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anadiasmount · 7 months

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what do you think an ideal date with jude be like?

a love for the books - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: request above!

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HIII MY LOVE!! i’m so sorry this was delayed but i’m posting this in honor of valentine’s day 😣🤍 ik this might be a little over the top, but knowning how jude is...🤭 HERE’S THISSS FOR YOU AND ANYONE READING!! like always, hope you enjoy bc it’s pure fluff 🤍🤍

“look so pretty for me darling,” jude said coming up behind you where you shyly looked away as you finished clasping your earrings on. “seriously, like how did i get this lucky,” jude kisses your temple and sighed in relief as he hugged your waist.

you smelled his familiar cologne, kissing his bicep that was bare as he wore a simple black button-up and some jeans. looking more boyfriend than ever. “i don’t know jude, you tell me. i’m the lucky one for being able to spend my weekend away with my boyfriend for the first time in weeks,” you say teasingly.

“you’re right. but i have a girlfriend who is patient, loves and cares for me, and planned this evening for the two of us. don’t worry i have something special in store for you later,” jude leans down and pecks your lips in a loving manner, a groan stuck in his throat as he tastes your sweet taste.

“cmon i wanna eat, i’ve been dying to eat for hours,” jude says pulling you to the door hand to hand. “jude wait hold, wait jude! i need my shoes and my purse,” you say giggling and rushed. jude sits impatiently as you finish final details, sighing in relief once you finished.

jude opens the passenger door for you, refusing to let you do anything and let him be the gentleman he is. he keeps a hand on your thigh but from time and time, he'll interlock hands and kiss the back of it gently, giving you a cheeky smile as he sang to his music.

he led you to your table at the exclusive and private restaurant, never letting go until he grabbed your chair and helped you get seated. his brows pulled in as he scanned through the menu, telling you different options of what he saw or what he was in the mood for.

"we'll take the roscatto red wine in a bottle, and bread rolls for starters," jude spoke kindly, his thumb rubbing your skin as you continued to scan in the menu, thanking the waiter when they brought and filled your glass.

"what's the surprise you mentioned," you asked curiously, leaning your head on your hand that rested on your table. "it won't be a surprise if i tell you," jude snickered, grabbing a small bite of the golden warm bread. "yes but i'm impatient and want to know," you moaned. "if you keep whining i'll blindfold you and won't let you see the entire ride there," jude raised his brow testing you.

"fine, now what are you thinking of getting?" you asked taking a sip of the red wine carefully. "maybe the honey garlic salmon with a side of stirred veggies?" he said slowly as he read the menu. you winced in a disgusted manner, shaking your head at the thought of seafood, "ew..."

"oh please," jude laughed at you, "i bet you'll order pasta or noodles of some sort knowing how you are," jude teased earning a dramatic gasp from you. "for your information, i was thinking of it... BUT i'm going to go with the steak with a side garlic parm zucchini bites and stuffed rolls," you poke your tongue out.

jude and you speak quietly among yourselves, laughing loudly as you remember old memories and remince those times where you first met, last minute dates because you had missed each other. going to random gas stations to get snacks, or stay up all night on facetime.

you could remember it all, write all the memories down on sheets of papers and turn them into a book if you wanted to. jude always tells you the day you have kids, and once they’re bigger, he couldn’t wait to tell them just exactly how you met. how his heart bang out his chest and saw everyone blurry and just you standing in the room.

how nervous he was trying to approach you. the eagerness inside him to hear you laugh or make you smile. how determined he was to get your number or any sort of contact because he knew. how much off a stuttered mess he was once he finally asked you if you want to go inside for a drink. how he felt like the luckiest man on earth, almost cried, when you told him the three words.

through think and thin. you were it for him. and he’ll never ever let go of you.

“cmon… we’re almost there baby…” jude said as he dragged you along the gravel road down into a wet trail. “jude when you mentioned surprise i though a movie night with a fort and a game off poker, not this! i just ate and all this walking is gonna make me throw up,” you laughed nervously, almost misplaced your step any a giant rock.

“funny you say movie night… what if we have a movie night here,” jude closed your eyes, then revealed the open setting. “we can star and moon gaze if we get bored, but we can have a movie night here with all these snacks surrounding us,” jude kisses your forehead, watching your mouth agape as you saw the laid out pillows and sheets, a small table containing the snacks and jude’s ipad.

“jude… this is so CUTE. I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! you’re the best boyfriend i could ever ask for,” you squeal hugging him so tight he’s afraid you’ll break his bones. “only boyfriend you’ll have,” jude states in a possessive manner making you roll your eyes playfully.

“only boyfriend i know, unless for some reason henry cavil turns up single?” you shrug pouting your bottom lip, jude immediately frowning as he followed your steps into the sheets laid out. “uhm first off all were both english. second of all that won’t ever happen, i’ll make sure if it. third of all, you say all this after i do this for my lovely girlfriend?” jude speaks as hoe watches you set up the pillows and open bags of chips.

“i was just kidding… you’re the only hero in my life, and i can’t wait to make more of these memories with you,” you say after nagging an upset jude to lay down. he has one hand under his head, as the other one strokes your back, the bringing it up to tuck a curl back, brushing your cheek and leaning up to capture your lips.

you melt inside, feeling a burn sensation as he kiss your lips. this felt different than past times, the way he holds you, kissing you like a starved man, hands brushing and pulling you on top of him so he can further the kiss even more. your hearts beat quicker, not once pulling away, just in your own world with jude.

“as much as i want to fuck you against these sheets… i want to watch the movie with you,” jude pulls away breathless, smears of your lipstick all over his lips as he closes his eyes trying to calm down. “and what if i say i don’t want to watch the movie… that i’ll take that offer right now,” you whisper, kissing his jaw, making jude shiver.

“if you’re a good girl and do what i’ll say, i’ll gladly grant the wish, so turn around for me and press play…” jude’s voice then deep nudging to the ipad and watching you slowly turn and lay on his arm, feeling your nails gaze onto his skin as you traced his veins.

after a couple minutes of silence and just your breaths and watching the movie, you feel jude pull the strap of your dress down and pepper kisses all over your bare shoulder. “stay still, gonna give my girl the love and care she deserves…”

your love was definitely a story for the books.

#jude bellingham #judey thoughts 5️⃣#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham one shot #football fanfic #footballer #football x reader

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jakexneytiri · 2 years

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Ohh love the drunk Neteyam. What about drunk reader ?

i like the way you think, anon.

⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰

there’s a ceremony being held tonight for all of the omatikaya warriors who participated in the successful raid earlier today.

neteyam is stationed with jake and neytiri, in front of everyone as jake gives a post raid victory speech. you stand with kiri, lo’ak, and tuk, eyes only on neteyam. he looks so gorgeous you could cry. he’s wearing his omatikaya cummerbund, a new armband, and new feathers in his hair. his beauty is breathtaking.

after jakes speech ends, a group of warriors approach him and neteyam to congratulate them. you and lo’ak do a bit of crowd spotting, watching a group of adults chant “näk! näk! näk!” (drink).

lo’ak decides it’s best to swoop in on the action, swiping two bowls of liquid. walking back over to where you two are stationed, he hands one to you.

“ladies first.” he smirks, holding the bowl out for you.

“lo’ak…i don’t know if we should…” you hesitate, looking down at the dark liquid sloshing around the bowl.

“come on. don’t be a wuss.” he nags, eyeing his own bowl.

you hesitate a bit, taking a deep breath before bringing the bowl to your lips. chugging quickly, you drink all of it, wincing as you hand the bowl back to lo’ak.

“oh shit!” lo’ak laughs and begins chugging his, trying to catch up with you. “i’ll go get us two more!”

before you know it, you two are drunk off your asses. neteyam was finally able to break free from the group of warriors, looking around for you. he finally spots you with lo’ak, off to the side, tucked away from everyone.

giggling. swaying. dancing. well, trying to. his sole focus is on you as he approaches your party of two.

—

a strong hand grabs your arm, immediately pulling you to his chest.

“teyammm!” you smile, grabbing both sides of his face and eagerly crushing your lips to his.

although a bit taken back, he reciprocates the kiss, his large hand resting on your cheek.

you pull away, looking his body up and down, giggling as your hands moving over his arms, to his chest, and lower until he stops you.

“my love? are you feeling okay?” he raises the back of his hand to your forehead “you feel warm.”

lo’ak is laughing watching all this go down, saying “bro. we drank the good stuff!”

“WHAT! you skxawng! you gave that to her?!” neteyam yells, concerned now as he holds you up.

“she chugged first bro. pretty impressive, if you ask me.” lo’ak says, rolling his eyes.

“teyammm. wannnaaaaaaakisssyouuuuuu” you mumble against his chest, running your fingers along his arm.

“i’m taking her home.” neteyam confidently states.

“idontwannaagohomeyettt!” you whine, shaking yourself out of his grasp.

“my love, please. you’re not thinking clearly. let me take you home.” he calmly says.

“mmmmmm.” you mumble against his chest. “wannaa liee downnnn.”

“all right, let’s go.” in one swift movement, he lifts you up, cradling you in his arms as he begins the walk back to your marui.

you begin to play with his new armband, toying with the feather between your fingers. “i liiikkkeee thisss.”

“oh yeah?” he chuckles, brushing a braid from your face.

“aaaaaaaaand theeeeeeseeeeeeee!” your hands reach up to play with the new feathers in his hair.

“maybe i’ll keep them in a bit longer, just for you, hm?” he places a gentle kiss to your forehead as he opens the flap to your shared marui.

you giggle as he lays you down, settling himself beside you.

“teyyyaammm? i feeellll fuzzzzzyyyy.” you whine, burying your face in his chest.

“i know, i know. we’re gonna try and sleep it off, okay?” he runs his fingers down your back, gently tickling it.

easing into his touch, you feel your eyelids droop. running your fingers through his hair to play with his new feathers again, you find yourself drifting to sleep.

“that’s it, pretty girl. go to sleep.” he continues to tickle your back, as your eyelids remain closed for the night, finally succumbing to sleep.

#i just couldn’t stop writing this one #ty anon<3 #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x you #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam sully x you #neteyam sully x reader #requests <3

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fatuismooches · 10 months

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SMOOCHES UR PROBABLY SICK OF ME [📺] JUMLIGMV INTO UR INBOX BUT IR POST ABOUT THE SONG DOCTOR WITH DOTTORE

Like, he’s fully convinced there’s something different about you and that’s why he’s so utterly enamored with you. But like months of him getting blood samples, measurements, brain scans and other things he just realizes he’s in love..

He was fully convinced there was something different about your anatomy or biology that made him fascinated with you but, he’s just utterly and madly in love with you..

NO NO 📺 ANON DON'T APOLOGIZE!! I ALWAYS LOVE SEEING YOU POP IN HERE!! AND YESSSSS!! I adore thisss 💗

It's actually very amusing to think about, how much Dottore's perception has changed of you. He went from thinking you were the plainest and boring person to ever (dis)grace his presence, to wondering what about you could possibly make him feel so tingly and good, to realizing the problem lay with him instead. He went from being entirely disinterested, to suddenly wanting to know every single detail of you, down to the ones you didn't even know yourself (he is willing to find out for you though). He goes from hating you to suddenly being enamored with every part of your being. You find the whole thing rather amusing because you're probably already aware of his feelings, but you let him indulge. Let him indulge in his unawareness for the time being. Because you already know how his experiment will end.

So you watch for months (a bit impatiently toward the end, because you want him to hurry up!! just realize you're in love already!) as Zandik analyzes all the things he recorded of you. You've already told him that there's nothing that special about you, but he has yet to believe you. So he analyzes and scrutinizes and examines every single thing carefully, but nothing. Absolutely nothing comes up. You're really just... quite normal. He really... does not understand. He spends a lot of time just thinking after, wondering where he could have gone wrong, because surely he couldn't have failed, right? When Zandik finally realizes all of the obsession with you stems from his love for you it all just... clicks. At first, he vehemently denies it, but connecting the dots is unfortunately really simple and everything points to that. He feels quite... stupid and foolish after that.

(You just give him that 'told ya so' smile and kiss him before he can get mad.)

#smooches talks #📺 anon #dottore love notes <3 #puts him in a jar and shakes him!! mwahaha #he still continues to study u after that anyway

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destinyc1020 · 8 months

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back in 2019, Tom besides Z was with Jacob, he was still talking about her in those comic cons He attended. They were broken up but not bad blood and We had Claire’s comments about Tom in December of that year, she definitely preferred Tom over JE but she respected her daughter’s decision. It was obvious the New York photos were something Tom wasn’t expecting, I don’t think the Darnell unfollowed and followed was by mistake. That moment was probably when Tom decided to move on. Nadia was still dating her ex by February 14th, they broke up afterwards and by march she moved in with Tom, for supposedly a few weeks of lockdown that nobody predicted will be months.

Tom posting Nadia: I was happy for him, He can have a public relationship like Z, but afterwards I felt He posted her because she was jealous of Z and insecure, and he did it to make her feel important. When Nadia finished filming and didn’t go back to Berlin, then went on vacation with a friend and then to London, showed It was over. All his family went to Berlin to say goodbye to Tom, she didn’t. It was kind of messy but She had all the signs, he was still with Z in his heart. Better this way than a cheating situation

My opinion, don’t come after Destiny

Yup!! I can tell the ones in my inbox who were actually there during that time like I was, and saw everything go down in real time lol.

^^THISSS!!! In fact, if you all go back to my blog and look at the posts I made when Tom made his rlshp "Instagram Official" lol, I was actually HAPPY for him and glad that he was able to finally have a relationship in the public eye and not have to be hiding a gf all the time like he was in the Tomdaya rlshp (which, I understand WHY they did it, but was NOT sustainable long-term imo at ALL).

I was actually happy for him!!! And I honestly didn't mind N. Until, she started shading him and Zendaya... 😒

Another thing to keep in mind... Fans keep clinging on to this, "Oh he posted her TWICE on Instagram" thing. Omg twice?? WHAT?? Alert the papers! He posted her *gasp* twice on his IG! 🤣

I totally agree w/your assessment ...it was my same line of thought... I think that he posted her the first time genuinely... But the second time?? I strongly suspect that was done in order to make her feel less insecure. Cuz remember, he and Z had obviously reconnected by then cuz of her Emmy nod back in July. What fans FORGET is that Tom posted her on like Aug 6th (was it?) and then by August 15th, Nadia's mom had already UNfollowed Tom. I forget the actual dates now (I'd have to go back on my blog to double-check lol), but let's just say, it was obvious that Tom and Nadia split up..... like DAYS after he posted her the second time. LOL. The second time doesn't even really count to me. Let's get real lol.... 😅😅 He was not in love with her!

Better this way than a cheating situation

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thenightfolknetwork · 8 months

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Thisss is a bit of an odd question, I think but...

I want to get into the 'dating sphere', but I'm stuck with a few caveats:

-I receive rather decent work in the village closest to me (it's remote enough I had to send in the post to a friend to transcribe) so I can't find myself moving to someplace too much more populated, but also my next point:

-I'm a very anxious person on account of the reaction most people have to me. I'm one of the more ophidian genuses which definitely shows in the face, a bit tall for a lady, and my tail tends to be a bit...adventurous. Most people that ask for my spellwork don't stay long after getting their product. I can see the fear or worry in their faces. It leaves me rather self-conscious to the point I have to put a homo-sapien disguise to gather supplies in-town.

that leads into my final problem. There is somebody who's shown interest in me. Rather he's interested in the disguise I wear in town. He's rather handsome and its hard not to fantasize being more than acquaintances, but...I'm scared of getting my hopes up if I ever reveal to him that I'm not really what I show on the surface. That I'll be back at square one.

Do I try actively seeking out folks who enjoy my real form, at the cost of maybe having to move? or is there a way I can navigate this one right here without him thinking I'm leading him on or tricking him?

I'm so sorry you've been subjected to such unkindness, reader. The difficulties faced by liminal folk in rural and otherwise isolated communities are all too often overlooked, or dismissed by urban nightfolk who suggest their rural counterparts simply move away – as if there is anything simple or reasonable in such a suggestion.

It is entirely right that you should not only hope but expect to be treated with kindness and respect in your local community, no matter how isolated that community may be. But in order to get that support, you first need to show your community that you need it.

Presenting as sapio when you go into town may be more comfortable, but comfort must sometimes give way to necessary, healthy vulnerability. I worry that by habitually hiding your liminal nature, you may be compounding your self-consciousness rather than alleviating it.

You have nothing to hide, reader. There is nothing wrong with having an adventurous tail or being all “for a lady” (a lady of what genus, might I ask?) Other people's discomfort with you is their problem to deal with, not yours.

Besides, the world is very different for the community today than it was just a few years ago. Thanks to major advancements in both communication technology and liminal liberation, your neighbours are used to seeing people of different genuses in the media, and very likely will have experience with nightfolk in their places of work or even among their friends and family.

I encourage you to set aside your romantic concerns for the time being and work on building up your confidence to be yourself in public. You don't have to cast off your disguise all at once, but it is well worth exploring spaces and times where you feel able to venture forth in sapio society without pretending to be one of them.

Some people will not respond well. This is sadly to be expected, but again – not your fault and not your issue to solve. But I feel sure that you will be pleasantly surprised, and that your community will, by and large, rise to the challenge. And, with any luck, this “rather handsome” somebody will be among them.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

#answered #monstrous agonies #the nightfolk network

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samaraxmorgan · 12 days

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I saw your post about wanting to do a Halloween special, so I figured I'd contribute. Even if it doesn't end up as the prompt, it might be useful for getting ideas flowing!

My thought was trying to rope Sukuna into working at a haunted house with us! (Since we're dealing with the housing crisis, perhaps he'll be glad to know the extra cash wouldn't hurt. 👀)

I LOVE THISSS!! I’ve been thinking about this one since u sent it and I got so many ideassss

Him being a metal vocalist is so PERFECT for scaring people in the haunted house; he ends up getting placed towards the end to be the final big scare, jumping out and doing a deep guttural growl to scare the fucking LIFE out of everyone around him!!

And we end up working an earlier part of the house, wearing a sadoko costume around a bunch of similarly dressed mannequins and we jump out of an old tv to scare people!! Before the house opens us and Sukuna take turns walking through it, and Sukuna scares us BAD when we went through so we decide we’re gonna get him back!!

He walks through our section and as we jump out from the tv he immediately grabs us and slings us over his shoulder, teasing us for squirming and screaming and telling us “shouldn’t you be scaring me?” He ends up making us go through the whole house again over his shoulder just to spite us skskskk

#working a haunted house with him is SUCH A GOOD IDEA!!!#ask box #roommate Sukuna au

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thewulf · 5 months

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You're so talented and wonderful 🩷 now I kinda wanna be selfish and ask for a little imagine, due to my birthday this Wednesday but of course I understand if it's gonna be posted later on 🤗

So I'd also thought of something with Aragorn where the reader is also an ranger and the group meets her someday on their journey to Mordor as she takes him down unexpectedly as she thinks they're enemies, so she lands on top of him with a sword on his neck and in that moment he falls for her immediately (I know it might sound weird, but hey true love 😉). They convince her to join their fellowship and Aragorn gets very protective of her, always making sure she's fine. One very cold night for example, he notices her shivering and cuddles her close to him, keeping her warm and finally they share their first kiss, and Aragorn is just hella cuddly and kissy afterwards? Oh I hope you don't mind this idea ! You can change whatever you want ❤️❤️

Please be selfish!! The more requests the more it motivates my lazy butt to write hahaha.

I LOVE THISSS. I love a strong female and I love Aragorn even moreeeee! I will try my best and get this out Wednesday for you :)

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definitionsfading · 2 years

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⚜️ blackeyedblonde’s ongoing master list of Good Omens fics ⚜️

Since twitter is on the blitz these days I guess I need to endeavor to move this comprehensive list here over yonder; my fics are always accessible on my AO3 page under my handle blackeyedblonde, but in case anybody wanted to see the ineffable stuff all in one place, here they are in chronological order of posting date beginning in November 2019. I affectionately refer to my back catalog as “adult bedtime stories” so please be aware nearly all of these are very much NSFW.

A/N: Many of my stories focus pretty intently on things like comfort, catharsis, emotional and physical healing, and deeper explorations of intimacy; some of these stories explore those motifs through the use of consensual kink and roleplay, so please be mindful of all tags. I am also a big proponent of Switch Life and have Crowley and Aziraphale swap out their roles and Efforts, including in the carrying of male presenting or genderfluid pregnancies, though I do Not write cismale mpreg. Please feel free to scroll through and take a look around, I offer a wide variety of niche topics and scenarios. Enjoy!

1. This Miraculous Child (Of Ours) || 12K || Explicit

Major themes: post-Almost Apocalypse, established relationship, unplanned pregnancy, pregnant Crowley, childbirth, home birth, ineffable parents, fluff, humor, domestic nesting, slightly book flavored boys

“Well?” Crowley asks, wretchedly pulling his sunglasses from his face. “Why isn’t your angelic juju doing me one better and nipping whatever this is in the arse?” The fact that Aziraphale has paled some himself and reached up to clutch at the front of his dressing gown doesn’t seem to bode well.

“You—you’re with child, Crowley,” he says, just like that, in the messy parlor of this once-scourged effing bookshop in Soho where Crowley thought he’d lost the one thing he ever really cared about, the car be damned, since they unraveled into existence and millennia began.

2. With Plenty of Room to Grow || 37K || Explicit || direct sequel to “This Miraculous Child (Of Ours)”

Major themes: future fic, domestic life, kid fic, ineffable parents, banter and humor, fluff, planned pregnancy, pregnant Crowley, childbirth, home birth, old married couple, porn with many feelings

Aziraphale is deathly quiet on the other end of the line, and finally Crowley breaks. “When I said she needed a playmate, I didn’t even realize—that we, could, well. You know. Do the ol’ one-two, and source merchandise internally.”

He can practically hear Aziraphale’s blink. “The old ‘one-two’?”

Crowley presses his fingers into his eye sockets and tips his head back. “I’m saying, angel, that you could knock me up again so the poor kid could have a brother or a sister, or something. At least whatever the bloody hell came out would be more on par with her own existence as a—whatever she is, which is certainly-not-human-after-all!”

3. a perfectly willing sacrifice || 10K || Explicit

Major themes: historical setting, monster fucking, transformation, medical kink, size kink, consensual kink of many colors, first time, virgin Crowley, virgin “sacrifice,” dark humor, banter, happy ending (please follow link for a more thorough list of kinks)

Later that night, when neither he nor Aziraphale are sleeping in the advisor’s small hut, but rather getting quickly and efficiently smashed on some stripe of primitive alcohol so potent he’s pretty sure they could breathe fire with it, Crowley gets up the courage to ask what, exactly, the mountain spirit does to the sacrificial virgin peacemakers.

“He, uh—well. You know. It’s...rather quite unsavory to talk about, dear. I’d rather not.”

“Thisss is going to be me up there tomorrow, you bloody nit,” Crowley slurs, slamming his cup down on the table. “I need to know before I’m in the thick of it, don’t I?”

Aziraphale looks visibly flustered, but attempts to press on. “The ritual entails….a special cleansing of your womb prior to the mountain spirit’s arrival. I’ll have to perform—hic!—the proper rites and blessings, you see. It’s something of a tedious process, all in all.”

“I beg your fucking pardon!” Crowley half-shouts, suddenly a touch more sober than he was mere moments ago. “MY WOMB?”

4. that healing place || 9K || Mature

Major themes: pre-Almost Apocalypse, established relationship, slightly book flavored boys, whump, hurt Crowley, sentient Bentley, bookshop setting, metaphysical healing, physical healing, intimacy, hurt/comfort, light angst, non-graphic tender sex

“Oh, dearest, don’t you ever worry about me and my sentimentalities,” Aziraphale says softly, leaning in as if to thumb away the tear track, though he seems to freeze when he finally notices the hairline fissure on Crowley’s sunglasses.

“Crowley,” he says at length, gone dangerously serious and quiet, and in the same moment Crowley can feel his last finger clinging to the edge of the glamour, sensing the open abyss with its gaping maw waiting below him. “What did they do?”

“Nothing,” he lies through his teeth, trembling with the effort to stay upright, to even utter the next three words that rattle in his throat. “Nothing at all.”

5. Nanny Dearest || 7K || Explicit

Major themes: Dowling era, Nanny Crowley, Brother Francis Aziraphale, sexual role play, consensual role play, pegging, double-ended strap on, top Crowley, breaking character, emotional sex, developing relationship

Antonia smiles, and then goes over to fetch her handbag where she left it on the table. “Not so fast, pet,” she says, popping the clasp to reach inside for something. “I had some other plans for you and I, tonight.”

When she withdraws her hand, she’s holding something very black and very phallic, though not entirely in the so-called traditional sense, given the fact that it seems to have protrusions of slightly differing shapes on both ends.

Francis swallows, hard, and tries not to let his voice crack. “And what might those plans be, madam?”

(Crowley and Aziraphale do some roleplaying at the Dowling Estate; they're only...uhm, partially successful.)

More behind the cut!

6. everything nameless, beneath the desert stars || 4.5K || Mature

Major themes: historical setting, desert setting, post-Crucifixion, Good Friday, some angst, hurt/comfort, first time, life-affirming sex, brief snake Crowley, outdoor sex, slight codependency vibes if you squint, accidental fennec fox cameo before it became a running gag in the fandom

After witnessing the crucifixion at Golgotha, Aziraphale wanders into the desert to be alone for a while. As it turns out, Crowley isn't too far behind him.

7. Stairway to Heaven || 7K || Explicit

Major themes: Aziraphale with a cock piercing, body modification, established relationship, old married couple, horny Crowley, confident Aziraphale, teasing, date night, some semi-public sex, top!Aziraphale, Bentley sex, bookshop sex, deep penetration

Crowley has gone somewhat paler now, his own dark-lined eyes wide and almost catlike in the low lighting, slitted pupils dilated in interest. “Do not tell me,” he breathes, “you’ve gone and had your prick pierced.”

“Alright then, I shan’t,” Aziraphale says simply, bringing his silver spoon back up to delicately suck it clean. “You really should try this tiramisu, it’s right up your alley.”

8. his cup runneth over || 12.5K || Explicit

Major themes: established relationship, sexual exploration, Effort switching, kink negotiation, oviposition kink, egg laying, bottom Aziraphale, service top Crowley, supportive Crowley, inert eggs (no babies, eggs are made of antique jade), cervix penetration, mutual trust/love/support, emotional sex, catharsis, vulnerability, learning to let go

“I suppose that would depend,” Aziraphale says carefully, making a brief glance upward. “Specifically, on the nature and terms of your indulgence. What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” Crowley sighs, putting one hand in his pocket and rocking back on his heels, glancing left, right, and then straight down between them, the improvising bastard. “Maybe use these, on a lark,” he says, picking up and holding one perfectly rounded stone egg in his palm. “Little something fresh added into playtime. What say you?”

Aziraphale’s eyes widen before they flick up to the demon’s impassive face. “These are antique—no, they are ancient, by modern standards,” he asserts. “From the fifth century! Whatever would you want to use them for?”

“Oh, y’know,” Crowley says casually, wrapping his long fingers around the polished jade. “Put them inside you one by one, make you come a half-dozen times until you can’t say anything but my name, turn you into a quivering pile of angelic goo, something like that.”

9. not a damsel, just damned || 8K || Explicit

Major themes: established relationship, human role play, cathartic role play, pretend meet!cute, pregnant Crowley, genderfluid Crowley, bearded Aziraphale, Crowley has a praise kink, emotional sex, tenderness

With that settled and behind them, Ezra slips further into bed and runs a tender hand up the inside of Anthony’s calf, fingers tracing upward to just above his freckled knee before they stop. “When’s the last time you made love?” he asks, and Anthony immediately wants to close his eyes and perish.

“I already told you,” he rasps. “The last time I shagged somebody was when—”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Ezra says, arching an eyebrow. Waiting, so patiently, for Anthony to tell him the truth. Any truth.

Anthony knows the real answer, deep down, hidden under the guise of rain and nightfall surrounding them on all sides. Ezra is no fool, and so Anthony won’t treat him like one.

“Three weeks ago,” he says simply, staring into those two sapphire eyes that almost look violet in the half-dark. “In a bookshop, with an angel.”

(The ineffables make an exaggerated game of make-believe late one night, wherein unlucky Anthony—very lost and very pregnant in the Soho streets amidst an unending downpour—finds refuge in the company of one hospitable Dr. Ezra Fell, who welcomes him without question into the warmth of his humble home.)

10. all this Life stuff || 15K || Mature

Major themes: Garden of Eden, meet cute, getting to know each other, first time, making an Effort, first kiss, ineffable idiots, frottage, intercrural sex, silly banter and humor, crack treated seriously, nesting, yearning, initial snake Crowley, brief Adam & Eve cameos

“You’re being terribly cryptic, Crawley the Serpent,” Aziraphale says, hitching his hands up on his hips. “Suppose I go back and fetch my flaming sword. I haven’t forgotten where you came from, you know. Beyond guarding the Eastern Gate, my orders extend to smiting anyt—”

“Listen, we’re just having a chat between friends,” Crawley says, holding his palms up. “You see any tricks up these sleeves?” He pulls back the material of his robes and exposes his freckled forearms again, shaking the fabric out for good measure. “Nada. Zip.”

Aziraphale huffs and turns that sloped little nose of his up toward the heavens. “How are we friends? I hardly even know you.”

That weirdly stings, just a touch, but Crawley doesn’t let it knock the wind from his sails. “Maybe not yet, but I’ve got a feeling we will be,” he says, smiling more openly and sweetly this time. “Maybe some of that shiny goodness of yours will rub off where it counts, eh?”

11. our dove, our perfect one || 33K || Explicit

Major themes: post-Almost Apocalypse, future fic, established relationship, ineffable husbands (literally; they’re already married), South Downs cottage, starting a family, pregnant Aziraphale, supportive Crowley, POV alternating, domestic life, porn with feelings, childbirth, home birth

“Well, it wasn’t last week, it was twenty sodding years ago,” Crowley says, reaching again for his coffee mug, miraculously piping hot and topped off with a quickness. “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden about kids? This is—weird.” He flaps his free hand through the air and makes an odd face. “Uncharacteristic, really. Can you do exorcisms on angels? I may need to make a few calls.”

Aziraphale draws in a steadying breath and then lets it back out again. His shoulders drop, his feet are firmly planted flat on the floor in his slippers. He folds the crossword section in half with a perfect crease and looks up at Crowley sitting across from him.

“I think I’d like to have a baby,” the angel says.

12. held and healing || 4.5K || Explicit

Major themes: established relationship, South Downs cottage, light whump, caretaking, Crowley has chronic pain, hurt/comfort, intimacy, bathing/washing, tenderness, ineffable husbands, Aziraphale’s magical healing cock

“Do you need anything?” Aziraphale asks softly, only for the second time today.

This is their dance, their routine, their tried and true merry-go-round of give and take.

“Yeah,” Crowley grits out this time, sounding terribly raw when he does. “You.”

(Crowley hurts, sometimes; Aziraphale wants to fix it, always.)

13. starbright || 761 words || Teen+

Major themes: established relationship, old married couple, romance, South Downs cottage, marriage proposal, magic, Crowley made the stars

“Pick one,” Crowley says, long-fingered hand making a flourish toward the endless horizon in front of them.

“Pick what, dearest?” Aziraphale asks, swishing the last few sips of wine around the bottom of his glass.

“A star,” Crowley clarifies, like Aziraphale really ought to know better. He gestures again toward the dark sky thrown out in front of them like a bolt of blue-black velvet, punched through with a million tiny pinpricks of white and golden light. “Any which one you’d like.”

14. a nest of some kind || 32.5K || Explicit

Major themes: post-Almost Apocalypse, established relationship, developing relationship, egg pregnancy, pregnant Crowley, egg laying, supportive Aziraphale, nesting, South Downs cottage, romance, banter and humor, light angst, grief/mourning, some breeding kink, happy ending

Crowley opens his eyes, breathing a little hard. They stare at each other for a long, terrible moment of silence. Aziraphale blinks again, and then his eyes quizzically go to Crowley’s abdomen.

“Eggs,” he repeats, like he can’t quite believe it, and then points a finger for clarification. “Inside you?”

“Yes,” Crowley says miserably, bringing his hands up to his face. “The endless perks of being a bless-ed snake demon. I forgot to banish them away this time, I s’pose. But now they won’t budge.”

“Ah,” Aziraphale says lightly. And then, with slightly more feeling, “Oh my.”

“You’re not panicking,” Crowley deadpans, peering between his fingers at the angel. “Why aren’t you panicking?”

15. Such Delightful Depths || 12.5K || Explicit

Major themes: Reverse AU, established relationship, angel Crowley, demon Aziraphale, kraken form Aziraphale, tentacle sex, deep penetration, double penetration, bath sex, atmospheric ambiance, romance, brief choking, breeding kink, safe/sane/consensual, porn with feelings

“I can’t sit here and spell it out any more clearly to penetrate your thick kraken skull,” Anthony grunts. “I want your bless-ed tentacles, and I want them inside me—all over me, Ezra, in nooks and crannies that would make the Pope’s hat crawl off his ruddy head and hitchhike to hell itself. I want you exactly as you are, and that’s all there is to it, so. Are we good now, or have you got something else to angst about before shagging me stupid?”

Ezra makes a sound that suspiciously seems caught between a laugh and a cough. “No, I think you’ve cleared up the majority of my concerns, dear,” he says, bringing his hands up to Anthony’s chest before slowly dragging them lower, and by the time he reaches the angel’s hips the familiar hands are gone, replaced by the wet, supple glide of something different altogether. “Shall we begin?”

16. the midwife and the goatherd || 13.5K || Mature || related to the backstory of the “our dove, our perfect one” universe

Major themes: historical setting, nomadic, midwife Crowley, female presenting Crowley, goatherd Aziraphale, hurt/comfort, angst, grief/mourning, Crowley is bad at being a demon and/or good with children, secondary character death, newborn babies, breastfeeding, lactation kink, use of female presenting mammaries for feeding infants and adult purposes are kept very separate, intimacy, pining while together, first kiss, hopeful ending

Aziraphale is guiding his small herd of goats to the watering pool to drink when he spots a dark figure sitting a-ways down the rocky bank.

It’s not an unusual sight in these parts, a woman doing her washing or bathing by the water, though the flash of red hair immediately makes his heart leap into his throat. There is nobody else in this part of the world with hair like that—not yet. Not for many years to come.

He leaves his herd to laze in the paltry shade and carefully picks his way down the bank, using his staff to guide his already sure feet. When Aziraphale is halfway there the figure looks up, instantaneously vicious and wild-eyed, and then relaxes and merely stares upon the newfound relief of recognition. They both seem hyper-aware of the bundle in Crowley’s arms, but it’s not until the angel is standing a short meter away that he sees the tiny baby nursing at her exposed chest.

“My word,” he says, for lack of anything else, and because it comes out in a rush he can’t quite stop. “Where on earth did you find that?”

17. hot toddy || 9K || Explicit

Major themes: post-Almost Apocalypse, developing relationship, first time, getting together, communication, pining, Christmas fic, Christmas Eve, Crowley’s flat, couch sex, wing sex, emotional sex, Crowley cries during sex, attentive Aziraphale, strong Aziraphale, love confessions, erotic depiction of Crowley’s black turtleneck (lol), porn with feelings

Crowley gapes at him. “Dates,” he says, unable to restrain himself. “Is that what we really go on now, you and I? Dates?”

Aziraphale’s expression splinters apart just a little at the edges. “Whatever else would we be inclined to call them?”

They watch each other in the dimly lit sitting room. There’s not even the ticking of a clock to break into the silence, and Crowley’s partway afraid that if he listened hard enough he could hear the ancient beat of both their immortal hearts.

“You kissed me,” he croaks, slumped there, swallowing thickly before he can find a reason to make himself stop. “The other day, when I dropped you off at the shop. You leaned in, and you, you just, planted one on me, like it wasn’t anything—out of the blazing ordinary at all.”

Aziraphale’s hand comes up to faintly brace around his own chin. “Did I upset you when I did?” he asks, sounding slightly stricken.

Their eyes meet for a flash, and Crowley quickly looks away, at the prettily twinkling lights on his formerly derelict mantle. “No,” he says. “No. I didn’t say that."

18. beyond the river jordan || 57K || Explicit || direct sequel to “our dove, our perfect one”

Major themes: future fic, established relationship, ineffable husbands, retirement, South Downs cottage, kid fic, toddler antics, family expansion, pregnant Crowley, supportive Aziraphale, POV alternating, Aziraphale switches between Efforts, pregging (pregnant pegging), domestic life, porn with feelings, healing, childbirth, home birth

The cottage garden is thousands upon thousands of miles away from the desert, but Crowley idly wonders if those are the same stars he watched and counted as he held a tiny baby close to his heart in a midwives’ tent long ago. Two thousand years isn’t so long in the lifetime of a star, nor in the lifetime of the fallen angel who once made them in the cupped palms of his hands.

Crowley picks out one star in particular he thinks he recognizes, just to hold it anonymously accountable. Just to make sure it’s borne witness to this deviation down a path he never thought he’d be able to take, on a journey he never thought possible. Two millennia have come and gone in the meantime, and here he is. Here he is.

“This is what I wanted,” Crowley says aloud, quietly, in the falling darkness of the garden he planted and grew himself. “This is what I chose—for me.”

He doesn’t allow himself to think too hard on who he’s talking to, but he knows that if they’re listening in, they’ve already heard him loud and clear.

Or: A retired demon finally embarks on the journey to have and hold a child of his own.

19. beneath falling wisteria || 5.5K || Explicit

Major themes: post-Almost Apocalypse, established relationship, developing relationship, vacation, set in French countryside, picnics, outdoor sex, rain/storms, fantastical realism, emotional sex, banter, fluff and humor

Crowley and Aziraphale have escaped the madness of Platinum Jubilee weekend in London by staying in the French countryside near Plateau de Valensole. They spend their Sunday afternoon picnicking together among the blooming lavender fields, until a sudden summer thunderstorm drives them to seek shelter.

20. the amazing advent of the hot water bottle willy, and other amorous acts || 7K || Explicit || set in the “our dove, our perfect one” universe

Major themes: ineffable husbands, married life, established relationship, menstruation, menstrual sex, Crowley’s magical healing cock, service top Crowley, hurt/comfort, background context of trying for a baby, banter, fluff and humor, crack treated seriously, porn with feelings

In the midst of trying for their first baby, Aziraphale is having a particularly rough day during his monthly menses cycle. A bit frazzled but very much wanting to alleviate his angel’s discomfort, Crowley tries on a specially modified Effort to help soothe away some of the pain.

21. something to write Home about || 9K || Explicit

Major themes: post-S1/pre-S2, established relationship, moving in together, domesticity, the bookshop, banter, fluff and humor, romance, communication, light emotional stakes from the stress of moving house, emotional sex, cunnilingus, Aziraphale can do weird things with his tongue, cock warming, gentle sex, Crowley made the stars

After saying farewell to the flat in Mayfair, Crowley spends his first night with Aziraphale in the flat above the bookshop. Permanently. For real-real, this time.

It’s a long-standing place of familiar comfort and warm welcome, but turns out there’s a whole hell of a lot more to unpack than just a few boxes and some unwitting houseplants.

22. little lamb || 12K || Mature

Major themes: historical setting, ineffable wives, developing friendship, developing relationship, female presenting ineffables, pregnant Aziraphale, immaculate conception pregnancy, non-biological offspring, heavenly intervention, Gabriel is a huge dick, childbirth, midwife Crowley, wet nurse Crowley, hurt/comfort, sharing a bed, winter, some humor, grief/mourning, angst, mutual pining, first kiss, hopeful ending despite sad circumstances

“Oh, angel, you’ve never been quick about anything,” Crowley tries to snort, but then Aziraphale takes a step down and turns to the side, beautiful profile silhouetted there in the dying light of dusk, and the demon sees the round curve of her belly, shining under the angel’s frock and overcoat like the waxing side of the growing moon.

“Crowley, I—you’ll have to forgive me,” Aziraphale suddenly whispers in a fragile, more breakable voice. Her bottom lip trembles just enough for Crowley’s askance expression to wilt and crumple into a frown. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“What,” the demon sputters, mouth gone dry as ash, “the ever-loving fuck have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“I thought that would have been apparent by now,” Aziraphale says through her teeth, more out of strain than spite. “Work has got me wrapped up in a bit of a pickle, you see, but I suppose that pickle is very insistent on arriving sooner than later.”

Crowley’s jaw hangs in the air. “You’re pregnant.”

“Not for much longer, I’m afraid,” Aziraphale says wearily, cupping a hand beneath the low-hanging heaviness of her swollen belly. “That’s why I came to you.”

23. a clutch of our own || 6K || Explicit

Major themes: monster omens, harpy Aziraphale, naga Crowley, swamp setting, nature themes, breeding kink, virgin Crowley, first time, nesting, bonding, animal instincts, yearning, fluff and smut

“M’not sick,” Crowley says, slumping over on his coils in a dejected heap. “Well, not physically, anyway. Mentally? Entirely questionable at this point.”

“Sick with what, exactly?” Aziraphale asks, concern knitting between his fair brows.

Crowley feels the bubble of a word rising up in his throat and tries to swallow it to no avail. He squirms and writhes in place with the effort of trying to stop it, sodden hair stuck fast to his back and chest. “Yearning,” he spits out.

Aziraphale isn’t easily thrown off a new scent trail, though. A brightness sparks in his eyes, a certain sharpness that makes Crowley’s skin tighten. “And what do you yearn for?” he asks.

“For somebody’s unholy sake,” Crowley mumbles. He tips his face into his hands, blocking out most of the sun so it only shines through the cracks between his fingers in a dull, peachy glow—he can’t bear to watch Aziraphale’s face right now, anticipating the unavoidable tidal wave of pity like a hard slap. “A nest,” he grits out. “For starters.”

24. your light in place of darkness || 5.8K || Explicit

Major themes: post-canon, future fic, ineffable husbands, married life, family fic, domesticity, hurt/comfort, light angst, comfort sex, whump, crying, nightmares, storms, Crowley’s flood trauma, divinity kink, deep penetration, emotional sex, strong Aziraphale

Thousands of years later, Crowley still hasn't stopped reliving his traumatic memories of The Great Flood while he sleeps. Now that he's a retired demon with a family to look after, the familiar landscape of the usual nightmare abruptly takes on an even more sinister tone one night during a nasty thunderstorm. Thankfully, Aziraphale is there to chase away some of the darkness when Crowley wakes.

25. have this wish I wish tonight || 6.8K || Explicit

Major themes: post-S2 canon, past established Aziraphale/Crowley, starmaker Crowley, unplanned pregnancy, celestial pregnancy, celestial birth, homeless Crowley, angst, flashback sequences to happier times, fantastical realism, stars, bittersweet ending

Throwing back the duvet doesn’t help. His abdomen glows unabashedly in the dark room now that the telly must’ve clicked itself off, strange and queer and very much real despite yesterday’s fever dream. Despite the endless nightmare of his entire existence.

Crowley slumps into the pillow and brings his trembling hands to his face. The silent tears burn as they fall back into the mussed hair at his temples, over and over again. He lays there in the dark and doesn’t make a sound other than the shuddering pull of each painful breath.

“Angel,” he says eventually, because it comes out in a sob before he can stop it and splinters apart in the back of his throat. “Oh, angel. Look what you’ve done to me.”

The light inside him almost looks blue at times, like the cobalt sheen of something he might’ve held between two hands a very long while ago.

26. one last nightingale || 3.5K || Explicit

Major themes: S2 canon divergence, episode 6 fix-it (of sorts), Crowley stops time, angst, communication and lack thereof, emotional goodbye sex, sex in the bookshop, Our Side, Aziraphale still leaves but they part after [mostly] landing on the same page, tenderness, porn with feelings

“Listen,” Crowley says abruptly from where he’s standing by the door, pointing above their heads. “Hear that?”

They’re running out of options, he’s running out of time to make Crowley listen, and in his mounting panic somehow all the angel can do is bluff. “I don’t hear anything!” he says in huffed exasperation.

The true weight of that silence wedged between them slugs Aziraphale somewhere beneath the breastbone when he realizes, dazedly, that the grandfather clock behind him has stopped ticking for the very first time in more than three centuries.

“Nothing…at all,” Aziraphale breathes out, eyes widening as he whips his head around to gape at the forestalled clock. Upon turning again he searches Crowley’s face for some sort of affirmation, for any kind of clue that this is the trapdoor he’d been haplessly hoping for. “My word. Did you just—?”

“Sure did,” Crowley retorts, lowering his arm so it slaps against his side like a limp fish. Outside the world continues, Soho going about its business as usual, but even the old metronome across the room on the angel’s desk has stopped its waving arm mid-air. “Now start explaining, we haven’t got all day.”

27. pieces of you || 17K || Explicit, some dead dove elements

Major themes: post-S2, canon divergence, not fully canon compliant, established relationship, Crowley forces a pregnancy after Aziraphale leaves, forced artificial insemination, intense masturbation scene, some kinks, past breeding kink roleplay, Crowley takes an 8-month-long nap, emotions, angst, question coping with traumatic experiences, references to depression, childbirth, premature birth, unassisted birth, stream of consciousness, strong Crowley, emotional Crowley, Archangel Aziraphale, loss of trust, separation, some reconciliation

“Crowley,” Aziraphale whispers, hand mindlessly grappling for the golden clasp secured at his throat. “What have you done?”

“What I’ve always wanted,” Crowley says flatly, clutching the baby close against his bare chest. “You made your choice, angel. And I made a few of my own.”

“Whose,” Aziraphale starts to say, and then can’t speak for a moment while something visceral moves through him. “Whose child are they? Other than yours, I mean.”

“Look at her for yourself,” Crowley says, drawing his dark wing up just enough that Aziraphale can gaze at the newborn without feathers blocking the lamplight glowing behind them. “You haven’t even been gone for a year—don’t tell me you suddenly can’t recognize one of your own.”

28. of beasts and bated desires || 9K || Explicit || direct sequel to “a perfectly willing sacrifice”

Major themes: not specific to any canon events, monsterfucking, consensual kink, breeding, cum inflation, virginity kink, creature Aziraphale, knotting

“I know you’ve always been so terribly eager and keen to please,” Aziraphale sighs, fondly shaking his head. “I suppose I only wish things had been—not so regimented, and a little more organic for our first time. Sentimentality always betrays me, but I think you deserved something so much more lovely than all that.”

“I got you out of it,” Crowley croaks, slumping into a wrecked sprawl across the settee. “That’s what I wanted. That’s all I needed.”

Aziraphale’s expression softens as he gently reaches over to pass a hand over Crowley’s hot forehead, pushing his hair back away from his face. “Even when I looked like that great big brute of a mountain spirit?” he asks. “I’ve always wondered if it was too much.”

Crowley squeezes his eyes shut and feels the brewing words clap out of him like thunder before he can even attempt to slap a hand over his mouth to apprehend them. “Sometimes I sit around and daydream about you taking that form again and raking me over the bloody coals for old time’s sake,” he blurts. “No’thatitmatters, but.”

Aziraphale’s palm comes to an abrupt stop and rests on the crown of Crowley’s head. “Do you really?” he asks a bit breathlessly.

29. threshold || 2.2K || Mature

Major themes: post-canon, South Downs cottage, homecoming, moving in together, emotions, crying, tenderness, non-explicit sex, making love, comfort fic

There is a modestly quaint cottage on a rolling hill by the sea, with an upstairs window overlooking a garden.

Aziraphale is the one who finds it. “For the both of us,” he tells Crowley the day they drive down from London just to see it, bought sight unseen, because when the angel is certain about something he does not dither or dally on the matter.

30. earthly delights || 3.4K || Explicit

Major themes: Job minisode excerpt, pregnant Bildad, surprise pregnancy, cunnilingus, hedonist Aziraphale appreciation, Bildad gets his pussy ate, developing relationship

31. a gift to us both || 7.3K || Explicit

Major themes: Santa AU, Aziraphale is Santa Claus, fem she/they Crowley, Christmas smut, communication, wishes, magic, breeding kink, Santa has a knot, tender smut

32. from autumn blooms spring summer fruit || 9.2K || Explicit

Major themes: Human AU, Edwardian era, Aristocrat Aziraphale, Gardener Crowley, secret relationships, open relationships, marriages of convenience, background Crowley/Nina, garden cottage smut, semi-interrupted sex, love child

33. such precious things || 2.6K || Mature

Major themes: Ineffable Family February event fic, post-canon, ineffable wives, postpartum themes, past pregnant Aziraphale, co-nursing (both Crowley and Aziraphale breastfeed), baby bubble, domesticity, softness, slice of life

34. blood, white marble, and starlight || 26K || Explicit

Major themes: AU sequel to “the midwife and the goatherd” featuring midwife Crowley and goatherd Aziraphale; historical setting, nomadic life, first time, pining while together, yearning, long distance relationship, emotional sex, loss of virginity, unplanned pregnancy, Crowley whump, childbirth, feminist themes

#good omens #good omens fic #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #Aziraphale #Crowley #fic masterlist #ineffable parents #ineffable spouses

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House of the dragon short read a summery for all those who have forgotten for season 2 and totally true to the facts and how it happened.

This might be the most chaotic shitpost recap I've ever seen.

Viserys: Nah I want a son.

Rhaenyra: Noo father I'm just as goooood.

Daemon: You have meeeee.

Viserys: No I want a son. Gimme one.

Aemma: nooo now I must dieeee. Here's your son tho.

Viserys; Aemma my uwu nooo

Baelon: FATHER I AM UR SON

viserys: yes u are uwu u are so cute lets make photos.

Maester: sire u should back off and let the kid breath Sire, no do not bring out the tide pods. Sire...SIRE!!!!

viserys: I'm off now that I have my photos for my dragongran with him and his first tidepod! This will bring in the likes and defeat Daemons unholy post.

Maester:*kills child* I hate targaryens I hate them I hate them I hate them. Stupid ugly white haired ppl

Baelon: well fuck you too you cunt. You think I want to be in this family? Ha. Jokes on you.

Viserys: NOOO MY SOON SOB SOB WHO DID THISSS

daemon: LETS FUCKING GOO IM THE TRUE HEIR YALL BETTER REMEMBER THIS. DRINKS ON THE TAP OF THE CROWN. THATS ME ANYWAY HAHA FUCK U BAELON U LOSER FOR ONE DAY.

Daemon when appearing for vizzy: Look we all make goofs & errors what's most important is where our hearts are at.

Viz: I'm convinced you have no heart!

Daemon: NAAAAAAH U CANT. IM UR HEIR

Viz: I already have a child. U are a child daemon. U are just not mine

Guards: OOOOOOHHHH

Viz: daemon you know where the trash goes. Follow it.

Viserys: I still want my boii

Aegon: I AM HERE FATHER. LOVE ME.

VISERYS: what the fuck are you. You can't be my son why ur hair like that.

Alicent: husband I'm like 17 and I got u a son. Ur other wifey failed to do that. Us hightowers have curls. Its a curse and a blessing.

Otto: maybe it's magic, maybe it's Hightower genetics.

Rhae: rude ass bitch all of you. Look at how cute he is. He's my baby brother I will protect him. SAY RHAERHAE

alicent: rhae he came out me a moment ago he can't talk yet.

Aegon: (as a baby to his sister) I am the superior one and u should fetch me a snack in the kitchen, you white haired wench.

Rhae:*handing back Aegon* nah u can have this shit back. Do us all a favour next time just go the targaryen way and let it die.

(We light the way)

Vizzy: I wanna fuck u (to alicent)

Alicent:( alright its my duty.

The most unpassionate scene:

Aemond, happily making his entrance in the show as a sperm: WIEEEEEE! Hahaha thank you gods, I won't let you down. I will bring chaos into this family!!!!

The gods; good, our little apprentice. Good.

Rhaenyra: I'm so sneaky hehe

Daemon and rhae rhae: *almost fuck each other*

Daemon: wait I can't I suddenly decided I have morals and standards. Also u just a child tf.

Rhaerhae: no what is this? Fuck you I'm nailing that dornish snack as if he's a lose screw in a IKEA shelf

Daemon: No not Crispin! Get baaaack

Rhaerha: Too late

Crispin: Ah yes. My fantasy is finally coming true!!!!

Crispin: My queen forget ur pathetic kingdom full of incest and forget that old fuck that is your father. Let us depart on a ship and start a life that will not raise questions at all with your hair and our new found riches.

Rhae: I am listening.

Crispin: We can sell...oranges

Rhae; Nah fuck this shit where are the bananas. I love bananas. U should go with your oranges if that makes you happy. Pathetic fruit picker. This is why my uncle bested u. If you relied on bananas none of this would have happened.

Crispin: Rhae rhae..

Rhae: NAH have u even tried defeating a yiga clan member with a orange? You never played zelda did you? And you call yourself a warrior? Out of my sight.

Crispin: but I love u. Why would you sit a comfortable throne instead of working your ass off with me in the fields?:(

Rhae: Honey I never worked a day in my life and I intend to keep that tradition.

Helaena at some point: MHEEWWWWHH

Alicent: he said he wanted a son, so zip it.

Helaena:*cries*

Rhae rhae: Kidnap me, make me your wife and slay my father's guards.

Viserys who can read their lips and understand Valyrian: What kind of wattpad fanfic is this shit. What's next Harry styles flying in on dragonback?

Harry styles: HELLO WESTEROS. THIS IS FOR OUR PRINCESS. ALL OF YOU; WATERMALEON SUGAR. HIGGGGGH.

Crowd: HIIGGGGGH.

Aemond in Alicents belly: Grgg *DEMONIC NOISES*

Alicent: why does rhaenyra get Harry styles and I all I get is traumas and struggles. Also why is prince daemon and her acting out duncon fics when I INTRODUCED RHAE RHAE TO WATTPAD AND HE GAVE ME HIS FAVOUR I HATE THIS AHHH.

Alicent; why am i so angry... I don't understand.

Aemond in her belly: MOAHAHAHA IT WORKS.

Ser Harwin strong; I really should not. It is against the rules.

Rhae rhae: *breathes*

Harwin: If they cut off my cock I still got my fingers-

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Time skip

Aegon: I don't know what happened but suddenly I'm borderline rapist and I'm also a drunk and like long legged people because it reminded me of dinosaurs and I got that phase when my father still loved me.

Aemond: I'm kind of cute and sympathetic but you will hate me later. It's OK. I will get over it ;)

Helaena: I am the mighty seer. I know all. OOH SPIDERS.

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Vhagar: (dreaming) a big strong dragon approaches vhagar and courts her with a beheaded child corpse. She takes it and they mate.

Vhagar, waking up: WHO DARES INTERRUPT MY DREAMS?!

aemond; shit she's so big

Vhagar:*pulling a knife* WANT TO REPEAT THAT.

Aemond: uhm no ma'am! May I...May I ride you

Vhagar; NO :) *goes to sleep*

Aemond: shit shit...

Aemond: OBEY.

vhagar; WHAT IS WITH YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ALWAYS WAKING ME UP. FIRST LAENA NOW YOU. LAENA HAS NOT EVEN MET SEBASTIAN YET UNDER THE SEA. DO YOU MIND IM MOURING HERE.

Aemond: I understand..

Aemond;...its just...

Aemond: the seaweed is always greener.

Vhagar: (sigh): in somebody else's lake

Don't ask.

I Don't know what the hell happend either.

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✦✦✦✦KINKTOBER/FLUFFTOBER MASHUP✦✦✦✦

October 9: Monster Fucking. Kink. Prompt day 13

Incubus!Suguru Geto x Fem!College student Reader

Miffy’s Mashup List. And Kinktober list.

Mentions- Suguru is a Demon. There’s a brief mention of a blood but nothing sexual about it. Summoning demons. Size difference, cockwarming, tummy bulge, excessive amount of cum. Uh female anatomy. Reader develops a crush over time and Geto enjoys her. Lots of talk about him being pretty. Praises. A little sad towards the end for Reader but it ends on a happier note.

Word count- 2100+ (ITS ALOT )

Notes- my first jjk fic!! :3 I gOt too into this one. Might be self-indulged but I think he’d be a pErfect incubus <3. I did start a drawing for thisss fic but I’ll have to post it later cause I want to post this now. No beta reader cause I don’t have one. So enjoy!

Suguru Geto was a highly sought out Incubus. He was flexible, adaptable; able to change sizes, or parts of him just for those dumb enough humans who summoned him. He could even alter his appearance to mimic someone else if his clients wanted. With each time, a human would summon him more often, the more he fed on their soul and soon would completely own it. At the end, he would eat their hearts out. Causal demon treats.

However, there was an expectation for a few humans that were exempted from that cruel fate. In your case, you were special. You accidentally summoned him when you were trying to summon a completely different demon. At first, you apologized profusely and made a blood offering as an apology. The notion made him laugh but he accepted the apology. Because of your slip up and your offering not being enough to satisfy Geto’s demonic hunger, he kept popping up in your life (completely out of his control too). Due to his summoning spell, the contract wasn’t completed.

He had been waiting for the day that you would need to relieve your lustful desires. Geto was beautiful and his charm would work on anyone. He was adorned in jewelry and gold, he hardly wore any clothes. Well a sheer cover for his waist for “decency”. But with his toned body and sculpted features, you should have been on your knees, begging for him to ruin you. But you never did. So Suguru waited for you to cave into his seduction but instead, you took pity for him. You were unaware of the terms and conditions of that summon spell nor did the demon didn’t flat out tell you either. Gradually, he took advantage of the situation. You allowed him to relax at your home whenever he was forced to be in the realm of humans with you. You were starting to spoil him with comforting things and your company when you went home from work or school. The desire to taste you and find out exactly how to make you cum dwindled but not by much. The curiosity lingered in the back of his mind until one late night. A night that made you special.

You could barely focus on your midterm paper. You sighed shakily at your desk. Geto was about to prepare to go home (finally). He glanced at you and raised a brow. Before he could ever speak, the scent hit him. It was a very familiar smell. It almost made the demon purr.

He watched your fidgeting body and legs. You kept squeezing your thighs together and crossing them. All that sexual frustration was building up inside of you. What luck! Geto walked towards your desk, he towered you whether you were standing or sitting. “Are you alright, Y/n?”

You flinched and looked up with a flushed face. You looked so embarrassed and adorable to him. The sight of you struggling could’ve made him drool.

“I’m fine, I just need to take a cold shower to refocus. Nothing to worry about, this paper is just a lot of work to do.” You reassured him and yourself as best as you could. Geto bent down beside your chair. You stared at the demon and felt your face get redder.

He knew it all too well. And so did you. You were entranced by his perfect face. He was so handsome. His long hair looked so soft. His eyes had a warm gaze. The dark brown color made you melt. He smelt good and looked like his skin was too smooth to be real. You glanced at his lips before looking at his eyes. You had always found him attractive but you always tried to push those feelings away since he was there doing a job. But you couldn’t hold back anymore. “You should let me help you ‘refocus’. I’ll be better than any old cold shower and a toy. Do you want my help?”

You nodded without hesitation before leaning forward and desperately kissing him. The action caught him off guard but it showed how desperate you were for him. He cupped the back of your head and kissed you until you felt dizzy. His tongue licked over your lips briefly. With each kiss, you felt yourself getting wetter. Geto opened an eye to see you rocking your hips at nothing. He hummed in amusement before placing his hand between your legs. His palm was pressed flat against you. You whined against him and despite knowing you’d never do this, you were grinding your hips against his hand.

Geto pulled away from the kiss to watch you hump his hand through your pants. “Y-you tease..!” You pouted at him and desperately held onto his wrist to get more fiction or pressure or anything. Your hips were no longer moving in a good rhythm. He laughed before standing up. You were about to protest and beg but he practically picked you up like a doll before setting you on the bed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tease you… for right now.” Geto removed your clothes. He licked his lips as he stared down at your nude body.

He flicked one of your nipples just to watch it harden. Geto cupped your breasts before squeezing them and rolling his thumbs over your nipples. The demonic man was completely enamored with your chest and honestly enjoying the action. You on the other hand, had a build up of a need to cum immediately. You bit your bottom lip before glancing at his waist. “I don’t think I can wait through foreplay..” you mumbled to him.

“Ooh? Alright then.” His voice was enough to make you melt. It was deep and suave. He never sounded upset or annoyed with you. “Do you have a preference on how you want me to look? I can sound and look like anyone you want.” He asked as he removed the coverall from his waist. The sheer fabric did hide specific “details” but his toned thighs and the sight of just how large he was, snapped you into reality. Even his cock was pretty. It made your mouth water and your heartbeat quickened.

“Holy shit.. I-I want you to look like you.. I like you for you..” you said after swallowing hard. You kept admiring his body and how amazed at how every inch of him was perfect.

Geto chuckled before pushing you to lay down. He sat between your legs and prodded a few fingers into your needy hole. “Will you let me try to fit it all in?” He cooed at you, you nodded without much of a thought. The action caused you to blush darkly and your mind wandered if it would even fit. Despite those thoughts, you replied.

“You can do whatever you want to me..” Your words were music to his ears. Almost in relief, Suguru grabbed your legs and pressed his hands on the back of your knees. To him, you looked delicious, with your body exposed and legs spread for him. As much as he was dying to taste you and tongue-fuck you, he obeyed your wishes.

You assumed you were going to be in pain for the sheer size and girth of that. Maybe it was the fact that he was incubus and could make it painless? Something you’d have to ask him later. Your body still reacted to his touch. But he took his time with you, to stuff you full of his cock. Geto wasted no time to drown your voice out with his lips. His hips movements were slower as he ease you into it more. The sounds he drew out of you with each stroke were memorizing.

Suguru found the way that your body reacted and adjusted to him was beautiful. Your legs trembling, your warm fluttering walls clenched around his length in just the right away. Your hands clung desperately to his back, and the way you whine for his lips to be on yours. The way his cock gave you a stomach bulge. The fucked out expression on your face. It was all too much for him. It was almost like a human was seducing for him for once.

You tried so hard to hold off on your orgasm but the way he was ruthlessly pounding you and his moans sent you over. You cried out in pleasure and tried to cover your face in embarrassment from coming so fast. Feeling your gummy walls clench around him made him groan out. Nonetheless, Geto praised you. “Don’t hide from me, Y/n. You looked so pretty coming on my cock. Please do it again for me, beautiful. You can do that, yeah?” You nodded quickly at him.

Sadly, you couldn’t last as long as he wanted all night. Your orgasm and your body sensitive sky rocketed from him fucking exactly how you liked it. Being in a post orgasm hazy, you let him lazily cockwarm you and pump you full of cum.

Geto was spooning you, he pressed kisses against your neck as he held your thigh up. His cum was dripping and oozing out of your cunt as he tried to fuck more into you. His other hand was squeezing and pinching at your nipple. You couldn’t really remember the sweet praises he mumbled into your ear. But all you knew was that you were completely in heaven. Geto thought your attempt to keep up with him was sweet.

In the morning, you woke up sore, sticky, sweaty and alone. On top of that, your midterm wasn’t done either. A part of you was sad that he was gone. A part of you was thankful since he wouldn’t have to be there while you cleaned up. You did your best to carry on as normal but you were left bed ridden for a while. The next few days, he didn’t show again.

You were craving his touch but ultimately, you missed him too. He became a part of your daily routine. You debated on summoning him again. While contemplating, you decided to read the passages about him and his contract. Giving up your soul and letting him eat your heart out outweighed the need to see him again. He was a demon after all. So… you gave up on him. Or at least try and hope that someone would be able to satisfy even half of your sexual needs like he could.

When that failed, you gave in and summoned him once more. You sat on the floor across from the summon circle. You glanced up to see Suguru Geto sitting before you. You smiled at him before inviting out of the summon circle.

Geto was more than pleased to see you again. He had been waiting on you to bring him back. He thought- well he hoped that you would have summoned him back immediately. But you didn’t until that moment. Quickly, he crawled over you and pressed kisses against your lips.

You pressed your hand to his chest to stop him. You stared up at the man to take in his features again. This time looking at the one that specifically made him like a demon. His pointed ears, the horns, tail, the cat like claws? He was massive and despite his charm, was deadly. You frowned and looked into your eyes. “Are you going to kill me after I cum?”

“What-?” He laughed at the first thing you decided to say to him. Geto quickly realized the very concerned look on your face. “To answer your question, no. I can guarantee your soul won’t be mine and I won’t kill you. Unless you ask me too.” That only seemed to bother you more from his perspective.

“Does that mean I’ll never see you again?” Seeing you look sad or almost hurt was troublesome for him. Normally, he would've lied and given the person false hope. But for whatever reason, he couldn’t do that to you. He couldn’t pinpoint why he couldn’t. Whether it was because he liked what you had to offer or that he liked you didn’t matter at the moment. Whichever reason seemed to fuel him to be honest.

Geto simply chuckled and shook his head. He cupped your face with one hand, “I promise, this won’t be the last time you see me. Maybe not as often as before, but don’t worry about that now. I’m here, aren’t I?”

You couldn’t help but smile at his response. “Okay, yeah… you’re right.” Geto returned a smile before kissing you once again.

Some visits were definitely horny and other visits were softer. Suguru Geto made an exception for you. He cherished your soul in a different way <3

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