Chapter 1 in Come For Me, a light-hearted, kinky work that started as a smutty one-shot and quickly became multiple chapters when my readers begged me for more.
Summary:
Crowley is back in Hell and he's there to rescue Aziraphale. But first, he needs to teach his angel a lesson.
Rating: Explicit
TW/CW: mild bondage and BDSM themes
Excerpt:
“Is that really what you want, Angel?” Crowley coyly ran a finger along the angel’s jawline. “You want to be my willing slave?” He gripped Aziraphale’s chin in his hand. “You want me to use my most dastardly demonic deeds on you?” He leaned in close and gently bit the prisoner’s ear, growling hungrily. “Do you want me to fuck you until you scream, Angel? Is that what you want? Is that what you really want?”
Aziraphale’s knees nearly buckled beneath him. He was actually grateful for the cuffs keeping him upright. He looked directly into Crowley’s fiery yellow eyes and breathed, “Oh, god yes!”
A collaborative work by @i-choose-the-road , @bentleywilde , and @pavartijanuswrites
Characters: Jake Kiszka/Chris Turpin (Slash!)
Word count: ~2.3k
Content tags/Warnings (18+ Minors DNI): Pirate AU, Explicit sexual content, explicit language, foreplay, nakedness, passionate kissing, banter, touching, sensual massage, mentions of gags and rope bondage
Enjoy chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 here! 💋
Christopher’s heart thumped at a breakneck pace inside his chest, outrunning the slow, steady rhythm of his leather boots against the weathered deck of the Marauder. His swollen cock stretched uncomfortably against the fabric of his trousers. Each unhurried step deepened his need to have Jacob beneath him again. To feel the soft give of his captain’s skin beneath his fingertips. To watch his lover’s chocolate eyes turn black with desire. Each footfall pulled him closer, as though Jacob were the moon and he were a tide in the ocean, helplessly caught in a magnetic pull beyond his understanding.
He’d relived the gorgeous expressions on Jacob’s face again and again in the roughly twenty minutes that he’d waited to make the walk to the captain’s quarters. In his mind’s eye, he wound time backwards and watched the moment he had taken Jacob into his mouth under the masthead. The way his head had flown back and his entire body had rippled with waves of pleasure at Christopher’s skilled touch. The way the silver moonlight had washed Jacob’s skin in a milky glow. The mesmerizing moment when the captain surrendered to his building orgasm.
You’re so beautiful. He’d thought as he stared up into the man’s moonlit face.
He’d given Jacob all the time he needed to come down from his climax, his face glowing under the light of the stars. Christopher had stayed there, his cock pressed deliciously against Jacob’s thigh, until cuddles turned into neck nuzzles and Jacob’s teeth found their way to Christopher’s ear, sending fresh throbs of desire coursing through his erection. A few more minutes of teasing and Christopher may have given in to the urge to bend the fearsome Marauder over the railing of his own ship and fuck him until the whole ocean heard him crying out his first mate’s name in the throes of ecstasy.
Instead, he’s insisted that Jacob go ahead to bathe, freshen up, and gather his strength for the next round. Jacob had obliged, but not before turning to wink over his shoulder and shamelessly let his gaze linger on his first mate’s trousers, standing resolutely at full mast.
Christopher quickened his pace the last few feet to the captain’s quarters, his heart pulled forward by a heavenly body driving him mad with frenzied need. He opened the door without knocking, turning quickly to latch it behind him.
He spun on his heel, facing the spacious room, and stopped as though caught in a spell. Lanterns and candelabras were scattered throughout the space. They lined the desk and peaked out from the corners of bookshelves. The wall sconces on either side of the bed were also alive with flame. Flickering firelight danced across the walls, bathing the wood in a golden, honeyed glow. Cool, silvery moonbeams cast ethereal light through the porthole window.
And there, crowned in silver moonlight and bathed in the glow of amber flames, lay the most beautiful creature Christopher had ever seen. Jacob was strewn across the bed, completely nude save the captain’s hat on his head. He lay on his left side, chocolate waves spilling from beneath his hat and kissing his shoulders. He was propped up on his elbow, a book held delicately between his fingers. His right foot was planted on the bed, knee bent, a fresh cloth neatly bandaged around his wounded thigh.
Light glinted off the silver necklace that collared Jacob’s throat. Two longer chain necklaces, each with a Spanish peso at the end, dangled down his smooth, naked chest. His skin reminded Christopher of soft, buttery caramel, the way the surface of the candy shines like polished marble before entering one’s mouth. It looked as though it would melt on his tongue, filling his taste buds with sugary pleasure. Teasing a whisper of salt.
If not for the bandage around his thigh and the thin, dark scratch across his left breast, there was scarcely any evidence of the harrowing battle they had fought early that morning.
Christopher held back a moment, drinking in the sight. When he spoke, his words were low and reverent. “Hello, love.”
Jacob glanced lazily up from his readings, though the smirk playing at his full lips and the black spark in his eyes betrayed his eagerness. “What took you so long?”
“It’s been twenty minutes, just as I promised.” Christopher strode casually toward the bed. Unhurried, as though he hadn’t just had this beautiful man’s dick down his throat barely a quarter of an hour ago.
“I didn’t need that long to recover.” Jacob’s words oozed like honey as he gripped his own cock with his free hand and tauntingly stroked it from tip to base and back again. “I was hard again as soon as I reached this cabin and set eyes on the bed where you’re going to fuck me.” Jacob’s hand wrapped harder around his cock, pausing the stroking motion to grip at the base, showcasing his length.
Chrisopher felt his erection strain against the confines of his trousers.
“So I see.” Christopher stopped at the foot of the bed, the bulge in his trousers at eye level with Jacob’s head. Jacob’s stormy gaze flitted briefly to Christopher’s trousers before returning to his eyes. His chest heaved, breathing growing heavier.
Chrisopher leaned down so that his lips were just out of reach of Jacob’s. “But who’s to say I’m going to fuck you on the bed?” He plucked the book from Jacob’s hands, eyes on the man’s parted lips as he stood. He noted the catch in Jacob’s breath as the anticipated kiss was temporarily denied.
With a smirk, he snapped the book closed and strode a few steps to place it gently on a nearby table.
“Where else do you plan on fucking me?” Jacob’s voice was teasing, laced with curiosity and lust.
Christopher crossed back to the bed, maintaining his slow, measured gait. He reached down, cradling Jacob’s cheek in one hand while the other tipped his hat back, revealing dark chocolate eyes gazing back beneath the brim. He bent down, his lips brushing Jacob’s ear as he whispered, “Wherever. I. Want.” He punctuated the breathy declaration with a gentle nip at Jacob’s ear lobe. The captain’s body shivered at his touch, a gasp of pleasure escaping his lips. Christopher’s hand moved from Jacob’s cheek to the back of his neck and pulled him in for a long, promising kiss.
His captain smelled of cocoa butter and tasted of rum. Warm, sweet and decadent, the hint of sea salt providing an added bite. Christopher’s fingers glided up Jacob’s neck and through his hair. Their tongues slid against each other. Jacob slid a palm against Christopher’s trousers, cupping his bollocks through the thin cloth and massaging them in a way that prompted a hungry moan from his lips. A moan that was immediately swallowed by Jacob’s kisses.
Chrisopher rocked his hips forward, pressing himself into Jacob’s touch.
“I was sorely tempted to bend you over the railing of your own ship and fuck you until the whole ocean heard you screaming my name.” He leaned in for another hungry kiss before lowering himself onto the creaking mattress, positioning himself alongside Jacob, laying on his side to face him.
Jacob lowered his bent leg and shifted to lean closer. “Why didn’t you then?”
“Because I remembered that I don’t like sharing you with anyone.” His fingertips roamed gingerly along Jacob’s side, following the dip of his waist and rising with the curve of his hip, dipping again along his thigh. He paused when he reached the edge of the bandage.
“You should have let me re-bandage this for you.” His voice was soft and tender, not an admonition so much as a wish spoken aloud.
“I’m perfectly capable of dressing my own wounds.” Jacob’s tone was playful, but beneath his enchanting eyes was a flash of defiance. It was that all-too-familiar independence. That fiery determination that had led a penniless orphan from grimy streets to the deck of his own ship.
“You are amply capable.” Christopher slid his hand around the curve of Jacob’s ass, giving it a squeeze. “But it’s my job as your…” He paused, the word “partner” lapping at the edge of his brain, then quickly course corrected, “… as your first mate … to make sure you’re taken care of.”
“Well then…” Jacob leaned in close, his lips just nearly touching Christopher’s as he spoke, like the soft brush of fairy wings, “I guess you’d better take care of me.”
“With pleasure, Captain.”
His fingers pressed into the muscle of Jacob’s glutes, applying just enough pressure to ease the strain built up from the day’s battle. Tender and sensual enough to draw a moan from Jacob’s lips, a beautiful sound of immediate relief mixed with unbridled need. Chrisopher quickly closed the whisper of distance between them, muffling his captain’s moans with his own mouth; slipping his tongue into Jacob’s open mouth and kissing him with deepening passion. Jacob’s moans lowered in tone, growing hungrier. He devoured Christopher’s kisses like a feral creature, unsure of when its next meal will come. Craving more.
Christopher drug his fingers across Jacob’s ass, down his hip, then reached down between them to wrap a hand around his swollen cock. Jacob’s entire body seemed to pulse at Christopher’s touch. His cock throbbed. His back arched, hips pressing forward. His tongue left Christopher’s as his head flew back, a sound that was part cry, part groan escaping his lips.
Chrisopher’s own pulse quickened at the sight … and the sound. Releasing his grip on Jacob’s throbbing erection, he moved his hand up to playfully cover Jacob’s mouth. Jacob’s groans of pleasure turned to frustration at the sudden absence of Christopher’s hand around his cock.
Christopher chuckled, amused and pleased that he had the power to drive this demi-god-like creature into such a frenzy. “We still need to be quiet,” he gave a little nod to the wall at the head of the bed, “Sorbello could be listening just on the other side.”
Jacob pulled Christopher’s hand from his mouth, planting a kiss on his knuckles. His dark eyes flashed with mischief and defiance. “Fuck Sorbello.”
“I’d much rather fuck you.”
“Why does it matter if he hears us? Let the man speculate. Let him think that I’m a woman if he wants. Let him hear the rapturous sounds you pull from my body. Let him imagine me as a fair maiden, my breasts bared to you, my lips wrapped delicately around your pulsing cock. Let him writhe in jealousy at the thought of you buried to the hilt in such a fair and fearsome Captain.”
Chrisopher felt his entire body grow hot with jealousy, despite the teasing tone. The memory of Sorbello’s leering expression when he suggested that Jacob may be a woman flashed through his mind. He pulled his fingers from Jacob’s and reached up to tenderly cup his cheek. Jacob leaned into the touch.
“I would rather rot in the Red Raider’s dungeon than let Sorbello or any of the men imagine what you look like when you cum.” His thumb traced gently along Jacob’s plump lips, tinged a rosy pink from Christopher’s rough stubble. “I would sooner plunge myself onto his sword again than share the symphony of your moans and cries with anyone who hasn’t earned the right to hear them.”
And above all, I won’t allow our time in each other’s embrace to sully your reputation. He kept the last fear to himself.
Jacob was silent for a moment and Christopher was half worried that he would retreat inside his own head once again. There was no witty repartee, nor a flippant dismissal of his dramatic confession. Instead, his eyes were pensive, gaze locked on Christopher’s for a beat before shifting to the bandage on Christopher’s shoulder.
“Then gag me.” His soft eyes met Christopher’s again.
“You … want me to gag you?” Before he could fully process the suggestion, his mind was already conjuring images of a white cloth covered tightly across Jacob’s mouth, or between his lips, his desperate moans muffled by the gag. Chrisopher’s pulse surged with fresh desire.
“Gag me. Tie me down. Fuck me however you see fit.” A devilish grin spread across his face, flashing teeth like saltwater pearls. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to start begging for your cock as loudly and sensually as possible, until you have no choice but to fuck me into oblivion against that wa-” He started pointing toward the wall at the head of the bed, but Christopher grabbed his hand and drew it against his chest as he silenced him with another kiss. They chuckled lightly against each other’s lips, the kiss starting out playful before quickly devolving into raw need.
Chrisopher felt a sharp twinge of pain shoot through his wounded shoulder as he shifted his body toward Jacob, drawing his mind immediately to his captain’s injuries. He pulled out of the kiss to speak, “What about your wounds?” He glanced down at Jacob’s freshly wrapped leg. “I don’t want to re-open any wounds and cause you more pain or … hurt you even worse.”
“I trust you to navigate around my wounds.” Jacob reached to cradle Christopher’s cheek, his thumb lovingly stroking the rough stubble. “I don’t think you could ever hurt me, Christopher.”
Christopher’s heart surged, nearly overwhelmed by the new levels of trust afforded him. First Jacob sharing the secret about his powers, and now this? His captain was opening himself up in new ways and Christopher was acutely aware of the responsibility on his end to nurture that trust.
“As you wish, Captain.” Christopher hauled himself off the bed, careful to avoid rolling onto his wounded shoulder. He crossed to a shelf filled with a selection of lotions and fine oils, collected throughout their voyages. He selected a bottle of ruby-colored glass, filled with perfumed oil, and tossed it lightly to Jacob, who caught it easily. “Start rubbing yourself down all over with this.”
Chrisopher pulled a coil of rope from a metal hook on the wall and began unwinding it. “We wouldn’t want you to get rope burn while you’re hanging from the rafters, now would we?”
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Introducing, The Marauder: a collaborative work by @pavartijanuswrites , @i-choose-the-road , and @bentleywilde
Characters: Jake Kiszka/Chris Turpin Slash!
Sneak peek:
Jacob lay his head against the wall where he could best hear the world around his vessel. Feel the reverberation within his bones.
He could hear the ocean as it lapped and churned at the ship’s rugged hull. The creaks and groans came like the sounds of a laboring, living creature as it ate leagues of open sea. And if Jacob held his breath long enough, counted slow enough, allowed his mind to dull enough as the air in his lungs turned stagnant, he could almost hear the creatures of the deep stirring.
The ocean called to him always, whispering his name in the froth. It was in the air. In the metallic, salty tang on his tongue. It was like a mother’s croon. A lullaby sang in a language none but him could decipher.
“Another episode?” A low, silken voice cut the vibration in his head.
Jacob released his breath in a rush of air through his teeth, “I’m well.”
The shape in the corner shifted closer, but its silence spoke like the lullaby—a knowing, calling plea. Jacob.
“I’m well.” He insisted, pulling himself from the floor by his bed, “I do not need your pity, nor do I need your advice, Christopher.”
“Then why does your shirt cling to your back?” Christopher entered the guttering light of the single candle, the flossy, fair tones in his hair mussed into a straw nest, “You’re sweating in the night again.”
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I’m currently reading The Ocean at the End of the Lane and I just want to say that I love the way you wrote the little boy main character as having female heroes. All of the books he read having brave, smart, adventurous heroines and then Lettie down the lane seeming larger than life and being his protector. And then I thought of the women or girls in many of your other books. Pepper in Good Omens, Scarlett and Liza in The Graveyard Book, Coraline, etc. They are all brilliant and brave and even when they are not the main character, they never feel like just a placeholder or plot device. They are dynamic and complex. They are role models and badasses and they take charge and take control. I just wanted to say thank you for writing badass women into all your stories.
I’ve often thought that Neil is very obviously a cat person based on the way he writes about them and it’s one of the things I love about him. He captures their fierce independence and inherent snark in his stories. One of my favorites is the little snippet in Good Omens in which a literal Hell Hound decided that he is no match for the average cat.
And of course, the marvelously sassy black cat from Coraline. I often joke that I am not just a cat person, I am essentially a cat in human form because I relate to them so intimately. If I had to guess, I’d say Neil is also a cat in human form.
I just saw this post where someone zoomed in on Aziraphale's face and it looks a lot like he's holding a bullet in his teeth
Does Aziraphale have a bullet in his teeth?!?!?
is this intentional?!?!?
please, tell us
I can't put the link to the post here but there is research, there is a slow motion video.
Thank You
Aziraphale has a bullet between his teeth at all points in Good Omens Season 1 and 2, except during the actual bullet catch sequence in Season 2 episode 4, when he has either a small fish or an enormous diamond between his teeth...
in S2 we see Crowley in the bookshop throwing books mindlessly away when something gets his attention. Even thou it is so Crowley it leaves me shocked each time he does it (I'm a bookseller).
Are those real books? What would Aziraphale say if he ever finds out?
Hope you don't mind me asking. -Shen.
While those were real books, they were also highly trained stunt books, and they had rehearsed the bit where David Tennant threw them down, so none of them were hurt.
So on my last rewatch I noticed how Aziraphale is gently amused (though never condescending) to Muriel and their "I'm a human police officer" routine.
But then, in the very same episode, without a trace of irony or self-awareness, our sweet angel dons his very best 1949 journalist cosplay and announces "I'm what's known as a newspaper man!"
He is just as excited, and almost as naive, as Muriel here -- down to not reading the big THE RESURRECTIONIST sign on the wall of the pub. "Gimme the facts!" He quips giddily. Might as well be saying "Wot's all this then?"
He's been here six thousand years but he is still an Eldritch being in a human suit and a giant goofball with no interest in keeping up with the times and it is fascinating and lovable that he can recognize Muriel's ridiculousness and not see his own.
I’ve always loved this. Additionally, notice how Crowley is annoyed by Muriel’s presence at first because he’s protective of Aziraphale, but when Azi informs him about the very “human” police officer, Crowley brightens immediately and matches his tone, playfully interacting with Muriel.
I think that Aziraphale does very much recognize himself in Muriel’s giddy, if naive, actions and he’s treating them with the same gentle, loving amusement that Crowley always does with him. He even teaches Muriel how to consume a human beverage, much in the way Crowley has taught him about human food and drink.
But the reason he is so patient and understanding with Muriel is because Crowley has always done that for him, always letting him be his quirky self.
If Neil Gaiman and David Tennant are having Imposter Syndrome, you're good.
(Transcript Below)
Neil Gaiman: The first problem of any kind of even limited success, is the unshakable conviction that you are getting away with something, and that any moment now, they will discover you.
David Tennant: For me, that's what being an actor is about. Sort of going, this is all, it's all on one level, it's all just a bit silly. And I can't really believe I'm getting away with this. And at some point someone's gonna tap me on the sholder and go 'Come on, you've had your fun. Move on. There are some people who can actually do this. There are some proper actors in the world. Stop pretending, and move on. You're a little wee nae from Paisley. You don't really get to do this.
Neil Gaiman: In my case I was convinced there would a knock on the door, and a man with a clipboard – I don't know why he had a clipboard, but in my head he always had a clipboard – would be there and tell me it was all over, and they've caught up with me, and now I would have to go and get a real job. One that didn't consist of making things up and writing them down, and reading books I wanted to read. And then, I would go away quietly. And get the kind of job I would have to get up early in the morning, and wear a tie, and not make things up anymore.
Just gonna save this little reminder for myself and anyone who needs to be reminded that imposter syndrome comes for us all and the best thing we can do is ignore it and keep doing what we love.
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