#(and also i was scared of fucking up the lighting on it)

[freakyformula]

First time with the Lion

Summary: Reader is scared to lose her virginity but Max is the best boyfriend and helps her along the way.

Writers comment: The amount of hours I've put into this fucking fic...

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, swear words, oral (both receiving), loss of virginity, creampie, google translated dutch,

Word count: 4,4k

You stood outside Max's apartment, waiting for him to come home. You had forgotten your keys and he was rushing back from the gym to let you in. You told him that you'd go back to your apartment to get the keys but Max was having none of it. You and Max had been seeing each other for a year by now, and he had given you the keys to his home a couple of months into dating.

"I'm sorry for taking so long, I ran as fast as I could." He pants as he sees you when he steps out of the elevator.

"Max, it's been like 5 minutes, it's not like I'll die just because I have to wait for you." You mutter to him while you rub his arm.

He opens the door for you, kisses your forehead, and returns to the gym to complete his daily workout.

You lounge on the sofa for a bit before you feel your stomach grumbling. You walk to the kitchen and realise that the fridge is full of food, unusual for Max, considering he doesn't cook, you think.

It's already dusk and you've started preparing dinner for the two of you when he gets home.

As soon as Max sees you in the kitchen his lips form into a wide smile. He walks up to you and hugs you from behind.

"Hmmm, smells good. What are you making?"

"Penne alla vodka with chicken." You state, suspecting that Max didn't understand one word you just uttered. You smirk at him, "Pasta with tomato sauce, basically."

In response, he nods and continues to observe you while you work on the pasta.

"So… What do you want to do tonight, Y/N?" He suddenly asks.

"I was thinking we could stay in?"

"Sounds good to me…" He grabs your hips and presses himself against you, tickling your face and neck with light kisses. You can feel his hard-on through the fabric of your clothes.

While having supper, you make plans for the next racing weekend. You were not accustomed to the busy paddock, but Max was. Even though you had attended a few races and hidden in the grandstands with other fans, it was all new to you. It was important to maintain a low profile because you and Max had not yet gone public.

When you're done, and as you're finishing up the dishes, you feel his touch behind you again.

"Touchy today, are we?" You ask.

"Hmmmm…" He hums.

And with that, he easily lifts you up on his shoulder, carries you to the sofa, and lays you down with the utmost care.

He places himself between your legs as you part them for him, and he lets out a barely audible groan. He looks you deep in the eyes as he leans in to kiss you.

He begins stroking and kneading his way down your arms, chest, hips, and hands as soon as you start making out.

Max knows you're a virgin, you had told him when he took your makeout session too far once. Turns out he had already assumed you were because of the purity ring you were wearing.

Before you met Max, you'd been focusing on your studies, which meant little time for anything else. Your family was also extremely religious and anything considered sexual was forbidden before marriage.

While you and Max had done some stuff already, like seeing and touching each other while naked, you hadn't really gone further than that, the reason being your inexperience.

"Is this okay?" Max asks as he supports himself on his elbow, admiring your beauty only a few centimeters away from you. You could feel his breath on you, and he was panting heavily.

You spend the rest of the evening cuddling on the sofa, later moving to the bed to finish an episode of your favorite series.

In the days after, Max couldn't keep his hands off you. After that night, you waited for the opportunity to ask him about his intentions. It seemed as though the nature of the relationship had changed. Max had planned a romantic dinner at one of Monaco's top restaurants, followed by a stroll around the harbour to watch the sunset.

You sat on the balcony of the restaurant and enjoyed the food and each other.

You were wearing a floral midi dress and he was rocking a pair of beige shorts and a blue button-up.

When you considered yourself done, you slowly started walking towards the harbour.

The evening was beautiful, with the sky shining in all sorts of different colours.

You inhaled deeply and gathered your thoughts. The nerves were almost getting to you. Max flung his arms over you to try and warm you up, so he must have noticed how much you were shaking.

"Max… I need to ask you something." You begin, "About last week, did something happen that night when we cuddled? You've been acting strange ever since."

He turns to look at you and takes a deep sigh. You can see his face frown, seemingly deep in thought.

"Y/N, you know I love you. All I want is to treat you well and avoid causing you harm. But lately, you've turned me on so badly, and I'm afraid that expressing how much I need you would just harm you. He glances up at you, relieved to have voiced what was on his mind.

"Oh, Max…" You lean in, give his lips a peck, and rest your head on his arm, happy with the fact that he'd confessed his feelings.

"I don't want to rush, it's not like that at all. But I can't keep pretending like I'm not turned on by you." Max admits.

You look up at him and smile, "That makes two of us."

The look he gives you is so hilarious, it makes you giggle.

"D-do you mean that…?" He asks with big eyes.

"Yes… I have a suggestion, why don't we go back to your place and you can show me just how turned on you are?"

The whole walk home, Max holds your hand tightly, almost as if he's afraid of losing you on the way. As soon as he closes the door behind you, his lips are on yours. Max stumbles out of his shorts and you unbutton his shirt, and he helps you with your dress.

When it touches the ground and you're standing in only underwear before him, you cross your arms, afraid and uncomfortable. Max softly grabs your hands and softly bends your arms open, letting him see you fully.

"You're exquisite, Y/N. Never claim otherwise. Can I touch you?" He carefully asks.

You nod and he starts by sliding his hands up your arms, to your collarbones, and down to your chest. You let out a small whimper when you feel him move down to your hips.

The sounds of your family telling you about waiting for marriage and the importance of abstinence rang in your ears and you panicked. You back off and leave Max confused. He quickly makes his way up to you and holds your face.

The same thing had happened before; you desperately wanted to take the next step with Max, confident that he was your soulmate, but your conscience would not let you.

"It's okay, Y/N. We don't have to go further than this." He says, hoping to cheer you up.

"But… I want to. I want you."

"Then what's stopping you? I'm here."

And it's as if all the morals you've ever stored in your body melted away.

You felt ready, even if it would take time to get used to this. Anything sexual being sinful was all you knew of growing up.

You lean in and kiss his lips softly, daring to touch his shoulders. As the kiss deepens, you move your hands to his chest, and down to his stomach. You feel him mimicking your movements, giving you control that way. Without breaking the kiss, he starts to steer you towards the bedroom.

Once you reach the second-story staircase, Max picks you up into his strong arms, causing you to yelp. Max lays you down on the bed with care and follows, placing himself on top.

"How far are you ready to go, Y/N?" He asks.

"I don't know yet, but I'm okay so far. Just keep going."

"Can I take these off?" He asks, gazing down at the bra and panties.

You nod.

"First off, words. You need to use words for this to work, it's for our safety and well-being." He explains.

"Okay… y-yes." You stutter.

"Good girl." He smiles at you and starts placing kisses on your naked skin, that nickname making you absolutely feral.

He starts peppering kisses on your mouth and works his way down to your neck, and further to your covered breasts. He unbuckles your bra and helps you with the straps. The hunger in his eyes when he sees your bare chest is something you've never felt before. He dives down and begins sucking on the sensitive peaks.

Where his mouth isn't, his hands are, caressing you. You let out a moan and Max follows your lead. He lets out a moan and looks at your lust-filled eyes. He takes it as a sign to continue further down. When he grabs your panties and slides them down, you clench your legs together in order to avoid exposing yourself. Max, of course, doesn't accept that and opens them up again. He gasps at the sight, and bends down, placing kisses along your inner thighs.

"Can I touch you here?" He checks in.

"Yes, please."

"Good girl." He chuckles and leans into your heat. He dives in and starts licking, sucking, and teasing your entrance. He soon adds his hands to the mix, with his fingers flicking your clit while his tongue works the rest of your pussy. You feel your orgasm building up quickly, you're feeling ecstatic but your parents lecturing is pestering your mind and you can't help but whimper and move back from his care.

"I-I'm scared." You admit, on the brink of tears.

Max tuts, lies down next to you and holds you while you calm down again.

"I know this is a big step for you, Y/N, but you're doing so well, and we won't go any further than you're ready to."

He rubs your shoulder languidly until you let him know that you're ready again. He goes down again, but this time, he only uses his fingers.

"Does this feel good, mijn schat?" He checks in.

"Oh shit, don't stop." You force out, bucking your hips and lifting your legs over his shoulders.

He works your clit like a pro, and you feel an unfamiliar knot in your stomach.

What is happening? You thought. Before you know it, the knot snaps, and you scream out the first orgasm of your life.

You pant heavily and look at Max, who smirks down at you, clearly pleased with his work.

"So that's what it feels like…" you say.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Honestly, I've never been better. Thank you, Max."

A couple of weeks pass and you repeat the same routine every night you spend together. He's giving you at least one orgasm per day.

You started feeling selfish, yearning to give him the same treatment back but not knowing how to bring it up with him.

You wait patiently for him to make the move, but he never asks. Being the gentleman he is, he doesn't want to pressure you.

"Max, tonight I want to make you feel good too." You say as he makes his way down your stomach to your already sopping core.

He slowly looks up at you in shock. Never could he believe that you'd be comfortable pleasuring him this soon. You could see the outline of his manhood in his briefs as he sat up.

"Are you sure about this? You don't have to, I'm enjoying giving you pleasure and I don't mind keeping it that way." He asks, but behind that caring gaze is a look that you can't place, it's like a fire out of control.

"No." You say as you grab his wrist. "I want to do this."

"Okay. Let's switch positions." And with that, you find yourself on your knees.

"Ready? You can start by touching me, and getting used to the feel and how I react to your touch."

"Like this?" You ask as you take his member into your hands, feeling and studying him, and rubbing up and down his length.

"Yes, Y/N. Just like that, oh god, don't stop."

When you touch the head of his throbbing and leaking dick he lets out a moan.

"Do you like that?" You smile up at him.

"God, yes." He responds.

You continue stimulating him with your hands, and when he announces that he's close you bend down, and give the tip a lick. He's bucking his hips at this point, desperate to come.

"Don't stop, Y/N, please." And you continue pumping him with your hands and you take the head into your mouth, sucking down on it. With each bob of your head, you take more of him into your mouth.

"Where do you want my seed?" He asks desperately.

With your mouth full of dick you only look up at him, and when he comes a few seconds later, he pulls you off him, but leaving you at close proximity. He pumps his cock which starts twitching and splurting out white streaks of cum. You've placed your face under him and feel the warmth on your face as he pumps out every last drop of his fluid.

"Y/N, that was fantastic, you're fantastic! Such a good girl for me…" He praises you as he cleans the sticky mess off your face.

Miami.

You'd spend your time at the grandstands as usual, all to avoid getting associated with your boyfriend. You didn't feel like it was time to make your relationship public yet, Max would love to to make your love for each other official, but you didn't want to because of the tendency to get called out as a gold digger by the so-called fans.

It was warm, insufferably warm. You wore a flowy white sundress but were still sweating.

You were there with the other fans to cheer Max on as he drove past the checkered flag in the first place and yelled his name when he stood on the podium and heard the Dutch anthem as you had many times before, both at home but also when you'd attended races before.

Max and you shared the hotel room, much to your pleasure. You arrived before him, because of the interviews and briefings he had to do after the race. After you stepped into the room, you undressed and threw yourself onto the bed, naked. You were sticky and sweaty from the warm and humid weather. Getting yourself freshened up felt fitting, so you poured yourself a bath and sank in. The cooler water felt like heaven as you scrubbed your body clean.

You had no idea how long you stayed in that bath, but it must have been quite long because when you were in the process of drying off, you heard Max arriving.

"I'm in here!" You yell as you see Max peeking in through the door.

"Hi, my love." He tuts as you try to cover yourself up.

"Congrats on the win!" You smile at him.

"Thank you, schat. Now, what do you say about a special celebration?"

Slowly, he grabs the towel and lets it fall to the floor. His breath hitches when he sees your naked body.

"Ohhh… This is exactly what I was looking forward to when I walked up to the room."

For what seems like an eternity, you stand there while Max simply takes in your beauty. You cross your arms in order to cover yourself up.

"No, no, baby. Let me see you."

You both take deep breaths as you process your current experience. With each passing second, you can feel your core becoming increasingly hot.

"Max… Need you."

"Do you now?" He asks, with admiration in his eyes.

He steers your body towards the bedroom without breaking eye contact, analysing your facial expression as if he's afraid to accidentally overstep a boundary.

"You decide what we do today, liefje, I'm just your guide."

You stand there for a moment, considering your next move carefully. You sit down on the edge of the king-size bed. Max follows and sits down next to you, unable to keep his hands to himself. His hands are caressing your hands, arms, thighs, face, anywhere he could reach.

It didn't seem fair that you were sitting naked while he was fully clothed.

You straddle him in order to get closer. He seems surprised by your sudden confidence and pulls you impossibly closer to his warm body.

You lift his shirt gently and start tracing his stomach. Your touch leaves goosebumps along his skin, and he closes his eyes.

"Feels so good, sweetheart." He admits.

You remove his tee and begin working on his belt to remove the skinny jeans as well. The pace is slow; you take your time with one another. Max gently touches your sides as you unbutton his jeans. He assists you in removing them, leaving you to admire the magnificence of his body in front of you. Your gaze travels down to his growing member, making you look away.

"Come here." Max encourages you.

As you lie down next to him, he moves halfway over you, placing his leg in between yours. He places soft kisses along your jawline, along the edges of your mouth, along your eyebrows, along your collarbone.

"Is this okay?" He asks.

"Y-yeah." You nod as you pull his head closer to you. He moves down to your exposed breasts and starts sucking on the hardened nipples. His tongue caresses your tits and you feel your heat dripping in anticipation.

"Oh god, Maxie, need more." You comment.

"Patience, love." Max smirks.

His statement makes you groan, looking away from him, trying to cover yourself up.

"You're okay." He smiles as he continues massaging and sucking on your tits. The purple and red marks he leaves will be visible for days but you don't care at the moment.

His mouth finds your stomach, and there too, he leaves marks. When he reaches your mound, he stops.

"Can I go further?" He checks in.

"Yes, please, Maxie!" You instantly reply, sounding desperate.

Max hums and gives your mound a couple of appreciative kisses.

He moves down to your heat, and as you already knew, your juices were already leaking. You feel his heavy breaths on your clit, and Max stays there for a while, relishing in the sight of your pussy.

Then, out of nowhere, he plunges in.

The way he circles your clit causes you to buck your hips up and down again. He pushes down on your stomach and grounds you, continuing to eat your pussy. He teases your entrance with his tongue, opening you up a little.

"Taste so sweet…" He whispers under his breath.

Max has learnt what works for you these last weeks, and in 5 minutes you've had your first orgasm for the night.

You squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure, completely out of breath. Your chest keeps heaving up and down despite your best efforts to find your breath again, but just as you're about to fill your lungs with air, Max laps around your clit.

When he inserts a finger, you yelp.

"Shhhh, it's only my finger."

He curls his finger up towards your sweet spot and you yell out.

"Hngh, gonna cum again…" You manage to say in a strenuous tone.

Hearing that, Max starts sucking and pumping into you harder, and within a couple of seconds you're pushed over the edge once again.

You yell out your spasms and Max pauses, knowing you easily get overstimulated after cumming.

"More, more, more…" You chant.

"Do you want to go all the way, Y/N?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Maxie." And with that, you sit up, pushing him onto the bed.

You take his length into your hands and pump him a couple of times to see how he reacts to your touch. He looks up at you with blown eyes, giving you a wide smile. When you pump him a little harder though, his mouth turns into an O shape.

"Treating me so good, princess."

"Yeah? What about if I do this?" You ask and take his tip into your mouth. As you hollow your cheeks, you hear Max groan loudly but you're too occupied with taking his cock further into your mouth. You bend down a little further until you're on the limit of gagging. You don't dare to go lower. Max gives you an approving look, making sure that you're okay.

Your velvety soft cheeks must've driven Max incredibly close to the edge because you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. You can feel the salty precum on your tongue.

Oh lord, what if your parents found out what you were doing at the moment? They would disown you for sure.

You release his member from your mouth and brush the drool away with the back of your hand.

"Do you think you're ready for me?" He coos.

You stay quiet, pondering your answer carefully. You roll the ring around your finger nervously.

"J-just be careful." You stutter to him.

"Of course, my love." He whispers back as he places you on your back.

"Spread your legs for me." He asks of you while he pumps his cock.

You lift your knees up and slowly spread your legs a little.

"A little more." He demands. You spread them a few centimeters more before you close them shut again in embarrassment.

Max quickly finds himself at your side, peppering you with kisses and praise.

"Liefje, I know this isn't easy for you. I know your parent's lectures are plaguing your mind at the moment. But I just need you to know how incredibly beautiful you are and how turned on I am by you. Here, let me help you…" He says and spreads your legs with his hands. "There you go, good girl."

"I-I'm scared." You admit.

"What are you scared of?"

"The pain?" You ask yourself. You didn't really know what you were scared of, but it was eating you alive at the moment.

"As long as you relax and breathe, you'll be fine." Max comforts. "Ready?"

"Y-yeah." You nod.

He lifts your legs over his strong arms and pulls you closer to him. He pushes a finger into your pussy, and soon adds another one. The stretch scares you at first but you adjust after a couple of gentle pumps. Then, a third one. That's when you start to panic; if you're in this much pain now, how much more will you experience when Max fucks you?

But Max is good, and he slightly pulls back his fingers and slowly pushes them in again, opening you gradually.

When you feel his tip against your opening, you think of what he just told you. Relax and breathe.

"I'll push the tip in first, sweetheart, let me know if it's too much. Breathe with me."

When he lines up with your entrance, you look up at him. He looks like a god like this. Your gazes meet, and you start to breathe together. When he places his tip against you and gives it a little push, you feel a jolt of pain between your legs and yelp by pure instinct.

"You're okay, it's just the tip."

You cry out as Max stays put where he is. He looks down and concludes that the tip is indeed inside.

The face you make when he pushes into you a little further seems to worry him. You can't breathe, can't move, can't speak. The pain is too much to handle.

Max pulls out a little in order to let you recover. You've adjusted well to his tip, you can't feel any pain when just the tip is in.

"Do you want to continue?" Max asks.

"Of course I want to! I'm not backing down now." You exclaim.

Max pushes into you a little further while he caresses your hips. He watches your face in pity.

All of a sudden, after adjusting to his size, the pain subsides and as he's pumping into you, you feel pleasure. You gasp at the feeling of him inside you.

When he bottoms out, you both moan into each others mouths as you kiss.

"So tight for me, schat." He whispers in your ear.

You only groan as an answer, too overwhelmed to form any words. His pace is slow at first, but after checking in with you, his thrusts pick up in speed.

His hips piston into yours and you cry out another orgasm, lightening something within you. Your body is completely limp at this point, exhaustion evident in everything you say and do.

He grabs your hands, places them above your head, and holds them down with his bigger hands. Not that you'd have the energy to move your hands anyway.

His pace is relentless, fucking into you at an unforgiving pace.

"Turn around." He says as he guides you on your hands and knees.

Agonizingly slowly, he pushes into you again, taking care not to hurt you. This position makes you feel everything even more. As if things weren't intense enough, Max moves his hand down to your clit, circling it with his fingers.

"Where do you want my cum?" He asks.

You hadn't even considered this. "What about… In me? I'm on the pill, you know that."

"Hmmm… Classic." You and Max chuckle together.

Max does as you ask and spills his seed impossibly deep within you, chest heaving against yours. All you know is him for what feels like an eternity.

Your chests are heaving against each other, both of you out of breath.

You can't help letting out a small whimper when Max parts from you. You collapse on the bed from exhaustion.

You hear Max in the bathroom, and decide to check on him. When you're about to enter you crash into him.

"Oh! Sorry, I was just about to come get you. I'm running a bath for you, and I've brought a towel if you want to clean yourself up."

You spend the rest of the night talking while Max helps you bathe.

You grab the purity ring on your finger and throw it on the nightstand, not caring about either the ring or your parents opinions anymore.

You fall asleep comfortably, knowing that you were brave enough to finally do it. You finally surrendered yourself to the man you love and adore.

[maroronoa]

petals

elf!gojo x f!reader | wc: 1436

nsfw, contains fingering, piv, gojo has long nails but uses them for good, taunting

summary: while walking in a forest, you encounter a troublesome elf that has special plans for you.

Believing in magic was a hit or miss for you. Believing in mythical creatures was as well. If they were real, why haven't you seen any of them? While you and your friends, Utahime and Mei Mei were around the campfire, scary stories were shared along with them trying their damn best to convince you that the supernatural exist.

“Have you heard of the real life story of Gojo the Ghost?” Utahime asked. You shook your heard, and motioned for them to continue. “Well, I heard that he lives here. In this forest.”

“And that he watches people.” Mei Mei added.

“And that he uses magic to capture people and lure them into his haunted cave to fuck with em.”

Sighing, you rolled your eyes. “If you guys are telling me to walk around this forest at night by myself, I am definitely saying no.”

“We're not telling you, we’re daring you.” Mei Mei said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Always up for a challenge to prove them wrong—you had a streak for being a people pleaser, you nodded your head accepted the challenge. “Alright. But if you two don’t see me back my tomorrow morning I was attacked by a bear.”

After they wished you good luck, you wandered deep into the supposedly “enchanted” forest, looking for Gojo the Ghost to find you, sweep you off your feet, and fuck you senseless. As you ventured deeper, the ambiance changed. The trees felt alive, and you swore you heard a voice echoing your name.

“Is that you?” You called out.

“Who is this ‘you’ you are talking about?” The voice asked curiously.

“Gojo the Ghost.” You answered, looking around.

The voice laughed. “That’s what humans are calling me now? A ghost? A lowly creature that doesn’t have a physical form and does nothing but haunt the living and sneak glances at them like a damn pervert?”

A spiral of leaves formed in front of you and you were face to face with not a ghost, but a tall, elegant man. His ears were pointed, skin pale as porcelain.

“No, my dear,” he said, showing you his true form, “I am not a ghost. I am an elf, and you are in my territory.”

Your first thought was to run away. There was an evil presence that surrounded this man, and it scared you. Never have you felt something so dark, yet you were drawn to him.

“I guess mythical creatures do exist.” You said to yourself.

“Mythical?” Gojo laughed. “I assure you I am very real. Also,” he added, grabbing a single flower from the ground, “have you smelled the flowers of my forest? They are nothing compared to your measly roses and daisies.”

Seeing no harm in it, you walked closer and inhaled the sweet scent. But, once you did, Gojo blew on it, and pollen from the petals flew into your nostrils. Before you could sneeze it out, Gojo covered your nose with his hand and whispered in your ear, “people who wander here without permission are punished.”

Stumbling backwards, you backed up against a tree for support. When the sensation to sneeze was over, you looked at the elf with sleepy eyes. However, that changed when you suddenly felt needy. You couldn't help but feel incomplete.

“What did you do to me?” You rasped, trying to figure out what happened.

“I'm punishing you, silly,” he replied playfully. “Now, how are you feeling?”

“Shut up, take me back to my friends.” You demanded.

“No.” Gojo negated. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

You suddenly felt light-headed, a warm feeling spreading through your body, making your skin tingle. “Um, yes I...” you whispered, grounding yourself. “My head...”

“Ah, the pollen,” he mused, a hint of amusement in his voice. “It does strange things to mortals like you.”

Your limbs felt heavy, your skin sensitive, and a sudden, overwhelming need began to stir deep within you—a need you couldn’t control.

The need coursing through you was unbearable, and Gojo’s presence only made it worse. Your body ached, not because of pain but because of him. That damn elf.

“You look like you’re struggling,” mocked, his lips brushing against your ear. His voice was filled with mock concern, but you could hear the darkness beneath it. “It must be hard, feeling so helpless against your own body, your own desires.”

Gojo slipped his slender fingers under your shirt and tip toed up to your bra, circling the fabric. A small whimper escaped your lips as his other hand slid lower, resting on your waist, his touch light but enough to make your knees buckle.

“You can’t resist it, can you?” Gojo purred, his hand slowly traveling down your body, teasing, never giving you what you truly wanted. “The way your body craves touch... the way you want to surrender to it.”

His lips brushed against your neck, and you shuddered as a wave of pleasure surged through you. Your body was on fire, every nerve alight with need, and the only one who could quench it was the damn elf standing before you, toying you like you a predator and prey.

“Tell me,” Gojo whispered, his hand ghosting over the under your bra, barely grazing a breast. “Tell me what you want, little human.”

“You.” You gasped, feeling a pool of liquid in between your thighs.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as his hands finally moved with purpose.

Instead of your back against the tree, you found yourself lying on soft grass. With half-lidded eyes, you looked at your surroundings and noted that you were still in the forest.

Suddenly, Gojo’s body hovered over yours, his face inches from yours. With his long, slender fingers, he grabbed both wrists with one and pinned you down.

“My little mortal…” Gojo breathed into the side of your neck, “I’m going to treat you right.”

With his long nails, he slowly tore your shirt in half and marveled at your skin. “So beautiful…” he sighed happily. “Once I take this off…” his nails easily tore your bra off and flicked the fabric away. “…and these…” he added, taking off your pants with a subtle movement, “the real fun can begin.”

You rubbed your thighs together, trying to relieve the built in stress you felt. “Gojo…” you whispered faintly.

“Do you want to be mine tonight?” He asked, inserting a sharp fingernail in you. He gently pushed the digit slowly into your entrance and eased it out. “I can give you everything you want. Only for tonight.”

Feeling lightheaded, you could only nod your head, all the permission he needed to take you as his own.

“Lose yourself in me,” he whispered, inserting another digit. Your walls clenched around the two sharp nails, and Gojo, wanting to savor this moment, slowly took them out. While you were still pinned, he grabbed your hand with his free so and wrapped it around his erect cock. “See how excited you got me?” He asked.

In one thrust Gojo entered you, satisfying the pressure you felt. He was still for a bit, letting you adjust to his size. When you nodded your head, he kept a gentle pace, marveling your face. He let your wrists go and supported himself over you with both hands. You wrapped your legs around his torso, pushing him deeper in you. The pressure he was pushing in was giving way to a sensation that was both overwhelming and exhilarating.

“Gods, you feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he buried himself deeper. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

“You’re not one for talking right now,” he teased, leaning over to bite your ear.

“I-” you gasped.

He hit the spot. Your hips jolted and by the look on your face, Gojo knew it. He gave you small, mischievous smile and slammed harder. Over and over again on that spot that gave him the memory of your face twisted with desire. Among all of the humans he’s punished, he decided at that moment that you are his new favorite.

“I love your face,” he complimented, “It’s my favorite one among all of the ones I've seen.”

His pace became steady, both of your breathing less ragged. The fire your body had slowly disappeared, the needing along with it as well. Once Gojo exited out of you, he tucked his dick inside his robes and blew another sweet smelling scent to you.

“You won’t remember this or me,” he whispered as your eyes closed. “But I’ll always remember you.”

[i-cant-get-into-my-other-account]

Was trying to doodle a new OC somewhat inspired by Laios DunMesh, but then she turned out looking exactly like Laios so I gave up and just slapped the armor on. Enjoy transfem Laios? I hear she's quite popular rn and I'm very happy for her

[tenwhiteandalusians]

so no one was going to tell me if i got literally one episode further tenax drops that he’s the one who saved scorpus from his mom’s pimp AND that he’s intimately familiar with scorpus’ dick when he was younger. guys. guys.

[otomehonyaku]

fellas! I'm a little over halfway through the spooky Mukami short story (˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) ✧ I'll continue tomorrow but I think I'll post it this weekend! it's such a fun one aaaaaaaaaa

[bunnihearted]

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

[moe-broey]

Doing one of the scariest things an artist can do (draw a tree)

[3416]

wow... 1634 were the highlight of this series. let's wrap it up... new coaching staff... new dcore with that money from those 1 yr Gritty forward deals and tj brodie (rip king, may u and ur fam have peace). bury reaves and kampf too somehow while we're at it. let's do this thing.

[iero]

The closer my wisdom teeth surgery date gets (It's in a week from today), the more nervous I fucking get. A surgery that is usually for late teens/early 20 year olds has become one of the most nerve wracking things anticipated in a long time.

[mutalune]

on one hand I am very glad that ketamine therapy has been helpful for my severe depression and anxiety and ptsd and whatever else is going on up there, and I’m grateful that it’s available to me as part of my treatment plan

on the other hand I’m not a huge fan of the payment for that help being a 50/50 chance every time of having a bad trip that unlocks some deep scary part of my psyche and then having to address all of that in therapy until the next trip

[butchlifeguard]

perona inspired by @onepiecefashion :]

[ID: a pencil drawing of perona from one piece, in a cartoon style but more realistic than canon. she wears a black valentino minidress with a velvet heart at the bust and ruffles at the hem. it is accessorized with black fishnet stockings and black high heels with red roses and black feathers near the ankles. persona has a clutch bag, but the original model does not. perona is standing with her weight on one leg and her hand on her hip. she wears twintails in large ribbonlike curls. the second image the original model in the same outfit. end ID.]

[the-voice-of-night-vale]

social anxiety can be really funny in retrospect bc it will have you saying shit like 'is it weird to call a doctor's office and schedule an appointment?"with 100% sincerity and panicking about it as if that's not the silliest thing in the world

[twinknote]

not me getting one of these w my groceries today and immediately thinking of reduce reuse recycle by @lightyaoigami

[your-local-granny]

Being critical of art is all fun and games until you are the art that is being critiqued :(

[anaalnathrakhs]

...i'm starting to wonder if i wasn't actually pretty often failed by the adults in my life as a young kid tbh.

[homochihuahua]

The Hannibal!jaydick au is killing me

Dick would try to manipulate Jason through sex and He'd start sucking him off and lose all his resolves to do anything else. Dick' sex-addled mind wouldn't let him think of anything other than the pleasure he is feeling, a pleasure he has been denied for so long, either by circumstances or by his own self. Jason feels crazy in his mouth, Dick sucks him like his life depends on it, and in return Jason is slowly losing his very measured control He is finally having Dick wanting him in someway. Jason forces Dick of himself so as not to spend in Dick's throat, which only serves to agitate Dick more. Dick straddles Jason, willing to ride him, He looks down at Jason's face, looks into his eyes and is met with pure devotion in those steely teal eyes and what more? Love. Love? Love!? After everything! Dick slaps him, losing control for a moment, and Jason raturn to look at his heaving form, his eyes almost worshipful. "You can beat me while I am inside you", "I don't mind" says Jason "Yous sick fuck" "After everything, after all the shit you made go through, after all the manipulation and lies. You till have it in you to look into my eyes and talk bullshit" roars Dick. "Didn't you satisfies your curiosity enough already. Huh? When are you going to kill me next" " I cannot kill you, you know that, and before you ask why, there is simply no other alike you. No one to compare to you". Dick still heaving speaks again, but this time slowly and in control now "But you thought of eating me" "you've thought of getting a taste of me" Jason narrows his eyes, swallowing "It is hard not to". " Well now is your chance, come and get a taste. Here to the full meal course, Doctor Todd". Jason's eye light with fire in them. That was the signal he was waiting for and he dives in. At some point Dick starts crying. His emotions finally getting the best of him "I hate it" Jason halts "I hate how after all that you took from me" "That I still love you"