#*gulp*

[messylustt]

v.31.10.23 day sixteen: corruption kink ( nsfw )

miguel o’hara brainrot

his little helper was always by his side. helping him in missions, and the overall technicalities of the spider society. you always had a smile on your pretty face, and miguel couldn’t help but feel enamoured by your innocent charm. ‘innocent’ perfectly described you, with your inexperience as you looked at the world through those rose-coloured glasses. but your innocence got you in trouble, too many times miguel had felt a sense of worry or protectiveness over you. you were far too innocent for this world. and as your boss it’s his duty to help you out, right? of course it is. of course miguel should help you with your inexperience… “shh, mi cariño, you’re okay, it feels good doesn’t it?” the feel of you clenching around his fingers tell him enough, as your wide eyes take in the dirty act miguel is doing. your innocence being given to him without your real knowledge of it. miguel would just talk you through it, making it not a big deal as his hard cock thrusts into you. “jus’ wanna make sure you’re prepared for anything. that’s all i wanna do…” he hums an excuse distractedly, as he takes your nipple into his mouth sucking and licking. miguel just wants to help you. but remember only he can. “be a good girl f’me, widen your legs…yeah baby…that’s it…”

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[cinamun]

Kick everybody out | Next

[forlornmelody]

Icarus & The Sun

Rating: Mature (Things get hot and heavy but no actual smut)

Fandom: Good Omens

Ship: Crowley/Aziraphale

Summary:  My take on the 1941 kiss, or is it?

Note: Mind the tags, will you? This ain't your mum's 1941 kiss.

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“There must be something I can do for you in return?” Surely the angel has realized by now how ridiculous he seems when he looks at Crowley like that. 

“Forget it, will you?” If Crowley were any other demon, he’d walk all over him. “Right.” Crowley clears his throat shifting the conversation and the Bentley to safer places. Aziraphale would be scandalized if he had any idea of what he was offering. “Spot of business to do–”

“Have you ever wondered what it was like?”

The Bentley jerks to a stop. A bomb nearly falls on them but Crowley whisks it out of existence with an automatic wave of his hand. He’s too focused on the white knuckles of his other hand to pay attention to much else. ‘Lot going on. That’s why he’s not hearing the angel right. Right? “What?”

Aziraphale giggles girlishly, only to swallow it with a cough. “I mean. They do it all the time. The humans, I mean.”

Bloody hell, Angel. “Do what?” Crowley dares to glance at the angel, praying-well, not praying exactly –that the shadow of his sunglasses hide where his gaze is pointing. No. Aziraphale’s not blushing. It’s the fiery glow of London’s streets. Yeah. That’s it. 

The angel nudges the Bentley into park. And then his fingers ghost across Crowley’s once free hand. “Touch each other.”

Aziraphale’s fingertips are as soft as the whisper of an owl’s feathers. They light a spark on the back of Crowley’s hand–one that travels up his spine and back down. He forgets to breathe. 

“You alright, Crowley?” Aziraphale starts to pull his hand away, before Crowley grabs onto it for dear life. 

“Don’t stop,” Crowley chokes out, squeezing Aziraphale’s fingers between his own. Dear Satan, if the other demons saw him now. 

His angel smiles as bright as the sun. He clears his throat, glancing down at the hand still clutched between Crowley’s and the demon lets go as if he had been holding onto a hot iron. “Thank you,” Aziraphale says with the softest chuckle. With a boldness that always catches Crowley by surprise, he grazes those finger tips across his hand again, but he goes farther this time, letting them fly up inside Crowley’s jacket, stilling as his palm finds his beating heart. The angel lets out a soft gasp, his finger tip matching the rhythm that hammers inside Crowley's chest. His lips stay parted, and Crowley’s tongue darts out of his mouth ever so slightly, as if he could taste the angel from here. “You’re so warm.”

“Sorry to disappoint you.” Crowley means it as a joke, but it comes out in a desperate rasp. Clearly no one who has touched a demon has ever actually said they were cold hearted. Has…has any other demon been touched like this? 

Aziraphale’s fingers brush the satin of Crowley’s shirt, and one finger grazes the space between two buttons, just barely touching his skin. Something inside Crowley snaps. He scoops up the angel’s hand, drawing it up to his lips to kiss. His eyes watch Aziraphale for a reaction, any reaction. The angel says nothing, though that blush– definitely a blush –spreads across his round cheeks. 

“Angel…” Crowley whispers, half-begging, half-warning.

“Crowley?” Aziraphale’s bright eyes search his own, his smile growing wider and wider…

The demon feels as if his body is being pulled through the center of the universe. With a trembling hand, Crowley dares to brush his fingers along the angel’s jaw. “Aziraphale,” he whispers.

Crowley isn’t sure who kisses who first—only that he would dare to never breathe again if that meant he could keep kissing him. Aziraphale presses deeper, drinking the demon in the same way he did his first goblet of wine—all haste and hunger, and Crowley can’t bear to tell him to slow down. That angel can’t decide on where to keep his hands, and so they wander from winding underneath Crowley's hat to grasp at his hair–to his shoulders, his back, his arms…Grinning against Crowley’s mouth, Aziraphale runs his fingers innocently…or perhaps not, to Crowley’s belt. 

Finally, Aziraphale pulls away from kissing Crowley, biting his swollen lip. Crowley didn’t even think about biting. Oh how he wants to now….”Is this alright?” The angel tugs on Crowley’s belt ever so slightly. Funny how Crowley hadn’t noticed how tight his pants had become. 

“Yes . ”  

Aziraphale’s fingers fumble as he works on the buckle, and Crowley is half-tempted to wrench his hands out of the way to speed things up but his knuckles feel oh so wonderful��against his crotch–the belt gets tossed into the backseat. The angels fingers wander into Crowley’s pants–

Crowley’s eyes fly open. He sits up, shivering in his own sweat. Even the heat of his flat can’t match that of an angel’s touch. Bumping into his desk, Crowley remembers the day he watched the new archangel leave. How he waited for what felt like an eternity for Aziraphale to change his mind-to step out of that elevator with a laugh “Oh, Crowley, I didn’t mean it!” But that moment didn’t come. 

Does Aziraphale dream of him? Does he sleep? Does Aziraphale ever get the chance to sleep? 

Wandering into the atrium, Crowley gazes up at the sky. 

[kakmem]

Makan bareng

[cadathecat]

the birds.. they are plotting something..

[bluisbeingstupid]

will i be publicly executed if i say i have an um... oc x canon with ..............adri

[camvrin]

i have mommy AND daddy issues confirmed oh hell nah 😭

[kimikofrenchie]

big theme this episode of putting things out of their misery. sure hope this doesn’t have implications for later in the season

[nilla-bear]

[cinamun]

Things Fall Apart will continue later this week.

[cottagewhores]

this conversation made me dizzy

[jesuistrestriste]

https://www.tumblr.com/jesuistrestriste/786300871528087552/httpswwwtumblrcomjesuistrestriste78576120295

SAGEYYY this gave me an idea aka scissoring with ftm!art but i wanted to ask if u were cool with me writing it since its technically YOUR idea !!!!!!

AIDEN ♥️ !!! by all means, please write it !!!! if we’re getting really technical, it was anon’s idea, so i have no “claim” on it:3 and anyway, the love for scissoring deserves to be spread so i say go forth ! scissor it up !! (i will be reading. i love humping of any sort. yes. and i love U.)

[cinewhore]

the mean part of my brain is always like he can do better

and then by whatever gods in the sky i met one of his former prospects (literally took her to brunch lol) and the meaner part of my brain is like oh yeah he definitely can do better

[strawbie-doodle]

peace and love and happiness. it's been so long since the last time we saw him smile

[kilobran]

Okay, I've already posted this panel, but it's also my ad for this chapter. So! Check out They're Both a Kilogram while there's still main characters!

[zyntifada]

dan avidan now has a salt and pepper beard and this is bad. for me