I forgive you.

uhhhhh Good Omens and other lovely things. NSFW. 24

[gothredy]

[unamusedlibra]

look at you you’re gorgeous !

{how this went down in my head😇😈}

[dagonart]

[itsghostyx]

Blue bells 🪻

[rainbowhyperfixation]

Aziraphale would definitely call it fellatio, but not because he doesn’t know the current slang. You don’t live and work in SoHo without learning some things 😇😈

[quonah]

“Wanna kiss you again, 'kay?”

HENLO FRIENDS. Some of you may know me as a Tumblr user of ill-repute, now banned on my former account, quona.tumblr.com (oops). And because it appears that Tumblr will never, ever get back to me about my appeal of that ban, I've just made a new fucking account. Fine. Fine. ANYWAY. Here is an art. This is the illustration for Chapter 6 (Dyno) of my ongoing fic Belayed Gratification.

[naniiebimworks]

“Thwarted.”

The “Ngk” is broken.

Ineffable wives

[bluhtack]

[tanpopomugishu]

Better keep out, Crowley is not in a good mood. --- I started this art with the idea of devotion, yet it somehow ended up turning into possessiveness in the process.

@goodomensafterdark

[naniiebimworks]

Collar Kisses  (Chapt 2)

Snogging Practice (Chapt 3)

homoerotic? more like homie-rotic

From “Not a Mounted Dildo but a Fuck Machine” Fic by @naromoreau and @summerofspock !

(@)risquenaniiebim on twitter for the spicy or fic stuff.

[m0m0chr0me]

My humble expectations for the S3 😇

🐍❤️🪽😌

Inspiration:

[dagonart]

[eklmrlos]

slightly nsfw

there is a full version on my twitter!

and bsky

[eklmrlos]

sometimes crowley gets a little too fast and restless, so aziraphale has to remind him they have all the time in the universe

[arashixyarts]

📚

[za1ka]

noooooooo Aziraphale don't turn around you won't survive the cunt this diva is serving

[vavoom-sorted-art]

Supernova

- a stroke play spinoff for @moonyinpisces. bonus art inside.

Rated: E Summary beneath the cut!

“You want to go again,” Aziraphale had said, in disbelief, while Crowley was pushing him down onto the shitty cardboard bed and fumbling in the bedside table for lube and a condom. They hadn't even turned on the light in the room, hastily wrangling off their clothing between kisses in the dark after returning from a much-needed trip to the spa. “What about your game?”

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