laughter.

not too long after you're sat in janns bed in the shared dorms, you've been resting with him since the first week he was here due to you guys staying up and talking so much, why not bring it into the bedroom? you're tucked in under the duvet, the other 3 are sleeping peacefully, you fiddle with your hands as jann leaves the bathroom, his coils wrapped in satin and baggy shorts sitting at his waist. jann wraps himself in the duvet beside you, an arm institutively wrapping around you. you cup his face in your hands, his pupils dilating in response to the physical affection.

"i see so much potential in you jann. it's unfathomable." you purr, slowly leaning your forehead onto his.

"you're perfect." he whispers, he moves his head, nudging your nose against his, he keeps nudging lower and lower until your lips are tickling each other. you're a bit taken a back by his sudden, intimate response, he seems incapable of having a conversation with you without showering you with praise.

"we should go to the bathroom." you suggest, looking into his comforting eyes that blink yes, he's on his feet in an instant, steadily guiding you into the rather large bathroom. jann leads you up against a wall slamming his lips onto yours, a large hand snaking up to your neck, a subtle grip but you for some reason cannot find any negative or aggressive intention in it. your arms rest on his shoulders, letting him take control of this moment. you can't help but lift your hips up from the wall you're leant up against, wanting more from him.

"needy girl." he mutters into your mouth.

huge, manly hands take an unholy grip on your lively hips and grinds you against his hard and even livelier cock.

"you feel it, baby? 'ts all for you." he states in your ear before nibbling at the lobe. you can't help but whine in response, sucking in air through your teeth as you try to comprehend his big package.

"you want it?" jann prompts, when you nod, he responds:

"tell me you want it." he commands, leaning his back on the sink, slightly out of breath, looking at you to impress him.

i mean, you're not the one to perform usually but, you slip off your pyjama shorts and leave your pretty, pastel panties on. your palms rest upon the cold tile of the bathroom wall, your back arched and backside wiggling subtly in the air as you push your panties to the side to show the affect jann has on you.

a faltering, subtle gasp is evoked from the 6'5 racer behind you. "i have to be dreaming." he stutters out before laying a smack on your plump ass cheek, stimulating a moan from you. "fuckin' perfect." he utters before taking out his heavy dick and laying it between your ass cheeks,

"ready princess?" he asks, a reassuring hand, the one that just slapped your backside, on your lower back.

"yes, please." you whine, wiggling your ass more, resulting in little agreements from jann. the feeling of his dick filling you up inch by inch is a significant feeling you don't plan on forgetting. your mouth is dragged open, eyes are scrunched up and you can't help but feel like your expression is matching jann's. he finds his pace almost instantly, trying to avoid making it too noisy by setting a slow, hard momentum.

"f-feel so good-, holy shi-" jann stammers, asserting a grip onto your hips as he thrusts. the bathroom fills with hesitant moans and whimpers and the smell of sex. your hips smach back at his, that and your cunt clinging to him is enough for janns eyes to roll back. his tense balls smacking against your cunt is enough to send you the signal that he's close to the edge, you've reached the point of having your hand smacked against your mouth in attempt to prevent your mewls to escape.

"f-finishing." jann warns, his thrusts stumbling and face beginning to sweat, his hands grabbing at your ass like dough. you're thinking he's alright for a few more minutes but a few seconds pass and you're being filled to the brim with his cum, relieving moans escape yours and jann's mouth, the two of you not being bothered by the potential pregnancy that might have occurred is the most concerning aspect.

"m'sorry, so sorry, i thought i could hold it-" jann stumbles, you cut him off before he can say anymore, standing up and fixing up your panties, not letting any more cum escape.

"eh, could be done by someone worse." you grin teasingly, as he chuckles awkwardly at your relaxation with what he's just done.

"alright pretty. so what, racer kids?"

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[lilyisprtty]

omg try not to eat up every fic u make challenge #IMPOSSIBLE

a/n: i know im supposed to post a smut but seriously idk what happened. it’s ready tho

farleigh start! with a gf who matches his freak; a headcanon ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

- big on fake pda. purposely bunching up your skirt when he kisses you while you moan loudly into the kiss. disgusting, yet the both of you absolutely love the people’s reactions. fake, because you only do it for the attention, giggling about it with him later that night in bed.

- “ollie was all like; “get a room !”. little bastard’s probably just jealous” as he continues to mock oliver with impressions of him.

- he’s attached to you by the hip, oftentimes wondering if you were actually his godsent emotional support the way he always want you by his side just in case. just in case for what ? only god knows.

- you guys share cigarettes often, because farleigh said buying one pack to share instead of two is like a two for one deal. don’t see why you’d argue on that.

- almost like you guys have been programmed, farleigh pulling the case absentmindedly and slipping one between your held out fingers. from another person’s perspective, you and farleigh move perfectly in sync.

- backs each other up all the time about literally anything no matter how ridiculous the situation is.

- “maybe if your mum loved you you wouldn’t end up this stupid”

- “you tell ‘em baby”

- casually adds onto each other’s insults like you’re actually trying to make the person cry and run to their mothers.

- one time a fresher tried to level with you saying that the both of you should leave if you didn’t have work to do. it was obvious that you and farleigh were just lounging around, but to your defense, it was your designated spot. poor kid had nobody to tell him that before receiving the emotional abuse of his life.

- “hey guys just a thought maybe if you don���t have work to do you shouldn’t be here”

- “you look like you shouldn’t be here on this planet”

- “who gives a fuck about your thoughts. if i gave you a quid for your ‘thought’ i’d get change back”

- people at the tables nearby were wincing the whole time. but you and farleigh weren’t that bad. only to those who deserve it i guess.

- the WORST mutual enablers.

- “you think if i let professor callahan fuck me he’d let me skip the test ?”

- “honestly that’s not a bad idea at all”

- could stop each other from indulging into bad ideas but why would you ?

- why only match each other’s freak when you could amplify it ?

- “i’ve always thought that the eery corner behind that shelf would be a great place to fuck”

- “let’s test it out shall we ?” farleigh would give you a look, his eyes challenging you.

- mischievously spontaneous. every little adventures that you count as a date is planned like an hour before the train leaves

- once took a late train to brighton on a sunday evening, telling felix about it when you’re already there, felix absolutely freaked out

- he was sure that he was gonna have to cover you both for monday’s early morning lecture

- much to his suprise you and farleigh was already there, like nothing happened

- would sneak into professors’ meetings and gets called out halfway through.

- raising your hands in a dramatic defeat, “took you long enough” before escaping

- goes to parties as a unit. farleigh LOVES costume parties because he gets to dress up in matching outfits with you as nobody else would. it’s only because he always suggest niche references to dress up as and nobody really gets them except you.

- cue to that one party where farleigh showed up in a blue and white stripe shirt with you wearing a white blazer outside a black blouse. he also kept on calling you jane. the both of you spent the entire night snickering to each other about it.

- definitely bedrot together after a long day, listening to each other’s soft breathing in the weirdest positions. farleigh would almost always put his body on top of yours and not in the way you’d think.

- his favourite would be having only his stomach on your lap, your bodies crossed on top of each other while he reads his book. no explanation.

- love language is showing interest in the other’s interests, then ends up becoming just as obsessed.

- reads and annotates each other’s current read so when one takes their turn reading, there’s the other’s commentary on the pages.

- farleigh puts a lot of “this you ?” where the main character is written having a mental breakdown.

- ideal date would be seeing the art exhibition hosted on oxford and put on the most focused expressions before completely berating the artist

- “is this supposed to be woke ?”

- “no, no. i think this is self-portrait, look”

- gets thrown out every time for causing disturbance. then makes out in the hallway. every time.

- no one really understands what the two of you got going on and every time someone asks, they never get an actual answer.

- “are you guys together or what ?”

- “no we’re just neighbours”

- and there’s no easy way to tell either, so at some point nobody bothers anymore. but there are signs.

- there’s a carving on the trunk of a campus tree of your initials, framed by a heart. everyone goes there to see it like it’s some landmark.

- when you’d have arguments with some rando farleigh would be there by your side. he doesn’t interfere, he just waits for you to be done and when you win he’d kiss your knuckles.

- have fucked each other everywhere on campus. library’s a great adrenaline spike, but nothing beats the hidden nook in the ashmolean museum, surrounded by the sculptures. that must be feeding into some of farleigh’s wildest… fantasy.

- intimate moments are really precious for you guys as they can get vulnerable real quick. farleigh would lay his head on your lap, closing his eyes to really feel the pads of your fingers tracing his face features. time would feel slow, like anything else had froze over just to let you breathe.

- “farleigh” “mhm ?” “do you think im pretty ?” “well you’re not ugly”

- once started a protest on accident. both you and farleigh were demonstrating your discernments about the current state of student affairs management for shit and giggles. suddenly a crowd was formed and the both of you have no idea how that happened.

- farleigh doesn’t get flustered easily. you’re the same. somehow when you tease each other it ends up with both of you extremely flustered.

- “looking far into the future is overrated” “eh i don’t know” “i didn’t know you think about the future” “only the one with you in it” then you become a stuttering mess, and he jokes about it for the rest of the day.

- “i picked these on my way here” farleigh had a small bouquet of wild flowers in his hand because you love pressing them in your journal

- “oh. i got you this on my way here” you had passed in front of a trinkets shop and got him a bracelet. this shows how you’re always thinking of each other.

- loves dissing other couples. valentines day is like you and farleigh’s olympics.

- makes out against the pillars in the hallway with his thighs separating your legs but once another couple kiss in front of you they’d get boo’d instantly.

- “roses and chocolates— really ?!” you’d yell to a couple from afar before farleigh joins in.

- “you gift your mum those on mother’s day !” and you’d have the laugh of your lives.

- crazy how your idea of valentines is making fun of other couples together. it really do be anything as long as you’re together.

- favourite pastime is making out.

- “wanna make out ?” “absolutely”

- thinks other couples are annoying but really, you and farleigh are the annoying one. felix and venetia are sick of you guys but they love seeing you two together.

- your relationship is built on unspoken trust, deep understanding and hard wired loyalty. you get each other, and there’s no use of declaring all that out loud. you have farleigh and farleigh has you. that alone is enough for the both of you.

bonus:

- farleigh first met you when he was sent to the dean’s office at his second last school before oxford.

- took a seat at the end of the hall, steps away from you.

- you’ve been sitting in front of the office long before him, looking like you’re waiting for someone to let you in.

- “trouble ?” you’d chirp in his direction. he couldn’t even bother looking away from his long gaze, let alone answer you.

- you kept on talking and eventually annoyed him into speaking.

- he’d told you that he knew he’s never stepping back into the school as soon as he left the office. you figured it was an expulsion worth of offence.

- “what are you here for ?” he finally asked, still waiting for someone to call him in.

- you’d shrug your shoulders, “nothing. im skipping chemistry” to which he scoffed in return.

- when he left the office you were already gone, he didn’t think much about it.

- until he met you again in oxford, slowly seeing himself in you.

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[lilyisprtty]

i chuckled

[lilyisprtty]

bro how are you not british you captured our essence perfectly, someone cooked here..

a/n: i know im supposed to post a smut but seriously idk what happened. it’s ready tho

farleigh start! with a gf who matches his freak; a headcanon ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

- big on fake pda. purposely bunching up your skirt when he kisses you while you moan loudly into the kiss. disgusting, yet the both of you absolutely love the people’s reactions. fake, because you only do it for the attention, giggling about it with him later that night in bed.

- “ollie was all like; “get a room !”. little bastard’s probably just jealous” as he continues to mock oliver with impressions of him.

- he’s attached to you by the hip, oftentimes wondering if you were actually his godsent emotional support the way he always want you by his side just in case. just in case for what ? only god knows.

- you guys share cigarettes often, because farleigh said buying one pack to share instead of two is like a two for one deal. don’t see why you’d argue on that.

- almost like you guys have been programmed, farleigh pulling the case absentmindedly and slipping one between your held out fingers. from another person’s perspective, you and farleigh move perfectly in sync.

- backs each other up all the time about literally anything no matter how ridiculous the situation is.

- “maybe if your mum loved you you wouldn’t end up this stupid”

- “you tell ‘em baby”

- casually adds onto each other’s insults like you’re actually trying to make the person cry and run to their mothers.

- one time a fresher tried to level with you saying that the both of you should leave if you didn’t have work to do. it was obvious that you and farleigh were just lounging around, but to your defense, it was your designated spot. poor kid had nobody to tell him that before receiving the emotional abuse of his life.

- “hey guys just a thought maybe if you don’t have work to do you shouldn’t be here”

- “you look like you shouldn’t be here on this planet”

- “who gives a fuck about your thoughts. if i gave you a quid for your ‘thought’ i’d get change back”

- people at the tables nearby were wincing the whole time. but you and farleigh weren’t that bad. only to those who deserve it i guess.

- the WORST mutual enablers.

- “you think if i let professor callahan fuck me he’d let me skip the test ?”

- “honestly that’s not a bad idea at all”

- could stop each other from indulging into bad ideas but why would you ?

- why only match each other’s freak when you could amplify it ?

- “i’ve always thought that the eery corner behind that shelf would be a great place to fuck”

- “let’s test it out shall we ?” farleigh would give you a look, his eyes challenging you.

- mischievously spontaneous. every little adventures that you count as a date is planned like an hour before the train leaves

- once took a late train to brighton on a sunday evening, telling felix about it when you’re already there, felix absolutely freaked out

- he was sure that he was gonna have to cover you both for monday’s early morning lecture

- much to his suprise you and farleigh was already there, like nothing happened

- would sneak into professors’ meetings and gets called out halfway through.

- raising your hands in a dramatic defeat, “took you long enough” before escaping

- goes to parties as a unit. farleigh LOVES costume parties because he gets to dress up in matching outfits with you as nobody else would. it’s only because he always suggest niche references to dress up as and nobody really gets them except you.

- cue to that one party where farleigh showed up in a blue and white stripe shirt with you wearing a white blazer outside a black blouse. he also kept on calling you jane. the both of you spent the entire night snickering to each other about it.

- definitely bedrot together after a long day, listening to each other’s soft breathing in the weirdest positions. farleigh would almost always put his body on top of yours and not in the way you’d think.

- his favourite would be having only his stomach on your lap, your bodies crossed on top of each other while he reads his book. no explanation.

- love language is showing interest in the other’s interests, then ends up becoming just as obsessed.

- reads and annotates each other’s current read so when one takes their turn reading, there’s the other’s commentary on the pages.

- farleigh puts a lot of “this you ?” where the main character is written having a mental breakdown.

- ideal date would be seeing the art exhibition hosted on oxford and put on the most focused expressions before completely berating the artist

- “is this supposed to be woke ?”

- “no, no. i think this is self-portrait, look”

- gets thrown out every time for causing disturbance. then makes out in the hallway. every time.

- no one really understands what the two of you got going on and every time someone asks, they never get an actual answer.

- “are you guys together or what ?”

- “no we’re just neighbours”

- and there’s no easy way to tell either, so at some point nobody bothers anymore. but there are signs.

- there’s a carving on the trunk of a campus tree of your initials, framed by a heart. everyone goes there to see it like it’s some landmark.

- when you’d have arguments with some rando farleigh would be there by your side. he doesn’t interfere, he just waits for you to be done and when you win he’d kiss your knuckles.

- have fucked each other everywhere on campus. library’s a great adrenaline spike, but nothing beats the hidden nook in the ashmolean museum, surrounded by the sculptures. that must be feeding into some of farleigh’s wildest… fantasy.

- intimate moments are really precious for you guys as they can get vulnerable real quick. farleigh would lay his head on your lap, closing his eyes to really feel the pads of your fingers tracing his face features. time would feel slow, like anything else had froze over just to let you breathe.

- “farleigh” “mhm ?” “do you think im pretty ?” “well you’re not ugly”

- once started a protest on accident. both you and farleigh were demonstrating your discernments about the current state of student affairs management for shit and giggles. suddenly a crowd was formed and the both of you have no idea how that happened.

- farleigh doesn’t get flustered easily. you’re the same. somehow when you tease each other it ends up with both of you extremely flustered.

- “looking far into the future is overrated” “eh i don’t know” “i didn’t know you think about the future” “only the one with you in it” then you become a stuttering mess, and he jokes about it for the rest of the day.

- “i picked these on my way here” farleigh had a small bouquet of wild flowers in his hand because you love pressing them in your journal

- “oh. i got you this on my way here” you had passed in front of a trinkets shop and got him a bracelet. this shows how you’re always thinking of each other.

- loves dissing other couples. valentines day is like you and farleigh’s olympics.

- makes out against the pillars in the hallway with his thighs separating your legs but once another couple kiss in front of you they’d get boo’d instantly.

- “roses and chocolates— really ?!” you’d yell to a couple from afar before farleigh joins in.

- “you gift your mum those on mother’s day !” and you’d have the laugh of your lives.

- crazy how your idea of valentines is making fun of other couples together. it really do be anything as long as you’re together.

- favourite pastime is making out.

- “wanna make out ?” “absolutely”

- thinks other couples are annoying but really, you and farleigh are the annoying one. felix and venetia are sick of you guys but they love seeing you two together.

- your relationship is built on unspoken trust, deep understanding and hard wired loyalty. you get each other, and there’s no use of declaring all that out loud. you have farleigh and farleigh has you. that alone is enough for the both of you.

bonus:

- farleigh first met you when he was sent to the dean’s office at his second last school before oxford.

- took a seat at the end of the hall, steps away from you.

- you’ve been sitting in front of the office long before him, looking like you’re waiting for someone to let you in.

- “trouble ?” you’d chirp in his direction. he couldn’t even bother looking away from his long gaze, let alone answer you.

- you kept on talking and eventually annoyed him into speaking.

- he’d told you that he knew he’s never stepping back into the school as soon as he left the office. you figured it was an expulsion worth of offence.

- “what are you here for ?” he finally asked, still waiting for someone to call him in.

- you’d shrug your shoulders, “nothing. im skipping chemistry” to which he scoffed in return.

- when he left the office you were already gone, he didn’t think much about it.

- until he met you again in oxford, slowly seeing himself in you.

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[lilyisprtty]

my man my man my man

HUS BICEPS IM FERAL

[lilyisprtty]

working on a racer! reader x gt academy! jann rn, i hope you guys are hungry 💋

[lilyisprtty]

i read a smutty fanfic about this geezer 💔…

Y’all I remember one of the first times I thought I shifted was when I had a dream I was in Five Nights at Freddy’s Security Breach. Normally I would’ve been excited cuz Montgomery Gator is sexy as hell but this was not a dream where everything was safe and dandy, I was terrified and being chased by I don’t even remember who or what

I woke up in a sweat like no other and this deterred me from attempting to shift for weeks afterward 😭😭😭😭

[lilyisprtty]

˜”°•.˜”°•𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬•°”˜.•°”˜

↦ i do not write about incest, any bodily fluid kinks and cnc kinks.

↦ dni if you are discriminatory/prejudice against any community of people

↦ i would say minors dni but i ignored that shit when i was a minor so it seems like a waste of time but i'll put it out there anyway </3

↦ just dont be a dick on my feed yk? (unless it's archies)

↦ if you want an x male reader please specify because i write x female reader by default (soz x)

[lilyisprtty]

why does he never pose😭😭

he always cleans up real nice

[lilyisprtty]

Farleigh waking up his fwb, kissing her feet and legs in a DESPERATE and almost submissive way because he is a puppy with those baby cow eyes and soft features (he is a meany to people he doesnt like :( )

ｗｅａｋ ｓｐｏｔ <３

synopsis: farleigh is known to be an absolute horror to be around, but ever since you guys initiated a friends with benefits relationship, you can't help but notice that he's an absolute doll <3 (to you atleast)

warnings: pre established relationship between farleigh and reader, farleigh being a dickhead to people, teasy touches, fluff fluff fluffy fluff .

pinterest board for visualisation

song that fits the vibe

a/n: this shit is so cute

I mean, you couldn't wake up to a more better thing. your eyes flutter open as your brain searches for the reason you've been woken up, the soft, pure pecks landing on your feet that were just enveloped by the duvet seem to be the culprit. you let out a hum as you tilt your head down to the very (shirtless) boy you gave your body to that night. and the sight is almost unforgettable. his big, big eyes, looking up at you, he's sat up, lifting your leg up so its closer to his face, while cradling your foot that he's kissing like its liquid gold, careful to keep it from spilling from his hold. farleigh's plump lips largen every time they press against the skin of your foot and it's scaringly alluring.

you can't help but have a lazy smile painted on your face, such an innocent act coming from the most nasty mouthed man on campus. it's not long before he's slowly trailing up your leg, his hand holding your leg up slowly moves to behind your knee, so, so similar to the way he holds your leg during your not-so-innocent times. the way he praises your skin with his mouth is almost worship like. farleigh doesn't dare break eye contact, he needs you to see his yearn for you, his appreciation for you.

as he reaches your pelvis, and then your tummy, he lays a few kisses there before he rests his chin flat on your stomach. returning your lazy smile.

"good morning sweet thing." he whispers.

you tangle your fingers through his curly locks, your thumb rubbing his forehead.

"it really is a good morning." you tease, he giggles (yes giggles) at your teasing, leaning into your touch while you share the silent intimacy in the room.

felix bursts into the room, rambling about how you all got invited to a party.

"fuck off! you degenerate asshole!" farleigh yells, lifting his body weight up from you and moving his head more towards felix's direction. felix leaves hesitantly as he was about to start an argument and feed into farleighs attitude but didn't due to your apologetic look towards him.

"'m so sorry baby he's so disruptive." farleigh whines slightly as he returns his chin back on your tummy, all puppy-like again.

the dim lights in the bar flatter your boyfriend partner casual lover immensely and you can only think about what you would do if this establishment was empty. your sat at a table with farleigh and some other university friends, joking about odd professors and how someone was acting when on piles of cocaine. you can't help but zone out, again thinking about other things, you wonder what positon farleigh will have you in-

"what are you looking at whore?!" a booming, posh voice projects at you. you're snapped out of your daze and notice you zoned out directly looking at some girl wearing a rather overly green outfit at the bar. you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head in a confused manner on why she's getting so hostile. "I was just-"

"well she's obviously looking at the horrible fucking outfit you have on! what, trying to impress the grinch? you pathetic excuse of a woman." farleigh cuts you off, raising his voice at the girl, swinging his chair back slightly to get a better view of her.

the bar bursts in laughter in response to farleigh's common attitude, the girl sticks her ground however, not leaving like a regular farleigh victim would.

farleigh wraps a large hand around your waist, puffing his cigarette in annoyance that that interaction even had to occur, mumbling curses under his breath. you lay an arm around his shoulders in return watching him subtly lay into your touch. "my big baby." you utter into his ear before kissing his earlobe.

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