4 Works by SmutSummit
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Black as the Devil, Hot as Hell. Pure as the Angel, Sweet as Love. by SmutSummit
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
24 Sep 2021
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All the while a horrid, gnawing truth ate away at what had been tiny bright spot on his black heart.
Aziraphale would never feel the things that he did. Never.
If there's one thing Hell excels at, it's obliterating hopes and dreams. Crawly had certainly been a demon long enough to know better than to hold onto fantasies. He swallowed down the spiky, bitter truth and felt it lodge in his gullet where time would digest it...eventually.
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Angels aren't made for love and romance.....but is Aziraphale still like the others? -
Angel of the Lord by SmutSummit
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
11 May 2021
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Celestial Mechanics by SmutSummit
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
11 May 2021
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Would Aziraphale ever kiss-and-tell? No, never, of course not! But demons have a way of digging things up, especially when they resort to middle-school tactics.
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Their kiss continued, brutal and hot. Aziraphale suddenly remembered how his arms worked circled them around the demon's waist pulling him closer. Crowley broke off the kiss with a sharp inhale and moved his head to rest against the angel's.
"Tell me to leave, angel." Raw need vibrated through the demon's voice. He pressed his forehead against Aziraphale's. His hands trembled as they cradled the angel's face. He took another ragged breath. "You don't want to do this! You don't want this from me!"
Now it was Aziraphale's turn to inhale sharply. Their mouths were so close that their breath mingled. He could feel heat from the demon, from their pressed foreheads, down his chest, to his groin. He drained away any trace of alcohol from his system and let cold, hard clarity wash over him. This was...dangerous. This was wild and thoughtless. Hedonistic. This should stop. That would be for the best. Safe. Sane. Responsible.
"No" Aziraphale's voice ghosted the word. Then bolder, louder, steadier "Stay, please. I want this." He clasped his hands against the demon's and tipped his head back to meet Crowley's eyes. "I want you."