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[rhettabbotts]

Shelby I’ve been thinking about this pic and his thighs for HOURSSSS

personal hc that Joel isn’t a head pusher, but he plays with ur hair every time you give him head

enoch baby you're killing omfg HIS THIGHS LET ME BE IN BETWEEN THEM

joel is very gentle. in every sense of the word. he can be rough at times, but he just wants to take care of you mostly. he lets you take your time, setting the pace and doesn't push you or rush you in any way. he loves playing with your hair when you have him in your mouth. praising you the entire time and brushing it away from your forehead to look down into your eyes. his knuckles grazing your cheek softly as you drool around him.

[hangmanapologist]

robyn do we think major major has a hair pulling kink?? - enoch <3

OH BABEY DONT GET ME STARTED

This sweet boy? Loves nothing more than when he’s between your legs worshipping your pussy and you tug on his hair, pulling him in as close to you as possible.

When you’re riding him and his face is buried in your tits so you weave your fingers in and tug on it so he can watch your face while you get yourself off using him

[hangmanapologist]

“He touched himself for hours after that day. Leaning against his bedroom wall, looking down at his own hand, pushing his hips forward, fucking into his palm and envisioning your mouth, those big, doe eyes looking up at him as he shoved his cock down your virgin throat. Feeling his pants fully tent as you contemplate your answer.”

ENOCH?!!,?..!/)/)€/!::?:!:&:&

this changed my dna, my jaw was on the floor, he’s an awful man of sin and I need him so bad

ENOCH

Priest Rhett telling you to touch yourself in the confessional booth when you tell him about your impure thoughts 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

ROBYN COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT

the fact that i had to look up bible verses and psalms-

im never forgiving you for this

Playlist: / nwfmb - hozier / without you - lana del ray / little bit - lykke li

word count: 931

“Bless me, Father Abbott, for I have sinned…” 

He catches the shakiness in your voice, the way you mumble his name like that makes him shift on the wooden bench, black slacks beginning to get unbearably tight in the mere seconds you've been here. 

“It’s been…” he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence 

“Two months if I recall correctly? Since your last confession?” he forces a chirpy voice, biting his lip so hard he’s almost drawing blood at the small, breathless chuckle you give him

“Good memory, yes. Thank you, Father Abbott, I-”

“Rhett. You can call me Rhett. If you’d like. It's just you and me in here"

Your cheeks glow bright pink at his words

Father Rhett… 

If only he knew how many times that name left your lips in the middle of the night, back arching off of the damp bedsheets

“I- I have been struggling lately. I’ve been having these, feelings….and urges Father Rhett” The crotch of his pants grow tighter in wicked temptation at your confession. 

“Urges?” He prompts with a clipped tone, scrunching his face up in frustration and balling his hand up to keep it from straying to his zipper. 

“Yes…. well, you see,” You stop yourself, unsure of how much you’re willing to tell the man. Yes, the guilt had been making you lose sleep, swallowing you whole. 

But a part of you enjoyed it. Enjoyed it the way you wanted his fingers to replace yours. How you wanted him to lay you down on his bed, take you all over his church. 

“I’ve tried, Father Abb- Rhett, please believe me, but sometimes, I can’t help but act on them and sometimes I…” he can tell you’re nervous by the way your speech quickens, he can picture you on the other side of that thin plank of wood, rubbing your thighs together, canting your hips forward just enough to get enough relief to continue your confession

“God values, and admires your honesty, as do I, child” His calm, soothing voice eases you into your contrition.

He had to be teasing you, surely. He has to be

He’s seen the way you’d discreetly grind down on your own fingers during congregation, hiding your moans behind hymns and prayers. He’s felt the way your lips wrap around his finger ever so slightly when he placed the bread in your mouth, sticking your tongue out a little more than need be, looking up to him with those big round eyes. Sucking your spit off of the tip of his thumb as he went back up to the altar. 

He touched himself for hours after that day. Leaning against his bedroom wall, looking down at his own hand, pushing his hips forward, fucking into his palm and envisioning your mouth, those big, doe eyes looking up at him as he shoved his cock down your virgin throat. Feeling his pants fully tent as you contemplate your answer. 

“But it happens more often now, Father. And I’m ashamed, I think.”

“We all have shame, dear girl, the Lord knows this, and loves us anyways. Are you ready to say your act of contrition?”. You sigh shakily and give him an affirmative hum, stumbling half-heartedly through the prayer. 

“Good girl” Rhett croons as you finish, and catches the breath that gets lodged in your throat at his praise, he turns his head to look at the carved wood and mesh screen and he catches the silhouette of you from behind the flimsy partition, you have your head bowed. He can see your shoulders rocking back and forth slightly and he knows what you’re doing. And he wants nothing more than to press his lips to the delicate skin of your neck, just behind your ear, helping you make those unholy noises in his church. Defiling the sacrament he took all those years ago. 

“Tell me, Angel. What urges do these feelings provoke?” The alluring way he phrases the question catches you off guard

“I do…. unholy things” Your whimper as you confess, the flush crawling up your ears and down your neck.

“Why don't you tell me a little bit more about that?” You can all but see the smug grin on his lips as he asks you, biting his lip. 

“Like. Like….” You don’t even realise your eyes are closed as your fingers caress your thighs, your lower lip hiding a moan as your fingertips trail up your skirt, curling around the seam of your panties, letting your thumb fall over your throbbing clit, bucking your hips as inconspicuously as possible 

Are you being serious right now?

“Like what you’re doing right now?” 

Your hitches in your throat, your hips stilling as you’re caught. It takes a few seconds for him to speak again. You don't dare move, knowing he can probably see your profile through the screen.

“None of us are without sin” He continues nonchalantly, teasing you even more. You gather up the courage to start humping your hand again, a little harsher this time, even letting out a small gasp, the newfound confidence shooting down into your cunt, making you clench around nothing. 

“I, of all people should know that. Having to resist temptation. Every. Fucking. Sunday.” He groans. And you know he's talking about you, hearing his head softly hit the wall behind him. You hear a zipper and let out a small moan at the realisation that he's now touching himself. Because of you

“So I’m sure we can repent after. Now, let me hear you sin for me Angel”

[crocrubies]

when the judge said "serve a sentence" but all they heard was "serve" idk. Anyways 2-3 changed my life irreparably I LOVEEEEE these guys

[wavywhiskers]

I need OFF matryoshkas. .. .

[tuscyanie]

white men 🙄

[indigovigilance]

Baraqiel and Azazel

Disclaimer: DO NOT ask Neil Gaiman to confirm or deny any of this. He doesn't want you to ask. I don't want you to ask.

SO DON'T ASK.

Edit: Neil confirmed this theory and it's not my fault: see the reblog

Now, on with the meta.

Thesis and evidence below the cut:

Dominion...

Angel of the Sky...

Hair an eye-burning ginger, eyebrows like grisly slugs, often draped in red…

Occasionally damp...

Most likely singed…

Most likely singed…

Most likely singed…

Most likely singed…

So that's everything from purely within Good Omens canon.

Baraqiel is described, additionally, in the Book of Enoch as:

Lord of Lightning

Who taught the forbidden knowledge of astronomy:

He is also the overseer of the Second Heaven, wherein lies the prison of Fallen Angels. More on that later.

The story of Baraqiel’s ejection from Heaven is contained in the Book of Enoch, but he’s not a main character. In fact, he’s only one of twenty major fallen angels, specifically, the ninth. The tenth is Azazel.

Who, then, is Azazel?

Firstly, Azazel is a fallen angel:

Who is damned because he introduces humans to forbidden knowledge, specifically, the knowledge of swords [and other devices of warfare]:

And also the knowledge of adornment, specifically, “the art of making up the eyes, and of beautifying the eyelids, and the most precious stones, and all kinds of coloured dyes.”

And insofar as Azazel is synonymous with Azzael, he denounces the authority of the Metatron:

In fact, Azazel is given all the blame for revealing the secrets of Heaven: “​​the whole Earth has been ruined by the teaching of the works of Azazel; and against him write: ALL SIN.”

and God orders Raphael punish Azazel: “And further the Lord said to Raphael: "Bind Azazel by his hands and his feet and throw him into the darkness. And split open the desert, which is in Dudael, and throw him there.””

We never learn in the Book of Enoch that Raphael actually does this (based on my reading), but it was commanded. In fact, Raphael would have had to throw Azazel into that prison which was in the domain of Baraqiel.

This puts Baraqiel!Crowley and Azazel!Aziraphale among the ranks of angels that went to Earth and delighted in Earthly pleasures, which caused them to be “fallen,” that God refused to speak to from then on, that Enoch!Metatron was ordered by God to tell that they were unforgiven and would never be forgiven.

It’s worth noting that there seems to be some disagreement among rabbinical scholars over whether Samyaza, Azza, Azzael, and Azazel are separate entities or if these are different names for the same entity. We should also remember that in the universe of Good Omens, entities change names when they ascend to or fall from Heaven.

Tying this all back to the Metatron: In 3 Enoch, the book which describes the ascent of Enoch the man to Metatron the angel, we learn that the overseer of the Second Heaven is Baraqiel, angel of lightning. The description of the prison in the Second Heaven and the angels trapped within it is terrifying, but not more than Enoch’s own actions when he is there.

At this point Enoch has not been transfigured into the Metatron yet, but when he passes by, the angels ask him to pray for them to the Lord; and he refuses, for “who am I, a mortal man, that I may pray for angels?” He is told about them again in the Fifth Heaven, about their sins, how they followed Satan, and that they will be punished on Judgment Day.

So we have a lot of reasons here to see that there would be enmity directly between the Metatron and Azazel, for questioning his authority before God, and between Baraqiel and Enoch!Metatron, for either Baraqiel was guarding the prison or already in it when the human who would become Metatron was supplicated for prayers of redemption and refused. Either way, the Metatron is responsible for Baraqiel’s fall, most directly because he refused to take the petition of the fallen angels before God and instead relied on his interpretation of a dream.

There’s been a lot of implication and even exposition throughout S2 that memory is vulnerable to erasure. We’ve gotten some direct hints that Crowley doesn’t remember all of his past, but I would venture to propose that Aziraphale has a very troubled past that he does not remember, that the Metatron (and possibly Crowley) does, and that further, because his memory was [partially] removed, his name was changed to Aziraphale, for which we see precedent in Jimbriel and all the demons.

My absolutely unhinged, unsubstantiated S3 prediction is that Angel!Crowley sacrificed himself to rescue Azazel from damnation, and the price of Azazel remaining an angel was losing the memories of his transgressions, including (and especially) those he formed with Angel!Crowley. That at the Garden of Eden, Crawley!Crowley knew that these things had been erased, and that he was probably talking to a husk of his former friend, the way that Jim was a husk of Gabriel, but that when he learned that Aziraphale had given away the sword, realized that the soul of the person he loved was still in there.

Partner post: For a meta on why we should believe that Enoch!Metatron aka Human!Metatron is a possibility, go here.

Edit: I read the Book of Enoch from front to back, twice, but if you want to check my work (or write a response meta!) you can find the source material here and here.

If you liked this husbands-centric meta, you may like A Nightingale Sang in 1941

If you liked this historic event speculation, you may like Sodom and Gomorrah

[aquablossomsart]

Somewhere over the rainbow

[clockworkvampyre]

ever since october started i’ve just been wanting to listen to malice miser on repeat and doodle my favorite spooky people

[kinginthemask]

𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱

*referring to the ascension of the saint in 3 Enoch.

[rhettabbotts]

ilysm shelby mwah!!!! - Enoch <3

ily more than anything Enoch 🥺🥺

[tishrivers]

ALFRED ENOCH Red Carpet News TV (2022)

[rhettabbotts]

ENOCH IM SENDING YOU TO PRISON FOR THIS

dilf!Rhett eating you (his kid's nanny) out in the kitchen after dropping his oldest off at school, your back arching off his marble counters as he hikes your skirt up around your hips and slides your flimsy underwear down your legs. hitching one of your legs over his shoulder as he starts leaving open-mouthed kisses from your ankles up towards your thighs, that salt and peppered stubble grazing your sensitive skin, giving you the softest, sluttiest smile as he did, knowing what he was doing to you. clawing at his shoulders like a cat the second his mouth found your pussy, already soaking and dripping onto the countertops. you're already on fire and your fingers start rushing to throw your sweater over your head to reveal a pretty black lacy bra, guiding his hand up to cup your chest, he pinches one of your nipples using his pointer finger and his thumb and before you know it, you’d be on the verge of cumming into his mouth, trying to stop yourself from screaming and letting the neighbours hear

[crocrubies]

been playing dgs and I'm a little obsessed with this guy

[ab-arts]

Hello all! I’m happy to say that I’ve made some stickers/magnets (a set of 9 in two color variants for a total of 18!) of Enoch that are available on Redbubble! I would greatly appreciate the support, and I have plans for even more Enoch-themed designs in the future! ^^

[pastellich]

Enoch in Zone 3

Made with pencil, pastel, ink, gouache, and PVA glue