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[e-rated-beardo]

Pounded In The Butt By My OnlyFans Porn Star Flatmate (rated E, 6.1k words)

Yes. I did it. I gave a Tingler title to a fic. Are you happy.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Making ends meet is hard for anyone in this economy, and Aziraphale doesn’t judge his (objectively attractive) flatmates for doing so on OnlyFans. Not even when they… do… so… in the room right next to his.

But now Eric is moving away, leaving Crowley with no-one to film with. Whatever are they to do?

In which Aziraphale lets slip too much, Eric has some bright ideas, and Crowley offers to seduce his best mate on camera, as you do.

Tags/warnings: Shameless smut, sex worker Crowley, various sex acts, improbable refractory periods, top Crowley/bottom Aziraphale, Really Loud Sex, offscreen Crowley/Eric, minor dubcon vibes (everyone is into it though), crimes against improbably flimsy kitchen cabinets, brief slightly rude treatment of a Pratchett book.

Excerpt:

“How are you going to keep filming?” Aziraphale burst out before he could stop himself, then cringed. “That is to say. Ah. It’s hardly any of my business – I was – I simply – how you might be going to – if you don’t have – oh God please ignore me.” He covered his face with his free hand. Eric cackled, spilled wine on themself, and swore. Crowley tipped his head backwards to empty his glass. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck you instead,” he said lightly. “No other choice, is there?” Eric cackled louder. Aziraphale gave an exaggerated scoff. “Oh, please.” “Well, since y’re asking nicely…”

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This fic was based on smutty art by @gleafer, and in part inspired by @hazel-sage's camboy!Aziraphale.

@goodomensafterdark look what I maded

[destielshipper4cas]

new Destiel fic for regular commenters

New fic in the collection for regular commenters. This is the E-rated version of (Un)Conditional. Very e-rated, so mind the tags.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64828525

[laurashapiro-noreally]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

While I have your attention, I’m gonna self-rec the heck out of this. I had so much fun with it and I think you will too. If you’d like some soft!Dom Crowley and South Downs vibes, this is for you.

The unspoken had been spoken, the world had been saved – twice. Nothing was hidden or miracled away. Aziraphale was hard, and Crowley knew it. Aziraphale was hard because Crowley wanted him that way.

Sunday, 12:17 p.m.

“Are you hungry, my dear?”

“Could do with a spot of lunch. Mmm.”

“Ah. Is that on the menu as well?”

“Not yet, love. But I do like to keep it warm while I wait.”

“Yes, you’re quite right, we should save our appetites for the big night.”

“When have you ever–”

“Yes, yes, all right. Oh, ffff, oh, that’s lovely, oh, yes, please.”

“So good for me. I was right, you were reading something filthy, weren’t you?”

“Just thinking – ah, fuck – of you –”

“Weren’t you?”

“Yes, and it was Nicholson Baker. It’s not smut you know, he’s quite literary, oh, don’t stop!”

“Angel, I’m here to stir the pot, not to discuss the literary merits of late twentieth century pornographers.”

“You can’t do both? I can do both. I can be very, very good you know…”

[sivan325]

Buddie Bingo Card 1 Masterpost

Our Story - 15 chapters/squares. @buddiebingo​

Rated: Explicit. Words - 12523

Tags/Warning: Violence. Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Hurt Christopher Diaz,  (9-1-1 TV), Hurt Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Worried Evan "Buck" Buckley, no beta we die like men, Buddie Bingo 2021 (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley & Eddie Diaz Friendship, Humor, Time Skips, Athena Grant and Bobby Nash are Evan "Buck" Buckley's Parents, Hurt/Comfort, Beaches, off-screen saving kids, Medical Inaccuracies, Evan "Buck" Buckley Takes Care of Eddie Diaz, Rate change to Explicit, Friends to Lovers, Camping, Firefighter Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), First Dates, Canon Compliant, Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure, Trapped, Angst, Domestic Fluff, Violence, Protective Evan "Buck" Buckley, Internalized Homophobia, Timeline What Timeline, Scars

Chapter 1 - 9-1-1, What's Your Emergency? Chapter 2 -  Maddie Buckley Chapter 3 -  Beach Chapter 4 - Hurt/Comfort Chapter 5 -  Friends to Lovers Chapter 6 - Camping Chapter 7 - First Date Chapter 8 - Kissing Chapter 9 - Trapped Chapter 10 -  Babysitting Christopher Chapter 11 -  Eddie's Parents Chapter 12 -  Protective! Buck Chapter 13 -  Injured on the Job Chapter 14 -  Secrets Revealed Chapter 15 -  Angst with a Happy Ending

[e-rated-beardo]

This is one of those chapters I've really been looking forward to. I AM EXCITED. And I hope you won't tear me a new one in the comments

Scorn and the Saint-Maker, chapter 53: A voice from behind me reminds me

Scorn and the Saint-Maker is a murder mystery/ineffable husbands romance/who-turned-them-human Good Omens fanfic, set at a university in Scotland, with lots of (as-yet skippable) level-5 smut, ✨sexy maths✨ (passed peer review ✅), and one trans angel

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 53 summary: Let's go to London, shall we?

Rating: Chapter rated T for language. Fic rated E for skippable smut and instances of M-rated, heavy topics (please see tags).

No real CNs, but a mild cliffhanger that might make you rather cross with me.

Excerpt:

Anthony ducked his head to look at him over the rims of his glasses. “Hey. Are you all right?” Fell smiled stiffly. “Perfectly, yes. Ah, tip-top. Absol—” “If you tell me ‘tickety-boo’, I will pick up that flower pot and hit you over the head with it.” Fell stopped walking. Anthony frowned. “I’m not sure why I said that.” Fell swallowed. “I’m not sure I’ve ever said ‘tickety-boo’,” he said. Anthony’s left eyebrow twitched. “Perhaps it’s… just the sort of thing you would say.” Doctor Fell brushed down the front of his coat. His fingers itched for something to tug on.

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@goodomensafterdark

[e-rated-beardo]

Grace Notes

A piney Good Omens one-shot

Hello and welcome to the little one-shot-slash-bonus-scene that I didn't have time to write but wrote anyway

(It's an independent Scorn and the Saint-Maker bonus scene. You don't need to have read anything else to enjoy this.)

Rating: Explicit (who do you take me for) Words: 1.8k Tags: Masturbation, pining, PWP, self-edging, sexual fantasy. Watch out for purple prose.

The humans reminded him far too much of them. Perhaps that was why he was still so affected. He had seen human couples kiss many times; he was used to the sight, as would anyone be after even a single decade on God’s Earth, let alone millennia. There was nothing shocking about it. It did not, normally, cause him this manner of trouble. A record set itself to playing, softly, on the gramophone. Aziraphale squeezed his eyes closed, gave in, and slipped a hand onto his lap. The strings, much like other things, swelled.

Crowley left twenty minutes ago. Aziraphale puts on a record (well, the record puts on itself) and fails to wipe the human couple, who looked a little too much like himself and the demon, from his mind.

Continue reading on AO3 (1.8k words)!

@goodomensafterdark hi

[e-rated-beardo]

This is basically as much as I dare to put on Tumblr. Uh... even then I'm a bit nervous about the height of my crop here, lol.

Anyway I made an art that's rather shameless the other day, I'm kind of proud of it, it's got an AO3 work now if you want to see what happens below chest height:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

@goodomensafterdark

[e-rated-beardo]

Scorn and the Saint-Maker, chapter 48: Your mother’s eyes from your eyes cry to me

Scorn and the Saint-Maker is a murder mystery/ineffable husbands romance/who-turned-them-human Good Omens fanfic, set at a university in Scotland, with lots of (as-yet skippable) level-5 smut, ✨sexy maths✨ (passed peer review ✅), and one trans angel

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 48 summary: A split-moment choice leads to an unexpected revelation (unless you’ve paid attention in some earlier chapters).

This chapter isn’t (just) a walk in the park.

Rating: Chapter rated T. Fic rated E for skippable smut and instances of M-rated, heavy topics (please see tags).

Content warning: Passing mention of past family trauma, death of a sibling, and parental transphobia. It’s very brief and rather unemotional. (If that makes you nervous and you’d like more details/a hint of whereabout in the chapter to watch out for it, please write me. ❤️)

Excerpt:

Crowley’s eyebrows were angled dramatically towards the bridge of his nose. He didn’t speak for a long moment. “Haven’t been,” he said stiffly. “There. Since… y’know, back when.” Doctor Fell looked at him. “Not once in thirty-five years?” A curt, lateral twitch of the head. “Well.” He offered Anthony his arm; then, when it wasn’t taken immediately, maneuvered Anthony’s hand into position. “I can assure you, dearest, that it is just a church. A perfectly regular, normal, demon-free church. Elegant architecture, admittedly, but nothing spooky.” Anthony scowled at the perfectly regular church. “I don’t mind spooky. Big spooky fan, me.” He frowned, then sighed. “Oh, for fuck’s…” Fell shook off the dripping, cold-water feeling of déjà vu.

Read chapter 48 on AO3 ➡️ or start from the beginning ↩️ (206k words, WIP)

LOOK AT ME UPDATING ALMOST ON SCHEDULE

Don't expect me to stay on schedule though – I just didn't want to make yous wait too long for this chapter, given the, ah... connections...? with the last, if you will.

It is also getting seriously, frustratingly, late-autumn-ly wet-cold just about now (#casual southern hemisphere exclusion), and I figure that sticking a spring-like scene and some romance in one's mind's eye (#casual aphantasia exclusion) might help keep a soggy person pretend-warm.

@goodomensafterdark