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Good Omens Fic (and art) Master Post

Smut fic

For Loving One rated explicit Slow burn long fic, posting weekly on Wed and Sun. Father Fell x Crowley Human AU in WW2

Silence is Golden rated explicit Smutty Angst follow up to The Rest is Silence

Like one of your French Girls rated explicit Aziraphale gets inspired by the Titanic film. Crowley models ;)

Eye Contact rated explicit "Keep looking. Don’t you dare look away. Look away and I’ll stop. Understand?” Dom Crowley one shot

The Tension and the Spark rated explicit “I think I like hearing you beg me.” Dom Azi one shot

In Perfect Unity rated explicit Double priest porn, PWP with feels.

To Err is Human Rated Explicit. Memory Loss AU, based on canon but Aziraphale was never invited to Heaven. Slightly slow burn, Mutual Pining, Smut with Feels.

The Rest is Silence Rated explicit One-shot, Porn with Feels for the Smut War. They're Not Talking.

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Aziraphale in the paintball scene, though. I mean, seriously, y’all

Look

at

this

absolute

nerd

Especially that last gif! This is an angel that is literally thousands of years old, he helped create the motherfuckin’ universe, and he is p o u t i n g at Crowley over some paint on his jacket that he could EASILY remove himself.

But wait! There’s more!

Not only has Aziraphale already shown Crowley the stain, but Crowley has already circled him to assess the damage for himself.

And yet, after saying, “Well, I would always know the stain was there,” with that little pout, he turns to show Crowley the stain again.

And then! AND THEN!!

He gives Crowley this look.

Do you see the little raise of his eyebrows??? LOOK AGAIN

He could very easily get rid of this stain himself, but he is doing E V E R Y T H I N G in his power to get Crowley to do it for him.

“I could do this myself,” he’s saying, “but I’d rather you do it. You can do it better than me, can’t you? Please? Please, won’t you???”

The funniest part about this, fam, is that we all know Crowley needs very little prompting to actually indulge Aziraphale’s whims. He’s incredibly indulgent, anyways, we see ample evidence of that in Hard Times.

But this…I think (?) this is the first time that we see Aziraphale actively seeking out and trying to manipulate his way into getting one of those acts of service that Crowley so does like to give to him.

Like, sure, back during the Shakespeare scene, Aziraphale gives Crowley that very hopeful, “oh, WILL YOU?” look when Shakespeare mentions needing a miracle for Hamlet, but that is so different from this.

This is Aziraphale KNOWING that Crowley indulges and using that knowledge for his personal gain.

AND CROWLEY GIVES IT TO HIM. HE JUST. DOES.

That is the face of a spoiled angel that has gotten exactly what he wanted–a certain demon’s love and attention.

And that look Crowley gives him is just as devastating to me as Aziraphale’s sunshine smile over getting what he wanted.

That is a look of UTTER INDULGENCE.

He absolutely knows he’s been played but is happy to let it happen, because there is nothing quite as satisfying as indulging Aziraphale.

That is a look that says, “You’re so obvious, angel, and it’s adorable.”

He’s made his angel happy, what the fuck does he care?

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tiny-vermin

more art for vol, because these fics changed something in me okay!!

“Kiss me,” Crowley breathes.  He tips his head up, and the collar at his throat pulls tighter. This close, Crowley can see Aziraphale swallow, hear the exhale as he slides his hand to the nape of Crowley’s neck, toying with his hair. He leans down, brings his beautiful face nearer.  Crowley’s eyes are half-lidded, he’s breathing rapidly as Aziraphale brushes their lips together.  Crowley’s first kiss is warm and brief and chaste. Aziraphale pulls away and Crowley leans up, chasing that mouth, that hint of bergamot on Aziraphale’s breath.  “Anthony,” Aziraphale rasps, and Crowley bites his lip. No one ever calls him that and fuck if it doesn’t send shivers through him. He feels his name in this man’s mouth could make him shake, could shake him right out of this cold and lonely life and into a new one.  A life where he can be kissed, where he can be desired. Where he can desire , and it’s not wrong and it’s not dirty. A life where it would be the most natural thing in the world for this beautiful man to place his hands on him and call him by his first name.  He thinks those hands, that voice, could sanctify even his lust.
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hi, i made a personality quiz: which childhood cartoon animal are you?

18 results, including snoopy, pingu, hello kitty, miffy, tweety, doraemon, yogi bear, the pink panther, winnie the pooh, paddington bear, peppa pig, scooby doo, bugs bunny, clifford, bambi, blue (blue’s clues), curious george, and oswald the octopus.

i hope you enjoy it! feel welcome to tag/reply with what you got 💫

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feral-ballad

Rati Saxena, ed. by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes, from Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women: A World Poetry Anthology; "Mountain nights"

[Text ID: “Last night / there was a dream / And / In the dream? You / You / You / And / Only you”]
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hanahanumana

Lovely fanfic from the talented TheScholarlyStrumpet and some hands from me to go with it. 🖤🤍

'Fell dropped the packets and clutched Crowley’s right hand in both of his. “I run rather warm, I believe. Handy in the winter but come summer. Well. I do what I can.” He rubbed his palms back and forth with Crowley’s outstretched digits sandwiched, creating quick friction between them. 

“Fnghhh,” Crowley huffed in superfluous protest. His kneecaps were pressed into the side of Fell’s thigh, even warmer than those broad, thick fingered hands. 

Fell brought their hands briefly toward his mouth, breathing hot air over them and rubbing briskly again. “Better?” 

Whatever noise escaped Crowley next seemed to answer in the affirmative so he watched mutely as Fell gave his other set of fingers the same treatment.'

I love this SO MUCH @hanahanumana!! 😍😍😍

Tagging @goodomensafterdark to see this too!!

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