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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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uch3na · 23 hours

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❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ❞

pairing: farleigh x afab reader

warnings: making out (the night before), praise, a bit of spitting, slight degredation, size kink, cum eating, fingering, cussing

synopsis: farleigh wakes you up by eating you out

a/n: evb get a new pair of panties!!!! (im sorry this is lazy and i havent been writing 😕)

you felt the suns heat on your face even while sleeping. you felt the heat going from your cheeks, all the way to your arms. it didn’t bother you since it was normal and it felt nice. you fell asleep farleigh’s room; only because last night was your birthday and you got too drunk and didn’t wanna be anywhere that wasn’t with him.

as your boyfriend, he could tell when you were really drunk, and just let you fall asleep in his arms. he also knew as your boyfriend how you get when you were drunk. when the two of you were out last night, you couldn’t seem to keep your hands off of him. you just had to be in his lap, with his hand on your waist everywhere he went. when he got up to use the bathroom you would whine and ask him to just wait and let you sit for a bit longer. and each time he let you sit for a few minutes more, you would give him that little look and “adjust” yourself in his lap. farleigh knew exactly what you were doing — but didn’t wanna act on it until you were sober. he just sat back and let you get your little hopes up only to be disappointed when you got home.

he felt bad — he really did. he always wants his girl to feel good no matter what. it just doesn’t sit right with him when you’re drunk and he’s not. the most he’ll do when you’re intoxicated is make out with you. farleigh already has discussed tonight that he’s not going any further than that and it took you a while to fully digest it. and after that little while you just accepted it and took what he was gonna give you. the moment he put his lips on yours, you felt yourself melt. he leaned his back against the headboard, pulling you into his lap. after some time of his lips against yours, you felt yourself get a bit sleepy. he could tell you were getting tired too, so he just let you bury yourself in his neck and breathe in his scent as you drifted off.

you don’t know when you woke up, but you remember exactly how. you felt a tickle on your legs before you decided to finally rub your eyes and try to wake up faster. when you looked down you saw farleigh’s face buried between your thighs. he was kissing softly at your clothed pussy. the only thing in the way of his tongue being in you was your pink, lacy underwear. farleigh absolutely loved when you wore underwear like that. it honestly made him want you more if that was even possible. you felt his tongue lick a stripe and you shivered from the way the fabric got cold when he let out a deep breath onto the saliva. you moan softly at the sensation and the sudden noise makes farleigh look up and take his mouth off of you.

"aw, m'sorry princess... did i wake you up?" he whispers sensually. a small smile forms on his face when he notices your expression when you realized what he was doing. he had his arms wrapped around your thighs and moved one so he could use his hand to move your underwear to the side. you leaned up onto your elbows, getting a better look at him. he maintained eye contact the entire time as he skillfully used his thumb to toy with your clit. he noticed your breath getting heavier with each movement, each kiss he left onto your soaking pussy. he wanted to tease you before he gave you fully what you wanted.

farleigh kept the eye contact, his eyes boring into yours while he used two fingers to slide through your folds. he was lubing them up so it wouldn’t be too hard to slide into your little cunt. you slowly shut your eyes before you felt a warm sensation on your pussy. farleigh had spit on you. he noticed your reaction and it got a smirk out of him before he finally got to work. once his mouth was fully on you, you let out the cutest moan he had ever heard. he slid the two fingers in, slowly and steadily — luckily for him it wasn’t too hard for them to slide in before he started to finger fuck you mercilessly. his mouth was sucking on your clit before he pulled away to say, “since you wanted to act like a little slut yesterday, ima treat you like one sweetheart.”

after his words he almost immediately began to work his mouth faster on you. his fingers pumping in and out at a pace he had never done before. “w-wasn’t tryna act like a slut…” you hiccup. “jus-… just wanted your attention far…”

he broke the eye contact to watch his fingers easily slide into you. he curled his fingers up just right and you choke out a moan and reach down to hold his other hand. farleigh looked back up at you, moving his hand away before saying “no touching until i say so.” and instead of him holding onto your hand, he used his very large one to press down onto your stomach to keep you from squirming around. you felt your body vibrate with each moan and groan that came from his mouth and into your cunt. you clenched around his fingers with each curl up and pump in and out of your soaking pussy. he took his mouth off of your clit, peppering tiny kisses around the inside of your thighs. “cmon cum for me baby, i know you can do it…”

farleigh continued to use his tongue on you until your legs were shaking on top of his shoulders. his eyes were animalistic, almost burning holes into your skin just with his look. he was damn near growling, trying to get a better taste of you. “fuck farleigh- i think imgonnacum.” you moan out quickly. he could already tell just from the way your breath got heavier and your noises got higher in pitch. he moved his hand from your stomach and intertwined his fingers with yours, making his hand look way bigger.

you were panting, a fucking mess beneath him. and all only from his mouth and fingers. once your orgasm washed over you it felt like you were in heaven. you looked down at farleigh to see him licking everything up like a damn dog. he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, and then almost immediately slipped them into his mouth. you heard him moan at the taste of you on his tongue again. he looked back up at you before he climbed on top of you and put his lips on yours.

“happy now?”

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