Herf G Operation - My Arum Lily
Time to present here as well the porn without even the shadow of a plot that was entirely written to indulge G, one of the four mods of @goodomensafterdark !
Big, big, BIG thanks to all the artists who got involved in this project, offering stunning art for this fic:
- @bea-n-art for her Temptation artwork
- @lauramoon1987 for her Languid Moan artwork
- Zoinksart for their smut artwork (to be found in the fic!)
- @gahellhimself-blog for his winged artwork
- @daneecastle for her Falling for You artwork
- @gleafer for her Gaunder at his statue artwork that inspired a part of the fic (to be found in the fic)
- @vavoom-sorted-chill for her Say It artwork
It was a huge honour working with you all on this beautiful project to destroy G's brain in one messy strike <3
Tags: Wings - mausoleum - Grave - under the stars - Risk of being caught - laudaddy - Cemetery - consenting adult-shaped beings - alcohol leaves body before anything happens - Plot What Plot - Smut with Feelings - Chops Vault (more details in the AO3 tags)
Rating: explicit
Word count: 8,286 words
Summary:
Hoowee, laudanum! Last time Crowley does that!
Plot? What plot? Purely indulgent cemetery porn without even the shadow of a plot.
Excerpt:
Crowley tried to wiggle into a more advantageous position, but stuck as he was in the coffin, all he was able to do was make the wood creak under the power of his wings, shuddering under Aziraphale's weight and soft caresses. “Gah-” His eyes fluttered shut, his mouth opening wide, showing his fangs and forked tongue. “Angel, that’s-” Aziraphale’s hand coursed through the feathers of his obsidian wings, clutching his throat shut. “Goddamn, angel-”
“No blasphemy, wily snake.” He wrapped his fingers around his cock, and Crowley gasped under his grasp.
“Ah- alright, Father Fell.”
Now, that was surprisingly exciting- Aziraphale’s shaft most certainly reacted quite well to the title. “Hmm, indeed. And a holy man’s role is to thwart the plans fomented by Hell.”
“Oh please, Mr. Holy Man, show me the Light that I have forsaken!” Crowley exclaimed sarcastically into the void of the night, his snickers broken off by soft moans that he tried so very hard to conceal.
“Hm, well, you see… The most pious ones go as far as punishing the evil out of a body. Do you think that might work?”
“Oh, I don’t know about tha-” A gasp stopped him in his words, and he closed his eyes for a moment, as Aziraphale’s hand trailed its path among his dark feathers, pressing them between his fingers, caressing them like tender skin.
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~The Arum Lily, or calla lily, often was used in funeral arrangements in the Victorian era; additionally, also had a strong symbolism of rebirth and resurrection in Christianity.~
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SMUT WAR - HEY! We're chained.
illustration 5/5
music : HEY by Pixies
written piece by the great @kotias
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Rocking back and forth, deep into the mattress, Aziraphale let out a hot breath that was caught by his partner’s long tongue hissing in the air. “Crowle-” He was cut by a gasp and a kiss on the corner of his lips.
Slowly, he raised his hand, hearing the cold rattle of the chain following his wrist as he reached Crowley’s hair and tangled his fingers into it. The demon pushed closer to him, and Aziraphale’s head shot backwards, exposing his throat to his tender kisses and to the sting of his forked tongue. “Sssss…. You’re gorgeous, angel,” the angel heard him whisper into his ear, and he shivered, rolling his hips against him.
“K- Kiss me.” It only took a chuckle and a second before he felt those thin, warm lips against his, and he pushed his tongue into the demon’s mouth, tasting him as much as he was allowed.
His moan echoed between them, and Crowley released him, flicking his tongue against his upper lip.
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