Parker // He/Him/His // INTJ // Scorpio // A Scholar and a Gentlemen
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@masochist-incarnate It already is on a pair of booty shorts
yes, the text is glow in the dark
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You’re thinking of Minastrone! A mysoginist is the powerhouse of the cell.
any misogynists here
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reblog if you see your kink:
♡hair pulling
♡having financial stability
♡choking
♡recycling
♡bondage
♡saving the bees
♡role playing
♡having a healthy sleep schedule
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And so it is.
i hope you always have enough money to pay your rent on time, to buy your favorite groceries, and to invest in your art.
I receive that blessing & send it to everyone that follows me
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Before January ends, I’m going to magically and extremely be blessed by the universe.
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This is the employment Steve, reblog for bountiful job opportunity.
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This is the Baby Money Yoda, reblog in the next 60 seconds of seeing this to receive a blessing from our green bean prince.
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Ineffablegame’s GO Rec List of Delirious Smut
i.e. what i read while bedridden with the flu for 3 days
these furious passions, these chances by Ark
Deleted scene + smut with all the feels. After Crowley rescues Aziraphale from the Nazis and saves his books in 1941, Aziraphale realizes he’s in love with Crowley and confesses his feelings. They come to a temporary Arrangement - they will have one night together, and one night only.
This fic will rip out your heart with Feelings while simultaneously fulfilling nearly every kink you could have about A/C. The sex is, of course, sexy, but it comes from such a place of love that it’s impossible to forget it, and the added emotions make for a read that feels all the more explicit for its tenderness. Bonus for Crowley and Aziraphale being fittingly poetic as they confess their feelings - it feels old-fashioned in a way that suits them perfectly.
These Captive Stars by darlingred1
Aziraphale realized, long ago, that he has extremely sensitive thighs.
This is another smutty one with feelings. We have the exploration of bodies, Aziraphale’s slightly scandalous past, Soft Crowley who is desperately trying to be cool, and confessions that are both sweet and very *fans self* mood. I’m a sap so I love when characters fixate on each other’s features, and Crowley’s fixation on Aziraphale’s thighs is just. Ngkngkngkngkngk.
For the Angel Who Has Everything by triedunture
In which Crowley delights in giving Aziraphale little gifts and, eventually, himself.
Yet again, we have smut with feelings. This one features one of my favorite headcanons of the TV fandom, namely, Anthony “Acts of Service” J Crowley. Crowley is determined to give Aziraphale everything he could possibly want, and when the two finally sort out their feelings for each other, that ends up being himself. This fic is porny but indulgent, featuring a sexually-confident Aziraphale who is as hedonistic as he is vocal about his desires.
Through Every Door by darlingred1
After thwarting the end of the world, Aziraphale begins to avoid Crowley, and Crowley accidentally awakens his own repressed lust.
This is smut with plot, feelings, and a generous side-dish of humor. When Aziraphale begins avoiding Crowley after Armageddon’t, Crowley cajoles, mopes, and gets shitfaced by himself in turns. Lastly, he begins fantasizing about Aziraphale in exquisite detail. As Crowley tips headfirst into a wanking addiction, Aziraphale sends mixed messages about what he truly wants. This fic gets bonus points for Optional Genitalia, Terrified Houseplants, and Husbands Baking Crepes Together.
This one also has a wonderful podfic to accompany it, done by the amazing @podfixx!
Enjoy!
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A Way of Pleasing (D/C, 3k, E)
Castiel’s clearly not about to complain about Dean’s predilection for this particular act, but he can admit he finds it fascinating, another of Dean’s little quirks that he wants to investigate to the fullest even if he never arrives at a complete understanding.
He’s lost track of how many times Dean has pulled him aside in the middle of the day and dragged him somewhere moderately private – maybe the backseat of the car, maybe a rest stop bathroom – like he couldn’t wait another second to get his mouth on Castiel.
[read on ao3]
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that one extremely homoerotic painting of a babylonian man listening to a babylonian twink playing babylonian harp. that one
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