#he looks ssooo good

[twostepstyless]

barking like a dog!!!

[flovverworks]

oh i found my old post with the quote <3 wanting to be remembered but akira who has heard multiple ppl say they cant rmbr the last sage's face&name && so they know that when they eventually return to their world they'll probably be forgotten too,,,,, 'Because there’s nobody you can blame, it feels like there’s nowhere for that pain to go.' aaaUUUUUUUggGGHHGHGGHGHHH

[ohbo-ohno]

Okay but *gulp* soap with his dick slipping out and accidentally pressing into the wrong hole. Doesn’t stop him from continuing tho

listen LISTEN listen - yeah!! soap is 100% the kind of asshole to do this!!

1.7k soap x f!reader "wrong hole" drabble 🫶 (cw: pwp smut, noncon anal sex between partners (also unrealistic anal sex), pussy drunk johnny)

You arch further into Johnny, slick skin sliding along slick skin as your mouth drops open on a moan.

“Jo-Johnny,” you pant, gripping tightly to his broad shoulders. “Feels ssooo- so good.”

“Yeah?” He grunts from above you, mohawk messy and dripping sweat. “Bet it- bet it feels big, huh?”

You whine, pushing your hips closer to him as he slams home inside of you. “So big,” you agree, your mind draining from you slowly as he pulls nearly the entire way out on every thrust, leaving you almost empty before filling you to the brim. “God, you’re so good, Johnny.”

“Fuck, yes,” he pants, arms wrapping around your back and squeezing you tight to him. Your hips are pushed a little further up, a little closer to him. You wrap both your legs around his waist, hold him as tight as he does you. He only manages to keep up his rhythm through pure strength, easily able to overpower your grip.

“So good,” he mimics, eyes squeezed shut. You can’t look away from him - the sweat dripping down the side of his tanned face, the wrinkles and scars decorating his skin, the way he looks like he’s either in agony or euphoria. “Feel so perfect, so tight. Fuck, missed you so much, lass, missed your perfect cunt.”

Your eyes nearly roll back in your head when he hits the perfect spot inside of you, body limp in his arms. You feel almost like a doll, like a toy for him to fuck, but he’s so good at it that you can’t even begin to care.

The both of you devolve into moans, occasionally trying to speak and choking on your words. You might feel embarrassed of what a mess Johnny’s made of you, if he weren’t in the same condition.

He pulls out completely on several thrusts in a row, both of you gasping at the sensation - you, because it’s a shock to go from nothing to everything completely and him, because every thrust inside of you when he’s pulled all the way out feels like the first. You dig your nails into his muscles, pushing your chest against his for all the physical contact you can manage.

It happens too quickly for you to even really notice. One second Johnny is rearranging your guts, giving you the best dick of your life, and the next you feel like you’re being torn in two.

You nearly scream, eyes flying open and nails dragging down his back, peeling skin off. Johnny’s loud groan drowns you out almost entirely, and he doesn’t seem to notice what he’s done.

You notice. Your unstretched ass feels like it’s on fire, and after your first sound of shock you can’t get enough breath in to try and say it hurts. 

Johnny can’t thrust the whole way in, like he had in your pussy. Your body gives him too much resistance, which is what finally makes him realize.

You’re nearly blinded by the tears filling your eyes when he finally blinks open, staring down at you.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, and you can feel his heart racing against your chest. “Did I-? Am I in your-?”

“Pull out,” you gasp, tapping at his back desperately. “Oh my god, Johnny, pull out, I can’t- fuck, you’re too big.”

That’s the wrong thing to say - instead of pulling out, he groans, dropping his forehead to yours and letting his eyes fall shut again. You let out a long, high whine when his hips push forward, slowly spearing you further and further on his cock.

You’re made mute by the pain, left only with your nails as defense as you try and tear his back to shreds. You should know better, though - Johnny’s a masochist, and pain you inflict only drives him more insane.

“God, you’re fuckin’ stranglin’ me,” he pants, pulling out just enough to force himself a few inches deeper. “Thought your cunt was tight, but it’s nothin’ compared to this.”

“Johnny- please.”

“So fucking warm.” He looks nearly delirious above you, pupils blown so wide you can barely see his iris even as close as you are. “Tight.”

“Johnny,” you whine, even as the slide becomes a little bit easier from all the slick dripping from your cunt. “Hurts, please, you gotta… gotta stop.”

He makes a sound that’s somewhere between soothing and a snarl, a low sound that makes you instinctually arch further towards him and then yelp when that gives him more leverage.

“You’re fine,” he comforts - well, the words should be a comfort but his tone is almost dismissive. “You’re wet, I can feel it.”

“Not enough,” you cry, half choking on a sob when you feel him finally bottom out inside of you. “Ok, ok, please pull- pull out, Johnny.”

“But you feel so good,” he purrs, butting his nose against your temple. “Fuckin’ hot little ass, huh lass? You’re squeezin’ me so good, you sure you want me to pull out?”

“Yes!”

You feel the sharp smile pressed against your temple and hiccup a sob, shifting your legs so that instead of wrapping around him you’re trying to push him away. But he’s too strong for you to make him move, and he only shoves himself even further inside of you by leaning his weight forward.

“I think you’re lying,” he almost sings, grinding his hips deep inside of you. He shifts briefly, holding himself above you on one arm and sneaking the other between your bodies and down to your pussy.

You cry out when his fingers work quickly at your clit, tight fast circle that have you shaking and moaning. It’s almost enough to drown out the pain of having your back hole stretched so ruthlessly - almost.

“Here,” he says, dipping his hand down a little further to almost scoop the slick dripping from you, smearing it around your plugged hole like he’s trying to make up for the lack of lube in the first place. He pulls out about halfway, thrusting back in and moaning when you cry out. “Th-there, how’s that feel?”

“Still hurts,” you manage to get out through your sobs, eyes squeezed shut against the pain.

Johnny’s panting like a dog above you as he starts to fuck you again, his pace sharper and uncaring about your sensitivity. You can’t help but clench down, your inner muscles squeezing tight in an attempt to push him out that only drags him further in. 

You can’t do anything but lay there and take it - as he moans repeatedly into your ear - while he fucks you. The pain eases after a bit, your own wetness making the path at least slightly easier, but the sharp sting never fully dissipates. Your tears don’t dry up, and you’re nowhere close to the orgasm that had been building before.

Johnny’s your complete opposite - he’s lost in his own pleasure, and your desperate scratches down his back only make things better for him. If you’d thought he was euphoric before, he looks like he’s found Nirvana now. You’re not sure if he’s so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he can’t hear your pain, or if your pain is what’s driving him more and more insane with pleasure.

For your own sake, you pray it’s the first.

He doesn’t last long - thank God - and only a few minutes later his thrusts get choppier and choppier, jerking in and out of you without any rhythm at all.

“Gonna make me come, bonnie, fuck.”

You can only stare wide-eyed at the ceiling as Johnny buries his face in the crook of your neck and comes deep inside of your ass, the hot spurt of his come a distant sensation with the stretch of his cock still at the front of your mind.

“Alright, alright, pull… pull out now, Johnny, please,” you beg again, too shell-shocked to even flinch at the embarrassing crack in your voice.

He obeys wordlessly, pulling his limp cock out slowly enough to make you whine when he finally leaves you empty.

“Hush, hush,” he quiets you, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone and brushing over your spread hole with his fingers. You jolt and whine, turning to press your face into his sweat-soaked mohawk. “You’re alright, didn’t even tear.”

“You-you sure?” You sniffle.

He chuckles a little, the sound vibrating through your chests. “Yeah, you’re alright, lass. Didn’t think I would really hurt you, did’ya?”

You can only whine.

His fingers dip inside your back hole just long enough to drag out some of his come, moving up to shove it inside of your pussy.

“There ya go,” he soothes, repeating the process again and again. “Still got a nice load in your guts, you're alright." His fingers lift to your clit, rubbing in perfect circles to make you arch and gasp, squirming for more pleasure despite the growing ache in your other hole.

He brings you to a slow orgasm, one that has the last of your tears dripping down your cheeks and clinging to his shoulders like a life raft. Your breaths are uneven, heartbeat quick in your chest, and you feel fuzzy around the edges.

Unlike usual, Johnny stops at one orgasm. You almost expect him to keep going like he always does, never satisfied with less than three for you and two for him, but he pulls his hand away after your first pained whines start again.

He doesn’t get off of you, letting his weight push you deeper and deeper into the couch cushions. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close to you and breathing in his musk. It takes a while to get your breathing even again, though Johnny’s levels out in moments.

You only let your eyes close once his snores start up, loud in your ear. The rumbling of his chest is a comfort, and you float into sleep with Johnny’s sweaty body pressed firmly against every part of yours, and the ache in your ass only growing more noticeable with every breath.

[bbunivxrse]

AHHH I LOVED UR "HATED HIM" GOJO FIC ITS SO CUTEE🥹 I WANNA SEE A PART 2!! im curious will the reader date gojo or js continue to hate him lmao

❥ IMPROVEMENTS - SATORU GOJO

pairing: gojo x f!reader contents: pt 2 to this fic although you dont need to read it to understand this one. no warnings js fluff here !!! word count: 2.5k on the DOT a/n: HII NONNIE IM SSOOO HAPPY U LIKED IT!!! im sorry this took so long ive been busy with work and exams coming up :( hopefully i can post more often soon :((( ANYWAZ ENJOY

so maybe you don’t hate Satoru Gojo. not anymore. since that moment you shared with him, you thought everything would go back to normal, and for the most part it did. well, you think it did, but everyone else saw the changes clear as day.

as time passed, from an outside perspective it seemed like the two of you suddenly had a… “stable” friendship. both “stable” and “friendship” being used very very loosely. although gojo prefered “happy relationship” and “loving marriage”. the yelling matches (you yelling at gojo while he just sits there and smiles like an idiot) that used to occur multiple times daily went down to only once a day, if at all. you didn’t seem to shoo him away as much or rant about how annoying he is. it was almost like you were warming up to him.

if nobody knew what had happened between the two of you it would’ve seemed like a random switch that went off one day, except everyone did know what happened, cuz gojo’s big mouth went and told everyone the next fucking day. to escape being made fun of to no end, you told everyone you only kissed him so he’d shut up and there was no feelings beyond that, which was half true. the other half of you knew that being all bandaged up by him after a mission gone wrong, sitting in his bed while he tells you how much he cares about you, a man who’d usually piss you off and act all goofy. to see him like that was like a breath of really fresh air and kinda changed the way you saw him.

obviously he was still super annoying and pissed you off, but he seemed to finally get the memo and tuned it down so that it was actually manageable. his laugh was suddenly cuter, his face was less punchable and his flirting was almost starting to fluster you. almost. he still made those stupid comments and monologues for waaayy too long but he got a lot sweeter in his teasing and actions. he somehow found out what your favourite foods and places to eat were and bought you food after long days of school, training sessions and missions and took you to places around tokyo on outings “dates”. your friendship with him was finally tolerable. 

waking up on a sunday morning, you hear the sound of buzzing from your phone on your bedside table. 

incoming call from gojo.

its way too early for him to be bothering you already, but you know very well that if you don’t pick up now he’ll keep calling til you do. you silently curse shoko for giving him your number when he asked her, since he already knew you’d say no to him. “what do you want?” you answer his call, putting the phone to your ear as you sit up in bed. “good morning to you too i guess..” you can hear the pouting in his voice. “what are you up to today??” 

“i’m training a bit with nanami and haibara later.” you check the clock on the table, mentally starting to plan when you’re gonna start getting ready to meet the two of them. “nanami!? why would you train with him!? he doesn’t know anything.” he seemed to completely tune out the second name you mentioned

“he knows more than you.” you laugh at his dramatic gasp over the phone, picturing the look on his face. “whateverrrr. you should train with me instead!” 

“no.” 

“what!? why not?? im soooo much better than him!” you can hear the passion in his voice and you begin to wonder how he can have so much energy so early in the morning, especially on a sunday. “please humble yourself, and i already told nanami i’d train with them anyway.” you glance back at your clock, continuing to consider how long you can stay in bed for. “fiiineee. we can train together next time. what’re you doing after that?” 

“after training i’m gonna…” your voice trails off as you think back to earlier this week, trying to recall if you had made any other plans with anyone for today. “not doing anything later. i’m probably gonna go back to my dorm.” you confessed, forgetting exactly who you were on the phone with. “oh so you’re free later? perfect! we sh-“ 

“no, i’m not free. i’m going back to my dorm gojo. and i’m staying there. all day.” you make sure to give him the details of your plan to stay in your room so he doesn’t have any wiggle room to plan anything. “hmmmm.. okay! ill just come over then!” 

“what?? n-“ 

“cyalaterbye!!” you hear the phone beep as he hangs up, now looking down at your lock screen. 'god he’s sooo annoying.'

getting out of bed after looking down at your clock again, you decide you have more than enough time to watch a bit of the show you’ve been catching up on. maybe about two and a half episodes?

checking the time halfway through the first episode, you decide you’re not in the mood to continue watching and you’ll watch a movie instead after training. you get up and begin getting ready for the scheduled training session you had, lightly fixing up your hair so you looked presentable and throwing on your uniform before heading out. 

training with nanami and haibara went well, and you were all surprised gojo didn’t show up to bother you but you figured he was busy with his own thing. coming home you immediately threw your uniform onto the floor and went to take a shower, feeling all gross and sweaty. ‘ill pick it up later.’

you turn the water on, allowing it to get hot before stepping into the shower. you decided to use your favourite body wash that smelled like heaven in a bottle, the scent filling up the entire bathroom and making all the air around you smell like your favourite fragrance. you linger in the shower for a bit, the hot water feeling therapeutic against your skin. once you were done you headed back to your room, throwing on some comfy flared sweats and a random tank top from your wardrobe. looking in the mirror, the outfit was surprisingly cute, and really comfortable.

in a good mood from the nice shower and already feeling pretty after only putting on some  random clothes, you decided to have fun and do some light makeup. maybe you’ll run a few errands later? you were a bit low on snacks at the moment.

finishing off your makeup with a pretty lipgloss, you look in your little snack drawer to see what you had left. some gum, a few candies and one bag of your favourite chips you’re planning to save. maybe it was time to restock. 

you throw on a light jacket and grab your bag, gathering your essentials and getting your shoes on before leaving your dorm. you decided to go to the little convenience store only a few minutes away since they had all the snacks you like. 

within a few minutes you made it to the store, picking out a bunch of snacks and candies you liked. as you were looking at the new flavours of candy they had, the bell by the door jingled as someone entered the store. “y/n!!” you heard a familiar voice behind you. “why are you here?? you said you were staying in your dorm. all day.” gojo mocks the tone you used with him on the phone earlier. “i changed my mind. why are you here?” 

“satoru wanted to get some candy on the way home.” suguru appears from behind him, giving you a smile and a polite wave. “hmm.. they have a nice selection here, what do you think i should get?” gojo puts a hand to his chin as he looks through all the candies. “the sour green apple candy from this brand is really good. and the lemon flavour too, they’re my favourites.” you say as you point to the candies. “then they’re my favourites too,” gojo immediately picks up two of each flavour you recommended, before picking a few other candies he knows you like.

“you do not need all that sweetness. think about your health.” suguru grimaces at the amount of sweets in gojos hands. “i’m not gonna eat all of it! do you really think that low of me? i’m sharing with my girlfriend.” he plops his purchase on the counter for the cashier, smiling down at you “and i’m still coming over,” 

“i didnt agree to that, nor do you have girlfriend.” 

“don’t care,” gojo shrugs as he takes his bag full of your favourite candies, cheerfully skipping out the door followed by you and suguru. the two of you followed as he happily pranced down the street and back to school. 

“you’re really not gonna leave me alone?” 

“nope!” you and gojo stand outside your dorm as he waits for you to unlock the door. you sign at his persistence, grabbing your keys from your bag and opening the door. he had never actually been in your dorm before so this was like a new world to him. “kinda messy in here. you needa clean up a bit y/n” gojo steps inside as if it were his own house, yet looks around at your space as if he were at a museum. “do you ever shut up? and take your shoes off. don’t step on my nice carpet. if it gets dirty i will kill you.” 

“yes ma’am.” he obeyed as if his life was truly in danger. you take off your own shoes, putting your jacket and bag away before plopping yourself on your bed. you watch gojo pace around your small dorm room, picking up random objects to inspect before humming and placing it back down. you know he should be monitored carefully while in proximity of your stuff but you really can’t be bothered to babysit right now and just allow him to stimulate himself.

after a few minutes of replying to missed texts from a few of your friends, you hear gojo sigh, dropping the bag of candy on the floor and placing his glasses alongside the makeup you put on earlier. you realize he hadn’t said a word for those few minutes. “you’re being too silent, what are yo-“ gojo fully drops himself on top of you, his hard head hitting your chest so hard you swear you heard a rib crack. “holy fucking shit you fatass, get off me!! you’re heavy.” you try to push him off you but he doesn’t budge. “but ‘m tired baby,” he whines as he made himself more comfortable on top of you. “i will kill you.” 

“m‘kay..” gojo yawns, wrapping his arms around you. now you’re stuck, great. you honestly didn’t think the word ‘tired’ existed in gojo’s vocabulary since he somehow always has energy. you had never seen him sleep before, which sounds somewhat normal until you remember the overnight trips and missions you and your classmates went on frequently, where gojo never slept. or he never let anyone see him sleep. you didn’t really realize it until now, with him on your chest already seeming close to knocking out.

as much as it annoyed you that you couldn’t get up to eat the candy he’d bought for the two of you to have, you figured if you woke him up he’d just bother the shit out of you until you let him sleep again, and you honestly realize how cute he is when he’s quiet. sighing in defeat, you open up your laptop that you had left on your bed earlier and throw on a movie you had already wanted to watch today. “hm..? what’s that?” gojo mumbles as he’s half asleep. “the movie suguru recommended me the other day. the one about the samurai?” 

“ohhh.” gojo turns his head away from the screen to rest on the other side of his head “that one sucks. and the main character dies.” 

“ugh, spoiler warning next time??” you flick the top of his head as he laughs. you scroll through the selection of movies on the site, humming occasionally while adding interesting movies to your watch later list. eventually you find a random movie that you had never heard of but it looks interesting enough and decide to watch it. the large boy laying on top of you turns his head back to the screen once he hears the new film playing. this time he doesn’t say anything, but you notice his eyes struggling to stay open as he yawns literally every waking minute.

“gojo why don’t you go back to your dorm to sleep? you can barely keep your eyes open,” you giggle at him as he tries to look offended but clearly doesn’t have to energy to. “mn-mm. ‘m watchin… with my wife.” he yawns mid sentence. “well i’m not your wife, soooo…” 

“you are my wife… we’re married… you remember.”  you know he normally only says stuff like that to get under your skin, but sometimes it sounds like he truly believes it, which is a bit scary. you can’t even pay attention to the movie with how hard you’re contemplating to get him off you and in his own bed, but it seems there’s truly no solution. he’s a freakishly tall and muscular man with 100% of his body weight on top of you, so you obviously can’t push him off. and he clearly wont willingly get up, and you know you can’t convince him to get up, so you begin to accept that you might actually be stuck here. 

“ill let you stay if you grab the bag of candy for me,” gojo seems to be too tired to remember that there’s nothing you can do to force him to leave and he easily could’ve refused. he lazily throws the bag onto the bed beside you before plopping himself right back where he was before. “now lemme stay.” you roll your eyes instinctively, grabbing the bag and picking out one of the candies gojo had picked for you. he lets out one last yawn before allowing his tiredness to consume him.

as you open up the sweets and start eating, you look down at gojo. you never really took a moment to actually realize how pretty he really is, and especially how cute he looks while he sleeps. as creepy as that sounds. you think it’s because his mouth is finally shut and he’s not saying the most annoying sentences he can come up with, or constantly blabbering to you about stuff you never asked him about and have no interest in. you honestly didn’t mind this heavy man peacefully asleep on top of you as you eat candy and watch a movie. it was quite nice, actually. maybe you’ll start to allow gojo to do things like this more often. 

i really had no idea how to end this :SOB: but it turned out well i hope. pls send requests btw i have ZERO idea what to write neext

[r4vn]

—LATE BLOSSOM (cont.)

farleıgh x reader 【3/3】

w.c: 6,379

part ¹: here

part ²: here

disclaimers: smut ;), 18+, nsfw, unprotected p in v (stay safe out there guyz), fluff!!, wine drunk, intoxicated sex, creampies, sexual tension, sweet, lovey, softdom!farleigh, pining, happy ending

—synopsis: you are invited over to your boss's home again for dinner. the two of you share a glass a wine after, making the atmosphere reach warmer, intense places.

a/n: hiiii. im ssooo sorry this took foreverrr. bur its here guys! i really hope both my fluff and smut enjoyers enjoy this c: all love! sorry for typos!

「 divider by @/cafekitsune」

"damn it...damn it..– damn it!" farleigh hissed under his breath before slamming his hands on both sides of his laptop. you jumped from the sudden loudness at the coffee and tea station, frowning upon your boss's displeasure.

"sir, might i advise you to take a break?" you suggested, getting waved off by the brooding male. he exhaled loudly before leaning back in his chair, holding the bridge of his nose.

"i cant take a break when these files are due back to HR and marketing. i've been so swamped lately. its a never ending pile of spreadsheets, reports and numbers." farleigh grumbled in reply. you continued to make a cup of tea with milk and sugar, bringing the cup to your boss's desk.

"then i will advise you to have a cup of tea, yes?" you werent looking for a real answer and you weren't going to take no for one either. before farleigh could respond you had already placed the cup right in front of him and gently pushed his stack of papers away. he opened his mouth to protest but immediately closed it, his eyes following you without moving his head. a certain smile stayed on his lips.

"you really know how to read me dont you, [y/n]?" you couldnt hold back the smile forming on your lips, simply shrugging at the man's statement.

"it's my job, isnt it?" you queried in a cheeky tone. farleigh chuckled and sipped the cup quietly. you noticed his shoulders relaxing as he drank, mentally giving yourself a high five. farleigh knew how to stress himself out but he was a stubborn one and always pushed through it. having you around meant actually forcing him to take a break, because you didnt allow him to over exert himself. you would find little time slots to occupy his mind with something else to basically be considered a break, whether it be sipping a cup of tea, looking out the landscape window, or starting a conversation on a topic not related to work.

when you would fix a cup of tea for mr.start, he usually stopped everything to drink at least half his cup before tending to his job again. it was nice to see him relax, and it was so unfortunate that the time of bliss was so little. it had been 3 days since you babysat benjamin, and farleigh told you he asks about you minimally 4 times a day. you smiled everytime farleigh mentioned a time benji randomly brought you up in topics like dinosaurs or pizzas, connecting to the things you did while babysitting.

you missed benji, you did. but it would probably never happen again, maybe once in a blue moon right?

"thank you, [y/n]." farleigh hummed in content, drinking his beverage. you grinned and winked at him. farleigh knew the wink meant nothing, but his chest got warm at the sight of it, maybe it was the tea.

as you cleaned up the beverage station, farleigh couldn't help but stare. his eyes trailed your body from head to toe. from your neat, low ponytail, to your fitted striped button up that ever so slightly hugged your chest and cinched your waist, down to your fitted black slacks.

he enjoyed when you wore pencil skirts, from long to short, you looked eye-catching in them. but you looked good in anything you put on really. from slacks, to skirts, to blouses or blazers. you had a subtly amazing fashion sense even in the work environment.

he sometimes wondered how you looked with everything off—

"[y/n], are you busy tonight?" farleigh blurted, the blood suddenly rushing to his ears. you perked up at the question, quickly turning to face mr.start. your brow rose from seeing his demeanor looking more flushed than a handful of seconds ago.

"well, i was just going to hang out with my roommate and share a couple of beers." you thought aloud. farleigh didnt peg you to be a beer drinker but for some reason if made you more attractive to him. something about seeing a girl chug and entire thing of beer was a slight, slight turn on.

"if you have plans, no worries, [y/n]." the curly brunette man quickly waved his hand again, chuckling sheepishly. you studied your boss for only a second, noticing his body language. you kept quiet with your thoughts to not make unwanted tension, playing it off with a laugh.

"farleigh its okay, i will let my roommate know we can do it later in the week. what time did you want me to head over?" you smiled brightly. the man's heart damn near jumped out of his chest at the mere sound of his first name leaving your mouth. he'd always try to get you to be more comfortable saying it when you were in his home, but hearing it in the work environment made his heart tingle.

"yeah ..uhm–" mr.start cleared his throat of any stutters. "great, we'll leave together then, yes? i'll make sure to let margaret know to let benji stay up a bit later to join us for dinner. would that be alright with you?" farleigh's brown eyes stared into yours with a glimmer in them. you now noticed an even brighter shine to his person, differencing his attitude just moment ago over work. you shared one last smile with your boss, nodding at his plan before sitting at your personal desk to continue work. you didnt fully acknowledge it, but you were excited. excited to know more about mr.start's life outside work.

°°°

it was nearing the end of the day, and the sun was beginning to near the end of the horizon. you loved watching the sun set. the sun painted the sky vibrant oranges and purples this evening. you stared for a while, making sure to remember every detail.

"ready to go, [y/n]?" farleigh hummed, smiling at your deep gazing at the sky. you glanced over at him and nodded with a smile, a rosey blush dusting your cheeks.

"margaret says dinner will be nearly done when we get there, let's head out shall we?" farleigh closed his laptop, sliding it into his sling bag. you tidied your desk and grabbed your belongings before following your boss out of his office, thanking him for holding the door open. the two of you stepped into the lift, pressing the first floor and simply waited. you glanced at him and he glanced at you, giggles soon erupting from you and farleigh.

"they should really put some music in here." you joked, farleigh humming in agreement. soon the lift finally let you two go and farleigh led you to his car. you dont know what you expected, but since farleigh had a chauffeur pick you up last time, you didnt know what he drove. farleigh led you to a sleek, black, 2-door luxury model car. it had to be one of the most recent models, and it was gorgeous. you continued to hide your surprise, thanking farleigh as he opened your door first for you.

the brunette quickly hopped into the car and turned over the engine. the car revved up impressively loud and you couldnt help but smile, looking at your boss. he chuckled at your amazement.

"a jaguar, first big boy purchase of mine since taking over the company a couple years ago." farleigh grinned, putting the car in reverse. the car had an amazing interior, sleek and fairly roomy. you decided to put your nerves aside and relax a little, listening to whatever was on the radio whilst staring out the window. the ride wasn't too long, about 20 minutes. the sun was near set now and purples and blues overtook the sky. it was a long day and you were tired, yes, but you weren't one to fall asleep in others cars. yes you trusted farleigh but not enough for him to see you sleeping. that felt like another level of intimacy to you.

just as you as your eyes began to slowly close, farleigh turned down the music. "we're here, sleepy head." the corners of your mouth turned upwards at his words and you rotated your body to face forward.

"i wasn't asleep. very close though." you admit, farleigh chuckling.

"yeah well, i hope youre still hungry." farleigh parked the car in front of the estate doors, a butler immediately coming to the brunette’s side.

"good evening sir." greeted the suited man. farleigh slowly stepped out, also greeting the butler. his eyes noticed another walking out to open your door, but he subtly and quickly waved at him to stop walking. farleigh handed the keys to the butler in front of him before walking over to your side of the car. you thanked him for opening your door. it was a small gesture, yes but it spoke volumes of his character.

the two of you walked in, almost immediately being greeted by the mini farleigh himself. benji squealed with happiness and jumped into your arms. you laughed at his excitement, hugging him tightly and spinned him around.

"i missed you miss [y/n]! did daddy tell you how much i missed you? i missed you sooo much!" your cheeks began to hurt from how much you were smiling at the boy. you nodded at him and set him down.

"i heard! i missed you too benji." you exclaimed, hearing farleigh laugh quietly at such a cute interaction. benji exclaimed again and headed towards him, giggling as his father scooped him up.

"good evening margaret." farleigh spoke, nodding his head to the brunette maid. margaret curtsied and smiled, beginning to follow you, farleigh and benji further into the house.

"good evening sir, i hope your day was well. dinner is not yet so i apologize. i'd say about 15 minutes more till then." farleigh waved it off, setting benji back on the ground for him to run around.

"no worries, how about to take benji to get ready for dinner please yes?" margaret nodded at mr.starts request, taking benji's hand and guided him to his room. farleigh turned to you and smiled before walking and curling his index and middle finger, signalling for you to follow him.

you obeyed silently, admiring the house per usual. you dont think you could ever get used to it. farleigh led you to his room, setting his laptop case on his dresser. you looked around in slight awe. the color theme of the bedroom was a phthalo green and maroon. theyre were gold accents on the furniture pieces such as his nightstand, dresser and bed frame, complimenting the mahogany wood. his bed sheets and pillow cases were the maroon red color while the wallpaper took the green with lighter accented green flourishes.

"your room is pretty." you complimented. farleigh grinned, his cheeks flushing a more rosy color.

"thank you. here, its a dress for dinner. it was my aunts, but i think it'd look nice on you." you gasp softly. it was a simple black dress. but something about the style made you gush over it. it was a rather nicely made dress. you headed towards the bathroom and took off your work clothes, neatly folding them before taking your hair out of your ponytail. you pulled out a couple of front hair strands before putting your [h/c] hair in a fluffy messy low bun for a simple, more presentable look.

you thanked yourself for already wear black low heels to work, them going perfectly with the dress. stepping out with your belongings, you caught farleigh as he was beginning to button his shirt. you could see his entire abdomen and chest through the open sliver of the button up he out on, along with his undone tie. you subtly rotated your body 90° degrees, clearing your throat to catch your boss's attention.

"hm? oh, [y/n], you look amazing." farleigh praised, smiling big at your look. you laughed sheepishly, glancing to see if your boss was more presentable, and he was. he was more than two-thirds of the way done buttoning his shirt. you placed your clothes on his dresser and turned to him again, subconsciously grabbing the ends of the dress.

"you think so? it fits nicely." your hands ran down the sides of your body, enjoying how the dress accentuated your figure.

"it does .." farleigh swallowed thickly, letting out a light laugh. it did* fit your figure nicely. it hugged your curves in all the right places. from chest, to waist, to backside..

farleigh blinked his way back to reality before clearing his throat. he nodded his head towards the door, signaling you to follow him as he buttoned his cuffs. you and your boss walked down to the dining room, walking in just as the chef walked in with the dish tray.

"right on time mr. start." margaret gleamed. benji waved excitedly towards you, briefly thanking the chef for his plate.

"you look so pretty miss [y/n]!" exclaimed the son, cheesing towards you. you smiled sweetly, thanking him before noticing farleigh had pulled your chair out next.

"thank you sir." you blushed quietly, avoiding his gaze..

"farleigh*, [y/n]." he pressed, playfully holding up a finger.

"thank you, farleigh." you spoke softer than last time. the chef brought you your plate, uncovering it for you. it was sirloin dressed in a homemade wine roux, set over broccoli and mashed potatoes. the plate was garnished beautifully.

"oh wow, this looks amazing s– farleigh." you quickly caught yourself from using mannerisms, smiling up at the tall man. you grinned and looked at the chef, who nodded his head softly before making his exit. benji's plate has smaller portions, and his meat was already cut up into smaller pieces.

you, farleigh, and benji all dug in, a comfortable silence enveloping the room besides the sound of dishware clinking. you took occasional glances towards farleigh, sharing the brief seconds of eye contact. you couldnt fully pinpoint it but something had been different with farleigh today. maybe he had been nervous, but it just seemed more, easily flustered today. was it the stress? maybe he was tired? you didn't dwell on it much, because he looked better now. maybe it was the food helping him.

mr.start did look much more relaxed, maybe a bit of a content glow coming from him too. he was so pretty to you. you didnt think it much but your boss was such an attractive man.

"miss [y/n], will you come over more? i missed you alot." benji sputtered out, tilting his head your way. you nearly choked at such a powerless question towards you.

"well," you cleared your throat, gently dabbing the corners of your mouth with your cloth napkin. "me and your father will have to discuss, sweetheart." you grinned cheekily towards the man, who had the most adorable clueless expression to him face. you notice his face pigmentation became more rosy again.

"well benji, what are your ideas?" farleigh cut into his serving, raising a brow towards his son. benji began to smile again, giggling.

"babysitting me again!" he exclaimed before stuffing his mouth with another piece of broccoli.

farleigh chuckled as he chewed his food, shrugging with no contest. his brown eyes found your [e/c] ones, his smirk subtly sitting on his mouth.

"i- heh," you diverted your eyes out of bashfulness, staring back up to meet your boss's. "once a week, maybe on the weekends? and, of course, if you need me for more days of course, sir." farleigh's smirk grew, looking as if a light in his mind was going off. he nodded at your words before looking at his son.

"sound good benji?" farleigh questioned, getting a very happy benji nod as he ate his food. the entire interaction left the entire table in quiet small smiles from everyone. you and farleigh began to share more glances within the next 5 to 10 minutes of eating, everyone beginning to finish their plates. small silly conversations broke out now, you and farleigh entertaining benjamin's silly little thoughts.

"im serious daddy! if dinosaurs were alive, i would go horseback riding with triceratops!" you giggled at his statement, nodding impressively.

"oh of course benji. i would ride a t-rex and your father would ride a ..brachiosaurus? you know the once with the long neck?" benji burst out in a fit of giggles, while looking at his dad.

"do you– do you think he would sit near the brachiosaurus's face or near his body?' benji said between laughs. it was clear the boy was imagining the silliest of things about his father on a dinosaur.

"oh i definitely think next to the head so he sways like a seesaw." you laugh, noticing farleighs face becoming fully red as he crossed his arms, enjoying the sweet interaction between you and his boy. farleigh had a glimmer in his eye again, enjoying a beautiful trustworthy woman laughing and giggling with his sweet boy. he made sure to remember this moment before interrupting. he was already holding himself together enough.

"alright benji. time for bed young man." benji wiped his mouth before standing up, he hugged his father first, accepting several forehead kisses before coming over to hug you.

"g'night miss [y/n]." he whispered, making you gleam. you kissed his cheek before responding with a 'goodnight love.' margaret took benji's hand and exited the dining room.

"well," farleigh sighed, standing up. "wine?" he offered, helping you out of your seat. you nodded, and followed him to the front kitchen.

he grabbed a different bottle from the last time, labeled shiraz, making you briefly remember the last time together. how peaceful it was to see to mr. start in such a casual setting once more. how tall* he is up close. how warm he was.

"im glad you enjoyed today, [y/n]." farleigh hummed as he rolled up his sleeves. he then undid his tie and unbuttoned his first 3 buttons. his chest peeked out ever so slightly and his forearms briefly caught your eyes, causing you to focus primarily at the granite island.

"the pleasures all mine, sir. i loved seeing benjamin today." you adorned, shrugging softly. farleigh grabbed 2 wine glasses this time, your eye catching the difference. he seemed more relaxed this time around.

"i hope you can hold your alcohol. this is a little stronger than pinot noir. shiraz is a bolder, drier wine." farleigh explained, pouring half glasses for the two of you.

"i'd say i'd can definitely hold my alcohol pretty nicely." you boasted, taking a first couple of few bold sips. it was nice and cool, but seconds after the alcohol began to warm your chest and stomach. you were glad you ate. it was a stronger wine, but you honestly preferred it due to its decedency in fruity flavor.

"so, are you really okay with ..babysitting once a week? i apologize for just throwing you out to sea, [y/n]." you quickly waved your hand in the air, shaking your head.

"its completely fine, really. i dont do much on the weekends anyways. and i'm fine with taking care of him when your babysitter cancels again." farleigh couldnt hide his excitement, staring down his glass with a smile.

"thank you, [y/n]. i'm glad you enjoy my son's company." farleigh sipped his glass again, clearing half of the half.

"if anything, i'm glad you allowed me to see this part of your life, farleigh. even as a secretary, it makes me feel like you can trust me greatly." you expressed happily, sipping your wine to stay near farleighs pace. deep down you were sightly competitive, only slightly. when someone tests you, you tend to enjoy to prove them wrong. you could hold your alcohol, but due to farleigh being way taller and bigger, you were sure his body could handle more than you.

"i do trust you, [y/n]. it means alot to me that i found another person to trust with my son." farleigh laughed breathlessly, briefly remembering his first few babysitters. benjamim did not enjoy them at all. finding his most recent one was a god send. margaret had recommended him to a nanny company. farleigh walked to your side of the counter, leaning up against the granite and he looked down at you. he downed the rest of his glass before grabbing the bottle to pour another.

"i feel like youre testing me, sir." you articulated sheepishly. the brunette raise a brow, his pearly whites beginning to show as he laughed.

"if you can't hold your alcohol, [y/n], youre fine to only have one glass." he teased, pouring another half glass. you scoffed and downed the rest of your first glass holding it out for another. farleigh playfully held his free hand up in surrender, also pouring you another half glass.

you could already feel the effect of your first few ounces of shiraz. you felt good, warm even. the air around you gave you a soft yet secure hug and allowed your shoulders to relax.

"i'm not letting you outdrink me farleigh. just because your the boss, doesnt mean you can out drink me." you crossed your arms, turning your nose up playfully. farleigh copied your stance, your eyes catching his toned forearms again. they were a warm brown tone in the soft kitchen light.

farleigh also noticed you had relaxed more, but it was clear you werent lying about holding your alcohol. your cheeks did gain more color them as you became more intoxicated though. the bottle had about less than a half of a glass left in it anyways.

"im not going to outdrink you because i'm your boss. im going to outdrink you because i can, sweetheart." there it was again, that pet name. your heart lurched as it rolled off of his tongue. his tone of voice made it seem like sweet honey. he tipped his glass towards you before finishing his second glass straight. you were slightly baffled, getting a laugh from farleigh at the shock on your face. he hand gestured to your glass, clicking his tongue.

"feel free to prove me wrong." he encouraged. you huffed and grabbed your glass, downing the fruity fermented liquid in one go, just like he did. you coughed quietly as the slightest of burning at the back of your throat, the warmth filling your entire torso now.

"wow." farleigh made a seemingly impressed face and gave you a round of applause, causing you to giggle. you surely felt the buzz now. it wasnt like a harsh intoxicated like vodka or rum. it was a warm and fuzzy tipsiness.

"would you like to finish the bottle?" farleigh held the near empty bottle, shaking it like a tease. still full of stubborness, you went to grab it. but farleigh pulled it back with a shake of his head. he took the bottle to his mouth, and sipped an estimated half of what was left. you slightly couldn't believe what you were seeing, your boss downing wine straight from the bottle. you felt like you were in college again. your eyes then caught a drop of wine that slipped out and trailed down from his mouth and down his jaw. the drop of red traveled down his chin, and over his adams apple. you watched as it bobbed up and down with every sip. for some reason, your body felt even warmer.

farleigh took the bottle away from his mouth, wiping the drop of wine with his thumb and licked it briefly.

"still want to finish it?" the brunette taunted. you rolled your eyes and went to grab the bottle again, but farleigh pulled it away once more.

"farleigh c'mon on–" but he cut you off by moving closer towards you, incredibly close. it startled you ever so slightly but you didn't move back.

"open up." he commanded fenderly, his voice low. you listened with no argument, watching intensely as farleigh brought the mouth of the bottle to your lips. he slowly tipped the bottle upwards and his eyes never left your mouth, watching as you sipped the last bit of wine. the same thing happened and a drop trailed down your chin. as you were about to lift your hand to wipe it, you felt another hand on your chin, concluding it was farleighs. your heart skipped a beat again, another beating in a different place. as u finished the bottle, farleigh set the bottle down and met his eyes with yours, licking his thumb of the wine he wiped off your skin.

your eyelids felt heavier, you were getting lost in the imaginations of your mind. if you had to rate yourself on how drunk you were, you were a 6 out of 10, nearing a 7. you sighed, leaning back on the island whimsically. you giggled cheekily, smiling to yourself. farleigh watched as you began to clearly become wine drunk. if he was being honest, he wasnt that far behind you either, but that was most likely due to downing those glasses in a short amount of time. he rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he watched you smile to yourself.

"you okay, [y/n]?" he questioned with a cheeky smile. you forgot where you were and immediately lifted your head up, turning to the man face who was half a foot away from yours. you gulped, feeling his beautiful brown eyes examining your features. you felt immensely seen right now. the air seemed to thicken and get warmer around you and him, as if there was a magnet pulling you two together. you were in denial though, so much denial. how could a man like farleigh start go for someone like you? it had to be the alcohol in your system. you diverted your gaze and leaned up off the counter to open the fridge to breathe a little. you didnt know what to feel.

"i-i'm kinda craving chocolate.. i remember it goes well with wine." you mumbled loud enough for farleigh to hear. you tried your best to seem busy, looking at anything that was in the fridge. you found the chocolate almost immediately but wanted to stay clueless, having the alcohol to blame if farleigh asked why you couldn't see it. farleigh watched your person inquisitively. his body pulsed and his jaw clenched. the pining was beginning to irk him. farleigh slowly walked over, looming right over you. he purposefully placed his hand over yours that was holding the fridge door open, slowly closing it. he leaned down into the hollow of your neck and spoke calmly into your ear.

"i have my dessert right here." you shuddered, fully shuddered under the heavy aura of a man and exhaled shakily. you eyes subconsciously closed due to you his breath tickling your ear. the brunette was so gentle with you, slowly turning you around to face him. your back touched the face of fridge, chin tipped upwards to look at the abnormally tall man.

"sir–" you started, swallowing thickly from the anticipation.

"farleigh." he corrected in a slight weary tone, his gaze glossing over towards you.

"farleigh .." you whispered back in echo before meeting his eyes. his face inched towards yours slowly, as if he was silently asking for permission and your parted lips seemed to of given it to him. he kissed you gently, so gently it didn't startle you in any way. it was a smooth transition. his arms found your waist and yours cupped the sides of his face. farleighs tongue tasted of wine and slight accents from dinner.

farleigh kissed you more confidently now, keeping the same soft pace. maybe it was the wine but he wanted to savor every moment of this, and every flavor of you. he heard the slightest meek moan from you, causing him to reach further down near your thighs. he swiftly picked you up and placed you on the island. a brief gasp escaped your lips from the new point of view, frankly enjoying it. you smiled softly at farleigh who also grinned at you before continuing to kiss you. you wrapped your arms around your boss's neck comfortably and pulled him closer with a quiet mewl. farleigh kept his hands at your waist, his hips sliding in between yours.

"fuck," farleigh hissed into your mouth. it surprised you to hear such a sharp word come from him. he was becoming impatient and picked you up again, walking out of the kitchen with you secured in his hands. "let's get out of here." you were dazed from the wine and heated makeout session but you were sure on where he was headed.

farleigh opened his bedroom door and shut it with his foot, gently placing you on the bed. you stared at him as he stared at you as he kneeled doen briefly to take your heels off. slipping off his own shoes, he threw his tie to the ground. he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and began on his slacks. his hands were slender and clean with the slightest of veins against the surface of his skin. something about the way he swiftly undid his belt caused another heartbeat between your legs. you could see the tent in his slacks growing, slowly becoming shy. it had been a while for you, and a while for him. so truth be told, you were a little hesitant on becoming intimate.

"turn around for me?" he asked nicely, a smirk threatening to form. you rotate your body so you were sitting on your knees, feeling farleigh's lips on your nape. you gasped slowly, gripping the red duvet under your palms. mr.start continued to kiss and lick your nape and shoulder as he slowly unzipped your dress. his lips followed his fingers and went lower down your back as the dress opened up. your back slowly arched away but farleigh held you in place but your waist, enjoying your small whimpers and gasps as his mere touch.

god..

his hands peeled the dress off your body exposing your purple place bra and underwear. you felt incredibly bare now, crossing your arms over your torso.

"dont," started farleigh. "youre gorgeous, [y/n]." you blushed hard at his words, rotating to face him again. farleigh dropped his slacks to reveal his black briefs with a very prominent hard on, climbing into bed with you. farleigh slid between your legs, pressing his hips into yours. your gasp was cut short by him capturing your lips against, kissing you more eagerly this time. the sound of his groans and your lips detaching and reattaching made you even hornier. you honestly can't remember the last time you had sex and so you were pretty excited yourself.

"farleigh– ..sir–" you tried between kisses. but farleigh wanted to devour you right then and there. he limited himself not to scare you away, so he kept things a medium level of intimacy. he kissed you till you were light headed and allowed his hand to slide down your stomach, in between your underwear to your core. the feeling of his digits pressed up against your pulsing clit made you fully pulled away from his kisses to throw your head back. it was the slightest of touches to come but god did it send a shiver down your spine.

his fingers began encircling your clit, carefully watching your facial expressions. the way your brows furrowed and your lips parted. how you tried your best to keep your sounds down to whimpers and stutters. "let them out, [y/n]. there's no one here but me." he murmured into your neck. as if that was a warning in itself, farleigh wasted no time in entering a finger. your eyes widened at the sudden penetration and your hips nearly lurched at the new wave of pleasure.

"s-shit–.." you seethed. your whimpers heightened in sound and farleighs other hand held your head as he added another, watching your bodily reaction. he loved it.

"you're doing so good, [y/n]. watch with me." he requested, tapping your cheek with his thumb. you forced yourself to focus your rolling eyes and look between each other's bodies. you watched his long, smooth fingers pump you slowly, your walls constricting against them. your eyes briefly met his and a smile appeared on his lips. feeling flustered again and you threw your head back once more.

"ah ah, i didn't say you could look away." farleigh asserted, gently picking your head off the pillow and directing it forwards yours and his hips again. you continued to watch, with your eyes glossing over with tears of pleasure as farleigh fingered you deeply. your moans became more prominent now, basically sucking his fingers in. you needed this, you needed him. farleigh then slowly pulled his fingers out before making eye contact with you, licking his fingers clean.

thats ...so hot.

he then went and took off your underwear, along with his. while you tried your best to not show surprise, his laugh confirmed that you failed. he was big, and long.

"i'll go slow, dont worry." he reassured, rubbing his warm, pulsing cock between your already soaked second pair of lips. maybe it was the wine but your body radiated with pleasure. even with him rubbing up against you, felt amazing. you caught yourself rolling your hips too, the sight turning farleigh on even more.

"ready?" asked the curly brunette. you gulped and nodded, focusing on his cock lining up with your entrance.

"no, [y/n]. look at me. i wanna see every expression you make as i enter you." farleighs fingers securely held your jaw up to look at him and him only. the lewd sight between your hips was now in your lower peripheral. be penetrated slowly through your folds, your jaw dropped slowly at the slight burn of being stretch mixing with the warmth of longing pleasure.

"farleigh–" you gasped, staring solely into his eyes. farleigh himself bit down on his lip as he entered you. you were wet, and tight. and he had* to bite down harder onto his lip to stop himself from ramming into you. from the day he met you, he was smitten by you. farleigh wanted you, and it was only a matter of time before he decided he was going to get you.

"i know baby ..you're doing so good.." he groaned tenderly. your eyes unforgivingly glanced down at the sight and he caught it.

"focus, [y/n]. on me." he cooed. your moans got loud as he filled you inch by inch.

"there you go, good girl.." your eyes rolled back at the pet name, the whimpers escaping uncontrollably now.

"ah ah, you're doing so good. cmon now, " he continued to coax, finally pulling back for the first thrust.

"yes, [y/n], good good girl.." you let out a broken moan, then another, and another. oh god you nearly wanted to shatter beneath him already. he was filling you so much. a tear trailed down and farleigh immediately kissed it away.

"i-it feels ..so good, farleigh–" you mewled. you stared at him with such a submissive gaze, all teary eyed and trembling under such a man.

mr.start pressed his body against yours with his hands securing themselves deep in the duvet. he lengthened his thrusts, rolling his hips faster and he listened to your lust-filled sounds. he began to leave several red, pink, and purple colored love marks everywhere on your skin while fucking you deeply.

mr.start fucked you steadily, watching your body buck and pull in pure bliss. you'd angle your hips upwards, farleighs cock rubbing right on your sweet spot. your walls convulsed and your gasps got lighter with a more staccato rhythm.

"oh god ..oh god–!" you cried. your walls convulsed and you came quickly and sudden. you suctioned around farleigh, orgasming intensely. your hips bucked with eager and it didn't help how mr.start continued fucking you through your orgasm.

"h'ah– [y/n]– oh fuck.." moaned farleigh. your orgasm set a chain reaction to his climax. his large hands secured themselves atop of your hip bone and continued fucking you through your orgasm as well as his. by this time, both of your legs trembled uncontrollably, and a wave of embarrassment washed over. you put the back of your arm over your mouth and one hand on your thigh, trying to control yourself. farleigh exhaled deeply, smiling at you before quickly realizing your state. he made sure to stay still as he placed his large hand on your thigh. his eyes presented concern.

"did i go too rough, [y/n]? are you okay?" he questioned, kissing your cheek in affection. you flushed a pink and shook your head.

"n-no ..you were ..perfect. shaky legs usually mean a good sign, sir." farleigh 'ohh'ed' softly at your response, beginning to chuckle. then the smuggest of smirks plastered across his face and he winked, slowly beginning to remove himself from you. as he exited you, you felt as if you could relax a bit more now, forcing yourself to breath slowly. you fully laid back on the pillows, your shaking legs dying down to a subtle tremor in muscle.

the brunette went to the bathroom and your ears caught the sound of running water. farleigh came back with a small green, presumably wet towel. you flinched softly at the cold wet cloth but relaxed soon at the temperature difference. farleigh wiped you down from your neck, down your stomach and cleaned the mess between your legs. he wiped himself down with the other side of the towel before dropping it on the floor and laying back with you.

his arms engulfed you, the covers entangling themselves between the two of you. you gazed into his eyes and he stared into yours, stroking the side of your cheek.

"i enjoy your company, sweetheart. stay with me for a bit." farleigh suddenly said. your heart jumped, but you immediately smiled. you scooted your body closer and nuzzled into his chest.

"of course, farleigh.”

© r4vn , do not copy my work.

hope u enjoyed! ♡♡

[icarusredwings]

A scrapped scene from "The Man in the Attic" on Ao3.

Written Pre Suketh episodes, Pre Saxteen, depressed 14. Lots of mentions of charater death. They're in the garden talking about crushes.

Rosie

14

..So.. Hypothetically..

Oh bullocks-

Hear me out. You promised you'd awnser any of my questions.

And im starting to regret it.

Hypothetically- If you could pick anyone to marry who would it be?

(His nose scrunches as he grunts, whining)

Can't I pick 5?

You want 5 wives?

Well that's not fair having me pick one when I've been 14- No-15 different people now. I can't just choose one!

Alright if you could pick 5 people to see again, who would you pick?

(He goes silent as he stares at the clouds, his mind going through all of the flings and crushes he's ever had in his entire existence. And yet the name that popped into his head was neither.)

Do they have to be romantic?

Uh…I suppose not.

Susan (Without hesitation) I miss my granddaughter… You’d like Susan..

And the other 4?

Hold on a second! I have to think! sheesh.. just like your mother.. always rushing me..

(She giggles, now waiting and waited For awhile until begining to drift off)

I know my awnser.

(He says after almost 35 minutes of thinking, causing her to jump from a dozed state)

Huh? Oh- what?

Not what. Who. 4 of them. Just like you said. Susan, Sarah Jane, River, and Rose.

But that's only 4.

I can't decide on the last one. Its A tie between so many and it seems unfair to pick just one.. but I guess if I had to or else the earth would explode or something terrible… (A deep sigh) I want to see Patience again..at least.. tell her I haven't forgotten about her- After everything….Wait, why am I telling all this to you? You're a child.

Oi! I thought I was your favorite niece!?

Oh, right. That's why…

you really loved them all didn't you?

What do you mean?

(The look on his face indicates confusion as if wondering why he would have ever stopped in the first place)

You want to see your first wife after all these years. You must have really loved her.

Pssh! I better of! We had 13 kids together!

13!??

What can I say? Your uncle's handsome.

(He licks his fingers and playfully fixes his side burns and eyebrows as she shoves him)

Ew! Gross!

(He giggles before sighing as if talking about them did him some good)

Wouldn't mind seeing Jamie again either but ah well. Not changing my awnsers now... Speaking of which, Hypothetically-

Oh here we go.

You started it- Are they coming here or am I going there? Because I would love to see all of my kids again… But if that's the case I'm going to need you to make an exception and let me see 6 people then.

Forget another wife?

Nah... My daughter Jenny.

Well, there's Scarlette

Who's Scarlett??

Ill tell you when you're older

(He was not about to tell a 15 year old girl about the time he married a sex worker. Not that he was ashamed. He just thought it might be a bit inappropriate to try to explain the whole thing. He didn't want to be that kind of uncle.)

Couldn't you go see her and her mum at the same time?

Wellllll…. her mum is technically machine - or is it still me?

(He ponders for a bit as if this question put him into a spiral of questions)

What?

And im her dad.. ssooo… Yeeeaah.. It's complicated.

You have 14 children…And you never get to see any of them again?

(He stares off into the distance for a while)

…How old are you again?

15. Almost 16. Why?

Right. So you're a big girl then… They're dead, Rose.

(She frowns) All of them?

(He nods,) All of them... as far as i'm aware anyway… I Held held in my arms while she died.. I only knew her 16 hours.. Oh my Jenny.. Im so sorry... your mother named her, you know. Technically, her name is Jane, but she liked Jenny better.

(Rose decided not to push any further, deciding it was for the best, assuming a case of SIDS took his daughter from him. Trying to explain her to anyone was a challenge. Somewhere, in his chest he felt a tiny pang.. Oh Jenny… He hoped he was wrong about her. He hoped she was out somewhere doing good… he'd be proud.)

[fagm0m]

hi mommy 🙈 i miiight be a little bit not sober right now......but i came qcross your blog while looking for more fellow black people and i wanna say like......you are ssooo hot i'm thinking about going into your room late at night and standing in front of your bed and letting my pants drop....and you can see how wet i am and you have no choice but to pull me in next to you and start sliding your fingers in and out of me.....and i'm so wet that you can fit 3 in easily and pretty soon i'm whining and begging you to keep going and finally when i squeeze around your fingers and start yelling you it's too much you pull them out and use your mouth to clean them off and tell me i'm your good, pretty girl while you help me unbutton my pajama shirt. :3

(i did not indicate it anywhere but i am trans!! my pronouns are he/it )

I love love love when I get these. Like yeah I luv when you're so desperate and lusty for your mom and you just can't help but tell me how bad you want your own mother to make you feel so so good...but one of the best parts of being a mom is knowing how wrong it is to be doing this with you, and that fact making me want to do it more...maybe I should pay you a visit in your bedroom later tonight <33

[hyunsvngs]

fun fact! it was actually innie that got me into skz!! I saw a god's menu performance (halloween version) and he looked ssooo good I was like "omg who is heeeee" and as I got more into them, people kept calling him 'baby bread' and 'mankae' so, logically, I thought he was like super young and I was like 'oh no i can't bias'

turns out he was 2 years older than me the whole time...

(also I firmly believe innie's got the best dick game idc what anyone says)

HES ALSO 2 YRS OLDER THAN ME LMAOSJSJSN !!!!! but yeas i love my iyennie…. i think changbin has the best stroke game Personally but i think jeongin is bestest at fingering 😏

[celestie0]

IT’S CELESTIEFAN3000 i have to say i like tumblr way more than ao3 so i’ll be using this to comment from now on 😋 But i would like to personally thank you for writing chapter 9, your author voice is genuinely so appealing and HONESTLY you could pass off as a literal professional author if I didn’t know this was fanfiction!

Now for the uglier feelings: (please ignore typos or other mistakes i wrote a lot. I am very normal about kickoff, obviously)

I SOBBED LIKE A BABY MIDWAY AND BECAME A CRYING SOUND EFFECT AT THE END OK OK OKAYYYYYYY 😭😭💫💫 I’m still dizzy and lightheaded from the effect ur writing gives me (THIS IS A GOOD THING) it’s so addicting i need more😭‼️ UGHHHH the way you build that exact RIGHT amount of comfort to compensate for the suffering you’ve but us through but still managed to EDGE US AT THE END . I WISH YOU WEREN’T SO GOOD AT THIS FANFICTION THING, BECAUSE DAMN! 😭😭😭😭

The scenes were so fucking beautiful, I love the peaceful atmosphere that rain gives and how you were able to contrast that as an escape from that horrible loud and noisy bar to just a horrible man!!!!! You really know how to direct scenes and i can not express in words how much they mean to me 🥹🥹😭😭😭

I feel like I’ve overused the crying face emoji too much in my ask BUT I ACTUALLY MEAN IT HERE EVERY TIME I can fill an entire glass up of my tears that kickoff caused me to shed alone 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Everything was just great vegetables, this chapter will definitely be haunting me while I sleep but it ended with an amazing scenario to build off of and dream about RIGHT?☺️ Anyway, my last words here are that I admire how you’ve been working on this project for around a couple months now nonstop, but the quality has not dropped and has instead improved despite it getting really tiring the more you carry on with it! Maybe that’s just how I feel about finishing what I’ve started LMAO but it’s so impressive every time I see someone able to pull that off, I’ve seen some fics succumb to the tragedy of “i-just-want-to-get-this-over-with-because-the-concept-no-longer-interests-me-anymore”-ness 😔 BUT WITH KICKOFF! I’m so happy that the author is as passionate about the characters and plot in their fanfiction as I am, and hard work really does pay off! (for the reader, hard work is waiting 3 weeks for a new fic— but the read’s always better the longer you wait 😉)

My ADHD really came out here I deeply apologize but my ACTUAL final words are: I wish I had a bf like gojo, Oh My God You Are A Legend Ellie, You are most deserving person of meeting Gojo Satoru FIRST if he ever comes to life, it is 1am haha so i’m sleeping now ☺️🤍 Celestiefan300 out!

MY SWEET ANGEL BB CELESTIEFAN3000 😭🫶🏼💕💕 HI DEAR

UMM CAN I JUST SAY IM AB TO SOB ALR JUST FROM HOW LONG THIS ASK IS ??? PLS FORGIVE MY URGE TO RESPOND TO EVERY ASPECT OF IT

thank you sm for the compliments on the writinf omg i rly feel comin into my own now n finding my voice as i continue to write more so seeing u say that esp as a long term reader is just ssooo dhddldfk 🥺💕 brb gonna cry

PLS IM SO SORRY FOR THE SAD EMOTIONSS aaa yes the baby steps to build their relationship has been……baby stepping indeed LOL but it was so nice to write the scene at rhe end where gojo comforts her 😭💕 so excited to write lovey dovey gojo now

OMG STOPPP w the nice words i will literally eat u for breakfast🧍🏻‍♀️the contrast w the soothing rain & hectic bar scene 😭 u pointing that out just made me soooo freaking happyy and wahh im so glad the scenes resonate w you :””) <33

ME TOO I FEEL IM HOLDING BACK ALL THE 😭😭😭 WMOJIS I COULD USE READING THIS ASK

awhh thanks darling im so happy kickoff has ur continued interest and AW to hear its improving means sm to me 🥺💕 im so passionate ab it, it has been so cathartic to write, and although its also hard to write sometimes bc of the personal aspects, it’s so joyous to me and i look forward to seeing it thru to the end w the same amt of passion. HAHAHA its hard work to read tho damn 😮‍💨 ur not wrong!! and also yes i too will be daydreaming of what happens next 🤣

my final words: i love u sm, YOU deserve a satoru (but i will gladly have him too if u say so🙈), so blessed to have u as a reader, and please get some good sleep my love <33

eeeeeee 🫶🏼💕

[wh0lemilk0vich]

misha rhat was ssooo good !!

i have this image in my head of eddie letting steve’s blood drip down his chest like if he bit his neck or shoulder, restraining himself until it dribbles down his soft pecs and belly before licking fat wet stripes up to get all the blood hhnnnggghhh

or maybe because eddie gets him into a nice subspace, woozy and lightheaded from the blood loss that steve will sort of just eat anything that’s put in front of him, trying to be good for eddie, whilst the latter bites and sucks and just HRUSHIAHDJHD

eddie is just so fucking obsessed with his stevie, so possessive and overwhelmed by him. i cna imagine them hanging out with the party before this wave of bloodlust and adoration comes over him, dragging steve off to the bathroom to feed and come in his pants. he’s so so enamoured with his curves and how he looks in his stretchy jeans that frame his ass and hug his hips so fucking perfectly, how when steve sits he can see his round belly sit on his thighs, his lap, how when he reaches you can see bites and hickeys.

despite being generally submissive steve loves the power he has over eddie, knowing that anything and everything he does sets ed off

idk i have so many ideas about vamp chubby chaser eddie and chubby brat stevie but i don’t know how to express or format it well hahaha

i enjoy just bouncing ideas back and forth with you though! 🪱

Ahhhh I'm screaming internally at the thought of bite marks and hickeys and bruises all over Steve!!! The perils of a vampire boyfriend with an oral fixation.

Yes wormie you are sooooo right about the stretch. Obviously he's going to have tum showing and there are purple tender marks low on his belly, at the softest parts, but also his hips, and you can see them peeking out below his short shorts on his inner thighs, or if his collar got pulled down or if he wore a shirt with the top buttons undone imagine his *d e c o l l e t a g e* (lol my favorite word, I love chubby boys with boobies) all the scattered bruises and bites.

I love the image of Eddie dragging Steve away to the bathroom sloppy making out, turning into feeding, turning into worshipping Steve's body while he's all woozy and heady, turning into a sloppy bj while he furiously fists his own cock. Never stopping, never needing a break, just swallowing Steve over and over again until he spills over with a cute strangled moan trying not to be so obvious (even though they couldn't be more obvious)

Eddie feeding Steve his blood too, cause he knows that does a number on mortals. And then getting him a bunch of snacks and some juice. Steve may look pale, but he'd be blushing fiercely.

Wormie please send more 😭

[bioshoook]

Oh my god my heart! I love how you expanded on my musings. Fredo reaching out to Trevor instinctively for comfort made my heart twist, I can just picture this whole scene in my head <3

Listen I am ssooo here for any kind of hurt/comfort and that just fueled it perfectly! Also definitely don't think about the both of them leaning on each other, with their arms wrapped around the other's shoulders making sure the other won't fall over and they just have to make it to the van and they'll be safe. But man Alfredo's ribs are really hurting him, making it hard to breath, but he hasn't told Trevor yet because he's barely had enough time to think before they're both getting into the van. It's only when Alfredo grunts in pain as he pulls himself into the passenger seat of their ride that Trevor realizes somethings wrong.

With pinched brows he starts the vehicle and drives them back to HQ as fast as legally possible (and a little faster than that if we're being honest). Trevor's got his own bumps and cuts and bruises that he's starting to feel now that the adrenaline is wearing off, but all he can think about is Alfredo breathing too quick, too shallow for his taste. Idk how but somehow the two find out that Alfredo has some bruised ribs, nothing too major, but breathing is gonna be a bitch for a bit. They couldn't go to the hospital because it'd be very hard to explain away the dark blue and black blood soaked into their clothes to a facility full of people that know exactly how human blood is supposed to look. So they go home and Trevor thanks whatever god above is watching them that there's some pain meds in the medicine cabinet at HQ from the last botched case that happened.

(if u couldn't already tell I really love writing hurt/comfort >:3 and of course we would have some wound cleaning and worried looks between them and unsaid words and UGH it's all so GOOD)

[kusundei]

forgot to. blog yesterday. was way too tired but ohhh my god im still tweaking. I DID GOOD ON MY PRESENTATION ACTUALLY just aside from the fact i went over time and the. um. sigma. 🙂 but i digress. im still. GODDD. he makes me insane oh my god im being so serious yesterday was so perfect hes actually so. perfect. OHHH MY GOD no because the way he kissed me. TWICE. and thank god i didnt tweak the last time i was just sooo. GODDD. oh my god hes socute i cant take jt anymore IM STILL THINKING AHOUT WHAT I SAID LAST NIGHT I LITERALLY CANT. GET IT OUTOF MY HEAD IM A FREAAAK IM FREAKKYYYYY. AND WHAT HE SAID OHHH NY GOD. he makes me so insane i CAAANTT I SERIOUST CANT. hes so attractive im actually sick i cant believe he . ljkes me. too. GODDD IM SUCH A PUSSYYYY THE SHIT ICWANTED TO DO BUT I WAS TOO SCAREDD GODDD. if. nobody had came around. after that first time. i swear to god. on my life i wouldve kept holding him and god. the urge to just kiss his neck im a fucking FREAAAKKKK IM BEING FREAAAKKYYY SAVE ME. god hes just so. ssooo. he makes me insane watching him just act and go on stage and him in that suit and god everythintgg. WHEN HES TWEAAAKIJNGNHHH EHEN HE HELF MY HAND AND HES SO CLOSE TO MEE AND THE WAY HE LOOKS AT MEEE oh my fod im actually sp in love wirh him its makinf me ill. IMMM ILLLLLL. SAVVVV KEEPS COMPLAINING AB HOW WE SHOULD JUST DATE BUT IM SCAREDD TOOO ASKKK AND IIMMMM PATIENT. IF HES NOT. READY.? THEN ITS OKAY. god forbid however i just. oh my god. i cant take it anymore i jeed to tweak ab this to people i want to call u my boyfriend. sorry. JUST LIKE GODDD. I CAAANNTNTNTT i cant fucking do it i. iiii. GOD.

no i swear. today. i will try. to prevent evil overthinker sam from fronting. i will. i swear. ILL FUCKING DO IT PLEASE IM JUST SO SCARED AND LARANLID AND NETVOUS he wont lash me i need to calm down. im okay. hes jsut so cute its makjnng meee ILLLL THE PHOTOOSODSS. godd the video i took i just tweaked and listened to it last night before flaling asleep as much as i hate my voice ill ignore it sp i can hear you. i wish i couldve recorded you actually but audio will suffice. just. god. you are so. cute. so attractive. i am ill.

[flovverworks]

sunflower etude ch5-10...;_;

Faust: It’s my fault that she turned into a cursed mana stone. If anything happens, please protect the children. If I am taken by the curse, take the children with you and run. Figaro should turn me to stone.

unreal things to say pt918723

Nero: .......... Haha.... Guess I can never win. Faust: What? Nero: So you’re also the type of guy who pushes his limits at the risk of his own life, huh. Man, I keep drawing the short straw.

UNWELL

scratching my head at faust & figaros convo. figaro thinks faust was the one who left him.......'you can rely on me' i also would have been pissed off faust LOLLLLLL 'i wont abandon u' FIGARRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (with the intention of violence) oh the first time figaro changes to a more serious expression rather than a smile in that convo is when he tells faust to trust him,,,,

Faust: Do I look unfortunate now?

PART TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....oh im gonna be ill actually. 'do i need you if im unfortunate?' oh this. oh i. ? uargh. figaro.........part two figaro......i forgot this convo happened too... 10/10 conversation. exellent. can not explain my feelings on it further

I recall Lennox’s words. "I think the current Sir Faust would be better off with a role of some kind." At times, we can be crushed by the weight of our duties. But perhaps there are people who become their true selves only by taking on a role. Watching the Faust before my eyes makes me think that.

akira initially hesitating toward agreeing with lenos words to thinking this way..T_T rly glad... faust is ssoooooo cool in these parts, i lov leader faust........

Nero drops a handful of still-warm sunflower seeds into my hands. I carry my palm to my face and stuff my cheeks with the seeds. Nero laughs teasingly at the crisp sounds I make as I bite away. Nero: Ahaha. You’re like a squirrel.

THIS IS UNFAAAAAIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Rutile: Mitile, are you hungry? Do you want some of mine? Lennox: You can have mine too...... Akira: And mine....... Mitile: Th-that’s not it!

STTOOPPPPPP LOLLLLL mitile & the ppl happily giving away their food for his sake.... rly like mitile & shinos relation....(but also mitile holding a lil grudge about how shino said mean stuff about southern wizards vs shino who did Not care further LOLLL) + the voiced line for mitile saying 'i dont have parents either' sounds ssooo defiant im so fond of that voice direction. nero & lennox saying they lived a safe life but also both of them saying the other doesnt look like they have..ohhh i need more of these two interacting yesterday......

Figaro: I’m always serious. But my wish will never come true, so I pretend I’m joking around. Faust: For what purpose? Figaro: Because I don’t want to get hurt. It’s the same reason I left your side.

head in hands. no comment.

actually this entire convo...........??? ill probably return to it later cuz what the hell.............anyway the way faust continuously has angry voice lines when talking to figaro. i get it. the end part of this ch is...@_@ figaro.........................................guy whos teachers are snow & white who have e/o...................

uu the eastern wizards;-; 'lets work together, even though we're people who can't be together'........

LENNOX CALLS AKIRA BY NAME IN THIS EVENT? <-FORGOT

Before I know it, tears have begun to flow from my eyes.

;-; akira....... also the repetition of hearing a womans laugh throughout the sentences is so good..........bianca.................(started ch10) BIANCAAAAAAAAAAA oh this event is so good...........faust hugging the sunflower.........bianca......its soooo beautifully written. its such a strong early event, like its truly 'this is mhyk' to me.....sets the mood & themes of what to expect of future events so greatly.

Akira: ....Yes, I think I have it. Um.... Will something scary happen if I mess up....? I ask, timidly. Faust laughs in the rain. Faust: I am a curseworker. If that ever happens, I’ll help you out.

the way fausts voiceline is voiced..T_T the lil laugh...

me thinking i only teared up this time:) didnt cry:) bam bianca is voiced. I CANT DO THIS..............TEARS....

Faust sees the stole around my neck and pauses mid-sentence. He smiles without saying a word, then reaches out towards me and adjusts the stole.

EMERGENCY MEETING. COLLAPSING. ough his following voice line is soooo soft too............

anyway. thumbs up emoji. reread was excellent. etudes being voiced is 15/10. had a lovely time with it, lots of great voice lines in there (nero was consistently a favorite). very well worth the time. i truly do love this event with all of my heart. i dont have a lot of further thoughts about it, its just. rly rly good. love how they have the characters interact

[randomnesseva]

AAAAHHHHH IT LOOKS SO GOOD AND DID BRONZE GOT A GROWTH SPURT OR IS THIS JUST HOW HE IS AAAAÀAAHHH SSOOO TALL LIKE AN ENDERMAN

@askthefuturestickgeneration

@randomesseva And Bronze :D

I hope I did you alright-

(To the anon, i‘m working on Pink don‘t worry-)

[paunchsalazar]

harley quinn nightwing design just dropped!!! god is so good!!!

[paradisdementor]

I’ve seen your post about asking for thirsts, so I’ve got something in stall for you 😏

Shigure gets pussy drunk easily.

You’re welcome 😉

When I tell you I LOOOVVVEEEEE your asks 🥴

Minors DNI (18+)

Shigure gets pussy drunk ssooo fast, once he's inside of you, it's hard for him to stop. The way your pussy tightens around him has him seeing stars, he loves the way your pussy sucks him in.

He always needs to take a second before he starts moving or he swears he can cum right then and there. Once he starts moving, it's game over, he throws his head back and lets out a low "fuuuucckkk" at the feeling of your warm pussy. He becomes a babbling mess, he talks about how good you feel, how you make him so hard it hurts and how he wants to fill you up.

If you're riding him, he just won't be able to talk at all period. You could be asking him how it feels and the poor man would just be moaning and whining non stop.

Ugh but he looks so pretty when he gets like that, his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead, eyes shut and his breathing gets heavier. He's not able to ask you for anything, he'd just do it. It's so hot to see him use you for his pleasure, he just grabs your hips and fucks you until you beg for him to slow down, and even then you just get a broken "I c-can't, t-too good" as he tears up because the way you feel is unreal.