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Mornings Like These by ingafterdark (ingthing)
Fandoms: Original Work, Of Sense and Soul
21 Aug 2020
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Upon waking especially early one spring morning, Seamus and Hugo enjoy a romp between the sheets.
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I draw a lot of smut. A lot of it. (In case you didn't know already.)
An image gallery of my NSFW/18+ Aziraphale/Crowley fan art.
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Aziraphale breathes in under his fingers, gives a soft moan when Crowley’s hands sneak inside his open shirt. He begins to relax in his arms, little by little, letting his head loll back, leaning more and more onto the demon behind him. Yes. Lean on me. I will take care of everything for you. I will take care of you.
The only good angel in Creation. His angel, the one being that fits perfectly alongside him. The one fixed star in his universe, his centre of gravity.☀️
Crowley has his own way to distract Aziraphale from his melancholy thoughts.
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It’s not just about lust, and it’s not just about love.
The angel flips them around, trapping Crowley between himself and the wall, and already the demon feels calmer, more centred. Just – the reassuring weight and warmth of Aziraphale’s body anchoring him to the here and now, anchoring the thoughts in his head to the rest of him. The force of the angel’s palm against his chest, Aziraphale’s thigh firmly lodged between his legs.
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When Crowley can't shake off a gnawing, heavy feeling of restlessness by himself, he trusts in Aziraphale to help him clear and settle his mind.
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Aziraphale wants Crowley to, for the lack of better words, fill him like an eclair. Naturally, he manifests a mountain of pastry to make his request even sweeter.
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The Better Part of Valour by obstinatrix
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
12 Aug 2019
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Said I, a few weeks ago: "I feel there’s also room for e.g. bedsharing fic where the apocalypse has Not Happened and they’ve fallen into queerplatonic (or so they think) bedsharing and Crowley thinks he’s alone in being driven slowly to distraction by it, so he says nothing. Then one night he wakes when it’s still dark, and at first he doesn’t know why, until he hears Aziraphale’s breathing a little raspier than usual, and feels the very slight trembling of the bed."
And lo, that is exactly what this is.
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22 Dec 2020
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Your Force - to break, blow, burn, and make me new by sssnakelady for ingthing
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
31 Oct 2019
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Heaven’s Dress Tartan. Crowley had asked about it once, back in 1963. Seated there within the safety of the Bentley, only five years before Aziraphale would break his heart in two in this exact space. Aziraphale didn’t speak more on it beyond giving him a name and reiterating how tartan was, in fact, stylish. Crowley would never admit, even on threat of discorporation, that he had spent the better part of a week researching clan tartans to come up with nothing.
There was no other tartan in all the world that looked precisely like that.
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05 Nov 2019
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Premature Evocation, or the Complete Idiot's Guide to Inadvertent Erotic Summoning by Pinebarrens
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
18 Sep 2019
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The one where Aziraphale goes to the palm prom and accidentally summons Crowley in High Enochian.
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19 Sep 2019
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Crowley likes giving Aziraphale things. Whatever he wants, actually.
Which, happily, includes Crowley himself, as it turns out.
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17 Sep 2019
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Crowley stopped them in their trek, slipping his arm from Aziraphale’s grasp to face him, hands on his shoulders. “Are you sure you’re alright? A-are you having, like, a mid-life crisis or something now that Heaven’s cut you loose? You’re worrying me. What’s next? Cherry red sports car?”
Aziraphale reached up to pat Crowley’s hand in reassurance before they began walking again. “If I’m to live here, don’t you think it’s time I actually settled like I live here?”
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09 Sep 2019