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@poet-to-none.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 6:55 PM

Aziraphale and Crowley (Satan) | Kinktober: Collar | Graphite | Close Up

"You. . .my sweet. . .wanna to sin for love. First anybody to want to." His lips press Aziraphale's, grazing with heated breath, speaking even while entering a kiss, "And I. . .find that hot."

#PoetToNone

Crowley's serpent tongue twists on the edge of Aziraphale's mouth, in a decadent open kiss. Crowley's crown of horns and Aziraphale's wings are at opposite angles of a diagonal. Crowley gazes down, eyes open a sliver. Along Aziraphale's neck is the intricate collar made of light, and some of the links of the chain that attaches to it. A chapter illustration for the story 'So shall it be sealed by the serpent's mark'
@poet-to-none.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 6:55 PM

Aziraphale and Crowley (Satan) | Kinktober: Collar | Graphite | Full Piece

"You. . .my sweet. . .wanna to sin for love. First anybody to want to." His lips press Aziraphale's, grazing with heated breath, speaking even while entering a kiss, "And I. . .find that hot."

#PoetToNone

Crowley's serpent tongue twists on the edge of Aziraphale's mouth, in a decadent open kiss. Crowley's crown of horns and Aziraphale's wings are at opposite angles of a diagonal. Crowley gazes down, eyes open a sliver. Along Aziraphale's neck is the intricate collar made of light, and some of the links of the chain that attaches to it. A chapter illustration for the story 'So shall it be sealed by the serpent's mark'
@poet-to-none.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 2:35 PM

Like the intensity of their eyes or the fluffiness of their hair. . .

#PoetToNone
#IneffableKinktober2026
#GoodOmensNSFW

Close up of shading on the expressions. Aziraphale is in profile, chin lifted and head relaxed back, his bicep is behind his face, coming around to rest his hand in the curls at the top of his head. Crowley is gazing into his upward cupped hands, which rest on Aziraphale's shoulder, as he performs a miracle. He's smirking somewhat, very excited with what he's doing.
@poet-to-none.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 10:35 PM

Aziraphale and Crowley (Satan) | Kinktober: Lingerie | Graphite (WIP)

More excited about spooky things than your typical guy. . .🪲

#PoetToNone
#IneffableKinktober2026

Close up of the shape of Crowley's hands and a beetle on Aziraphale's back
@poet-to-none.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 5:10 AM

🔥❤️‍🔥🔥

It's list time! 🤘

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#IneffableKinktober2026
@ineffablekinktober.bsky.social

Ineffable Kinktober prompt list with days marked as done with fire emojis
@poet-to-none.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 5:03 AM

Crawley (Satan) | Kinktober: Virgin | Graphite | Close Up

"He fills almost without moving, a glide of perfect harmony. Aziraphale's lashes rise throughout, excitement awakening in his eyes. The gentlest gasp of the evening falls from the angel."

#PoetToNone
#IneffableKinktober2026

Over a heap of pillows, Crowley and Aziraphale recline fully, Crowley pressed to Aziraphale from the back, Aziraphale on his side. Crowley grips Aziraphale's shoulder firmly, gazing at the joy and feeling in Aziraphale's expression, pleasure from Crowley sliding his cock into him, penetrating with care. Crowley's focused and loving. Aziraphale's arms cross over his chest, each hand clutching his nipples, enjoying the stimulation. Their robes are still partially worn, hung open and elegant. From a scene in the story, So shall it be sealed by the serpent's mark.
@poet-to-none.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 4:54 AM

Crawley (Satan) | Kinktober: Virgin | Graphite | Close Up

"He fills almost without moving, a glide of perfect harmony. Aziraphale's lashes rise throughout, excitement awakening in his eyes. The gentlest gasp of the evening falls from the angel."

#PoetToNone
#IneffableKinktober2026

Over a heap of pillows, Crowley and Aziraphale recline fully, Crowley pressed to Aziraphale from the back, Aziraphale on his side. Crowley grips Aziraphale's shoulder firmly, gazing at the joy and feeling in Aziraphale's expression, pleasure from Crowley sliding his cock into him, penetrating with care. Crowley's focused and loving. Aziraphale's arms cross over his chest, each hand clutching his nipples, enjoying the stimulation. Their robes are still partially worn, hung open and elegant. From a scene in the story, So shall it be sealed by the serpent's mark.
@poet-to-none.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 9:35 AM

Aziraphale and Crawley (Satan) | Kinktober: Marking | Graphite | Close Up

"I want my mark on you. Needed it the moment I laid eyes on you."
"That long ago you decided this?"
"Mmhm. Watched you in that garden."

#IneffableKinktober2026
#IneffableHusbands
#PoetToNone

Aziraphale and Crawley (as Bildad) tangled together after Crawley's burned the mark of the serpent onto Aziraphale's hip. The mark glows over the bare flesh illuminating Crawley's face, his expression in the ectasty of being able to at last bite and claim Aziraphale with his fangs. They curve sharply over his open lips, almost touching the angel's skin. One of Aziraphale's knees squeezes tightly to Crawley's body and all the billows of his robe that he's holding back with his hands, have been moved with the release of power, like it were wind. Crawley's hand grips above Aziraphale's knee, preventing movement.
@poet-to-none.bsky.socialSep 7, 2026, 4:18 PM

#Crowley | #IneffableHusbands | #GoodOmens | #PoetToNone

Graphite sketch. Crowley's gleaming gaze is visible over his shades, while seated in a bookshop chair. He's wearing late victorian fashion. In script, the last words of a poem are written, in his hand-writing: still. . .I am the farthest star.
@poet-to-none.bsky.socialSep 7, 2026, 4:18 PM

#Crowley | #IneffableHusbands | #GoodOmens | #PoetToNone

Graphite sketch. Crowley's hand props his black journal on the armrest of a chair, his elbow resting on a stack of books. In script, the starting words of a poem are written, in his hand-writing: I see constellations. I see them in everything.