i loveeeeee ur writing ah!!!!! just read ur most recent farleigh one and i was foaming at the mouth <3 idk if ur reqs are open but i cant stop thinking about being in a situationship with farleigh and finally getting sick of it, u break up with him and hes like β?? whateverβ thinking that u will come back but when u dont after a few days/weeks he starts lowkey panicking and basically begging u to take him backβ¦ just need him crying begging and being pathetic <3 rlly making him beg for it and purposely making him jealous with other guys just to make him suffer :p then when u finally decide to forgive him he fucks u crazy good and RAW π
Thank you so much! Also, sorry if this isnβt like EXACTLY what you wanted D:
Love & War
PAIRINGS: Farleigh Start! X Fem! Reader
WARNINGS: foul language, situationship, toxic! Farleigh, mentions of drugs & alcohol, angst, possessiveness, jealousy, crying
NSFW WARNINGS: Switch! Farleigh, Switch! Reader, choking, spitting, tummy bulge, face sitting, breath play, slight size kink, slapping, degradation, praise, dumbification
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Farleigh Start was a cunning, asshole of a man. Youβd know, because youβve been in love with him since youβre late highschool days.
Wellβyou didnβt know him personally till you both started attending Oxford. You admired him from a distance, as did many other people. You were never popular enough to bask in his limelight. You only ever dreamed of being with someone as amazing as him.
You thought Farleigh had no idea who you were, and truth be told, he didnβt. But he knew of you. He seen you everywhere, always somehow where he was. You were pretty, probably the most prettiest girl heβd ever seen; you were just so quiet. He knew that the people he hung around would eat you alive. You wouldnβt survive in his world.
So, he never dragged you into it. He watched you from afar for years, both of you unknowingly having feelings for each other. Deep down inside, Farleigh knew his friends werenβt the only reason he couldnβt be with you. He, himself had many issues of his own. One of the worst ones being his fear of rejection, and the second runner up; his pride. Always held so high, never coming down for anyone. It would get him hurt one day, but heβd have to realize that on his own.
When you began attending Oxford, you became friends with Oliver, who had become friends with Felix. He was your ticket into the βin crowdβ, as you liked to call it.
You attended parties, stuck around for drinks and quickly grew popularity of your own. This didnβt go unnoticed by Farleigh, who you finally, after years of silence, began to talk to.
It was everything you imagined. He was nice, funny, a bit of a bitch in just the right way. Even when you were in a group of people, your eyes somehow always found his. The two of you would sneak away together, talk about nothing aimlessly for hours on end. Counting stars as you rambled about your favorite constellation.
At night, youβd meet at the bridge, sit on the edge in complete silence just to be in each others presence. Your hands would meet, and electricity sparked through your body. He made you feel like you were walking on clouds, and there was never a dim day when you were with him.
He was charismatic, confident, charmingβeverything you wanted to be. You were complete opposites of each other, but in just the right way to balance each other out. He noted every little thing about you, so much so that he began to do some of the things you did.
Heβd use the dorky slang you used subconsciously when talking to other people, or start playing with the pretty rings on his finger like you told him you did when you got nervous. He listened to the music you recommend him, and connected the dots as to why you liked those songs. It all made sense, they explained you perfectly.
Everything was going great, till it wasnβt.
You didnβt know how it happened, or why, or maybe even what you couldβve done that changed himβbut suddenly, he started acting different around you. The time you spent together was shortening and as were his touched and glances.
And the worst part about it? You werenβt in a relationship. You never where, but everyone just kinda knew that you were Farleighsβ, and Farleigh was yours. No one ever questioned it, not even you, till now.
As you sat across Farleigh at the pub, playing with the flimsy black straw in your cocktail. You were so tired of him and his hot and cold actions and words. First moment he wanted you, and the next, he acts like he doesnβt even know you. It hurts, and you were sick of it.
Farleigh was talking to Felix about their home in Saltburn and stupid stories of how they used to throw these βamazingly grandβ parties during the summer and breaks they had. You huffed, standing up before harshly pushing in your chair. Why did you have to sit here and deal with this fuckary if you didnβt have to? You deserved better than the half-assed shit he was barely even offering.
As you walked away from the table full of people, a certain pair of eyes followed you, but youβd rather have died than look back. You heard footsteps follow hastily behind you as you exited the pub, the cold air welcoming you as you shivered.
βWhatβs your problem?β He shouted from behind you. You laughed dryly, spinning around to face him on your heel. βOh you must be fucking kidding.β You laughed out. βMy problem? No, what the fuck is your problem?β You yelled back at him.
βYouβre the one who stormed off like a damn toddler! So enlighten me.β He fired back at you with furrowed brows. You felt your eyes water. God, you didnβt want to cry in front of him, but it hurt so badly. βFarleighβ¦why are you being like this?β You muttered.
He groaned as he ran a hand down is face. βJesus, what are you on about?β He yelled out. βYou keep leading me on!! I donβt understand it. You want me one second and the next you donβt!β You yelled back, pausing for a moment.
βYou act like you love me and leave me the next second and it hurts, Farleigh. You hurt me!β You sobbed out, wiping your tears from your cheeks with your sleeve. He was taken aback for a moment, his mouth opening and closing. Almost as it he was at a loss for words. βThatβs notβno, I didnβtββ he started, but you cut him off as he reached to grab you.
βNo. Weβre done. Whatever we had is done. Itβs over.β You said as you back away from him. Something inside of him snapped, and you could see it in the way his jaw clenched and eyes hardened. βFine. Go on then. See if I give a fuck.β He chuckled out, shrugging his shoulders.
You couldnβt believe him. You couldnβt believe the words that were coming out his mouth. After everything youβve said and done together, he has the audacity to act like heβs the superior one in this situation? It was the icing on the cake for you.
Tears ran down your face, and as they hit the ground, Farleigh felt his heart clench. Never did he wanna hurt you, but itβs what he had to do, or so he thought. He was gonna have to leave to go back to Saltburn with Felix in a month, and he couldnβt bring himself to take you.
Yes, he had fun times at Saltburnβbut his family was crazy, rich, narcissistic assholes and he didnβt want you around them. More over, he didnβt want someone like Venetia to corrupt you in that way. He didnβt want you to become like her.
He knew he was being a dick, distancing himself from you. And he planned to keep it that way, but god, you made it nearly impossible to stay away. You were so inviting, how could he not succumb to his urges when it comes to you? He knew better, but he felt on top of the world when he was with you and he didnβt wanna let that go.
Watching you walk away from him right now made tears form in his own eyes, but all he could do is watch as you slipped further and further away from him. And he knew it was all his fault. All because he couldnβt communicate to you what the problem with himself was. He felt like such a coward, but he refused to hurt you more than he already had.
It had only been two weeks since you and Farleigh fell off. It was hard for you, and it was the hardest thing youβd ever done, but it was needed. You knew that.
When you stopped talking to him, you continued being friends with Felix and Oliver, but it was a nuisance. You were trying your hardest to forget about the tall, curly haired man and move on with your life, but they nearly made it impossible.
When you would all hang out, other friends included, Farleigh would show up and say act as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you. Felix and Oliver werenβt dumb, Farleigh was the one who came crying to them about what had happened. They seen right through Farleighs facade, acting as if heβs okay.
They were doing this kind of stuff on purpose, casually. Asking you about Farleigh, or bringing him up in conversation. They wanted you to give Farleigh another shot, but you gave him one too many chances to redeem himself, and you werenβt having it.
Felix invited you to one of his little frat parties, and I say little very lightly, because everyone knows the entire campus attends his parties.
You had no interest, but Oliver had insisted on you coming. Making it his mission to drag you out of the comfort of your bed. βYou need this.β He insisted as he dug through your clothes. He pulled out an ed-hardy, strapless dress and some red platformed boots. βOh this is fuckinβ perfect, love.β He smiled as he held it up to you.
βI dunno, Ollie. I donβt think I should go..β you muttered as you sat down on the edge of your bed, bringing your knees to your chest. Oliver sighed. βCmon, just let loose tonight. Youβve been moping around for like ever!β He huffed out, yet a smile returning to his face as he held up some jewelry. βTheseβll go good with it.β He urged.
You groaned and got up, snatching the clothes and jewelry out of his hands. βOut.β You grumbled. Oliver clapped his hands excitedly as he stepped out so you could get dressed.
The ed-hardy dress he chose for you hugged your curves in all the right places, your tits pushed together with the small padding built into the dress. You let Oliver back in and his jaw dropped. βYou look fucking edible! Maybe youβll get laid tonight.β He said, bumping your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes, yet a smile danced on your lips. Oliver always knew how to make the best out of a bad situation, and you loved him for that. βLetβs go before I change my mind.β You laughed, he nodded his head.
When you arrived to the party, the lights were flashing different colors. Red, blue, green, etc. it reflected off of Felixsβ shirt as he approached you, Farleigh following next to him. You clicked your tongue and looked around for an exit.
A boy caught your eye. Youβd seen him around the campus, he was friends with Felix a while ago but Farleigh didnβt like him, which ended with Felix ending their friendship. Nathan, was his name, you thought as you approached him.
His eyes trailed up and down your body, stopping at your breasts that were spilling out of the thin top part of your dress. βHey.β You purred, batting your lashes up at him. He smiled. He was handsome, you had to admitβbut no where near as handsome as Farleigh.
You shook your head from the thought, directing your attention back to the mediocre boy in front of you. βHey, baby.β He whistled out. You giggled, obviously fake, but he couldnβt tell; most likely strung out on cocaine and alcohol.
His hands snaked around your waist and he pulled you to him. He was disgustingly sweaty and reeked of cheap cologne, almost as if he poured the whole bottle on himself. Sickeningly too strong, making you gag. You forced yourself to ignore it, instead focusing on the way his hands cupped your ass in your dress.
You turned around, your back pressed to his front, only to be met with Farleighs eyes from across the body-filled room. He was staring at you, then down to the hands around your waist, and his jaw clenched. Anger, betrayal and hurt was all Farleigh felt as he watched some stranger feel you up.
But he couldnβt do anything about it. He brought this upon himself, and he knew that. But he also knew heβd do anything for your forgiveness, so he marched his way over to where you stood. You knew you should have ran away, but you didnβt.
You let him rip you away from the stranger holding you. You let him drag you all the way back to your dorm silently, a painfully tight grip on your upper arm the whole way there. You knew this was wrong, but you couldnβt find it in yourself to care anymore.
Once you reached your dorm, he slammed you against the door that was now shut. βWhat the fuck was that, hm?β He muttered. But something was different. His voice, still hard, wavered and you noticed tears in his eyes threatening to spill over. βI donβt know what youβre talking about.β You muttered.
All the sudden, he broke down. The tall boy, usually filled with confidence and pride fell to his knees before you with a small, barely noticeable sob. You stood there, unknowing of what to do, or what to say. This was new territory for you.
βMβsorry, baby. Pleaseββ he said through his tears. βIβm so fuckinβ sorry. Know I was I piece of shit, Iβm sorry.β He repeated the words you longed to hear over and over again. βIβm sorry.β He said. Those two words werenβt ever said enough from him, and you basked in every moment he said it. It made you feel a sense of power over him.
You turned his arrogant, cocky ass into a whiney little boy begging for your forgiveness at your feet and, nasty enough, you fucking loved it. You loved that only you were able to bring him to his knees like this.
βOh, Youβre sorry? Hm?β You cooed down at him, running your fingers through his curly hair. He sniffled as he looked up at you, his pretty lashes wet with tears. βSo fuckinβ sorry. Promise Iβll be better.β He muttered out, hugging your stomach.
βProve it.β You told him. He rubbed his eyes with one of his hands as he looked up at you again. βWhat?β He muttered. You smiled. βGet on the bed.β was all you said.
He nodded before climbing onto the bed, laying on his back. βWhatββ he started, but you didnβt let him finish. βEat my pussy good, make me cum with your mouth and then Iβll forgive you.β You said. He sat up on his elbows and watched you undress through hooded eyes, till you were wearing absolutely nothing.
Your nipples grew hard under the cold air, and the wetness between your thighs he could see from where he lied on your bed; it glistened in the dim light of your bedroom. Your lips were glossy and plump as your tongue glided over them, and he felt his cock harden in his pants.
You climbed on top of him, hovering your pussy over his face. His mouth watered at the sight, and he gripped his cock through his pants. Your lowered yourself onto him till your full weight rested on his face.
He began lapping at your cunt with everything he had. Licking and slurping at your juices that ran down his chin. You tasted like heaven on his tongue, and he couldnβt get enough. You were the drug in him, and he was going fucking wild.
He was a starved man, and it had been too long since he had you like this. He whined when you lifted off of his face, pushing his head back down when he tries to extend his neck to connect his mouth to your pussy again desperately.
You click your tongue. βSo desperate, hm?β You mocked with a laugh. Farleigh played nice long enough, you were holding up his meal, and he didnβt like it. βMβnot fuckin done.β He growled out. You let out a gasp as his arms wrapped around your thighs, slamming you back down onto his mouth.
You moaned out as his tongue swirled around your bundle of nerves. βFarleigh!β You yelped. He groaned into your messy cunt, sending vibrations through it that had your head falling back. βPerfect little cunt.β He said, Voice muffled by your pussy.
His laps at your cunt more erratic as your moans became more high pitched, signaling that you were on the verge of your orgasm. Your hips moved against his face, your hands entangling themselves in his hair as you glided your cunt across his tongue.
βMβgonna cum, oh my godββ you moaned out as you squeezed your breast. Farleigh moaned. βCum on my fuckinβ tongue. Good girlβ He grumbled against you as you felt a wave of pleasure roll off of you. The little pinch in your stomach finally releasing into that delicious orgasm you were so desperately chasing.
Farleigh was drowning in your juices, slurping and licking, taking everything you had to offer. He let you ride out your orgasm, your little clit bumping his nose in just the right way, your moans growing lower as you came down from your high breathlessly.
βM not done with you. Actin like a fuckin slut, letting that motherfucker touch you.β He said through clenched teeth as flipped you around onto your back, hoisting your legs over his shoulders.
He lined his cock to your entrance, clenching around nothing. He smeared his pre-cum around your folds before slowly, almost teasingly, sinking into you. You felt him fill you so full of him, almost painfully. The sting was so agonizingly good, and you wanted more.
When he bottomed out in you, his bottom lip was between his teeth, biting down so hard he nearly drew blood. You yelped when he lifted his hips before harshly slamming himself back into you, over and over again.
His pace began to pick up, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass loudly. You gripped around him firmly, so much so that he could barely pull out of you. It made him wince, but he wanted this more than anything. Heβs been craving this since you left him; he jacked himself off at night to the thought of being in your warmth.
His hand found itβs way to your throat, gripping tightly. βTake this cock, baby. Know this slutty pussy can take it.β He muttered as pried your mouth open with his thumb. He spit into your mouth, lightly slapping the side of your face, signaling for you to swallow, to which you did.
You felt so small beneath him as he pounded relentlessly into you, the grip on your throat never wavering. His groans were like music to your ear, and the sudden flip in him turned you on to no extent. It was fucking perfect how he could be so needy in two different ways. First, begging for anything youβll give him, and the next, taking what he wanted from you desperately.
βYou with me, honey?β He moaned out against your ear. You mumbled incoherently, your words slurring together. You couldnβt focus enough to form a sentence with the way he was fucking you, your mind going blank. βFucked you dumb. My stupid little whore.β He mocked as his hips stuttered against yours.
You knew he was close by the way he throbbed and swelled inside you, squeezing down onto him more as he hit that bundle of nerves inside of you with each thrust. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you gripped onto Farleighs wrist that held your neck, heels digging into his back.
His breathing was uneven and both of your bodies were sweaty messes together, but what really had you in a chokehold was the way that even when he was dominating you, his whimpers never stopped. Still so needy for your cunt as you let him take what he needed from you helplessly.
He came deep inside of you, painting your gummy walls white with his seed. His hips stilled against you, making sure to stuff you full of his cum, not wanting any of it to go to waste. When he finally released your neck, you looked down to where you were connected but your eyes froze on the sight before you.
His tamed mound of hair above his cock was soaked with your juices, but what really got you, was the evident bulge showing through your stomach. He grabbed your hand, holding it onto your stomach where the bulge of his cock was. βFeel that? Remember, only I can fuck you this good.β He spat out as he pressed down, and you released a moan at the sensation.
His free hand traveled down to your clit, rubbing harshly and fast. βGonna cum, please, can I cum?β You whimpered out as you clenched the sheets beneath you. Farleigh nodded feverishly. βCum for me, be a good girl.β He muttered as he slowly fucked his cock into you at just the right pace.
The way he dragged along your walls, paired with the stimulation on your swollen clit, deprived clit had you reaching for the moon as you came for a second time tonight. Your mouth hung agape, not a word slipping out as a breathless moan slid past your plump lips. You needed this. Youβd been craving this, and you finally got it.
Farleigh nestled himself in you, leaning his head down till his forehead was pressed against yours. Your hair was matted to your forehead from sweat, as was Farleighs, but you didnβt care. It was the least of your concerns. All you wanted was him, and you finally had him again, and this time it actually felt right.
But the words he spoke was what sealed the deal for you.
βI love you, y/n. From the moment I seen you sitting alone at lunch when we weβre sophomores back in Highschool, Iβve loved you. I loved you when you were small, shy and quiet, barely knowing anyone; and I love you now when youβre the socialist butterfly I know. I love you when you laugh, when you smile, when you speak, and even when you cry.β He said, tears running down your face.
βI will always love you.β He finished, kissing the tears that fell onto your rosy cheeks.
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βi wish people liked me moreβ + finn!!!!
I am very slowly making my way through these lol writers block is kicking my butt but these prompts really help!! thank u so much again for sending them!;
Finn Bennett x Gina Porter
'I wish people liked me more.'
Finn Bennett had never felt more uncomfortable than right that moment, sitting on her own bed, in her own home, with Gina Porter right across from her.
"Thanks again for running lines with me," Gina said with a bright smile, though her eyes betrayed her - the uncomfortable atmosphere had not escaped her either.
"Yeah it's no - no issue, really," Finn nodded. "though I'm not - I don't think I'm the right person. For this job, I mean,"
She leaned over and grabbed the script from inbetween them, idly flipping through the pages as she pretended not to be hyper-aware of the fact that Gina was on her bed currently,Β holy crap.
Finn was the poster child of composure, really.
"Why not?" Gina asked, very poorly acting like she was oblivious.
"Oh, y'know," Finn said in lieu of a real answer. She was still deeply focused on the pages she wasn't really reading. Her eyes were looking at the words, certainly, but the only thing her mind could say was that Gina looked really pretty today - like really pretty, is that top new? Should I ask? Should I give her a compliment? No, that'd be weird -
"Well, a double thank you, then," Gina replied after a prolonged silence, almost making Finn jump out of her own skin. "I can't stand running lines alone,"
Finn had never been very good at figuring out when others were dancing around a subject - she was never a very good dancer to begin with.
"Why don't you run them with the cast?" Great question, idiot. It wasn't like Finn had missed the way that the others seemed to avoid Gina, or the way that they never really seemed to listen to her during practice - Gina didn't fit in, and Finn felt bad.
"Oh, well..." Gina trailed off, now suddenly becoming very interested in her own script. "I don't -"
"Sorry, stupid question, I'm - you don't have to answer, I shouldn't have asked, let's just -" Finn scrambled off her bed with the script clutched in her fist, painfully trying to jump ship on the conversation entirely. She wasn't stupid, she knew Gina did not get along well with any of their classmates - there really wasn't a worse question she could have asked.
"No, it's fine, it's fine," Gina assured, smile growing as Finn aggressively tried to backtrack. "I mean, I might as well vent to someone, right?"
Finn was stunned for a moment, slowly nodding in agreement.
"Yeah, you can always vent with me,"
Oh my god, okay, don't panic. She's just confiding a personal detail to you this is fine, holy crap.
"Thanks," Gina smiled still, holding Finn's gaze for just a little too long. "I uh, I don't know. I feel like I just have a hard time fitting in - since we move around so much I don't really want to do all this effort to make friends, you know. But if I don't, people won't like me. I just, I wish people liked me more,"
"I like you,"
Finn wanted to die the moment the words left her. She wanted to sink through her bed and let the earth swallow her whole.
That was such a damn quick response, she's going to think you're an insane person. Shit, shit, shit -
"You do?"
When did she get so close? A second ago Finn could have sworn Gina was on the other end of the bed and know their knees were touching. Finn felt like she was going to die, either from the fact that she couldn't breathe or the fact that she was sweating so damn much, how much liquid can the human body lose before it gives out?
"Y-yeah, I mean, you're cool," Finn stumbled, aggressively pretending like her cheeks weren't burning hot. "You're nice, funny, and good at theater, and pretty -"
Shit.
"Pretty?" Gina raised an eyebrow, still smiling but expression absolutely unreadable. She almost seemed amused with watching the hole that Finn was digging for herself. She was torturing her for sure, whether she meant to or not.
"I - well, you know, just, like if I were a guy - I mean -"
Finn hardly realized she'd fallen silent, much less that Gina leaned forward - the feeling of a pair of lips on her only really got through to her once they were already gone.
"Shit," Gina leaned back, face paling at the expression on Finn. "I, I got that all wrong, I'm so -"
Gina kissed her.
Gina had leaned forward and put her lips on Finn's, and they were soft and warm and so, so nice and -
Finn had no time to panic.
Gina wanted to get up, and Finn came to her senses just in time to pull Gina back down to her. She didn't grant herself time to freak out over anything that just happened, the only focus being to get Gina to stay.
"No, no! You didn't, you - uh. Wow," Finn took a moment, looking down at her own hand still holding Gina's. "I really like you, like that,"
Gina took a moment as well, visibly relaxing and smiling down to her hands before looking Finn right in the eyes.
"I like you, like that, too,"
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