Anthony J. Crowley (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
inlovewithmycar) wrote2020-03-07 01:02 pm
inlovewithmycar) wrote2020-03-07 01:02 pm
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OPEN POST FOR
MEME OVERFLOWS
PSLs
OTHER VERY EXCITING THINGS
OPEN POST FOR
MEME OVERFLOWS
PSLs
OTHER VERY EXCITING THINGS
Far longer than I was willing to admit to myself, my darling.
[And whatever he had allowed himself to imagine, it pales in comparison to the real thing.. Whatever passes for Crowley's rear, Aziraphale loves the feel of it, the way Crowley groans and pushes it back into his hands. He gives it another squeeze, because he can, and smiles at Crowley's breathless response.
Then Crowley grinds against him, and all his thoughts leave him in a rush of ecstatic sparks. He groans and grinds back instinctively, his corporation knowing what to do even if his mind is caught up in a state of relentless bliss.]
Oh! Oh, my -- my dear b-boy --
[He pushes a bit with his hands, not so much to cop another feel as to slow things down a notch, enough to get used to the sensation and savor it properly.]
[And whatever he had allowed himself to imagine, it pales in comparison to the real thing.. Whatever passes for Crowley's rear, Aziraphale loves the feel of it, the way Crowley groans and pushes it back into his hands. He gives it another squeeze, because he can, and smiles at Crowley's breathless response.
Then Crowley grinds against him, and all his thoughts leave him in a rush of ecstatic sparks. He groans and grinds back instinctively, his corporation knowing what to do even if his mind is caught up in a state of relentless bliss.]
Oh! Oh, my -- my dear b-boy --
[He pushes a bit with his hands, not so much to cop another feel as to slow things down a notch, enough to get used to the sensation and savor it properly.]
That's very flattering, but a gryffinclaw would be a lion and a raven, not the classical gryphon of mythology. And it doesn't matter, I'd argue for Hufflepuff with the Sorting Hat until it got tired of hearing me talk and sorted me accordingly.
That's going to be an intense challenge for Upstairs.
You were patient with me for a very long time, there's nothing to be sorry for, my dear.
Except for the way you spell 'anything.'
That's going to be an intense challenge for Upstairs.
You were patient with me for a very long time, there's nothing to be sorry for, my dear.
Except for the way you spell 'anything.'
[ Crowley cannot believe how sensitive he feels. His skin feels like it's tingling all over, the peculiar sensation expanding out from his stomach. It's not even like he's never done this before, but things just feel so much more with Aziraphale. ]
Y-yeah - m'feeling it too.
[ Crowley forces himself to relax the pace, but his hips still rock involuntarily up against Aziraphale's. ]
...How can just this feel so good?
Y-yeah - m'feeling it too.
[ Crowley forces himself to relax the pace, but his hips still rock involuntarily up against Aziraphale's. ]
...How can just this feel so good?
arguing with an all-knowing hat 2 get ur preferred outcome? actually sounds v slytherin of u ;)
can see a few of the lower ranks being alright. the big 4 tho...
and i wasn't patient. ur worth w8ing 4.
spelling is a social construct and i am the wrecking ball of chaos
w8
i was going somewhere with that but it kind of got away from me
can see a few of the lower ranks being alright. the big 4 tho...
and i wasn't patient. ur worth w8ing 4.
spelling is a social construct and i am the wrecking ball of chaos
w8
i was going somewhere with that but it kind of got away from me
[Aziraphale has never done anything like this before, he's only had his books for knowledge, and he's starting to wonder if the human language simply doesn't have words to describe the pure electric arousal of such an act, because this is simply nothing like what he's read.]
It's -- oh -- it's because it's you --
[That's the only conclusion he can come to. He's kissed humans in the past, on occasion, and it was barely a spark of what it's like kissing Crowley. And speaking of kissing, he seeks out Crowley's lips with his own, hands wandering up and down his back restlessly, as if trying to disperse that white-hot energy between them.]
It's -- oh -- it's because it's you --
[That's the only conclusion he can come to. He's kissed humans in the past, on occasion, and it was barely a spark of what it's like kissing Crowley. And speaking of kissing, he seeks out Crowley's lips with his own, hands wandering up and down his back restlessly, as if trying to disperse that white-hot energy between them.]
Oh, no, absolutely not. Ambitious is the very last word you could use to describe me.
I think Michael can manage. It took all my effort not to gawk when she showed up in Hell with a pitcher of holy water. I don't know about the other three. Do you think they're just as lost Downstairs? I mean, they must be, they lost their cleverest demon.
That is very sweet of you to say. <3 Even if you are mangling the English language, one text at a time.
[He actually doesn't mind it that much, except for 'nething'. And mostly because he tried to look it up in the dictionary before realizing what Crowley actually meant.]
I think Michael can manage. It took all my effort not to gawk when she showed up in Hell with a pitcher of holy water. I don't know about the other three. Do you think they're just as lost Downstairs? I mean, they must be, they lost their cleverest demon.
That is very sweet of you to say. <3 Even if you are mangling the English language, one text at a time.
[He actually doesn't mind it that much, except for 'nething'. And mostly because he tried to look it up in the dictionary before realizing what Crowley actually meant.]
[ Crowley gave a stuttering, breathless laugh, kissing Aziraphale messily. He knew there was nothing else that could ever compare to this. Aziraphale's hands alone, rubbing up and down his spine, are lightyears more fulfilling than every encounter he's ever had. ]
It's incredible that I can do this with you - that we can have this.
[ As if to emphasize his point, he runs his hands down Aziraphale's torso and cups his soft chest, rubbing his thumbs over his nipples. ]
It's you as well - no one else could ever feel this right.
It's incredible that I can do this with you - that we can have this.
[ As if to emphasize his point, he runs his hands down Aziraphale's torso and cups his soft chest, rubbing his thumbs over his nipples. ]
It's you as well - no one else could ever feel this right.
no but you are cunning. mind like a corkscrew. i don't think neone else could work out agnes nutter's prophecies as fast as u.
ur right. michael is the kind of wanker who tends to do alright. on my end tho? downstairs is gonna be a mess. 14th century thinkers the whole lot of them. legion is about the only one with a clue about modernity, and u should see how they treat him. aspects of the poor bastard getting thrown to the hellhounds just 4 a laff.
a shame u missed computing in the 90s and early 2000s. u should have seen when i invented 1337 5p3ak
[ Because that could only come from Crowley's own devious machinations to drive the humans utterly up the wall with inane nonsense. ]
ur right. michael is the kind of wanker who tends to do alright. on my end tho? downstairs is gonna be a mess. 14th century thinkers the whole lot of them. legion is about the only one with a clue about modernity, and u should see how they treat him. aspects of the poor bastard getting thrown to the hellhounds just 4 a laff.
a shame u missed computing in the 90s and early 2000s. u should have seen when i invented 1337 5p3ak
[ Because that could only come from Crowley's own devious machinations to drive the humans utterly up the wall with inane nonsense. ]
[Aziraphale gasps sharply, surprised at how sensitive that touch to his nipples is. Such a funny thing for his corporation to have, completely unnecessary, and yet when Crowley rubs them, it goes straight to the very core of him.
At a loss for words, he slides a hand into Crowley's hair and tugs him down for another kiss. He lingers on this one, chasing the pleasure it brings.]
I'm all yours, dearest. However you want me.
At a loss for words, he slides a hand into Crowley's hair and tugs him down for another kiss. He lingers on this one, chasing the pleasure it brings.]
I'm all yours, dearest. However you want me.
Flatter me all you like, I refuse to be sorted into Slytherin. Let me stay in Huffleclaw with you. We're on our own side, remember?
Let's hope they keep their messes to themselves, then. I don't want to spend any more time thinking about them and their problems than I have to. We're retired, we should enjoy ourselves.
[Guaranteed to drive a certain angel up the wall, as well.]
Did your phone just have a glitch? All I see are random letters and numbers.
Let's hope they keep their messes to themselves, then. I don't want to spend any more time thinking about them and their problems than I have to. We're retired, we should enjoy ourselves.
[Guaranteed to drive a certain angel up the wall, as well.]
Did your phone just have a glitch? All I see are random letters and numbers.
someone ought to flatter u. lots of flattering things about u to remark on. and i agree, couple of ravenpuffs, the two of us. tbf the entire sorting thing is a load of bollocks neway. how does a tatty old hat know the deep-rooted values of a bunch of 11 yr olds who haven't even had their first algebra class yet? j/s seems a bit dodgy u know, having a hat rooting around in kids brains? i'd probably call child services.
if they do show up, we'll just come up w/ another clever ruse 2 scare the piss out of them and send them packing.
lmfao angel it's probably 4 the best u don't know. the dark ages of computing, terrible times, so much glow-in-the-dark lipstick it was definitely not a look 4 me
if they do show up, we'll just come up w/ another clever ruse 2 scare the piss out of them and send them packing.
lmfao angel it's probably 4 the best u don't know. the dark ages of computing, terrible times, so much glow-in-the-dark lipstick it was definitely not a look 4 me
Only if that someone is you, and only if I am allowed to flatter you in return.
Of course a hat can't know any of that. The whole sorting business saves Rowling the effort of proper characterization. She can have all the "bad" characters in one house with a few exceptions as plot twists.
Well, I wouldn't mind switching bodies with you again, if it comes down to it. Regardless, I won't let them touch you.
What does glow-in-the-dark lipstick have to do with anything? And don't sell yourself short, I'll bet you looked nice.
Of course a hat can't know any of that. The whole sorting business saves Rowling the effort of proper characterization. She can have all the "bad" characters in one house with a few exceptions as plot twists.
Well, I wouldn't mind switching bodies with you again, if it comes down to it. Regardless, I won't let them touch you.
What does glow-in-the-dark lipstick have to do with anything? And don't sell yourself short, I'll bet you looked nice.
Dearest...
[ Crowley echoes it so softly, so reverently it may as well have been a prayer. He kisses Aziraphale more fervently this time, the hand in his hair spurring him on. He makes a mental note to grow it out, really give Aziraphale something to grab onto next time.
Thumbing the nipple to firmness, Crowley debates the merits of getting their pants off - though there's no way to do that without parting and oh, he has no desire to do that at all. So with a snap of his fingers, he banishes every remaining stitch between them to... well, hopefully somewhere in the flat. His mind is a bit occupied at the moment, but some distant part of him would rather their underthings don't wind up with some stranger. ]
I want you every way you want be together. Every single one. As long as it's you.
[ Crowley breathes, only briefly parting from Aziraphale's lips to answer him, before returning in for another kiss, relishing the full-body skin-to-skin contact. If 'heavenly' actually meant what the humans thought it did, Crowley might have described it as such. As it is, he feels like he's coming up short on words (though Beethoven's 9th might be a somewhat adequate summation of the feelings coursing through him). ]
[ Crowley echoes it so softly, so reverently it may as well have been a prayer. He kisses Aziraphale more fervently this time, the hand in his hair spurring him on. He makes a mental note to grow it out, really give Aziraphale something to grab onto next time.
Thumbing the nipple to firmness, Crowley debates the merits of getting their pants off - though there's no way to do that without parting and oh, he has no desire to do that at all. So with a snap of his fingers, he banishes every remaining stitch between them to... well, hopefully somewhere in the flat. His mind is a bit occupied at the moment, but some distant part of him would rather their underthings don't wind up with some stranger. ]
I want you every way you want be together. Every single one. As long as it's you.
[ Crowley breathes, only briefly parting from Aziraphale's lips to answer him, before returning in for another kiss, relishing the full-body skin-to-skin contact. If 'heavenly' actually meant what the humans thought it did, Crowley might have described it as such. As it is, he feels like he's coming up short on words (though Beethoven's 9th might be a somewhat adequate summation of the feelings coursing through him). ]
flatter all u like, u know i love it ;)
angel r u implying that people are complicated? and defined by more than one trait ??? and that what counts as brave, loyal, clever etc. r all extremely subjective concepts? also j/s hufflepuffs got utterly short changed. the only interesting one died and turned into the worst vampire ever
u know u can inhabit my body any time. and likewise, i won't let them get get their dirty hands on u.
i didn't. dayglo green does nothing 4 my complexion and the hair extensions + wires were a Mistake. so so many regrets. absolutely killed it with the eyeliner tho.
angel r u implying that people are complicated? and defined by more than one trait ??? and that what counts as brave, loyal, clever etc. r all extremely subjective concepts? also j/s hufflepuffs got utterly short changed. the only interesting one died and turned into the worst vampire ever
u know u can inhabit my body any time. and likewise, i won't let them get get their dirty hands on u.
i didn't. dayglo green does nothing 4 my complexion and the hair extensions + wires were a Mistake. so so many regrets. absolutely killed it with the eyeliner tho.
[The soft, reverent way Crowley repeats that term of endearment affects the angel as much as those clever hands and grinding hips. He loses himself in the kiss that follows, although there is a squeak of acknowledgement when Crowley snaps away the rest of their clothing -- hopefully to somewhere close by. Those pants have his signature on them!
Of course, that's not a thought that lasts, not when Crowley's bare skin is pressed so deliciously against his. He squirms beneath his demon, his moans only partially muffled by their kissing, his hand tugging lightly at Crowley's hair.]
I -- oh, Heavens -- I'm rather fond of the idea of all those places you'd like to kiss me...
Of course, that's not a thought that lasts, not when Crowley's bare skin is pressed so deliciously against his. He squirms beneath his demon, his moans only partially muffled by their kissing, his hand tugging lightly at Crowley's hair.]
I -- oh, Heavens -- I'm rather fond of the idea of all those places you'd like to kiss me...
I most certainly do, you charming serpent.
Not only am I implying, I am saying it outright. Or typing it, rather. They may be novels geared towards children, but that's no excuse to simplify characters to only one or two qualities. And yes, Hufflepuffs are barely acknowledged, except I don't remember any of them turning into a vampire?
Is it your turn to be implying something, dear? We'll keep each other safe. It's been my highest priority for centuries.
I am having an extremely difficult time picturing what you're describing. Wires in your hair? I'll need a photo of this to get a better sense of it.
Not only am I implying, I am saying it outright. Or typing it, rather. They may be novels geared towards children, but that's no excuse to simplify characters to only one or two qualities. And yes, Hufflepuffs are barely acknowledged, except I don't remember any of them turning into a vampire?
Is it your turn to be implying something, dear? We'll keep each other safe. It's been my highest priority for centuries.
I am having an extremely difficult time picturing what you're describing. Wires in your hair? I'll need a photo of this to get a better sense of it.
[ Crowley grins like the devil just got into him, which, fair enough. ]
Oh, there's all sorts of interesting places I'd like to get my mouth on you. Like here -
[ He catches Aziraphale's wrist, and kiss along the soft skin of his arm. ]
- or here -
[ Crowley slithers down the length of Aziraphale, his chest pressed up against the angel's erection and then clamps his teeth down on the soft flesh of his hip, lathing his tongue over the rapidly fading tooth marks. ]
- or perhaps here...?
[ He puts that clever tongue and those lips to work along the inside of Aziraphale's thigh, leaving a trail of love bites to his knee. ]
Oh, there's all sorts of interesting places I'd like to get my mouth on you. Like here -
[ He catches Aziraphale's wrist, and kiss along the soft skin of his arm. ]
- or here -
[ Crowley slithers down the length of Aziraphale, his chest pressed up against the angel's erection and then clamps his teeth down on the soft flesh of his hip, lathing his tongue over the rapidly fading tooth marks. ]
- or perhaps here...?
[ He puts that clever tongue and those lips to work along the inside of Aziraphale's thigh, leaving a trail of love bites to his knee. ]
charming! oh be still my heart 💗
same actor who played the dead one in the film adaptations played the romantic lead from that teen romance with vampires about a decade back. for a time you couldn't go to any website without someone voicing one opinion or another about it.
not implying anything. dead serious - if u ever get discorporated again, ur very welcome to hop in my corporation. it might be a little cramped but i can budge up and make room.
ughhhhhhh i'll dig up the photos one day they're a laff. and u'll see what i mean about the lipstick idt anyone can pull off neon without the aid of photoshop
same actor who played the dead one in the film adaptations played the romantic lead from that teen romance with vampires about a decade back. for a time you couldn't go to any website without someone voicing one opinion or another about it.
not implying anything. dead serious - if u ever get discorporated again, ur very welcome to hop in my corporation. it might be a little cramped but i can budge up and make room.
ughhhhhhh i'll dig up the photos one day they're a laff. and u'll see what i mean about the lipstick idt anyone can pull off neon without the aid of photoshop
[Aziraphale watches, flushed and giddy, as Crowley makes a catalogue of his body via his mouth. Each kiss is a scorching reminder of the demon's love, and he can't help but whimper and whine at the variety. Those love bites in particular have him panting and gripping Crowley's hair in approval. He'll most definitely not miracle them away.]
All good choices so far. [He chuckles breathlessly.] Best to keep sampling so I can know for sure.
All good choices so far. [He chuckles breathlessly.] Best to keep sampling so I can know for sure.
And clever, and handsome as well. Did I leave anything out?
Oh... the movies. [Aziraphale would insert an eye roll emoji here if he used them.] I'm aware of the vampire romance you're referring to, it was not my cup of tea.
Crowley, I wasn't kidding when I said that if I tried to possess your body, we'd probably explode. An angel and a demon's soul in one body is too dangerous. I appreciate the sentiment, though.
Jolly good! I suppose this was a very short-lived look on you as I don't remember this at all. Except perhaps the eyeliner? Or was that during your goth phase?
Oh... the movies. [Aziraphale would insert an eye roll emoji here if he used them.] I'm aware of the vampire romance you're referring to, it was not my cup of tea.
Crowley, I wasn't kidding when I said that if I tried to possess your body, we'd probably explode. An angel and a demon's soul in one body is too dangerous. I appreciate the sentiment, though.
Jolly good! I suppose this was a very short-lived look on you as I don't remember this at all. Except perhaps the eyeliner? Or was that during your goth phase?
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[ Crowley wonders if there's a bad choice - every inch of Aziraphale is delectable. He puts his mouth to work on the other thigh now, working his way up. He sways, serpentine as ever, as his gaze falls on Aziraphale's cock. It is, in Crowley's limited personal experience with such things, quite nice looking. Handsome, even. (Could you call a cock handsome? Crowley supposed there was a first for everything.) ]
Standing up so proud and proper - can hardly resist this delicacy.
[ He noses up against against it, letting his own scent mix with the heady musk of Aziraphale's arousal. He tickles the tip of his forked tongue at the base before dragging it up along Aziraphale's length. ]
Standing up so proud and proper - can hardly resist this delicacy.
[ He noses up against against it, letting his own scent mix with the heady musk of Aziraphale's arousal. He tickles the tip of his forked tongue at the base before dragging it up along Aziraphale's length. ]
ur the handsome one. u and ur lovely eyes
lmfao what u don't like stories about some century-old bugger standing outside a teenage girl's room and watching her sleep?
i'm not sure we would tho. when we swapped, we brushed up against each other and there weren't any sparks. at least none of the sudden spontaneous combustion of occult and ethereal beings kind. i mean, it would be a sort of emergency measure anyway. but i think we'd be alright. could always test the waters a bit.
and goth isn't a phase, angel, it's a lifestyle.
[ He may be furious with God and apathetic to Lucifer, but he thanks Mary Shelly every day for going so hard. ]
lmfao what u don't like stories about some century-old bugger standing outside a teenage girl's room and watching her sleep?
i'm not sure we would tho. when we swapped, we brushed up against each other and there weren't any sparks. at least none of the sudden spontaneous combustion of occult and ethereal beings kind. i mean, it would be a sort of emergency measure anyway. but i think we'd be alright. could always test the waters a bit.
and goth isn't a phase, angel, it's a lifestyle.
[ He may be furious with God and apathetic to Lucifer, but he thanks Mary Shelly every day for going so hard. ]
[Aziraphale's cock twitches, as if flattered by the compliment. The scene before him is so intensely erotic -- Crowley staring at him like a feast, his gorgeous face flanked by the angel's marked-up thighs -- that when Crowley finally puts his tongue to work, Aziraphale has to shut his eyes, lest his arousal crest and push him over the edge too soon.]
Oh... oh, my stars. Crowley, your tongue, you -- !
[It's not much of a compliment in return, but the way he writhes underneath Crowley must easily let the demon know how much he enjoys it.]
Oh... oh, my stars. Crowley, your tongue, you -- !
[It's not much of a compliment in return, but the way he writhes underneath Crowley must easily let the demon know how much he enjoys it.]
And you're a good flatterer, too. ;) Your eyes are just as lovely.
I know, amazing, isn't it? The mediocre writing doesn't help, either. Are the movies just as terrible?
[There's a noticeable pause before the next text arrives.]
Maybe we could. Test the waters, I mean. I'd be interested in touching you again without our corporations in the way.
Lifestyle, excuse me. Either way, I thought you looked good. But you always look good in eyeliner.
I know, amazing, isn't it? The mediocre writing doesn't help, either. Are the movies just as terrible?
[There's a noticeable pause before the next text arrives.]
Maybe we could. Test the waters, I mean. I'd be interested in touching you again without our corporations in the way.
Lifestyle, excuse me. Either way, I thought you looked good. But you always look good in eyeliner.
[ Crowley might argue that the highest compliment ever would be those sounds Aziraphale makes, the way just raking his tongue over him got the angel writhing. There is no higher honour, he thinks, than being responsible for that flush in Aziraphale's cheeks. He licks over the crown, deepening the fork in his tongue so that it wraps around to the point where the two tips can almost touch.
He eases up on his teasing, pressing little kisses all down the underside as he strokes the inside of Aziraphale's thigh. ]
I can take you all the way in. Dying to, really - you taste incredible.
[ And to emphasize his point, he nuzzles into the crook between Aziraphale's groin and his thigh, breathing deeply. ]
...Unless you'd like to try something else...?
He eases up on his teasing, pressing little kisses all down the underside as he strokes the inside of Aziraphale's thigh. ]
I can take you all the way in. Dying to, really - you taste incredible.
[ And to emphasize his point, he nuzzles into the crook between Aziraphale's groin and his thigh, breathing deeply. ]
...Unless you'd like to try something else...?
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