#pre far from home

[talaok]

Movie night

Summary: Peter's coming over for your weekly movie night, and you’ve decided you wanna confess your feelings for him, but as it turns out, he has similar plans

Warnings: Smut| unprotected p in v sex, praising, soft!Dom Peter

a/n: thanks to this request I might go back into my Peter Parker era honestly. Also, @wtvbabes (this is not the person that made the request)

It was time for the weekly movie night with Peter, 

You had been doing it for so long that you didn't even remember how or when it started, it was now simply a part of your routine.

Every Friday night, at 6 o'clock you went to whatever house was free, ordered pizza, and watched a movie each of you had chosen.

It was routine, so you shouldn't have been nervous... except that this time, this time wasn't gonna be like the other times, this time you had made a promise to yourself that you were finally gonna come clean, that you were finally gonna confess your feelings.

You had been keeping it a secret for way too long, and you were tired... god, were you tired, it was exhausting pretending like you didn't want more, like you didn't wanna kiss him and hold his hand every time you were together, and perhaps it was the holiday spirit surrounding you, or perhaps it was the fact that Gemma, your other best friend, had given you a 30-minute talk about how you should just "stop being a little bitch and tell him already" after you had started your usual ramble about how perfect and great Peter was,

But you had made peace with yourself, if this was gonna ruin your entire friendship, if you were gonna lose him forever, then so be it, because at the end of the day, if you couldn't have him like you really wanted to, then there was no point in having him at all.

And just then, when you were repeating your script to the mirror for the thousandth time, the words coming out of your mouth not even making sense anymore, he knocked at the door.

For some reason, a gasp fled your throat, but after the familiar "hey, it's me" from the other side of the door all you could do was take a deep breath and fix your dress.

It's all gonna be ok, it's all gonna be ok

"hi" you smiled, opening the door

Your anxiety must have been all over your face because the way he frowned at you told you everything you needed to know.

"hi" he said, coming into the house as he inspected your face "is something wrong?" he asked "Please don't tell me your sister changed the password to her Netflix again"

You forced a smile to your lips "no, no everything is fine- let's just... sit down"

"ok..." he frowned, following you as you sat on the couch "did something happen, or-"

"no" you shut him down "I-I just wanted" You shook your head as you regretted your choice of words "no actually, I need to- uhm- to tell you something"

You watched his eyes widen slightly, but out of all the things he could have said, he chose the only one that made you even fucking more anxious.

"Really?" he smiled "That's funny 'cause I do too"

You swore you felt your heart stop beating.

What could he ever need to tell you?

"w-what?" 

Your voice didn't even sound like your own, it was just fear and stress finding a way to come out of your body.

"yeah" he nodded, watching you closely "so... you wanna go first or..."

"no, no, you go first" you spit out, making him chuckle

He still didn't get why you were acting so weird, but to be perfectly transparent, he was kind of freaking out internally himself, so he didn't really have the brain capacity to investigate further.

"Alright" he laughed "I'll go first"

His eyes focused behind you for a moment as he prepared for whatever was coming, and just then, did you notice that perhaps you weren't the only nervous one.

What is it?

Did something happen

Oh god, did he find a girlfriend?

Your heart was beating out of your chest and then just like that, he came out and said: "Y/n I like you" with a hopeful smile on his face, while yours completely stilled.

Actually not just your face, you as a whole went completely still, frozen at the words that had just come out of his mouth

Did I just imagine that?

Am I dreaming or something?

What the actual fuck is going on?

That was supposed to be my lin-

"y/n are you there?"

He was talking to you, you realized.

"w-w-what?" your eyes were wide open in shock 

"I know" he smiled, scratching the back of his neck, "I know it's out of the blue, and I really really hope this won't ruin anything, but... I've been feeling like this for a long time about you, and I just- I needed to tell you"

And then you could do nothing, absolutely nothing but throw your arms around him, hugging him so tight he probably couldn't breathe.

"y/n?" he murmured, hugging you back, but before he could say anything else you leaned away, still holding onto him as if he were a life jacket, and smiled like an idiot.

"I like you too Peter-" you grinned "I really really like you"

The smile on his face now matched yours, as his eyes sparked with joy

"you do?"

"of course I do!" you almost yelled from the excitement "that's-that's what I wanted to tell you! I can't believe this"

You looked into each other's eyes, both incredulous and unbelievably happy altogether, 

you were so close, but an inch between your faces, that what happened next was inevitable.

His lips were on yours, 

his lips were on yours and they felt every bit as good as you had spent hours and hours imagining.

And then for a moment, you both leaned away, looking at each other as soft silly laughs fled your throats.

"i can't believe this is real" he breathed, melting your heart right into a puddle

"I can't either"

And then his lips were back on yours, but this time... this time he was hungrier.

His tongue was exploring your mouth, and his hands were one holding your face, while the other started roaming your body, pulling soft whimpers from you as your arms remained locked behind his neck, your left hand gently playing with his hair,

And then in no time, without a clue of how or when, you were lying on the couch, and he was on top of you, his legs parting your thighs.

And you didn't need to know when it had happened, because all you knew was that you liked it, god you really fucking liked it.

His whole broad and strong body was engulfing yours, his scent was all around you, his hands were everywhere, and his mouth... his mouth was simply heavenly.

As embarrassing as it was, you couldn't control your body as you started grinding down onto his leg to try and relieve some of the need pooling between your legs.

"please" you pleaded, whimpering softly into the kiss.

"I like it when you beg, sweetheart"

And if you wanted him before, you now needed him

His lips moved to your neck, starting a slow trail from just below your ear, down until he found your shirt as an obstacle.

You didn't need to be told twice and helped him take it off of you in a second.

Your bra wasn't far behind.

"god, you're so beautiful" he praised, making you blush 

he bent down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it while his other hand played with the other one, making you lose your goddamn mind as you shut your eyes in ecstasy.

"oh my god" you moaned, one of your hands going to his hair as he switched up the breast he was taking care of.

Your panties were completely drenched

He continued his work as his hands traveled underneath your skirt, caressing your thighs in a way that was turning you into a putty mess in his hands.

His fingers gripped the edge of the fabric, and with the help of you raising your hips, only the sheer fabric of your panties divided him from where you begged for his attention

"Peter" you called, stopping him as he had seated himself in between your legs

"yes, sweetheart?"

"I-I've only ever done this once"

His features softened and one of his hands traveled to your face to cup your cheek as he left a soft kiss on your lips

"don't worry, I'll go slow," he promised "I'll take care of everything, you just relax, ok?"

"ok" You nodded softly "I trust you"

He smiled at that, kissing you again "Thank you"

And no more than a few seconds after that, you were completely bare before him.

"you're perfect sweetheart" he murmured "fucking perfect"

He left a kiss on your pussy, making you moan, before his lips were on you again, and you were more desperate than you had ever been.

Your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt, frantically trying to get it off of him.

"Peter please take this off"

He didn't need to be told twice.

His shirt was on the floor with the rest of your clothes in no time, and then came his pants.

He went back to kissing you, the kiss now a heated mess between your moans and his hunger.

"baby please" you whined, your hand going to his boxers 

"what do you want sweetheart?"

"you, please, all of you"

Your voice was so thin and so breathy it was almost incomprehensible

"what about me?" he asked, his mouth next to your ear "You want my cock sweetheart, is that what you want?"

"yes" you moaned, as his hand played with your clit "I'm begging you, please, I need you inside of me"

He freed his cock from the confines of his briefs, as he kept kissing your neck

"you're gonna be good?" he asked, his tip now collecting all your juices and making you squirm uncontrollably "you're gonna be good and take all of it?"

"yes" you breathed "yesplease, yes-"

And without so much as a warning, he had started to push into you

"told you I like hearing you beg"

You moaned so loud you surprised even yourself, and then he retracted his hips and pushed another inch of himself in you, and you were just about ready to die.

"O-oh my god, P-peter" you moaned

He made the same motion again, and you couldn't help but look down at where your bodies were meeting, and that's when you noticed,

"fuck you're so big" you breathed, watching as he thrust only half of his dick inside of you

"it's ok" he purred, kissing your neck sloppily "Just be a good girl and take it" he ordered, pushing in again "Take it all inside this tight little pussy"

A high-peached moan fled your mouth again, as your pussy stretched around him,

"just like that," he said, his hot breath fanning over your skin "That's a good girl"

He was now fully inside you, by some miracle, he had made himself fit, and he felt absolutely perfect.

"fuck you feel so good" he groaned, picking up his pace "so tight" he grunted, feeling your walls squeeze him better than anything ever before "like you were made for me" his thrusts somehow felt deeper now, resulting in even more moans and cries coming out of your mouth

"O-oh god" you whimpered, feeling him hit and hit and hit again that perfect spot inside of you.

"You're taking me so well sweetheart"

The couch was now shaking with each of his movements, while your brain had stopped working and all you could do was cry out as he brought heaven to you.

"look at you" he murmured, kissing your mouth "So beautiful" he praised "so fucking pretty" he groaned, as your walls tightened around him "squeezing me so good" 

His thrusts were so fucking deep you could feel them in your belly, and your orgasm was inevitably approaching

"such a good girl"

A louder moan left your throat at that, and he definitely noticed

"you like it when I call you that?" he asked, smirking devilishly "You like hearing that you're my good girl?"

Again, another cry, followed by a frantic nod now.

Your ability to talk had been lost a while ago.

"It's just what you are" he purred in your ear now "You're my good girl y/n, only mine"

And that, that sent you definitively over the edge.

A series of cries and moans resembling his name came out of your mouth as the best orgasm of your life took over your body completely.

He waited for you to come down from your high before he pulled out of you, spilling his seed all over your belly not a second later.

"fuck" he muttered, his head falling to the crook of your neck

You stayed there for a moment, waiting for your heartbeats and breathing to calm down,

And only then, only after you spent five minutes in the most comfortable silence, did he lean away to look at you.

"I love you, Peter"

You couldn't stop yourself from saying it, it was just the truth

And not a beat had passed, that he had already answered

"I love you, y/n"

[fluffypotatey]

Fun part of imagining the start of macaque's devotion to wukong that it could be anything from saving his life to wukong smiling at him

or Wukong accusing him of following him because he saw through Macky hiding in his shadow or Wukong punched him in the face on reflex when Macky when to introduce himself or when Macky saw Wukong show off to humans that he can speak their language and was so fucking giddy about it or—

[rielzero]

Tiny Afterstory Drabble (spoilers) Locke/Loki

Context: Locke is a vampire now, and for privacy reasons rather than be a well-known hero in Baldur's gate 3, he declares himself dead to protect his new un-live.

The Undertaker, Jermaine: Well, It's good you had time to drop by the morgue. I'm currently in the progress of preparing your gravestone.

Locke: Oh, anything you need?

Undertaker: Hmm. The.. Public opinion already decided on the message they wanted, but I just need your full name.

Locke: Right, Astarion suggested I should change it if I'm going to declare the old me as dead.. Feels weird to me though.

Undertaker: You could just keep your first name?

Locke: I just have my first name, the middle one and last one were kind of made up on the spot..

Undertaker: *sighs* I don't suppose its that unique.. In Baldur's gate perhaps, but elsewhere..?

Locke: If it's not a risk to keep it.

Undertaker: Very well, but I'll add the extended name to the gravestone to make it more.. Realistic. Long names look official.

Locke: That was my exact same thought.

Undertaker: *scribbling it on parchment*

Locke: Loki Artorius Gaude, that's correct.. No.. You spelled my first name wrong.

Undertaker: ...Wait, it's not Lo-ki? Have I misheard it all the time..

Locke: Yes, its Loki. L-O-C-K-E

Undertaker:

Locke:

Undertaker: Boy.. You've been misspelling your own name for TEN YEARS.

Loki: WHAT. But-

Undertaker: *pulls a hand through his hair before pinching his nose* How.. Did you even come up with your name?

Loki: ..I was the lockpicker, so.. ''Lock'' ''Locki'' Low-key? Something like that. I thought it was cute.. And smart.

Undertaker: You were sixteen and you wanted your name to be cute and smart?

Loki: It was ten years ago.

Undertaker: Fair. Sigh.. *grumbles* Locke Artorius Gaude.. There. I'll have it carved soon.

Loki: *looks really embarrassed*

Undertaker: You're changing your name either way, just start spelling it differently, no one will bat an eye.

Loki: I'm fairly certain everyone in my life thought I spelled it L-O-K-I except for myself..

Undertaker: There's worse things to worry about.

Loki: Like what..?

Undertaker: Lice.

Loki: That's weirdly specific..

Undertaker: Get out. I'm working.

[darkphoenix180]

[phagodyke]

tried putting on my radiator for the first time this winter (we've had snow this week.... its focking cold) but it trips the fusebox for the entire flat lmfao. I'm fuuuucked 😐

[crtastrophic]

fighting for my fucking life trying to convince my brain that it's fine (and normal and in fact probably beneficial for me in the long term) to spend money on furniture

[fructidors]

the best thing about mountain goats shows is that you can go to several. if you want

[arachnidiots-a]

tag drop (redo: general & peter)

[planetarytransformation]

so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation, the goal of which was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-denial that so many of us once learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to

[feardrummed]

@trapton: “No one will ever love you the way I do.”

emotional manipulation starters / accepting

There was a point, after running away, where she wanted nothing more than her father to find her. That first year of scraping by alone, a sixteen year old who was scared all the time, the only thing keeping her from going back a fear that she wouldn't be wanted back, fear of what repercussions there might be if she went back. If her father had swooped in then, she would have gone back with him in a heartbeat.

Things are a bit different now, though. It's been four years since then, and she's still technically too young to be at the venue her band is playing at, but no one's really checking. She has friends, she's doing what she loves. Maybe her band isn't the most popular and their travel situation is far from comfortable, but it's hers. And here he is, his very presence feeling like it threatens it all.

What the fuck is she supposed to do with him just...here? As much as she's tried to carry on like she does, she doesn't hate her father, has too many soft memories with him to do so, even if the sharp, painful memories were more common. A mix of care and fear regarding him makes it feel like he could just rip her new life away from her without even blinking. That it doesn't matter how many years or miles there are between them, she can't truly get away.

She tries to just play it cool, focus on the anger towards him. If she thinks about anything else, she might lose her nerve. So Ollie chuckles. "'Hope not, since the way you loved me didn't feel too good." Except for when it did. "Wouldn't really want a repeat of that, y'know?"

[pyomatic]

writing about the evidence for house spirits and how demons in the house differ from demons in the natural world in the 12th c and earlier for my phd and thinking about the designs of house spirits that i drew for my medieval fantasy comic back in like 2019. i still love them. they start invisible, just like a draft you feel, an unexpected creak in the house. theyre the force that makes your threads tangle with dead hair. and then over time they start to collect Things, start to fashion themselves bodies out of lint and dirt and things you mutter under your breath. peak friends.

[dubiousdisco]

In verdant wind so far i cant tell if claude's schemes are good or bad

[psuejo]

❥ jjk!men when u put the pussy on quarantine :c

feat. gojo, sukuna, nanami, geto, choso, n toji!

think this is obvious but GOJO isn’t lasting long at all. he’s far too needy, too desperate — even those overseas trips are enough to kill him. some might say he has a sex addiction, but he’d argue that he’s just addicted to you, his gorgeous, spectacular, amazing, goddess of a wife, and to the way both you and your cute cunt get so loud when he’s fucking you.

like now, for example — he’s balls deep inside of you, hips rutting against the fat of your ass with an almost desperate, mindless fervor. gojo is practically drooling all over your neck as he pumps into you, teeth and tongue working to leave dark, lovely hickies on your skin.

he’s like a dog finally free from its leash and ready to devour its favorite treat: you.

“t-toru, ungh— you cheater!” you huff, and your husband only chuckles, cerulean eyes glowing in the darkness of your shared bedroom.

“i never said i was gonna last, sweets.”

SUKUNA definitely thinks it’s a load of shit at first, but he tries to hold out. can’t let you one-up him so easily after all, even if he does end up crumbling within a couple days.

he can’t be blamed. what man (or, well, curse) can resist his wife? it was bound to happen; an inevitability, in his opinion.

all four hands are on your body, blunt nails digging into your skin as he grinds you against the mouth on his toned stomach. that big, drooling muscle stretches you all the way out, slurping up every dollop of slick and reaching into places you didn’t think possible.

“sukuna, w-were you really that starved—”

two thick fingers give a harsh twist to your puffy nipple, and you squeal, hips bucking and shoving that tongue even deeper.

“shut up. you knew this would happen.”

hell, he knew it too — he’d fisted both of his cocks so much that they were raw. even still, they throb in the cool air of your shared chambers, copious spurts of pre trickling down long shafts.

he can’t wait to get inside you.

initially, NANAMI would be okay with it. i mean, both of you are busy, and the chance to actually have sex properly (not just quickies in the shower or early in the morning, though he definitely enjoys those) never comes by often enough for him to really complain.

that is, until he realizes that his at minimum twice a week fix of his mouth on your pussy is something that he genuinely cannot live without.

everyone suffers for it, albeit unintentionally — coworkers (especially gojo, who’s strangely irritable himself), curses, slow ass cars on the street when all he wants to do is get home to you.

it’s a serious problem. he can’t go on like this!

“oh, fuck!”

nanami only groans, glasses crooked on his face as he bounces you in his lap. a repetitive up-down, up-down, up-down that never fails to be punctuated by a greedy clamp of your gooey walls.

“thaaaat’s it, pretty girl. missed you s-so much, shit—”

he swears heaven is a place on earth with you. how did he ever think he could survive without you and your sweet cunt?

imo GETO is sort of similar to sukuna. he thinks it’s total bullshit, and that you’ll cave before he will. you two fuck like rabbits, even with all of his cult duties. there’s no way you’ll make it past three days.

boy, was he wrong.

it’s been five days, and he seriously can’t take it anymore. work and mindless followers be damned — he has you bent over and spread out, face shoved so deep in your drooling mound that you’d think he was trying to fuse with it.

“ngh, fuck, angel,” he groans, the vibrations of his voice going right to your swollen clit and making you keen, despite your best attempts to stay quiet. “didn’t think this slutty girl could t-taste any sweeter...”

geto is a total addict, and everyone knows it.

you squirm, a taboo mix of shame and arousal lighting your body on fire. all those eyes on you, like geto is suddenly teaching ‘how to be a munch 101’ and you’re the example question. “suguru, please—”

he tuts right before delivering a harsh smack to your ass, one that has you gushing on his face with a loud moan. “there we go. let them all see what happens when my wife is naughty, hm?”

CHOSO is actually sort of okay. sure, he has a constant hard-on and he has to fight not to cream his pants whenever he sees you getting dressed or in the shower, but he’s fine. perfectly fine. resilience is key.

all that goes out the window when he catches you humping the pillow one night. he hadn’t meant to be awake, but maybe he has spidey-senses for your pussy or something, because the second you got yourself dripping wet rocking against that pillow, his body snatched itself from the realm of the unconscious.

“mm, cho, r-right there...”

he curls his fingers, the blunt tips of them caressing right against your g-spot and making your jaw drop. you swore you could do this, but going a week without your husband’s hands all over your body is just an impossible feat.

damn ovulation.

“like that?” he asks, all shy and puppy-like, but you know better. he knows he’s doing it right, just wants to hear the praise fall from your lips like some desperate whore.

and how could you not oblige?

“y-yeah, you’re doing so — hah — good.” your head falls back against the pillow, lashes fluttering. “jus’ like that, baby, mhm...”

your voice is so sweet, practically angelic. whatever you say goes, and although you haven’t told him to cum (yet), his boxers are already sticky and soaked.

oops.

out of sight, out of mind.

TOJI would be the most okay out of all them. he goes long periods without that honeyed cavern between your legs anyway, so he’s fairly used to it, but that doesn’t mean he never wants you.

because he definitely does. oh, god, he does.

pictures, sext threads, videos when you’re home alone, even the little movies he’s gotten you into making with him. all of that is what keeps him satiated while he’s away.

nothing compares to the real thing, however, and being home for two weeks without being able to even grind against you is killing him.

“ah, c-c’mon, doll.” his dick rubs between your folds, that swollen head catching on your sweet clit. “you don’t gotta... gotta be like this, ma.”

toji is pulling out all the stops: that compression shirt, the lowly slung sweatpants (both of which are discarded somewhere on the floor of your living room), your favorite snacks and little pet names.

you moan, soft and sweet, and his hips buck. “toji, hngh, y-you loser.”

he can only grin, scar stretching wide with his lips — of course this was a competition for you, and of course you won. he may be a levelheaded man, but there’s only so much a guy can take. he can’t deny himself of his wife to prove a point — he isn’t that insecure.

“yeah, baby, ‘m a loser.” he gives his freshly lubricated dick a couple of tugs before aligning the tip with your fluttering entrance. “now let this loser fuck you right, a’ight?”

[madamechrissy]

Apparition! Toji

Pairings - Ghost! Toji x F! reader

Warnings- MDNI- lowkey a little somnophilia, Toji being a perv and watching you when you can't see him, jealous Toji, masturbation (m and f) fingering, oral (f receiving) him just being a whole fucking menace tbh lol, explicit sex, even Ghost Toji calls you doll, say hi to Gojo, some stuff in my brain that needed to come out lmao

Apparition! Toji who hates his existence until one day, trapped in this godforsaken old home, he sees that a gorgeous girl has moved in. Not just that, but you just happen to walk around naked half the fucking time or close to it, and that's when the after life gets a little more interesting, as he realizes - his cock gets hard still!?

Apparition! Toji loved fucking when he was alive, before he well... died... and it left him here for some reason, his old home. Vacant and boring, he couldn't leave the premises, aside from just around the yard, cursing and cussing his fate. But god you were something to watch, as you bounce around in just panties and your bra, singing poorly in the mirror- and that's when Ghost Toji realizes... he still leaks pre cum?

Apparition! Toji tests this, as he sits in the corner watching you in the room, slipping down the slutty grey sweats he died in, yep what you die in you're stuck in. His thick cock slaps his stomach, coating his black gym shirt in sticky precum coating it, and he can't stop the lewd moan that escapes his lips, staring at your ass. He strokes it up and down slowly, base to the tip, you pause your dance, as he tilts his head, looking at you - but then, you turn around.

Apparition! Toji pauses his movements, as you come close, far too close, murmuring to yourself - 'did I just hear a moan?' and he wonders- fuck, could you see him, stroking his cock while watching you, knowing you don't know? The thrill makes him realize his heart still beats, no it races, when you're so close he can feel you, before you turn your gaze to the window, it's storming again, Toji feels so much stronger when it does, he can't explain it. He continues stroking his cock as he looks at you, wishing he could fuck your pretty face, your cunt he's sure is as perfect as you.

Apparition! Toji grows to love watching you, especially since he can cum right with you, and he frequently does - you love to play with your pussy. 'Slutty brat, all f'me huh?' he whispers, and he swears you whine out a 'yes' at the perfect fucking time. But you tend to do it under those blankets, eyes shut in concentration, Toji wishes so badly he can touch you, but when he tries, it's like he can't actually feel you. However, one night, everything changes, as he's sitting there watching you once more.

Apparition! Toji strokes his cock a little slower, breath catching as he watches you rub your pussy then, moaning out loud. 'Fuck doll, take off the blankets' as if you hear him, you kick them off, slipping down your panties and giving him a hell of a view of your pretty pussy. He's spitting on his cock now, watching ass you sink two little fingers in your cunt, gasping and arching your hips off the bed, whining out. 'Mmh!'

Apparition! Toji sees you need some help, but he's sure he can't touch anything, he's tried many fucking times, only being able to alter some electric signals. But he's standing now, a big hand brushing your bare thigh, when he males contact. You're lost in pleasure, your eyes shut as he hovers over you, whispering in your ear. 'Fuck I'd love to fill your pretty cunt up' but you just feel the wind tickling your ear, opening your lips in a gasp as you cum. You're pulsing around your fingers, whining out while Toji busts all over his own hand, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

Apparition! Toji gets more energy, he gets more powerful, he thinks you can feel him at times, when you get a brush on your neck, on your breasts, when he grabs at that ass. He delights in driving you so insane, delights in watching you sleep, murmuring about ghosts. One night in your sleep, you're tossing and turning. You've gone and kicked off the blankets fully, thighs spread, and he can't stop himself from at least licking you off your inner thigh. When he does just that, licking a trail up to your panties, which are getting dark from your pooling arousal, he moans at your taste. You wake up then, see this dark haired man between your thighs, and scream.

Apparition! Toji covers your mouth with his big hand and somehow it works, you're panting as he disappears, you can't see him any more, but you feel him still, oh fuck you feel him. You watch in a mix of horror and desire as seemingly nothing is pulling your panties off, down your thighs, and you panic then. 'I'm losing my fucking mind I... ah!' You scream out when you feel it. A phantom tongue up your slit, your hands go to grab at something, but it's nothing but cold, unlike the hot wet tastebuds flicking your clit, you swear you feel teeth grinning against you. 'Oh god... fuck it, don't stop!'

Apparition! Toji smirks against your cunt, who knew the afterlife would be this fun? You're literally touching inside of his goddamn head, which only makes him leak against his sweats - luckily, the perk of being a ghost was they miraculously are clean soon after - and he's dying to bury himself inside you. You're losing your mind, surely, in some fucking dream, as the best oral of your life is from some... 'ghost!?' he chuckles, breath hot, you watch as your thighs are squished, fingerprints forming in bruises, gasping now. 'What the... ah!' you can't focus when the ghost or whatever this is laps at your cunt like a starved man, however.

Apparition! Toji has you cumming all over his face, sucking on your little clit and humming, and fuck if he can't still taste, because your sweetness sinks into his ghostly form. He presses a kiss, letting your thighs go and looking up at a girl who can't see him, as the thunder claps outside, the rain starting to pour, and you're gathering your sanity, while your cunt oozes out more wetness. If you told anyone this, you'd go straight to a padded room, so you try to shut your eyes, hoping it's a dream - despite you never wanting to wake from it, when the blanket is slid up your body with care, and you feel someone brush your hair off your forehead.

Apparition! Toji is too terrified after that night, what he felt was more than getting off to a pretty girl. He dreams of shit he can't have with you- can he still feel things!? And he knows it would be unfair to you, he's fucking dead after all, so he avoids you, completely, and for weeks you try to summon him back, hoping to tempt this ghost, to no avail. Finally going out one night with your friends, you stumble in the house as Toji waits, he loves to see you every single day, even if he's making his presence unknown, only for you to drag some fucking white haired man inside. Toji glares as he kisses on you, lifts you up, your thighs straddling his hips, your giggles echoing as you show him where your room is.

Apparition! Toji stomps behind you all, as you press the man down on the bed, long and lanky, and you're straddling him. His hands clench into fists when you start to undress him, ass arched in the air in a mini skirt, kissing down the pale man's body, as he whines out, and you're unbuckling him. His hands entangle in your hair, and Toji can't take it anymore, he shoves up your mini dress, finding your slutty soaked panties, and pulls them to the side, shoving two fingers inside you so deep you cry out at it. Head falling back, the man looks at you curiously with bright blue eyes. 'I'm not even touching you yet, how are you...' you shut your eyes, smiling, as Toji curls his fingers, smacking the fuck out of your ass now, stinging so good.

Apparition! Toji feels your gummy walls grip his fingers, and you have the audacity to say - 'I just get really into things' - you little fucking brat. He shoves his fingers even deeper when you're yanking down the man's pants, pressing kisses down his toned abdomen, but Toji does not let you get that far. 'you're so hot' the man's murmuring, when Toji yanks your ass off the bed. 'Oh! Are you okay?' The man sits up, frowning with worry, and your psycho ass laughs, pissing Toji off even more, when he yanks on your hair, but of course no one can see, only you know, he's still here. 'Just a moment, Gojo, okay?' he nods then, and you rush to the bathroom, smiling in the mirror, when he appears right behind you.

Apparition! Toji wraps his arms around you now, and you get a good look at his strong body, at a face you keep seeing in dreams, but it's in a deep fucking scowl now. 'The fuck you think you're doing?' when you hear him though, your surprise grips you, shaking as your eyes meet his in the mirror, but when you turn around, he's not even there, only in the reflection. 'You don't come see me anymore...' he sighs now, shaking his head, before lifting you in the fucking air like it's nothing, as you dangle off the ground. 'I was trying to be considerate, shit, but I see you wanna get fucked, don't you?'

Apparition! Toji chokes your pretty little throat as he sinks his fingers into your mouth, and you taste him for the first time, sweet and cool on your tongue. You manage a weak nod, when he's sunk his thick cock inside of you, holding you ascended while he fucks into your much smaller body, you're screaming out, likely scaring the shit out of poor Gojo, while he pumps in and out, you hear the squelching wetness of your cunt as you stare at his handsome features, and you're shuddering, pouring arousal all down his length. 'S-so big!' you're whining out, as he feels you, so tight, flipping you then so you can't see him and sitting you on the counter, sinking back into your perfect cunt.

Apparition! Toji mutters in your ear now - 'you're mine, doll, can't have you sucking some fucking man, can I?' - and you can still hear him, while he's pounding your cunt, but you can't see him, you just feel him, nodding desperately. 'threesome?' you tease, smirking, and he chokes that throat, pounding your cunt mercilessly, oxygen being sucked away while your ghostly lover wrecks your inner walls. 'That's enough, doll, fuck you s'good you forget anything' Toji finds out then, that when he busts inside you, you can see him - for just a moment, your eyes locking feels surreal, as he moans out, kissing your lips for the first time.

Apparition! Toji leaves your cunt leaking his cum, disappearing suddenly, and you curse, as Gojo knocks on your bathroom door - 'are you all right!?' - shit, shit, shit. You're looking around glaring - 'where did you go, what's your name!?' - your whispers are just met with Toji chuckling like the ass of a man he is. He thinks next time he'll tell you his name, but he needs to make sure you send this man home first, so he has you all to himself.

This was from a dream in my nap I took today aha, I know this is random as fuckk hehe if you want more of him lmkk <3

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[sunderwight]

Headcanon that Shen Yuan was hotter than Shen Qingqiu, actually.

Like yeah SQQ being a cultivator gave him a boost to enough attributes + being in a stallion novel where everyone is either unrealistic hot or dog's butt ugly got the Shen Qingqiu body extra points, and he wasn't bad looking to begin with. Plus not being ill is vastly more important to the new Shen Qingqiu than those extra hotness points (Without a Cure notwithstanding). But part of the reason why he's kind of like, meh, at least I'm not hideous or anything, is because Shen Yuan's original body was a knock out.

I also like him as chronically ill, and, as many people know, beauty standards and sustained suffering are not as incompatible as they should be. Shen Yuan was conventionally attractive in part because conventional beauty standards seem to want everyone slowly dying all the time. But even setting that aside, the man had flawless bone structure, an appealing figure, captivating eyes, and the kind of voice that stopped people in their tracks.

All of which was a contributing factor to his antisocial lifestyle, actually. Despite the fact that Shen Yuan does enjoy company and requires a certain baseline of social enrichment for his enclosure, his internalized homophobia and closeting did not play well with overtures from interested parties (regardless of gender). The only way to minimize the odds of him being asked out on dates was to essentially become a shut-in, especially since even Shen Yuan can only make so many excuses before he himself starts to notice that he's going to a lot of effort to avoid specifically that avenue of socialization. Far better to just remove himself from any risk of it, and then vocally lament that oh no he's just too much of a nerd to get anywhere with women!

Anyway this largely doesn't matter much outside of sheer comedy potential for any situation where SY gets his old body/life back. Like imagine a reveal scenario where the System is going to transport them back to their old lives.

Shang Qinghua: well bro I guess this is gonna be the ultimate test of love, right?

Shen Yuan: what do you mean?

Shang Qinghua: our husbands are gonna see what we looked like back before we were glorious cultivators! they're going to have to track us down in our mundane, kinda shitty pre-transmigration lives! it's gonna be at least a little embarrassing, right?

Shen Yuan: *gets his old body back*

Shang Qinghua, normal human with average looks: ...

Shen Yuan, exemplary 11/10: ?

Shang Qinghua: what. the fuck?? bro what the fuck why are you hot???

Shen Yuan: don't make it weird

Shang Qinghua: make it weird??? why were you sitting at home reading my shitty novel when you could have been out there building your own harem???

Shen Yuan: stop exaggerating

Shang Qinghua: oh my god you've always been like this. this is it, isn't it? it wasn't even brain damage from the transmigration or something--

Shen Yuan: hey

Shang Qinghua: --you've just always been completely unaware, haven't you? every time I wrote a beautiful woman who didn't know her own appeal you'd be jumping down my throat--

Shen Yuan: because that's a stupid trope--!

Shang Qinghua: --JUMPING DOWN MY THROAT EXACTLY LIKE THAT but this whole time THIS WHOLE TIME it wasn't even a glow-up issue, you've just been that, personified, yourself--

Shen Yuan: look I know I'm not ugly but I'm not I'm hardly that good-looking

Shang Qinghua: YOU ARE NEVER ALLOWED TO CRITICIZE THAT TROPE AGAIN! oh my god. how many broken hearts did you leave behind when you died?!

Shen Yuan: none, I wasn't even seeing anyone--

Shang Qinghua: yeah full offense but I am nottt taking your word for that. I bet you had a harem you didn't know about in this lifetime too. I bet you had a fan club, like an anime prince

Shen Yuan: *mumbling*

Shang Qinghua: what was that?

Shen Yuan: I said... only in high school...

Shang Qinghua: oh my god

Shen Yuan: it wasn't a big deal!

Shang Qinghua: *frantically trying to see if he can find any trace of it on the internet now*

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - modern!au, kidnapping, stalking, semi-public masturbation, and toxic relationship dynamics.

Thinking about Crime-Lord!Sukuna, who's literally never jerked off. Not before he meets you, at least.

He just doesn't have a reason to. He's never had much of a sex drive, and even in a world without cursed energy, he still finds that he'd rather fight than fuck the grand majority of people he meets. He's not a virgin or anything - a handful of drunken nights with Uraume made sure he wouldn't be carrying around that title for the rest of his life. That doesn't mean he's some loser who needs to have his dick in his hand every five seconds, though. He's got more self-control than that, more dignity.

Or, he's trying to have more dignity. You're so fucking loud - barely bothering to try and hide the fact that you're still crying twenty minutes after he gruffly admitted that you wouldn't be going home, tonight. You've got yourself huddled against the car door, trying to take up as little room on the bench seat you currently share with him as possible. There aren't interior handles, he's got a driver for that kind of shit, but your hand darts out to look for one every couple of minutes, every time the car dips to a speed that might let you jump out relatively unscathed. Like you think he wouldn't be prepared for that. Like you think you're just some unlucky random he decided to haul out of his own goddamn club on a whim.

It's loud. It's annoying. Honestly, it's a little insulting. It's not like you couldn't feel him staring you down every time you stepped into his fucking front-of-a-business, like you hadn't noticed he's only ever in the building when he knows you're already there. It's your own damn fault. If he could trust you not to shake your ass for anyone willing to watch, he wouldn't have had to do this. If he thought you were ever going to pull your head out of the clouds long enough to so much as glance in his direction, he wouldn't have had to force you to.

Like he said - it's annoying. Annoying, and really fucking hot.

He can feel the strain against his slacks, the damp heat crawling down his spine. There's another thirty minutes 'till you get back to his apartment, and every fractured whimper that makes it past your lips is another bolt of agony straight to his cock. You're not going to shut up, so he grits his teeth and bites the bullet - tearing open his fly and freeing his cock. The damn thing was already stiff enough to press into his stomach, to drool over the back of his hand as he clumsily wraps a fist around his shaft. There has to be something wrong with him, with you. He's too sensitive, barely able to flex his hand without feeling the ache in his stomach. Pre-cum drips down his wrist, spilling onto the leather of his seats. Great. Now he has to find time to get the car detailed, too.

He forces his hand to move, pumping robotically from head to base. His attentions moves involuntarily to you, still huddled as far from him as possible, still trying to bite back the little sobs and whines that got him into this, in the first place. The only difference is that, now, your eyes are glued to his lap, your lips parted and your expression horrified. That doesn't help. He pictures you making the same face as he carries you into your new bedroom, all deep velvets and barred windows, as he explains that you're his, now. It's enough to have his cock twitching his hold, demanding friction his awkward, faltering pace can't provide. He curses under his breath, throwing your name into the blend of foul words. It couldn't be enough for you to ruin his fucking life, to force him to spend the last few months on the wrong side of a leash you didn't even know you were holding. No, no, you had to make him humiliate himself while you-

"You're doing it wrong."

When he snaps out of his thoughts, he finds you - now uncurling, brows furrowed in concern and lips pursed. You rest a hand on his bicep, and when he doesn't shove you away, you slide into the seat next to him, wrapping your hand gingerly around his own.

"It's supposed to be, uh, more delicate. With more of an angle." Your voice is light, soft, just a little raspy. There's still a hiccup every now and then, but you seem distracted - a crying child lured out of their tantrum with the introduction of a new, more interesting game. "You're going to hurt yourself."

"Shut the fuck up," he mutters, and you hum, rubbing the pad of your thumb over his tip in slow, deep circles. When you move his hand, it's with intention - slower towards the head, faster towards the base, the heel of your palm grinding into the underside every so often. Sukuna throws his head back, shutting his eyes. You don't seem to notice, thoroughly captivated by your shiny new toy.

He always knew you were going to be the death of him.

He just hadn't thought you'd get around to it so fucking fast.