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crowleys-hips · 1 month

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Pietà

art by @crowleyholmes

In the final moments of the last battle to save Earth, Crowley deals the last blow and he watches triumphantly as the Metatron collapses before him. But he doesn't come out unscathed. With a holy weapon pierced into his abdomen and time slipping away from him, he makes peace with his doomed fate as he awaits death in his angel's arms. Aziraphale will -not- have it though, as he does everything in his power to save the being he loves the most, risking everything to keep him.

Crowley doesn't notice the holy weapon piercing his upper abdomen at first, too busy still holding up his own infernal weapon as he watches the body of the powerful entity before him slowly start to crumble, a triumphant, wicked smile painted across his lips, adrenaline and victorious exhilaration coursing through his veins after a long, hard-fought battle against Heaven's tyrant. Then it hits him like a freight train. Pain so poignant it makes the world seem to bend. He stumbles a few steps back, dropping his weapon as his mind catches up with the sensation. The pain throbs violently, rapidly spreading like poison from his abdomen down to his every limb. He stops breathing as a weak attempt to stop it, but it doesn't help much. He just stands there, limbs shaking until his wobbling legs collapse. He grunts at the shock of pain that shoots up his body as his knees hit the ground and he falls limply on his side, mouth gaping helplessly like a fish out of water. The pain courses through his entire body, and it’s worse than any torture he’s ever endured in hell or anywhere. He's been whipped, burned, shot, cut in half, dismembered, had his bones repetitively broken, and worst of all, been forced to write a five hundred page essay on why demons should never do good deeds. And of course, he's been stabbed before. Quite a common occurrence during his first centuries on Earth. But never has he ever come close to a holy weapon of this caliber before. Holiness so venomous it stings and burns right through his very soul, chafing at it, tearing it, corroding it bit by burning bit, slowly disintegrating the delicate fabric of his essence. He wants to scream, but finds himself voiceless, so he just lies there motionless, ichor oozing out of his wound, pooling around him, collecting in his mouth, and trickling down his cheek.

It feels like hours -though it must've been just a couple minutes- before he is found. A familiar voice calls out to him in the distance, a voice he knows as well as his own. It sounds pained and desperate, and he wants nothing more than to run to it and soothe its owner’s woes until there's nothing left but gentleness in the world. The voice sounds way farther than it is, for in an instant, there are soft hands carefully scooping him up, cradling him close, surrounding him in warmth. His eyes try to focus on the blurry figure above him.

“...wley,” The echo of his voice reaches him. “Crowley, oh God Crowley answer me,” he pleads.

A different kind of ache crushes his chest. It's fine, everything is fine. I took care of it, he wants to say. His mouth twitches, trying to form words, knowing they could very well be his last.

“Angel,” he manages to whisper. “My angel…”

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vavoom-sorted-art · 4 months

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Of Kings and Kids - Chapter 3

It‘s getting a bit romantic, folks! @gaiaseyes451 and I wish you a nice Christmas Eve!

Chapter 3 on Ao3

Clear as a trumpet across the countryside, the piercing cry of a newborn baby rang through the night.

Crowley smiled, “that’ll be your newborn King, I expect.”

Aziraphale closed his eyes and exhaled, “yes, I suspect you're correct.”

“I should be going, have a feeling your work is just beginning.” Crowley squeezed Aziraphale’s hand once more and, carefully dislodging Jemimah, stood to begin his way down the hill.

Aziraphale watched him go. “Good night, Crowley,” he called down the hillside.

Crowley stopped and looked over his shoulder, Aziraphale could hear the smile in his voice even though he could not see it. “See you tomorrow, angel.” He said, then replaced his glasses and began the walk back to Jerusalem.

Aziraphale was sitting on the boulder watching the flock at rest when a blinding light appeared a few meters in front of him. He shielded his eyes from the radiance as a glowing figure emerged, arms lifted upwards in exultation.

“I say unto you,” boomed a voice from the light. “Today in the town of David a Savior has been born; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find the baby wrapped in a linen blanket in room seven of the Starlit Stays Lodge.”

Aziraphale bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. When he was quite sure he had mastered his face he responded as neutrally as possible. “Hello, Gabriel.”

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Thanks to @goodomensafterdark for the support! Merry Christmas!

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adventures-in-mangaland · 7 days

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I'm going with 10 All Time Classics from the Captain America (MCU) fandom. I mean, they're all classics to me, at least. In no particular order:

1. This, You Protect by owlet

First installment in the Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail series, which are all amazing. It's a “Bucky escaping Hydra and rebuilding his sense of self” fic, which he does while spying on Steve. With eventual Avengers Family and a lovely cast of OCs bonding with Bucky in the meantime. It has a very distinctive perspective and writing style; Bucky's in constant internal (and sometimes accidentally external) dialogue with himself, making it hilarious and tragic all at the same time. I love it. I've recently been getting into The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells and this Bucky has a similar sassy-but-vulnerable vibe? Read this if you like that, anyway.

2. The One Who Knows by Dira Sudis (dsudis)

This is a Political Animals AU, in that no-powers Steve is inserted into the Political Animals world and Bucky is TJ. Discusses being outed and depression but is ultimately hopeful. The author is one of my all time faves and has written lots of great stories for this and many other fandoms.

3. Blue Scales by chaya

Steve is a merman AU. He's still Captain America, though. It's crack with heart, I love it.

Best line: "May your scales and your love story be our weird secret forever.”

4. Our Lingering Frost by eyres

AU where Bucky is rescued from Hydra in the 50s (?) and so is around for Steve to be found.

5. Assets Out of Containment by follow_the_sun

It's a classic to *me*, OK? Bucky goes undercover at Jurassic World just as that movie's plot kicks off. They're Hydra dinosaurs! It's just great. Also has a podfic and crossovers with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

6. Not Easily Conquered (series) by dropdeaddream and WhatAreFears

Some of the greatest fanfiction I've ever read, the whole series is epic. Anyway, it's a "Steve doesn't go into the ice" AU with added queer angst when (never sent) love letters from Bucky resurface. I particularly like the second installment in the series The Thirteen Letters, which are just Bucky's letters and are insanely well-written.

7. to memory now I can't recall by Etharei

Time travel AU! Featuring post-CATWS Bucky accidentally switching places with CATFA era Bucky.

8. If Wishing Made It So by Leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

Genie!Bucky AU! This author is great at writing AUs with fantasy/genre elements, it was hard to choose. They've also written an excellent werewolf!Steve AU and a horse!Steve AU that I really love.

9. Into That Good Night by Nonymos

An Interstellar AU! Very angsty and tragic but with an eventual happy ending.

10. Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square by Speranza

Speranza must be one of the best writers in the fandom, so it was hard to pick just one of their fics. Other strong contenders were All the Angels and the Saints and The Fifties, so check those out too! But this one has a special place in my heart. Steve, Tony and Natasha accidentally time travel to WW2 London, leading to an accidental run-in with CATFA-era Bucky. The author does tragic and romantic time travel tropes so well, but with a happy ending.

I now realise that most of these are AUs, so here’s a bonus rec for a non-AU in-universe story that’s severely underrated and deserves more love:

Heart, Have No Pity on this House of Bone by Sena

This story follows Bucky in-action in the Pacific Theatre. It’s very well written and, from what I can tell, well researched. Steve only appears in Bucky’s imagination and the story focuses on the horrors of war rather than romance, but it’s gripping! And it explores unrequited love, being closeted and period-typical homophobia, which I also enjoyed. I’m still holding out hope for a sequel.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barry Allen/Caitlin Snow Characters: Barry Allen, Caitlin Snow Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Christmas Holiday Stuff, Fluff Summary:

sometimes the best things are imperfect.

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#snowbarry holidays #snowbarry #snowallen #barry allen x caitlin snow #barry x caitlin #fanwork: fic #creator: shyesplease #snowbarry holidays 2022

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ponderingmoonlight · 2 months

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Reader going from being Gojo's lover to being his worst enemy part l

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader; Geto x fem!reder (18+)

Word Count: 2,6k

Synopsis: You were always the perfect girlfriend for Satoru Gojo: innocent, quiet and weak. Until something inside you snapped. Until you decided you don't want to be weak anymore. Until you realized that Satoru Gojo isn't your lover, but your enemy...

Warnings: big ass tw for anyone who isn't into dark reader, smut in Geto's part (you will be warned in the fic), reader going absolutely crazy, cheating, language, violence, Gojo is a bit of a jerk in this, couldn't bring myself to proofread so excuse spelling mistakes

Notes: I know you guys wanted this in one part but honestly, I've been so depressed these last weeks that I simply wasn't able to write that much. I thought one part is better than nothing though and I hope I'll be able to post part ll within the next days 🤍 If you don't mind, let me know what you think, your support means so much!

“(y/n), are you alright?”

“There’s absolutely no reason to go this hard on her, jerk.”

You stare into the blue sky above, hating yourself for the way your eyes start to sting in tears, for how weak you are. No, not again. Don’t cry in front of all of them because of something so minor. But no, this isn’t something minor.

He beat you again.

“If you want to get better than rank 4, you have to try harder, babe”, your boyfriend jeers at you.

How many times did he say that already? You lost count a long time ago. It’s a miracle that you’re still alive, given the fact that Gojo Satoru seems to lose his patience with you more and more.

No wonder. After all, you are his girlfriend. How is it even possible for the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of this time to have a girl of rank 4? You’ve been stuck with your poor abilities since joining jujutsu high, only able to sneak into training because your parents are friends of the Gojo clan.

It shouldn’t surprise you. Your life has always been like this: useless and puny. No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you train, you’ll never be as good as Satoru, Suguru and Shoko. You are nothing more than their shadow, doomed to watch them from the side-lines.

“Hey, are you alright, (y/n)? That looked pretty rough”, Suguru interferes gently while helping you to get up on your wobbly legs.

“You can at least say sorry, y’know? There was absolutely no reason to beat her this hard when she’s already down”, Shoko barks towards your boyfriend.

“Oh don’t worry babe, there isn’t enough space for two legends in this relationship anyway”, Satoru jokes while wrapping his arm around your clearly bruised shoulder tightly.

Even though all you want to do is cry and hide, you force a smile onto your lips. Yes, this is what you always do. Staying by his side, looking pretty and innocent while smiling kindly. Maybe this is your purpose in life, maybe this is everything you could ask for. Many girls are getting blue over the fact that Satoru is your boyfriend. You aren’t in the position to ask for more power, for the strength to stand up for yourself. So many people would kill for a life like yours.

You should be thankful.

Right?

…Right?

-the mission-

“I’m here to save you again, (y/n)! Hey, are you cryin’?”

You hate the way hot tears stream down your face, body too weak to fight against the debris that buried you.

“If I was crying, would you console me? I’d definitely like that”, you hear Mei Mei purr from the other side

“Oh you wouldn’t cry Mei. You’re strong.”

“Hey, how dare you to talk about (y/n) like that!?”, Utahime cries out.

Your mind goes blank, body sinking into the dirt.

“Oh, you wouldn’t cry Mei. You’re strong.”

Those words. Those oh so cruel words repeat themselves over and over in your mind. He surely didn’t mean it like that, didn’t wanted to hurt you. After all, Satoru just wants to look out for you, he’s always there to help you out. His words shouldn’t hit you with full force, you shouldn’t feel this burning inside your chest, your hands shouldn’t start trembling.

You let out the shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding, eyes staring into distance. But they do and force a stinging feeling up from deep within along with one single thought.

You have enough.

Enough of smiling kindly all the time. Enough of letting others push you around and pick on you. Enough of even Satoru making fun of you. Enough of being nothing but his innocent girlfriend to the world. Enough of all the fighting, all the hiding.

For the first time in forever, you don’t force a smile onto your lips but furrow your eyebrows instead. You are…more than that.

“Don’t listen to that guy…”, you hear Utahime mumble next to you while she frees your body.

As if in trance, you follow her back up, the new feeling you just discovered tickling underneath your skin.

“She knows I didn’t mean it like that. Right baby?”

But instead of hearing the usual low “yes” coming from your lips immediately, you just stand there and stare at him before turning on your heels and leaving.

Satoru’s eyes widen. You. Leaving him standing in the rain?

“Did you hear me say something to you, babe?”, he shouts after you.

You don’t even hear him anymore, blood rushing through your ears. No more excuses, no more playing the victim, the lover. Your hands are still clenched into tight fist while you leave without turning your head.

That’s enough.

“I’m…more than that”, you mumble to yourself while staring at your naked reflection in the bathroom mirror.

You just need to work even harder, train yourself even better, change your mindset. No, you aren’t only Satoru Gojo’s girlfriend. You are powerful as well, you can feel it tickling in your fingertips.

So you worked your ass off in silence. Trained when nobody was watching, read countless books, started to introduce you to yourself.

“Beat you again!”, Satoru announces proudly while you let him throw your body into the air.

But something inside you stops you from letting all that progress show on the surface. You force the usual small smile onto your lips, let your boyfriend treat you like the dirt underneath his shoes. Over and over, without anybody noticing that something has changed.

No, you aren’t the little (y/n) they all know anymore. You are so much better than that, so much stronger than what they see in you.

Your fingers dig into the sides of the sink until it bursts under your lilac touch. Fuck this whole jujutsu high, fuck the way they all smile down at you. Fuck the way Satoru sees you as nothing but his personal toy. A maniac grin creeps up your face, violent laughter shaking your body in the middle of the night while you stare into your own stone-cold eyes.

This ends right here and now. And you will show them when the time is right.

-next week-

Will surprise Suguru this evening for his birthday. Try not to get killed while I’m gone. Love ya <3

You huff to yourself, the arrogance dripping from your boyfriend’s text message almost unleash your powers in the middle of your dorm.

No, you need to get a hold of yourself at least a little longer. After all, a few more hours won’t hurt over the fact that you went through this for over 4 years by now.

But today, you will make Satoru Gojo pay for the countless times he made fun of you. Today, you will wipe that cheeky grin off his face. Oh, how much you long for the moment when reality hits him with full force, when he finds out what your capable of.

How will he react when he finds out that you, a grade 4 sorcerer, are able to use hollow purple before he does? How will he react when he finds out his girlfriend fucked his best friend before disappearing into thin air and becoming his worst enemy? You worked on this plan for so long, replayed it over and over in your head. But now it’s time. Today, you will make the whole jujutsu world pay for all the things they did to you.

With a satisfied grin, you pull the exquisite pair of stockings you just bought for this exact moment up your legs, looking at yourself in the mirror. Oh, those black dessous definitely suit you well. Perfect for seducing the best friend of your boyfriend.

You put a simple dress on and get going. Well, is it necessary to fuck with Suguru? Absolutely not. You could just disappear right here and now and continue your plan. But where would be the fun of it? Just the thought of seeing that look of horror on Satoru’s eyes when he realizes you aren’t the girl he knows anymore, him not only losing his girlfriend, but his best friend as well. He deserves a little pain for all the things he said to you, for the countless times he made you feel worthless.

Exactly 30 minutes left until Satoru will arrive at Suguru’s doorstep as well. 30 minutes to seduce your boyfriend’s best friend, 30 minutes that will change your life forever. Are you ready to let go of the sweet and innocent girl you were, the easy life you had in the eyes of others as Satoru’s girlfriend without any power?

“Hell yes”, you mumble to yourself, heart almost beating out of your chest while you knock against his door.

Geto was always a true sweetheart, the one who always stood up for you even against Satoru. His oh so charming smile, his inviting hands, his character made of pure gold. He really doesn’t deserve what comes next.

But power demands sacrifice and pain. Maybe he’ll understand.

As soon as he opens the door, you crumble in front of him and cry. Crocodile tears stream down your face in rivers, shaky hands covering your face.

“(y/n), what’s wrong? Did someone hurt you? Come on, get in!”

His hand is placed on your back and pushes you softy into the middle of the room. Instead of saying another word, he simply wraps his inviting arms around you.

“Satoru…”, you mumble.

You can clearly see the way his jaw tenses. It’s nothing new to Suguru to see you cry because of his best friend. Geto told him over and over to treat you better, to not be so rough, to look after you in a caring way. And even though he always admired how well you kept your composure, moments like this one happened once in a while.

Nothing noticeable, right?

You burry your head against his chest, arms wrapped around his neck. Oh, you never noticed how tight his muscles are, how trained he is underneath that wide uniform.

Time to take it off.

“I can’t take it anymore, Suguru”, you cry it.

Well, at least this isn’t a lie. Before he’s able to stop you, you press your lips against his. Suguru feels so different, tastes sweeter than Satoru with a hint of mint. Your hands cramp around his neck, force him to stay in place while he looks at you with his eyes widen.

“(y/n)…Please stop”, he breathes out.

Stopping? Why does he press his body against yours, then? Why do his lips start to move against yours in sync, his eyes slowly but surely fluttering shut? Suguru always held a special place for you in his heart.

And you’ll use this spark of weakness against him.

“I can’t”, you mutter against his lips while pushing him towards his bed.

He grabs your hips when you force him to sit down on his bed, dark eyes gazing up at you like in trance.

“We can’t…(y/n), this is wrong in so many ways, Satoru is my best friend-“

“I am your friend too”, you interrupt him, hand gliding up and down his chest.

“I heard it when you said that Satoru doesn’t deserve me.”

He lets out his breath, whole body tensed up like stone underneath your merciless touch. You let yourself glide onto his lap, let yourself fall onto his already rock-hard erection. No, there’s absolutely no doubt in the fact that Suguru wants you.

And that your plan will work.

“I always wanted you more. You were always so good to me, Suguru. Now let me be good to you”, you hush oh so innocent.

His eyes roll into his skull, a pained expression painted on his face while he fights for what seems like dear life underneath your merciless touch. Your words do things to him he’d never dare to speak out. Damn, Satoru is his best friend, you’ve been his girlfriend for over 4 years and right now, you’re sitting on his lap. Right now, he can’t help but imagine you underneath him while groaning his name into his ear with your sweet voice.

“Fuck”, he hisses through gritted teeth, arms pushing you harder against his pants.

Your hips start to move on their own, sensitive spot rubbing over and over against him until your wetness covers his clothes delicately, a low groan escaping his lips before he can stop himself.

Enough of that. Without thinking twice, you unzip his pants and push them down his muscular legs, heat radiating through your whole body. This is absolutely hot, so exciting that you almost come from the sheer thought of fucking Suguru. But what excites you even more is that Satoru might walk through this door every given minute in order to surprise his best friend…

“Suguru”, you moan into the thick air as soon as his fingertips brush over your clit.

“(y/n)”, he growls against your ear, head hidden against your neck.

“(y/n)…”

Your heart skips a beat, fingers digging deeper into Suguru’s skin. Yes, this is it. The moment you’ve been waiting for, the moment you’ve begged for. As if in slow motion, you turn your head around.

There he stands, bright blue orbs widen in horror while he stares at you and Suguru.

“Didn’t expect you here”, you lie, a satisfied grin plastered on your face.

Elegantly, you get up from Suguru’s lap and put your panties up.

“(y/n)…you….you fucked my best friend”, the white-haired boy breathes out.

“I need to make an announcement.”

His numb eyes dart towards you. You, the girl he loved for over four years. You, the cute and innocent (y/n) he was always proud of, the girlfriend literally any guy could ask for. You…you aren’t capable of something like that. You can’t even stand up for yourself and now…Now you’re fucking his best friend?

“See this as my first act of revenge for all those years you pushed me around like the dirt underneath your shoes, Gojo.”

The way you spit his last name at him almost sweeps him off his feet.

“What the hell are you talking about? I was always good to you and you…you just fucked my best friend”, he shouts, the numb undertone in his eyes changing into pure rage.

“Good to me? You treated me like a hamster, like your weak little pet. But let me tell you, I’m not that weak girl you taught me to be anymore.”

Roughly, you grab his wrist, light the whole room purple.

“(y/n)…”, you hear Suguru breathe out behind you.

“This can’t be true.”

Satoru’s free hand yanks towards your body, aims for control all over again. It has always been like this. Gojo, who thinks the world belongs exclusively to him. Gojo, who thinks he can treat you like a price. Gojo, who thinks you can’t live without him.

“Don’t you dare to touch me ever again”, you purr at him, escaping his grasp with ease while pushing him so hard that he stumbles backwards.

“You aren’t my boyfriend anymore. From now on, you are my enemy. And I’ll never let you forget about that, Gojo Satoru.”

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cheese-doorstop48 · 2 months

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Doodles based on a fic I'm rereading!

(Midoriya Sensei by AgarJelly on ao3!)

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garfunklefield · 2 months

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Lipgloss and Cherries

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Fem!reader/Yuji Itadori Warnings: Yuji has a lipgloss kink/fetish, tongue kissing, creampie, whiney reader, YUJI IS AGED UP OKAY OKAY!!! Word count: 1958 words DESC: Yuji doesn't want to ruin your makeup and you confront him about it

I'm writing a Sukuna one shot but it's taking FOREVERRRRRRRRR (check my pinned masterlist for more :3)

You knew Yuji was fond of lipgloss, but you didn’t know to what extent. You didn’t notice his eyes staring at your pouted lip as you applied a pink gloss, or how aroused it made him. There was really no reason for this to be the thing that turned him on as much as it did and he quite frankly hated it. You always worked so hard on your makeup and he didn’t want to ruin it.

So he set a rule for himself, if you had lipgloss or even some amount of makeup he wouldn’t touch you like that. At first, it seemed like a surefire way to ensure you didn’t waste product and your hard work didn’t go down the drain. But it couldn’t stop the throbbing in his pants every time you pulled out that sparkly and shimmery gloss that clung to your lips, seemingly making them fuller.

“Yuji…” you began, pressing your lips together to make sure the spread of the product was even, “Do you like this one? I just got it at the store today.” It was some butter gloss that was way too pigmented for you, but you thought since your boyfriend's favorite color on you was pink you’d buy it.

When you applied it you noticed he had stopped staring at you. The curiosity and intensity that was once there months prior had vanished. You thought it was cute how obvious it was that he wanted to kiss you with lip gloss on. And he did for a bit. But now it was different. He wouldn’t kiss you or even look your way when you applied the thing you thought he liked.

Did you do something wrong? Did he secretly hate this shade of bubblegum pink? These thoughts began to seep their way into your brain. You were sure he liked you, I mean you had a healthy sex life. But he only ever initiated now after you took off your makeup. Even when you wanted it smudged and ruined around his cock he wouldn’t budge until you were bare-faced. Did he suddenly find you unattractive in a full beat? If you were honest with yourself you did your makeup to make yourself feel nice, sure, but also to impress Yuji.

And now all that hard work was going to waste if he didn’t appreciate it.

Yuji glanced over at you from his spot on your bed and nodded, “It’s cute, I guess,” then he returned back to watching his show on the TV, discreetly placing a pillow on his bulge.

Something had to be wrong. Was he really that unattracted to you in your makeup? You frowned and sat down beside him on the bed, placing the tube of makeup on your nightstand, “Am I ugly?”

He paused and slowly turned to stare at you, “…What.”

“Yuji, am I ugly?” You crossed your arms and tilted your head to the side, letting a bit of hair sweep across your forehead. You had cornered him now and he had to tell you the truth because he knew what you’d do if he lied to you.

“No! You’re gorgeous!” Yuji instantly replied, dropping the TV remote and placing his hand on your forehead to push the hair out of the way. “Why’d you say that?” He then inquired, with a feeling he knew exactly where this was headed.

Your eyes flitted to the pillow on his lap then to his face, “For like a month now whenever I wear makeup you won’t kiss me- or fuck me,” you blurted out the last part, biting your bottom lip afterward.

He couldn’t help but stare at the way your lip jutted out and how glossy it was. He wanted to feel that product against his own lips and down the shaft of his cock, so bad. He wanted you to be all messy for him, but it wouldn’t be fair to you or your hard work. He had to stay strong!

“I… fuck you,” Yuji turned his head to the side, attempting to ignore the swollen feeling deep in the tip of his cock. He hated it when you got like this because it turned him on so much. God he just wanted to hear you whine and whimper around his cock as he face fucked you.

“Not with makeup on! Am I doing a bad job at it? I thought you liked me with lip gloss on…” you trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. Maybe this was useless. He wasn’t going to admit something he didn’t mean and if he was avoiding the question like that… maybe you just didn’t look good in makeup.

“I do!” Your boyfriend sputtered out, quickly turning off the TV and turning on his side. He reached forward and grabbed one of your hands, against your protests, and forced you to look into his puppy dog-like eyes, “I’m just… it’s embarrassing.”

“Em…barrassing?” You repeated slowly.

He sighed and looked down, breaking your intense eye contact. The whole thing was embarrassing! How could just applying a product make him harder than belief?? “When you put on makeup and when you put on lipgloss… it makes me really, really, hard. And I didn’t wanna mess it up… but I really wanna mess it up,” he rambled on, avoiding eye contact as he did so.

The more you heard him speak the more you couldn’t help yourself to smile. He just wanted to make sure you didn’t mess up your makeup? That was all? So he didn’t even think you were ugly, it was the complete opposite. God if you had known… but god now that you do know.

You pressed your lips together to repress a smile but it was clear that wasn’t happening. Instead of speaking to break your boyfriend's incoherent ramblings, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto his mouth. Yuji stiffened and then something … changed. One of his hands snaked around your waist and the other clamped down onto your head, grabbing a tuft of hair and pulling you close.

His mouth opened and took yours, molding them together in a sloppy kiss. He had never been this desperate before, clinging onto you as if his life depended on it. Yuji kissed you deeply and passionately, holding you in place so you couldn’t escape. The hand on your waist didn’t wander, although you found yourself desperately wishing it would. You wanted him to palm the wetness of your panties and dip his fingers into your cunt, before forcing you down on his length.

Within a second you found him removing the hand from your hair to grab onto the other side of your waist, moving you with ease to his lap. The pillow was gone and replaced with a raging boner underneath you. He seated you atop him and continued to kiss your glossed mouth. God, you felt so good. The way your supple lips glided across his own made him almost cream in his pants.

“Yuji…” you groaned, attempting to pull yourself away from him to speak. But he couldn’t let you go that easily. Instead, he placed a few shallow kisses on your lips, interrupting you every time you tried to speak. You finally managed to press both hands against his shoulders, forcing some gap of space between you two to utter those fateful words, “Put it in.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Your pants weren’t that special anyway, as he forced them off of your legs and threw them to the side. Before Yuji went and removed your underwear hastily he stopped and slid a hand down your front. God, you hated when he switched from desperate to teasing just to fuck with you.

“F..fuck. You’re really wet,” he murmured, gliding two gentle fingers up and down the front of your clothed pussy. You groaned and let your head fall back, just waiting for him to pound into you relentlessly.

“Please… you’re being mean,” you whined, grabbing his hand and pressing his fingers harder against your throbbing clit, “F-fuck… mm- please.”

A small and lopsided smile took hold of your boyfriend's lips and he did as you asked, lifting you up to help you remove your underwear. It was a matter of time before you two shimmied his pants and underwear off as well, leaving his cock free and leaking just for your pussy.

You leaned your head forward and pressed a kiss down onto his jaw, trailing downwards to his neck, “F-fuck me… please,” you groaned against his skin, letting your tongue massage an area you had chosen to bite down on.

Yuji lifted you by your large hips and positioned the tip of his cock at your slit, slowly sliding you down. Typically, he’d give you a moment to adjust but he just couldn’t resist. He slammed you down, then lifted you up, then slammed you down again. All in rhythmic bliss to achieve your high. You let out a breathy gasp as his tip kissed your G-spot, moving deeper and deeper into spots you couldn’t even reach yourself.

God, his cock was perfect. The way it curved through your walls and rubbed against you just made your knees weak. And the way he didn’t even let you breathe, slamming your hips down against his with ease.

“G-god… f..mm you’re.. T-tight,” Yuji breathed out, moving his head forward to lock your lips again in a slobbery kiss. You slid your tongue across his bottom lip and in response you felt his mouth open wider, practically begging you for more of your taste. You forced your tongue into his mouth and felt his follow suit into yours. They danced around, his wet tongue turning you on more than you’d realistically expect.

The forbidden feeling began to form deep in your cunt, spreading through your thighs and then up your stomach. You were going to cum and you couldn’t wait. “Y-Yuji,” was all you needed to whine before he knew exactly what was going to happen.

He nodded and pulled his lips from yours, to press his face deep against the crook of your neck. From the way he forced you up and down on his length, you could sense he was close too. Just the thought of his cum spilling into you was enough to send you over the edge, with your hands clenching circles around his shoulders. Your nails dug deep into his skin in a way that made your boyfriend gasp. And you felt yourself clench around his cock, cumming. You felt the pleasure wash over from your pussy straight over your body in a way it never had before, with your eyes fluttering closed and a guttural moan escaping your lips.

Then a few seconds of plapping passed before you heard him whimper and tense. His arms switched from forcing you up and down on his cock to wrapping around your torso, holding you tightly to his chest. He instead thrust upwards into your cunt to ride his high, barely paying you any mind as he fucked you senseless. Thick spurts of cum filled you before you could realize he had been cumming into you. Oh fuck it you can take a plan B later, right? You gasped as he continued to shoot load after load inside your cunt, using you as his personal fuck toy.

“Mmm, babe,” Yuji whispered hoarsely, now leaning his head back against your headboard. His eyes were slowly unfocusing as he continued to speak, staring up at the ceiling, “Can you go on birth control?”

“W… Why?” You slowly blinked a few times to look at your boyfriend.

“I want to fill you up from now on.”

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