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Taylor Swift - loml

#✦ crowley — ⊰musings & abouts⊱ #✦ s. — ⊰crowley x aziraphale⊱

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Anonymously roast my muse.

Say whatever you want to them, it can be true or not. See what you can do to get a rise out of my muse

#✦ x — ⊰memes & prompts⊱

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I'm confused about the GO timeline. When Crowley and Aziraphale first meet, we learn that They will be "shutting all this down again in about 6,000 years.". But Crowley tells Nina and Maggie that he and Aziraphale have been talking for millions of years. How is that possible?

Because there was lots of Good Omens angel time before Earth Time started.

#{ GOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!! } #{ THEY KNEW EACH OTHER } #{ FOR MILLIONS OF YEARS } #{ BEFORW CROWLEY FELL } #{ I'm so very normal about this I promise }

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@ofginjxints

transparent!ॱ*⑅ ੈ✩‧ ˚

#{ them reuniting in eden though } #✦ s. — ⊰crowley x aziraphale⊱

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"Technically none of those are sins."

"You should try harder."

"Forgive me father for I have sinned. I took a bite out of my kitkat whole this morning instead of breaking it apart, I put ranch dressing in my cereal yesterday, I still order chicken strips even at the fancy restaurants, there was that time I thought filet mignon was a fish...how much time do you have 'cause this might take a while?"

#✦ flash bastard — ⊰crowley⊱ #codenamejudas

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Crowley didn't know it, but something in his eyes lit up at Aziraphale's words. He wanted more of that, of the angel not only begging and moaning, but outright telling him how he made him feel. It was throwing kindling on the fire that had been lit within him earlier, that desire to give Aziraphale whatever he asked for. A demon could get into a lot of trouble for something like that, but somehow he felt it was worth the risk.

Or specifically, Aziraphale was worth the risk.

Oh, his thoughts were heading to dangerous places. He crashed his lips against Aziraphale's, hips picking up speed again, hoping to lose himself in the feeling of their bodies moving together. A goal that was proving to be astoundingly easy. Every sense was being overwhelmed with Aziraphale, the way he felt, smelled, tasted.

"More," the single word was uttered against the angel's lips, part command and part plea. "Let me hear you, angel."

Crowley wondered briefly if Aziraphale was always so responsive, so vocal, or if it was something about him that made the angel behave this way. He knew what he wanted the answer to be, but that seemed something better left unexamined, even by himself. Not that he would have been able to give it much attention anyway; every thought in his head was of the angel underneath him. A pleasant shudder ran down his spine at the feeling of teeth against his skin.

"You sound so lovely when you beg, angel," the demon teased, drawing the very tip of his tongue up along the very edge of Aziraphale's ear.

He started slowly, though not as slowly as he had entered. A shallow rocking of his hips, enough to finally give them both a bit of what they'd been craving while still letting Aziraphale adjust to him. The hand not on Aziraphale's hip ran up and down the length of his thigh before hooking underneath it, gripping tightly as he picked up his pace just a bit.

#✦ flash bastard — ⊰crowley⊱ #ofginjxints #✦ x — ⊰nsft⊱

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In the wake of his orgasm, the way Aziraphale touched him so gently, calling him beautiful---Crowley's eyes glistened with emotion and a thin veil of tears. Crowley pulled Aziraphale in for a passionate kiss, moaning softly when he tasted himself on his angel's tongue.

"Alright? Angel, it was wonderful." Another kiss, brief this time, and then a third to Aziraphale's forehead. One hand trailed down to brush between his legs, a silent promise that he'd not, for one moment, forgotten about his lover's satisfaction in the midst of his own. The demon's lips trailed adoringly up the angel's neck.

"Do you want me to return the favour? Or do you want to be inside me?"

Whatever Aziraphale desired, Crowley would give him.

The hand not tangled in Aziraphale's hair moved to grip the sheets at Crowley's side. The more Crowley unraveled beneath his angel's loving attention, the more vocal he became, a steady stream of yeses and pleases and angels and love yous mixed in with his panting and moaning. He was close, it was building, and then---

In the time they had been together, really together, Aziraphale had brought him to his peak plenty of times. This, though, was different. The demon's head snapped back with a moan, and his entire body trembled, the feeling inside of him calling to mind the gorgeous explosion of light and stars from his nebula the day they'd first met.

A boneless feeling of satisfaction washed over him, and the hand in Aziraphale's hair loosened to simply stroke the soft curls he so adored. After taking a few moments to collect himself, Crowley managed at last to push himself back up with his elbow and meet Aziraphale's eyes with a love-drunk gaze.

#✦ flash bastard — ⊰crowley⊱ #ofginjxints #✦ x — ⊰nsft⊱ #{ idk if you saw my ooc post yesterday but I'm mobile for a few daysband cant trim posts sorry }

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Had it not been for the concerned furrow of his angel's brow, Crowley would have been perfectly content to lie there and luxuriate in the way Aziraphale's fingers combed through his hair. But when Aziraphale admitted that something was, indeed, troubling him, he sat up and placed a hand on his knee, waiting for him to work through his nerves and speak what was on his mind.

The demon's eyes widened for a second, and then he looked away. It had been so long, he often forgot about the scars entirely. He hadn't thought for even a moment to try to hide them, though now he wished he had. For reasons he could never quite put his finger on, even now that they were free from sides, he'd never wanted Aziraphale to know exactly how much he would endure or risk for his sake.

"...'Like being on a beach in bare feet' may have been...a bit of an understatement..."

"Hm," he glanced up at the ornate clock at his bedside, "yes, morning now." Though the sun hadn't quite come up yet. He paid it no mind though as he continued stroking his hair gently. He supposed it really ought not have been something he should have prodded. Crowley didn't show signs of being in pain and the scars, while nasty, did not look recent. Aziraphale ought to have let it lie like his demon, but the love and care bubbling within him was curious.

"Yes...I mean, no." He pursed his lips. "I couldn't help but notice something, but if I am prying please just let me know and I shan't bring it up until you wish to talk about it." He prefaced, waffling a little but he often did when he was nervous. "The soles of your feet..." He simply trailed off, not exactly knowing what to ask. What happened? Why haven't they healed? What was it? Were you hurt? Are you hurt still?

#✦ flash bastard — ⊰crowley⊱ #ofginjxints

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{ my flight keeps getting delayed so im grabbing overpriced drinks at the airport bar and have the misfortune of sitting next to the Wordt Men Ever }

#✦ x — ⊰ooc⊱ #{ had to stop one of them from berating the bartender } #{ and now theyre talking about how elon musk is sooooo smart and stuff } #{ and some other stuff that's just so. Conservative facebook boomer. } #{ yikes yikea yikes }

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Crowley's arms wrapped around Aziraphale's shoulders, and she let herself all but collapse against him, trusting he would keep them both upright. It was overwhelming, the amount of love she was feeling. She was almost certain she could feel the love radiating from Aziraphale, too, even though demons couldn't sense love the way angels could. Then again, they had never been typical for their kinds; if she were to learn that she was so attuned to her angel that she could feel his love like that, it would hardly be shocking.

"And you're mine," Crowley held Aziraphale's face with just the gentle tips of her fingers, handling him like glass, like something priceless and precious. "It's always been only you for me."

Aziraphale beamed like sunshine as he reached out for her left hand, he brought it up to his lips so he could press a soft kiss to her knuckles first. She was so loved, in every version of herself, of himself, Aziraphale had always gazed upon them with reverence and adoration, and now, with love.

He smiled widely as he slid the signet ring upon her fourth finger, and it was a perfect fit. Of course it was. "As though it had always belonged there." He commented with a sweet contented hum.

Standing to his feet again, he gazed into brilliant amber eyes as tears began to well in his eyes, his hands holding hers. "You are truly the love of my life - the love of all the different lives I have led on this wonderful planet." He was being soft, but he adored that he could be soft in front of his demon, soft for her.

#✦ flash bastard — ⊰crowley⊱ #ofginjxints #{ yet another one i wrote and then forgot to hit 'post' hgjfkdlsdkfjg im so sorry }

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{ Only a few hours until I head to the airport! I'll be with my best friend until Tuesday afternoon, and the laptop isn't coming with me. I may or may not have time to write (I know we have a few movies and shows we want to watch together, and I often need to multitask while I watch something, so I might get writing done then but no guarantees). I definitely won't be able to trim my posts, though.

Anything currently in my drafts will be trimmed down just in case I have time, but any new threads that start or replies that come in once I leave home today, I can't cut until I get home on Tuesday.

Inbox, as always, is open for not only memes but whatever questions or random interactions y'all feel like. Feel free to hit up my IMs or dis.cord (mutuals only, lmk who you are when you add; harlequeencos) if you want to chat ooc or plot.

See you all next week! Fingers crossed I can get him to watch s2 👀 }

#✦ x — ⊰ooc⊱ #{ he didn't LOVE s1 but I know him well enough to know he'd like s2 more }

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Crowley wondered briefly if Aziraphale was always so responsive, so vocal, or if it was something about him that made the angel behave this way. He knew what he wanted the answer to be, but that seemed something better left unexamined, even by himself. Not that he would have been able to give it much attention anyway; every thought in his head was of the angel underneath him. A pleasant shudder ran down his spine at the feeling of teeth against his skin.

"You sound so lovely when you beg, angel," the demon teased, drawing the very tip of his tongue up along the very edge of Aziraphale's ear.

He started slowly, though not as slowly as he had entered. A shallow rocking of his hips, enough to finally give them both a bit of what they'd been craving while still letting Aziraphale adjust to him. The hand not on Aziraphale's hip ran up and down the length of his thigh before hooking underneath it, gripping tightly as he picked up his pace just a bit.

The angel let out his loudest, most guttural moan yet as he felt Crowley opening him up. Fingers dug into the hand above his thigh, all sensations of the demon concentrated between his legs stretching him out so wonderfully. If there was any pain or discomfort it was overshadowed by the stars he was seeing in his mind's eye whilst they were closed, head tossed back.

Crowley moved achingly slow, but Aziraphale didn't want to rush him. Every moment was to be savoured when it felt so perfect. Finally, he felt full and he felt skin pressed against his own and a face next to his.

The angel's hands traced up the demon's back as they both simply felt one another. "Yes, yes..." He managed a whisper back, head turning to nip the skin at his neck. "Crowley...please, please I want to feel more." He uttered, legs wrapped around his middle and hands finding a home at his biceps to anchor himself. "Please, more."

#✦ flash bastard — ⊰crowley⊱ #ofginjxints #✦ x — ⊰nsft⊱

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The hand not tangled in Aziraphale's hair moved to grip the sheets at Crowley's side. The more Crowley unraveled beneath his angel's loving attention, the more vocal he became, a steady stream of yeses and pleases and angels and love yous mixed in with his panting and moaning. He was close, it was building, and then---

In the time they had been together, really together, Aziraphale had brought him to his peak plenty of times. This, though, was different. The demon's head snapped back with a moan, and his entire body trembled, the feeling inside of him calling to mind the gorgeous explosion of light and stars from his nebula the day they'd first met.

A boneless feeling of satisfaction washed over him, and the hand in Aziraphale's hair loosened to simply stroke the soft curls he so adored. After taking a few moments to collect himself, Crowley managed at last to push himself back up with his elbow and meet Aziraphale's eyes with a love-drunk gaze.

The tugging at his hair simply spurred the angel to continue with eyes closed in concentration, mouth wide open, his tongue licking and fucking the demon's slit salaciously. His thumb continued to circle, continuing the steady but messy rhythm between Crowley's legs.

He merely hummed in response to his beloved demon's plea. No singular part of him had the intention of stopping at all, even if his jaw started to feel an ache. It was a beautiful pain he was happy to endure in exchange for the unbridled joy of the one he loved beneath him.

He opened his eyes once more, gaze on the beautiful contorted face as he coaxed him closer, closer. He wanted Crowley to entirely unwind at his hands and lips, until all his thoughts were of him and him only.

#✦ flash bastard — ⊰crowley⊱ #ofginjxints #✦ x — ⊰nsft⊱

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Crowley had watched Aziraphale eat a great many times over the years. She liked seeing the angel happy, and she liked it even more considering she had been the one to first get her to try food in the first place. And of course, she took a particular type of enjoyment in Aziraphale's enjoyment; the little moans, the sighs, the blissful expressions, the way sometimes the tip of a pink tongue would slide across the silverware---

But Crowley had never actually fed anything to Aziraphale before. So when Aziraphale had leaned over to take the cocktail stick into her mouth without first taking it from the demon's hand, it was a wonder Crowley didn't somehow discorporate on the spot. Did she do that on purpose? No, that was ridiculous. She was an angel, after all, she wouldn't be flirting with a demon, especially not so suggestively.

"Another drink. Yeah. Sure." Crowley answered, words tumbling out quickly, and she didn't wait one second longer before slipping into the crowd to make a beeline for the open booth. Now that she wasn't under the angel's eyes, she hastily finished off her first drink, hoping to get the flush out of her face by the time her companion joined her.

Aziraphale chuckled at Crowley's apparent disdain for cherries, though she was the type to much prefer drinking than eating regardless. The angel's eyes practically glittered at the offer of her cherry and leaned over to wrap her lips around the cocktail stick. She plucked it happily and stood up straight, moaning as she did the last time. "I would say you're missing out but - more for me!"

She sipped at the cocktail, enjoying how sweet and strong it tasted. No wonder it was supposedly popular for so long as Crowley had mentioned. She always was the one of the two of them more attuned to popular culture.

Soon, she had somehow finished the whole drink, pouting again. "Oh dear, that went down a little too quickly." A giggle. "Would you care for another, Crowley? My treat, perhaps you could find us one of those booths? I think one just freed up." She alluded, just as she influenced a couple to leave their seats for some reason or another.

#✦ flash bastard — ⊰crowley⊱ #ofginjxints

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{ my flight is tomorrow and I'm only half packed 🙃 }

#✦ x — ⊰ooc⊱ #{ i'll be ok i have 6 hours between getting off work and my flight taking off but still stressing abt it }

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For as long as Crawley could remember, all the way back to their first meeting, there had been an endearing awkwardness to Aziraphale. Though he supposed he oughtn't think of it that way anymore, should he? Angels weren't meant to be seen as endearing to demons...

But then again, angels also weren't meant to sit with them and make small talk. So Crawley wasn't the only one bending the rules here. He wouldn't tell if Aziraphale didn't.

"Not sure yet," the demon answered candidly, leaning back on his hands and swinging one dangling leg. "Just supposed to make trouble, they didn't really give me any clearer instructions than that."

He'd think of something. Probably to do with that one off-limits tree in the middle of the Garden. But he was in no rush; the faster he did his job, the sooner he feared they'd call him back down, and he was in no hurry to slither back there.

"What about you though, O Guardian of the Eastern Gate?" There was a teasing note in his voice, though a strangely good-natured one. "What are you supposed to be guarding against? There's nothing outside to worry about getting in. And if the answer is demons, well, obviously, that hasn't worked out, has it?"

Aziraphale turned his head to meet Crawley's gaze, taking him in properly. It hadn't been entirely a shock to see him. He heard of his fall, as well as quite a few others around the same time. The Lord was quite merciless in Her actions, but Aziraphale was sure She had Her reasons, right?

"You're still you." He offered vaguely, not entirely sure what he had meant by it. But he had immediately recognised the demon if not by looks then simply by feeling. The angel tilted his head curiously at the comment. "Thank...you?" He smoothed out the fabric covering his knees absent-mindedly.

"So... what kind of demonic duties have you been sent to do up here?" Truth be told Aziraphale was trying to make small talk, but something in him winced as he realised it made him sound like he was trying to get information out of him. They were on opposing sides, after all. "I mean, I expect we shall thwart them regardless of whether you tell me or not." He tried to add, though realising he wasn't helping his case.

#✦ flash bastard — ⊰crowley⊱ #ofginjxints

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How Do You Need To Be Loved?

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#✦ crowley — ⊰musings & abouts⊱ #✦ x — ⊰dash games⊱ #{ JFC } #{ it's so accurate it hurts } #{ and to top it all off you're gonna hit me with HOW DEVILS LOVE ANGELS? } #{ SICK AND TWISTED }