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gojo-mochi · 6 months

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Asking JJK Men if you could watch them jerk off (Part 2; With: Nanami, Sukuna, and Choso)

CW: Fem!Reader!. Choso have facial Piercing and nipple piercings, usage of nicknames (Baby, darling, love, honey..). Sukuna’s part is a bit mean, light pain and pinching on his part. Lots of drooling/spit. Some choking. Vibrartos usage. Oral F!Recieving. Face sitting. Slight Angst on Choso’s part.

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A/N: Whew! After this one I’m gonna work on my dec fic catalog so imma be busy… gomen.. Part 1 here!

Nanami:

You miss him when he has to work overtime. He always wakes up early as well. Leaving you still wrapped in the blankets, swaddled and cozy, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead, and tucking some hair behind your ear. “I’ll see you later, my dear.” He whispered, careful not to wake you up. Some days you try to get the best of him, doing your best to wake up earlier or at least at the same time as him. But he easily trapped you back in the bed when you stumbled out to greet him as he’s getting dressed, putting the tie on, your arms hugging his waist as your head nuzzles the middle of his shoulders. His heartbeat a nice lullaby for your weary self. He chuckles softly at the feeling of your voice mumbling out, “Good morning…”.

Your eyes still closed to the world, he turns around and captures you in his arms, giving you more kisses this morning for your effort. Rubbing your noses together as he leans his forehead against yours and just takes in your scent. He stayed like this for a while, with you in his arms, gently swaying you back and forth. It was never enough, though. You both always craved more time together, but Nanami was always the bad guy in this situation. As he carries you up in his arms, princess style, placing you back in the bed as you complain, your hands catch on his tie as he gets the blanket and tucks you in.

His hand enveloped yours, bringing it up to his lips, kissing each knuckle with a spoken apology right after. He can’t promise you that he will be home early today, so he doesn’t say anything more, not wanting to lie and bring your hopes up. He leaves you in the bed once more, the warmth of it quickly fading away once Nanami leaves. You don’t hate him for it; you know he’s doing this for the both of you—for you and him to have an early retirement and live freely on the beach of Malaysia. Still, it was getting harder and harder without him, especially with his work being more demanding on him lately.

You got up later in the day, about an hour after Nanami left. You got ready for your own day, doing the daily items on your list, grocery shopping, cleaning, and everything else to keep your mind occupied. However, nearing the end of the day, Nanami still wasn’t home, giving you a heads-up in a text that he needed to stay after work again to finish a project. You sighed but texted him back that his dinner was on the counter and just needed warming up when he got back home. You resigned back to your empty bedroom, collapsing on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Thoughts of the morning come flooding to your mind—how vast and broad Nanami’s shoulders were when you hugged him.

How good he smelled just coming out of the shower; His hair was perfectly styled as usual but still damp in some areas that you just wanted to run your fingers through. The look he gave you as you tugged on his tie made you slip a hand down your shorts, starting to card through your folds as wetness built in between them. Your mind went to your sweet husband, wanting him now more than ever. Your hand went on autopilot as it picked up your phone and dialed his number. Nanami was a bit shocked to see you calling him so late; his heart skipped a beat, wondering if you were in danger. He hastily picks up your call, only to be greeted by your soft moans echoing thru the line. His pants immediately tightened up. “Honey, are you alright?” He breathes out, a part of him still worried. You respond with a gasp and another soft moan of his name. “Kento, I miss you. I need you so badly..” Nanami closed his eyes, his free hand balling into a fist on his thigh, irritated at his boss and work for keeping him away from his sweet, pretty wife. “Can I see you?” You whimpered out, a finger slipping in your core as you asked him.

Nanami looked around him; the office was dark, and the only illumination was the glow from his desktop. He takes the phone and leans it back against his desktop, pressing the video call button. Laid back on the bed with your phone close to your face, you get a nice view of Nanami’s flushed face as the video turns on. His hands come to undo his ties as his baritone voice calls to you. “Show me the mess you’re making, darling.” Your eyes flutter at his command, angling the phone down to show Nanami how you’re playing with yourself. “Only using your hands? Go get that toy I brought you for your birthday, love.”

You groan, slipping out your soaked fingers and taking this time to fully take off your shorts as you go find the cute little pink vibrartor that Nanami gifted you a while back. You showed it to him on the camera as he praised you, but before you turned it on, you asked him meekly. “Can I see you touch yourself too?” He raises an eyebrow at that, sucking in a breath. you think that was the wrong move to make and were about to retract your question when Nanami takes his phone back in his hand and scoots back in his chair. Giving you a full view of the tent bulging in his suit pants, his other hand undoing his belt. “We’ll do it together, alright?”

You nodded even though Nanami couldn't see you at the moment. Though he could hear the small vibrations as you turned on the bullet, you sat up on the bed, back against the headrest, legs spread. One hand angling the phone towards the front of your pussy while the other holds the bullet close to the clit. You wait for Nanami to be done first, your eyes never leaving your phone screen, as you watch the veins on his hand moving along with his fingers as he unzips and brings out his leaking cock. His watch on his wrist jiggles a little as he brings his cock up to full mast.

Palming the front of his cock as Nanami timbres out, “Slowly now, dear, I want to see you twitch for me.” Your body moved on his words alone, bringing the little bullet directly on your clit, following his directions as Nanami started to lightly fist the tip of his cock in his hand. “Do it in circles like how I did it, love, mmm, good girl..” A deep sigh comes from Nanami as he watches you soak the vibrartor, “God-fuckkk, bet you wish that was my hand, don’t you, dear?” He slowly starts to palm at his whole length this time, twisting his hand at the base the way he’s like you to do it.

“I've been neglecting you, haven’t I? I’m sorry, dear, I’ll make it up as soon as I’m home.”

“I’ll make sure that your pussy still remembers the shape of my cock in her.”

“I miss your pretty mouth on me too, and I miss tasting you as well.”

“Fuck-I think I’ll take the whole day off tomorrow and spend them between your legs.”

Nanami’s dulcet and deep voice made you all the wetter, your hand covered in your own arousal as he commanded you to keep the bullet on your clit. The video was shaking as you started to feel a tightness in your belly, one that you needed for a long time. “Ken-Kento!” He groans out with you, as his name falls from your sweet lips. “That's it, my love, I want to see you squirt for me.” With that final push, your thighs buck up as you squirt in front of the camera, wetting your phone, leaving droplets of your juice on the camera lens.

A cute whine came from you as you calmed down, throwing the bullet to the side and bringing the phone back up to your face. Nanami praised you once more for being such a good girl, hissing softly as he pushed his cock back in his pants. When you questioned him about why he didn’t finish, He replies, “I can’t waste any of my cum here, I plan to fill you up when I’m home, so be a good girl and keep her nice and wet for me..”

Sukuna:

You thought he would deny you when you asked him. Thinking of something along the lines of; “Huh? Why would I use my own hands when I have your pretty mouth to use whenever I want?”. You were pleasantly surprised but wary when Sukuna agreed to do it so readily, that handsome but very punchable smirk wormed its way into his face as he crooned at you. “Who am I to deny my sweet girl her needs~?” He leans back, propping his elbow on the chair and resting his cheek on it as he stares down at you. A soft and delicate pout forming on his feature, his eyebrow creasing in so slightly as he asked you, asked, not commanded, “Could you help me get ready for it though, sweetness?”

Your senses were screaming at you that this was a very horrible and obvious trap. But how could you resist those sweet, honeyed words, even if they were coming from a fanged mouth with a snake tongue. “Of course I’ll help.” And with that, the pact was sealed, and so was your fate. Sukuna yanks you on his lap the moment your words end, pulling you flush against his chest, facing forward so you couldn’t see the wicked grin on his face as he tears your clothes apart with his pointed fingernails. “Kuna!” You try to get off of his lap, but he easily traps you in with one bicep around your middle as his other hand wraps around your neck.

A firm hold with little pressure behind it, only a light squeeze as a warning not to act up again. “You said you were going to help me, right?” He didn’t give you the right to respond, forcing your head up and down in a nod as he cooed at you, praising you like you were the one that answered. “Good, now shut up and do as I say.” He lets go of your throat, letting the tip of his fingernail swipe along the side as another warning to behave. He finishes tearing at your shirt and your shorts, leaving you only in tattered dressing and your undies. His bicep flexes taunt as he leers down at your body.

A small growl emitting from his chest, the rumbling felt directly on your back, sending shivers throughout your body. He plays with your bra for a bit, cupping the fabric and thumbing over the part right over your nubs. Making you squirm and wiggle right on his bulge as he ruts up into you. Almost making you bounce off if not for his arm draped around your center, yanking you back in each time. A wet spot was already forming in the middle of your panties from all the friction Sukuna was giving you. He let out a booming chuckle, licking a stripe down your neck to your shoulder and nipping at your bra straps, his sharp canines breaking it apart easily.

Switching sides to bite at the other strap and tossing your now broken and useless bra to the side, you thought about scolding him for doing that, since bras are not cheap, but any form of coherence was also tossed away as his nails came back to rip at your soaked panties now. Leaving you fully exposed on Sukuna’s lap, he placed your thighs over his so he could spread you apart, his fingers coming to do the same on your soaked lips. Your arms hugged around the bicep that was holding you down, biting back a yelp as Sukuna’s nails poked and prodded at your clit.

A thin line between pain and pleasure was forming, a line that Sukuna knew exactly how to thread. Pushing you to the brink of tears by pinching at it, only to soothe away the pain by softly rubbing your clit. Collecting your arousal on the rough pads of his thumb and forefinger, nipping at the soft flesh of your neck, leaving marks that will stay there for days. Once he deems you wet enough, he’ll take away his hand, leaving your pussy to flutter and clench over nothing, your arms squeezing onto his bicep still, weak and restrained to Sukuna’s whims. Sukuna stood up with you still held on his chest, only for a short while, as he undoed the tie on his robe, wearing no boxers or any kind of undies underneath.

His cock springs out, heavy, red, and leaking, curving up slightly towards you. He’ll sit back down, making sure your thighs are spread open again, and tap his cock against your soaked entrance. Coating the back of his cock with your juices for a bit, even nudging the tip against your throbbing clit as you claw at his bicep, sweet whimpering pleas spilling out of your lips as you begged him for more. “Kunaaaaaa.” He nipped at your ear at your whining, “Hush, brat. We haven’t even gotten to the show yet.” You felt him smirk against your skin as he cupped your chin, forcing you to open your mouth and face downward.

Getting a full view of his cock lined up by your entrance, his breath caresses your ear as he utters out. “Drool on it, brat. Make it sloppy, and don’t you dare spit, or else.” With his fingers squishing your cheeks in, making your lips parts open. You couldn’t form a reply, only feeling a wave of hot embarrassment overcome you as you felt salvia pool inside your mouth. You gurgle out something, trying to jolt your head away from this shame,only for Sukuna to tighten his hold on you. Pushing your head down further as a languid string of spit sluggishly comes out.

It drips all the way down, still connected to your lips, as it hits the tip of Sukuna’s thick head. You could only watch, mortified, as the rest of your drool came out, some of it splitting off and hitting your belly. The sensation made you do a gurgling sort of whimper. Sukuna tugs your head back against his shoulder, pleased with the outcome. Laughing outright at the look on your face, “Aww, is the brat ashamed?” He crooned at you, fingers still pinching in on your cheeks as he licked away some of the slobber left on your chin. Only to leave his own wet spit on there. “Chin up, sweetie, the show can finally begin now~”

He looks down, trailing his huge hand down from your cheeks, to your chest, to your stomach, and finally on his heated cock. Fisting it up and down slowly, rutting his hips up a bit, to bounce up forward so your pussy was grinding on it as he jerked himself off. The veins and girth of his cock were enough to make you mewl out in pleasure. Your soft, needy mews falling together with Sukuna’s low groans. It didn’t take long for Sukuna to stop using his hands, opting to bring your thighs together and squish the soft plush flesh around his length. Bouncing his legs up and down and basically using your thighs as his fleshlight.

A hand comes down in between to rub and pinch at your clit some more, not stopping once you were on the edge this time, your body writhing in his hold, arching off his chest as you cream all over his cock. Clenching over nothing as your legs still held together, his hot cock ready to burst soon after you. With a guttural growl, Sukuna’s releases his cum, spilling all over the top of your thigh. This isn’t exactly what you asked for but who are you to question the King? Not you, especially not when your mind was going blank as he began to push his fat tip inside… “Now for my reward, you're lucky I’m so giving, brat…”

Choso:

Choso was the sweetest, most caring, and most dedicated boyfriend you could ask for. He was a little bit clingy at times, but you enjoyed the attention he gave you. Your sweet, lovable, big guard dog of a boyfriend that looms over your shoulder silently whenever you’re talking to strangers or even your friends outside .His stern demeanor only cracks when his younger brother is around, his shoulders less tense but still placing a hand on your waist as a reminder to everyone of who you belong to. His fingers twitch a little whenever Yuji comes too close to you or gives you a bear hug.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves that you get along with his brothers so closely, the idea of all of you being a close family together makes his heart swell. Though there was always that little nagging voice in the back of Choso’s head, stating that you’re too good for him and that you’ll leave him one day. So he always stands near you, a hand on you, the need to feel you there on his skin, to feel the blood coursing thru your veins, to know that you’re still here with him. Any stranger looking at the two of you would think that Choso would be the mean and domineering type of boyfriend.

With his multiple facial piercings, shadowy and ominous aura, and the dark makeup around his eyes, he gives off a pretty bad first impression. When it’s just the two of you alone, in the privacy of your own home. Choso turns from a menacing guard dog to a whiny puppy, always craving your attention. The two of you were relaxing on the bed, Choso on top of you, snuggling against your soft belly as you carded your finger thru his hair, the twin tails he usually wears gone. His hair cascading down his face, framing him in a way that makes him seem so vulnerable.

Your hand falls down to Choso’s cheek, and he nuzzles straight into it like a kitten, you snort at the feeling, his metallic piercing brushing against the palm of your hand. You lean up on your elbow, biting your lips as you go to ask Choso a question that has been lingering on the back of your mind for a while now. “Cho?” Your voice calls out to him, like a siren calling out into the misty sea. He squishes his cheek on your hand as he holds it closer, “Mm? Yeah, baby?’ His husky voice rings out, laced with a bit of tiredness that made it drop an octave deeper.

Drool pooled in your mouth at the sight of your sweet boyfriend, looking at you so intently and filled with love. You pushed on forward, “I wanted to ask you something for a while now..” He raised an eyebrow at you but stayed silent, waiting for you to finish your sentence. Can I watch you jerk off, Cho?” You hear a strangled noise coming from the back of Choso’s throat as he starts choking a bit on his spit, surprised at your question. You smack his back to help him recover, he sits back up on the bed, looking at you with wide eyes. “You wanna watch me?”

He points to himself, shocked that you wanted to watch someone like him do the deed. Choso's image of himself was not very kind, he didn’t understand why someone like you would enjoy seeing him do that sort of thing, but he obliged, seeing the soft look in your eyes. “Ok, then can I ask something of you too?” His obsidian eyes glance around nervously, “Can you please sit on my face while you watch?” Now it was your turn to get shocked. “Won’t I be too heavy? I mean, I don't wanna crush you, Cho..” A low chuckle comes out from him; “First off, I don’t think you could crush me and secondly if I do die, I’ll die the happiest I've ever been.” He leans over to you, pressing a hot kiss on your lips.

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, sucking on it greedily, tasting you and pushing you closer with a hand on the back of your neck. He parts from you, his eyes glazed over with a different kind of darkness as he takes in your vision. With another nip at your lips he asks; “So is that a yes then?” He sighs out, you nod in return, grabbing his shoulders and switching places with him. Pushing him on the bed, as you work on his pants, pulling them with haste, Choso chuckles once more, helping you by bending his knee as you throw the pants over his feet.

Leaving him in only his black boxer, a delicious bulge already forming in the middle. Choso took you by the hands before you could do anything to him, “Come on, baby..” He ushered you to stand up on top of him, moving so you were facing the opposite side so you could watch him. You stripped yourself of your own pants and panties, kneeling down, your thighs on either side of Choso’s head, his hair tickling your thighs a little. You were hovering right over his face as Choso started to palm at his boxer, He whimpered out a needy, "Please, baby, just come down, I can take it, please.” He was feeling frisky just upon seeing your wet cunt.

“Last chance to stop me.” You drawls out, a part of you wanting him to tell you to stop but a deeper part of you wanting to smother him already. Choso grips on your waist with his free hand, guiding you down on his awaiting mouth. Inhaling your scent upon contact, his tongue flattens itself on your folds, groaning at your taste. His hand slipped down his boxer as his cock flopped out heavily on his stomach. Choso ate you out before, but this position was different, and you could never get used to the feeling of his cold piercings on your sensitive skin, especially the tongue piercing that he had. The small metallic ball smoothing itself on your folds and hitting your clit was fervor.

You almost forgot to keep your eyes open, getting too lost in the haze of pleasure from Choso’s tongue. You steadied yourself by placing your hands on his pecs, squeezing at them softly, finding the bumps of his nipple’s piercing, and tugging at them softly. Eliciting a moan from the man’s mouth, his hands covered in various rings of different sizes and shapes looked so divine as he started fisting his pale cock. Slow and steady, with some stutters in between. He eats you out, like your pussy was an oasis in a vast desert. Tongue working in overdrive, trying to get every last drop of your essence in his mouth even though most of it was spilling all over his face.

He taps your waist a bit as he pulls away just for a bit to tell you; “Mo-move your hips, baby. I want you to ride me, please.” He takes his hand away from your waist to rub circles on your clit as his nose is back to being buried in your core and his tongue lapping at your clit. You whined, feeling a tightness start to coil inside you already, you still did as he told you to, bucking your hips back and forth on his face. Your eyes water, barely able to see Choso squeezing at his own cock, the precum leaking out, coating his hand.

Making it easier for him to fuck his fist, the wet noises of Choso’s jerking off and the slurping noises of him eating you out were combined with his low grunts and whines and your whimpers. Both of you were already nearing the end, your hips pressing down on his face as you lost control of your senses, Choso knew exactly where to press his tongue piercing on to you to make you give the best reactions. He was so pussydrunk on you that he barely even realized that he was about to cum too. Your hands dug into his chest even more, your thighs squeezed his head, covering his ears so he could hear a little bit of your pitched moan as you gushed all over his face.

Choso’s hand seemed to move on autodrive as he gulped up everything he could in the moment, his own hips bucking up into his fist as hot rope of cum spilled out on his thigh, spurting out a few more as he stopped moving his hand. You both stayed in that position for a while, breathing out heavily. However when you make a move to get up, Choso’s hand finds its way back on your waist bringing you down. “Wait, stay with me for a bit, I can handle it.” His tongue folded itself back on your cunt, licking a strip up and down your sensitive flesh. You mewled out at the contact, thighs shivering already but his grip on you was tight.

His cock was still hard and heavy on his stomach, but he didn’t care for it at the moment. “This time, just let me eat for a while, ok, baby?” “You taste so good, I wanna drown in you…”

#₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ softy writes #softy write #nanami smut #sukuna smut #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #nanami x reader #sukuna x reader #choso x reader

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intenseperpetualbrainrot · 6 months

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The casting of Michael Sheen and David Tennant for good omens was artful, and not just in a "they did a real good job" way.

The thing about queer media is that it's not just the film. When an actor does a queer film, regardless of whether they're queer themselves, they're somehow taken as a Representative Of The Alphabetti Spaghetti. So, to star in queer media you have to be morally rock solid, unable to be found fault with, or it seems to set queer people back? Which is ridiculous.

David Tennant is SUCH a household name, literally has been Doctor Who, and doesn't use the internet enough to care about some transphobes on shitter sorry twit sorry xitter. For him to do gomens is wild but also meant that my father, who wasn't homophobic but apathetic, has now watched queer media and vaguely understood queer issues. (This may in part be because of his queer daughter, but regardless.)

Michael Sheen is an actual angel in real life. "I give all my profit to charity" right Sheen, give the rest of us a bit of generosity- oh, and he's sold his house. For him to do queer media means nobody's finding faults in his character. For him to do queer media means it's not just another excuse for people to discriminate against queer people. Also, for him to do so well at it? Like yes, you stare at David Tennant with lovesick eyes (I mean we're all doing it, but none of us TO HIS FACE ON CAMERA WHEN WE STILL HAVE TO WORK WITH HIM-)

Anyway just a few thoughts. They rattled around my brain for a bit like tumbleweeds and I might not have expressed this well but have them.

#tumbleweed thoughts #good omens #good omens season two #good omens season one #david tennant #michael sheen #michael sheen is an angel irl #its gonna suck if hes a terrible persln #queer #queer media #i heart gomens #gomens #neil Gaiman is so wise #what a dudebro mojodojocasahouse kinda standup fella

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raz-writes-the-thing · 7 months

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Better Hurry

Crowley x Fem!Reader18+ ONLY / requests are: open and encouraged

Summary: Based on no. 22 from this prompt list: “if i have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

CW: blowjobs, oral (m receiving), dom!Crowley, slight force used, female reader

Gomens Tag List: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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You’re playing with fire. You know that. Or, well, would it be Hellfire? Either way, you’re playing with it and fire, no matter what kind- always burns. You should know better by now, and yet, you never seem to take the lessons on and retain them. No matter, maybe you’ll take it to heart next time.

Probably not.

Crowley is driving you home after having spent all day in the bookshop with him and Aziraphale. They’d said you should stay for the night, but you had a cat at home that needed feeding. You were worried she might just take you out as soon as you opened the door, actually. Maybe you’d send Crowley in first. Invite him in under the pretense of a coffee and then leave him to the mercy of your cat.

Currently, you have your hand splayed over Crowley’s denim-clad thigh. You’d laid it there innocently enough at first, but as your mind tended to do, it strayed. Innocent thigh touching had grown into absent-minded stroking, had turned into groping, had turned into your fingers delicately sliding up towards his crotch and squeezing.

“If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week,” the Demon growls, eyes glinting dangerously at you from behind his shades. You smother a grin as best you can, and give him another firm squeeze, loving the way you can feel him thickening under your hand. “Then again, that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Your half-smothered smile drips into a confused little frown.

“What do you mean, love?”

“I mean- you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Bet that was your plan. Get me all worked up just so I’d fill that pretty cunt with my cum?”

You can't help the way your thighs rub together at the thought. Crowley tuts knowingly, taking one hand off the wheel to reach down and unbutton his jeans. You move your hand out of the way, watching hungrily, but when he doesn’t pull the car over, your frown deepens.

“Mm- right- you’re so desperate for it, Pet? Go on, put my cock in that pretty mouth.”

You bite your lip, undoing your seatbelt and twisting in the seat so you could lean over properly. You take the base of him in one hand, and press a soft kiss to the tip. Crowley grunts, cock twitching in your fist.

“You little tease,” he grinds out, fingers tightening on the wheel of the Bentley. You chuckle airily and swirl your tongue over the tip. Crowley sighs with pleasure and fights the urge to press your head down on him.

Sensing his growing frustration, you open your mouth wide enough to fit him inside, swallowing him down one inch at a time.

“Oh, Pet- fuck,” Crowley says blissfully. Your lips twitch with the hint of a smirk as you get him down to the back of your throat. What’s left of him sits in your fist. He’s too long to fit the whole way inside, unfortunately.

Hollowing your cheeks, you begin to bob your head, wrapping your lips around him so tight you can feel the thick vein on the underside of his cock on your bottom lip. The Demon groans, hand coming to wrap in your hair forcefully.

“Maybe, if you’re- ngk- good- I’ll fuck you when we get back.”

You whimper around him, the vibrations travelling up his nerves and causing him to white-knuckle the wheel.

You flatten your tongue and slide it up the length of him before taking him back inside your mouth. He puts his foot on the gas pedal, revelling in the thrill of it.

“Fuck, Pet- just like that, mm?”

You pull out all the tricks in the book, all the things you know make him go crazy for you, and it doesn’t take long before he’s gripping fistfuls of your hair and bucking his hips up into your throat so he can spill his seed.

“Fuck, swallow it,” he grunts, not letting his grip go on you. You do as you’re told, swallowing as best you can. He lets go and you come up for air, tears streaming down your cheeks and a flushed glow radiating from you. “Filthy thing, aren’t you?”

A little of his cum that you couldn’t swallow drips off your lower lip and you press forward to kiss him on the cheek. He smirks despite himself.

“Naughty thing, too. Alright, tell you what, Pet- if you can make yourself finish on your pretty fingers by the time we get back, I’ll fuck you good and proper after.”

You gasp, biting your lip. “And if I can’t?”

“You’ll just have to go without then, won’t you.”

It’s not a question, but a statement. Your fingers trail down towards the apex of your thighs as he speeds up even further. You won’t have long.

“Better hurry, Pet.”

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fenrislorsrai · 2 months

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contritecactite- + Final Fantasy: VII, XII, XV, Ace Attorney 5-10K fic up to E OR 5K podfic of your work up to M rating- interested in trans & nonbinary character, F/F, polyships, and canon compliant/fill in the gap in canon type fics- go get you some RADIO omens. and Book Omens. writes very caring stuff... and sometimes caring is a good healing fuck.

accidentaldemon- under 5k up to E rating- interested in polyships, trans & nonbinary characters, and humans AUs- do you need some Crowley & Young Shadwell fic? AccidentalDemon has you covered.

TawnyOwl- 5-10K up to E rating- loves AUs where they meet and find they're perfect for each other in a new and special way.

SeedsofWinter +Our Flag Means Death + Venture Brothers- Fan Labor for up to E rating. (length depends on final bid value) Deep content editor. Goes way beyond the basic spelling and grammar check. This is a draft editor to help fill in missing scenes and fix pacing. Has run several zines as the editor! Interested in trans /nb characters, polyships, f/f, reader insert, unhappy endings, and RARE PAIRS.

Ngk_is_cool - under 5K up to T- TV or Book Omens! time for all those secondary character to shine! anything but a/c. especially interested in ace and queerplatonic relationships. do you want a fic with some footnotes like the book?

Shaninal- under 5K up to M rating- A/C in some canon complaint fluff and humor. OR beta read for 5-10K up to E rating for Good Omens, Percy Jackson, or Miraculous Lady Bug

EdosianOrchids- 3 options! 2 soft & fluffy up to 5K and one 5-10K hurt/comfort. TV or Book Omens. especially known for chronic pain, disability, and PTSD focused fics. Come and get some HEALING and comfort for the chronic issues. also does aspc fics.

HKBlack- 10-20K up to E rating. Interested in trans/nb characters. Love AUs with a happy ending. THERE WILL BE PUNS. SO MANY PUNS

This is only a partial sampling go see the whole Good Omens tag

and if you are have a gomens offering not listed here, feel free to add in reblogs! Let's give some charities some money!

#good omens #fandom trumps hate #book!omens #radio!omens #fanfic #fanart

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gene im so glad you said this cause I haven't seen anyone else comparing it to the book as source material for like character and tone but i am So sure that if terry was alive the season would not be like this but i fear good omens fans dont realise how big a factor the lack of terry's influence is?? or like they forget that good omens was never just neilman???

ok before i go any further: i rly don't want to detract from anyone's enjoyment of the season and everything im going to say comes from a place of love for a) the original novel (& season 1 to a certain extent bc it got me back into it lol) and b) tv as a medium so like peace and love on planet let people enjoy things etc etc

but

like u said, terry's influence on the book was enormous – what makes gomens gomens is the balance of his genuine warmth and precise understanding of humanity tempered with neilman's sardonic voice and general like.....savvy approach to storytelling? i guess u could call it? anyway what rly helps the book is that it took them years to write it, passing ideas back and forth and rewriting each other's work until their voices blended seamlessly and a well structured capital-s Story was created. when i praise the book for being self-contained i think a huge part of that comes from the circumstances in which it emerged: two authors with complementary styles writing in a v particular time period where they had both the space to play with their ideas and the constraints of the novel as a storytelling format from which to craft something extremely specific.

adaptations are a tricky business and a tv version of gomens produced literal decades after the book was always going to have some unique challenges, but i don't think that's a bad thing bc the challenges could prove to be creative opportunities to take both the established audience and those new to the story by surprise. my biggest hot take here is that i don't think translating a story into a different medium means it has to follow the original narrative exactly, bc each medium has its own ways of communicating information and these structures, rules and traditions in turn inform what that story is. what matters more than following a story beat-by-beat is capturing what that story is about at its core, what themes and messages and ideas it works through and how.

all this is to say i never expected tv gomens to be a perfect reproduction of the book and if it had it been, it probably would have been worse off for it. that being said, there are parts of the book – like u said, its tone and character – that needed to have some fidelity in order to pull it off, and for the most part s1 did that bc it was still working predominantly within the bounds of the novel & its core ideas. while i did have some issues w how neilman & amazon adapted some details and characterisations, i generally rly liked s1 – it reminded me of why i loved the book and it was just generally fun to watch.

s2 was. not that fun to watch

a few positives before i go ham w the critiques:

the hair & makeup + costumes were fantastic (although i feel like s1 was slightly better re: makeup?)

the sound design & score made some of the more awkward scenes bearable and thats no mean feat imo

david & michael gave incredible performances w what they were given – michael especially managed to salvage aziraphale enough that his complete 180 didnt feel completely tonally dissonant (more on this later)

the detail of the sets is NUTS and i genuinely want to see more of hell bc of how intricate and fun the props look

i actually like gabriel/beelzebub!! their getting together montage worked for me, although they could have spent sliiiightly more time establishing what it is they like abt each other so much + why gabriel wanted to stop armageddon 2.0 so suddenly

the opening scene, although not on par w the novel's & s1's, was visually gorgeous and thematically resonant (although neilman owes me royalties for ripping it off from this shitty fic i wrote back when raphael!crowley was all the rage lol)

now w THAT being said:

like i said yesterday, the pacing was fucking awful. flashbacks are hard to work w at the best of times and the way they were used in this season felt so needless, especially the 40s one in ep 4 that takes up like 90% of the episode. in both flashbacks + present day there were scenes that dragged for no real reason, dialogue that looped back around on itself to stretch out the runtime, and weirdly enough places where there should have been character & plot work where there just,, wasn't any?? for example, maggie & nina's night locked in the café – some parts of the dialogue in later episodes made out that they'd had some rly deep conversation abt how they feel about each other or even that they'd had an affair, but that isn't clear from those scenes in the café. i'm not saying we had to see that conversation in its entirety but that there needed to be more connective details – either in dialogue or direction – that gave that part of the story coherence.

(there were pacing issues w the editing too but i don't want to jump down the editor's throats on this one bc im more focused on writing & direction issues)

the second major problem that i mentioned in my tags yesterday is the protagonist shift, which is an issue that started in s1. aziraphale & crowley are side characters in book gomens – significant ones, yeah, but still somewhat peripheral to adam (& anathema who counts as a deuteragonist imo). this works incredibly well w who they are as characters: they're Just Some Guys who happen to be involved in this epic biblical-level bureaucratic nightmare and importantly, they don't want to be in the spotlight. the arrangement was created so that they could explore what it meant to be themselves away from the Big Narrative; literally any time they get involved in larger affairs is bc the plot is alive and caught them unionising on company time. the last fucking chapter is adam (& god) being like haha u guys are alright keep it sleezy and letting them go. like. hello. neil u let them go.

but then!! tv gomens s1 does something interesting at the end w the body swapping addition that i dont totally hate – it gives aziraphale & crowley the extra bit of character work that brings them slightly more adjacent to their book selves. see i kinda view tv a/c as the younger, less settled versions of book a/c; they're still caught up in the immediacy of being key players and haven't fully realised that earth is their home. i haven't watched s1 in a while but one scene i remember rly clearly is crowley throwing all those astronomy texts in the air and angsting abt when he was an angel; i remember it bc his anguish in that scene feels a lot newer and rawer than book crowley's feelings about falling. when tv a/c do their bodyswap, it gives them the chance to land a blow against heaven/hell in a way that solidifies their allegiance to earth in a way that more closely resembles what book a/c have been abt the entire time (still adjacent, though. not parallel).

the reason why this works is that it does one final pivot to orient aziraphale and crowley as almost-main characters in a manner that makes sense in relation to a) their book selves and b) the position the tv show has placed them in. a combination of factors made tv a/c feel a lot less mature than their book counterparts but at the end of s1 they're sort of facing the same direction the book ended in, albeit through their own flashy late 2010s means.

when s2 was announced i was.......apprehensive bc to me, that felt like a satisfactory ending. i get the impression that amazon saw how wildly successful the adaptation was and was like oh shit we could make way more money out of this and neilman, having all those undead darlings that he and terry killed in the process of whittling the book into a workable novel, jumped at the chance to resurrect all those half-realised ideas. but not only were those ideas probably discarded for a reason, they've either been laying in wait for years unworked or they're new inventions, which means they weren't molded in the way that the book had been. like i said before, book gomens underwent years of rewrites and creative collaboration, and i think that process was what made it so good; s2 didn't have that. even if some of terry's ideas made it into s2, his influence is still missing bc he and neilman weren't in dialogue the same way they were in the book (and in some ways s1 bc i know terry was involved in the process of adapting gomens to screen before his death).

i don't think it's a case of newer fans forgetting terry so much as it is the context of terry's involvement being so removed from the current circumstances that certain aspects & discourses (i.e. is the s2 finale queerbaiting (no), does binge watching change the viewership experience (yes), etc etc) about the show overshadow other discussions that would usually be taking place. and before anyone says it's a case of neilman forgetting terry, i definitely don't think it's that either bc thats. yknow. wildly disrespectful. but also there are larger systems and structures at play than one writer no matter how much beef i have w him and his decisions, bc ultimately he's just one guy (a powerful and wealthy guy, but just a guy) and there's a wider cultural shift happening rn towards rehashing old stories without understanding what made them successful in the first place, and that same culture just doesn't allow for much, if any, constructive discourse analysis

so yeah

#replies.txt #Anonymous #god this is so long and rambling i hope it makes sense lmaooo #i have further thoughts on the general fic-y feeling of the season but that wasnt rly anon's question so i'll save that for another time #good omens #good omens spoilers

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theeminentlyimpractical · 8 months

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#oh ok we’re doing this again #my one true love the ox rib scene #please don’t let him know please let us have our fun #y’all parasocially unwell #in my shitposting era now i guess #good omens #good omens 2 #good enough for gomens work

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ticklishfiend · 5 months

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prompting my own gomens tickle content im so desperate—crowley is bothering aziraphale for attention (maybe while aziraphale is trying to read or bake or organize or something) until my man is thrown into the bookshop couch and tickled to pieces for being such an annoying little shit. discuss. (ideally this is a recurring event because we know crowley wants attention no matter how he gets it) -🍓, n

happy holidays!! hope you like it <33

Aziraphale took a slow, deep breath. In and out.

“Was that really necessary?”

Crowley snickered behind him, “What, I thought you liked when it snows?”

Aziraphale huffed, brushing off the flour Crowley had sprinkled onto his shoulders. He refused to turn and look at him, because right now he did not need that mischievous demon to see the smile he was fighting off.

“Well, I prefer when the snow is actually snow. Like on a perfect Christmas day!” He glanced over his shoulder with a cheeky side-eye, “You’re making a mess of my best garments.”

Crowley snorted, “Best garments my arse, you’ve had that one for, what, 100-somethin’ years now? You ask me, it’s about time you get a new wardrobe.”

Aziraphale decided against responding, instead going back to kneading his dough. It was silent only for a moment before he heard Crowley suck his teeth.

“You’re boring. Dreadfully boring. The hell do you expect me to do, wait for bread to rise that I won’t even eat? Like watching paint dry…” He heard pacing footsteps behind him now.

“You don’t have to stay. I’m just trying to keep busy, you’re the one who decided today was the perfect one for a rainstorm-“

“Because I thought it’d give us some ffffuckin’… some alone time, angel,” Crowley mumbled in slight embarrassment and frustration, leaning against the wall and staring daggers into Aziraphale’s back. “Didn’t realize you hated spending time with me so much…”

Aziraphale couldn’t hold back a fond chuckle at his pouty demon, molding his dough to perfection. “Is that not what we’re doing right now? Spending time with one another?” He loved making Crowley work for it sometimes, especially when Crowley’s been so (endearingly) annoying.

Crowley grumbled, but Aziraphale felt arms wrap around his waist only moments later, a head resting on his shoulder. “Not the way I wanted, though.”

“Must you always get your way?”

Crowley chuckled, giving a kiss to Aziraphale’s ear and whispering, “My way’s the more fun one and you know it.”

Aziraphale flushed, but otherwise gave no reaction. He continued to knead, and felt a bit flustered at how intently Crowley watched his hands work.

He felt hot air against his ear once more, “You’re very good at that, angel,” Crowley hummed, kissing behind his ear, “Got such a way with your hands.”

Aziraphale tucked his lips in, his hands slowing, “You’re distracting me, Crowley. Quit.”

Crowley chuckled darkly, “Whaaaat, I’m just observing!”

“Yes, well, you’re very talkative for someone who’s ‘just observing,’” Aziraphale was ready to let his dough rest when he felt the arms at his waist squeeze tighter.

“Can’t help myself. You’re a bit easy to tease,” Crowley snickered, biting at the lobe. Aziraphale gasped softly, fingers nearly pinching at the dough. It tickled, and Crowley wouldn’t stop even when Aziraphale started squirming away and huffing. The demon knew he was tickling, even blowing air into the ear to make Aziraphale squeak, before finally the angel-

“Okay, I think I’ve had enough,” he said through a breathy giggle.

“Enough of what? M’not doing anything,” Crowley pinched Aziraphale’s sides, purposefully tickling him now. Aziraphale couldn’t help but yip at the tickle, how frustratingly embarrassing, and finally he snapped.

Aziraphale whipped around, grabbing his leather collar and pushing Crowley’s chest towards the door, leading him back towards the living room.

The demon’s eyes were wide,“Gotten impatient, have you? Someone can’t handle a little—oh-!” Crowley yelped as he stumbled backwards, “Ohohoh, excited are we?”

Aziraphale wore a smug grin as he used more force to push Crowley against the couch, “You’re very persistent.”

“I try,” Crowley gleamed, leaning his smug head back against his hands, “I mean it worked, right?”

Aziraphale just hummed, crawling on Crowley’s waist with his intentions seeming obvious. The demon chuckled, prideful over another successful temptation. He pressed his hands into Aziraphale’s thighs, smoothing the pants with his palms.

Aziraphale gently took Crowley’s wrists, bringing them above Crowley’s head and meeting their faces in the middle. “Oh, it’s that kinda night, is it?” Crowley mumbled against Aziraphale’s lips. He felt the weight lift off his wrists, but since it seemed his angel was taking a more, mhm, controlling role tonight, he kept his hands where they were.

Aziraphale said nothing in return, if only humming in affirmation. After all, he was a little busy making sure his hands tracked down the demon's body to that verrrry specific spot on his lower ribs. And Crowley remained none the wiser, still caught in trying to keep his hands up and off Aziraphale (which was agonizingly hard, how he’d love to stroke his soft cheek with his thumb, or scratch along his back, or maybe even keep up his cheeky streak and tickle his—)

“GahK-“ Crowley choked, nearly biting Aziraphale in the lip. He jerked, pinned under Aziraphale’s weight as he felt fingers pinching into his fucking ribs, that sneaky little- “Wahait angel!”

“None of that. You were being particularly annoying just moments ago,” Aziraphale tutted with a smile, fighting to keep his fingers under those ribs as Crowley wriggled and squirmed and laughed. “I shouldn’t be rewarding such pestering behavior, now should I?”

“Yohou cuhunt-!,” Crowley cackled, his hands pushing and slapping weakly against Aziraphale’s, which had now moved to squeezing against his very ticklish belly. “Ahaha-! Hahaha nohoho!”r

“You aren’t helping your case any, Crowley~,” Aziraphale sing-songed, poking his fingers up and down Crowley’s sensitive torso, which made him squirm like a giggly worm on a hook, his hands mainly just gripping onto Aziraphale’s sleeves at this point for something to hold onto. Aziraphale smiled down at his giggling frame fondly, “What would help you, however, is. a proper apology.”

Crowley scoffed through his giggles (it came out more like a choke but thankfully Aziraphale didn’t tease him about it), shaking his head from side to side. “Make me-ehehee!”

“Oh now you’re asking for it,” Aziraphale took Crowley’s batting hands with relative ease and hid them under his knees, pinning him down fully. Crowley felt a zing through his chest, digging his heels into the couch despite no longer being tickled just because he needed something, anything to put his anxious (excited) energy toward.

“Hhhmmmmhh,” Crowley hummed through a nervous giggle, refusing to look Aziraphale in the eyes. Hopefully his lips don’t bleed from how hard he was biting them.

Aziraphale looked so smug above him, cheeky grin and all. “Say you’re sorry. I won’t even make you do the dance.”

Crowley chuckled in his throat, “Not happenin’.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Nope,” Crowley popped.

“I think you will.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I happen to know…” Aziraphale placed soft fingertips against the skin where Crowley’s shirt rode up, his lower belly quivering at the gentle touch. Crowley’s face scrunched hard, and Aziraphale only smiled harder, “…that being gentle with you makes for a most delicious torture.”

Crowley stood no chance holding back his whine. “You’re being mean, angel. I don’t even know what I should be ap-ahha—apohohologizing—wahahait, wait just gimme a secohohond—!”

Aziraphale had just barely grazed his nails against the soft skin, back and forth against that pant line and, and, and—God, how did you make an angel this demonic?!

“Such a sensitive demon,” back and forth, a single-finger scribble inside that awful hip pocket, and Crowley tittered as he felt his face heat to an unreasonable degree. “So, are we going to keep name calling, Crowley?”

Aziraphale brought both hands into his evil equation, fluttering against his hips with a gentle ferocity that sent Crowley into a horribly embarrassing giggle fit. He kicked against the arm of the couch, his body too long and his nerves far too alight to keep still.

“Angel plehehease.” Oh how he hated that word. Aziraphale hummed, his laughter sounded so pretty when it was laced with those desperate giggles.

“Please…?” He gave a quick pinch to those hips, a flustered cackle escaping Crowley’s chest before bringing his fingers up to barely flutter against Crowley’s lower ribs. Fuck Aziraphale for knowing him so well.

“Nonononohohohoho you bihihitch!” Crowley squirmed and shook, hair a tousled mess and cheeks dusted a pretty pink in his delighted embarrassment.

Aziraphale sighed dramatically, pinching the ribs, “Oh well…” except this time the pinches didn’t stop, gentle and precise as they plucked against each and every rib. Crowley couldn’t stop the cackles and giggles and snorts and whines and fuck…maybe this was worth all the fuss it took to get here.

Crowley laughed and laughed, spewing curses here and there as his ribs were plucked and poked, his belly scribbled, curse his fucking waistline for being so damn sensitive—

“Ahahangel-! I—fuhuhuhuck!—I cahahant!” Crowley pulled at his hand, those fingers poking delicately along his waist and around towards his back making words very hard right now.

“A break, love?” Aziraphale asked so sweetly as if he wasn’t breaking Crowley down bit by bit, one sensitive nerve ending at a time.

“Yes-!” Crowley squeaked as Aziraphale pinched his sides just to be cruel. But of course, Aziraphale pulled away, giving his belly a warm rub that only an angel could make feel so good.

Aziraphale kissed his cheek tenderly. Crowley scrunched his neck instinctively. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Crowley,” he whispered in his ear like Crowley had done just a bit ago to him. Crowley was still giggling at the slight contact, twitchy and unsure if it was over for good or if this was really just a break. Maybe a really short one with how long Aziraphale’s been lingering at his devastingly ticklish ears.

“A-Angel, the ears” He squirmed his head, shoulders as scrunched as they could go with his hands pinned by his sides.

“Mmm, yes I’m aware. I did say a break, no?”

“Ffffuck you’ll kill me there,” Crowley said, a breath away from another giggle fit.

“What an unusually adorable death for a demon of your stature,” Aziraphale teased. He kissed the sensitive ear, unable to hold back a chuckle at Crowley’s squeak. He kissed again, and again, light as he dragged his soft lips against the shell, relishing in Crowley’s growing giggles.

“Oh fuhuhuck.”

“So incessant with the cursing. It’s almost like you want me to keep going.”

#tickle community #tickling #tickle fic #ask #good omens #good omens tickling #lee!crowley #ler!aziraphale

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fearandhatred · 11 days

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@knifeforkspooncup wanted angst fics so here's a rec list from the very few fanfics i have had time to read lmaoo. some of these are in my other rec list but that was a shorter and more general one so i'll put them here again

mourning doves by sleepyimpulse (22k words, 7 chapters)

“I’m sorry,” he registered himself saying between heaving sobs. “I’m so sorry, Crowley, I’m so sorry. Forgive me, please, please forgive me.” He hadn’t meant to say it like that, he knew the words were all wrong (he would never find the right ones). But the pain was coming at him in every direction and something, something had to give, and so he clung to Crowley like a life preserver. Crowley bent his body over Aziraphale’s and slowly, surely, pressed a kiss to his bloodied forehead. “I can’t,” he whispered, and Aziraphale went unconscious. (Aziraphale falls, post season 2)

i've recced this before and i'll do it again! this is my very first bookmarked gomens fic and it's so delicious. perfect amount of angst and such a thoughtful exploration of forgiveness

Ouroboros by midnightdragons (7k words, 1 chapter)

“Oh.” Muriel had frowned again, their voice confused. “Then . . . if they were special, why did he leave them?” Crowley thought that his expression must have spoken louder than any words ever could have, because Muriel had rushed to change the subject, and they hadn’t mentioned Aziraphale after that. An obligatory ‘Crowley coping terribly and Aziraphale coming to his senses’ fic because I finally watched s2 and I have a lot of Feelings (ft. Crowley being a sort-of parent to Muriel, sort-of friends with Nina and Maggie, and drinking enough alcohol to kill at least an entire civilization)

it is not a good omens angst rec list without a crowley breaking down post-season 2 fic :) and this is that fic. she is that girl

Zmija by Himitsu_no (3k words, 4 chapters)

Aziraphale would laugh and his fingers find their way into the red locks with practiced ease, and he'd bend to kiss the top of his head. "Did they do that, though? The evil deeds." Crowley would smile despite himself, eyes closed and leaning into the caress. "About a dozen, maybe. The rest were just... ordinary humans doing ordinary stuff." There'd be a long pause in which the angel would take it all in, and the demon would replay many of it in his mind with unease. Then Aziraphale would speak again, voice barely a whisper, "How long were you in Mesopotamia after the flood, my love?"

if u asked me to talk about this fic i would say 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 bc oh this hurt. idk if it's just me though because characters with kids is my sore spot lmao i have read this fic once and never again. gorgeous beautiful poetic heartbreaking don't even talk to me

Diffusing Lights, Confusing Times by snek_of_eden (15k words, 3 chapters)

Aziraphale pulled the door open slowly and stood in the entranceway. He wore an old-fashioned nightgown that was creamy in colour, and his eyes were cloudy with sleep. “Crowley…” He inhaled sharply when a drop of blood dripped on his bare foot, and Crowley winced. “Are you alright? Oh Heavens, are you bleeding?” Crowley mustered up a smile. He took a step forward, and his head began to spin. “Hey, Angel.” Then he stumbled into Aziraphale’s arms and everything started to turn fuzzy. *** Hell is terrible and Crowley turns to Aziraphale when he has nowhere left to go

basically what it says in the summary! hurt crowley and aziraphale comforts him. crowley is sad but aziraphale is also sad. angst and communication!! i don't usually read a lot of physical hurt/comfort but this is so good

when i knew love’s perfect ache by sugarskulled (1.8k words, 1 chapter)

A demon can't touch that which has been made holy by God. Crowley knows this well as anyone. And Aziraphale? Aziraphale is so holy it burns.

this is quite possibly my favourite good omens fic of all time i think about it so often bro. i love when problems don't just resolve themselves but they make it work. the angst is so good in both the fic itself and in the future implications of it (why does this sound like i'm writing a research paper)

something sweet and blue by perilit (7.2k words, 4 chapters)

Crowley’s not breathing. They don’t technically need to, but the lack of it is so jarring that for a minute, Aziraphale just stands there and trembles, overwhelmed. Lord, what have I done? Aziraphale returns from Heaven after a year away, and discovers Crowley has all but given up. Before he can put things to rights, he’ll have to coax Crowley back to living.

what? you want another post-season 2 crowley breakdown? fantastic. this is that but dialed up to 11. this is the kind of self-indulgent fic i search for because we will never see it in canon and it hurts so good

Haunted By Something Still Alive by WaitingToBeBroken (4k words, 1 chapter)

Aziraphale needs Crowley's help with raising the reincarnation of Jesus. Problem is, Crowley won't even look at him.

what's that? you want ANOTHER- ok no this isn't a crowley breakdown but it's him having to deal with aziraphale being back and the journey they take together. ft. nanny crowley!!!!!!! so many gorgeous moments in this

that concludes the angst recs for now. thank u for coming

#fearandhatred #sorry the reviews get progressively less serious lmfao i started compiling this last week #good omens #good omens fic rec #q

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hollow-head · 2 months

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Hello! I hope you're doing well. I just wanted to say I adore your GOmens art! You are absolutely one of my favorite creators in the fandom and I regularly go back to your comics because they're so charming. Do you still have a Patreon? I remember being a member at one point or another, and I want to support you and your lovely art!

Thank you! That makes me so happy to hear. Thank you much for the support. Is there anything I can do for you? (Anyone who was on the Patreon, is there anything I can do for you?)

I ran the Patreon as my pandemic project in 2021 in order to help me complete the zine. Which I did! But afterwards I was out of ideas and there wasn't any reason to keep it going, and the fandom was going dormant.

I'm working on an original comic about Florida. I have a literary agent now, because I didn't think I could independently find enough interest to fund an original project in my horrible art style. So maybe you can look forward to that being available as a physical object one day. I barely did any art in the past couple of years because I was so busy with moving across the country, then moving to a different city, and getting jobs and quitting jobs, and telling my parents what I think of them (important milestone but exhausting!)

If you'd like to support me, please send me a winning lottery ticket or some good luck, or just talk to me lol. There are more important things in the world to donate money to, anyhow.

#asks #i have a big pile of crafts and notes for things i still want to make #some fandom related some not

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jiselleeeeeeeeeee · 2 years

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Life with Noctyx ♡ reader with Alexithymia

Author's notes: The actual writing is finally done ♡ as requested by @kaizen21 ♡

General tags: Male reader with Alexithymia w/Noctyx, actually some parts of it could be a gn/reader, lots of fluff! A little angst here and there but minor

Sonny Brisko ♡

I believe that Sonny would notice the mild symptoms of Alexithymia, the most obvious being being more sensitive to sudden movement, sounds and physical touches

He would actually spend time researching on it and learn how to communicate properly

I think Sonny would be really understanding. “It's ok if you don't know what and how you're feeling. Take your time, I'll always be with you.”

“Ah good morning y/n! How are you-” Sonny paused. “...right, sorry about that, were you frightened?” Sonny caught a glimpse of his sleeping boyfriend, and sighed in relief. “Sleep well my love” He whispered softly, and gently closed the door behind him.

“Sonny...there's something I want to ask you” You had this question ever since you and Sonny started dating, was he actually troubled by the fact that you had such a condition? “Hmmm y/n, were you about to ask me if I feel troubled by your condition?” Sonny knew that you would ask, and he already has the answer. “Y/n, we talked about this...” You don't know why, but the way he sounded...“I know it's not the first time, and I'm sorry if you find it troublesome, but I don't have a choice! I wasn't willing to find myself in this condition!” You didn't know what happened to you at that point in time, you couldn't think, what were you feeling? You don't know, there wasn't a word for it. You had enough and ran back to your room.

Minutes later, you heard a knock. “Y/n? I didn't mean to sound bad just now, can you please open the door and we can talk about it?” Sonny knocked again, wondering if you would open the door for him. “...come in, Sonny.” You needed to get things sorted out. “Y/n...what I was trying to say was, no matter how many times you ask me, my answer would still be the same. Y/n, I dated you because I love you for who you are, nothing will change. I'll always be proud of my dearest boyfriend, and that is you, y/n.” For some reason, you didn't know how to describe it, but it felt like time stopped for the both of you, and you just wanted to be in his embrace forever. “Y/n, my only y/n, take your time. Don't worry, I'll always be here for you, always.”

Alban Knox ♡

Alban would be a little confused at first, but will soon understand it

As loud as he is sometimes, he would try to soften around you to make sure that he doesn't startle you

“Whoever that stole your emotions, I'll be sure to steal it back! So don't be afraid, Y/n!”

“Y/NNNNNNNNN!” Alban was really excited to finally see you, having to not see each other in a long distance relationship was really hard for him! He really wanted to give you a big bear hug! What he didn't expect, though, was for his boyfriend he missed seeing so much flinch at his hug. “eH y/n did I scare you? gomen gomen heheh” “Alban~, so nice to see you again. But next time, try to refrain from surprising me like this, ok?” Alban stayed silent. “If that's what you want, I'll respect it, y/n!” Alban gave you his brightest smile.

The next few days, both of you had a lot of fun. However, Alban was still confused. Didn't google mention that there should always be surprises among lovers? Why is it not working? “...Alban? Are you ok?” You asked, he has been awfully silent today. “Ahhhh y/n, don't mind me asking but, do you...dislike surprises? Does it scare you? Do you...perhaps, expected better of me?” You were overwhelmed by the questions thrown at you.“Alban...I'll tell you when we get home, alright?” He was concerned, you could tell, and telling him about your condition was something that needed to be done sooner or later.

“Alban...I can only put it this way. You see, I have a condition, known as Alexithymia.” You spoke the truth. “Alex....ith...whA” Alban, however, needed a simpler explaination. “Well...you see, it's a condition where...I'm unable to recognise my emotions, and I tend to be more sensitive, you know” You looked at Alban, his gaze felt like it was piercing through you, but you didn't have a word to describe how you were feeling. Suddenly, you felt his arms wrapped around you, “Damn that Alex guy, it's ok y/n. I'll make sure to steal your emotions back! So don't be afraid, my y/n!” “Albannn, it doesn't work that way. But...thank you, Alban, for accepting me” You rested your arms around his waist. “I love you so much~Y/n.”

Fulgur Ovid ♡

I think Fulgur might not notice immediately, and sometimes MAY joke about it, a little

But once he finds out, I swear on my relationship status that he will be begging for you to forgive him, and he would definitely try his very best to make it up to you

“I'm sorry my little cyborg, but from now, you'll be safe with me”

“Remember our first date? you were afraid of physical touches, and whenever I asked you how you're feeling, you'll always respond with i doN'T kNow baBE” There he goes again, with his piping teapot laughter. It wasn't your first time listening to your boyfriend joking about your first date, and your condition that he doesn't know about. You just simply didn't know how to react to it, so you'll just brush it off everytime.

“Oi fu chan, I think that wasn't very nice of you” Alban loves his shits and giggles, but he knows when to be serious about certain things too. “Nahhh he doesn't mind, right babe?” He looked over to you. Normally, you would just force out a grin and agree with him, this time, however, you didn't give me a response as you weren't really attentively listening to the entire conversation. “Babe? Babe!” He called out, snapping you out of your own world. “wha, you scared me fu chan!” You were just thinking about your own things. “Oh yeah? How did you feel getting jumpscared by me babe?” He had a smirk, as if he knows exactly what he's doing. “I...I don't know...” “Scared? Worried? what is it?” “I really...don't know...” Were you truly scared? Were you worried about something? Were you upset about how his jokes offended you? You don't know. “Look...I'm tired, I'll go to bed.” You had enough overthinking about those, and went straight to bed. “Fu chan! I think she's actually upset with you this time.” Alban convinced Fu chan to end the discord call and comfort you.

“Babe? Are you awake?” He peeps over, finding you wide awake. “Listen, babe...I joked about you, and I didn't realise how bad things were. Will you...forgive me?” “Fu chan...I think I should be honest with you.” You sat up slowly. “Fu chan...don't laugh at me, ok? Well...I have this condition, Alexithymia, which...I am unable to recognise my emotions” You were expecting a huge laugh from him. But instead, he kneeled down to meet your eyes, held your hands and whispered “I'm so sorry y/n...I shouldn't have...I am unforgivable, right... ” “Fu chan...it was my fault that I didn't tell you sooner, and I have no rights to not forgive you” Fu chan looked at you, deeply, and cupped your face with his hands, “I'm so sorry my little cyborg, but from now onwards, you'll be safe...with me”

Uki Violeta ♡

Uki can definitely sense the symptoms that you are experiencing

I actually think that Uki might be the best person as I think that he's also the kind of person to not force upon you to speak the truth, although he probably already knows

“Shhhh, it's ok love, I'm here”

“Alexithymia...hmmm” Uki started to notice even the mildest symptoms that you're facing, although he doesn't ask, he has done a lot of research about it, leading him to the final conclusion. “Baby? what are you doing?” You got some water to help Uki sober up after his drinking stream, but can't help but notice him closing a search tab in a hurry. “Uki...?” “Ah baby, thank you for the water~ I'll end this stream really soon so that we can cuddle~” Uki was just too adorable for you to resist. “Alright~ I'll go take a shower first then Uki” Uki hummed delightfully and urged you to take a bath right now.

You were a little suspicious, normally, Uki would just acknowledge your presence and continue with his streams, but today...It went against your wills, but you decided to take a look at what exactly Uki was doing. “Symptoms...that's not it....no...” You couldn't see the screen, but you could hear Uki muttering about symptoms. “Maybe he's just looking at the symptoms of common cold, he's been sneezing a lot lately. What was I thinking.” You simply shrugged it off and quietly closed the door.

“Why didn't he tell me earlier...that stupid....” Uki can already confirm about his suspicion. However, instead of confronting you, he just sat by the bed edge, waiting for you to finish showering. “Oh you're done streaming Uki? Come over then!” You signalled him to snuggle up with you. After a long moment of silence, Uki stated, “Y/n...it must have been difficult for you.” “...huh...?” you didn't know what he was referring to, but at the same time, you made an assumption. “Uki...about my condition...” He interrupted, “You don't have to tell me Y/n, if you don't want to. I'm sure you had your reasons” “But Uki, aren't you mad...” He turned around and gave you a warm, tight hug. “Shhhhh, it's ok love, I'm here. I'm always here.”

Yugo Asuma ♡

As a DJ, I think Yugo would spend a lot of time with music, and sometimes he might get too engrossed that he doesn't realise how uncomfortable it can be for you

Yugo would try to refrain himself from touching this music at home and do it mostly at his workplace

Please comfort this baby he would be so scared to accidentally do something that agitates you.

“If I had to give up music for you, I would do it, again and again”

You couldn't sleep. Yugo had to work on a piece of music at home and everytime you doze off, something loud coming from his room will wake you up,again. You weren't angry, or whatever they call it, but you certainly had enough of frights. “Yugo Asuma! What are you actually doing?” “Eh? Y/n? I'm so sorry, but I really have to complete this by today!” For some reason, something felt like it was boiling in your body, and you couldn't help but lease out “YUGO ASUMA! ENOUGH!” “Eh?! Y/N!” You ran out of the room, dragging your body to the living room sofa. You didn't know what happened, but for some reason, you just wanted to cry so badly. “Why am I like this...” You thought to yourself. You went off at your boyfriend, now what?

“Y/n...?” Yugo approached you slowly, and settled beside you. “Y/n...please don't cry...you know how much it hurts me...” Yugo was extremely worried, he couldn't care for anything else. “Yugo...I'm sorry...” You had a massive breakdown, and flung yourself into Yugo's arms. “Y/n...it's ok...it's not your fault. You didn't choose this, it's ok. You're my dearest boyfriend, and if...if I had to give up on music for you, I would. No matter what, I would, again, and again.” Yugo held you tightly. “Yugo....” “I love you, Y/n.”

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