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[ludicdoll]

hello! been obsessed with your work! (I think I already read all archie madekwe x reader fics from you tbh). Been sobbing over Lizzy McAlpine's song Vortex. And I couldn't stop imagining Farleigh x reader who is in an on and off again relationship. Reader tries to stop herself from going back every time he's at her doorstep begging. But always fails. And it's just sad. LMAO

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑

farleigh start ☆

pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader

contents: angst, mentions of sex, slut calling, farleigh being a little bitch, reader is also an american, smoking, suggestive at the end but no smut, kinda toxic

synopsis: although your relationship with farleigh is complicated, you can’t help but run back to him every time he needs you.

a/n: this is so late im sorry i’ve been so busy and this has been sitting in my drafts for a while😭

there’s something so alluring about farleigh that makes you chase him constantly—even if he pays no attention to you. you long for his approval, his touch, and in his absence you realize you can’t seem to function correctly without him. your relationship with farleigh is complex, to say the least, and everybody around you knows this. whenever you would tell felix that you and farleigh had split up again, he always replied with “give it a week.” and somehow, he’s always right. but, this one was different. you split up with farleigh a few weeks ago and he hasn’t even tried to make an attempt to contact you. he knew you’d come back around sooner or later, but you were persistent on keeping your ground.

your breakup with farleigh was because he had called you a slut, just straight up—which was quite ironic because he was the known campus whore. usually you would ignore his silly and childish name calling, but you hated him calling you a slut, it was too degrading for you. you remember the way farleigh blew up in your face when you told him the two of you were over, it was a priceless expression. now, you’re currently standing outside of the saltburn estate, leaning up against one of the large extravagant stone pillars. felix was hosting a party tonight, a big one at that. the colorful flashing lights can be seen outside, a neon cast over the large grassy field.

you decide to step out for a smoke and some fresh air after you locked eyes with farleigh as he was dancing with a girl, her hips grinding against his. that image alone made you shiver in disgust. although you had broken up with him, you missed him bad. you tried to deny it, but if you had to be honest with yourself—you didn’t know who you were without farleigh. if only he would give you a genuine apology, everything would be fine but his pride stopped him from doing so.

you turn your head when you hear the grand doors behind you creaking open. you watch as felix stumbles out, his dark brown hair disheveled from the party. you’re surprised to see him since he had vanished halfway through the party with some random girl you presume. felix turns, a surprised expression on his face. you look over at him, smiling weakly as you raise your cigarette to your lips.

he stands by the door for a minute, stretching his neck before walking over to you. “what are you doing out here?” he asks. felix scans your appearance, eyes widening when he spots a bottle of vodka in your hands, the same bottle that mysteriously disappeared a few hours ago. you shrug slightly, tired and feeling nauseous from the amount of drinks you’ve had tonight. “you missing the states?” felix nudges at your arm playfully. you stare ahead, shaking your head. “i just needed to clear my mind,” you mutter as you lift the bottle to your mouth, taking a long gulp. felix notices that you’re out of it, and he looks concerned. “you haven’t been yourself.” he starts, “ever since farleigh—” you raise your hand out, your palm facing him. “don’t. mention. him.” you groan, rubbing your temples to soothe your migraine.

“he misses you,” felix smiles widely. you stare at the red cups littered on the paved ground, slowly zoning out. “we’re not talking.” you reply, he sighs in return. “well, he wouldn’t stop talking about you in professor anderson’s class.” you turn to look at him, raising a suspicious brow. you think he’s joking at first, but his face is completely straight.

“really? i didn’t know the two of you even attended classes.” you joke in an attempt to move the topic elsewhere. “oh, ha ha.” felix replies sarcastically. there’s so many things racing through your mind, but at the same time—your thoughts are empty. you think that the alcohol from tonight has made you more sensitive. “i don’t like it when you guys fight.” felix mutters as he slowly takes your bottle away from your grip. “you should stop drinking too,” he waves the half empty bottle in front of your face.

“it’s not a fight, felix. it’s a breakup.” felix scoffs, shaking his head with a laugh. you turn to look at him, a scowl on your face. “oh, so you think i’m gonna run back to him?” you ask in a bitter tone. he steps back a little, blinking at your unexpected tone switch. “what? i didn’t say anything.” he says defensively. you suddenly feel irritated at everything around you. you excuse yourself abruptly while he tries to explain himself. you speed past him, leaving felix by himself outside while you open the doors to the mansion.

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you can’t stop fidgeting with your pen, clicking it rapidly as you scan the words in the open book in front of you. you were sitting in the library, not for the sake of studying but for the sole purpose of distracting yourself from having a mental breakdown in your dorm. you couldn’t even think straight since your hangover was so bad. you hadn’t tried to dress up today, you didn’t even bother to put on makeup or fix up your hair. you knew people would see you and talk, but you were so tired you couldn’t do it. usually when you and farleigh would split, you’d still be in close contact with your (who were really just his) friends. however, this was different. everyone seemed to be avoiding you—everyone except felix. whenever you’d ask to hang out, their only excuses were “i have to study,” or, “i’m busy tonight,” and when they see you, they’d scurry off in a blink of an eye.

you could only imagine what bullshit story farleigh has came up with your break up to make them run away from you. felix was the only person who still spoke to you, but now you think you’ve lost him after what had happened at the party last night. you stop clicking your pen when you hear a cough in front of you. you look up, freezing up when you see a familiar curly haired boy in front of you. “fancy seeing you here.” he says. you scoff, rolling your eyes and avoiding his gaze. he laughs quietly to himself before crossing his arms. “i didn’t know you studied.” he emphasizes the word “studied” almost like he was attempting to mock you—but he knew you did study, he just wanted to make fun of you. “i didn’t know you even knew what a library was.” you snap back instantly, farleigh just smiles blankly at you as he pulls a chair out and seats himself right across from you.

“what do you want?” you ask sternly. he sighs, shrugging. a tense silence fills the air and you’re slowly suffocating. “i’m serious, farleigh.” he stays quiet, his eyes still on you. “what did you tell the others?” you inquire.

“hmm?”

“no one’s talking to me anymore.”

“that’s not true,” he laughs, “felix was just talking to you last night.” you squint at him, brows furrowed. “were you watching us?” you ask. farleigh tilts his head to the side, flashing a deadpan expression. “please, i have better things to do.” he replies arrogantly. you nod, closing your eyes. “i’m sure you do.” you look back down to read the words on the page, not taking in any of the information—but just so farleigh would piss off. you could still see him in your peripheral vision, but this time he’s leaned closer against the table. “get a life, farleigh.” you mumble under your breath. he laughs dully, a small smirk forming on his lips. “that is rich coming from you. you really like assuming shit, don’t you?”

“well maybe if you took my name out of your mouth, i wouldn’t be assuming.” you reply nonchalantly as you close the book, standing up to leave. you pack your stuff back in your bag, turning away from him. he mouths a quiet “wow” before getting up from the chair as well, following closely behind you. he swiftly steps in front of you, blocking you from leaving. he leans closer to you, just inches away from your face. “you think you’re all that,” he starts. “but in reality, you’re just a fucking whore with no personality.” you quietly wince at his response, eyes wide. “you’re lucky that i even gave you a fucking chance. i made you known, and this is how you repay me?” farleigh spits out, he sounds truly angry—you’ve never heard him like this before. “but it’s fine,” he says while leaning back up, “such a shame, you’re a pretty face. too bad you’re boring.”

you can’t muster up a snappy comeback, you just stare at him, scanning his face for any sign of empathy—but there’s nothing. he just looks distant and cold. you glance around, realizing there was a few students nearby listening. you sniffle under him, blinking away your tears as you quickly brush past his arm.

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it hurts to pretend like you don’t care about what other people said about you, because in actuality you take all of their words into consideration—especially farleigh’s. you had successfully avoided farleigh all week ever since the conversation in the library, and in an attempt to make yourself feel better, you had finally started dressing and glamming up. of course, there was still rumors going around about you and farleigh, every day it seemed like there was a new bizzare one. you had just came back from shopping, sitting on the carpet of your dorm. it was getting dark, everyone else in the hall was getting ready for bed. as you slowly dive into a wormhole of your own thoughts, the sound of an abrupt knock on your door brings you back to reality. you blink, turning your head to look at the door.

you choose to ignore it, pretending like you weren’t there. then, another string of knocks pound on your door loudly. “oh my god, i’m coming!” you yell out as you get up from the floor. you pad over, opening it with an unenthusiastic swing. the person standing infront of you was the last person you expected—farleigh. you almost screamed when you saw him standing there. you groan loudly and roll your eyes, immediately reaching to shut the door on him. before you could lock him out, farleigh stops the door with his hand. “can we talk?” he mutters with his head low, almost as if he was afraid someone was going to hear him. you stand still in the crack of the door, contemplating whether or not you were gonna let him in. farleigh whines, shaking his head slightly.

“please?”

you sigh in defeat, slowly creaking the door open for him. he gives you a small smile before sliding through. he looks around your room for a second, taking in every aspect of your interests plastered on the walls. farleigh sits down on the edge of your bed, realizing he’s never actually seen your dorm before. whenever the two of you would fuck, it was always in his dorm, a random bathroom at the pub, or somewhere at the saltburn mansion. he runs his hand against the soft duvet of your bed, laughing to himself when he spots a pile of stuffed animals by your pillows. you shut the door, turning to face him with your hands on your hips. you stare at him, raising your brows as a way of saying “go on,” farleigh clears his throat, clasping his hands together in his lap. “i’m sorry.” he sounds hesitant when he says it, like he’s being forced to apologize.

you blink, staying silent as he stares up at you with bambi eyes. “and?” you press. farleigh sighs, dropping his eyes to the floor instead. “i was just upset, i didn’t mean anything i said. i love you, you know that.” he says with a whiny tone. you’ve been through this same scenario multiple times, he fucks you over, comes back to apologize and beg for you back, then you have make up sex. every time this happens, you forgive him easily, letting him fuck your brains out to forget everything he had said to you prior. you didn’t want to give in again, but the way he was looking up at you with his dreamy brown eyes, his highlighted curls framing his face perfectly, even his cologne was driving you crazy.

you missed him, you missed his voice, his explicit compliments, especially his touch. “i miss you, baby.” he whimpers. you cock your head to the side, trying to hide your excitement. “really?” you ask with dilated eyes as you slowly step over to him. farleigh nods, a small smirk forming on his lips. “please, baby—please don’t make me sit here and beg.” he groans. he looks at you up and down before reaching for your hand. he intertwines his fingers into yours, a perfect fit. farleigh nuzzles his cheek against the soft flesh of your skin, then he kisses your knuckles, a predator like glint flashing in his eyes. he pulls you onto the bed with him, placing you in his lap as he leaves a trail of delicate kisses down your neck.

“let me make it up to you.” he whispers. you moan softly, looking up at him. you lean your head against his shoulder as his hands roam up your back, then under your shirt. “forgive me, okay?” he mutters in your ear. you feel his hands stopping midway to your bra, and you whine softly in response. you lock eyes with him, nodding eagerly. he gives you a faint smile before he continues to unclasp your bra with a swift move. you knew that he’d fuck up again soon, and you knew you would run back to him again—but if it meant incredible sex, you didn’t mind.

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[ludicdoll]

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

jann mardenborough ☆

pairing: jann mardenborough x fem!reader

contents: smut, cowgirl, thigh riding, praise, softdom jann, gentle and cute sex yk, size kink, cussing

synopsis: you surprise your boyfriend with your new lingerie set when he comes back home from a win.

a/n: somebody sedate me pls i love him

you adjust your appearance in the mirror leaning against the corner wall of your bedroom, pulling up your lace garter. it’s been a few weeks since jann had left for the le mans race, and you missed him dearly. he would text to update you everyday about how it was going, and when you finally got a call from him a week later, he was cheering on about how he had won—you couldn’t be more proud of him. you were expecting him to be back home soon, and to reward him for winning the race, you dolled yourself up and bought a new lingerie set you had been eyeing for the last few days. it was a dark red translucent babydoll dress covered in lace detailing with a matching pair of cheeky underwear.

you smiled to yourself as you play with the small bow on the top, jann loved when you wore cute lingerie sets with bows. he said it made you look angelic in a way.

you switch off the light, then reach over to turn on the small lamp on the dresser to create a more romantic atmosphere. you spin around, watching as the red mesh twirls around your body before walking over to your bed and dropping yourself down. you prop yourself up on your elbows, looking at the reflection to make sure you looked decent. you slightly jerk when you hear the sound of a car pulling in. you lay still, waiting. jann calls out for you from downstairs but you don’t respond. after a few minutes, you hear him walking upstairs. he knocks on the door before twisting the doorknob slowly.

he pokes his head in, a smile immediately breaking on his face when he notices you laying on the bed. “hey, baby.” he mutters while closing the door behind him. it takes you every muscle in your body to not immediately jump into his arms and cover his face in kisses. you stay quiet, staring up at him through your mascara coated lashes. his eyes pan down your body and he inhales sharply.

you finally sit up, crawling over to the edge of the mattress and swinging your legs over. “what is this?” he asks with an intrigued laugh. you give him a timid smile in return, fidgeting with your necklace. although in this moment you seemed bold and confident, your heart was beating so fast you swore he could hear it. you never initiated intimacy in the bedroom due to the fact that you were still so nervous around him. his gaze on you was heavy, almost intense enough to make you come on the spot. “i just wanted to surprise you, a treat for your win at the race.” you reply back. your voice is barely a whisper, and he seems to notice how shaky you are. you watch intentively as he takes off his hoodie, then his shirt before his hands make their way to his belt which he abruptly pauses at.

“are you sure you wanna do this right now, baby?” he asks. you look up, a confused expression on your face. you nod eagerly, placing your hand between your thighs to sooth your nerves. “you seem really tense,” he laughs quietly, but there’s a hint of worry in his voice. you glance down at your thighs, pressing your lips in a thin line. “why wouldn’t i be? i’m the luckiest girl in the world.” you mutter out. jann smiles, caressing your face with his large hand.

he steps closer to you, his eyes darting over to his pants then back down at you. you blink before realizing he wants you to unbuckle his belt for him. you swallow hard before lifting your shaky hands up to his pants, teasingly taking off his belt, making sure he got a good view of your cleavage above you. you stare at his deep v-line before your fingers trail down to his crotch. you unzip his jeans then lean back on your hands to get a better view of him. he pulls off his jeans then crawls on top of you with a small chuckle. “you’re so perfect,” he mumbles against your neck, causing you to squirm when you feel his hot breath on you.

you giggle at his compliment, kissing his cheek. “tonight—i’m all yours.” you whisper softly as you shyly play with the bow on your dress. “yeah?” he asks while he watches you fidget anxiously. “mhm,” you hum back in reply. even though the two of you had been together for over a year, it still felt like when you first started liking him. jann’s lips instantly return to yours, dipping his hand under the open slit in the middle of the dress. his thumb slowly brushes against your waist, making you twitch under his touch. he laughs at your reaction, continuing to tickle his fingertips down your soft stomach. his hand took up your whole torso, so it was easy for him to toss you around. he knew how you felt about his size, he knew you were weak whenever he’d use it to his advantage. you gasped as he hooked his fingers around the thin band of your panties, pulling them down to your ankles.

“so pretty,” he whispers under his breath as his eyes trail down to your exposed cunt. you whine quietly from embarrassment, grabbing the duvet under you and covering your face with it. jann laughs, grabbing the blanket and pulling it away from you. “stop that, i wanna see your beautiful face.” he leans down to kiss you, smiling between each gentle kiss. “jann,” you whimper when you feel his erection rutting up against your pussy. he groans, peppering kisses down your chest and neck. “fuck, i missed you so much, princess.” he finally pulls off his boxers, revealing his hardened dick to you. “i missed you too,” your breathing hitches as you prepare yourself for the stretch—but he suddenly wraps his arms around you instead, swiftly switching positions so you were straddling his lap.

you yelp as slides his hands back down your hips, lifting you slightly so his thigh was between your legs. you choke back a moan when you feel your swollen clit against his skin. “show me how much you missed me,” he rasps deeply as he pulls your dress strap off your shoulder, careful to not rip up the dainty fabric. he takes your breast in his hand before he starts massaging the sensitive bud, groaning in satisfaction when you slowly grind on his thigh. the sounds of your labored breathing and the wetness of your dripping cunt fills the room in echos.

you feel yourself getting hot from embarrassment, you couldn’t believe you were already so wet from this. even just the sight of jann made your legs tremble. “so good, baby—so good.” he choked out as his hand slowly pumps up and down his long cock, his thick tip leaking with precum that you so desperately needed right now. you rest your hands on his upper thigh, rocking your hips faster against him. each movement almost makes you cry out from overstimulation, but you keep going. jann tilts his body down, making you lean back as his tongue runs down the valley between your tits. you throw your head back, moaning louder when you feel the tension in your stomach gradually building up. “i missed you so much, jann. i had so many wet dreams about yo—fuck!” you cry out as he nips at a sensitive part of your neck.

jann traces his mouth down to your boobs, taking your nipple between his lips as he sucks on it, covering his spit all over your chest. he’s gentle and slow, making sure to savor every part of this. he wanted to remember every detail, from the way the ribbon in your hair was bouncing as you were riding his thigh, down to the way your moans would slightly pitch up when you were close. “i can’t stand you being away from me, i hate it when you’re gone.” you whisper lustfully. your words visibly get a rise out of jann, he sighs loudly, knitting his brows together against your chest.

you grind up against him one more time before he suddenly pulls you off back into his lap. you whine out in protest, being that you were almost reaching your climax. jann caresses your jawline with his hand, shushing you softly. “i’ll make you come, baby. be good for me, yea?” he says. you nod, taking in a deep breath. he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, sliding the tip between your folds sensually. he repeats this a couple of times to coat your wetness on him before he slowly sinks himself inside of you. the two of you moan loudly, synchronizing as you start adjusting yourself on his dick. he was definitely above average, you would never get used to that familiar stretch between your legs.

“my perfect girl,” he sighs out as he slowly starts thrusting upwards into your pussy. even though you were sitting on top of him, you still felt so small compared to his huge frame, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into a warm embrace. “i need you so bad, baby” you whimper loudly, hugging his head close to your chest. jann groans in your ear. the walls of your cunt was swallowing him whole, feeling it flutter around his dick when his tip would graze over your g-spot. “oh fuck, i have to bring you with me to my next races—i can’t be away from you ever again.” your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head from his words. you slowly begin to speed up, resting the palms of your hands behind you to help you support yourself while riding him.

jann pulls away from the hug, arms still around your torso. his large hands shift over to hold your waist, lifting your hips up and down as you slow your pace. he was so big. his dick was girthy and long, and he knew exactly how to use it. the sensation of jann’s cock sliding in and out of you rapidly was almost too much for you. you try to slow your hips, but jann is quick to pick you back up on his dick. you cry out loudly when his tip reaches deep inside of you, causing you to squeeze tightly around him.

the sound of your skin slapping against each other with the wet sound of your slick made a lewd squelching sound, but it only turned you on more. you slowly gaze up at jann’s face, looking up at him with teary eyes. you can see the thin blanket of sweat dripping down from his forehead to his neck—his loose curls slightly damp. he looked so pretty like this. “you’re so handsome, baby.” jann nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck in response, hiding his smile.

your vision was getting blurred with each stretching bounce. jann notices how you were progressively getting tired, so he runs his hand up your back—pounding into your cunt slowly but hard enough to make you cry out from the stir of pleasure and slight pain. you tilt your head up, pulling him into a soft, long kiss. jann whimpers loudly in your mouth, his tongue swirling against yours. the kiss starts to get messy, your spit mixing together as he continues to thrust you up and down in his lap. “c’mon baby, c’mon—ride me, i know you can do it, princess.” his breathing is shaky, lips slightly glossed from your saliva.

you thought you were in heaven as jann held you tightly, moaning and chanting his name with short breaths. you were almost pushed over the edge when you felt his long fingers brush past your swollen clit. jann lets out an airy chuckle as he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing in slow circular motions. your hips immediately jut up while shaking in pleasure. “shit, jann—i’m close.” you whine out as you feel his dick twitching inside of you. “come for me doll, i want you to come all over my dick, please.” jann cooed, pulling softly on your hair so he was making direct eye contact with you. he wanted to see your pretty little face when you would squirt on him. he snaps his hips against yours as you pick up your pace again, a desperate attempt to reach your sweet climax you longed for.

you roll your hips one last time before you’re instantly being undone from his touch, crying out from the coiling pleasure in your pussy. in that same moment, jann let’s out an animalistic growl in your neck, shooting ropes of his milky cum inside of your pussy. “oh fuck!” he moans. you convulse around his thick girth, your orgasm running down his dick to his balls. you groan silently when jann holds you up with an arm and pulls out with a wet pop. it takes you a minute to adjust back in his lap, leaning your head on his shoulder. you close your eyes, sighing in relief while he tangles his arms around your waist.

when you open your eyes, you see jann staring down at you passionately. his eyes are low and heavy, indicating he was slightly worn out—but he had a soft sheepish grin plastered on his face. “i’ve been dreaming about this for weeks.” he says playfully. you giggle, lazily kissing him on the cheek.

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[ludicdoll]

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄 part 1

farleigh start ☆

pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader

contents: oliver doesn’t exist in this (thank god), reader hooks up with felix for like one second, smoking, mentions of verbal abuse and toxic ex, reader is american, farleigh being a dickhead, felix is a douche in this.

synopsis: after a terrible past relationship that plagued you from ever loving again, you feel yourself starting to develop feelings for a certain someone.

a/n: patiently waiting for archie’s new movie rn.

you couldn’t get into a new relationship after your previous one, and it wasn’t because you were still stuck on him—you’ve definitely moved on. it was just that he treated you so bad to the point where you wouldn’t let yourself feel any romantic emotions toward anyone else. your ex had manipulated, degraded you, even making you feel guilty for spending a second without him. and when you did catch yourself feeling nervous and flirty around someone new, you’d push yourself away. you hate it if you’re being honest. you hate that you have to forcefully distance yourself away from someone because of how petrified you are of being hurt again. and due to this habit, you would go to bars, go back to the guys place, have a one night stand, and immediately leave just to feel something.

you missed being touched and worshipped. although sleeping around didn’t make you feel any better about yourself, it helped you from feeling more lonely. people around oxford knew you as or heard of you sleeping around with people—and of course it gave everyone an awful view of you. you’ve even caught your so called “friends” talking shit about how much of a slut you are. you pretended to not know because you couldn’t afford to lose anymore friends that you already had. now, you found yourself staring up at the white ceilings at the university—in felix’s dorm. he was a good friend to you, and things had gotten heated the night before at a party. you deliberately followed him back to the accommodations and had sex, but you couldn’t remember any details, not like you wanted to anyway. you clutch the blanket above your body, slowly turning your eyes to look over at felix’s sleeping figure. he was snoring rather loudly and if you stayed one more minute in his room, you would spiral into madness. you slowly perk up from the mattress, cringing as the bed creaks with your movements. you squint before throwing your legs over the blanket and snatching your tank top off of the floor.

as you grab your underwear and shimmy it on, you look over your shoulder one last time to check if he was awake—he stirred a bit, but kept sleeping. you pull up your mini skirt, throwing on your heels, then grabbing your bag before tip toeing out of the door. once you’ve made it out of his room, you slowly shut the door, careful to not make a sound. you quickly sprint down the hallway and avoid all the weird stares as you run by. while weaving your way through the crowd, you abruptly slam straight into someone’s chest. you stumble backwards, looking up at who it was.

farleigh.

“woah, woah, woah.” he says with a smirk. his hands find their way to your arms to keep you balanced. you watch as his expression slowly shifts from amusement to slight confusion. “what the hell is going on with you?” he laughs while he bends down at your level to look at you messed up makeup from last night. his finger makes contact with your face to wipe off the stray glitter on your cheek. you don’t move, you just stand there, glaring at him through your lashes. he looks down at his glitter coated fingers then back at you. farleigh raises a brow, a thin smile curling into the sides of his lips. “where have you been?” he asks curiously. you glance around, then clear your throat nervously. “nowhere.” your voice is barely a whisper and your voice cracks in the middle of you doing so. farleigh looks at you with a deadpan look before loudly breaking into laughter. your eyes widen as you look around to see several students looking at the two of you.

your hand goes flying to his chest, slapping him roughy. farleigh immediately stops laughing, looking down at you with a scrunched up face. “ow,” he says playfully. he rubs at the spot you hit, but an arrogant smile is still dancing on his lips. “shut up,” you mumble, “uh oh, who did you sleep with now?” he says it in a way that sounds condescending and playful at the same time, but it makes you flinch. “farleigh, just shut the fuck up. i really don’t have for this.” you say it clear and harsh while you rub your forehead trying to relieve your overbearing headache. his eyes scan your features for a second, a slight scowl forming on his face as he backs away from you. you watch as he turns and walks away, wiping the glitter on the sides of his trousers.

you’re left standing alone in the wide corridor, an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment washes over you when you realize a few people are still staring. “the fuck are you looking at?” you scoff as you push past a group of girls whispering about you.

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you stand outside of the pub doors, constantly checking your phone for any new updates of your friends whereabouts. as you tap on annabel’s contact to text her, you hear a pair of footsteps creeping up to you. you look up and see farleigh, his hair in fresh loose curls, a patterned silky dress shirt unbuttoned a little to expose his chest to finish off the look. you can’t lie, he looks fucking good. his sleeves are rolled up to show the veins running up his arm which makes you squirm slightly against the brick wall. “it’s so nice of you to come early and wait for me.” he says teasingly. you roll your eyes, looking back down at your motorola. he leans over as an attempt to look at your screen before you push him back with your hand. “uhm, privacy?” you say with an annoyed tone. “what? you’re just texting annabel,” he leans up against the wall next to you, pulling a cigarette out of the case in his pocket.

“how’d you know that?” you ask. farleigh looks at you through the side of his eyes, lighting his cigarette. “i know everything,” he replies ominously while blowing the smoke out of his mouth. you hum, silently laughing at his remark. “why are you here so early?” you ask. farleigh shrugs, “why are you here so early?” he repeats while emphasizing the ‘you’. “you can’t keep doing that.” you groan.

“doing what?”

“that,”

“what’s ‘that?’”

“repeating the stuff i say back at me. it’s annoying.”

“oops?”

“you know i always show up early to every event.” you answer his previous question. he looks down at you, blinking. “i know,” he adds. you sigh, looking down at your wedge sandals. the weather outside was warmer than usual tonight, so you dressed accordingly in a thin tube top with a pair of low waisted shorts that showed a little too much more ass than you initially prepared for, and farleigh seems distracted by it. “you gonna find a new victim tonight?” he asks while nodding towards your shorts. you give him a bleak look, shaking your head. “i don’t know farleigh, maybe i will.” you reply snarkily. he clicks his tongue, swiveling his head back around to look straight ahead, taking a long drag from the cigarette between his fingers. although farleigh was a major ass, the two of you were similar in a way. you were definitely more reserved and chill, while he was wild and had no filter whatsoever. but the both of you were stubborn, and conveniently americans, and in farleigh’s words—that’s why he was so eager to be your friend. (he wasn’t)

you could make fun of the british together alone without having them crawl up your spine about it, you could talk about the places you missed in the states and he would understand. as you slowly fall into your own thoughts, you hear your name being called out from afar. you look back up to see camilla, alicia, annabel linking arms with felix, and jake follows closely behind them. “hey!” camilla calls out before pulling you into a hug. you quickly reciprocate the embrace and hug her back, greeting everyone else as you walk through the doors. once everybody is seated, jake does the honors of getting everyone a round of shots, and they all cheer as he gets up with a bow. your sitting next to farleigh, alicia and camilla are sitting on the opposite end. annabel is sitting on felix’s lap, giggling and kissing up on him. you can’t help but feel guilty. just the other night you fucked him, and now your friend has gained an interest in him. felix occasionally looks at you from across the table, a provocative glint in his eyes. you sink into your seat, groaning.

“everybody say thank you!” jake comes back with a tray full of shots, a wide grin on his face. everyone at the table replies with a loud “thank you,” and quickly goes to gulp down all of the glasses. throughout the whole night, you can’t take your eyes off of farleigh. he looked so enchanting tonight, which made you mentally gag from the sudden butterflies you felt in your stomach. an hour goes by of drunken chatter and several rounds of shots, leaving everyone completely wiped out. everyone, but you. you took one, that’s all. farleigh called you a pussy for “chickening out”, but you didn’t care. as the night went on, it slowly came to an end when everybody had to part ways. you watch as annabel and the girls trip over their heels multiple times while making their way outside, giggling and cackling loudly. “goodnight! we’ll see you tomorrow, yea?” annabel calls out as she kisses you goodbye. you nod with a soft smile, but quickly cock your head to the side in confusion. “did you drive here?” you ask in concern. “nooo, wegotaride.” her words slur together with a giggle. “we’ll get a cab, don’t worry about us.” alicia says.

“what about farleigh?” you ask while looking back at his slumped figure against the bricks. he looked sick to his stomach, but he couldn’t stop rambling on about something. “drive him,” felix says with a sheepish smile. “what?” you shout out while they walk off. you pinch your nose bridge, sighing loudly. you turn in defeat, walking over to farleigh. “c’mon,” you say as you throw his arm over your shoulder. you almost fall flat on your face due to his weight and it took you approximately 7 minutes to get him to his car. you cringe as your hands hesitantly search for his keys on his body. you pull them out of his pocket, unlocking the door and quickly shoving him in the backseat of the red seats. you slam the door, resting your arms on the roof of the car. “holy shit,” you breathe out while trying to catch your breathe. farleigh stirs in the backseat, his head resting on the window with a loud thud. you walk over to the drivers seat, starting up the car and backing up from the side of the road.

farleigh calls out your name and you reply with a hum. “wherearewegoin?” he says. “saltburn, you need to sober up.”

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you were thankful that elspeth and sir james was fast asleep, and unfortunately venetia wasn’t home to help you haul her cousin upstairs. so once again, you were forced to drag him up the 50 flight of stairs. it’s been awhile since you’ve been to saltburn, so the location of everything was sort of scrambled in your mind. you ended up dragging him around the estate before finally making it to his room. farleigh instantly lands on his bed, letting out a loud moan of relief. you’re quick to cover his mouth, shushing him. “you’re gonna get us in trouble, shut up!” you whisper-yell. he laughs, licking his lips. “you should stay the night,” he says. you stretch out your neck, feeling an ache running up your back from dragging him around the whole night. “i’m so tired, far.” you reply. “i know, stay here.” you smell a strong scent of whiskey and vodka on him which makes you feel slightly queasy.

you open your mouth to say something, but slump into the persian carpet on the wooden floor out of exhaustion. “okay.” you mutter while grabbing a pillow from his bed and placing it on the ground. you lay your head down and stare into the darkness before slowly drifting off to sleep

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your eyes flutter open, the sunlight basking the room in a golden hue. you shift on the ground, groaning when the sun hits your eyes. you immediately sit up, looking around until your spot farleigh sleeping peacefully above you. “farleigh,” you whisper out. no response. you groan, shaking his arm softly. his eyes finally open with a whine. he takes in a long inhale before looking at you. “mmm?” he hums. “i have to get out of here before elspeth crucifies me.” you say while getting up and straightening out your revealing clothes. he giggles, looking at your figure up and down. you roll your eyes, walking over to his closet and rummaging through his many clothes. you pick out a shirt that was definitely too big for you, throwing it on and pulling on your shorts in an attempt to make them appear longer. “you should stay for breakfast.” farleigh says from behind you. “i know you’re starving.” you hold your stomach, an empty ache proving him right.

you watch in silence as farleigh sits up, slouching and rubbing at his eyes before he finally gets up. as he opens his closet, his head turns back over to you. “is that my shirt?” he asks. you swallow, nodding. “oh, so now you’re stealing my shit?” his voice is laced with amusement and his eyes crinkle from the smile on his face. “shut up,” you whine as you rub your temples. he laughs, grabbing a shirt from the hanger and undressing himself. when he starts unbuttoning his shirt, you can’t help but stare at him. his back was sculpted perfectly and you couldn’t even imagine what he looked like from the front. farleigh seems to pause for a moment before looking over his shoulder to you. “are you gonna stand there like a creep and watch me change?”

“yes,” you reply flatly with a sarcastic smile on your face. “yea, i’m sure you’d love that.” he mumbles with a raspy laugh. you pad over to his door, turning and knob and closing it behind you. you creak down the stairs, making your way to the dining area. you stand in the doorway, freezing when everyone abruptly stops their chatter and turns to look at you. “oh—y/n, dear!” elspeth says. she gets up from her seat, walking to you and pulls you in a tight motherly embrace. her blonde hair was pinned back, her clothes perfectly ironed and smooth, the smell of her dior perfume filled your nostrils. you felt nostalgic in a way. you missed saltburn. “we missed you.” she says. you hug her back, happy that she missed your presence. she pulls away, hands on your shoulders. “let me get a good look at you, darling.” she mumbles as she stares at you up and down. she looks confused and you can tell she doesn’t look very impressed with your appearance. “i stayed the night.” you blurt out to clear the awkwardness. “oh?” elspeth nods slowly, “with venetia, i presume?”

you shudder, looking over her shoulder at venetia, sir james, and surprisingly felix staring at you blankly. “no, with farleigh.” the sound of the silverware against the porcelain plates seem to stop, a quiet air lingering. “farleigh?” she repeats. you nod, an awkward smile on your face. “yea, he got severely drunk last night, and i couldn’t just leave him to drive himself back home.” you rat him out with a satisfied smile. this is what he gets for all the lies he had spread about you at the freshman party from the earlier years. elspeth looks taken aback, a disappointed expression on her face when she spots farleigh walking into the room. he stills, glancing around before looking at you. “what?” he says while seating himself down with the rest of the table. elspeth pats you on the shoulder, “will you be staying for dinner as well?” you’re hesitant, afraid of bothering them by staying. elspeth seems to recognize your hesitant expression, and she rubs your arm. “we’d be delighted to have you.” she smiles warmly. you smile back, nodding as you desperately try to keep your stomach from growling loudly.

you sit down next to felix, his eyes fixated on you. the tables chatter starts back up again thankfully, and you stop holding your breath. “did you come here to see me again?” he asks. you look at him, a confused expression painted on your face. “if you wanted another shag you should’ve told me.” he shovels his eggs into his mouth. “felix, about that—we can’t do it again. annabel’s obviously into you.” you mutter quietly. “what? it’s not like i’m cheating on her. we aren’t together.” but you know that they’ll get together soon, and you know he’s bound to fuck different girls behind her back, you just didn’t want to be one of them. you shake your head, ignoring him. as breakfast went on, elspeth and sir james inquired you on how your studies at oxford was going, and you happily replied.

every once in a while, you felt farleigh’s intense stare on you. but when you look up to meet his eyes, he turns away and looks down at his plate.

once breakfast is over, venetia asks you to come out in the gardens with her to go bask in the morning sunlight and catch up on some “girl time.” you agree, following her out to the back of the mansion. you breathe in the warm air, a relieved sigh leaving your mouth as a cool breeze passes by you. “we all missed you at saltburn, especially farleigh.” she says while wiggling her eyebrows in a way that makes you laugh. “why are you emphasizing his name?” venetia closes her magazine, looking at you with a face that only reads as “really?” she lifts her shades up to her head, adjusting herself in the lawn chair. “you’ve been dancing circles around each other for two years now.” she says. you act oblivious, shrugging your shoulders. “i don’t know what you mean.” venetia lets out a loud groan, “you know what i mean. i’ve seen it myself.” venetia was a hopeless romantic, so she would insert her own opinions and views in anything she could meddle her way into—but you appreciated it.

“well, i’m never getting into a relationship.” you reply with a soft laugh. venetia falls silent, she was aware of your last relationship. you had told her everything when you became bestfriends, and she swore on everything she wouldn’t tell anyone, not even farleigh. “but, you should open yourself up more. farleigh definitely likes you.” venetia says with a cheeky smile. for a second, you daydream about what it would be like to date him, and for a second, it seems perfect

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You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F!Reader - Part 7

a/n: hey y’all!! im finally back yayyy and ready to serve you guys some hot and fresh ANGST. i would like to apologize in advance, this chapter is kind of rough. part 8 will most likely be the last part of this series 😭😭 pls give suggestions for what i should write next, like should i start doing oneshots or start a new series, and should i write for a new character??? just send it to my asks!!! anyways enjoyyyy ily all so much thank you for the kind words and love! ❤️❤️

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warnings: fem reader, language, mentions of sex, alcohol, smoking, ANGST, fluff for like one second, suggestive stuff, farleigh is a bitch but so is reader, not proofread

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You wake slowly, your eyelids heavy with sleep. You feel an arm wrapped around your waist and warmth enveloping you. Sunlight creeps into the room, bathing the walls in golden light. Memories of last night start coming back to you in waves.

You tilt your head up slightly, seeing Farleigh sleeping peacefully. His long lashes flattened across his closed eyelids, his chest rising and falling slowly, completely relaxed in his deep sleep.

If someone would have told you a year ago you would be waking up next to Farleigh, you would have laughed in their face. It’s surreal. And yet you can’t complain as you watch the beautiful, serene expression on his face.

You shift, sitting up slowly, careful not to wake him. You both barely fit in his bed. You wonder how you managed not to fall off of it during the night.

He stirs a bit in his sleep and stretches out the arm that was flung over your waist. He groans softly and his eyes flutter open as you pull up the duvet to cover the lower half of your body.

“Morning,” He mutters, blinking away the sleep, his voice husky. “Hey,” You awkwardly reply, noticing that your own voice is a bit weak. You notice the dull pain in your lower back as you sit upright, and you grimace.

Farleigh just stares at you blankly, and you stare right back. You aren’t sure what to do or say in this situation, when the person you’ve always claimed to hate just gave you the best night of your life.

You reach a hand around to your back and rub it softly, trying to soothe the pain. He raises an eyebrow, and you can tell one of those smug remarks is forming on the tip of his tongue.

“Are you sore?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips as he rolls onto his back. He raises his arms behind his head and watches you with intrigue.

“No,” You lie, shaking your head. “No?” His smirk only grows and you glance away. “Maybe.” You say softly.

Your gaze trails down to his stomach and his waist, the duvet covering the rest of him. You look back up to his face, and you can see him eyeing your body with a look of hunger.

Nope. “Okay, we need to figure this out,” You start, trying to push the horny thoughts out of your mind. Farleigh sighs and rolls back onto his side, facing you.

“What’s there to figure out?” He asks, making it sound so simple. You stare at him blankly and blink a few times.

“Are you- Oh my God,” You hold your head in your hands.

“You’re overcomplicating this. We hooked up. Are you familiar with that term?” He pokes you in the side and you bat his hand away.

“Shut up,” You roll your eyes. “Farleigh. It means something when you have sex with someone, okay?” You explain matter-of-factly. He goes quiet.

“I thought you would be mature enough to realize that,” You shake your head and chuckle at your own apparent stupidity.

“For you it might have meant something,” He replies coldly. “But for me, maybe it didn’t.”

You turn back to him, genuinely taken aback by his comment. Why did it feel so special to you? You think back to last night. It was so intimate. It didn’t feel like just another hook up. He made it feel like your first time, and he’s saying that it didn’t mean anything to him??

“Right, because you just get passed around, so it all starts to feel the same at some point,” You fire back. His eyes turn dark.

“Wow, fuck you too,” He says under his breath. “You’re just like everyone else. You’re just fucking shallow, not capable of seeing someone as more than just a hole,” You reply, your voice seething with anger as you climb off the bed and go to search for your clothes on the floor.

“Jesus, that’s not true,” Farleigh exclaims, but you shake your head as you step into your underwear and your shorts.

He sits up and watches you walk to the door once you’re dressed. You open it and turn back to look at him one more time before shutting it behind you.

You don’t realize the tears pooling in your eyes until you’re alone in the hallway. You begin the walk back to your room, ignoring the fact that your legs are a bit unsteady and your back still aches.

Are you just being a stupid, delusional girl who caught feelings for someone after a one night stand? You could usually just leave someone's room after sleeping with them and never speak to them again back at Oxford, but with Farleigh, it’s different. You wanted it to mean something. You try to push down your feelings and forget about last night, but it’s nearly impossible. All you can do is try your best to ignore him.

The past three nights, there’s been a pattern. You and Farleigh ignore each other the whole day, avoid each other at all costs, and then late at night when no one else is awake, he leaves his door open for you and you creep into his room, which eventually leads to you two fucking or doing something of the sort.

Of course, you two never talked anything out or solved any problems. You don’t know why you went back to him. You were trying to be nonchalant and independent, but you obviously failed at that. You want to hate him, but your craving for his touch and his body overrides all of your logical judgment.

And every night you tell yourself that it’s the last time. But you just keep coming back for more and he welcomes you with open arms.

Tonight at dinner, you act like he’s not there at all, like a ghost is in his place, and he does the same. You don’t even glance in each other's direction.

“So, the party is tomorrow night. Your friend is arriving during the day, correct?” Elspeth glances at you and you nod in response.

“Yes. She’s just taking the train and then getting a cab, I think.” You take a nibble of your bread.

“Remind me of her name again, darling,” Elspeth asks. “Oh, it’s Lola.” You smile and she presses a hand to her chest. “Oh, I love that name. So beautiful.”

Felix clears his throat. “I didn’t know you were inviting Lola,” He says. You look over to him and it seems that he is pleased with this information.

“Yeah. Sorry, I forgot to tell you,” You pat him on the shoulder. Farleigh sighs loudly and your eyes dart over to him before returning to Felix.

“It’s alright. I quite like Lola,” He smiles and you grin, thinking of how happy Lola will be to hear this information.

“Because you fucked her?” Farleigh says abruptly and Elspeth coughs. “Farleigh,” Sir James hisses.

“Jesus Christ, mate,” Felix shakes his head and looks down.

You awkwardly sit there in the silence, eyeing Farleigh from across the table. “No, I like Lola because she’s kind, funny.. She’s smart, too,” Felix finally says.

“Whatever,” Farleigh rolls his eyes and you can’t help but snicker. What’s his problem?

“You should ask Lola out. I think she really likes you, too.” You nudge him and lower your voice as a different conversation begins at the table.

“Does she?” He raises his eyebrows and his eyes light up. “Felix, she’s had a crush on you since like… our first year,” You explain. His face turns a red shade.

It’s weird to see Felix be so nervous over a girl. To him, all girls are the same, just little accessories for him to show off. But maybe Lola was an exception, the one girl he might actually care about.

“Well, I look forward to seeing her.” You can see that his smile doesn’t fade even after your conversation ends.

Later that night, you end up in Farleigh’s bed, sticking to the usual routine. You snuck into his room at one in the morning, which was the time you found everyone else was already asleep. Now you could guess that it’s maybe around two as you lay next to him, your naked body covered by the expensive sheets, staring up at the ceiling.

“You don’t think anybody could hear us, right?” You ask softly. The last thing you need is for Felix or, really, any one of the Cattons to find out about you and Farleigh’s situationship.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit late to be asking that?” You look up to see that stupid smirk. His face is illuminated by a slice of moonlight streaming in through the window, and he looks angelic. You can see the gold flecks in his eyes. He has a point, since you two have been doing this for four nights now.

“They definitely did. But no one has said anything yet,” He sighs and wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You smile at the feeling of his skin against yours and close your eyes.

“Do you think Felix would be mad?” You ask. He plays with a strand of your hair, threading it through his fingers slowly. “Why would he be?” He questions.

“Cause we’re best friends and you’re his cousin,” You explain, wondering why it isn’t obvious to him.

He tilts his head down to you. “Best friends?” He raises an eyebrow and you roll your eyes. “I don’t know.” You shrug. You assume he’s referring to you and Felix’s little fight.

“Did he really say those things about me?” You ask, sitting up slightly. “You ask a lot of questions,” He groans.

“No, answer me,” You respond while narrowing your eyes. “I might have… made some of it up?” He trails off, his tone making it almost sound like a question. You grab a pillow quickly and hit him over the head with it.

“Farleigh! You little shit!” He shields his face with his hands and laughs. “It’s not funny,” You sit back and cross your arms. He finally peeks out from behind his hands and shrugs. “I mean, was I wrong? He said it eventually, I just sped up the process,” He bites his lip to keep back a grin, but you see it in his eyes.

“Whatever.” You shake your head before laying back down.

“If it makes you feel any better, I only said that stuff because I know how it feels,” Farleigh says, his voice softer than before. “After all these years, I’ve figured out how he thinks. How they all think,” He explains.

You tilt your head as he continues. “They pity me. They only keep me around because they feel bad for me and everything that happened with my mom,” You feel a pang in your chest. You always knew this, but you still feel bad for Farleigh. In a way, you can relate.

“Just look around. I don’t fit in. But I try to,” The room falls silent and all you hear is both of your breathing.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper. He shakes his head. “It’s fine. What I’m trying to say is, I understand you.” He says it almost hesitantly, and you know it’s because he’s not used to being vulnerable with anyone.

“Thank you,” You take his hand in yours and squeeze it gently. He looks down at your hand and then back up at you, and you can see the gears turning in his head. Then, he withdraws his hand and turns over. “Goodnight,” He mutters.

You sigh and turn over so your back is to his. Why does he do that? It’s like he can’t make up his mind. Does he want to be vulnerable or does he want to pretend that he’s emotionless?

It’s a big turn out at the party, as per usual. You recognize a few people from college, mostly Felix’s friends. Everyone else is most likely family friends of the Cattons or at least acquaintances. You can’t even comprehend how one could invite so many people to a party. You’re not even sure you could name twenty friends off the top of your head.

You and Lola step outside, navigating through the large throng of people, gently shoving past and muttering the occasional ‘excuse me!’ ever so often. She arrived earlier today, shortly after lunch, and was greeted warmly by Elspeth and the rest of the family. Elspeth called her beautiful several times and seemed to really enjoy Lola’s company. Felix was hanging around them, joining the conversation every now and then, and you noticed how Lola’s face burned a deep red shade everytime they made eye contact with each other. You told Lola about Felix’s little crush on her, and she started jumping and giggling like a schoolgirl. She couldn’t believe it.

You inhale the fresh air, no longer trapped among the crowd of sweaty, writhing bodies inside. There are still many people outside, but less concentrated. Some people lay on the grass, while others stand and take sips of their drinks, as the footmen pace around, carrying platters of various cocktails, wines, and hors d'oeuvres. You glance around, taking in the dark landscape colored by large torches of fire and glitters of sparkly dresses catching in the neon lights.

“Wow. This looks like a movie,” Lola grins and looks around. “They really know how to throw a party,” She remarks. You nod in agreement. “They do, don’t they?”

She pauses and squints while glancing about. “Have you seen Felix?” She asks. You knew the question was coming. You raise an eyebrow and shake your head. “No. I bet he’ll turn up at some point, though.”

You both sit down on a nearby bench, peacefully observing the scenery. Lola turns to you. “Hey, you know who I think you would be cute with?” She nudges you with her arm and you sigh, preparing yourself for what she’s going to say. “Who?” You ask.

“Farleigh.” She says. You swallow nervously, attempting not to show whatever reaction you’re having to his name. “Oh. Umm, no.” You shake your head aggressively and she laughs. You can feel your face heating up and you curse internally. “Why are you getting so flustered?” She quirks an eyebrow and narrows her eyes suspiciously.

“I’m not,” You quickly look away, turning your face away from her. “Dude, the chemistry you two have is insane.” Lola whistles and you turn back to her. “He’s annoying,” You roll your eyes, half faking your disdain.

“You know, I’ve never told you this, but I feel obligated to now,” She scoots closer to you, and your curiosity peaks. “Hm?”

“So, back in… When was it? First year, first term. Oxford. Farleigh came by our dorm once, and he seemed very… concerned.” She begins, and she seems concentrated on recalling all the details. You don’t know where this is going.

“It was a Sunday morning, so of course we had gone out the night before. When he couldn’t find you anywhere, he walked all the way to our dorm, which is, mind you, on the other side of the campus from where he lived at the time.” She explains. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Why was he looking for me?” You question.

“I don’t know. That’s the thing. He wouldn’t really tell me much, he was just asking if you had come home after the club. Which you hadn’t yet, so I told him no. He just seemed very worried for someone who claimed to hate you so much,” Lola laughs quietly to herself and plays with a piece of her hair.

“Oh.” You look down at your lap and process the information Lola has just given you. “I think he cares about you more than he lets on,” She tells you with a lowered voice and another playful nudge.

Felix spots the two of you from a distance and waves, jogging over. He smiles and dips his head to Lola, then to you.

“Hello, you two. Looking stunning tonight,” He observes your dresses, but especially Lola’s. His eyes linger on her for a second too long, and you notice.

“Why thank you,” You reply politely, raising your glass of wine to him before taking a sip. “Is that one of Venetia’s dresses?” Felix gestures to your elegant black dress. “Yes. She let me borrow it,” You answer. “Well, it looks great on you,” He nods and smiles.

“Lola, would you like to walk with me?” He asks, turning to Lola. She nods quickly, eagerly. “Yes, please. Let’s go,” She gives you an excited glance as she steps forward, Felix taking her hand in his, and they walk off together. You watch with envy. Although you claim to not want a boyfriend, it would still be nice to not be left alone at parties.

Sometime later, you find yourself in a pleasant conversation with a man by the name of Damien. He seems kind and genuine, and he’s actually interesting. He has a personality, surprisingly, and good humor. You both stand by the staircase, chatting it up and discussing all things school and personal life. Although Farleigh is at the back of your mind, and you haven’t seen him all night, you try not to care. You know that you aren’t actually in a relationship with him, so you can talk to all the men you want.

“Yeah, and that’s what I told them. You have to look at it from a different perspective. That’s what philosophy is all about, really.” Damien explains, and you nod enthusiastically. “Right. Exactly,” You suddenly feel a presence behind you and then a strong grasp on your arm.

“I’m so sorry man, she’s had way too much to drink tonight. I should probably help her up to bed.” You hear Farleigh’s voice and you turn to look up at him. The fuck is he doing? You’ve had a whopping total of one drink tonight, a single glass of red wine. What is he on about?

Damien raises his eyebrows. “She seems fine to me, mate.” He tilts his head and glances back and forth between you and Farleigh. You can’t help but notice he’s significantly shorter than Farleigh.

“She’s not, but thank you! Have a good night,” Farleigh replies with a bit of sass in his voice as he drags you away, causing you to stumble after him as he leads you up the stairs. Damien watches you two leave with a puzzled expression.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You hiss angrily, some people side eyeing you as you pass by. “Saving you from that boring conversation,” He replies, eventually pushing open a door to one of the guest rooms and walking in. He closes the door behind him.

“I was actually enjoying that. And I’ve only had one drink tonight, for the record.” You escape out of his grasp and step away from him. He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, looking down at you.

“Enjoying what? His knowledge about philosophy?” He scoffs and shakes his head. “At least he’s smart enough to talk about philosophy rather than the latest gossip or his most recent hook up,” You scowl back at him.

“And his outfit. He clearly has no knowledge on fashion,” He chuckles and sighs shortly after. You don’t laugh.

“What do you want from me?” You question, narrowing your eyes. “Nothing.” He shrugs nonchalantly.

Realization clicks in your head as a smile tugs at your lips. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” You say. He freezes and you know you’ve just read him like a book. “Farleigh Start is jealous,” You say in a sing song voice and his gaze falters down to the floor. “Shut up,” He groans.

“You avoid me all day, all evening, and then you want me when it’s convenient for you, but you don’t want me to speak to another man?” You feel yourself getting more and more heated with rage with each word. You feel all the emotions you buried coming to the surface. “And not only that, you’re just emotionally unavailable! All you care about is–” You huff angrily, dropping your hands to your side.

“You can’t have it both ways. Make up your fucking mind.” You watch as his eyes widen at your words. “I’m not playing your stupid games anymore, Farleigh. Either decide what you want or leave me the fuck alone.” Your harsh words hang in the air between you and you let out a breath, looking down towards the ground. Lola’s words from earlier linger in your head and it makes you even more confused.

“I mean, am I stupid for thinking we had something?” You ask, throwing your hands up and looking at him expectantly. “Yes.” He replies flatly. You’ve never felt the urge to slap him across his face as strong as right now. “We were never a thing. Not even a concept. We never will be.” He says, resting his head back on the wall.

“So you just used me for my body? Is that all you wanted?” Your heart races with fury. He can’t even look you in the eye as you talk, he continues to look down at the wooden floor. “I hate you,” The words escape your lips before you can think about it. Suddenly, his eyes flick back to yours and he scoffs.

“You don’t hate me when I’m inside you,” He remarks smugly, a grin on his face despite the serious situation. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You exclaim angrily after registering his response.

You decide to go back to the door, and just as you’re about to turn the knob, he speaks.

“You know what I think?” Farleigh says, his voice dark and cold, and you can already tell he is about to say something ruthless. “What? Please, tell me.” You turn around to face him, your vision blurry with tears.

“I think that you’re a slut who finally got the attention she wanted, and then when a whole relationship didn’t come with it, she blames everyone except for herself.” He takes a step closer to you, attempting to assert dominance with his height. He leans down as he lowers his voice, his dark eyes intense and cold. “But it is her fault, because she expects a fucking fairytale romance, but she’ll never get it, because those don’t exist. But she’s happy to play along and get fucked like the dumb slut she is.”

You think that you actually stop breathing for a second. His words slice through you like cold knives and his gaze pierces into yours. You inhale shakily and raise your finger, pointing at him.

“You’re a piece of shit, Farleigh. I wish we never met,” You blink and the tears overflow, streaming down your cheeks. White hot hatred built up over the years pours out of you and into your voice. He seems taken aback by your words as regret and guilt swim in his eyes. He remains silent as you twist the doorknob, swing the door open, walk out, then promptly slam it behind you.

You walk to your bedroom as fast as you can, trying to avoid the glances and whispers as you pass by. You’re sure you look a mess, you can feel the mascara streaking down your face with every tear that drops from your eyes. You open the door to your room, hoping to not find a random couple fucking on your bed. Luckily, it’s completely empty as you step inside and close the door behind you, locking it.

You try to tune out the loud bass echoing throughout the walls as you climb onto your bed, helplessly sobbing with your head in your hands. You want to text Lola, but you know she’s probably having fun with Felix. You wonder if Venetia has her phone on her. Nevermind, you think. It’s probably best to just suffer on your own and let everyone else enjoy themselves tonight.

It’s not like you can tell anyone about what’s happening. No one is even supposed to know about you and Farleigh. How are you going to survive the rest of the summer with him around at all times? You know you can avoid him. It’s just going to be difficult. But you’re willing to do whatever it takes because that was the last straw for you. It’s really over this time, and you promise yourself you won’t fall back into his trap.

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farleigh start ☆

pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader

contents: smoking, sexual tension, farleigh being yet again an arrogant cunt, fingering, littleeee bit of degrading but for the most part there’s praise, farleigh’s slightly toxic, dom farleigh, situationship type relationship

synopsis: you and farleigh share a cigarette on the staircase.

a/n: farleigh lives in my mind rent free 24/7, for my bby @uch3na

there’s something so chilling and unnerving about the saltburn corridors at night, everything appeared so much more closed in. felix would usher you to come to saltburn with him every summer, and you always declined. however, this year you gave in. you constantly got lost within the house, always walking loops around the castle. unfortunately, you couldn’t sleep and felt antsy—so you decided to explore the manor. as you slowly creak open your door, you poke your head out and look around. when you’ve confirmed no one is awake, you tiptoe across the polished floors, bumping into several obscuring objects in your way due to the darkness. you walk past a room before stepping back and looking through the cracked door.

the lamp was still on inside, and it only occurs to you when you gloss over the posters on the walls that it’s farleigh’s bedroom. you immediately step back, afraid he would catch you in his door. but you realized he wasn’t in his room at all, in fact he was behind you staring you down.

“what are you doing?” his voice is low and sultry which causes you to jump back and yelp, holding a hand up to your chest. “holy fuck, farleigh—you scared me.” you whisper, worried about waking up the cattons. he’s sitting on top of one of the many staircases in the home, a cigarette between his fingers (as always)

“you stalking me or something?” he asks with a raised brow. you cross your arms, not impressed by his joke. “no, i was just—” you trip up on your words for a moment, distracted by his intense glare. “i couldn’t sleep.”

farleigh looks at you up and down, a thin line of smoke flowing out of his mouth. “so you decided to come to my room instead?” of course, he flipped the narrative to make it seem like you were purposely looking for him. his voice was laced with arrogance, a smirk plastered on his lips. “you cheeky minx,” he mutters as he draws out another exhale from his cigarette. you roll your eyes, tugging at your sleep shorts that were a little bit too small to your liking. farleigh’s eyes darts down to your smooth legs, an intrigued look on his face. the blue moonlight lit the side of his face perfectly, just enough for you to make out his expression shifting.

you dig the balls of your heels deeper into the cold floor, slightly nervous from him examining you. you walk over to the railing, sitting down on the step next to him. farleigh leans over to your shoulder, offering his cigarette to you. you stare up him for a moment before taking it from his fingers, sighing when you feel the cold menthol flavor on your tongue. “you sleep in those clothes?” he asks with a soft judgmental tone while sliding his hand across the soft fabric of your shorts, almost groping at your ass. you groan, rolling your eyes in response. “i didn’t know i packed my old clothes. they obviously don’t fit me, farleigh.” you smack his hand away, turning to look out of the large window. the view of the garden is enchanting and gorgeous, almost beautiful enough to distract you from farleigh inching closer to you.

“mhm, yeah. you look sexy in it though.” you snap your head at him, brows slightly raised from his confident remark. he looks at you funny, shrugging his shoulders innocently as a way of saying “what?” your friendship—well, situationship with him was definitely something. you hated that term, situationship. it felt so condescending to you, just like a more loose term for fuck buddies. farleigh didn’t like when you got too friendly with other guys, he made that known to you because every time he caught you with another boy, he would take you back to his dorm and fuck you dumb. but, for some reason when he would talk and flirt with other girls, you weren’t allowed to do anything about it. and as much as you wanted to tear away from the grasp he had on you, you simply couldn’t. you’d find your way back to him eventually, and he knew that.

ever since you arrived at saltburn, farleigh has made sure that he annoyed you in every way he could, keeping you on your toes as much as possible. for example, during breakfast this morning his hand kept riding up your dress, fingers dancing across your panties teasingly—and during events, he would bounce his leg up and down with you in his lap, his knee rutting up against your pussy. the way he would tease you drove you insane because although he touched you, he never fully went through with it. he didn’t fuck you, finger you, or eat you out even though he would initiate the heavy situation.

“what are you thinking about?” he asks, his chin resting on your shoulder. he’s looking at you, chestnut eyes burning into yours. you hum, passing the cigarette back to him. “just about how much of an ass you are.” you reply with a bitter tone. farleigh tilts his head to the side and you feel him breaking into a smile even though your head was turned away. “it’s not funny.” you groan in annoyance. his hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you close. “it’s a little bit funny.” your leg bounces up and down, a nervous habit you had developed from all the stress you endured at oxford. it’s silent for a while, the sounds of crickets chirping and the soft patter of rain outside filling the long halls. “you keep teasing me, far.” you mumble, ashamed at how needy you sounded right now. he chuckles lowly, kissing your neck. “how so?”

his voice is quiet but somehow it still makes your insides turn and your thighs close tighter. farleigh seems to notice this slight movement and it gets a rise out of him. he smirks mischievously before shifting over on the stairs, moving so your back was now pressed against his chest. “c’mon then. tell me, princess.” he whispers in your ear. his voice is smooth like velvet, yet low and coarse. you watch as a layer of smoke evaporates over your head, then he puts his cigarette out against the cream colored tiles. “elspeth will freak if she finds your ashes on the floor.” you rasped in an attempt to advert the conversation. farleigh clicks his tongue, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. “i’ll just blame it on felix.” you feel the warmth radiating off of him, a slight tent in his pajama pants against your ass. farleigh presses a wet kiss on your neck before peppering a few more down tenderly.

“farleigh,” you breathe out. you let out a small moan, lulling your head back on his shoulder. he looks down at you with predator eyes, a half-lidded stare boring into yours. you moan out his name again, trying to get his attention but his hands are roaming further down your body. “farleigh, not here.” you whisper. he groans, letting out a quiet growl. “yes here, just be good f’me, baby.” you watch as his large hands settle on your hips, his fingers probing at the band of your shorts. slowly, he pulls them down your legs, sliding his fingers between your folds against your clothed pussy. you gasp softly, shifting in his arms nonstop. “you’re soaked through your panties. you like me that much, huh?” he taunts arrogantly.

you felt so sensitive right now, yearning for his touch. he continues to spread his big hands across your stomach, inching closer and closer to your dripping cunt. you twitch from anticipation, needy and desperate in his hands. “oh god, stop it.” you hiss. he pokes his head up, lips parted slightly. “uh-uh, say please.” his hand stops traveling down and you whine in response. a quiet groan escapes your lungs when you realize farleigh wants to hear you beg for him. of course, you’re just as stubborn as he is so you stay quiet at first—trying to prove to him that he didn’t have as much control over you that he thought he did. “say it.” his voice is a bit louder now, more clear with a harsher tone. you bite down on your bottom lip and scoff at his demands.

“i know you’ve been touching yourself to me.” this makes you freeze, and your bratty attitude drops for a split second. and while yes, it was true—you didn’t know he knew about it, which was even more embarrassing. your face heats up quickly, your body feeling like jelly against his large frame. “imagine how much better i can make you feel.” his voice is driven with lust, eyes dark with ardor. you turn your head away, rubbing against his hard dick with a pout on your face. you sigh out of frustration before whimpering a quiet “please,” but he still doesn’t seem satisfied. “what did you say?” he asks hauntingly—his hand resting on your chin and moving your face so you’re looking up at him. you feel your insides coiling in anticipation and frustration all at once. he was such a bitch but you liked it.

“farleigh—” you go to protest.

“nonono, let me hear it.” he interrupts. “please,” you beg instantly, you can't wait anymore, you need him now. farleigh grins, planting a kiss on your parted lips before pulling off your panties down to your ankles. you wince slightly from the cold air hitting your bare skin, gasping when his thumb circles your swollen clit. his fingertips ghost past your dripping slit, drawing a quiet cry from you. his touch is slow and sensual in a way that makes you dissolve further into him. you think that if his arms weren't holding you up, you'd fall right down the steps. his finger probe at your wet hole, sliding it in with a lewd squelching sound. your back arches slightly, hips stuttering upwards against his slender hands. you whine and cry out softly as his finger curls up, sliding in and out of your cunt mercilessly. you try to keep quiet, terrified of felix walking out of his room and seeing farleigh fingering you into oblivion.

“let me hear your pretty little voice, baby,” he mumbles into your neck. you shake your head, pressing your lips into a thin line to suppress your moans. then, farleigh dips in another finger, stretching you out. you pant and sigh, running your hand up to his face then to his curls. you softly tug on them, grinding against his fingers with a stuttered jerk of your hips. “fuck, you’re such a bitch.” you whine. “you love that, don’t you?” he chuckles back in return. you don’t have to see him to know that he had a wide grin plastered on his face right now, you can hear it. although the summer heat was decently cooler at night, the air seemed hotter around you now. your skin is coated in a thin layer of sweat, lips wet and red from you biting down on it. you throw your head back as soon as his thumb grazes past your sensitive clit again. farleigh sighs at the sight, seeming to get off from you whining and tearing up under his hold.

farleigh pushes his fingers deeper inside your walls, running his other hand on your waist up to play with your tits. your shirt slightly slips off your shoulders which causes you to shudder from the tickling feeling. farleigh keeps his deliberate pace, taunting you. he breathes in your scent, lining wet kisses along your shoulder with ease. “farleigh, go faster.” you moan out, he clicks his tongue, narrowing his head further into your neck. you groan, “please,” and he obeys surprisingly. his fingers speed up as his hands massage your breasts softly—drawing a choked sob from your throat. eventually, his hand from your chest moves away back down to your clit, rubbing at it roughly. your breath hitches, back arching into him. you slowly feel a overwhelming sensation over your body, dazing you out like an intense high. you can barely keep your eyes open when he starts spitting out dirty words into your ear. “such a slut,” he sputters out, “you’re lucky you’re fucking gorgeous.”

you roll your hips into his hand, increasing the pleasurable ache between your legs. farleigh sees your desperate attempt and decides to rapidly slide his fingers in and out of you at a more ragged pace. you mutter a string of curses, his name following after in a lewd moan. your hand reaches down to his, trying to stop his intense motions. in an instant, farleigh grabs your wrist and presses it back down against the floor. now, his hand is on top of yours, holding it tightly. you try to close your legs but you realize his legs are over yours, trapping you down. you couldn’t wiggle your way out of his grasp either, he was far too big and strong.

farleigh watched as you squirmed and cried, his fingers performing a vigorous rate against your dripping pussy. and for a moment, everything goes completely blank. it feels like you’re drifting for a second, stars glazed over your eyes. it feels like a rope being split inside your body, you squirt all over his fingers witha piercing moan—a moan loud enough to wake up the entire house. “oh fuck!” you cry out. you try to catch your breath, basking in the silence. farleigh hums, satisfied with your reaction. you feel your gummy walls spasming around his long fingers, “you’re such a whore, y’know that?” he asks. you roll your eyes, the hand in his hair falters back down to your abdomen slowly and you lean your head away from his arm, staring down at his hand still pumping in and out of your pussy slowly. farleigh pulls his hand away from your hole with a pop. you hear him licking at his fingers behind you loudly. he wants you to know that he's a fucking perv. and as much as you want to hate it, it only makes your knees weaker.

his other hand that is on top of your much smaller one loosens, but he's still making sure your fingers are intertwined with his. farleigh untangles his legs from yours, tilting your head up to make eye contact with him. he smiles, eyes glinting from the moonlight. he kisses you, a delicate and tender kiss at that—you taste yourself on his tongue.

when he pulls away from your soft lips, he looks at you up and down. he bites down on his bottom lip, a slightly depraved look on his face. you turn away shyly, grabbing your shorts and underwear from the stairs, stumbling slightly forward. as you get up, you feel an abrupt slap on your ass. you look down in shock, frowning at farleigh underneath you. he grins widely, leaning back on his hands to get a better view up your loose shirt. your face quickly heats up at his lust-driven stare. you pull down your shirt to cover your butt then carefully step past him to find your way back to your room. in the far distance, you hear him laughing.

“goodnight!” he shouts out. you wince at how loud he was, patting the back of your hand against your forehead to wipe off the faint sweat on your skin. you no longer felt the need to go wander, you were just tired.

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𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋

kofun ☆

pairing: kofun x fem!reader

contents: reader has vision, softdom kofun, praising, massaging, eye contact, size kink, kofun being gentle with you

synopsis: kofun comes to see you after his training.

a/n: all i’ve been thinking about for the past week is season 2 episode 6 where kofun’s getting deoowwwnnnn with sibeth (gag i know) so i had to write this, also this is kinda ass and short but wtv

it’s dark out, the quiet wind breezing through your cracked windows. you were getting ready to go to bed, changing into your velvet worn out night gown. your whole body ached in discomfort from all the labor you had done earlier. you were out hunting and had ridden far to the outskirts of town for food. before you could climb into bed, you hear a loud knock outside the cabin. you lived quite distant from any near by towns, so you never expected anybody to show up to your cabin in the middle of the night. interested, you walk out your room and pad over to the window—peaking your head out. your face instantly lights up as soon as you see your boyfriend outside, arms crossed in front of his chest.

you quickly unlock the door, melting into his embrace when he reaches out to you. “hey princess.” he whispers in your ear. his hand strokes down your back, smiling into your neck. “you missed me?” he asks. you nod, opening the door and letting him in.

he kicks off his boots then removes his thick coat. you hold onto his pinkie, leading him past the kitchen and into your bedroom. your room is dimly lit with a lantern in the corner, a few candles off to the side. as the two of you sit on the edge of the mattress, you realize his calloused hand had a huge cut running across his palm. “oh my god,” you gasp, picking up his large hand and examining it closely. he lets out a chuckle, shaking his head in response. “i got cut during training.” he adds. you frown at him and brush his disheveled curls away from his face. “you’ve been training nonstop recently. aren’t you tired?”

kofun hums, staring down at your much smaller hand in his. “i’m okay baby,” he mumbles, but you can tell he isn’t because of the dark circles under his eyes, the way his voice was more monotone and dry, he hasn’t been keeping up with his appearance as well either. you ponder for a while before scooting back on the cot behind him. kofun turns, raising a brow. your hands find their way to his shoulders, slowly massaging his tense arms. “relax, you deserve this.” you say as you press a kiss on his cheek. you hear him sighing, leaning into your soft touch. you took your time, working out the tension and knots. you enjoyed these tender moments with him, he always gave you princess treatment and you wanted to give something back in return.

as you continued to work your way down his tall frame, you pull him closer down the bed, his back resting against the pillows. you crawl over to him, straddling his lap. kofun looked down at you, intrigued with what you were doing. your hands left his shoulders and settled onto your side. “you should relieve your stress,” you mutter as you unbutton his vest and shirt. he doesn’t protest—only watching silently when you continue to undress him. he then pulls off his trousers, planting kisses down your neck. you feel kofun’s hand slide under your dress and up to your waist—his erection rutting up against your clothed pussy.

“oh, fuck…” he breathes out as his hands travel up to your plump breasts. you pull on the waist band of his boxers, dragging them off his legs. you quickly follow after to take off your panties, moaning into his kisses. he pulls away from the kiss when your hand presses up against his chest to push him down into the plush of the mattress. he lays there, eyes wandering all over your body. “let me take care of you, kofun.” you speak softly. he whimpers in protest, but is kept down with you in his lap. you slip your dress over your head to expose your bare body. his eyes drop to your pussy, your breasts, then back up to make eye contact with you.

there’s a flame in his eyes, fueled with passion and love. you drop down to kiss him again, your hands pressed against his face. he grabs the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. it’s slow and gentle, his tongue sliding in your mouth with ease. his lips are plush and soft against yours. kofun lets out a trail of “mhm’s”, his dick still hard with anticipation.

a lewd string of saliva breaks when you pull away from his pink lips. your hand reaches down to his thick cock, a glob of precum spewing out on his thick tip. your hand runs up and down his dick, slightly edging him on. “ah—fuck, c’mon.” he whines. “i need to feel you, baby.”

you bite on your bottom lip, rubbing his tip against the entrance of your wet cunt. he moans at sudden feeling, lulling his head back into the pillows. slowly, you sink down onto his tip, letting his thick cock stretch you out. kofun instantly picks his head back up to watch his dick seeping into you. you whine when you feel the sharp pain in your stomach slowly turning into pleasure. when you finally adjust to his full length, you start rolling your hips—arching your back. you press your chest against his. you feel his arms snake around your waist, large hands gripping at your ass. kofun snaps his hips up, helping you ride him out roughly. after a while, he realizes your steady pace is slowing down from exhaustion. he had a much higher sex drive compared to you, and you hated that. kofun plunges deeper into your pussy, moving your hips up and down with his hands. your mind is cloudy with lust, vision blurry from tears forming in your eyes.

“mm, kofun—i can’t.. i can’t do it.” you cry out. he shakes his head, kissing your cheek and wiping a stray tear on your cheek. “yes you can, princess. you can do it,” he continues to fuck you dumb, groaning and praising sweet words into your ear. you straighten up from his chest, grabbing onto the overhead bar of the bed. as you bounce up and down on his thick girth, kofun takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking on the sensitive bud. the overwhelming sensation of his tongue on your tits and the relentless rhythm in his hips fuzzes your mind. his dick was splitting through your tight cunt, filling you to the brim. you try to suppress your moans, but fail miserably everytime. the curve of his dick continues to hit against your gummy walls mercilessly. “you’re doing so good f’me. that’s it baby, that’s it.” he chants below you.

his constant praises only ignites the fire in your core more and more. missing the absent feeling of his lips—you shift in his hold and take his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it. kofun’s pace is fast, but gentle. he was so much larger compared to you, and you loved it. your fingers work their way up to his curls, slightly tugging on them. his dick suddenly hits the sensitive back wall of your pussy causing you to let out a loud cry. you chant his name over and over, his fingers digging into your waist. “you like that?” he mutters as his fingers find their way to your swollen clit. he massages circles on the bud, chuckling when you start shaking in his arms.

kofun licks at your neck, a choked groan leaving his lungs. your hips starts to stutter against his cock when he quickens the pace against your clit. you sob and plead when he pounds into your pussy. he loved the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he loved seeing you hypnotized and blabbering about how much you needed him on his dick. your cunt squeezes, spamming and tightening around him, a white ring of cum at the base of his cock. the wet sounds of your pussy and skin slapping on skin fills the room—his praises and moans increasing in volume with each thrust. kofun stiffens when you tense up, indicating that he’s near his release. out of desperation, you pick up your hips and bounce frantically on him to chase your climax. “oh fuck! kofun, baby—i’m close.” you peer your head up to look at him for reassurance. he meets your eyes, his gaze softening in yours. “yea? you’re so fucking beautiful.” he growls into your skin, his grip on the back of your neck tightening.

suddenly, you feel an electric shock run through your body—releasing a euphoric feeling of pure bliss over yourself. and soon after, kofun comes with a strained moan, milking himself inside of you with a fuzzy warmth that makes you dig your nails into his shoulders. you softly bounce up and down in his lap, riding out the ecstasy. the small room is filled with panting and breathing. you lift up your hips, his thick cock slipping out of you with a pop. you groan at the absent ache between your legs, your pussy raw and dripping with fluids. you fall limp into his chest, nuzzling your face into his neck. kofun softly chuckles above you before planting a gentle kiss at the crown of your head. he runs his hand up and down the divot of your back to comfort you. “you did so well,” he says with adoration. you look up, humming in response before kissing his jaw.

he smiles at you, pulling the blanket up to cover your bare spine. “i love you so much.” his voice laced with devotion.

“i love you more.” you reply.

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☆ advocate: farleigh start

☆ rubies: farleigh start

☆ keep up: farleigh start

☆ euphoria: farleigh start

☆ tell me something: farleigh start

☆ dead of night: farleigh start

☆ serenade (part 1): farleigh start

☆ midnight answer: farleigh start

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☆ accelerate: jann mardenborough

☆ finish line: jann mardenborough

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☆ yearning: kai

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☆ tranquil: kofun

[ludicdoll]

PLEASEEE LORDDD HAVE MERCY ON ME😭😭🙏

okay but like here me out 😛🤞🏻 so you and Farleigh have been like broken up for a while and during a saltburn dinner he was accidentally sat in front of you and keeps saying like snarky comments and then like you finaly snap and ask to be excused to go to the bathroom buy in reality you actually go to the garden to smoke a cigarette (you started to smoke after the break up for like a comping mechanicim) and then he like follows you to the garden and you guys have a small argument/confrontation about something and it ends up with like him confusing he wants you back and a bunch of smut like BIGG SMUT (hope that made sence also I'm like really embarrassing writing this so also sorry for it being so long 😛😛)

𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ꣑୧

| pairing: farleigh x afab reader (readers race isn’t specified, you can imagine anything)

| warnings: angst (kinda throughout), smoking, cussing, confrontation, kissing, sliiiight slut shaming (?), confessing, smut, farleigh eating reader out, size kink (?), praise, soft mdom farleigh, missionary, sleep after

| a/n: this request made my toes curl so i literally had to write it… (i changed the dinner scene to a pub scene, i hope you still like it 😅🙏)

‘i could never hate you baby…’

you and farleigh had been together for a few years before you decided to end things with him. yeah you loved the man with everything in your being, but, why wouldn’t you? he was perfect for you. he was tall, handsome, stylish, and charming. what could you want more from a man?

and if you’re being fully honest, he wasn’t the reason you broke up with him. it was you. you just didn’t feel like you deserved him. and you hated yourself for doing that to him. it broke your heart to watch the way his smile slowly dropped as you broke the news to him. rewind to about 10 minutes before farleigh was expected to pick you up from your dorm to head down to the pub and hang out for one of your friends’ birthday. you couldn’t think of any other time to tell him so it was a now or never situation for you. when you heard a knock on your door followed by his voice calling out your name your heartbeat got faster. you walked up to the door and opened it to be greeted with farleigh’s smiling face. he has two party hats in his afro to be festive for your friends’ birthday party. he tried to lean down to give you a kiss but you stopped him by bracing your hands on his shoulders.

he pulled back, looking at you with a confused face. you pulled your hands back down to your side and avoided eye contact with him; guilt creeping up on you. “is- is something wrong?” he whispers softly as he reaches down to tilt your chin up with his pointer finger. he moved his hand to caress your cheek before you gently grabbed his hand and moved it off of your face. “can i tell you something?” you mutter while looking down at your feet. despite you already pushing him away twice, farleigh still put his hands on your arms — rubbing his thumbs over them to try and calm you down. he’s known you for a long time and can tell when you aren’t fully there.

“of course you can, why wouldn’t you be able to?” he replied. his voice just slightly shaking like he was scared what you were gonna tell him. “promise not to hate me…?” you mumble out. your vision starts to go blurry as tears form in your eyes from all the emotions happening at once. he looks at you confused, swallowing hard before finally answering your question. “i could never hate you baby…”

he lied.

after the breakup, you and farleigh never really interacted much. sure there would be a few glances here and there — but that was about it. the only reason you would ever see each other was because you’re best friends with his cousin; felix catton. he’s actually the whole reason you dated in the first place. he set the two of you up. he would always make sure that you and farleigh were seated next to each other whenever you and your friends would go to the pub.

he also invited you to come to saltburn for the summer.

great.

that means you still have to see farleigh. everyday. for 3 months straight.

fuck.

when you arrived at saltburn you were immediately greeted with felixs’ warm personality. he brought you in for a hug before ushering you to follow him into the house. when you walked in you were also met with someone who you expected to see; just not this early in the trip.

farleigh.

he was seated in a chair reading a magazine. he heard you and felix walking in the room but simply chose to ignore it and not look up. “farleigh, guess who’s here!” felix says with some umph in his voice. farleigh’s tone was quite the opposite. “and who could that be?-“ he says before looking up to see you looking at him with a shy, half smile. he paused — poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue before he stood up out of the chair. he raised his eyebrows as some way to say ‘hey’ before he turned and walked away. “you guys still not on good terms, huh mate?” felix says breaking the silence. “i… guess not.” you reply after a few seconds.

“cmon, lemme show you around.”

the first week of your summer vacation was fine. most of the time you, felix, and venitia farleigh would sometimes make an appearance would go and lounge at the pool. it was always scorching in your room and almost everytime you would walk out of your room to go to the pool, you would bump into farleigh about to do the same. and every time that happens, he’s never out there. does he actually hate you? it made your heart hurt each time he would catch you glancing at him and he would hurriedly look away. it made your eyes water each time you overhear felix asking for him to hang out and the first thing he says is ‘will she be there…?’ it made your knees weak each time you at least tried to make a conversation with him, and he would shut it down immediately.

farleigh would try his hardest to keep his distance from you. even at dinner. your first night there, felix was trying to make a plan to get you guys to at least say one thing to one another. “soo… ya heard that farleighs really into photography an’ all that?” felix suddenly spoke to you. the loudness of his voice compared to the stillness of the dining room almost made you choke on your drink. “oh..? really…” you say confused. why was he talking to me about farleigh?

farleigh froze when he heard his name being mentioned. looking up from his plate, he followed felix’s gaze on who he was talking to until his eyes met yours. you could’ve sworn for the first time in who knows how long you saw a faint twitch of his lips about to form into a smile. “yeah. i’ve recently gotten into photography.” soon enough you hear a chair scooting and feel the table slightly shake. “now if you’ll excuse me.” farleigh says in his usual sarcastic tone before he walks away to get ready for bed. you finish your meal quickly after he does, making your way to your room. when you walk in you almost immediately grab your things for a quick shower. you walk out of your bedroom and is met with farleigh about to knock on your door.

he takes a deep breath and says “i know you see what felix is trying to do. and i also know that you’re trying to go along with it. well i’m not. i don’t wanna speak to you, i don’t wanna tell you about my life… i don’t even want you here. got it?” at each emphasis of his words, his voice got slightly louder, making you flinch a bit. you felt a familiar burning in your throat as he looked down at you. you don’t even get a chance to speak before hurriedly pushed past him to make your way to the bathroom as soon as you felt tears forming in your eyes. you couldn’t let him see you like that — especially after the way you broke his heart not too long ago. you couldn’t be the weak one in this situation.

after that little incident — every time you even got a hint of farleigh being near, you would go the other direction. you didn’t wanna feel yourself damn near cry every time you saw the way he smiled when he wasn’t holding you, when he wasn’t around you, when he wasn’t thinking about you…

even during dinner. for the next few weeks, you wouldn’t utter a word at the table. you would never look up from your plate while eating. and once you were done you would clear your throat to announce that you were leaving. farleigh watched you get up to see if you would even glance at him.

nothing.

“she’s such a baby…” he scoffed out and rolled his eyes as you walked out of the dining room.

“what’s up wit’ her mate?” felix abruptly asks. “yeah she’s been awful quiet lately” elspeth (felix and venetias mother) adds on. everyone at the table including felix’s father, sir james eventually turns to look at farleigh. they all know you guys dated. but we’re all clueless on how and why you guys broke up. farleigh notices the sudden silence in the room and looks up to realize all eyes are on him. he raises his eyebrows and slightly shakes his head as a form of saying ‘what?’

a few days later, it’s 8pm and you’re laying in bed. you feel your phone buzz and see a text from felix. ‘hey. venitia, farleigh, and i are gonna go to a local pub tn. you’re coming.’

well shit. you try to ignore the fact that he said farleigh and got up to put on some new clothes. you think you should wear something cute today since you haven’t really been in the mood for doing that lately. so you grab one of your fav designed shirts, a miniskirt, some leg warmers, some red shoes and a red purse to match. you also do a half ponytail and a cute little red ribbon in your hair. you smile and twirl looking at your outfit in the mirror. but then you stop smiling. your friend asked where you got this purse the last time you wore it and for the sake of your life you can’t remember… ‘eh, it’ll come to me later.’

you meet the trio at the entrance of saltburn and by the look on farleigh’s face, felix probably didn’t tell him you were coming. you watch as his eyes scan over your outfit — and when they reach your purse he pushes his eyebrows together to make a slightly mocking face, and huffs out a laugh. you subtly look down to try and see what he’s laughing at. was something messed up about your outfit? did you put something on wrong without noticing? when your eyes finally meet your purse you freeze and realize.

farleigh got you this purse.

fuck.

you sigh heavily, wanting him to notice that you know what he’s laughing at. you walk closer to him, but then swiftly move so you can walk out of the door. when you guys make it to the pub, everyone almost instantly splits up. venetia goes to dance, felix is somewhere probably hooking up with a girl, and farleigh’s getting drinks. you’re sitting at the bar when you feel a hand tap your shoulder. you turn around and you’re met with a guy staring at you with a smile. “hey…” you say with a soft smile on your face. “hi, uh. i just wanted to say, i saw you walk in and i think you’re very beautiful.” the man has his hands at his side but is fidgeting with his button up tee. he’s very cute and soft spoken. probably a good fuck too. but you’re not worrying about that right now. you’re worried about how farleigh’s been watching your almost every move since you got here. he thinks you can’t see him, but really? he’s 6’5 and has that giant ass afro, what makes him think he’s so unnoticeable. when you and the guy get deep into a conversation, farleigh walks up to the bar beside him.

the man makes a joke and it actually makes you laugh. like a genuine laugh. farleigh was only used to hearing you laugh like that at his jokes so of course he thought you were trying to get his attention. you hear him huff out a laugh before he whispers ‘fucking slut…’ the guy you’re talking to suddenly stops making jokes and turns around to farleigh. “what did you just say?” farleigh shrugs and says “hm? nothin’.” then looks away from the man and looks at you, raising his eyebrows as a way of saying ‘hey, you.’ you squint your eyes at him as he raises his cup to his lips. he knows you heard him. he’s trying to fuck with you because he’s one of the only people who can get under your skin that easily. you would catch him glancing back and forth at you and each time he would look away, he would do that fucking smirk.

the thing that actually got to you was when farleigh tapped the guy on his shoulder and says, “hey, the people you came with told me to tell you that they’re leaving dude.” and in less than a heartbeat, the guy was gone. and you didn’t even get a chance to get his fucking number. obviously farleigh lied to him. what was wrong with him??? you stood up abruptly, snatching up your purse. “fuck you.” you spit out to farleigh before you walk out of the pub to go stand outside in the back. when you get outside you go to lean on a ledge, rubbing the temples of your head. you feel that familiar burn in your nose again as tears start to roll down your face. you grab your lighter followed with a cigarette. you didn’t really smoke as much as you do now before you and farleigh broke up. as soon as you light the cigarette and start wiping your tears, you hear the wood from the balcony of the pub creak. you turn around and you’re met with farleigh’s semi sympathetic face. it immediately turns up into a confused look when he saw you take a drag of the cigarette.

“the fuck are you doing… smoking?” he walks closer to you, grabbing your wrist. you snatch your arm back — trying to back away from him only to be stopped by the ledge. he gets closer, grabbing your wrist with one hand and taking the cigarette out with the other and throwing it on the ground. you look up at him with a certain look in your eye. one that makes him finally loosen his grip on your wrist. it was a look of hatred. something he had never seen from you. he let out a deep sigh — breaking the silence, before finally speaking out. “can we talk…?”your face slightly softens. but then you look confused. now? of all times he wants to talk to me…

“what is there to talk about?” you say before leaning back onto the ledge since he basically has you trapped underneath him. the way he’s looking down at you makes you feel some type of way. you guys haven’t been this close in forever. you see his hand slowly move up to your face, as if he was scared of you pushing him away. just like you did the last time he was this close to you. he uses his thumb to wipe a tear from your cheek that you hadn’t even known fell. “us. can we talk about us?” you crossed your arms as you avoided his strong gaze. he removes his hand from your face before shoving his hands in his pants pockets, waiting for an answer from you. “farleigh i dunno if i’m mistaken but… not too long ago you made it pretty clear that you didn’t wanna talk to me. about anything.”

“i know, i know, it’s just…” he pauses as he takes a hand from his pocket to pinch his nose bridge. “i just didn’t wanna hurt myself more.”

what? what does he mean? ‘hurt myself more’? you finally look back up at him. his eyes soften when he looks into your little doe eyes. you can’t even comprehend how much he missed looking into your eyes like this. “w-what do you mean by-“ you cut yourself off with a sniffle. “by hurt yourself more…” he removed his hand from his nose bridge when he heard you speak out. he tossed his head back before he let out a quiet groan. he’s not used to talking about his emotions like this. but you were different. different to the point that he would try new things for you. so he had to answer your question. “what i mean by that is — i didn’t wanna fall for you again… so i-” “so you kept your distance.” you finish his sentence with a hint of sadness in your voice. but you were still confused. why did he act as if he hated you… if all he was trying to do was protect himself. “so why did you do all that stuff to me… why did you call me that in there?” you say quietly as you wrap yourself into your own arms. you do it mostly because it’s cold but also because you’re upset. farleigh notices what you’re doing so he swiftly removes his jacket and gives it to you. oh shit he looks good. but that’s not the point. he still has to explain himself. “fuck… i- i don’t know. i think it was out of jealousy…” jealousy? you feel yourself about to cry again as farleigh reaches out to cradle your face with one of his hands. “farleigh, what the hell are you talking about… jealousy?”

“i just didn’t want you with him… it was either me or no one…” he whispers out.

the tears started to come down harder when you feel his touch on your face. you missed it. you missed it so much. “for the longest time… i- i thought you hated me.” you sob out quietly. “i thought i was dead to you-“ you get cut off with farleigh’s lips on yours. he used his free hand to grab onto your waist to pull you closer to him. your arms went to rest on his chest as you both let out a sigh into the kiss. you both missed each other and you know it. his thumb was rubbing your cheek soothingly before he whispered into the kiss, “i told you, i could never hate you baby…”

the kiss got sloppy pretty quickly. the outside air was filled with your soft whimpers followed with farleigh’s moans. “i missed you… so fucking much.” you whine out. “i know baby, i know…” he moaned out as he moved his lips from yours and onto your neck. he would leave little bites and marks, but would kiss and lick them to soothe them. you moved your hands off his chest to feel as much of him as you could, to make sure this wasn’t a dream. you rubbed down from his stomach to his waist. you kept one hand there while the other moved over to cup his growing erection in your hand. his hand moved from your cheek to your other hip when you did that. he kept leaving tiny kisses on your neck before he breathed out, “can i take you home… please?” farleigh whispers as he looks up at you from the crook of your neck.

the pub was within walking distance of saltburn, so you and farleigh left felix and venitia to walk home together. you were holding onto his hand as he left felix a text message saying you both were going home. farleigh put his phone away and let you guide him back to the house. soon enough he got a string of text messages from felix saying stuff like ‘you both?’ and ‘together?’ but he wasn’t bothered to check his phone and reply back to his cousin. as soon as the two of you enter the doors, farleigh follows you up the stairs to your bedroom. you can barely open the door before he turns you around and puts his lips on yours. he walks you into the room, and flips you back around putting your back on the door. he’s kissing you like he’s starved — slipping his tongue into your mouth as he lets out a long whine. he kisses down from your cheek, to your collar bone until he is all the way down on his knees. he maintains eye contact with you as he pulls down your skirt, followed with your underwear. “here, lift this up f’me…”

he grabs the back of your thigh, tossing it over his shoulder. he starts kissing between your legs, causing you to clench over nothing. he brings his middle finger up to your soaked slit, sliding it through it. he curves his finger down and pushes it in your cunt. he groans at the way his finger easily slips into your hole. “fuckkk baby, you’re fucking soaked.” he brings his mouth closer to your cunt, leaving tiny kisses near it. he then slips in his ring finger, curling them up. you bring your hand up into his hair, tangling your fingers into his curls. he uses his tongue to tease at your clit while his fingers continue to work in and out of your sopping wet cunt. “f-farleigh… m’close,” you whimper out when he starts to move his fingers faster.

“i know, i know… jus’ let go f’me love.” he moans out into you when your grip on his hair gets tighter each time he gives more attention to your clit. farleigh knew your body — he knew all of your sensitive spots and exactly how to make you feel good. which is why it didn’t take him long to make you cum. since there was a large size difference between the two of you guys, it also caused his fingers to be big compared to you. farleigh continued to coax you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out on his fingers. “there you go, you did so well baby.” he stood up — and if he wasn’t holding onto your waist, you’re sure you would’ve fell over from your legs being this weak. he brought his fingers up to his mouth, lapping up all your juices off of them. once he finishes licking his fingers clean, he lifts you off the floor; carrying you to your bed. farleigh lays you on your back as he nestles between your legs. he lets out a sigh when he feels your legs wrap around his waist.

your stomach turns from excitement when you hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. you sit up a bit and reach down to palm him through his underwear. he lets out a stifled moan, watching how your eyes stay on his as your fingers nimbly pull his cock out of his boxers. the tip was already leaking precum from the friction of him rubbing against his pants. he was painfully hard, just wanting to slip inside you already. he let out a soft whine when he felt your warm hand wrap around him, slowly stroking him from tip to base. when he finally felt that he couldn’t wait any longer, he leaned down and easily put his tip in just from how wet you were. you whine, almost pleading for him to start moving his hips. it’s almost like he can read your mind because almost instantly he started to rock his hips back and forth. the way your pussy sucks him in is almost like a spell on him. he sees the way your eyebrows turn up from his cock stretching you out. his eyes are stuck on the grip your pussy has on him and how your practically painting his cock. he couldn’t take his eyes off the sight until he sees you looking away from him.

he keeps one hand next to your face on the bed and uses the other to gently grab your chin to face him again. “ah ah… eyes on me, remember?” he says softly before he leans down to kiss your jawline and collarbone. when he pulls away he can’t help but smile down at you. he think it’s so cute the way you go dumb on his dick and he’s barely done anything yet. the little whimpers and whines you let out are one of the only things keeping him going. your hands slide underneath his shirt, wanting to feel closer to him. then suddenly he pulls out most of the way and slams back into you. your nails dig into his back, his muscles tensing up from all of these sensations at once. you swore you were going crazy from the way he felt in you. whenever he felt you clench down on him, he would choke out a whimper. “b—aby, you can’t keep doing that, m’tryna last…”

farleigh let go of your face only to move it to grab onto your waist. he wanted to feel closer to his girl. he buried his face into your neck, biting at it to try his hardest to cover his noises. that method didn’t work, it only made them slightly muffled. and you were glad. you liked knowing you made him feel good just from the tiny sounds he made when your cunt was tightly wrapped around him. you can feel his hips stuttering as he tried his best to reach his orgasm. “farleigh- baby i’m close pl—ease…” you whimper into his ear. he pulls away from your neck, latching his lips onto yours. he melts into the kiss, his hips continuing to move back and forth. your moans line up with one another’s, yours getting higher in pitch with each thrust farleigh does. “mhm… there you go, let go for me…”

and that does it. you feel that feeling in your stomach snap as a familiar hot bliss takes over you. this was the best you had felt in such a long time. “missed you so much…” is all farleigh mutters out before the both of you pass out in one another’s arms.

the next morning you’re the little spoon in farleigh’s arms. you reach over to the nightstand to see a text from felix that says, ‘i guess you guys are back cool huh? ;)’

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[ludicdoll]

Just wanted to say I loved ur recent soft Farleigh post- so cute. there is a lack of fluffy works for him imo so ty for your service <3 looking forward to what ever else you cook up for him in the future :p

more soft farleigh is coming uppp don’t worryy🤫🙏💕

[ludicdoll]

𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

farleigh start ☆

pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader

contents: smoking, farleigh actually being nice, oliver hate train

synopsis: farleigh finds you drunk and alone outside of a party.

a/n: some soft farleigh content cuz i feel like i never write about him like this enoughhh

you don’t know what happened, but you were sitting outside on the steps of the stairs leading up to the loud party, your coat half way off your shoulders, and one of your heels seemed to have broken off. you had one too many drinks and now you were all alone, shivering and fidgeting with your dress. you came to the party with your friends, but they disappeared on you while you were throwing up in the bathroom. you frown as you frantically ask people leaving the club if you could catch a ride with them to get back to your dorm, but they all declined and quickly sped past you. you groan loudly, the door behind you swinging open and closes with a loud thud, the sound of a lighter igniting making you turn around. you look over your shoulder, sighing in relief when you see a familiar face. “farleigh,” you breathe out. he lights the cigarette in his mouth before looking down at the steps.

his face shifts, eyes widening slightly. “oh, it’s you.” he says. you pout, confused with his sarcastic tone. “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask as you make an attempt to get up before quickly tumbling forwards due to your broken heel. you catch yourself on the railing, turning back around and slumping over to farleigh. “god, you’re a fucking mess.” he teases, the smoke from his cigarette filling the deck. he has an amused expression on his face, almost like he was holding back a laugh. he scoots over to make more space for you, pulling out another cigar from his pocket. you smell the faint scent of his signature bold cologne, whiskey on his breathe. you lean against the cold bricks, taking the cigar from his fingers. he lights up your cigarette from your mouth, his eyes glistening from the flame. farleigh looks down at your feet, arching a brow at the heel hanging off from the bottom of the shoe. “i partied too hard.” you slur out. he rolls his eyes, laughing at your joke.

he seemed more assertive and calm right now, not his like usual upbeat, dickhead self. he looked tired, his eyes were low and dark, his curls slightly disheveled—but he still looked posh and perfect. you and farleigh weren’t exactly friends per se, you knew each other through felix but rarely talked outside of that. although, when you did get the chance to talk to farleigh alone, you realized his bold demeanor changed when it came to you. he still had that sassy, asshole-ish pep and tone to him, but he was nice when he wanted to be. “where’s your squad?” you ask, he looks confused. “my squad?” he repeats.

“yea, annabel, alicia, felix, oli—”

“ah, tut, tut.” farleigh quickly cuts you off with a finger, “we don’t talk about him.” he groans as he blows the thin line of smoke out of his mouth.

you scoff, “why…why do you hate him so much?” he looks down at you, a bleak expression on his face. “because.” you cock your head to the side, squinting. “because, what?” you press. he clicks his tongue, ignoring your question. farleigh clenches his jaw. you both go silent, just soaking in the dark sky and the muffled music from inside the building. “farleigh,” you mumble as you draw away from your cigarette. “mhm?” he hums back, his eyelids low and fixated on you. “can you walk me to my dorm?” he raises his brows, a small smirk forming on his lips. “please,” you whine. “you can’t leave a drunk girl unattended on the streets—plus, my heel is broken!” you point back to your feet. farleigh looks at you up and down for a while before clearing his throat. you lean closer to him, your shoulder touching his arm. you look up at him with pleading eyes as he lets out an annoyed moan and turns away.

“fuck, fine.” he says in defeat. farleigh drops his cigarette on the deck, putting it out with his foot. you quirk up from the wall, stumbling back. farleigh launches forward, instantly grabbing your arm to prevent you from falling. he pulls you closer to his body, rolling his eyes. “you’re gonna bust your ass if you keep walking around like that.” he mutters into your ear as he swings his arm over your shoulder. you giggle, raising your cigarette again to your lips. “you’re so nice, far.” you hiccup as he looks down at you, a surprised expression on his face from the nickname. “sure. you’re lucky i’m here to help you instead of that weirdo.” he strides forward as you trip over your own feet trying to catch up with him. “who?” you inquire. “you know who.” he replies. you furrow your brows and look around for a second before realizing he was talking about oliver.

“i thought you came with your friends.” he says. “i did.” you reply, “where are they? why don’t they take you back to the dorms?” you watch your feet as you step on the cracks of the sidewalk. “mm, i don’t know.” you admit shyly. “they ditched me, i think.” you mumble under your breath. farleigh laughs quietly, patting your shoulder in a sympathetic manner. you both walked in silence for a while, his arm wrapped tightly around you. you felt your face heating up and your knees wobbling underneath you everytime his cold fingers grazed your bare skin. his curls fell perfectly in front of his eyes, his confident grin only making you melting into his touch. you pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind, trying to focus on walking without tripping over something.

the club wasn’t that far from oxford, it was just a few minutes away in walking distance—and you were thankful for that since your feet were slowly killing you. you close your eyes and lay your head against his arm as he continues to lead you through the grounds of the school.

when you open your eyes again, you realize you’re already in the dorm hallways. farleigh walks around for a minute until he abruptly stops in front of your door. “you remembered?” you peer up at him, shocked he knew where your dorm was. “of course, how could i forget the day you had a mental break down and called everybody to your room?” he replies sarcastically. his hand travels down your waist to your bag, searching for your keys. you yawn as he finally inserts the key inside the lock, pushing the door open with his foot as you stumble in his arms. you walk over to your bed, instantly falling face first into your mattress. you hear your keys being set on your desk, then the lamp being switched on—the room illuminated in a dim warm light. farleigh mutters a quiet “oh god” under his breath as he unstraps your heels off your feet, tossing them by the pile of clothes in the corner of your room. “this place is a mess, y’know?”

“uh huh,” you reply mindlessly as you dig yourself deeper in the warm sheets of your bed. you watch as farleigh walks over to you, looking down at your slumped figure with his hands on his hips.

“you gonna be okay?” he asks. you look up at him, letting out an inaudible noise, blabbering something. he pinches his nose bridge, softly laughing in response. farleigh slowly backs away from the edge of the bed—turning around to leave the room, but your hand quickly clutches onto his wrist before he can walk away. “farleighhhh…” you moan out. he turns around, his eyes softening as he looks at your hand around his.

“can you stay with me?” you whisper.

the room is silent, only the sound of his breathing and the crickets outside the window filling the room. you blink, the feeling of sleep slowly taking over your body. “please,” you mutter as you shift your head so you’re looking directly up at him. for a second, he doesn’t respond, the moonlight casting a shadow over his features. “okay,” farleigh sighs as he kneels down next to your bed. you still haven’t let go of his hand, your fingers tightly wrapped around his wrist. you smile sheepishly, giggling when he grimaces and rolls his eyes at your bubbly demeanor. you nuzzle your face against your soft pillows, closing your eyes. farleigh slides his hand away from your grip but goes back to move your hair away from your eyes. “thank you for walking with me.” you say.

farleigh nods, his eyes focused on your tired face. “yea, of course.” he replies.

© do not publish my work on other sites.

[ludicdoll]

i genuinely need this man in ways that would shake feminists to their core.

[ludicdoll]

the way i just clenched my legs together

annabel x farleigh smut fic ?!?!

𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚

| paring - farleigh x afab reader

| synopsis - farleigh fucking you in his new mirror

| warnings - dom!farleigh, face grabbing, praise, whispering, slight choking, farleigh taking over, NO PLOT!!! bc who got time for that (NOT I 😂😂😂😂🙅🙅🙅🙅🙅)

| a/n - wasnt annabel felixs girl? idk so ima just write an “x reader” for u😭😭😭😭 its short but i hope u like it (also 4 my bb @ludicdoll)

“jus’ keep your eyes on the mirror f’me…” farleigh whispers as he leans down to put his soft lips near your ear. once he stops talking he moves down some more and kisses from the nape of your neck to your upper back. he looked at your face and watched how your head slowly moved down, causing you to look away from the mirror despite his orders. he reaches up to your face swiftly — grabbing your chin to lift it back up to the mirror. “can you be a good girl and listen baby?” he whispers seductively once more. you lock eyes with him in the mirror, slowly nodding your head.

farleigh reaches down between you both, fisting his cock. he began to pump himself a few times before lining up his already leaking tip with your soaked pussy. he looks up and watches your expression in the mirror as he unhurriedly slid himself in your cunt inch by inch. he watched how your eyebrows knitted up slightly out of the pleasure you were feeling from his dick slowly stretching you out. your jaw went slack and your knees went weak from everything happening. if farleigh wasn’t holding onto your hips firmly with the hand that he removed from your face, you’re sure you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up. you watch in the mirror as farleighs mouth slowly opens and you hear a low moan escape him. “shit… you’re so ti—ght…” he whimpers out as he steadily fucks in and out of your sweet little cunt.

farleigh leans down to place his forhead on your mid back — peppering little kisses along the hot skin. you can feel his pelvis lightly smacking onto the curve of your ass as he gently starts to thrust into you harder. “farleigh… please- faster please-“ you choke out before a moan cuts you off. farleigh lifts his head up from your back, looking at you in the mirror before a smug smile began to grow on his face. he put his free hand on your other hip as he set up a quicker pace. he pulled your ass to meet his hips each time he plunged himself deeper inside of you. you could feel your arms go weak and you fell down to where your hips were still up but your chest was on the bed. farleigh began moving at an ungodly pace, watching to see if you would even try to look away. he watched how your eyes continued to move from his face, to yourself and to the way his cock swiftly moved in and out of your pussy.

“f-fuck baby — she’s so fuckin’ perfect for me, hm? she take me so well…” he whispers as he watches a fucked out smile form on your pretty little face. he loved how swollen your lips was from all the kissing prior to this and how your mascara was runny from the tears. he looked away from the mirror and down between you both to watch how you left a white ring around the base of his cock. farleighs head lolled back and he let out the most pornographic whine you’ve ever heard. every little noise he made was so perfect and caused you to moan out and clench down onto him.

farleigh moves one of his hands from your waist and puts in on your lower back — pushing you further down into the bed.

you let put a loud moan before burying your face in the blanket underneath you. “nonono…” he purrs into your ear before reaching back up and grabbing you by your throat, lifting your head back up for your eyes to meet the mirror. “sweetheart, keep your eyes up here while i pound this pretty pussy.” when you felt his hand wrapping around your neck you couldn’t help but smile dumbly at the feeling of his cool, ringed fingers against your hot skin.

“awh… my pretty baby all fucked out already, huh?”farleigh teases as snaps his hips into yours earning a whine from you and a groan from him. you could feel his grip on your neck subtly getting tighter as he squeezes the plush of your ass with his free hand. farleigh was always one to tease but tonight he just wanted you to be good and let him do all the work. you could feel each time his cock would twitch inside you because of how close he was getting with each thrust he did.

he huffed out a laugh when he felt your legs shaking with your upcoming orgasm. he slowed down his thrusts and started to go slow and deep. his cock seemed to fit perfectly and the stretch was delicious each time his pushed himself further in. you could feel your legs give out but somehow farleigh was still holding you up perfectly fine. his large hands fit perfectly on your waist as he rutted up into you a few more times before his hips started to stutter.

your moans were matching up — his slowly turning into needy whines. “cmon i got you… just let go f’me.” he moaned out before his hips finally stilled and he pulled out of your tight cunt. you looked in the mirror to see farleigh pumping his dick a few more times before he released onto your lower back. you were both panting messes, still trying to catch your breath. you could feel his warm, soft lips peppering along your shoulder.

your head goes down to rest on rest, but as soon as your skin makes contact with the blanket farleigh swiftly flips you over onto your back.

“im not done yet baby…”

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𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 — farleigh start ☆

pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader

warning: cussing, smut, reader is british, little bit of exhibitionism

synopsis: farleigh decides to make a move on you at the club.

a/n: lowkey not proofread oopsies

if there’s one word to describe farleigh, it’s foolish. he’s known all around on campus, him and his little minions who practically fall to his knees and worship him. you didn’t know what it was, but his energy was so overbearing. he was confident — maybe too confident, and people were attracted to that characteristic. you were unfortunate enough to be one of his victims, he seemed to be everywhere you were. if you were in the library studying, he’d be “browsing” the books just a few feet away from you. whenever you needed a snack from the dining hall, he’d also be there. you couldn’t go a day without seeing him everywhere. it was almost like he was plotting where you’d be just so he could piss you off. you didn’t care, you were too busy focused on your studies all day and night.

it wasn’t like farleigh was unattractive — no, he was very attractive and he knew it. you’d catch yourself staring at him from afar sometimes, and sometimes he’d realize and tease the shit out of you for it. he likes to make you aware of it by constantly nudging at you if you’re near him, or if he walks by you he’ll comment on something you’re wearing, flirtatiously. felix wasn’t too bad though, he was in a few of your lectures and he was definitely more bearable than his shit cousin. but, tonight annabel managed to persuade you to go to the club with her. it took her hours of nagging and whining for you to actually agree. while walking up to the neon entrance, you slowly realize you’re regretting going in the first place. you stop in your tracks abruptly, tugging at your short dress that might’ve been a few sizes too small. annabel turns around, raising a brow. “what?” she asks. “do i look okay?” you mutter. annabel rolls her eyes, nodding.

“you look hot, now let’s go!” annabel pushes you forward. you almost trip over your heels as she rushes you to the door. she only asked you to come with her because she pitied the fact that you were rotting away in the dorms all day, and partially because she needed somebody to stay with her after she finished shagging felix. when the two of you make your way inside, you almost feel overwhelmed with all of the colorful lights, the heavy smell of alcohol with cigarettes and the insane bass of the music filling the club. annabel loops her arm around yours, quickly dragging you over to the bar. you can’t hear what she yells at the bartender, but you assume it’s a few drinks for the two of you. suddenly, the fur coat you were wearing felt sticky against your skin. you groan, pulling it off of your shoulders and folding it up in your arms.

“ooh,” annabel runs a hand down your arms. “you should go out more, this is a good look for you!” she shouts over the music. you shake your head, snorting. “absolutely not.” you reply as the bartender sets your drinks down. annabel almost immediately gulps down her glass, but you only take hesitant sips. you didn’t drink as much as she did, nor did you have the best alcohol tolerance either. “shit,” you frown in disgust. annabel doesn’t pay attention to you, she’s too busy scanning the large crowd of people. you look over your shoulder to see what she was staring at, but as soon as you locate who it was, you roll your eyes. it was felix and farleigh. “felix!” annabel shouts while waving her hand. “really?” you yell. she shrugs, laughing.

“annabel, you look incredible.” felix says and he hooks his arm around her waist, pulling her into him. she giggles, kissing all over his face. “ugh,” you shudder, annoyed at her careless behavior. you step back and sip at your beverage again, glancing around at the dancing crowd. “wow, what a surprise.” a voice calls out from behind you. you didn’t have to turn around to identify who it was, it was obvious from the blunt american accent he had. you spin on your heels, looking up at him with a sarcastic smile. “and we meet again, unfortunately.” you look to the side, an unenthusiastic expression on your face. he squints and tilts his head to the side before looking at the glass in your hand.

“i didn’t know you drink.”

“mm, i don’t.”

his eyes graze over your body several times, he’s basically eye fucking you. you feel goosebumps line your skin from his intense stare. “hello?” you said while waving a hand in front of his face. “it’s rude to stare.” he scoffs, making eye contact with you again. “i didn’t even know you even had decent clothes in your wardrobe if i’m being honest.” he says in a snarky tone, almost as if it was like you didn’t know how to dress at all. “ha ha.” you say sarcastically, crossing your arms. even though you were wearing heels, he still towered over you causing you to push your thighs against each other. “it’s not bad though, you look sexy.” he places his fingers under yours, swiftly taking the drink out of your hand. you stumble over your words, not knowing how to reply. he lifts his brows at you, a seductive glint in his eyes. he raises the glass to his mouth before almost gulping down the entire drink.

you groan, tapping the surface of the bar as you wait for him to be done. “farleigh, what the fuck do you want from me?” he looks intrigued, looking down at you with those dark eyes. “what are you talking about?”

you watch as he takes another sip of the drink, averting his gaze elsewhere. “you keep following me around on campus.” he squints and says something incoherent, but you only can make out the word “crazy.” you don’t bother continuing the conversation, so you turn your back, almost gagging when you see annabel and felix now having a full blown make out sesh at the end of the bar. you feel a large hand slither up your waist, pulling you close. “what are you doing?” you ask. “you don’t feel that?” farleigh mumbles into your ear. “what are you going on about, farleigh?” you say his name clearly — and he seems to get a kick out of the way you enunciate it. he sighs quietly, his hand pulling you closer and closer to his chest. “i see you looking at me. we both have something in common, y’know.” you lull your head back into his neck, slightly grinding closer against his dick so you can get out of annabel’s view. “yeah, and what’s that?”

he rolls his hips against your ass, spreading his hand over your torso now. “we’re both stubborn,” he starts, “and secretly want something from each other.” you shiver at his low voice in your ear, the ache between your legs suddenly pounding. “really?” you tease, “what is it that you want from me?” you look up at his face, your hand slowly stroking the back of his neck. his eyes flicker down to your lips then back up to your eyes. “do you want me to show you?” he hums in your ear.

there’s a moment of stillness, even though the music is still loud and the lights are still blinding — everything slows down for a second. you feel a sting of anticipation in your stomach, your body feeling warm against his. he’s waiting for an answer, his hands slowly faltering from your waist as if he was afraid he’d make you uncomfortable. you breathe out, nodding your head charily. he chuckles, pulling away from your back. he reaches a hand out to you while you deliberately lock fingers with his. everything’s a blur for a second, he’s pushing through the crowds and walking around the vast areas of the clubs, trying to find a clear spot. he opens the door to one of the many single bathrooms, turning back to give you a smug smirk before pulling you inside with him. he locks the door before instantly smashing his lips against yours.

you feel as his tongue explores your mouth, his hand raising your thigh up to his side. you stagger back against the bathroom sink, your hands gripping on the edge of the countertop. “fuck, you look just about good enough to eat right now.” he growls hungrily. you moan when his leg ruts up against your wet pussy. you run a hand through his curls, arching your back when his tongue runs down your neck. you moan out his name, looking deeply into his eyes. he rolls up your tight dress to reveal your lace underwear. he smirks at you before dipping his fingers down your panties. you feel his fingers spread out the folds of your pussy, slowly rubbing soft circles around your clit.

he pauses for a second before pulling his fingers out of your panties. you bite back a whine, but he can see the desperation in your eyes. you slightly grind your hips against his clothed dick, needing more. he lifts a finger to your lips, grinning. “how bad do you want me, huh?” he teases. you roll your eyes in frustration, your face heating up from the embarrassment. “i need you, farleigh.” you mutter. he tilts his head almost as if he was expecting more. you frown, leaning back up against the mirror. “please.”

he hums in satisfaction, kneeling down on the tile floor. he grabs your thighs — pushing them apart. he pulls off your panties, kissing your soft thighs. now, you’re fully on display for him. he’s looking up at you with fire in his eyes. his gaze is enough to make you beg for his dick. farleigh leans down and licks from your entrance to your sensitive clit. you arch your back as he repeats that same step over, and over again. you feel him sucking on your clit harder now, that tight feeling in your stomach intensifies. you try to tell him you’re close, but you only manage to moan. he leans back, a string of saliva still on his tongue. he smiles and begins pushing his long tongue deep inside of you. you push your hand farther back on the counter to support yourself from the overwhelming feeling. you cry out his name — continuing to grind your hips against his pretty face, his grip on your thighs getting tighter.

you come with a loud moan and grip at his curls hard. you feel yourself dripping and squirting all over him, he groans softly underneath you. “that’s it, baby.” he mumbles. you tremble, running a hand down to your swollen clit. he looks up at you again before standing up to his full height. you hear him laugh at your disheveled appearance. you groan, placing a hand against his chest when he gets closer to you. “c’mon,” he whispers as he places his hands on your waist. farleigh helps you down from the counter, your ass against his dick. he pushes his hips against yours so you can feel the large tent in his pants. his hands travel up to your plump breasts so you can have some time to recover from your orgasm. you sigh when you feel him unzipping his jeans, the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds.

farleigh slowly pushes himself into you with a rough thrust. you whimper as you adjust to his huge size. he moans feeling your wet pussy tightening around him. he grunts as he pumps in and out of your walls rapidly. he lifts up his hips, angling himself perfectly in your pussy. farleigh hits your g spot, forcing a loud moan out of your mouth. you can’t stop making lewd noises as he rapidly pounds into your dripping cunt. you throw your head back, looking up into his eyes. he kisses your cheek before his hand leads your face back into the bathroom mirror. “fuck, you’re so hot.” he huffs. the walls of your pussy flutters around his cock as his hips stutter against yours. your back arches against his chest when you feel his long fingers rub your clit again.

“you wanna come on my dick?” he breathes out heavily. you nod immediately, gripping on the counter as your pussy continues getting fucked erratically. he sucks on your neck, leaving dark hickies all over you. your wet cunt throbs when you feel that coiling tension in your stomach again. farleigh pants louder, his merciless thrusts quickly intensifying and getting rougher. you tense up against his hard dick, blinking away your tears when the pleasure in your pussy pushes you over the edge. “farleigh, fuck— i think i’m close!”

“come for me, you’re doing so fucking good.” he replies. you drop your head down to the counter, shutting your eyes when he pounds back into you one last time, driving you over the edge. farleigh moans loudly as you scream, the overwhelming feeling of euphoria washing over you. farleigh rolls his head back, pulling you closer. he rolls his hips one last time inside of you as he paints your walls with his cum. you gulp, your legs shuddering. farleigh breathes in your perfume, kissing your collarbone softly. farleigh slowly pulls out, his pulsating dick making your breath hitch. you almost lose your balance as soon as you let go of the counter.

farleigh gives you an arrogant smirk, pulling up his boxers and zipping up his jeans. you watch as he bends down to grab your panties off the floor before shoving it into his back pocket. he walks up to you, kissing you deeply, then turning around to leave the bathroom. you look around your surroundings in the dimly lit bathroom, trying to catch your breath. you couldn’t believe what you had done. you pull down your dress and place your heels back onto your feet while you try to smooth down your hair. you look at the mirror and groan when you realize your eye makeup is running. you quickly try to clean off the dark makeup around your eyes before running out of the bathroom. coincidentally, annabel bumps right into you. “oh my god.” annabel shrieks. “what happened to you?”

you shake your head, ignoring her questions. “i’ve been looking everywhere for you!” she shouts, you start speed walking away, avoiding her stare. she follows closely behind you before grabbing your arm. you turn around to look at her, but you end up locking eyes with farleigh over her shoulder. he smiles, waving at you.

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the Saltburn team look so incredibly beautiful and handsome at the 2024 BAFTA’s 🫶🫶🫶🫶

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𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐔𝐏 — farleigh start ☆

pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader

warnings: farleigh being a little bitch, cussing, smut, eating u out like chinese takeout, a little banter, lowkey enemies to lovers type of thing

synopsis: you spend your first few days of summer at the saltburn estate. luckily for you, farleigh doesn’t seem to like you that much.

a/n: working on a few requests rnnn send in some moree!! this is for my stinkabutt @uch3na

you spread out on the lounge chair, silently sun bathing as you ponder at a magazine. you watch as felix and farleigh swim around in the vast pond. you turn your head over to venetia, smoking in front of you. she’s laid out with a towel underneath her, looking very intrigued with what she’s reading. you had been friends with her for a while now, and to your surprise, she had invited you to spend the summer at the saltburn estate. she had to convince you for weeks until you said finally said yes. you close your eyes, breathing in the fresh summer air. suddenly, you feel a giant wave of water drenching you. you yelp, immediately sitting up to see venetia quickly running back.

“what the fuck?” venetia yells out. the two boys laugh to themselves, a satisfied look on farleigh’s face. “you’re such an ass!” she grabs her stuff hastily as she sets her stuff back down elsewhere. you roll your eyes when you see farleigh waving his fingers at you mockingly.

you flip over your towel, placing on your shades before laying back down. after a while, you hear the sound of water sloshing around. farleigh gets out of the water, grabbing his towel from the grass. you watch as he pats himself down before joining you on the lounge chair next to you. he reaches over to the table, lighting up a cigarette. you hear him sigh in relief as he adjusts himself in the chair. “slutty bikini,” he mumbles under his breath. you turn, lifting your sunglasses up to get a better view of his face, “excuse you?” he turns back, his hand reaching out to you, another cigar between his fingers. he’s offering you one. you shake your head roughly, “i don’t smoke.” you reply. he scoffs, you can tell he’s rolling his eyes behind those sunglasses. “of course you don’t,” he murmured as he places the cigarette back in the pack.

“it’s harmful,” you start, “i’m trying to keep my body clean.” he almost laughs in your face when you finish your sentence. “yea, well you drink like a sailor.” you turn to him, scowling. “you run through ten packs of cigs each day.” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “so? you’re the one that drinks away all of your problems.” he grumbled. you sit up, almost offended at his snarky remark. “oh c’mon, farleigh calm down.” felix intervenes. you lean back into your chair, crossing your arms. felix gets off the floatie in the water, walking over to you two. he stops abruptly, taking a sip from the cold lemonade on the table before placing his hands on his hips. felix turns his head back and forth to you and farleigh, a frown on his face. “this doesn’t sound like harmless banter anymore.” he says. farleigh shrugs, avoiding eye contact. “let it rest.” felix directs to farleigh before jumping back into the water. you huff in frustration, ignoring farleigh muttering quiet insults towards you.

you stir your soup with your spoon, glancing around occasionally to everyone else at the dinner table. you were surprised to see that everyone was almost halfway finished with their food, venetia on the other hand was just staring down at her bowl. “dear, aren’t you going to eat?” elspeth asks with a motherly smile on her face, you look over to her end of the table, nervously biting your bottom lip. to be frank, the soup was disgusting. you didn’t know what it was, but it was gross. “i happen to have an upset stomach tonight, im sorry.” you reply. “really?” farleigh buds in. “you seemed to be perfectly fine during brunch.” he says while slurping the soup into his mouth. you see venetia roll her eyes at him. elspeth turns back at you, almost like she was waiting for an answer. you furrow your brows at farleigh, pissed with his childish behavior.

“maybe i’ve gotten a stomach bug.” you say to elspeth with a smile. she nods before going back to her food. felix stares at farleigh, almost like he was communicating with his eyes. whatever it was, farleigh had stayed quiet for the entirety of the meal. after dinner — everyone said goodnight, then went their separate ways to their bedrooms. you walk up to your guest bedroom, undressing yourself from the fancy dress you were forced to put on for dinner into your night gown. you make your way to the bathroom, brushing your teeth. coincidentally, your bedroom was right next to farleigh’s. due to your rooms being so close, you could hear farleigh blasting music. you groan, spitting out your toothpaste and jumping back in bed.

you stare up at the ceiling, trying to ignore farleigh’s music through the walls. after a few minutes, you turn to your side, covering your ears with the pillow — still, nothing worked to muffle the sounds. you sit up, throwing your legs over the bed and walking down the hall to farleigh’s room. you don’t bother knocking, just barging in. farleigh’s in bed, an arm behind his head while the other was flipping through a magazine. you turn a knob on his radio, the volume lowers. you clear your throat, arms crossed. annoyed, farleigh drops his magazine into his lap, looking over at you in his doorway. he sits up, leaning back on the palm of his hands. he tilts his head to the side, raising a brow.

“what the fuck is your problem, why are you still up at this hour?” you whisper-yell. he rolls his eyes, looking into his lap. “are you trying to piss me off?” you push again, “you know, people are trying to sleep.” farleigh scoffs, lulling his head back. “and? this isn’t your home.” he snaps back. you stretch out your arms before they fall to your side. “this isn’t yours either, more like a personal fucking playground.” you reply. “you keep trying to start shit with me ever since i got here.” he straightens up, acting intrigued in what you had to say. “you know, i don’t understand why venetia likes you so much. i can see right through you.”

you widen your eyes, almost laughing at his response. “yea? i’m just trying to have a good summer, and i don’t give a shit what you think. you need to lay off, it’s getting annoying.” your hands settle on your hips. he glares at you in silence, an irritated look on his face. “if you don’t give a shit, why are you in my room?” he says with an arrogant smirk on his face. you stutter, trying to think of something to say. “because you’re blasting your music at twelve in the fucking morning.” you point to his radio, crossing your arms back in front of your chest. “keep it down, and maybe i won’t bother you.”

“i find that hard to believe.” farleigh breathes out as he picks up the magazine again. he start flipping through the pages like he’s reading, occasionally looking over at you with that same smug look. you stomp closer to the end of his bed, pointing an accusing finger at him. “i swear, if you keep pulling this bullshit with me, i’m gonna make sure the remainder of your summer goes to shit.” you threaten, he doesn’t react, only looking up at you with an amused expression. he closes the magazine before sliding off the bed and walking towards you. you step back as he gets closer, his height towering over you. you swallow, a nervous knot forming in your stomach. “you’re not gonna do anything.” he breathes out.

your only a few inches away from his face when you feel a hand travel up to the back of your neck, his lips grazing over yours. the sudden movement causes you to whimper. he looks down at you, his eyes filled with passion. his hands find their way to your waist. he pushes you against the closed door — kissing your neck. you moan, rolling your head back. “i fucking hate you,” you whisper. “i know,” he says while his hand gropes your breasts. the ache between your legs spreads throughout your body like a fever, and farleigh could sense it. he plays around with the lace hem of your panties, his breath brushing up against your ear.

you groan, grabbing at his hand. “stop doing that.” you whimper, “stop doing what?” he asks smugly. you stay quiet — realizing he’s amused by your slight whining. he flashes a smirk at you, his fingers making their way to your pussy. farleigh kisses down your chest, you feel himself grind against your stomach while his fingers spread you out. you bite back a moan when farleigh ghosts past your clit, teasing you. he watches your face closely as he slides his fingers inside of you slowly. your knees feel weak, trembling under his touch. “if you hate me so much, why are you soaked?” he questions. you avoid his question while looking away. he tilts his head the to side to kiss you, his fingers sliding in and out of you.

“fuck, farleigh.” you moan softly trying to keep your voice down so the whole family doesn’t hear you. farleigh rubs circles over your clit, his eyes locked onto you. he keeps his pace slow and deliberate — almost like he was mocking you. he liked keeping you on your toes, constantly needing all of him. “how long have you pretended to hate me, huh?” he groans out as you squirm. you roll your eyes from the pleasure, but also from his conceited question. “shut up.” he laughs, shrugging before going in to kiss your parted lips. he pulls his fingers out, the wet squelching sounds making you slightly embarrassed. he ghosts his thumb over your clit again, smirking. “c’mere,” he mutters as he softly tugs you close to the bed.

you lay down on the comforter, your legs handing off the edge of the bed. you watch as he kneels down, kissing up from your calves to your thighs carefully. the tension in the room is heavy, thick with desire and lust. he kisses the inner part of your thigh before moving his lips closer to your clothed pussy. you feel him press a kiss on the fabric before he slides them off to your ankles. his face is hidden under your silk dress, but you don’t need to see him to vision his pretty brown eyes looking up at you. he licks at your dripping cunt, lifting your legs up to rest atop his broad shoulders.

his sharp teeth grazes your sensitive flesh, nipping and kissing your thighs until his bite marks sinks into your skin. he’s sloppy, burying his face deep between your legs, and lapping at your clit repeatedly, drooling all over it and groping at your thighs. he clings onto your figure, suffocating himself with your legs and your pretty pussy. “mhm, mmm..” he hums out. farleigh doesn’t wanna breathe, just wants to continue fucking you with his mouth until he makes a mess out of you. he wants you to feel embarrassed and ashamed of letting him do this to you.

farleigh groans under the dress, his cruel tongue swirling over your swollen clit. you curl your toes, biting down on your bottom lip to hide your lewd sighs. he licks a long stripe down your pussy, savoring your taste on his tongue. you tense up when you feel his tongue seeping inside of you. his soft hands come up to grip your skin, his nails digging into the plush of your soft thighs. “just like that,” you arch your back, gripping onto the blanket for dear life. one of his hands come back down to your pussy, his thumb playing around with your clit. you whine at the sensitivity as you start tearing up. you were pissed at yourself for enjoying this moment so much, farleigh was never going to let this night go. he would use this against you in every argument, maybe even blackmail you with this.

his nose presses up against your pussy as he eats you out like a desperate starved man. “farleigh, please, please let me cum — oh fuck!” you moan loudly when his circular motions on your clit intensifies, causing you to beg and cry for that sweet release you wanted so badly. farleigh continues to flick his tongue deep inside of you, your wetness all over his face. you hear him groaning as you realize you’re reaching your peak. your dripping cunt is throbbing in arousal, your hair is a disheveled mess, your night gown has now completely fallen down your shoulders. you arch your back, feeling the sudden ecstasy run through your body like electricity. you sob when you feel yourself squirting all over farleigh’s face, your body jolting up from the sudden pleasure. you shiver, realizing you’re too weak to get up.

farleigh peaks his head up from under your nightgown, his eyes glued onto your pussy dripping with his saliva and your cum. he has a light playful smirk on his face, not too noticeable in the dim atmosphere in his room. you see his spit and your wetness dripping down his chin. he pulls your legs up to your chest, watching as his fingers slide down the folds of your pussy one last time before licking his hands off. your tears are dried on your face, glossy eyes looking up at his large towering figure. farleigh leans down just inches away from your face. “you still hate me now?” he asks.

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