#ashtoreth x reader

[waywardsummoner46]

hello :) how you doin? hope you are in good condition

may i ask what's in you wip list if you don't mind?? literally your fics so good that i reread it when I don't have any other fic to read 😭😭😭 but if you don't wanna tell us what you working on, that's totally fine

i hope you have a good day!

You have no idea how I've dreamed that someone would someday say that to me. I am honoured to be one of the authors that you reread, that puts a smile on my face that hurts my cheeks so thank you! There is absolutely no problem and I will find my wips now. Do you mind me asking what fics you reread? i'm genuinely curious to know.

These are my wips:

Eternity, Dark!Morpheus x reader

Evader of the Endless, Dark!Endless x reader

Our Beautiful Girl Part Two, Dark!BAU x reader, it's coming guys, bear with me

Immundus, Patricia (Split) x reader

Verðandi, Loki x reader, honestly may never post unless people ask

Spiteful Words, Crowley/Nanny Ashtoreth x reader

Óskilamunir, Dark!Loki x reader, Norse Mythology accurate which I am very proud of

Audience With the King, again a Dark!Loki x reader

Two Untitled Tenth Doctor fics which discuss TimeLords and hypnosis

Obumbratio, The Darkling x reader

And maybe, just maybe, a His Voice series or... a part two of Secrets of the Chamber

Soooooooo, it's a long list. I'll get there eventually. Thank you so much for the ask nonny! Let me know what fics you reread in another ask if you want, it's entirely up to you!

[lsd-astronaut]

Hello!! I hope you don’t mind me asking but could you do a fluffy Crowley x Demon!reader x Aziraphale fic (or headcanons)??

Maybe something like what it’s like all being in a relationship together?

(Also if it’s not too much to ask can the reader use a cane to walk around? Maybe because of something relating to when they fell and became a demon? If not that’s okay!!!)

First of all, I love you and I could kiss you in the mouth right now. I’VE BEEN SAYING FOR AGES THAT CROWLEY WOULD HAVE CHRONIC PAIN BC OF THE FUCKING FALL. I refuse to believe for one moment that you can fall all the way from Heaven, land on the ground and be all “hey guys i’m fine!”

Aziraphale x Demon!Reader x Crowley

Please like and reblog<3

Warnings: chronic pain, but nothing else, this is just good old fluff

• You were an archangel along with Crowley, with the same obligations in making the cosmos✨ so you both met Aziraphale at the same time

• When Azi told you both that the project was destined to close in a few thousand years, you were the one that proposed to fill a complain to God (and crowley seconded you)

• Cue a war and a Fall later, Crowley and you are in Hell, but in different departments so you don’t see each other much

• In fact, you didn’t see Azi and Crowley for the first time since the Fall until the crucifixion of Jesus

• You stood beside them in silent reverence to this poor soul lost for all of humanity

• “What sort of mother would wish this fate upon her own kin?” Crowley and Azi turned to you with confused expressions (although Crowley gained a lot of respect for that comment hehe)

• After some idle conversation, and Crowley convincing Aziraphale not to just smite you right there and then, you three decide to traverse the world

• Centuries pass, and Crowley and you stay around humans (you love their way of living, and he likes children so everyone wins)

• You like to read everything you can get your hands on, to Crowley’s chagrin

• “Now I have two bookworms. What have I done to deserve this?”

• It’s circa the year 1000, in the new continent that these curious people called Vikings have discovered, when Crowley and you decide to experiment a human thing that you had wanted to try for a long time

• Your first kiss is messy, and there are more teeth than anything else; besides Crowley insists it feels slimey

• However, she can’t help but to accept he got a bit aroused by it

• Practice makes better, as they say, and so you do

• Although you spend the most time with Crowley, your relationship with Aziraphale also evolves throughout the years

• The “we have a mutual but I still don’t like you” to “maybe I do care about you” pipeline, if you want

• You take him to all kind of food places and bookstores, and he warms up to you a lot

• Introducing him to classical music was your proudest moment, and also the pettiest as Crowley had crossed you a bit beforehand

• The first time you kiss Aziraphale (or rather, he does), is one time you both were a bit tipsy during a masquerade ball in Paris in the 18th century

• He is a bit unexperienced but he gets the hang out of it really quick

• The three of you “confess” to each other in 1941, after the magic show fiasco

• Crowley looks nonchalant but you can see behind his eyes, he was worried sick he would be separated from both of you

• You make sure to give him extra cuddles that night

• Fast forward to 2008 and you work in Warlock’s house along with Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis, you being Warlock’s governess (like this is the fucking 1800s or smth lmao)

• It is at this time that the two of them notice you limping a bit every day after all chores have been done

• You insist that it is nothing and that you are perfectly capable of walking

• However, Ashtoreth happens to see you during one of your bad flares

• She immediately helps you to sit down on the bed, and looks at you expecting an explanation

• Her no-nonsense glare deters you from making up an excuse so you tell her the whole truth

• When you had fallen, you hadn’t landed correctly and had broken your legs on impact

• Miracles hadn’t done the full job and so you had been forced to endure the pain of the bones repairing themselves not quite right

• You had learned to mask the pain after centuries of practice but some days were just worse than others

• The next day, Ashtoreth gifts you a cane adorned with a snake head with little wings

• You proudly use it every day forward

• After the Second Coming, the three of you go to live in South Downs, finally able to be yourselves together

• There is still so much stuff to learn about everything, but you’re immortal and you are not alone, so why the hurry?

• As the sun sets on the horizon, you lean your head on Aziraphale’s shoulder as he reads one of Jane Austen’s books, and Crowley’s head is on your lap, already snoring softly

• You will be okay

I just wanted to say, I’m sorry if this is not what you asked for exactly as it is my first time writing for these two and I haven’t written either in two years so I feel I’m very rusty. I forgot ab the chronic pain until almost at the end, and I talk more about the history of you relationship than the actual relationship in itself lmao

Still, I hope you like it!

[fuckyeahnannyashtoreth]

I meant punching!! Auto correct!! I'm nb too. Actually only I'm anon is I don't use tumblr anymore but I had ideas after you said about this on discord. So hi, it's forest. So not for promoting homophobes. I'm for nanny ash punching or punishing them. But then nanny ash giving support and comfort to the ones the homophobes were assholes to. Soft tough nanny ash

aaah okay. damn you auto correct. and hey forest 👋

she would so totally flip between protecting you and punishing them. 

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“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Ashtoreth was suddenly between you and the man harassing you.

“I-”

“That was rhetorical. I think perhaps vermin like you should crawl back to the sewer which you came out of,” She spat, and then turned around, her face softening. “Are you okay, dear?”

You nod, not wanting to talk. She reached out and stroked your cheek.

“I’m going to escort you back to your room, alright? He’s not going to talk to you again,” Her voice was so gentle. “Isn’t that right!?”

She flipped as soon as she turned back to the man. There almost seemed to be a yellow glow crawling out from behind her sunglasses.

The man opened his mouth to speak, and you could have sworn you heard a snake hissing? He nodded jerkily and scurried away down the stairs.

“Right,” She turned back to you. “You’re alright now, dear. A little shaken up, perhaps? I’ll stay with you as long as you need. You don’t deserve to be spoken to like that. Some people just can’t stand others who are unapologetically themselves, they just can’t bare others being happy. But we’ll show them, won’t we sweetheart?”

[acedesigns]

Can I request headcanons for Ashtoreth finding her s/o crying?

Ashtoreth would be torn between either comforting you or ripping apart whatever upset you.

She'll decide to comfort you unless you're in danger at that moment.

She'll hold you close to her and rocking you back and forth.

She'll whisper sweet things into your ear, like how you're too good for whatever has upswt you.

Her left hand will run through your hair while your right hand will rub circles on your back and shoulder.

She'll hum you lullabies until you calm down...they're not all evil lullabies.

Once you have calmed down she'll listen to you when you tell her whatever has upset you. She'll make notes in the back of her head on how to destroy whatever has upset you.

She'll ask if you want advise or if you just want her to listen.

If you want advise, she'll give the best that she can. Usually, it's pretty good. She has,an excellent understanding on how humans work and she has been aroumd for a little more than 6000 years.

[asphodelsandpomegranates]

The Peculiar Affair of the Nanny & the Gardener (Aziraphale x Crowley & Reader)

(A/N) Artwork does not belong to me I couldn’t find a gif of both of them as Brother Francis and Nanny Ashtoreth. I found this on Pinterest, if anyone has a link to the artist please let me know and I’ll put in a source.  

You had been working as a maid for the Dowlings for a short while. Apparently, they had a son who at the time had been only four. You had found young Warlock to be a sweet boy, a little naïve, but sweet.

About a year later, you heard from Thaddeus Dowling's chauffeur that the boy was to have a new nanny, and also that a gardener was to be hired. It had been a huge and double surprise that the nanny was...nothing like you'd expected. You had expected someone who was very much like a teacher, not a gothic looking Mary Poppins. Nanny Ashtoreth looked strict but really laid back. She had odd teachings, let's get that right. You'd overheard strange topics, in the library one day, such as Armageddon, torture and misery. At the time you'd shrugged it off, thinking nothing of it but then you heard the chatter again and thought maybe it was best to speak with Warlock's mother about it.

You didn't.

When you saw the gardener, you couldn't help but be astounded by the look. He looked like something out of a Jane Eyre novel or that he had somehow time travelled from the 1800's or early 1900's. Unlike Nanny Ashtoreth, the gardener, Brother Francis, was absolutely charming. So polite. He got along with Warlock very well as you'd seen them talking out in the gardens like he was a mentor. In the staff house, he was always found chatting with the other staff members at the home. One member of the staff that Francis seemed to get along with, surprisingly, was Nanny Ashtoreth.

There were a few moments where you had spotted them together in a corner of the room, talking in hushed tones. Several times you were sure that they were quite intimate. Almost as if in the short time they'd been working in the Dowling Household, they'd become an item. You found it sweet. One time, you spotted from an upstairs window the two of them conversing once again as they and Warlock sat outside. Then out of nowhere Francis pulled out a bunch of flowers and handed them to the nanny. She had taken them with pink cheeks, sniffing them. After a minute or three of them looking at one another in pure admiration, Francis excused himself and got back to work. Later on, the bouquet was found on a mantle piece, wilted and dry.

Seven months after Brother Francis and Nanny Ashtoreth's employment, you had agreed to go on an errand for the cook. You had just arrived on the premisis and on your way to the kitchens. You had just closed the door from the back when you heard voices.

“...so, do you think we have a chance in getting away with this?” asked a voice.

“I sure hope so, angel.” answered a second voice. “A little while longer and one more report to them and we'll be laughing.”

“Good. And that means we can sweep this whole thing under the rug. No more 'End of the World' stuff and we can get back to doing what we were doing before.”

You felt goosebumps crawl along your skin. Did one of them call the other 'angel'? And what the fuck did they mean by the end of the world?

You shuffled a little further to the voices and peered round the corner. Your eyes widened in recognition as you saw Brother Francis and Nanny Ashtoreth standing close together by the stairs that led to the upper floor.

Who were these people?

The second voice, Nanny Ashtoreth, chuckled. “Don't you mean 'get back to whom were were doing?”

Brother Francis, owner of the first voice, blushed darkly. “I don't know what you mean.”

“Sure you don't, angel. By the way you were screaming my name the other night, I'd say you do know.”

“C-Crowley...not now, dear.”

Your heart leapt at this. The sudden thought of the two of them lying naked in a lush bed, sweat gleaming on their skin, red rose cheeks and panting from a post orgasmic...

You shook your head free of those thoughts. Now was not the time to be thinking of your fellow colleagues in a such a fashion!

If these two men weren't a nanny or a gardener, just who were they?

“Crowley, please.” said 'Brother Francis'. “Anyone could walk in at any moment.”

Looking round again, you saw that – Crowley? – had backed 'Brother Francis against the wall and was staring at the white blonde male like a lavish meal.

“Everyone else is busy.” said Nanny Ashtoreth – or Crowley – his voice lowering to a slight growl. Or was it a hiss? “Just you and me.”

Your eyes widened, almost like saucers, as Crowley leaned in and planted a hard kiss against 'Brother Francis's' lips.

Holy shit!

'Brother Francis moaned against the 'nanny's' lips his hands gripping on to the other coat like a life line. The 'nanny' broke the kiss and started to trail kisses along 'Francis's' jawline to his throat.

“I want you so much, angel. I want you to take me.”

You had to slap a hand to your mouth to stop the squeal that tried to escape. Oh, my god, this was too much!

“I want you take me exactly like you took me in the wheat fields.”

“Crowley...”

“Aziraphale?”

“Please.”

“Nanny Ashtoreth?”

The moment was broken as a voice rang out from the hallway. The two lowers jumped apart and began to straighten their rumpled clothes.

“Nanny Ashtoreth, are you here?” It was Mrs Dowling and the sound of distant footsteps were growing closer and closer. You had to get out of here without being spotted. But how?

“Go.” 'Brother Francis' said.

“I'll head out the back door.”

Shit, you were at the back door! Reaching out, you opened the door as though you were stepping inside and shut it closed again. You walked forwards and almost bumped into the gardener.

“Oh, (Y/N). I am sorry, dear girl. Didn't see you there.”

“Oh, it's all right.” you replied a smile. You were hoping to God that the blush on your cheeks were gone. The blush on 'Brother Francis's' had not. “Well, I better go to the kitchens. Otherwise cook with have tantrum. 

“Very well, miss. I'll see you at dinner.”

Oh, this was going to be a little bit awkward.

“Yes. Right. I'll see you soon, Brother Francis.”

“Ta-ra, Miss (Y/N).”

You both departed, you to the kitchens and 'Brother Francis to the gardens.

What was it the nanny had called him? 

Aziraphale?

(A/N): anyone wants me to do a part two, let me know and I'll get started. Hope you enjoyed!! 

[good-omens-prompts]

Whenever Crowley is presenting female, she always gives herself a flat chest. In order to help ease her dysphoria.

[nanny-ashtoreth-imagines]

Nanny Ashtoreth comforts you during a thunderstorm.

[waywardsummoner46]

Character List~

Finally! It is here. Hopefully this helps you all with any confusion or just in general.

What I’ll write: 

Polyamorous relationships (character x reader x character)

Plain old character x reader

sibling!character or parent!character x reader

Absolutely any AU at all, I’ll list a few ideas down the list

Any version of a character (yandere, dark, etc.)

Literally anything I guess, if it bothers me I’ll let you know!

For certain characters the requests will be strictly platonic however I’m still willing to write dark stuff for them too.

There’s also definitely some I’ve missed so if you don’t see a character or fandom you’re interested in, don’t be afraid to ask!

I’ll put a star next to the characters I’m most interested in writing just in case your struggling to choose!

So here’s the list itself (it’s a bit messy I’m afraid oops):

Supernatural

·        Dean Winchester (most versions of) *

·        Sam Winchester (most versions of) *

·        Castiel (most versions of) *

·        Gabriel *

·        Charlie Bradbury

·        Jack Kline (platonic)

·        Bobby Singer (platonic)

·        Rowena Macleod

·        Crowley

Grishaverse

·        Kaz Brekker

·        Inej Ghafa

·        Nina Zenik

·        Matthias Helvar

·        Jesper Fahey

·        Wylan van Eck

·        Aleksander Morozova *

·        Nikolai Lantsov *

·        Alina Starkov

·        Zoya Nazyalenski

·        Genya Safin

MCU

·        Peter Parker (all versions) *

·        Loki *

·        Doctor Strange *

·        Natasha Romanoff

·        Yelena Belova

·        Steve Rogers

·        Druig * 

·        Milo/Lucien

X-Men

·        Charles Xavier

·        Peter Maximoff

·        Jean Grey

·        Logan

Guardians of the Galaxy

·        Gamora

·        Nebula

Defenders

·        Matt Murdock

·        Jessica Jones

·        Kilgrave

·        Billy Russo*

Sherlock

·        Benedict Cumberbatch *

·        Henry Cavill

DC~

·        Joker (Barry Keoghan or Heath Ledger)

·        The Riddler (Paul Dano)

·        Superman

·        Poison Ivy

·        Harley Quinn

·        Dick Grayson (any version of) *

·        Jason Todd (any version of)

·        Tim Drake

·        Damian Wayne (platonic unless aged-up)

·        Wonder Woman

·       John Constantine (Keanu Reeves)

·       Anarky

Gotham

·      Jerome Valeska

·      Jeremiah Valeska *

·      Edward Nygma

The Witcher

·        Geralt of Rivia

·        Jaskier

Dune

·        Paul Atreides *

·        Channi

Twilight~

·        Jasper Hale - Major Whitlock (the fan concept of a different, more dominant personality for him interests me a lot so...) *

·        Alice Cullen

·        Aro

Doctor Who

·        Ten

·        Eleven

The Boys

·        Soldier Boy

Divergent

·        Tobias Eaton

·        Tris Prior

Harry Potter

·        Tom Riddle *

·        Marauders Era!Remus Lupin *

·        Marauders Era!Sirius Black

·        Newt Scamander

Scream

·         Billy Loomis

·         Stu Macher

The Maze Runner

·         Thomas

·         Newt - Crank!Newt

Once Upon A Time

·         Peter Pan *

Star Wars

·         Kylo Ren

·         Anakin Skywalker

·         Luke Skywalker

·         Leia Organa

Star Trek

·         Khan Noonien Singh

Throne of Glass (please for the love of god request for this!!!! If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend it!)

·        Rowan Whitethorn *

·        Aelin Galathynius *

·        Aedion Ashryver

·       Dorian Havilliard (with or without collar) *

·       Manon Blackbeak *

·       Ansel of Briarcliff

·       Asterin Blackbeak

·       Elide Lochan

·       Lorcan Salvaterre

·       Fenrys Moonbeam

·       Lysandra

·       Nesryn Faliq

·       Sam Cortland

The Cruel Prince

·       Cardan Greenbriar *

·        Jude Duarte

Percy Jackson and Related

·        Piper McLean

·        Hazel Levesque

·        Nico di Angelo

·        Leo Valdez *

The Mortal Instruments

·       Jace Herondale

American Horror Story

·       James Patrick March *

·       Tate Langdon

·       Kai Anderson

Teen Wolf

·       Stiles Stilinski - Nogitsune *

Caraval

·       Legend *

·       Jacks, The Prince of Hearts *

·       Donatella Dragna

·       Scarlett Dragna

Walker

·       Cordell Walker

My Bloody Valentine

·       Tom Hanniger

Cry Wolf 2005

·       Tommy Jordan

Peaky Blinders

·       Tommy Shelby

Gilmore Girls

·        Dean Forester

Good Omens

·        Crowley (Nanny Ashtoreth)*

·        Aziraphale*

Little Women

·       Theodore “Laurie” Laurence

The Matrix

·       Neo *

·       Trinity

Brooklyn Nine Nine

·       Rosa Diaz

·       Jake Peralta

·       Gina Linetti

Kingdom of the Wicked

·       Emilia di Carlo

·       Wrath

·       Lust

A Court of Thorns and Roses (still reading, will add more characters as I go on)

·    Rhysand

·    Feyre

·    Lucien

·    Nesta

·    Mor

·    Azriel

·    Cassian

·    Amren

House of the Dragon

·    Daemon Targaryen

·    Rhaenyra Targaryen

[foxymoxynoona]

Ashtoreth

Ok, I had told Tae_ree on ao3 that I was inspired by her story Cam Girl back in the day to barf out a little cam girl story of my own, which I then immediately abandoned. I looked and I wrote this on July 20, 2020. It's not a full story arc or anything, just a little snippet I abandoned BUT I had forgotten that actually this was a stepping stone to writing Amended and Meadow, as you'll see from some themes I repurposed. I thought I'd share even though this isn't really a complete story because I think it can be interesting to see how inspiration and ideas morph over time into something completely different.

Content warnings for this: nsfw, 18+ , cam girl, voyeurism, masturbation, I don't actually know anything about cam girls and I didn't bother to learn since this was just a little writing exercise, so there ya go...

Tattoo Artist!JK x Camgirl!Reader

He didn’t watch much. Well, he watched plenty of porn, but Jungkook didn’t follow live camgirls because seeing the show live made him feel… awkward. Nervous. It felt so intimate, to have a girl talking live to the camera, to be able to type in the chat and have her notice your comment. It made it feel too much like a living, breathing person --not that he didn’t think women in porn were real! But… it was an image he was watching. Something a woman had cultivated, edited, decided to share. A live camgirl was performing in a different way and…

Well, he just felt guiltier watching camgirls. So he didn’t watch them much. Maybe he’d tune in if there was one on, and then he’d feel too ashamed of his own… earnestness. Live cam girls were a level of intimacy that… that was cruel. That he wanted. Camgirls reminded him too clearly of what he didn’t have in real life, and that made him feel ashamed and pathetic and broken. And so he’d leave almost as soon as he started watching and go find some safe, static porn.

But there was one. Ashtoreth. He couldn’t resist her. He was pathetic, weak for this woman, and wound up making an account --which he never did-- just so he could subscribe and get alerts whenever she scheduled a show. Even just the act of getting an alert made him stiffen, made the blood start to trickle south, because he knew what was coming.

He didn’t know what Ashtoreth’s face looked like. And she often wore colored wigs, so whatever he did see wasn't identifiable She had a pretty average body, neither the fit nor voluptuous extremes that tended to dominate the suggested videos. She had a somewhat soft belly and hips and thighs. She had those stripes on the inside of her thighs, too. And a beautiful tattoo along her hip that he desperately wanted to see in closer detail. Her tits weren’t huge, but soft and squeezable and real. Sometimes she presented herself bare to the camera, other times tidy, and sometimes fully grown out. She said she felt like it was a matter of principle to create videos with natural hair growth, even if she preferred to be better kept because she often got horny and juicy throughout the day and it was easier for her to keep clean. That had fucked Jungkook up for a little while. It didn’t help that she had the prettiest pussy he had ever seen, beautifully shaped and colored, and even just tuning in to see how much he’d be able to see was worth the effort. And he liked the idea that she had principles like that.

In fact, he liked all the things she talked about. She was very personable, in a way that was horribly endearing. She played video games, which had actually been what struck him first; that was how he’d found her, because he’d seen that a camgirl was playing Overwatch with a vibrating egg in, and so he’d tuned in, and she was good, and it meant the next time he’d played, it had made him too hard to concentrate, remembering the way she’d whined and moaned and cum just after she’d won her match. Fucking dream girl.

She took suggestions of things to do from high donors, within reason. He wasn’t the only one that liked when she got sort of passionate and fixated on something interesting she’d learned and wanted to share. She spoke several languages and alternated between them --English and Spanish. She claimed to speak more Korean, but never spoke that on her cams, and Jungkook was far too shy to ask her to. It would do him in, but it was also his fucking dream. Did she really speak Korean? It seemed so unusual for a foreigner.

So he liked the things she spoke about too, he liked when she shared her interests, even though it made him feel guiltier because he knew he was looking for the wrong sorts of connections in porn. A cam girl was just performing. It was possible everything she talked about was fake. She was trying to earn money, after all. It funded the toys she bought, the pretty lingerie. People funded those things, all the men and women who tuned in to watch her tease herself into a whining mess and then cum all over the sheets. She’d taught herself to squirt on camera, even giggling at how unreliable it was. She’d just started doing some anal and admitted it made her nervous. She was just so sweet and sexy at the same time, and it all fed into this horrible, horrible fixation Jungkook had that she was his dream girl, even though he knew it wasn’t true and it wasn’t real.

And then at the end of a live, she’d curled up on her side, flushed, panting a little, hand lazily stroking her hip, and said in Korean, “By the way, I thought I’d mention here because my stats say I have a lot of viewers from Asia, but I’m looking for a tattoo artist and it’s hard to find. So if anyone knows a good one in Korea, let me know!”

Jungkook came on his hand. He hunched forward, spluttering and frozen. It had ruined his good orgasm, the shock --he always had good orgasms when he jerked himself off to watching her. He particularly loved after she came, the way she lay there and giggled sort of breathily and talked about the random things that came to mind. But he had not expected her to speak Korean for the first time. And he had not expected her to ask for tattoo artist recommendations.

He froze. He stared at the screen, grunting a little as his cock twitched. Should he-- no. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. That would be stupid. And weird. And creepy. But like… what the fuck? Did she actually live in Korea?? Her profile didn’t give a location, but he’d always assumed the States since she spoke English primarily. Did… what… and she needed a tattoo artist…

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck,” he grumbled, grabbing a tissue and wiping his hand off. He couldn’t say anything. He shouldn’t.

But if he didn’t, her other followers would, right? Why was she asking for recs? She was setting herself up for harassment! She couldn’t just ask people who watched her pleasure herself for IRL recommendations!

Frantic with a need to protect her, it was perhaps the only thing that could have led him to message her.

GKtat97: hello. Are you sure it’s a good idea to ask for suggestions here? You could get bad guys answering

Ashtoreth: hello. Are you saying you’re a bad guy? ;)

GKtat97: no! I’m very serious! Be safe! But if you need a place my friend does really good tattoos in seoul. I don’t know where you are looking but I didn’t know you were in Korea

Ashtoreth: oh really? Yes I have moved a few times but I’m currently in Korea. Does your friend work in a parlor somewhere?

GKtat97: yes. Byeolbit Tattoo downtown. Whole studio of great artists

Ashtoreth: awesome, thank you! Have you had work done there?

GKtat97: yeah

Ashtoreth: cool I will definitely take a look. Thank you for the recommendation! What’s your friend’s name?

GKtat97: anyone there is good but my friend is jjk. If you ask for him, he’ll hook you up

Ashtoreth: excellent, I’ll check out his portfolio on their website. Thanks babe :*

Fuck fuck fuck, what was he doing? If anything, he should have suggested her to one of his friends there. Because what if she actually did follow up? What if she made an appointment and came in for a tattoo by him and he got to touch her… fuck, that was entirely unprofessional. He couldn’t do it. Maybe if she knew he was the one watching her, then he wouldn’t feel so morally conflicted, but there was no way he could tell this woman to her face oh yeah, that was me messaging you, I watch you finger yourself to get off. Fuck.

Well. It was highly unlikely she’d be following up, anyway. He comforted himself with that. Probably a dozen guys were messaging her now, trying to get her business so they could tattoo her body.

Ugh. She’d called him babe. He groaned and felt his cock twitch in pleasure just at that reality. She’d called him babe, this faceless woman with the beautiful voice and body. Fuck.

**

As far as he could tell, no one unusual had reached out to the tattoo parlor, though it was hard to really guess what that would mean. He’d idly flipped through the appointment calendar but of course it wasn’t like she’d make an appointment under Ashtoreth. No one had requested him out of the ordinary. And she’d done a couple more lives in the past couple weeks, so he figured that meant she’d decided to go with someone else. Which hurt a bit, sure, but he was trying to be an adult about it. After all, it was for the best.

And then during lunch, Mina popped her head back and asked, “Hey, there’s a woman who came by to see if you can do a consult…”

“Is she in the schedule?” Jungkook asked.

Mina made a face but admitted, “No… but that’s my fault. I’ve been trying to get something scheduled for her for a couple weeks now and forgot to write it down-- I’m sorry!”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and teased, “Mina, it’s the whole point of your job to write it down…”

“I know. I feel so bad. I’ll buy your lunch tomorrow. Can you meet with her now?”

“Fine.”

He shoved one final bite of food into his mouth, then went to wash his hands and rinse his mouth out so he wouldn’t risk sauce or broccoli in his teeth for a consult. He was still hungry but maybe if this went quickly he’d have time to scarf down the rest of it.

He stepped out to the front area where a woman sat in one of the chairs, looking a little uncomfortable actually. He thought it must be her first tattoo and that she was nervous; he got a lot of young women in for their first tattoo, a little butterfly or hummingbird on their ankle or wrist. She stood when he approached and gave him a rather dubious smile.

“Are you Jeon Jungkook?” she asked. In Korean, which was unusual but not unheard of for a foreigner. A young woman had probably come here to teach or something and learned the language, but she had a good grasp of it.

“Yes. Hello.”

“I’m Y/N,” she answered, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you. Sorry about the mix up--”

“It’s my fault!” Mina sighed dramatically.

“I’m sorry I’m interrupting your lunch. Should I come back another day?”

“No, it’s fine. What are you looking for?”

“Well, I um, I need one covered up and I was hoping to get something custom to cover it. I saw your portfolio and it looks like you’ve done that kind of thing before.”

He nodded, “Yeah, it’s not a problem. Do you have ideas?”

“Yeah… but I’m also kind of open… I’m not an artist, so…”

“Can you show me what you’re wanting covered up?”

“Uh, yeah…”

“We can step back here,” Jungkook offered when she seemed a little shy. She followed him back to one of the pods and leaned her hip against the table as if for strength, then lifted her shirt to show him a man’s name scrawled across her ribs.

“Is it ok if I examine it?” he asked her. She nodded and he sat on a stool to lean in close and look. It was not well done; if it was the man’s copied signature, he had an ugly hand, but the tattoos itself was also uneven, too shallow in some places, too deep in others. However the scratchy and loopiness of it would be pretty easy to design a pattern over.

“I can see by your face it’s ugly. I know. It was… complicated,” she admitted. “I keep it covered with make up usually but I want it gone.”

“That’s easy to cover,” he assured her. “What do you want over it?”

“Well, I thought-- I have this tattoo,” she told him, lifting the other side of her shirt to expose the flower design crawling out of the waistband of her pants over her hip.

Jungkook froze. She was talking but he didn’t hear anything she said because he knew that tattoo. This was Ashtoreth. He looked up at her face, frozen with shock. This was Ashtoreth’s face. How had he not recognized her voice? But she was speaking Korean and he’d only heard her speak it that once and he hadn’t expected this

“Will that work?” she asked.

“Sorry… could you repeat?” Fuck.

“If it can match this?” she asked him. “Except adding in some violets.”

“Oh. Yes. That’s not a problem,” he assured her. “Um, how big are you thinking?”

She motioned with her hands, then asked, “Am I going to die? I know rib tattoos are supposed to be pretty bad… But I’ve had a baby and I got this thing so I’m not a total baby…”

“You have a kid?” he repeated, then immediately cursed himself. Why did that matter? But it was a real thing about her and it was not what he’d expected.

“Um, yeah. Do you have kids?”

“No,” he said simply. And then because apparently he couldn’t stop himself, he pointed, “I guess he wasn’t a very good father, huh?”

She gave him a small laugh and a crooked grin that made his heart actually flutter and agreed, “No, he wasn’t. But I did get something good out of it, so that’s what I want to cover his name with.”

“Flowers?”

“Violets. My daughter with him is called Violet.”

“Ah. That’s… sweet.” He looked away from her, sliding over to the counter to get his camera. “Can I take a picture? I’ll draw a design and you can leave your email with Mina. Once we get that, we’ll make an appointment.”

“Ok. Yes.” She turned to the side and held her shirt steady for him to take a picture of the names, a couple so he’d be able to recreate it flat.

“Mind if I get one of that too, so I can remember it?”

“Do you want the whole thing?”

“No, just the top is fine, if this has all the style elements you want.” So turned and posed for him to get this second one, and he tried to ignore that he was sweating a little to now have personal photos of Ashtoreth. This wasn’t ok. It wasn’t ok. It was unethical. It was ok for him to tattoo her if she knew he knew, but otherwise it was unethical, right?

But he didn’t tell her. Because he was stupid and struck a little dumb by her. He couldn’t comprehend that he was seeing her in person right now, that he was seeing the tattoo up close that had factored into how many of his solo sessions now? And this other tattoo, that never showed in her videos! He knew something now none of her other viewers did.

She thanked him for his time and he promised to get her a sketch within a week and then she left. The whole exchange had been so… normal, compared to how he might have envisioned it.

She hadn’t been anything like he’d expected, but maybe that wasn’t fair. He tuned into her next live after debating it, but he couldn’t bring himself to miss it. He wanted to see if he could see traces of her bad tattoo, but she did a good job of hiding it.

Anyway, why should he be surprised that she had been polite and sweet and a little shy? Because he didn’t expert a camgirl to be those things in real life? But that came through in her cams and it was one of the things that had even initially drawn him to her channel.

It was different now though. She slid her fingers down her panties and he knew what her face looked like. She pressed her fingers into her wet hole and he knew she’d had a child. He knew her real hair color and her real eye color and the sound of her voice in person. Soon he would spend hours hunched over her body, etching something permanent into her skin that would hopefully please her, that all her viewers would see on her. How would she unveil it? Would she give him credit? She’d already been very excited about the design he’d emailed her.

[yn-dere]

La sorcière • Y!K.TH

Synopsis: The goddess Ashtoreth seemed to have found her worshipper.

Ship/s: Photographer!Taehyung x Antagonist/seductress!Reader

Warning/s: Angst, Yandere/Dark themes, Manipulation, Mentions of killing, Bored and mean reader.

(Note: this takes place in the late 19th century)

'It is not the quality of the desired object that gives us pleasure, but rather the energy of our appetites'

~ Charles Baudelaire, The end of Don Juan

A dejected summer, that's what it was. The suffocating air that leaves you sweltering in your corset but I am anything but, naked on my cold feet with a cigar between those gentil fingers, sluggishly looking out from my apartment window into the florid affluent streets which were once quite and reserved. The sounds of playful squabbling, the occasional delightful squeals of children, the ecstatic laughter of women did nothing to soothe that covetous feeling throbbing at the pit of my stomach. Nor did the family of stars splattered all across the dark night sky with the dazzling moon nowhere to be seen. They seemed to be mocking me with every sparkle, impersonating my woe by disappearing this second only to come back and laugh at my face. Oh well. It hurts my chest as I exhale out the smog; I forgot that I even took a drag. Not even smoke can replace that void in my lungs now.

This moment is slightly pleasant though, accompanied by the crisp breeze that blows in through the drapes, strong enough to make my locks flutter and trigger my cigar to litter on the window railing (that I'm not bothering to clean anytime soon) but not enough to take the glum away with it. The only thing that found me pleasant enough to return. And... the troubled men that found home in my cosy and welcoming bed. Neither of them were guaranteed.

Thinking about men, I glance back into the dark room to spot the man I chose for the night. Blissfully sound asleep between my covers, with a small but radiant smile adorning his regal face. He really emulated the beautiful night sky, the baby constellation spreading across his portrait in the form of les grains de beauté. The way the light reflected off of his unblemished face puts la lune to shame, almost looking as if it is it's own light source. His beauty truly was bewitching and I would've felt envious of it if I didn't know any better.

If I didn't own an enormous dressing mirror in the corner which kept reflecting the street lights back onto my eyes; it was adorned with pink crystals, fresh roses and myrtles, white feathers and burnt out incense that left behind a soft but strong scent. It truly looked like an altar for venus herself, towering over me to have me take a look at the highly sexual, supremely confident, alluring female that offers endless pleasure and a bit of... danger. At least, that's what people men see. And I agree with it. I know the expression does sound like something that would come out of Narcissus' mouth as he stares into his reflection but can you really blame me?

It's the huge impact left on me by years and years of society misjudging me as just another pretty face in the crowd. No matter how hard I worked on something, it would always be de-emphasized. All the blood, sweat and tears only to be wasted because individuals couldn't see the nimble brain past the pleasant portrait. I wanted to stand out, and I did at times but.. not in the way I wanted to. But soon enough, I began to convince myself that maybe this isn't so bad at all, and wearily...

... I accepted it.

I accepted my place in the stupid community as one of those women, a blood sucking succubus is just how they saw me to be exact. Mind you, I've never stood sturdy in any of my subjects until I slowly started to abuse my power and it made me feel competent and sure enough I felt powerful enough to destroy families, to get someone to chase me so feverishly that they lose control but I guess I was never that valuable to keep nor was I important enough for someone to actually care about me. The only difference between your pompous narrator here and a poor mistress is that I don't have a fickle of hope nor do I really care enough about a particular visitor to be left heartbroken.

It still kills me to feel impotent at the end of the day (or the start of the day, when they leave me with nothing). I feel like THE FOOL, a frail dog chasing a car....

....But as the lonely sun finally decides to set to rest and the family of stars gets more discernable with every shimmer against the dark and misty horizon; I, once again find myself repeating history as if my life's a record on the phonograph. But as one get sick of listening to the same song over and over again, there's a momentary pause... and then an appalling revelation; it's seems as though you've been singing the most important part of the song, the chorus, wrong.

And suddenly I can grasp it all..

.

.

.

You see, lust is what makes one take a glance at you. Temptation is what makes them throw caution in the air, when they know they shouldn't. But is it really enough to keep the attention on you? Is the beauty really enough for the sirens who beckon sailors to their destruction? If that was the case, wouldn't mermaids be able to do the same? Love is-

"...h-hey?"

That deep voice...

Then suddenly, lean icy fingers grabbed my arm and pulled me back into reality just when I started inching through the darkness in my mind.

Oh God. How did I not see him wake up? Especially with the mess he made in an effort to get up from the bed? One of the pillows accompanied with the sheets are on the floor... those velvet covers are really hard to wash. I will never forgive him for that.

But my irritation soon turned into embarrassment when I pondered over how crazy I must have looked, naked while just staring into my mirror with a cigar in hand. Or what was left of it, the soft ash on my fingers, my bare breasts and one of my thighs.

"Is everything a-alright?" He questioned. I looked down to his palm which was still holding my arm with a firm grip. He followed my gaze, his eyes widening slighting as he quickly let it go. "I m-mean, you were kind of dazed off or something. I thought..." he muttered after clearing his throat in a futile attempt at ceasing the stuttering. "Yeah.. I was just thinking about something" I replied as I looked up at his eyes and his orbs that were just suffering with nervousness and uncertainty were now swimming in curiosity. I couldn't help but let a giggle get past my lips. He hummed in response as his brows furrowed. "about.. this." I uttered, feigning a bashful look. His brows furrowed even further, creating small lines on his otherwise smooth forehead. "What do you mean by "this" ?" He seems to have forgotten his tense stance and the risqué side of me wanted to bring it back so I tried. "Our liaison, everything we did and...." if it weren't for the pin drop silence in the room, I would've never heard his breath hitching as he waited for me to continue. "Us." I finished with a whisper...

... After what seemed like an eternity of waiting for him to answer, my patience wore thin so I couldn't help but gently poke his chest. It surely did broke the trance he was in and the cute timid man was back. "Uh- I- uhm" he stuttered, looking at everything but my presence. I slowly started to feel the disappointment building up in the bottom of my stomach. Why do I when I didn't even expected anything else? If this is the only way it can go for me, why not have a little fun? I couldn't help but let out a smirk which I covered in a second, hoping he didn't see it. "I might be quite racy at times but I don't just do this with anyone. I thought I told you in the tavern that if you are to leave, leave already..." as soon as I finished bluffing the sadness in my voice, I casted my eyes downwards at his feet as I anticipated the same white lies but they never came. I awaited the "I will never leave you", "you're the best thing that ever happened" or my personal favorite one " I have a wife and kids that I love very dearly" but he didn't say anything. And just as I was about to look up, the smooth dark honey voice cut me off.

"And I thought I told you that I didn't want to follow you back home for whatever fleshly pleasures you had to offer.." the hint of disappointment was evident. This was a new one to add in the book, eh? "But because my precious cameras are all in vain without your figure and your lively soul.. like an empty canvas to an artist with no references or muse." My ears couldn't help but perk up as he continued, " Sure, they might not be too good at capturing the enigma that is you as the films only render in shades of grey which evidently fails to recognize the different shades of your blush and the undertones, but this is all that I have..."

It's his time to wait as I, for the first time, didn't know what to say. He opened his lips once again "I would be lying if I said I didn't gravely fell in love the second I took my first glance at you months ago. Love at first sight was never my thing but you cleared all my doubts about the idea". I wanted to mock him and tell him about how lust in first sight is a thing, not love but I rather chose to humor him. "That's what they all said..." I slowly look up at his face, looking at each and every feature carefully leaving out his mors than intense eyes. "Who are "they"?" He asked with a slight fury in his voice and the sharp edge of the words spoken almost gashed my already tainted soul. I wish I didn't faked the courage and take a glance into his orbs since I saw the immense anger and hatred through his narrowed eyes as he scrutinized my very existence. I withered uncomfortably under his glare, already regretting opening my mouth without thinking.

"You seriously didn't just compare me to those men, did you? After everything I've done? After I got rid of those hideous women that had nothing else to do but spread nasty rumours about you because the same husbands that couldn't get it up for them were lusting after you? Because they couldn't hold their husbands accountable so they were threatened by you?" He took a sharp but shaky breath before continuing, "Or after I got rid of those men who bonded over their heinous fantasies about violating you?..." I cover my mouth, I feel like throwing up. Not because I don't want to/can't believe it but because this is alot of information to take in in a few minutes. I heard him sigh and his voice suddenly changed from being gruff to soft in a second as he saw my terrified look, "you see these hands, sweetheart?" He said in a slightly coaxing voice as he laid his large hand on top of mine, "They were only used to clicking pictures of everything beautiful and developing them but now, they're stained with shed blood of anyone who dared to lay a finger on you.... You made me this way. You made me so empathetically challenged. You did this."

Me? Me...

I did this. I made him this way.

"How could you have been so blind?"

How could I have been so blind?

Maybe I didn't give myself enough credit.

And as he continued to stare into my frame with such adoration that it reminded me of what I was thinking about before he startled me by waking up...

As I was saying previously, lust is what makes one take a glance at you. Temptation is what makes them throw caution in the air, when they know they shouldn't but it's still not enough to keep the attention on you. Love is. It is the greatest weapon of all. It's the most exceptional power that you can have over someone. Making them do what they never thought they ever would do, act in ways they might've mocked previous to meeting you, taking up any space in their mind that was left for rationality and instead plaguing it with sweet obsession. Not even fear dares to compete with love when it comes to power. If anything, they go hand in hand. It truly turns a mermaid to a siren.

Wow. It's not the family of stars that I envied, who would want to look like some aliens just jizzed all over the sky? I was made to be la lune, who with all her blemishes littering her skin still stood unfazed as her admirers wrote poems about her beauty. It's not the homely women that I envied, I have always been quite sophisticated but I just wanted to belong somewhere.

I wanted power over someone or something.

And the thought of me making this man do the most vile acts of crime that humanity cannot even begin to visualize in their brains flared up the familiar feeling of ascendency and competency but this time? It was about to stay. Why? Because he is to stay.

I softly smiled at that thought and slowly held my small hands up to his face to caress his cheeks. The shyness got to him as he squeezed his eyes shut to relish in the contact without having to look at my amused face. I could feel him slowly shaking under finger tips, his face was warm unlike the rest of his body. The effect that my small gesture had on him is unlike anything I've ever seen or experienced. This isn't vulgar, this is sensual. And sure, what I feel might not be love but it has one thing in common with it. It's a drug. A high we're both on, and not even my cigar, my only companion for so long can compete with it.

Let's see how long this lasts before I drain all life out of him... or maybe, this is forever but I doubt. Then again, he- wait a minute... what's his name, again? This is going to suck. As I was saying, he does like to surprise me so let's hope for the best.

"Okay, let's just forget we met like this... hello, my name's y/n", I reached out for his hand to shake with a small smile on my face. He erupted into giggles as he took my hand, "Nice to meet you y/n, this is taehyung." Taehyung. Oh taehyung. And suddenly the cheerful atmosphere turned into something sinister as I pulled him in.

"Taehyung, I am like a raging flame.. don't be a moth and get too close or I might destroy you" I whispered in my raspy voice, the smirk that played in my rouge lips being incredibly devilish along with that red unnatural glint in my eye.

"I want to be destroyed."

[fanficsiwantreadagain]

Good fic OP, I'd read the hell out of continuation

Nanny Ash fic, disclaimer: I’ve written this instead of doing important uni work bc the thirst is strong. Also i’m not a native English speaker and this is my first ever fic so please be gentle with me. Also this should please be anonymous. I MIGHT make a part 2 later on bc this is far from over. I actually am sorry that you have to read this.

Rating M, includes: masturbation, oral sex, genderneutral reader perspective(i tried), snakes

Word count: 2,464

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[fuckyeahnannyashtoreth]

After a really bad day, I want nanny to take care of me. I want her to take me to her room and pamper me, give me a warm bubble bath, brush my hair, wrap me in fluffy towels. Just give me a nice girly kind of day, help me feel better about myself. I want her to let me lay in her bed while she lays beside me and praises me for every good thing about me. I want to hold her close as she smiles and kisses my forehead, holding me close, running her hands through my hair as I fall asleep in her arms

we are on the exact same wavelength. please feed me all of your soft ashtoreth headcannons and imagines. my lack of affection and praise lives and dies for this. i want all of this.

[asphodelsandpomegranates]

The Peculiar Affair of the Nanny and the Gardener part. 2 (Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley)

(A/N: Art work is not mine belongs to some else. Please send me a link to the artist so I can give proper credit. Secondly, people requested this and several wanted to be tagged so here you are 

@a-hoe-for-vanya​;    @oster-hagen​;   @askmisssashamagick;    @pixellated-sparks​;     @iwishiwastherogueofvoid​;     @jashmore13​;      @the-queer-dungeoneer​ 

also this is slightly NSFW only mildly. People that are under 18, please don’t read, to people that are 18 and over, enjoy.) 

(NSFW-ish)

Dinner had been awkward.

Very awkward indeed.

Usually, dinners were light and happy and a way of acting normal. The act of being formal to your employers went out of the window only to return the next day. Dinners in the staff house had consisted of you, the cook, the butler, the chauffeurs and Mr. Dowlings' bodyguards. Then 'Nanny Ashtoreth' and 'Brother Francis' stepped in to the household and the dinners became more lively, thanks to 'Brother Francis'. The dinner would be of him, telling stories, singing songs and making a joke of things. It even seemed to put a smile on 'Nanny Ashtoreth's' face – and then the smile would vanish as though the nanny had caught herself – or himself – doing it.

But as I said before, the day after when you saw the 'nanny' and the 'gardener' together, dinner was now weird as you and your other members of staff were sitting in the same room as two people who were frauds.

On the night you found out, you sat at the other end of the table near one of the bodyguards as cook dished out the beef stew for dinner and then 'Nanny Ashtoreth' walked in.

“Morning, ma'am.” the cook said.

“Indeed.” 'Nanny Ashtoreth spoke. No, not that. Crowley, wasn't it?

The 'nanny' sat down and waited as cook went round. Then there came the loud call of: “Evening, all!” as 'Brother Francis walked in, followed by a chorus of “Evening!” and other greetings. You, however, just stayed quiet but gave a polite smile and dug into your food.

You watched from your end of the table as the 'gardener' went and sat beside the 'nanny'. It was difficult to tell with the sunglasses 'she' wore, but the 'nanny' gave a small glance over to the gardener and a small smile appeared on 'her' face. The 'gardener' blushed but smiled back. Just knowing that something was going on between them and you were the only one that knew about the two's identity was a little unnerving. You felt like you had been intruding, but yet, you couldn't but feel a little thrill just imagining these two males in bed with one another. The images that plagued your mind as you thought of the two in very precocious positions. It was enough to set you on fire.

A few days after this happened, you were in the staff house, readying yourself to retire for the night and wanting to miss out on dinner. You'd had a rough day as Mrs. Dowling was becoming annoying by the second. Thankfully, you were dismissed for the rest of the evening.

As you headed up to your room, you heard a sound. You stepped in your tracks and listened intently. There came another sound like a gasping moan. Then there was muffled talking and the sound of kisses.

Your eyes widened as you realised who it must be. This was completely disrespecting someone's privacy but yet you couldn't help but be a little bit intrigued by what was transpiring.

Letting your common sense leave you, you moved a little closer to the door and peered around the door.

And your suspicions were proved correct.

On the bed was 'Nanny Ashtoreth' or Crowley and...what was the 'gardener's' actual name again?

“Ah...Aziraphale...” came a breath moan from the nanny.

“Crowley...” the gardener responded.

Crowley was underneath – Aziraphale? – and was arching his neck so that the man on top of him would continue his ministrations on it. The blonde man shifted on the bed, resting himself between Crowely's legs, hiding what was there. Whilst Crowley's hands ran along Aziraphale's pale skin, down his back and cupped at his bum cheeks.

“All in good time, my dear.” Aziraphale whispered to his lover.

“I want you now!” Crowley whined.

“Don't rush this, Crowley.” the blonde reassured the red head. “We've got all night to do this.”

“I'd have preferred to be out in the fields like last time.”

“I'm sure you would, you old serpent.” Aziraphale chuckled. “Right now. I want to slowly drink in every inch of you. After all, soon enough the world will be en—.”

“Don't say that.” said Crowley. His tone seemed...disdained. No, no. Haughty as though the topic in general made him sick to the stomach. “I'd rather the world didn't end. I don't want to spend a god damned eternity without you.” The red head's hands moved to cup the blonde's cheeks. “Right now, I want to spend the rest of these years with you. And only you.”

There was a silence. Tears pricked in your eyes at this small speech.

“Oh, Crowley. I always knew that you were a softy.”

“No, you're soft.” Crowley purred and he pulled the pale man down and planted a smacker on his lips. “Now, fuck me.”

The man on top complied and moved himself on the bed so that he was level with Crowley's crotch.

Oh, my...God! Should you be watching this?! Now, you were really stepping on egg shells. You could just step away, now and try and forget what just happened. But that was really difficult to do when such a gorgeous sight as this played out in front of you.

This time you saw Crowley more clearly. This shoulder length hair was askew, his cheeks flushed red and his eyes...where you seeing things or was the red-head's eyes yellow like cats...no, snake eyes.

They stared down at the blonde between his legs. From where you could see, Aziraphale was running his tongue along the red-head's thighs, making him whimper breathlessly.

“Angel.”

Aziraphale's response was to continue his little ministrations. His hands lifted Crowley's legs until they sat bent at the knee. He then leaned in and lapped at Crowley's entrance. The man on his back mewled, clawing at Aziraphale's white locks. You swore that you could hear the sounds of hissing in the room. Crowley's pupils dilated with lust as Aziraphale worked his tongue in circles.

“Angel...fuck. Don't make me beg.”

“Too late.”

Crowley groaned in frustration as Aziraphale's tongue worked his magic on him. A pale hand came between the blonde's legs and he stroked himself to match with his pace on Crowley.

Soon enough, Crowley came on his stomach and Aziraphale in his hand and a little on the sheets. The blonde, panting, crawled up his lover's body and kissed him hard on the lips.

“You look ravishing, darling.”

“Shut up and get inside me, already.” the red head panted.

“If you say so.”

“I do.” 

As you stepped further into the room to get a better view as the two males snuggled further into the duvet, your foot caught on something, causing you a small amount of pain making you cry out a little and the object fall with a clatter.

“Fuck!” you hissed.

“What the—? (Y/N)?”

You glanced up to see 'Crowley' staring at you wildly with hard, yellow eyes and 'Aziraphale' looking at you in shock. “I...I...sorry.”

And you scarpered from the room. 

[good-omens-prompts]

The Tenderness Of 'Darling'.

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Father Figure

Fandom: Good Omens Pairing: Crowley x Male!Reader X Aziraphale Summary: They’re trying their best Word Count: 1,507 Request: “Hello! I really loved “to your days off” and I thought that it’d be really cute if the reader & ineffable husbands raised a kid together!!💛👼🏼😈👱‍♂️” A/n: You have a baby boy called Wesley because I don’t think it’s common and also people say it’s better when writers fill in the blanks of naming added characters

Wesley is possibly the most amazing thing that was to ever grace you.

Wesley was your baby boy, three years old and the most adorable child, though you are biased. He came about in a time you didn’t expect it really, you were positively not in a relationship three years ago with a girl, but you were curious and you forgot to use protection.

The mother of the child did not want to get rid of the baby and you stepped up, as any decent human being, to be the father. Unfortunately, the mother died during childbirth and you were left to be a single father - not you minded.

It’s just, made life a little harder, your sister helped here and there but it was mostly you and little baby Wesley. Then you started dating a demon and an angel, you don’t know how it came about but six months into the relationship, you didn’t want to question the second most amazing thing that was to ever grace you.

You had no secrets other than your child, you were terrified in all honesty. You were doing an astounding job as a single father but you were afraid your significant others would judge you. You made time for your son, for your boyfriends and your job. 

You made it work.

They found out when the pair was walking in St James Park, Aziraphale wanting to feed the ducks until they see you, crouching down by the little boy and feeding the ducks with seeds.

“Hello love!” Aziraphale greets, you freeze before looking up at the two looming figures.

“Hello you two,” You greeted, standing up at full height and kissing them on the cheek.

“Why do you have a child next to you,” Crowley asked, eyeing up the child, his nanny instinct begging to come out before looking at the duck and sinking it.

“Daddy!” Your boy shouts as you turn your attention to Wesley, who was pointing, “Duck!”

“Yes, Wesley,” You chuckled, ruffling your boy’s hair and kneeling by him again, “Crowley, can you not sink the ducks?”

The duck emerges as your son starts tapping you viciously and pointing at the duck, you laugh at your son as your boyfriends just stare at you, with heart-shaped eyes. You lifted up your son in your arms and turned to face your boyfriends.

“Wesley, baby, meet my boyfriends,” The boy turns to look at the blonde and the red hair men in front of him as you pointed who was who, “Aziraphale and Crowley.”

“Hello, Wesley!” Aziraphale greets happily, shaking the boy’s hand, as Crowley just stares.

“More daddies?” Your son says to you as he squishes your face with his small hands, causing you to brighten and nod, “Yay! Crow-whee!”

Your son motions grabby arms at the demon and within an instant, Crowley melts and comes to cuddle your son, who happily cuddles the demon’s head.

“Careful, he likes to tug hair,” You warned as you hear the hissing of your demon whilst your son tugs the red hair, “No, no, Wes don’t do that, sweetie.”

“You look exhausted, honey,” Crowley points out to you as he passes your son to the angel, who starts tickling his stomach, Crowley throws an arm over your shoulders and pull you close to him, allowing you to lean your head upon his shoulder.

“Yeah, Wesley was sick for a few days and he’s finally recovered so I haven’t had much sleep,” You sighed, shutting your eyes briefly, “Sorry about springing this upon you, you don’t have to be more daddies for Wes-”

“Nonsense!” Aziraphale says, knitting his eyebrows towards you, still holding the child, “You are our love and we’re willing to help! You do need a rest, my dear.”

“Come on,” Crowley says, leading the way back to the bookshop, “I’ve been dying to be a nanny again, Wesley is perfect.”

“Please don’t teach him something ridiculous!”

“What do you take me?”

“A mild annoyance, a demon,” You say flatly but softly kissing the jaw of the demon, “You might have been the nanny for Warlock but Wes is-”

“Wesley is a spitting image of you and the only thing I would like to do is help raise him to be like his father,” Crowley interrupts as he opens the door of the bookshop, you soften as you smile gratefully at the demon.

Whilst you fell asleep on the sofa in the back room of the bookshop, the angel and demon kept your son entertained. Whilst you snooze soundly, Crowley’s Nanny Ashtoreth was ready to come out, your son was delighted.

“What do kids like to eat?” Crowley asked, not a demon who likes to eat and looks at his boyfriend.

“Healthy or not?” Aziraphale asked, thinking of an assortment of food, “Never mind, us two will go to the shops and let him pick out food for himself.”

The three headed out to the car, leaving you in the back knowing you’re out cold and probably won’t be awake for a few more hours. Crowley had to restrain himself from buying everything in the store for Wesley, who giggles every time he gets a glimpse of Crowley’s eyes.

“Sweets!” Wesley exclaims loudly in Crowley’s arms, “Sweets!”

“Uh, no dearie,” Aziraphale says softly, whilst he was buying food, he did not want to feed your child bad stuff.

“Sweets!”

“Wesley,” Crowley warns, this time using a stricter tone, “Daddy wouldn’t be happy if we fed you sweets.”

The boy pouted, his bottom lips quivering as he burst into tears whilst the two supernatural entities started to panic. Crowley passing the child into Aziraphale’s arms, trying to hush Wesley. Then, it got out of hand, Wesley started to hit Aziraphale and wailing, making other shoppers to look at them. 

“Take him to the car, Angel, I’ll deal with thisss,” Crowley involuntarily hisses causing the toddler to wail even louder.

The Angel moved quickly to the car, sitting the bleary eye kid on his lap, “Oh dear, what is it, Wesley? What do you want?” The Angel said so softly, that the kid looked at him with wide eyes.

“I want daddy!” The child cried, eyes tearing up once again and letting out a screech of a cry.

The angel grimaces as he started to bounce his leg, hoping the movement would cause the child to stop crying. When Crowley returns, disgruntle, looking at the child he sighs.

“Sing to him!” Crowley says, “All I have was that lullaby for Warlock and I don’t want to be on the bad side of (Y/n).”

“Just get the car moving!” Aziraphale says, holding the child closer to him and softly humming whilst the toddler kept wailing.

The two was starting to get a headache and that was impossible for the two, almost impossible, even Queen wasn’t able to calm the child down. Wesley kept crying as they enter the bookshop, Crowley now holding the child as Aziraphale was holding shopping bags.

“Sh, Wesley, you’ll wake up daddy...”

“‘m already awake,” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes, “Hey, baby.”

You swiftly take Wesley away from Crowley, who looked upset that he failed to keep you asleep as Aziraphale looked defeated. You wiped the tears away from your son’s cheeks, your son calming down upon seeing you.

“Alright bud,” You say, smiling brightly despite being tired, “Looks like you’re super tired, is that why you’ve been crying? Nap time?”

“Nap time!” Crowley exclaimed to Aziraphale as if the most obvious thing in the world, “Nap fu-”

“Crowley, children ears!” Aziraphale scowled as you sighed, humming ��Love of My Life’ to Wesley.

The child placed his head upon your shoulder, holding you tight as you sway through the bookshop, the two watches you, the natural parental instinct kicking in and Aziraphale softly smiling thinking how soft the scene is whilst Crowley was having a mini tantrum that he couldn’t figure out Nap time.

“Are you done? I have one child, not three,” You say with sass as you go put Wesley on the sofa in the backroom as Crowley snorted whilst Aziraphale gasped, offended, “And I say that with the goodness of my heart.”

“Rude,” Aziraphale bellows as you emerge from the back, shushing him as he reddens, “I’m sorry dear, we couldn’t help you that well.”

“It’s fine, it’s just one-time thing, you’ll get the hang of it,” You shrugged, yawning, “Well, taking care of a child instinct will come back to you, I did hear you help raised Warlock.”

“Well,” Crowley shrugged his shoulders, “I’m sure Wesley won’t be as bad as Warlock.”

You sneezed and groaned, “Oh, yeah, I might be on the bench for a while, looks like my kid’s given me his sickness.”

“Oh, I’ll get you tea!” Aziraphale claims, bustling through his shop as you looked at Crowley.

“Ready to be a dad?”

“Not really, Nanny yes, Daddy no,” You patted him on the shoulder, kissing his cheek, and smiling.

“No one really is ever ready to be a parent.”

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The Nanny (Crowley x Reader)

*REQUESTS ARE CLOSED*

Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings: None

 When you’d first heard about Crowley and Aziraphale’s idea to go undercover and help raise Warlock, you thought maybe it wouldn’t be that bad of an idea.

Crowley could do secret service, Aziraphale maybe working as the cook, you could be the nanny possibly, but when they explained who they were going undercover as, you nearly hacked up a lung from laughing so hard.

Aziraphale as the gardener, that wasn’t too hard to imagine, definitely not too far of a reach. You were going to be Warlock’s tutor, at least he was currently only five, just basic things needed to be learned. But Crowley as the nanny? The fucking nanny?

Now that was going to be a sight to behold. He may be your boyfriend of a few years, but out of all the things he’s done, he has definitely never dressed up as a woman to take care of the Antichrist.

“It’s not that funny,” Crowley said, trying to defend himself as you were trying to catch your breath from laughing on the couch.

You giggled, wiping a tear from your eye and took a few deep breaths, composing yourself, “It is love, it really is, you’re…you’re going to dress up as an old woman and be a nanny Crowley?” you asked.

The demon standing before you shrugged, looking away.

“You don’t even like kids,” you reasoned.

“It’s the Antichrist, couldn’t be too bad,” Crowley said nonchalantly.

You smiled and shook your head, standing up and walking over to Crowley, wrapping your arms around his waist. “You know, there’s probably better ways to do this,” you suggested.

“Already made up my mind,” Crowley spoke, still looking away from you, although his hands had moved to your waist.

“So stubborn,” you sighed, reaching up to tuck a bit of Crowley’s long hair behind his ear.

He turned to face you, smiling a bit, “It’s one of my specialties,” he said, making you laugh.

“Just be careful alright? I know you want to help stop Armageddon and all, but just…don’t be too obvious,” you told him.

Crowley leaned down, pecking your lips softly, “I’m always careful love, besides, nannying can’t be too dangerous” he told you.

“Surrreee,” you said sarcastically, pulling away from him and sitting back down on the couch.

The demon huffed but sat down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, you leaned into him. You just hoped this plan wasn’t as ridiculous as it sounded.

At least you didn’t have to dress up, being a plain old human and all.

*

A week later, you sat on Crowley’s bed, running your hand over the silk sheets absentmindedly while you waited for your boyfriend to emerge from the bathroom, he wanted to show you his nanny outfit.

“Promise you won’t laugh?!” Crowley called from the bathroom.

You giggled softly, “I’ll try my best!” you called back.

Looking up when the bathroom door open, your eyes widened and you immediately snorted, covering your mouth.

He looked…. hilarious. Crowley was wearing an all-black dress, save the little red ribbon around his neck. He looked like a gothic Mary Poppins. Even had the hat and the umbrella.

You didn’t speak, too afraid you would just burst into laughter.

“What do you think?” he asked, holding out his arms.

You shook your head as a loud laugh left your lips, you quickly buried you face in your hands, trying to hide your wide smile.

“Come on, it’s not that funny,” Crowley groaned.

You continued laughing as you got off the bed, circling your boyfriend and taking in the entirety of the outfit. “Y-You look great babe, but I am definitely not kissing you when you look like that,” you said.

“Why not?” Crowley asked, pouting.

“It would be like kissing my grandmother, speaking of, you need one more thing,” you said, hurrying into the bathroom and grabbing your makeup bag from counter.

“Sit down,” you instructed, and Crowley did as told, taking off his sunglasses as he sat down on the bed, looking up at you.

“Close your eyes,” you told him as you pulled out an eye shadow pallet.

Again, Crowley did as instructed and you got to work, brushing on some eye shadow on his eyes, adding mascara after blending the natural colored eye shadow.  

You next pulled your favorite lipstick color from the makeup bag, holding your boyfriend’s chin as you very carefully spread the light red color onto his lips.

“Alright, done,” you said, wiping off a tiny imperfection and recapping the lipstick, dropping it into the bag.

Crowley followed you into the bathroom to look at your work, he barked out a laugh when he saw himself.

“See, you look hilarious,” you told him.

“Thanks for your help sweetheart,” he told you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You shuddered and wiped off the lipstick smudge, “Alright, we better get going, don’t want to be late to little Warlock’s lesson,” you said, going back into the bedroom and gathering up the books and study supplies you’d bought, throwing them into the tote bag on the bed.

Hopefully this went well.

*

It did go rather well in fact, weeks later and everything was going fine, you still weren’t exactly used to Crowley being dressed as a woman, or, as he was known to the Dowling’s, Nanny Ashtoreth.

You were playing the part of “her” granddaughter, happily helping little Warlock with his ABC’s and 123’s. He really was a sweet kid, was this really the one that was supposed to bring on the end times?

One afternoon you were in the kitchen with Warlock making lunch, he was sitting at the table, quietly singing to himself as he colored.

You were cutting the crust off his peanut butter sandwich, and you looked up when you heard the sound of heels against linoleum. It was Crowley, or rather, your grandmother.

“Afternoon,” you said politely.

Warlock looked up from his picture, smiling widely, “Nanny!” he said happily, jumping off his seat and running to Crowley, wrapping his small arms around Crowley’s legs.

Crowley hugged back, “Good afternoon to you too dear,” he said in his sweet old lady voice.

You giggled at the sight, it was rather cute, although very weird at the same time. “Come on Warlock, lunch time,” you said as the little guy ran back over to the table.

After you set his sandwich down in front of him you leaned against the counter, Crowley moving to stand beside you.

“How much longer do we have to do this?” you whispered, watching Warlock as he ate.

“Maybe another week and we should be fine,” Crowley whispered back, reaching between the two of you to grab your hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“Warlock will miss you, he tells me about all the songs you sing for him at night and the stories you tell,” you said.

Crowley chuckled softly, “He’s a cute kid,” he said, shrugging a bit.

You smirked, “Going soft?” you asked, laughing a bit.

“Never,” Crowley shot back almost immediately.

Laughing, you rolled your eyes, patting his shoulder as you began walking away, “Whatever you say nanny,” you told him.

A/N: I loved this request so much, shout out to whoever sent it in! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you loved it. Also, thank you for all the love! Requests should be open again soon! Love you all! ~ Sara :)