Just thinking about Aziriphale's pov because I firmly believe that the both of them are victims of misunderstanding.
He wanted Crowley to come back so their sides love didn't have to be at odds anymore.
He wanted Crowley to see the stars again. To create galaxies like he'd once loved to do. Give him all the galaxies he could ever want and never cancel a single one so Crowley can watch it grow.
He didn't want them to be scared of being found out or fight to keep what they had. He just wanted to protect them. What better way than being in charge. He was doing this for them.
And he thought Crowley did too, after all he kept his wings the reminders that he was once an Angel, a servant to God and her plan so surely he still loves her. Surely he wants to come home. To live happily together on the side of good because Aziraphale has been conditioned to believe that heaven is good and hell is bad so surely Crowley, his Crowley sweet and good, doesn't want to be on the bad side because Crowley is good. He's a demon, he fell yes, but he has a good heart and a brilliant mind and those are good traits, heavenly traits.
But Crowley didn't see it like that, Crowley saw it as him needing to change. But it wasn't about Crowley being "good enough" for heaven. That because he's a demon and he fell asleep he is he isn't good enough, he's everything Aziraphale hates.
It was about Heaven being good enough for Crowley. That Aziriphale would make it good enough for Crowley.
So Crowley can come 'home'. Not realizing that home is wherever they can be free together. Home is a book shop that never sells books and the best places with food to eat that Crowley suggested.
Not understanding that Crowley doesn't want Heaven or Hell Crowley just wants them to be well them. Whatever that may mean. That he loves him and wants him to desperately stay the way that they always have been so he kisses Aziraphale as a plea. Stay with me, don't leave me.
But all Aziraphale hears is rejection. That heaven will never be good enough for Crowley to return to, that he will never be enough for Crowley to return to. That Crowley didn't want Aziraphale to fall but he doesn't want to return to him, to heaven either, so he wants them to be on opposite sides. And hurt, devastated, Aziraphale gets angry. How dare he? How dare he waste 6000 years pretending to be his friend, to now pretend he loved him all along but reject his offer for them to be together without judgement or remorse on either end? How dare he ask me to abandon everything I've ever known for the uncertainty of a forever on the run or in hiding? How dare he let this break them apart? He's in too deep now and he doesn't believe he can leave.
Doesn't want to accept what he's known all along that the systems are broken and horrible. That the beauty of it all is supposed to be that you can be whatever you want to do whatever you want to. That they could've been like Gabriel and Beelzebub. Be ineffable.
Instead he saw it as a goodbye. That nothing can last forever no matter how much he wants them too because they'll always be on opposite sides, different paths.
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𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈:
| 1 | Gojo wanted to make you a mommy more than anything in the world... and he was fucking determined.
| 2 | You couldn't even begin to fathom the feeling of Gojo's blindfold shielding you from existence, his hand tracing up your spine and you knew he wasn't going to make this easy for you.
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader...
| 1 | breeding kink, husband!gojo, positions (doggy style, missionary, over his shoulders), many creampies, dirty talk, praising, begging, slight fingering, body worship, p in v intercourse (obvi), rough sex, feral!gojo, talks of having his children, petnames (mama, babe) lord i have sinned cuz this downright filthy...
| 2 | blindfolded reader, bondage, doggy style, fingering, p in v intercourse, dirty talk, teasing, cockdrunk!reader, rough sex, praising, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, good girl), mentions of riding and switching positions.
a/n:
| 1 | i was posessed writing this one, i swear- wc: 600ish.
| 2 | i think i'll make this thirst a staple, think we need to see more of reader wearing his blindfold... wc: 600ish.
v-day list | m.list
thirst count: 2
divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics
| 1 |
“So good for me… yeah that’s it, mama.” Gojo praised, patting the side of your leg with oomph as you whimpered out his name. He had your legs high in the air, over the mounds of his broad shoulders and you could barely see straight, the entirety of your brain mush as he drilled into you– his cock ramming up against your cervix every time he managed a deep thrust.
Which was every time, mind you.
Gojo had you in so many positions already; doggy had by far been the best for you, your moans muffled by the sheets you were thrown against and you arched your back through every thrust. It was heaven sent, you felt as his hands groped at your thighs, your waist, your ass. But he was indecisive– that fucker, and he wanted to see your face as he shot his third load into you so he flipped you over. His other two had dripped out of you and he cursed under his breath when he noticed, his fingers trying to plug it back up into you.
“Fuck…! –got my dick in a chokehold babe...” He groaned out, his voice breaking at the end of it and you tilted your head back into the feather of the pillows beneath you. He was being absolutely ruthless with you and you couldn’t help but clench around him every time he plunged into you roughly– it made him feral, his bright eyes wide with desire.
“Your body’s so fucking perfect–” He breathed out as your hips started to meet with his own, his eyes rolling back slightly and his love laced words slipped off his tongue with ease. Your breasts bounced prettily on your chest and your back had arched back up towards him, your tummy poking out slightly– which fed his urges. “Need you carrying my kid… Gotta see how sexy you’d look– how fucking gorgeous…”
Your mind short circuited, practically screaming out for him to breed you because, holy fuck that’s all you ever wanted in your lifetime– a kid, his kid. You wanted nothing more than to carry his child, a bond so strong no one would ever threaten to break it and you cried out in ecstasy as he glided his tongue against yours. He swallowed your pleads, rutting into you with pure purpose now and all you wanted him to do was fill you up– again and again and–
“God yes– you wanna have my children, hm…?” Gojo teased in between thrusts, your body trembling as your orgasm crept up your spine. “Can’t get it out of your head huh, with your pussy squeezing me like a vice– shit…! I’ll make you a mama if you ask nicely.”
“Please, Satoru..! Need it–” You babbled, too worked up to care about anything else– you needed his cum painting your cervix white, nothing could sway you out of this now as you yearned out his name over and over.
“That’s right, beg for it.”
And you did, with utmost obedience. Your vision became fuzzy, tiny bursts of color surrounding it as you felt your release harrowing through your body. Gojo’s thrusts faltered, stalled within you and a deep groan filled your ear as he pressed down onto you– trying to bury himself inside of you as he came. He held you against him with his moans panting out against your neck as he lazily rolled his hips into you, fucking his cum as deep as it could go.
“T-Think I’ll stay inside you for a while..wouldn’t want this batch dripping out of you too.” He muttered into your skin as he caught his breath, planting kisses down towards your collarbone. A broad hand laid against your tummy as you reveled in his touch, relaxing into the feeling of being close and full– so full still it made you shiver with anticipation because…
“Think she’ll take after her momma?”
| 2 |
You wished you had the dexterity of his six eyes; you couldn’t see shit through his blindfold as you zeroed in on the shifting behind you against the bed.
Gojo had you pinned, your wrists tied delicately together as your as tilted up against his pelvis. His hands ran down your thighs, spreading them apart with a simple motion and you could already feel the cold air against your exposed cunt. It wasn’t the best position for you– you wanted to see Gojo, you longed for his beauty inside and out. But at the same time, this thrilled you immensely.
The thought of his blindfold holding you hostage and maybe one of his old ones tied against your wrist – you couldn’t tell – but it was intoxicating to say the least. That he’d go to the lengths of letting you wear it, letting you wear something so sacred to him, to the abundance of his entirety. At that moment, you felt his fingers swipe through your arousal and you whined out in frustration.
“Patience, baby. Don’t gotta wait too long– I got you.” Gojo hummed, plunging two fingers in simultaneously and you keened into it. “Arch some more for me– let me see that pretty pussy, hm?”
And you did the best you could, fucking yourself back on his fingers in the process; you were pleased with yourself when you heard his breath hitch behind you. And the precious sound of his clothes shuffling around his knees. God, you were so drunk for his cock– your entire cunt was dripping for it, messing the sides of your thighs.
You whined out again, not realizing how close he was to you. You jumped slightly at the sound of his voice against the shell of your ear. “You’re not very patient. Here, this feel better?” Gojo pressed the crown of his cock against your entrance and a sharp gasp fell from your lips, mixing with his own groan. “Ah– Of course it does... Ass up, sweetheart.”
His hands gripped the sides of your waist, positioning himself at just the right angle to fuck into you. Gojo didn’t give you a chance to breathe, to even slide yourself wider on the bed to take him– he just fucking sunk right in with no remorse and hoped you wouldn’t break underneath him. As he stretched you out, you couldn’t help but moan out his name and clench around him as he bottomed out.
“That’s it, princess. Go on, take my cock.” He huffed out, thrusting into you roughly and you laxed from the pleasure that coursed through your pussy as his cock dragged deliciously against the warmth of your walls. He filled you up so nicely in this position and it took everything in him to not just manhandle you– to not just straight up hold you against him and rut into you.
You could hear nothing but his harsh pants and the wet squelching of your cunt being abused and it fucking turned you on more than it should’ve– his blindfold brought so much more of your other senses that it nearly drove you wild each time his hips snapped into you. His hands roamed each and every crevice of your skin as he leaned over you, pressing his chest flush with your back.
“Such a good girl… sucks you can’t see me, huh? Betcha reallly want to.” Gojo panted in your ear, kissing behind it with a quiet groan overtaking him when you inadvertently squeezed around him– his voice just caught you so off guard, your senses totally obscured and you couldn’t help it.
“Next time, we can switch– you’ll ride me while I’m tied up, yeah? I’ll even close my eyes for you, level the playing field a bit…”
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