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so rude that fantasizing about writing alone is not enough to actually get the fic done. you have to actually sit down and write it. insane.
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self care is writing a fic that you’re literally the sole target audience for
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i know he's fictional but i would love nothing but to devour that man
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for the love of god, write all the self-indulgent scenes you want. be utterly shameless about including every last fantasy. i know everyone likes to share quotes and quips about how miserably hard writing is, but please please try thinking of it as a joyful act where you get to be a messy human who makes art rather than some pain filled quest for icy perfection.
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my farleigh bf headcanons
i'm having some farleigh brainrot.
semi nsfw!! ☆
ass + thigh man. —
starting it off strong. LOVES your ass and thighs. he likes squeezing them or slapping your butt playfully when you're out or just playing around.
cigarette + joint sharing —
def likes holding a cigarette or joint up to your lips and having you smoke from his fingers. definitely loves shotgunning.
pda —
hes not shy about showing you off. this also applies to the first point, because he'll grab your ass at random points, or he likes kissing and making out anywhere. also, he's soft... okay, he likes handholding.
music —
there's def dates where you're studying together or just relaxing and he has on music. and, let's just be frank. he definitely likes britney spears.
size difference —
he uses his bigness to his liking. he likes when you're on his lap, or lay on top of him when you sleep.
sex life —
LOVES giving you head. whether your sitting on his face or lying down, or even sitting on something because just know, he definitely likes fucking at parties, it's a thing. definitely kisses you when you finish. and trust me, he enjoys receiving too. on some days when he's especially stressed or annoyed, smokes a cigarette while you give him head.
pet names —
i feel like most people wouldn't think of him as affectionate, but i feel like he's big on pet names. 'baby' is probably his big one.
i love yous —
he's not shy. commitment is new to him, but you're his girlfriend. he loves you, and he's going to be blunt and say it. if you're not ready to say it back at that moment, it's fine. he can wait.
arguments —
he lets up because you're his girlfriend, but it's in his nature to be a tease. so, his mean streak just got... gentler when you began dating, which i'm sure caused a few arguments. but you guys like testing each other, the push and pull, the chase. to be honest, i hardly doubt he's the type to date someone who just takes it. he likes that you fight back, and put him in his place more often than not.
he's definitely a jealous type of boyfriend too, so that's also a topic for arguments as well.
hopeless —
loves texting you. does it often through class. helps you choose outfits for class, parties, dates. asks you to send pictures of your outfits throughout the week... most of the time uses outfits as a cover up because he likes seeing you.
party life —
likes doing coke from your thigh, back of your hand, collarbone, and valley between your breasts. always holds your drink for you and waits for you outside the bathroom. never lets you leave alone. if he's not with you dancing, he makes sure a mutual friend is or he's close by. likes swapping alcohol when making out.
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‧₊˚ ⊹ 🚗 𓂃 ࣪ ✧
cw: fem!reader & a tiny bit of smut so 18+ mdni pls
“baby, can you get back in the fucking car, please?”
“no, far. fuck you and your car.” your heels clicked against wet pavement as you walked along the sidewalk, arms crossed and trying to suppress a shiver so that your asshole of a boyfriend couldn’t tell how much the rain was getting to you.
it was a futile effort of course, farleigh could see the goosebumps raising on your skin. he could also see the adorable way you tried to blink the rain out of your eyes and push strands of your hair out of your eyes as the rain caused them to stick to your face. all so that you could continue walking away from him.
your walk was more of a strut, hips swaying and the back of your skirt barely touching the underside of your ass. it was something that he could see from his place in the driver’s side of the car as he slowly inched along the sidewalk to match your pace.
“what did the car ever do to you? i remember you liked this car a lot last weekend.” his words caused you to flush in embarrassment, solely because he was yelling out of the passenger side window. there was no one around, but you still felt like he should keep his voice down about that particular time.
it was the day that he’d gotten this car, suggesting that you should christen it with him on your first drive around town. you still vividly remember the way you’d jumped at the opportunity to climb over the center console, your legs falling on either side of his as you straddled his lap. with his long legs and how much space he needed to fit in his seat, there was more than enough space between your bodies and the steering wheel.
your boyfriend hadn’t bothered trying to hide his bulge from you, he never did. there was something unfairly erotic about the way his hands had fit themselves on your hips as he pushed you down onto him, the cold buckle of his belt pressing into your panties as wetness pooled just by feeling how hard was.
the sound you let out was just shy of a whimper, always so responsive for him as your hips shifted over his lap, your clit brushing the belt buckle again. nothing compared to the way it felt when he’d pulled your panties to the side, his fingers tracing your slit to find you already wet for him. he’d worn a taunting grin that tugged at the corner of his mouth as his eyes remained locked on yours and his head tilted to one side.
the windows of the car had fogged from the heat of your bodies frantically chasing your release in a secluded parking lot that night. it was perfect, one of the best times you’d ever had together in your humble opinion. but that didn’t take away from the fact that you were currently pissed at him.
“fuck off.”
“god, you can be so fucking childish.” the car stopped, but you kept walking, ignoring the bite in his tone and the stinging in your eyes because of it. you heard the door open and shut and you begun walking faster, knowing there was no way you wanted him to catch up to you. especially when you’d probably pissed him off to the furthest degree. not that it was unwarranted, he’d pissed you off first.
he caught up to you in a few strides, not bothering to grab at your arm, instead passing you with ease and standing in front of you with a raised eyebrow. you hated how devastatingly beautiful he looked at all times. the rain was pelting down on you both, but the way the water drenched his long eyelashes and his dark curls sent your heart into overdrive no matter how angry you were.
“just tell me what it was this time! was it something i did? something i said?” his tone was more frustrated than it had been moments ago.
“you said you didn’t like how i looked. how i dressed.”
“oh my god. that’s not-” you pushed past him at that point, not waiting to hear what he had to say as the click, click, click of your heels drew you further away from him.
he was hot on your tail though, the both of you now drenched beyond the point of return and both of your outfits officially ruined. instead of moving in front of you again, his hands found your waist as he pulled you into him. your back was pressed against his front, annoyed at how much just the physical contact soothed you.
“i didn’t say i didn’t like how you looked. i asked why you didn’t wear the dress instead of skirt when you said you were going to wear the dress.”
it was true, he had asked. but he hadn’t asked in a way that you’d consider very nice. when you got in the car, the exact words had been: “jesus christ, skirt’s a little short don’t you think? what happened to the blue dress?”
“i think you look so fucking hot, baby. you look great.”
“but-”
“no buts. i was just curious why you changed is all.”
still, you pouted and he could tell that you were without even having to look down at you properly.
“you know exactly why i’m pissed. it wasn’t what you meant, it was how you said it. apologize, far.”
a lot of people said you had the snarky american boy wrapped around your finger. people sometimes called you the brattier version of him, though many were unsure how you operated in your relationship given that fact. both of you had an attitude that matched each other’s, usually manifesting in the form of rapid fire banter. your mutual friends hadn’t understood whether you were flirting or fighting with one another for the longest time until you made your relationship official. but they quickly learned that you were the one person in the world who could make him do the things he didn’t want to do.
“no.” the response came swift and you tried to pry his hands off of you. instead, he spun you around and hiked your body up and over his shoulder. you squealed, feeling your boyfriend pull at the back of your skirt so that your ass wasn’t exposed in case anyone was watching you both. he’d definitely thought the skirt was too short and the minute he’d seen you run out to his car, he’d wanted to smack your ass raw, knowing you’d worn it on purpose.
farleigh had wanted to go out with some friends, you wanted to stay in with him. you’d tried everything to persuade him, but he wasn’t budging. so, you pulled out your very last card: the skirt you’d bought a long time ago that was much, much too short. you knew he didn’t like people seeing you in the skirt and you had admitted that you much rather wearing it for his eyes only. so, he’d known that this whole thing was a ploy from the get go.
opening the passenger side door, he plopped you down on the leather seat, still sopping wet. making sure you were safely tucked inside, he shut the door before rounding the driver’s side and getting in himself. you practically pressed your body against the door, turned to look out the window instead of at him, arms still crossed and glossy lips pouted.
“are you seriously going to be mad at me until i apologize?”
you said nothing, effectively giving him the silent treatment. with a loud groan, he cursed under his breath and muttered a flat “sorry.”
turning towards him slightly, you narrowed your eyes. “you can do a whole lot better than that, farleigh.”
“i’m sorry, baby. okay? i’m sorry and i shouldn’t have said it the way i did.”
your smile was almost instant, his eyes trained on your body as it loosened up from defence mode. “now was that so hard?” you asked, smug now. he shook his head, both hating and loving that you could always beat him at his own game.
“no, that wasn’t hard. but i have been since you walked out in that skirt.” he spoke again and you laughed, sticking your tongue out at him. “brave girl. despite how cold i am, i had my hands all over your ass just now and we’re too wet to go out so i hope you realize i’m not taking it easy on you when we get home.”
the look in his eyes sent a little thrill through your body and you nodded knowing you were in for it tonight. but at least you’d gotten what you wanted in the first place; you and your boyfriend staying in on a rainy night.
a/n: this is so bad but i wanted to write it so…. this is the product. it wouldn’t leave my brain alone. i’d call this smuttyish??? idk. this was purely self indulgent, i just wanted to write my fav bratty boy with another brat cause if he were dating me, he’d hate me so bad lmao (but i’d love it so i win). anyway, if you like this don’t hesitate to like, comment, reblog, anything. i always appreciate it!!
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the fixation is too much that its concerning my friends ‼️‼️‼️
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I WILL BE RIDING LIKE A CARNIVAL!!!! EATING HIM UP LIKE A CARNIVORE!!!
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stop looking at me with those big doe eyes. i’m gonna kill and eat you
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𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨
paring: farleigh x afabreader
a/n: im ngl im jus gonna ramble a bit so… (some nsfw some sfw)
OKKSOOOBASIKULLYYY
SFW:
has to have a hand somewhere on you at all times. whether it’s on your thigh or just touching the hem of your skirt. he needs to constantly know that you’re right there with him.
when you makeout, he likes to keep a hand gently wrapped around your throat. like i said before he just likes having his hands on you, so it’s not there to choke you. it’s just there for him to feel safer.
loves to just look at you — especially if you’re sitting on his lap. he doesn’t even do anything, he just sits and watches. admiring you. his thumb rubbing across your hips as he just holds you in place taking in your beauty.
loves doing cute lil things with you — even if its like tiny picnic dates or even face care in your bathroom. he enjoys spending time with you and its always the little things that matter.
doesn’t let ANYONE touch his hair. it like actually makes him sick. he barely even lets you (😭😭) really only lets you when you say something is wrong with it and he can’t fix it each time he tries to.
enjoys helping you pick outfits, or just fully picking them for you. if you’re really struggling to make an outfit i bet you farleigh could find something in your closet and you’d love it immediately.
cooks for you. i dunno, he just seems like the type to really love cooking for someone he loves. his love for cooking probably developed when he was a bit younger and had to make something for himself when no one else was around. and to his surprise he had fun doing it.
loves to just fall asleep in your arms. you’re his safe space and whenever he’s in a close distance from you he just instantly feels better. usually he has quite a hard time falling asleep but ever since he started dating you, that probably was no more.
most of the time you wake up in his arms, and when you try to move you can feel his grip on you get tighter. he lets out a soft whine in protest to you trying to leave him warmth. all while pulling you back against his chest.
NSFW:
i feel like farleigh would be vocal when he feels like it yk. like he isn’t always gonna be the loudest man in bed but he isnt always gonna be dead silent. sometimes he might feel a bit more vulnerable than usual and lets out the cutest little whines while you ride him. his hands instinctively resting on your hips while you skillfully grind on his sensitive cock. he isn’t really the type to beg but he might let out a few “please”’s when he really wants something from you.
def uses his size to his advantage. whether in the bed or not. if you’re disrespecting him in public, he will tower over you and just watch. watch if you would even continue just a little bit with the act you’re doing. if he sees your attitude simmer down, he does that dumb smirk and leans down to kiss your cheek. in bed it’s way more. he would use his large hands to keep you pinned down — or to pin your hands above your head as he worked his cock into your tight little cunt. whispering sweet little nothings in your ear and peppering kisses along your face as he thrusted in and out of you.
puts your pleasure before his 24/7. makes sure you’re pleased before he worries about himself. even if he’s the one to ask you to do stuff, he would immediately be the one on his knees ready to let you use him.
eats you like some chinese takeout!!! disagree if you want (i’m 100% correct.) like this man is so dedicated to please you that he gets so focused and it just feels so good. he gets realllyyyy messy when he gets really into it. he’s so obsessed with the way you taste and the little noises you make while he’s eating you out. he gets so into it that he doesn’t even realize the moans that slip from his lips as he starts to grind onto the bed.
he’s 6’5 so we know his fingers are huge… and he uses them a lot. when he slowly but surely slides them in and out of your cunt, he curls them just right and due to the size of them you swear you see stars.
huge fucking tease. likes to pretend he cant hear your begging and whispers things like ‘huh? speak up baby…’ and ‘i cant hear you — use your words’ just to get you to beg and plead more and more for him to make you feel good.
praise kink forrrrr sureeeee. he loves receiving it but he most definitely loves giving it. even if he doing the dirtiest things to you he just loves to see the way you react to his praise. ‘doing so good f’me sweetheart…’ and ‘you take me so well’ all while basically fucking destroying you as he thrusts his thick cock into you. your face is buried into the pillow and his hand is tangled in your hair.
୨୧ for my baby @ludicdoll
lmk if i should do more of these pls…
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Me writing a scene with two or more people of the same gender and trying not to get the readers confused, while also trying not to overuse the characters' names or epithets
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