#body-swap

[girl4music]

FORREST:

“Yeah, you’re a killer.”

FAITH:

“I am not a killer! I am the Slayer. And you don’t know the first thing about me!”

FORREST:

“You really care what I think?”

FAITH:

*Pauses*

“No. I don’t care.

*Thinks. Tries to process her thoughts. Gets distressed. Finally turns around and walks away*

God, I don’t care!”

That’s SO Faith. That’s what her reaction would be entirely!

All I see is Faith here. I see no Buffy even though it’s Buffy’s body. That’s how good of an actress Gellar is. The way Gellar played that. Reacted to him in a way she knows Buffy never would have reacted to him. The way the eyebrows move and the creases in the forehead show up. He clearly hit a nerve in her and rather than spend the time to figure out why that is, she just shuts out her emotions. Even in somebody else’s body she’s still uncomfortable and unsatisfied with who she is.

Buffy wouldn’t talk like that. Wouldn’t move her body or face like that. Likely wouldn’t even answer to Forrest’s comment at all. In fact Buffy wouldn’t have given a shit what Forrest thought. The most she would have done in reaction to his comment would be to scoff then turn around and walk away.

But that just shows how well Gellar has got Faith’s mannerisms down. Facial expressions and everything. Tone, vibe. Her entire energy. It’s just spot on Faith’s reaction every bit of this performance. She’s fucking incredible in this episode as Faith. She’s so damn convincing portraying Faith that she makes Faith’s portrayal of Buffy seem so damn unconvincing. And therefore shows just how much Faith doesn’t know herself and doesn’t understand her own feelings. Has 0 self-awareness and self-security. It’s bloody brilliant. Figures Faith would only come to terms with just how much she hates herself while she’s escaping from it. And as soon as she’s back in her own body, she doesn’t know what to do with herself but just rinse and repeat. If she can’t face the trauma and the pain what else can she do but purposefully self-destruct? That’s what she’s always done.

It takes a lot of self-reflection to truly know one’s self and become at peace with being it. Faith never gives herself the time, patience or opportunity to truly learn who she is. She’s always too busy crawling into someone else’s skin in effort to distract herself from it. And as disturbing as it is, I really do think it’s genius writing how Faith takes advantage of Riley while in Buffy’s body. Therefore taking advantage of the BOTH of Riley and Buffy. Because it doesn’t matter whether she’s wearing somebody else’s body or thrusting herself on top of it or even all at the same time, the whole point is that she doesn’t have to see herself. Doesn’t have to face herself. Because then that means self-reflection. And she wants to avoid doing that at all costs because she’s afraid of what she will reveal.

And Gellar 100% knows how to portray that complex in her. Knows that that’s what the character Faith would do. Instead of self-reflect, deflect and then self-destruct.

Faith’s the kinda girl to wear 25 different faces all at once and not a single one of them is her own. Yet because of that, you can see right through her. Then you look at somebody like Tara,… and while she also harbour insecurities about herself… every single time, the face that reacts when they’re brought to the surface is always her own because she’s always self-reflecting. Faith is more like Willow. Shows you who she wants you to see rather than who she actually is. It’s always a performance. It’s always a way to escape from or avoid self-reflection, and therefore self-growth. The only real difference is Faith chooses offence instead of defence. She prefers to act out rather than cover up. To attack rather than hide away. But it’s all the same to someone like me who has played both sides of the chessboard of identity and came up the loser no matter what strategy I tried to win the game with. Whether it be internalizing or externalizing, it doesn’t matter. Neither works. Neither are a solution or fix. Reflection is the way to go. It’s hard and it’s gruelling but it’s fucking necessary. It has to be done. It is much more worth it to do the hard work required and to meet the pain and the trauma head on rather than waste time and energy trying to escape from or avoid it because all that tends to do is just make it so much worse.

People try relentlessly to either be somebody that they’re not or distract themselves from themselves. But you can’t escape from or avoid being yourself. It is relatively impossible. And lying does you no good either. Better to be honest. With yourself as well as everybody else because it’s you that has to face yourself no matter what in the end. Delaying the process only ensures one thing. That it’s much more difficult to do everything else. Faith believes letting loose and going wild is the easy way out of her pain and trauma. But it only makes it harder to handle the next time something bad happens. She’s making things much more difficult to deal with in the long run by escaping and avoiding dealing with it now.

And the fact that that’s only realized while in somebody else’s body is storytelling poetry.

[airasora]

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[a-few-of-my-favorite-mangas]

Star⇄Crossed!!

Story and Art by Junko

Manga Volume 1-4 [END]

Shoujo, Comedy, Drama, Romance, Body-Swap

Story  ★★★☆☆    ||   ★★★☆☆   Art

Summary

Azusa lives for only one man: Chika-kun, of the idol group Prince 4 U. But when she accidentally dies trying (and failing) to save him, she can't believe her luck -- to be in literal Heaven with the man she loves! But never one to lie, God says this one is on him, and sends them both back to continue their lives... but there's just one little problem. Their souls have been sent to the wrong bodies! 

Not knowing the cause of the switch, Azusa is a bit agitated... Chikashi's manager, Matsumoto, knows about the switching, and as a countermeasure, he has Chikashi transfer into Azusa's high school...?! The confrontation between her student life and her life as a fan has Azusa's heart pounding non-stop!!

Azusa is forced to hop into the bath with the other P4U members in Chika's body -- but apparently, she can't handle the heat of seeing the other members in the buff! And not only that, she realizes in her semi-conscious state that their leader, Haru... is KISSING HER?! When Azusa learns of Haru's secret feelings, she tries desperately to avoid him in a bid to protect Chika's virtue, but neither of them is willing to back down without a fight... When a die-hard idol junkie confronts her popular idol rival, you know the fireworks are about to fly -- after all, these Stans can't be friends!! 

Chikashi has decided to once again pursue his dream of becoming an actor, something he had given up on when he was a child actor, and the distance between him and Azusa who supports that dream is steadily closing... However, the situation suddenly changes when Arisu Akane, Chikashi's ex-girlfriend, appears before them!! And Chikashi collapses while clutching his chest...?!  When the trigger for their body switching finally becomes clear, they find out it's tied to their lives...?! They're in desperate and dire straits! 

Review

This was a short and sweet series, from the same creator of ‘Kiss Him, Not Me,’ and has a similar tone and comedy as that series. In fact at the end of each volume is a short from that series that gives you a little more on what happened to those characters after the series ended. The main is just as excitable and fanatic about her interests and her dedication to her idol, that it borders on a mental illness obsession, not sure I really liked the over all relationship as it is mostly one-sided and thus harder for me to relate to. 

The ending seems kinds abrupt, there is an ending of sorts to try and wrap everything up, but it is really rushed and still left kinda open-ended, at least as far as correcting the body-switching. It was a satisfying end, but shame it didn’t get a few more volumes to be able to flush it out more. The relationship needed more time to feel like it works, especially on his end. Felt more like he is just stuck with her, and resigned to it, because, well he has no choice, and she is 100% loyal and self-sacrificing, so it could be worse? 

[camilleflyingrotten]

Thinking about the Good Omens S1 body swap…

LATER

[foerchen]

Next fic: bodyswap

Jason: *in Dick‘s body*

Jason: I feel awful. What is wrong with your body???

Tim: *absolutely obliterating a punching bag in Jason‘s body*

Dick: *looks affronted at Jason in his body*

Dick: My body is fine! What do you mean??? You aren‘t the one who needs to consume an unholy amount of caffeine to function!

Jason: I feel like someone is about to push me off a fucking cliff, Dickhead.

Dick: *grins suddenly*

Dick: Ohhhh. Lemme fix that for you, Little Wing.

Dick: *walks up to Jason and hugs him tightly*

Jason: *relaxes before tensing up*

Jason: WAIT. YOU NEED HUGS TO FUNCTION?!?!

(Next fic is in the works! o7 It isn’t the one I had originally planned cuz my brain went brrr. Have a good one, my lovely birdwatchers! <3)

((Edit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59545189/chapters/151862587 ))

[ulkaralakbarova]

Married for ten years, in full crisis, thinking about divorce. But following a failed scientific experiment, they suddenly find one inside the body of the other. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Andrea: Pierfrancesco Favino Sofia: Kasia Smutniak Michele: Valerio Aprea Maria: Marta Gastini Brancati: Andrea Bruschi Cristian: Gaetano Bruno Angelica: Paola Calliari Luca: Flavio Furno Anna: Francesca Agostini Tommaso: Sebastian Dimulescu La psicologa: Giselda Volodi Lo Foco: Luigi Diberti Ivan: Gabriele Falsetta Film Crew: Director: Simone Godano Story: Carmen Danza Story: Giulia Louise Steigerwalt Co-Writer: Daniele Grassetti Production Manager: Claudio Sorace Casting: Chiara Natalucci Costume Design: Maria Cristina La Parola First Assistant Director: Fabrizio Procaccini Line Producer: Paolo Lucarini Sound: Paolo Giuliani Production Design: Tonino Zera Original Music Composer: Andrea Farri Editor: Davide Vizzini Director of Photography: Michele D’Attanasio Producer: Matteo Rovere Producer: Roberto Sessa Delegated Producer: Chiara Grassi Delegated Producer: Gabriele Lilli Delegated Producer: Alessia Polli Location Manager: Lorenzo Catalano Production Coordinator: Katia Abbate Production Secretary: Luca De Giorgi Assistant Editor: Pierluigi Darino Assistant Editor: Lucia Sblendorio Script Supervisor: Claudia Nannuzzi Second Assistant Director: Claudio Aloia Second Assistant Director: Stefano Farina Camera Operator: Matteo Carlesimo Camera Operator: Andrea Arnone Assistant Camera: Danilo Caruso Boom Operator: Diego De Santis Set Decoration: Valeria Zamagni Makeup Department Head: Arianna Agosta Hair Department Head: Daniele Perosillo Gaffer: Loris Felici Key Grip: Raffaele Alletto Unit Manager: Vincenzo La Gatta Movie Reviews: Jolang: Andrea (Pierfrancesco Favino) and Sofia (Kasia Smutniak) are a lovely couple, indeed they were. Married for ten years in crisis, they think of divorce. But as a result of a scientific experiment by Andrea suddenly they find themselves one inside the body of the other. Literally. Andrea is Sofia and Sofia is Andrea. With no choice but to live each other’s existence and everyday life. You in the shoes of him, a brilliant neurosurgeon who carries out an experiment on the human brain, he in the shoes of her ambitious TV presenter on the rise.

[gammija]

nothing personal but this kind of comment rlly exemplifies to me a disconnect between canon and popular fanon jmart characterization because they almost literally had this conversation in canon - except, their lines are swapped!

jon, for all his scared grouchiness, is a secret romantic, while martin, for all his forced optimism, is at his core a pragmatist

[marionette-j2x]

Wrong Spell... A sequel- 😭😂

Oops! Wrong spell! <- First

[captainzigo]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[bubblesthecow]

The thing that I love the most about Doctor Who is that it’s just SOOOOOO bad. It’s awful. It’s dreadful. It’s cheesy and stupid and terrible. It has dialogue like “I am the beep of all the meeps!” It’s truly the most embarrassing cringeworthy thing you’ve ever seen. It’s been that way for 60 years. It’s gonna be that way for another 60. It doesn’t matter what kind of budget or fan base they receive. It’s always gonna be this stupid.

I love it so fucking much.

[demapatto-art]

All | 2 | more body swap sillies

[nanaslutt]

Ok so I was thinking about soul swap (??) With gojo. Gojo doing🫣 stuff to his body in which readers soul is from readers body. Or can have reader doing stuff with her body..hope u understand kinda high rn. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Body swap with Gojo

contains: fem reader, masturbation (m&f), reader & Gojo’s perspectives, perv!gojo & reader, multiple orgasms, “first orgasm” (experienced as the opposite sex), dirty talk, teasing, mutual pining

MDNI

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"Gojo this is fucking serious!" You yelled, still getting caught off guard when Satoru's voice could be heard in your ears even though you were the one talking. "Okay okayy, I'll text Ijichi to come to get us, relax your little head." He responded in your voice. This whole thing was so fucked up. The two of you were fighting some curse together-- Gojo had no real reason to be there but he insisted on it for "safety reasons" (he was bored). You had gotten hit once by the curse right before you finished it off, and nothing strange had happened until Gojo came up to you and laid his hand on your shoulder to make sure you were alright, and that's when it happened—the soul swap.

Gojo pulled out his phone and held it out in front of himself, waiting for the face ID to scan him in. The man that currently resided in your body shook the device, frustrated. "Oh, this fuckin'..." He gave up, typing in his password as the device buzzed again and again, refusing to let him in. His antics made you giggle, turning your head to the side you sniffed to conceal any laughter he might pick up before you went back to watching him call for help.

"Ijichi? Heyyy, little problem~" Your higher-pitched voice reverberated through his speaker, no doubt confusing the poor overworked man on the other end. "Why do I have Gojo's phone? Funny you ask.." Gojo went on to pace around the area, throwing your hands up in the air as he explained the situation to Ijichi. You took the opportunity to look down at your temporary body, running your hands down the sides of Gojo's massive coat, which actually fit him. You felt the hardness underneath his clothes, pouting your bottom lip out in surprise, you figured Gojo would be fit, but you never knew for certain.

You had been a teacher at Jujutsu High for as long as he had, and the two of you had gotten quite close—which is why you didn't put up a fight when he insisted on coming on this mission with you, now you were starting to regret your decision. "Checkin' out my body while I was callin' for help? Perv~" Gojo teased, blocking your body off in a cross with his arms dramatically as he spoke. "Don't flatter yourself Satoru, you had something on your jacket." You lied through your teeth.

"It feels weird to hear my own voice chastise myself.." He pouts, placing a hand on his hip. "Yeah, well it doesn't feel great to see you flaunting around in my body either." You respond, holding a dejected look on Satoru's features that he probably has never made in his life. "Oh? you don't like me inside you?" He teased, covering his mouth as he giggled mischievously. "Please don't say gross things in my voice," you responded, rolling your eyes as you started to make your way out of the run-down building so Ijichi could see the two of you from the street.

"You're so serious~" He teased, using your shorter legs to run up to you and wrap himself around your arm, leaning your head against his arm as the two of you walked. "Also why did you not tell me you had to pee so bad." He said, making you choke on your own spit as you stopped in your pursuit of the road. "You are not under any circumstances going to piss while you're in my body." You emphasized, making a point to look into his eyes when you spoke.

"Why? Don't want me to see your cunt? heh." He laughed, once again using his filthy mouth to defile your voice. "What do you think Satoru?" You said, deadpanning at him. "Ahh~ you make my face look so scary~" He teased, curling your body up to his own arm once more as the two of you pushed forth towards society once more.

Once Ijichi's car, and the anxious man himself, came into view, you pushed the body that was clinging too tightly to your arm off of you. "Are you two alright?" He asked, coming up to your body. "Oh, Ijichi ~ you're such a caring man~ why don't you-" "That Gojo Ijichi, don't forget.' You reminded, looking blankly down at the dark-haired man, who had started to blush at your words. After an apology from the nervous man, and a quick slap to your body's shoulder that made Gojo whine through his laugh, the two of you got into the car.

The drive had started off with more shenanigans from Gojo in your body, trying to fluster Ijichi, which you quickly shut down by slapping Gojo's large hand over your own mouth. After that though, the drive started to quiet down, the three of you falling into a comfortable silence save for the radio playing some generic song in the background to fill the void. You noticed Gojo had started to bounce his leg in your body, peeking out the corner of your eye you saw your head was tipped back on the headrest, your eyes were squeezed shut, and your lip was pulled between your teeth; you looked like you were in pain.

"Gojo." You whispered, making him drop his chin and look at you, before he smiled through the uncomfortably, "I wasn't lying about needing to-" You quickly cut him off, waving his hands in front of you, "I know, I know." You said, before heaving out a sigh, "This fucking suuuuck." You drawled, letting your own head tip back agaisnt the headrest as you heard your own voice giggle at your unfortunate situation.

—

"Satoru hurry!" You yelled, tapping your foot anxiously on the ground as you stood in front of the bathroom door with your arms crossed, waiting for Gojo to finish his business. "Don't rush me! It's hard to pee with a blindfold on you know." He sighed, your voice coming through the door muffled. You had tied Gojo's own pitch-black blindfold over his eyes before you let him go into the bathroom, making sure he couldn't see a thing. You wanted him to leave to door open so you could make sure he really didn't peek, but then you put yourself in his shoes and realized you wouldn't want Gojo to watch while you were.. so you abandoned that thought.

Right before you were about to yell at the man for taking too long again, he opened the door, the blindfold off of your eyes and in your hands. Your face tunred beat red, your jaw dropped and your lungs filled with profanities and curses, ready to spill but- "I took it off to wash my hands captain stick-up-her-ass, relax~" He said, giving you a smug look before he pushed past you and started walking down the hallway. You bit your tongue as you watched your body move down the hall, "Where are you going?" You asked, placing your hands on his hips.

"Well~ I was hoping you could show me to your room because.." He held your hands out in front of him before he gestured to your body, which was covered in dirt, debris, curse blood, you name it. You could feel a headache start to come on, rubbing your fingers against his temple you sighed, realizing he was going to have to take a shower. You followed in his footsteps down the hall as you passed him, leading him to your room. "Thank you~" He cooed, a pep in his step as he followed behind you.

Once you reached your room you gripped your hand on the top of the door as he slipped under your arm and made his way into your room. You were caught off guard for a second, you knew Gojo was big, but you never really realized your size difference until now. Feeling yourself grow hot in the face you quickly snapped yourself out of it as you followed him into your room.

"Ahhhhh~" Gojo moaned in your voice, plopping him and his filthy body down on your pristine sheets. "You have two seconds to get off my bed before I use your own technique to kill you." You said with his deep voice, making him sigh as he reluctantly dropped his legs back down onto the floor and dragged his body off the sheets, standing as he crossed his arms at you. "Im tireddd, you seriously need to work on your stamina." He said, rubbing your thighs with your hands, "This body is exhausted, I feel like I'm going to collapse." He complained.

You ignored his comments as you dug through your drawer, trying to find something sufficient for him to change into. You settled on a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt, collecting them under your arm you threw them in his direction, the man skillfully catching them in his hands. "You don't have anything a little sexier?" He said, holding up the ragged band tee in front of him while he tucked the shorts under his arms. "Please." You begged, your eye twitching when you turned to look at him.

"You should probably.." You froze, your face heating up at the words you haven't even spoken yet. "Stop making me look so bashful, it's unbecoming." He said, a face of displeasing spreading itself on your futures. "God- Fuck, please just go take a shower and don't.. don't- don't be weird!" You sputtered, throwing your hands in the air in defeat before you opened the door and stepped aside so he could leave your bedroom and head for the shower rooms. "Yes ma'am~" He cooed, looking up at you through your lashes at you while he walked past you and started down the hallway.

Once he was out of view, you shut your door behind yourself as you slid down the wood dramatically, burring your face in Gojo's massive hands as you tried not to think too hard about what he might see, or what he was going to do with your body.

--

Gojo locked the door to the shower rooms behind him, screw anyone else that needed to wash up he needed to be alone right now. Your pleas and begs to not look at your body too long or be weird with yourself getting thrown out the window when your frame came into view in the full-length mirror that was in the bathroom before the shower stalls. He whistled at what he saw, turning himself around he looked over your shoulder and stared at your ass through the mirror.

Gojo was having the time of his life checking out his new temporary body. He was astonished at how pretty you still managed to look with messed up hair and ruined clothes. He stared intently at your body as he turned back around and started unzipping your jacket slowly, biting his lip when your body clad in a tight black t-shirt came into view. "Fuck, this is insane." Gojo laughed to himself, feeling a familiar yet unfamiliar warmth blossom in your stomach.

He let the jacket drop to the floor before he crossed his arms over your body and gripped the bottom of your shirt as he slowly dragged the fabric up and over your head, a shaky breath escaping your lips when he saw your bare flesh, the top half of your figure only being clad in a bra. "She'll never know." He giggled to himself before he turned around again, slipping your fingers under the hem of your pants he slowly and seductively slid them down your body, the heat in his stomach growing when your pantyclad pussy came into view as he kicked the pants to the side.

"Who knew all I had to do to get you naked was to do it myself." He said, watching himself in the mirror. Fuck, your voice was turning him on. He might be the one in control of your body right now, but the soul residing inside was still Gojo Satoru, the man who got hard watching you stretch your arms over your head before you spared. He turned around and reached his hand behind his back to unclasp your bra, biting his lip and smiling when he felt your tits fall freely in the air.

"Fuck." He wined in your voice, making your body grow wet as he slid the garment off your body and let it join the pile that had built up on the floor. He brought your hands up to your breasts as squished them together, kneading the soft mounds in his hands, pinching your nipples, jiggling them around, he touched and manipulated them in all the ways he could thing, all while he giggled at his own ministrations. "Now to see this cunt~"

--

Back in your room, you were still on the floor, your head had left the confines of your hands as it rested against the door with your eyes shut. You were going over in your head the way you looked from his point of view; how much smaller than him you were, the height difference, his deep voice, how warm his body was, how- what the fuck was that? You swore you felt something twitch in his pants. You dropped your gaze hesitantly to his lap and noticed a large tent was poking up right where his crotch was.

You had got to be joking. While fantasizing in his body, you had accidentally riled yourself up to the point you were sporting a boner? This was unreal. How did it go away? How long would it take? Oh god, why was his pervy body so sensitive? You did notice the familiar warmth in your lower regions, only in this body, instead of almost feeling your arousal throughout your whole body, you felt it more focused on his crotch.

You bit your lip, shutting your eyes as you tipped your head back against the door again. You couldn't stop your mind from wandering back to all the little things you noticed while being in his body, you wanted to stop you really did, you could not be like Gojo, you were not a perv, you were not a hypocrite.. but one look couldn't hurt anything right? Gojo would likely be in the bathroom for a while, he would never know if you just looked at it, right?

With a heavy sigh, you stood up and walked up to your full-length mirror, unzipping his jacket quickly and throwing it on your bed you lifted his shirt up on his body and stared at his insane physique. His abs seemed to glow under the light in your room, and the indents and muscles on his frame seemed to go on forever. How did he manage to stay so fit when he was constantly eating all those sweets? Men..

The bulge his body was sporting in his slacks made the whole view look so much more erotic, you bit your lip, your breath picking up the more you shamelessly gazed at his body in the mirror. You lifted his shirt more to get a view of his rock-hard pecs, a shaky breath leaving his lungs at his long and toned torso completely unobstructed by clothes to your eyes. You had already come this far.. looking a little more wouldn't hurt right? It's not like you were going to touch anything and besides! Gojo was absolutely doing the exact same thing right now.

Although the thought of Gojo checking out your body the way you were doing to him right now made your face heat up, you once again felt that same twitching under his pants. "Ugh, fucking quit that!" You chastised his dick, your face scrunching up in annoyance as you spoke to it.

You slipped his fingers under his waistband, you slid the fabric down lower- his v-line became more visible to you, lower- a white happy trail was exposed, lower- the base of his cock was unveiled as you could now see it throb under your gaze. You slid his pants down to about his mid-thighs, biting your lip as a shaky moan left his lips, making you feel dizzy at the erotic sound. His cock dripped a thick drop of pre onto the floor beneath you as you watched it hang freely in the room, twitching in the air.

He was so big it almost made you mad, realizing at that moment his cockiness and confidence not only came from his good looks and impressive talent but also from his massive cock. You dropped to his knees, perching yourself on them as you pulled up his shirt and bit the fabric between your teeth, letting yourself have a full view of his body. "Fuck." You moaned, the sound coming out muffled from the fabric tucked between your teeth as you let his warm hands come up to caress his body.

You felt every indent and ridge his body had to offer as you smoothed his massive hands over his body. Any guild you might've felt earlier being washed away at the unreal sight in front of you. The throbbing in his crotch was becoming unbearable the longer you worked yourself up. You tried to stop your hands from dropping any lower, you really did, but when you felt the way his hand wrapped around his cock, the relief, the pleasure, you had no regrets.

--

Gojo sat on the floor of the shower with a slack jaw as he watched your small fingers piston in and out of your tight cunt, moaning and whining at how warm and wet you felt around your fingers. "S-Satoru, Satoru-" He moaned in your voice, getting himself off on hearing your voice moan out his name. "Fuck- this feels so fucking good-" He whined, tipping his head bak agaisnt the shower wall.

He thought fingering himself would feel uncomfortable, but he was sorely mistaken. Your body was made for taking things inside your tight little cunt, the feeling of pleasure immediately washing over his body from just sliding his fingers inside your cunt. He had already cum twice from fingering your body and rubbing your fingers over your sensitive clit, he just couldn't get enough. He had no idea how long he had been in there for, but the water was still running hot so it couldn't have been that long.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yesyesyes-" He moaned in your voice, wanting to get the most out of this experience while he could, he didn't know if he would ever get to be this up close and personal with your body again after all. He tweaked your nipples in his fingers, biting your lip as loud moans echoed off the walls of the bathroom, his hips humping into your fingers as he felt himself approach another orgasm.

"Soooooo fucked- heh- S-so fucked up" He groaned, your voice raising in pitch as he fought the urge to keep your legs apart, moaning out his name once more when he came. Your body curled in on itself as he continued fucking his fingers in and out of your cunt, working himself through the orgasm. "A-ahhh ngh- fuck-" He wined, pulling his fingers from your walls as your legs snapped shut, and your cunt clenched around nothing. The friction your thighs brought on your sensitive cunt as you came down from your orgasm felt heavenly.

Your body relaxed under the pelting water droplets hit his body, your gasps filling the bathroom as he tried to catch his breath. Gojo couldn't help but think how much better it felt to come as a woman, he felt like his whole soul left his body each time he came, the electricity that zapped through his whole body and made his mind cloudy was a feeling that could not be beat. He almost started mourning the curse you had killed, he wanted to experience this all the time.

With a sigh he pulled himself off of the floor, standing on shaky legs as he shut off the water and giggled to himself as he took the towel down from the side of the shower. "Fuck, it feels a little sore down there.. hope she doesn't notice, heh." And with that, the white-haired man started to dry off your hair and dress your body back up in the nice clean clothes you had given him.

--

"Fuck- fuck- o-ohmygod" You rapidly stroked your hand over his cock while you stared at Gojo's body in the mirror. It was a weird feeling, being aroused by this body while you had full control over it, but the fucked up situation almost made it more exciting. Gojo's balls felt so heavy and warm under your palm as you massaged in between your fingers. His back arched in the mirror every time you ran your hand over the sensitive tip of his dick.

It had taken you a minute to get used to the feeling and to find the right rhythm, but once you did, you were going fucking insane. You don't know how Gojo had lived his whole life with such a sensitive cock, every time you stroked over his length his body jerked and twitched, pre cum dripped from his dick, and his breath hitched, it was a mess. His needy whines and deep groanes you had occasionally let slip was driving your arousal up the walls, the way his abs clenched under your ministrations, and the feeling of his cock twitching when the stimulation got too much; you were feeling drunk.

"Right fucking- there- yess~" You groaned in his voice, stroking his cock slower but rougher as you squeezed your fist tightly around him. You wished you could fuck someone while you were in his body. If his hand felt this good, could you imagine how a mouth felt around it? Or a pussy? An ass? The possibilities and fantasies you were painting in your head were making his balls tighten, a familiar feeling coiling itself in the pit of his stomach.

"Shit, think I'm gonna cum." You vocalized, wanting to hear his voice, as the effect it had on you was embarrassing. You might be incapable of saying the filthy shit Gojo says on a daily basis, but you were sure as hell good at moaning and vocalizing your pleasure when something felt good. You wanted to hear how his voice sounded when it moaned out your name, but the embarrassment was too much, just thinking about it made you blush.

Your breath picked up as you thrust his hips to meet your strokes, both losing rhythm as you brought his body closer and closer to orgasm. "A-ahhh- fuck its coming its- fu-fuck-" You groaned, watching with a slacked jaw as long ropes of cum spurted out of his dick. Some of the ropes coated his hand and eased the slide on his cock as you stroked him through his orgasm, some being shot out onto the mirror in front of you, making the whole scene look pornographic.

His orgasm felt different from the ones you were used to, but it felt just as good. The heat was stronger in the pit of your stomach, and his cock was ten times as sensitive as your clit usually was right when you came. You felt different afterward too, a wave of shame and realization flooded over you when you realized what you had just done. "Ughhhh.." You groaned, being able to blame the unreasonable hornieness on this new body of yours as you washed the shame from your head, using a nearby towel from the other night to wipe off your dirtied mirror and his sensitive cock.

You winced and sucked a breath in through your teeth at the oversensitivity you felt while you wiped off his softening cock; silently curing him as it was still massive when it was flaccid. As soon as you tucked his cock back into his pants and straightened his apearance back up, you heard a knock on your door that nearly sent your soul flying out of your body.

"Let me innn, it's cold out here~" You heard your voice whine from the other side of the door. You took a deep breath before you walked over to the door and pulled it open, being faced with a damp-haired you. "Why do I look like shit? My face is so red." Gojo complained, walking past you as he dumped your clothes in your hamper before he walked over to your mirror to fix up your still-wet hair.

"Just got hot," You brushed off his remark. "How was your shower?" You asked, avoiding eye contact as you watched him fix your hair in the mirror. "Ohh you know~ Hot." He giggled. You rolled your eyes at his words, dismissing him as you plopped his heavy body on your bed and stared at the ceiling.

"I need to get my body back." You mumbled under your breath, making him look over to you from his place in front of the mirror, "What was that?" He asked, making you bite your lip between your teeth as you sighed heavily, replaying the last couple minutes over and over in your head. "Oh, nothing." You replied, biting the inside of your cheek.

part 2 :)

[biceratops7]

Dang it guys

we only ever talked about HALF of why these scenes were a big deal, like I just realized this today and my heart is going insane.

It’s not just that Crowley’s pissed at Gabriel for treating who he thinks as Aziraphale this way, the last thing he says to the people about to kill him is a benign and peaceful wish to see them again.

And like- this is Crowley trying to replicate Aziraphale to a T. So he legitimately just sees him as this endless well of compassion, someone who is always warm and accepting. It’s not just their friendship throughout the years, he remembers Aziraphale’s kindness on the Eastern Gate. When the angel had absolutely no reason to trust this random demon who just slithered up next to him. Crowley knows that he’s loved. Maybe not like that quite yet (although he’d be very wrong), but he knows that around his friend he’s always welcome and safe.

And Aziraphale?

Well he just thinks Crowley’s the coolest fucker alive, like he is laying it in THICK and enjoying every second. Listen to that charisma, look at that smirk. These are traits that are typically only appreciated in the context of how good it makes Crowley at tempting, a job he hates. But Aziraphale doesn’t see someone manipulative or regard this persona as signs of his “demonic nature”, he just sees Crowley. Someone charming, fun loving, and cute.

This is when we get to know precisely why they love each other, what exactly they see in the other.

edit: this is now my most popular post, good work team, lol

[appy143]

Yesterday's battlefield with my bull. I lost yet i won.

pc: my bull & hubby 💋