#aziraphale's beautiful flesh

[cobragardens]

Oh I am just fully freaking out, I love SO MUCH about this, y'all KNOW how I FEEL about Aziraphale having star-shaped pupils

And she's wearing Crowley...like a boa...

Shhhhh, she's doing a temptation!

[omens-for-ophelia]

"To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough." - Walt Whitman, I Sing The Body Electric

nsft/uncensored version is on AO3 here!

I've been working on some life-drawing studies to try and improve anatomy, weight and movement in my art, and I liked how this one turned out - but let's all suppose that it's Crowley who has been taking life-drawing classes and of course, Aziraphale so very kindly agreed to model for him...

[klikandtuna]

2024 FIC ROUNDUP

Oooookay I barely know what I’m doing here but I’ll give it a shot. 😁

What fandoms do you write in?

It’s allllll Good Omens. After S2 broke my brain, I started sending tiny snippets of fic ideas to a couple of friends, which over the course of a few months really snowballed beyond any pretense of control. I’m gone, y’all. This is my life now.

How many words have you published in 2024?

WELL this number is about to jump with the posting of Find Every Sky next week, but at this moment I’m sitting at

✨758,377✨

Which is pretty cool! To be fair, a good chunk of that was written before I had joined AO3 (it took those couple of friends about six months to convince me to join up), so it wasn’t all written this year, though certainly most of it was.

What is your greatest achievement this year?

Aside from actually joining the fandom at all, this award definitely goes to the TWENTY-TWO CONSECUTIVE WEEKS, May-October, in which I posted TWO CHAPTERS PER WEEK without missing a single update. Find the Light and Sky Clear Blue were written back-to-back without any break inbetween, and while the schedule for SCB got a little dicey for a while, my beta-reader and I managed to keep that Tuesday/Friday ride going allllll the way to the end. Pretty proud of that.

What are your top three favorite fics you wrote this year?

This is so unfair because they’re all my babies 😭😭 I pour so much of myself into everything I write that I really hate choosing favorites, buuuuut I’ll try.

When You Go (101k Reverse Omens, complete but there’s a sequel coming, rated E)

My human AUs receive by far the most attention (and I’m not complaining!), but I want to give some love to my Reverse-Omens fic because I’m pretty darn proud of it. Each chapter bounces back and forth between an ongoing present-day storyline and anecdotes from their past, and it was my first attempt at switching tenses for effect (which I really got the hang of in Sky Clear Blue, haha). I feel like I really nailed the characterizations here, and it was a joy to a) flesh out the Starmaker as the Seraph Baraqiel and let him be his full glorious self, and b) experiment with what the Fall might do to someone as sweet as Aziraphale; while I did give him the demon name Azazel, I did NOT make him a goat demon because frankly that’s all wrong for him. I went a different direction and it’s FRIGGIN COOL, Y’ALL ☺️

Sky Clear Blue (289k human AU, complete, rated E)

Obviously 💛 Time travel, coming out, the beautiful transformative power of love. My biggest piece to date, started as a tiny seed and germinated into something really beautiful. Also at some point I started illustrating every chapter which was a real game-changer, and makes me feel a weird obligation to KEEP DOING THAT for all of my fics.

Naked and Afraid: Jingle Hell (24k human AU, complete, rated T but only for, like, mildly suggestive themes)

Okay my new favorite thing EVER is to take an extremely silly premise and make you FEEL THINGS 🥰 "Aziraphale and Crowley are participants on Naked and Afraid" is not a thing I would have expected to be received with joy and tears, but here we are, and I'm very very happy with how this one turned out.

What was your biggest Pit of Despair moment?

...That's awfully dramatic, but I guess when the SCB posting schedule was really catching up to me and writing was more of a HAVE TO thing instead of a just-for-fun thing. But that didn't last long, and it never got to the point where I wasn't enjoying myself. Writing is a real passion of mine and I'm having the time of my life with these fics.

What have you learned?

Honestly...I've learned that I can do this. I really can. I can take an idea, just the tiniest glimmer of silver in the aether, and follow it and draw it out and spin it into something magnificent. I can write things that make people Feel (including myself!). When I reach, the story is there, and I can trust that I'll find it as I go along.

I've also learned that a good beta-reader is worth their weight in gold, rubies, mithril, any incredibly valuable thing, and that it's okay to open myself up to criticism, and that accepting suggestions from someone smart and articulate and caring makes my writing soooo much better.

What fic did you want to do, but never made it off the ground?

The Naked and Afraid piece would have been my answer here, except I found a way to make it happen 😁 I have a bunch of half-formed, nebulous ideas floating around, but really I've just been going for the stories that I want to tell. I guess we could count the When You Go sequel here, haha. As soon as I've had some time to absorb and process Season 3, the sequel is ON

Did you beta any fics? Any faves you want to give shout out?

I kiiiiinda did one soft beta-type-thing just last week, but that was my very first time! I'm usually soooo busy with my own projects that I barely have time to read anything anyone else writes, much less offer thoughtful feedback. Maybe one day...

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

See just above — I don't have the tiiiiiiime. I did read For Loving One by @thescholarlystrumpet and it was gorgeous (she even embedded a piece of fan art I did in one of the chapters, which was very exciting for me), and I read Love, Uh, Finds a Way by @heretic1103 which was a delight, annnnnd oh! oh! I stumbled upon Lay Thee Sinner, 'Neath the Cross and Pole by @thenerdalert and have been enjoying the updates!

What ideas are percolating for next year?

Okay NOW I'm excited, because as I mentioned above, I've got a brand-spankin'-new BIG multichapter human AU on the waaaaay and the first chapter is going to drop on December 31! The title is In His Hand a Burning Coal and it has officially consumed my entire heart. Can't WAIT to start sharing this one. It's tapped into some deeeeep, lifelong reservoirs of love and nerdy passion for me, and I think that comes through in the writing.

ALSO, in late February we're going to do something REALLY FUN. What do y'all think about a Choose Your Own Adventure FANFIC?? Like, I post a poll with options for the next chapter, you vote, and I write in the direction of the winning option? I'm super excited to give this a try. I do dearly love a good prompt, and if we can get a bunch of people in on the voting action I think it'll be an absolute blast. Soft and sweet? Hysterical crack? Enemies-to-lovers or a tooth-rotting meet-cute? ALL OF THE ABOVE??? YOU choose! 😃

Is there anyone you'd like to thank?

First and foremost, always, I thank @suzypfonne. A random comment on one of my fics has become a friendship I treasure dearly. She's smart, she's funny, she's deeply kind and caring and generous, and she's the best friggin' beta-reader I could imagine. She has made me a better writer, and I'm always excited to turn over a doc to her. 💛💛

Huge thanks as well to @sparklyshinymagpie, who messaged me out of the blue one day to say "hey I could help code the social-media stuff in your fic, if that's something you'd be interested in." HOLY SHIT YES. She has put a huge amount of time and work into making my stories so much prettier, and our next project will be compiling the PDFs for my big stories so I can finally make print copies available for purchase! She is VERY talented and patient and I APPRECIATE HER VERY MUCH

I'm also tremendously grateful to @e-rated-beardo for the unspeakably gorgeous gift that is this incredible recording of the titular song from Sky Clear Blue. One of the lovliest gifts I've EVER been given!

And a final thank-you to @lolalu16 for her tireless cheerleading. They sometimes get early access to chapters, just because I like them 😁

OKAY this was fun but also took forever, haha. I'd love to read others' posts on this subject, so feel free to go for it!

[mouseonamoose]

I absolutely loved Demonology. It was an extremely generous gift to the fandom and to the GO mythology as a whole. I loved how you fleshed out Aubrey as a real character and the story being told through her perspective was so effective and clever. I was amazed at how true to the character of Crowley you were so that you were able to write him so authentically into new scenarios. Each chapter was such a surprising and original adventure but with a beloved friend. I loved the humor and pain in this story and so glad it wasn't any shorter than it was. Also, I was reading it at the Denver airport when Crowley made that quip about Aubrey's smell so I felt very connected to the story at that time, very funny private moment. I think this was the most enjoyable story I have ever read and also, got me to see why I personally related so strongly to Crowley. I have found validation as well as escapism from the perennial grief I feel at this time of year. So thank you thank you thank you.

I also read the Aziraphale story, which I felt had some very funny, LOL moments and was heartbreaking. I do wish that you had felt the freedom to write a healing journey before you saw season 2 and the stuckness that Aziraphale was still in. I think it can be really cathartic and beautiful to imagine what it would take for them to become healed. That was the magic of the Crowley story because you actually delivered the answers you promised which is so rare in any book. You showed us the magic that it took with trust and time and expression for Crowley to restore his heart.

I'm going to go back and read the story all over again.

The imagery that stuck with me the most was Crowley wedged up in the corner of the ceiling, and also the most glorious chapter where he shared his poetry with Aziraphale. Also I am a plant lover so all that stuff with the tree and Bud was just phenomenal.

You are an extremely gifted writer and I hope you continue to write and publish and I really, really hope you write some more stories from this universe. If there are any others please please let me know!

Oh, thank you. I'm blushing! I am so grateful that you found both valuable, and shared this with me.

I think, having done both Demonology and Angel-Centered now, I have come to this conclusion: anything but a satisfying resolution for Crowley would have been a disservice to his character; anything but unsatisfying heartbreak for Aziraphale would have been a disservice to his character. I don't mean this at all in a harsh way, regarding Aziraphale, and I have no doubts that he and Crowley both will have a well-deserved Happily Ever After. But, in therapy? And especially within the confines of the sort of fanfic I was writing (e.g., as much as possible, avoid adding to canon; as much as possible, only extrapolate and comment upon canon)? What other sort of option could there be, for Aziraphale?

I don't know.

Or maybe I'm just experiencing the same bittersweet frustration about Good Omens, right now, as everyone else, and that's clouding my thoughts.

You sent a follow-up message, clarifying you'd appreciate recommendations for other Good Omens fic. I am terrible at providing recommendations, unfortunately, but I hope others will be happy to offer some. There is one I can think of, though! Factory Settings is superb. I'm blown away by the clear confidence in the plotting and characterizing. I wouldn't mind it being our S3.

[cheeseplants]

Fic: Tears of Worship

I had the pleasure of collabing with @jesmalestiel for the Kink Ball Fall Thrall Slow Dance on @goodomensafterdark! Our prompts were “Body Worship” and “dacryphilia”. And really who doesn't want any excuse to have Crowley cry over how much he loves Aziraphale's body?! Thanks so much to @ineffable-xenanigans and @starlightdreamerstar for their wonderful beta work on this story!

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 5,219

Summary

One week after Armageddon’t, Shax comes knocking on Crowley’s door to inform him that he has three days to vacate the flat, as it is the property of Hell. At first Crowley resigns himself to living in the Bentley, but then it occurs to him that, well, there’s always the bookshop.

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Crowley is overcome when he finally gets what he has always desired.

Excerpt

Crowley sniffed a little, a single tear sliding down his face as Aziraphale brought himself close to kiss the raw skin where it fell. His eyes were a little puffy, yet Aziraphale relished the feel of them under his lips. 

“Sorry, it’s stupid—” Crowley said, his torso tensing as Aziraphale placed a firm hand on his hip. 

“For what?” Aziraphale said, running gentle circles with his fingers along the demon’s flesh. 

“This; demons don’t— I’m not meant to—” Crowley’s chest heaved as a few more tears dampened his pillow, and he rubbed a fist across his face. Aziraphale had never seen anything like it. He had always loved Crowley’s eyes. He was sure he had never seen him look so beautiful; Crowley’s heart streamed forth from his eyes like pools of silver moonlight. They shimmered, and each drop represented a word not spoken, a love not uttered, and a moment lost. 

“Let them fall, my dear.” Aziraphale moved Crowley’s hand away and kissed his cheek to catch each one, to make sure that not a single one was wasted. He tasted of salt and spice, of fire and brimstone, of home and love. Crowley’s cheeks twitched, widening under the press of Aziraphale’s lips. 

“What a mess,” Crowley groaned, though his cheeks had begun to dry. Aziraphale laid back on the pillow, and their noses were touching.

“I think you look stunning.”

“Covered in bloody tears and demon snot.” 

“And who else but me to witness such a wondrous sight?” Aziraphale said, Crowley gave a watery smile. 

“All for you, angel.”

“Every drop,” Aziraphale said. “I love you, dear.”

“I love you, too,” Crowley said. 

Read it on AO3

[possibility-left]

Good Omens fic recs #45

Least of All by stereobone - A/C, 16k words.  A/C and Crowley gen.  Crowley talks to God a lot about the angel.  This is a slow meander through Aziraphale and Crowley's time on Earth as Crowley falls for Aziraphale and asks God a lot of questions.  It's gorgeous.

the two shepherds of uruk by lupinely - A/C, 25k words.  This is such a cool concept -- it tells two stories about Crowley and Aziraphale, one in which they spend ten years in Uruk while the Tower of Babylon is being built, and the one that happens after the conclusion of S2.  Both stories are so well-fleshed-out and interesting, with fun historical detail and the eventual release of romantic and sexual tension.

affection and other cravings by JustStandingHere - A/C, 29k words.  There's a scene in this early on where Aziraphale has to deliver the 7 Deadly Sins and Crowley provides commentary and the story is worth reading just for that, but it's also a love story, their story, retold in a fun and clever way from Aziraphale's POV.  He struggles with his feelings and his love of food.  I really like how the author resolves the S3 plot here as well.

Harmonices Mundi by SweetPollyOliver - Beelzebub/Gabriel, 3k words.  This is my favorite kind of Ineffable Bureaucracy: Gabriel is confident and dumb, and Beez still likes him for some reason.  He propositions Bee for sex, and then it turns out he doesn't really know what sex is, but they figure it out.  This is incredibly sweet.

nebula 231080 by astrhae, Self_indulgentwriter - A/C, 34k words.  This is such a cool concept - in which the entirety of S2 is a timeloop Crowley is suffering through, that starts right when they switch back at the end of S1.  There's also some great Through the Ages stuff here as well.  The way the plot resolves is so compelling and so much of this is about love and how we hurt each other with repeating patterns.  It's really beautiful.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello beautiful librarians! Thank you for keeping me sorted with fic to fill the long gap between now and series three. (As I'm writing this S3 hasn't been commissioned yet but who knows, maybe by the time you post it will be?!)

Anyway, I'm looking for some recs for spicy fic, Aziraphale/Crowley pairing, where one of them is wearing lingerie / stockings and the other is taking their time to appreciate it fully before ravishing them. Any gender presentation, any "downstairs effort", as part of a larger fic or just a smaller delicious scene. Anything is welcome! I just saw some lingerie type fanart and I need moooore! Big thanks in advance!

Hi! We have a #lingerie tag. Here are some more fics to add...

The Way That You Hold Me by AngieWords (E)

"Have you ever had any thoughts about my other...forms?" Crowley is interested to find out how Aziraphale will react to exploring a different corporation together. Aziraphale is very interested indeed. Or: Crowley gets nostalgic for his femme-presenting days

Underdrawing by spunknbite (E)

Lace. Just a hint of it: white, peeping out from under the waistband of Aziraphale’s trousers. A finely woven pattern of sprigs of roses and briony linked together with intricate diamond thread work. There was something vaguely Victorian about it, suggesting a handcrafted wedding veil or perhaps the contents of a hope chest. The lattice clung tightly to the pale skin beneath it, pearly lace on pearly skin, creating an almost tattoo-like appearance as if the design was threaded onto his very flesh in only a shade lighter than his own tone. Well, fuck.

Pin An Angel Up by Dibs_Drabbles (E)

Aziraphale was a lingerie model for a newlyweds' magazine, under the guise of Miss Azra Fell. Despite her short-term career, Miss Fell was granted her own special edition magazine, featuring her and only her. The angel had kept it hidden in plain view, quite oblivious to the chance of a certain demon stumbling upon it. And that certain demon was very much thrilled with what he found. - Aziraphale modelled for a lingerie magazine back in 1950, Crowley finds them and thus uncovers a whole arsenal of kinks to explore for the two of them.

Spread Your Wings by foolishlovers (E)

In the glamorous world of high fashion, Crowley shines as a household name. Unfortunately, so does supermodel Aziraphale, who repeatedly lands bookings for the same jobs. When a photoshoot mishap traps them in a studio overnight, their simmering animosity escalates to its peak. Literally.

Tryst at the Ritz by almaasi (E)

Aziraphale nodded, and said, sweetly, “After dinner, Crowley, you and I, we’re going up to a private, luxury suite, and we’re going to make love.” Crowley blasted red wine across the table in a fine spray. (A fic in which Crowley and Aziraphale get a wiggle on, in the Biblical sense.)

Dangerous like Spun Sugar by Nejinee (E)

Crowley really wasn't prepared for any of this. She was a demon of hell, a fallen angel, and also - evidently - a fucking idiot. -- Or, how Crowley had never cared about the inherent sexiness of lingerie until Aziraphale started talking about her own lingerie.

- Mod D

[mrghostrat]

"He needed an internet connection so he could download an app to draw with, but the whole point of setting the thing up in London was because he knew Crowley understood all of this a whole lot better than he did."

Okayyyyy I just got violent flashbacks to the s2 finale this is evil 😭😭

But in all seriousness, I LOVED the new bnf au chapter, I mean the kiss??? I audibly gasped, it was soooo good

I was wondering if the witch and the witchfinder are a canon couple in the nice and accurate prophecies? Or are they just a very popular fanon ship? Or is it like good omens, where people saw the romantic subtext in the book and where it was made explicitly canon in the show?

I just think all options would be really interesting, given that Crowley and Aziraphale are both middle-aged queer people and the book came out thirty years ago. So they either would have had some representation back then, or they recognised themselves in the story and even though it wasn't canon, maybe those ideas would later explicitly be confirmed by Agnes Nutter nonetheless? Since all these options have really interesting implications for the way they both interacted with the source material, I'm really curious what your thoughts on the matter are.

Thank you so much for all the beautiful things you create for the fandom, both your fics and your art give me life and I'm so grateful for them ❤

omg you have no idea how excited i am about this question 😭 as i've written BNF, i've been quietly fleshing out more about their fictional fandom, and accidentally gotten reeeeally invested and am dying to talk about it 😭😭

i'm actually tempted to make some fanart of the witch & the witchfinder, using michael and david as facecasts to go full meta thphptftf. in b4 i write it as a fuckin book series for real

buttttt i'll put all my N&A thoughts under a cut so i dont ramble too long on your dashes 💛

The Nice and Accurate Prophecy: Agnes Nutter's book series (turned play, turned film, turned tv series); the fandom in my fic Big Name Feelings

the idea of using Agnes Nutter's "Nice and Accurate" book for the in-fic fandom was taken from @tawnyontumblr's fic New Messages (i just thought that would be a fun fanon consistency to follow), but all the details about the story and characters are me.

N&A takes inspiration from Good Omens (as a story, and as a fandom) but isn't intended to be a direct copy of it. the original paperback series is a few books long, and each adaptation of the books are considered good, accurate, canonical content. the tv show (a HBO series) is the most recent, highest quality, and most popular. The Witcher style, high fantasy quality.

agnes is loudly supportive of the lgbt community just like neil/david/michael are. but i imagine that for the series to be so "marketable" over the last 30 years, there isn't an explicit queer relationship between the witch & finder. there are canon queer side characters but the witch & finder are a little more nuanced.

the witch and the witchfinder aid each other through time, working together to defeat the evils in the story (like Aziraphale and Crowley from GO). there's tension between them, but boundless love, and plenty of flirtation, despite the running "we shouldn't, we're meant to be enemies" theme. they would canonically get together at some point in the story, probably towards the end after they've spent some time dancing around each other.

the thing that makes this vague is: the witch reincarnates through the story, almost doctor who style. they're a trans icon, much like how the GO fandom looks at Crowley and all his gender ambiguity.

when they finally tryst with the witchfinder, they're female. it's by pure happenstance that they're female presenting at that stage of the story, but still widely critiqued over the years. the thing that canonises the mlm relationship is that the witch is said to carry their consciousness through each reincarnation— they're not a new person like The Doctor is when he regenerates.

the start of the book series spends more time on "Crowley and Aziraphale's favourite male reincarnation", while the movie and tv show only briefly montages through some of the witch's faces. the mlm side of the fandom most definitely lost their minds over the brief few minutes of screentime that they got of the male witch, and has absolutely gifsetted it to death.

i've done it like this because so much of (every) fandom has always been seeking out representation and filling gaps where the original content lacks. there's something to be said about the solidarity of queer fans creating more queer content for themselves. except, in the case of N&A, they're getting to work from a source material that is genuinely queer supportive, unlike fandoms like SPN and BBC Sherlock that are fighting against the tide of queerbaiting and buried gays.

it also gives aziraphale and crowley a chance to band together in the next chapter when they talk to a dickhead at the party:

i haven't exactly decided what happens with the witchfinder, like if the story takes place over hundreds of years and he keeps reincarnating as the same lookin dude (like how jack whitehall plays both Thou Shall Not Commit Adultery and Newton Pulsifer) or if it's set over one lifetime and the witch just gets killed and regenerates a lot. i do like the idea of there being some "through the ages" shenanigans, and a canonical "modern day" setting like GO has.

but i gotta be careful bc i genuinely can't stop thinking about this fake story that's barely mentioned in my fan fic or i'll end up writing the damn thing myself

[ziggystardust8675]

The Human Body

Pairing: Aziraphale x reader

AN: Short and sweet :)

Summary: Aziraphale thinks about how beautiful the human body is, or better yet, how beautiful your body is. 

Warnings: Reader can be read as any gender, smut (sort of?), no use of Y/N

Aziraphale always admired the human body. The way the muscles tensed and relaxed under the skin. The soft parts were especially his favorite, soft tummies, soft thighs, and soft bottoms were all his favorites. 

He loved how the muscles in your usually soft thighs pulled tight as he coaxed another orgasm out of your already quivering frame. He loved how your arms flexed and gripped his shoulders as he guided you to ride his cock, holding onto the delicately soft flesh of your ass. 

Aziraphale adored your lips, the way they pulled into a smile as he told you stories or terrible jokes. Loved the way your bottom lip got caught between your teeth as he lured you closer to your orgasm only to pull away at the last second, tutting about how good you’re being and if you keep being good he’ll grant you release. 

Most of all he loved your sounds. Loved how sweet they sounded knowing he was the one to bring you to the edge of bliss. Adored when you kissed his lips, his neck, his chest, his hips, and most of all his cock. He would never tire of rubbing your lips with the pad of his thumb before kissing you. 

Aziraphale could spend hours staring at your bare form, bathed in sunlight peeking through the curtains. He reached over and softly ran his fingers over your hair and down your side. As much as he loved your body he couldn’t get over how much he loved you.

Masterlist

Buy me a coffee?

[brenna]

I heard it's Jay's birthday, so I wrote him a little something. Happy birthday! @genderqueer-hippie

A Pound of Feathers or a Pound of Flesh

Ineffable Wives. Mature. 800 words.

Crowley shakes her leg, half awake and tangled in the blankets. Something is tickling it, and she tucks it back in the best she can. The other leg slides out of the blankets to take over the role of temperature regulator. She buries her head in her pillow. It’s not even ten a.m. yet, and there’s no way in hell she’s ready to get up, not after staying up all night drinking with Aziraphale. Sweet, pillowy Aziraphale. Crowley would wrap her arms around Aziraphale if she were here right now. She hugs the pillow close, imagining it as she dozes off again.

As she starts to snore, Crowley is startled awake by the sound of it. Beams of warm light dance around the bed as the curtains dance in the breeze of the open window. Had she opened a window before passing out last night? Crowley couldn’t remember. 

(read the rest below the cut or on ao3)

The tickling feeling is back again, this time on the other leg, the exposed one. Crowley rolls over and tosses the blankets off of her naked chest. She always sleeps naked when she’s had too much to drink. It makes her run hot. As she’s rubbing her leg, she opens her eyes. There, sitting on the edge of the bed, is her Angel. The light is behind her, looks like it’s radiating from her, and it may as well be.

Dreamily, Crowley smiles up at the love of her life. 

“G’morning, Angel.”

“Good morning, my love,” Aziraphale says. Her hand moves toward Crowley’s chest, and the tickling sensation follows, dancing along Crowley’s sternum. 

Confused, Crowley looks down. In Aziraphale’s beautiful hand is a single yellow feather. It dances lazily down her stomach, traces each hip before circling figure eights around her breasts. Crowley can only stare as a shiver runs down her spine. Goosebumps leap to attention all over her arms, and her nipples pebble before her eyes. 

Crowley’s eyes adjust to the light, and she tears them off of the feather long enough to look up at Aziraphale. The angel is wearing a tight camisole, no bra in sight, and loose-fitting shorts. Anyone betting that Aziraphale wore anything under those would lose. 

Crowley’s hand skitters lightly up Aziraphale’s thigh, and the angel flinches a little. The tickler has become the ticklee. All’s fair in love, Crowley thinks, as her fingers slip under the fabric and confirm her suspicions. There’s no barrier between her and Aziraphale’s warm, wet entrance. She pulls her hand away, just a little, and grabs a handful of thigh to ground herself as Aziraphale moves the feather to her neck. 

Crowley feels her hand gently pulled from Aziraphale’s leg. She’s left to clutch the sheets instead. The mattress shifts as Aziraphale bends to brush their noses together before kissing her softly, lips barely touching. It’s another tease, and now that she’s awake and blood is rushing to wake up other parts of her, Crowley wants more than light touches. She wants Aziraphale’s palms holding her hips down, wants Aziraphale’s tongue to dip inside her with purpose, with solid pressure. Crowley wouldn’t complain if Aziraphale sat on her face, if she rocked her hips against Crowley’s tongue, ground her clit into Crowley’s nose. She’d take any kind of pressure, really, any kind of weight to keep her grounded in reality instead of floating in her own head, her own desire. 

“Nnnn. ‘Ziraphale,” Crowley tries, her best attempt at words. She almost gets the angel’s entire name out, surprising herself. 

“Yes, darling?” Aziraphale says, lips still ghosting hers, nose still barely touching nose. The feather flicks against Crowley’s ear. “Do you need something, sweetheart?”

“Need you to touch me.”

“I am, my dear.”

“Properly. Need you to touch me properly.”

Aziraphale’s beautiful face retreats, and Crowley whines. She’s not getting what she wants at all, and she’s behaved so well, not pressing her body against Aziraphale’s without asking. She understands the game, and from what she can see she’s been good, so good. It’s not fair. 

Aziraphale moves to the foot of the bed. Crowley spreads her legs in anticipation of her reward as Aziraphale crawls up and pushes her knees even farther apart. The blasted feather is back, this time on Crowley’s thighs as she writhes and twists at the feel of it on her sensitive skin. She makes a show of thrashing, hoping Aziraphale will get frustrated and hold her down. 

It works. Soft, firm hands land on Crowley’s hips after Aziraphale tosses the feather aside. Crowley moans as the angel buries her face between her legs. It’s a beautiful morning. It’s warm and sunny, and Crowley has two fistfuls of blond curls when she tries to lift her hips from the bed. She can’t, of course. Aziraphale is too strong, too determined, too good to her. 

[ladykiller-yt]

HOT BUSINESS MEETING

(A HYPOTHETICAL AND UNREALISTIC SCENARIO WHERE CROWLEY, THE DUKE OF HELL AND AZIRAPHALE, THE SUPREME ARCHANGEL, HAVE A VERY... HOT BUSINESS MEETING)

C:"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now."

A:"Because I would kill you first if you tried."

C:"Impossible! That would require mercy, and you have made a monster out of me."

A:"We are both monsters, Crowley. We are two big fish in a small pond. Now, we can fight until one of us succumbs, or..."

The Archangel rose from the white chair, walking over to the long glass table, running a finger over it provocatively, and then walking over to the Duke of Hell's black chair, standing behind him, leaning close to his ear.

A: "...we could make a little fish together...we are different from these people, Crowley...we are better than them."

He put his hands on his shoulders, applying pressure, then on his neck, squeezing it lightly.

A: "That's why I missed you so much...you're the only one I couldn't crush like a miserable ant..."

Aziraphale sucked the side of his neck, feeling the demon panting beneath him, and he liked it. But Crowley didn't give in to these provocations and got up from his chair, trying to get away from the angel.

C: "What do you still want from me?"

A: "Your love! You still love me, don't you?! Deep down in that cold heart, you know it!"

C: "No one could build such a hateful union."

A: "And if I forced you?"

C: "With what? With one of your magic tricks? That's not love!"

A: "With this!"

The Archangel stood naked before Crowley only snapping his fingers.

C:"Oh shit..."

A:" The body you were begging for... I am willing to start over, we could make a truce if you would just make me yours right now, on this beautiful glass table."

Aziraphale sat down on the table, spreading his legs in front of the demon.

C:"I don't want you that way anymore, Aziraphale."

A:"Well, I can change that."

C:"What happens if I refuse your proposal?"

Aziraphale climbed down from the table and sat naked on Crowley's lap, feeling the latter's arousal growing. He once again leaned in close to his ear.

A:"I will make you lose everything you have, everything you love. I will make you crawl back here and ask for mercy. I will make you beg for mercy."

Crowley pushed the angel down towards the table, turning him around violently, the same way he grabbed his hands and put them behind his back, holding him still.

C: "Well then... I strictly imagine that now I must violate your most intimate and masculine cavities."

In one stroke he penetrated him without hesitation. They had just started hours and hours of unbridled sex, without pauses, without brakes and without mercy.

After hours of fucking, few things had survived inside that office. The beautiful glass table was destroyed, the floor cracked and some plants overturned. The two were sitting on the white leather sofa, Crowley with his red hair disheveled and staring at the floor and the archangel next to him, lying down, while he rubbed a foot on his leg.

C:"It was an unfortunate decline in events."

A:"You didn't seem so sorry just now."

C:"Yeah. It seems that no matter what I do, I have a weakness for angelic flesh and especially...yours."

A:"What a cold and distant way to describe something so beautiful and spicy."

C:"Listen there doesn't have to be a war. Let's return to our original status. Neither side goes to war and we are committed to maintaining this fragile state of mutual peace."

A: "What about us? We just had the best sex in the world. It would be a shame to pretend nothing happened, don't you think."

C:"I'm sorry Aziraphale but this can't work between us. Not like this. I... think it's best for both of us to respect our positions. I can't afford to succumb to your charm and flattery ever again."

Crowley got up from the couch to go find his clothes but Aziraphale's hand stopped him.

A: "If you leave right now I will turn all of Heaven against you. I will have no mercy for your damned soul. I will erase your existence from this earth before you know it."

C: "Let me go Aziraphale!"

A:"If I can't have you, no one else will have you."

C: "So be it!"

Crowley left the office slamming the door, shattering what little glass was left.

[crowlixcx]

✨ 2024 in gifs✨

rules: post your favourite and most popular post from each month this year (it’s okay to skip months)

tagged by @evan-buck and @mobius-m-mobius - thank you darlings!! loved having a lil reminisce💚

January: • Favourite: The birth of the brainrot series! all aboard the vengabus • Most Popular: Aziraphale's devastating head turn parallel

February: • Favourite: Brainrot Linkin Park edition (serious typography progression) • Most Popular: David's BAFTA entrance

March: • Favourite: A tie between this artistic beauty and this cursed edit to Bo Burham's 'Shit' • Most Popular: Aziraphale talking to himself

April: • Favourite: Time After Time for The Brainrot Series • Most Popular: Michael talking about the kiss on The Assembly

May: • Favourite: Good Omens x Being Alive from Company. Shots were fired • Most Popular: Special baby Anthony Crowley who has never done anything wrong ever

June: • Favourite: Crowley x Brat Club Classics. get this demon in the clurb • Most Popular: Aziraphale & Crowley complimentary set

July: • Favourite: Lover, Please Stay edit • Most Popular: Crowley pretending (badly) that's he's not desperately in love

August: • Favourite: Good Omens x Hamilton's 'Helpless' • Most Popular: Not nice demon

September: • Favourite: crushcrushcrush by Paramore (felt like a big step up in my skills!) • Most Popular: Good Omens x The Song of Achilles (also v much a fave)

October: • Favourite: charli xcx boopin' that edit for halloween • Most Popular: Macbeth theatrical release trailer

November: • Favourite: In The Flesh edit for tvarchive's 4k followers celebration • Most Popular: Wicked Glinda x Elphaba set

December: • Favourite: Crowley x Ethel Cain edit • Most Popular: A ludicrously capacious bag

no pressure tags: @catabasis, @crowley-anthony, @crowleybrekkers, @disenchanteds, @hexcoreviktor

[patrice-bergerons]

I just love Aziraphale so much. In many ways, it's easier to see that the whole system is corrupt if you have been cast out and branded as evil for something as simple as asking questions, but to be told since the dawn of time that you are on the side of ultimate and absolute good whose decrees must not be questioned, to believe it, and still have your compassion win over? Your compassion for three insignificant kids and their parents, for a man and a woman cast into the world for the first time (you are told, because of their own fault) -- and to risk being sent down to hell over it and to prevaricate with God? Isn't it a rare, wonderful, beautiful thing to find so much joy in the world, in music and books and cups of tea, to love creation not in the detached abstract but in flesh and blood? To befriend a demon, to trust and love a demon, when all of your training and all of heaven would eviscerate you for it? And to have so much kindness in your heart that when an archangel who tried to kill you shows up at your door and asks for help (against heaven nonetheless) you refuse to give him up.

And I love Aziraphale for the ways he messes up too. Because even when you know (and have always known) your in-group sucks or that it hurts people, it is so hard to let your core beliefs about who you are burn to ground and to build something new from scratch, when that's all you've known your entire life. And even in this, even in his flaws, Aziraphale is so painfully wonderfully human.

[saritagiovanna]

It's OK to look at a piece of art, media, a book, and anything in between and constantly change your mind about your initial reading or take. You find new ways of interpretation, you find hidden meanings that you didn't see before. It's also OK to have different theories in your head about something and be excited for each of those theories!

I've watched Good Omens 2 four times now, and the Final 15 minutes countless times. I've read several discussions on the topic, I've read some fan fics, and I've lovingly adored all the beautiful artwork (seriously, I'm not a visual artist...stick figures are the best I can do....I'm a musician at heart...and what people have put out there is BREATHTAKING!!).

What's my point? The point is...point is...minds change, and will change again. And we have years before Season 3 comes out (hopefully in the medium we are accustomed via the show) before we can see if our theories come to pass, or something even more incredible is delivered to us (In Gaiman We Trust!!).

Now, apologies for what I'm about to show...I took a pic on my phone pointing at a screen and I still haven't figured out how to make screen grabs because of Amazon's blocking of them. In my earlier watching of the series and in my grief, I was on board with the Coffee Theory. I'm not as convinced of it anymore, other than the Coffee is a Metaphor for a threat from the Metatron (veiled as we see, or directly during discussions we don't). We KNOW Aziraphale doesn't want to go back to Heaven, he says so several times ("I've made my position quite clear." "I don't want to go back to Heaven, where would I get my coffee?"). He gets NERVOUS AF once Crowley's name is dropped by the Metatron. He has had MILENNIA to be worried about Heaven and Hell finding out about their Arrangement. The offer is made, but he knows that it's not an offer he can really say no to...he is talking to the freaking Metatron...THE VOICE OF GOD. He also KNOWS that Crowley won't want to go back to Heaven. And we know the internal struggle and problem that Aziraphale is dealing with in this look here.

He is NOT about to tell Crowley Good News as the Metatron said. The Metatron also KNOWS this. What a fucking CHESS MATCH this is! This is basically the equivalent of when Crowley says in Season 1 "We Are FUCKED!!"

So what does Aziraphale have to do? KNOWING that the Metatron is across the street looking in the window? He has to resort to the coded language he and Crowley have developed and HOPE TO GOD Crowley picks up on. I don't think Crowley did, but all the Clues are there in how nervous Aziraphale appears when he interrupts Crowley's confession. I'll try to flesh out my thoughts a bit more in another post since I want to show some more visual cues.

My other point? My thoughts can change, and have changed a bit since my heart was broken I saw the ending for the first time. I have no idea when I'm getting out of this deep well, but I don't think I want to leave!

[avocado-writing]

Hey Avo! I’ve got a steamy imagine for you…

Lets say you’re having a hard day with your physical image. Yes, image isn’t everything - it’s what’s inside that matters. We can call appreciate a sentiment without being able to apply it. But with each glance in the mirror or tightness of your jeans waistband, it’s hard to picture yourself as beautiful. Or sexy.

Barely a word about those feelings to your boys and now you’re spread open, naked and covered in sweat as Aziraphale’s tongue lavishes your clit. Sweet, sloppy kisses cover your already drenched cunt, stuffed with Crowley’s long cock.

The demon has you on their lap, legs spread and locked with yours on top, trapping you in that open position while the angel simply devours you. Your head is thrown back, pathetic little moans with barely formed words egging their ministrations on.

All along your skin you feel the sharp edge of Crowley’s nails, causing the most delightful shivers as he speaks.

“There’s our beautiful Y/N.”

His voice is like velvet, soft to the touch as it glides over you. You feel your body tense, your orgasm just a hair away. Crowley moves inside of you, rolling his hips so his cock hits that part that makes you gasp. But right as you are about to cross the edge of pleasure, the angel’s movements slow.

You whine and feel a dark chuckle not befitting the angel who spoke it, “now, now, patience is a virtue.”

“Aziraphale-”

Before you can grumble, he’s back on you with a ferocity not yet met. You want to dig your fingers into those snow white curls and buck your hips to his tongue, but the demon stops you. Suddenly his grip is strong on your stomach, keeping you in place, and he’s locked your arms behind your back. You can do nothing but take what they give you and you love it.

“How could this body not be utterly perfect?” Crowley murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. He peppers warm kisses to any patch of skin near him as he speaks, “what do you think angel? Isn’t she positively perfection?”

Aziraphale looks up in between your aching thighs, his mouth covered in a sheen - your wetness all over him. He brings those strong hands to settle just above your cunt, his thumb working lazy strokes as he kisses up your body.

“This stomach is just divine, so soft and kissable,” he says. “And these breasts, I could watch them bounce on Crowley’s cock every moment of every day.”

You could feel yourself clench around Crowley, thrust into Aziraphale’s touch with the words of praise.

“And, my dear, you’re so delightfully responsive! It’s quite a lovely trait.”

Crowley brought a hand down to squeeze the flesh of your thighs, slapping at the skin in the way that made you jump. “And these thighs are made for fucking.”

Aziraphale brought himself back down to his knees, holding down your thighs with lust in his eyes. “They are a particularly favourite feature for me.”

He nipped and kissed from knee to cunt on both thighs, before letting himself fall back onto your cunt with an inspired enthusiasm. His large nose was just perfect for you to roll your hips against, moaning out into the air.

Your demon didn’t stop praising you for a moment, lavishing the most dirty, complimentary things you’d ever heard about yours. “Fuck, you’re perfect darling. Absolutely perfect. And our Angel is doing a marvelous job.”

“Oh God…” you manage through gasps.

“Now, now. That’s not who we praise here. Try again, love.”

“A-zira-”

Crowley grins, his smirk just bordering on devilish, “that’s my kind of god, darling.”

The angel’s tongue is working miracles, hell you figure there must be some miracle in place stopping you from coming all over him as Crowley rolls his hips inside of you. It feels so good, that sweaty, delirious sort of good where you just can’t stop until your muscles give out and your throat is hoarse.

“Who do you belong to? Who shows you just how beautiful you are?”

“Y-you!”

“Tsk, tsk,” Crowley nipped your neck with a deep chuckle. “Use your words.”

“Crowley… Aziraphale.. fuck!”

At that last impassioned plea, your orgasm came so fast you felt your were convulsing in their lap. Wave after wave hit you, your back arching and breathy little moans porn stars dreamed of coming from your mouth.

When it was over, neither angel nor demon stopped. In fact they sped up, thrusting wildly as you bucked away from the overstimulation. Your second orgasm shattered you, and the three of you came undone in a sweaty pile of flesh.

(Sorry if this is shit I’ve not written a threesome/body worship before but I’ve wanted to)

Me reading this honestly 🙏 thank you for my pornography!! This is delicious 🤤

[evilasiangenius]

The Nephilim

"Why don’t you tell me why you are considering disobeying?” Aziraphale said gently, and Crowley could not help but feel a little twinge of strange emotion at the kindness and warmth in the Prince of Hell’s voice.

“I...” Crowley gulped. “Er, uh, that is...I...”

“Yes?” Aziraphale’s expression was soft, and the way the sunlight gleamed upon those blue eyes, Crowley felt as if he were staring into the sun-dappled sea, and his breath caught at the beauty.

“Just don’t know if I can do it, that’s all,” Crowley muttered.

“Do what?”

“You know...er...eh...” Crowley waved his hands vaguely in the air. “That thing…the...”

“The begetting?”

“The begetting,” Crowley agreed, miserable.

“Perhaps you should ask an expert,” Aziraphale suggested. “Why don’t we call up Asmodeus and ask him? He is after all, a specialist in these matters.”

Crowley turned a few different and interesting shades, and it made Aziraphale take closer notice.

“What’s wrong? Why shouldn’t we ask the demon of lust what to do? It is his department, after all.”

“Um, er...just don’t want to trouble him?” Crowley said lamely, mentally scrambling for an excuse. “He is an important Prince of Hell after all.”

“Quite right. Whereas I am an unimportant Prince of Hell,” Aziraphale teased, amused at the angel’s embarrassment.

“Oh I’m sorry!” Mortified, Crowley stumbled over his words. “I didn’t mean it that way, it’s just that I um...uh, it’s fine if it’s you. I’d appreciate your input, because you are an important Prince of Hell and would... I mean, if you could give me some suggestions. Uh. We needn’t bother anyone else?”

“Well. It’s not so daunting, my dear, once you recall that all animals do it too,” Aziraphale explained in a reasonable manner, pleased by Crowley’s words. “And right now with a corporeal body, you are part animal as well. We all are, really. Just let the animal part take over, that’s easy to do.”

“...guh?” Crowley asked.

“And of course, we must not forget that the Almighty has given out the commandment to be fruitful and multiply.”

“Was that a commandment proper or-?”

“If it weren’t, I would think that the animals and humans would not be so fruitful and mutiplicitous.”

“Oh. Oh! You’re right.”

“Of course I am. But that’s not the problem is it?” Aziraphale intuited. “You’re...shy aren’t you?”

“Shy? Me? Naaaaah. Course not, I’m not shy, that’s ridiculous-”

“Here. I’ll show you something that can help get you started.” Aziraphale held out his hand, offering it to Crowley, and for the first time Crowley noticed the black crown of a ring that Aziraphale wore on the pinky of his right hand, twisting tentacles curved around a round finger.

Crowley glanced up and realized the Prince of Hell no longer wore his crown of meteoric iron on his head. It seemed strange to see Aziraphale uncrowned, and he realized that he had grown accustomed to Aziraphale, so much so that noticing a change in his appearance was unsettling.

Crowley reached out, letting the Prince of Hell take his hand.

“Humans need warming up. You can’t just go straight to begetting my dear, you must build up to it,” Aziraphale said. “May I?”

“Yes.”

And taking Crowley’s hand in both of his, Aziraphale pressed a kiss to Crowley’s palm that Crowley felt all the way down to the bottom of his feet.

“Ah…!”

“And then, you get closer.” Aziraphale kissed the tips of Crowley’s fingers, one at a time, before turning his hand so that the Prince of Hell could kiss the inside of his wrist, sending shivers sliding over all of his skin.

“Closer yet,” Aziraphale breathed, and a fiendishly strong arm wrapped around Crowley’s waist, pulling him close. Before he could panic, before he could pull away, soft lips pressed against his throat, and a strange sound came from deep inside him that Crowley had never heard before.

“And then you give them a kiss,” Aziraphale pressed his lips lightly to Crowley’s lips, a faint touch of flesh upon flesh that ended as quickly as it began.

Crowley’s lips parted with a breath, and for a moment he did not know where or when or even who he was, just that the sky was awfully blue but not the deep blue of the demon lord’s eyes.

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