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humanpurposes · 2 months

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Karma is a God, Chapter 15: The Lakeshore

The Dance of the Dragons begins on a lie, and Aemond owes a debt, one Lucerra will see repaid in Fire and Blood // Main Masterlist

Aemond x Lucerra Velaryon (fem!Lucerys)

Warnings for this chapter: 18+, spoilers for F&B and future seasons of HotD, canon divergence, descriptions of violence, angst, mentions of death and war

A/n: We're back after five whole months!! I've been deep in the brainrot for this fic recently, and I'm so happy I've come back to it. I've had this series planned out since December 2022 and I'm really excited to see it through.

Also, psa I guess, this series is no longer going to be updated on Tumblr, all future chapters will be posted on AO3.

I do want to say thank you to everyone who's shown this fic some love on here, it makes me so happy seeing it come up in my notifs, I can't wait for you all to continue reading it :)❤️

Full Chapter on AO3

The voice in Luke’s head whispers again. Blood.

It is everywhere, in the colour of the sky, in the clouds and the setting sun. It’s in the water, spilled from the bodies of two dead dragons. Watery red waves ripple over the lakeshore, rushing over her boots, running back to the lake and seeping through the pebbles into the earth.

Aemond is covered in it. He is on his knees before her, an arrow lodged in the shoulder of his sword arm, his riding leathers sodden, his silver hair soaked and stained pink. She wonders if he can taste it, the blood of Caraxes and Vhagar on his tongue.

Even when she takes up Dark Sister and places its point to his throat, he is staring at her with the intent of a hunter. His seeing eye is wide, his eyepatch washed away and his sapphire almost black in the absence of light. The scar that frames it, the scar carved by her hand, is inflamed, furious and red.

The last time she had seen it, he was holding a knife against her cheek, demanding retribution, seeking payment for her debt.

It seems like another lifetime ago, before Arrax, before Shipbreaker Bay, before she had clawed her way through endless, agonising pain to find her way to Jace, before she had buried two of her siblings, when Rhaenyra was her mother and not her Queen.

The sword– Daemon’s sword, feels wrong in her hand, but then it should not be hers to have.

“Remember all he has taken from you,” her step-father had said.

And she does. She remembers it all.

Aemond’s arrogance to not weep and grovel and beg for his life, after everything, is an insult.

She had never felt so sure of herself, so determined that she knew what path the Gods had mapped for her. Aemond would not have a noble death or the burial rites of their family. He would be lost to the lake with an arrow pierced through his black heart, remembered as a traitor and a kinslayer. She would be his end. It was only right.

Daemon had trusted her, handed her the bow she would use to kill him, told her to stay hidden amongst the trees and wait for the right moment to strike.

In the blur of battle, as night engulfed the sky and poisoned the air with its cold, she had missed her mark. She knew it the moment the arrow left the bow that it would not be enough to kill him.

The danger in that was Vhagar. The dragon howled in fury and surged towards her atop Grey Ghost. Aemond had his chance then. He could have finished what he began at Storm’s End, claimed her life, seen his debt fulfilled.

Then Vhagar had steered away.

It was hard to see what became of them in the final struggle. The dragons were a single mass of bloody flesh, joined with teeth and talons. Daemon leapt from his saddle, sword in hand. She might have screamed, either way it would have gone unheard.

Aemond must have realised what was happening when he started to fuss with his chains. He released himself and then they were falling.

Aemond and Daemon were lost to darkness but Vhagar and Caraxes plunged into the God’s Eye with a colossal splash that reached so high it appeared to match the height of Harrenhal itself.

She was standing on the lakeshore before she found herself in the mind of her dragon.

She watched through Grey Ghost’s eyes as he flew towards the lake and dived beneath the surface of the water. In that void his claws curled around a body.

She was standing on the shore again, inside her own mind again, waiting for Grey Ghost to deliver what– who he had found.

Grey Ghost set the body down. He may have had stained silver hair and Dark Sister clutched in his hand, but she knew right away it wasn’t her step-father. There was still life in him– in Aemond.

What will her mother think now?

She feels Aemond swallow against the blade, the movement of his throat piercing his skin. A droplet of blood trails down his neck, below his collar.

She knows what she has to do– what she should do: push forwards, watch him choke on blood and steel.

He draws his tongue between his lips. His voice is almost a whisper, thick and strained. “Please.”

Her hold on the hilt falters. Perhaps she should feel some semblance of pride, now that she has him at her mercy, breathless and broken.

“Please.”

She watches the blood trail from the small cut she has made in his neck. She imagines it spraying from a larger wound, coating Dark Sister, seeping through his teeth and his lips.

“You can beg better than that, surely,” she says...

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harrysfolklore · 1 year

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putting the christmas tree with harry !!

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NAUGHTY LIST

The calendar marked that it was December the 19, and you and Harry still didn't have a single Christmas decoration up in your house.

To be fair, you just spent the past month travelling across South America for Harry's last shows of 2022, but now after a quick stop in Los Angeles, you were finally home in London.

So after complaining about how your house looked so sad and dragging Harry to the nearest store to buy some decorations and a tree, your plan of the evening that consisted on getting your house in the Christmas mood started.

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere you go." you and Harry sang along to Michael Bublé's voice that played on the speakers.

"Oh Christmas songs, I am your slave." Harry said as he passed you a couple of ornaments to hang on the tree.

"Did you just quote your tweet from 2014?" You turned around to look at him with a small smile, he was wearing a red jumper with brown corduroy pants and everything about him looked cuddly.

You loved being home with him.

"I don't know, maybe," he shrugged before continuing, "Mum called, wants to know if we're still coming this weekend."

"Of course we are, Christmas with the Styles for the second year, I wouldn't miss that for anything." you happily said, over the two years you and Harry have been together, his family had become your second one, they received you with open arms last Christmas and made you feel like one of them.

"Remember how nervous you were last year?" a smile made its way to Harry's face as he remembered last year's Christmas, since you and Harry started dating during his 2021 tour, you only had the chance to meet his mum and sister once when they visited him for one of his shows in LA, and Christmas was going to be your second meeting.

"Give me a break, okay? It was my second time meeting your mom and I was going to crash in her house for the holidays, of course I was going to be nervous." you told him as you hung more ornaments and decorations in your tree, it was almost done and you were very happy with the results.

"And they ended up loving you, baby, just like I told you," he moved to stand behind you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pressing a few kisses to the side of your face, making you lean into him "Tree looks good, we did a great job." he kissed the side of your face again, lingering his lips there for a minute.

"We? Harry I basically did all of that on my own while you sang Christmas songs the entire time." you playfully complained, turning around to face him and place your hands on his stomach, the material of his jumper soft in your hands.

"Heyyyy! That was mean!" he made his typical 'Heyyy' face, making you throw your head back as you laughed.

“I’m so happy to be spending the holidays with you again,” you ignored his complaints and decided to be soft for a minute. It was the perfect season for it, after all, “This year was just amazing, and I can't wait to see what next year has for us, if you'll still have me, of course."

"Baby! Of course I'll have you, I'm wrapped around your little finger and you know that," he kissed your nose sweetly, making you scrunch your face a little, "Besides, who's going to put up my tree next Christmas if you're not around? I'm going to turn into Scrooge!" you rolled your eyes with affection before speaking.

"So that's the only reason why we're dating? Because I put together amazing Christmas trees?" you decided to play along with him.

"That and your fantastic arse." he placed his hands in your bum making you squeal and laugh.

"Wish I could said that your arse is fantastic too but," he raised his brow, waiting for you to finish your sentence, "I was taught not to lie to others."

"Oh come on, my arse is spectacular and you know it," you laughed at his antics again, he could be such a man-child sometimes, "You're being so mean to me today, I might have to do something about it."

"Yeah? Like what?" it was your turn to raise your brow and tilt your head, waiting for his answer.

"I'm putting you on my naughty list." he grabbed you by the hips, making your chest collide with his, you instantly moved your hands to place them on his neck.

"You have a naughty list? Who else is there?" your eyes moved to his lips for a moment, dying to taste the red wine he had been drinking from them.

"Just you, actually." he smirked and finally kissed your lips, happiness filling both of you to be home for the holidays.

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mintywolf · 11 days

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A Long Road Home - Page 62 Author Notes

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Whew! So there’s the first chapter. Two (?) more to go!

I thought I’d share my early character notes from back when I was getting ready to write the script, mid-late 2022, compiled from observation, what extra facts we had at the time from 4SD, and my own headcanons. Not everything made it into the comic but it helped me codify my interpretation of them.

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Imogen

Physical Traits: Recently 26 at the beginning of the story. Long, light purple hair in soft, wavy curls. Often wears it braided when she’s working on the farm or riding. Violet eyes. Fair skin with a dusting of freckles across her cheeks, shoulders, and arms. Tendency to sunburn. Sweet round face and a soft figure. Around 5’4”. Slight gap between her front teeth. Dimples. Always looks a little sleep-deprived. Glowing purple lightning-shaped scars starting on the inside of her wrists and extending over her hands and wrapping over the back of her wrists. Prefers light-colored, soft, flowy clothing. Light Taloned Highlands accent that becomes more pronounced when she’s angry or being deliberately charming.

Personality Traits: Shy, thoughtful, reserved. Uncomfortable in crowds because of the strain on her psychic energy and social situations are physically and emotionally exhausting for her. Can nevertheless exude Southern charm when the situation calls for it. Genuinely kind and caring towards people she trusts but it takes a while for them to earn that trust. Her passive access to everyone’s thoughts makes it hard for her to see the good in people, which can lead her to be cynical or even cruel. Hidden tendency for destructive, remorseless anger that belies her “innocent” appearance. Can hold a grudge. Enjoys the company of animals more than humans (with the single exception of Laudna). Secretly struggling with very deep doubts about her own worth, especially since she has become progressively more emotionally distanced from people since the beginning of her psychic powers 8 years ago. Before Laudna’s arrival the pain and loneliness caused by her powers (as well as her bleak outlook on the rest of the world from everyone else’s terrible thoughts) have pushed her to the brink of despair. Staunchly insists that she is Fine even when that is clearly untrue.

Quirks: The lightning markings grow a little bit up her arms whenever she exerts her powers in a significant way. Needs glasses but she’s never had her eyesight checked so she doesn’t have them. Tugs on her earlobes when she’s stressed. Prone to headaches and panic attacks when the presence of a lot of other people overwhelms her psychic abilities. Uses Mage Hand creatively and for convenience in a variety of situations. Summer birthday. Likes strawberries and lemonade. Afraid of heights, or more specifically, afraid of falling from a great height. Smells faintly of sun-warmed grass and ozone. Has a good singing voice but almost no one has heard it. Likes to be clean, hates the feeling of being sweaty/sticky/grimy. Enjoys having her scalp massaged or her back scratched, especially by Laudna’s long fingernails.

Terms of endearment used: honey, darlin’, sugar, sweetheart

Laudna

Physical Traits: Actually 51 but became ageless a few weeks shy of 20. Has been dead-ish for 31 of those years, so while she hasn’t aged much she has deteriorated over time. Corpse-pale and skeleton-thin, covered in old scars, significantly a faint rope scar on her neck under her chin. Long, bony fingers. Wears gold ear jewelry for elves to hide the fact that her ears were cropped into points. Around 5’9” but her thinness and general mien makes her appear taller than she is. Long, scraggly black hair with a white forelock. Kind of wavy with tighter curls towards the ends. Her features are doll-like and delicate but slightly too big for her face in a way that is charming but a little off-putting. (Protuberant eyes, long nose, wide smile.) Big, dark eyes with dilated pupils. (Apparently permanently, so she is sensitive to light but can see very well in the dark.) Very wide smile with uneven teeth. Cold and clammy to the touch. Thin, fragile skin. Her blood moves slowly and is very dark (although still red). Cries inky black tears. Knows Mending as a cantrip but evidently does not apply it often to her own clothes. Speaks with an elevated posh Whitestone accent, except when she’s being serious. Her “natural” voice is more subdued, with a huskiness to it from an old throat injury that comes out more when she’s upset. A little too loose-limbed. Moves in a peculiarly graceful/graceless, jerky fashion, like something being puppeted by unseen strings. Dislikes wearing shoes.

Personality Traits: She is simultaneously a world-weary middle-aged woman and a child who was frozen on the cusp of adulthood and will never age. Over the years her persistent optimism has become less the product of naiveté and more of determination; she has made the best of every awful situation she’s been put in because what else is she going to do. Like Imogen she has seen a lot of the worst of people, and before she meets her she is timid and twitchy from many years of loneliness and being a general object of distrust and mistreatment wherever she goes, but once she finds her, her vivacious, excitable, and affectionate personality starts to emerge. Very earnest -- not much disconnect between what she thinks and what she says, and not much filter, either. Eager to be useful. Has some trouble picking up on social cues or knowing how to behave appropriately in certain social situations. Tends to stand too close to people when trying to talk to them. Desperately wants to love and be loved. Very protective of Imogen but secretly afraid she’s undeserving of her affection. Worries about being a burden or a danger to her. When overwhelmed or uncomfortable she will sometimes speak through Pâté about herself rather than for herself. When very deeply upset she withdraws into herself and seems to become inanimate.

Quirks: Very rarely still -- she’s always in motion, fidgeting, picking things up to look at or fiddle with, reaching out to touch things in the environment, fluttering her hands when talking, lacing her fingers together, swaying or rocking when sitting or standing. (She is only completely still when she’s asleep, unconscious, or very deeply withdrawn, and then the difference between that and her usual animated self is unsettling.) Tends to stutter when agitated or excited. When thoughtful or anxious she fidgets with her hair, and can pull it out without meaning to when particularly upset. Puts her fingers in her mouth regardless of how clean they are. Has a habit of collecting things that look like trash to other people but she thinks might be useful, with a particular fondness for broken, discarded objects. Sometimes she mends them, sometimes she just loves them as they are. (Also has a hard time letting go of things past their usefulness, e.g. expired vegetables that Imogen is begging her to be allowed to compost but Laudna is insisting parts of them are still good.) Winter birthday. Likes apples and sweet baked goods, gingerbread in particular. Her joints dislocate easily, in particular her right shoulder, but pop back into place just as easily. (She was dragged by the arm either from the dining room or to the tree.) Smells like wet earth and decaying leaves. Experiences occasional dizziness from low blood pressure and is vulnerable to motion sickness. Vehement dislike for the feeling of rough fabric against her skin. Can’t wear necklaces or any clothing with a tight collar.

Terms of endearment used: darling, dearest, my love

Matilda

Physical traits: When alive, she still had pale skin and black hair, although of a more human complexion and her hair was fuller with better-defined curls. (Still a little stringy though.) Still thin from hard times in Whitestone but of a more willowy sort than gaunt. Naturally kind of cold but still of a human body temperature. Dark brown eyes. Big smile. Still fidgety. Larger than average ears.

Personality: Still a weirdo! Eager to have friends but had trouble making and keeping them and so was often lonely, with a very imaginative inner life. Kind of vague and dreamy, in part from being frequently dosed with laudanum to suppress her weirdness and make her sit still. Never outgrew playing with dolls, and secretly always kind of believed they have feelings.

Quirks: Liked to collect things: rocks, bones, feathers, discarded trinkets. Made some of her own toys out of odds and ends. Had a pet frog that she carried around in her apron pocket. The kind of child who would disappear all day and return covered in dirt with holes in her clothes. Because of her inherent shadow powers she had a tendency to startle her parents by accidentally sneaking up on them, and was always a little hurt when they reacted in alarm to see her there.

When Laudna is scared or distressed, particularly after an upsetting experience, she will sometimes regress into who she used to be. She drops her posh accent, and her mannerisms become smaller and timid. She will seek reassurance in childlike things, playing with her dolls and wanting the comfort of someone else’s closeness. If she can’t get that comfort from Imogen, she will seek it from Delilah.

Relvin Temult

Physical traits: Broad-shouldered and sturdy, with a tendency to stoop. Dark blond, longish hair & a scruffy beard. Tanned from outdoor work. In his mid 40’s. (So Imogen was born when he and Liliana were in their early 20’s or even late teens. It is possible that Liliana’s powers manifested around the same age as Imogen’s did.)

Personality: Taciturn, somewhat dour. Dearly loves Imogen but can’t help feeling some resentment for the exile her powers forced on them and he’s a little afraid of her psychic ability. Rightfully suspicious that she could be eavesdropping on his thoughts, he has distanced himself from her. Still calls her “Genny” and “butterbean” as nicknames. Misses the closeness they used to have, and despite the distance between them he is desperate to hold on to her since she is all the family he has left.

He is literally Just A Guy. He wanted to live a normal small town life raising horses with his family but unfortunately his wife and then his daughter turned out to be cursed by the moon with devastating psychic powers.

Dolores Garrod

Physical traits: Early middle-aged, dark blonde hair, narrow green eyes, stocky build. Narrow scar on the left side of her face. She’s probably of an age that she could have served in the Apex War.

Personality: Former sheriff, resents losing her position of power and feels she could do a better job for the town than the current one. Not afraid to resort to violence to protect the town. Very protective of her young son. She does not place much faith in the gods, particularly since they don’t seem to be doing anything about either the witch walking around town or the plague she is believed to have brought down upon it, and puts her faith in the law instead.

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Thank you for reading!! Whether you’ve come across my comic recently or whether you’ve been with it since the beginning, I’m so happy you’re here. <3

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vic-draws-sometimes · 3 months

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If you're a fan of The Batman (2022) I highly suggest this comic

The Riddler year one

First of all, the cover is gorgeous and the art is phenomenal. Stevan Subic's dark yet semi-realistic style really works well with Edward's (The Riddler) state of mind.

But it's also filled with pages from Edward's journal (?) And we can see his descent into his ideologies. At first its somewhat clean and readable but it gets more and more jumbled. There are even binary codes and I had fun translating them (most of them are just "the Riddler" and question marks, at least from what I got).

And if you're obsessed with Batman like I am, he is too! Here are my favorite pages

"Your beam lights the sky and I look out the window. Waiting. Silently calling out to you. Just think what we could do together! It's getting harder to live with this. To hold this alone. In my darkest hours I need you, and your light is there for me. "

And (months?) later, when anticipating meeting him

"I wish I could tell you that I will turn myself in. I wish I could tell you not to worry, it's all part of the plan. That you and I will be safe aboard the ark. But I can't. This (the plan!) Is the only way for me to find you. (Believe me, I have tried.)

This is the only way for us to meet. It will all be worth it in the end.

Together we might call it a beginning. "

It reminds me of the Joker's obsession with Batman in The Batman Who Laughs (or anytime really), but in a more "we could be a great team" with a dash of parasocial relationship.

All of that to say, if you see this comic, grab it!

I got the book 5 out of 6 and it's not confusing at all, I'll be looking for the other ones.

#the batman 2022 #battinson #batman #the riddler #edward nygma #but in this case #edward Nashton #this looks like a review lol

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yanderepuck · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 1

WELCOME BACK SLUTS. It's that time of the year you've been looking forward to. As always, Kinktober is hosted by your local Napoleon simp @xxsycamore

If you would like to read Kinktober 2021 and 2022 they are here

Remember to reblog and tell me what you thought about it

Day 1 - Cowgirl Position | Doggy Style

"I said stay still, hondje!"

You let out a yelp from him slapping your ass. He's holding your hips firmly with one hand, his cock buried deep in you and he won't move.

Your ass is in the air and he has pushed your face into the bed with his other hand. You whine from the lack of friction.

You feel his cock twitching inside of you, he wants to point into you just as much as you want him to. But he told you to stay still and you kept moving your hips. You had decided to be a brat.

"You're going to behave, aren't you? You know what happens if you don't."

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?" He leans down to be closer to your face, his cock somehow pushing deeper.

"Yes Meester."

"Good girl," his hand gently wraps around your neck, barely putting any pressure on it, but more of a warning. Then he starts thrusting into you again.

You had gotten so wet in that short amount of time that he was able to move so easily. He thrusted into you roughly enough to jerk you forward, even with having a death grip on your hip.

You're going to have a bruise there in the morning, and on your breasts from how roughly he handled them earlier. Plus one of those bite marks is bound to be visible.

"M-meester..!"

You felt yourself getting close. Your walls were closing in on his cock.

"How good do I make you feel, Hondje~"

Theo was starting to lose his breath. Hes getting closer too.

"S-soo ... gooood," your moans are loud almost like screams. You wanted to shove your face into the pillow but with his hand around your neck he was stopping you.

"Good," he smirked and moved his hand and moved your hair all to one side and bites you again.

This time you did scream, you climaxed at the same time from getting overstimulated.

He moans into your skin and thrusts into you a few more times before finally filling you with his cum.

He rocks his hips to ride out his high and doesn't take his fangs out of you until he's finished.

Theo doesn't even pull out before you lay your lower half on the bed, panting.

"I thought I trained you better. Get your ass back up, hondje."

He forces your ass back up into the air and begins to rub your clit. Your face goes directly into the pillow after making a loud gasp.

"I'll never be down training you, will I?"

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp theo #kinktober

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wtfuckevenknows · 1 year

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Tarlos rec list (or a whole lot of my favorite fics (because I'm sure I missed some))

Because I can't do anything half assed this has taken me forever AND you're getting it in categories, in no particular order 🙃🤷🏻‍♀️😬 If you find yourself on here and you don't want to be for whatever reason, let me know! Also if you're on here and I didn't @ you it's because I couldn't find you at first glance, but if you want me to @ you also let me know!

Codas/Tags/Specs/Canon Compliant/Canon Divergence/Post Canon:

Out of the Woods (series) by @liminalmemories21 words are all we have, we'll be talking, we'll be talking (series) by inconocible Season 3 Codas (series) by @marjansmarwani Seven Ways (Back to You) (series) by @welcometololaland "You have one new message ..." by @paper-storm get it right, to get around me by welcometololaland Missing Moments (series) by paper-storm Coming Back by @doublel27 Season 3 Codas (series) by @strandnreyes Knight in Shining Armor by doublel27 not lost (not lost) but found by doublel27 More Cow-Eyes (series) doublel27 An Easy Dare by @noxsoulmate Blood on the tracks, fire in the hills by thenorthface Starting Out by sapphireej tout l'univers by @kiras-sunshine In sickness and in health, in speeding and in no speeding by @good-ways all I know since yesterday (is everything has changed) by strandnreyes Precious Love by @rmd-writes

AUs:

Dr Reyes/Paramedic Strand series by marjansmarwani a flower a day by novaksline Detective AU by strandnreyes what if we could risk everything we have by dazedastrophile as if you were a mythical thing by strandnreyes Begged And Borrowed Time by @iboatedhere on a wednesday in a café i watched it begin again by falloutmars The tender things are those we fold away by @beautifulhigh Home is Found series by alipea Safe Space series by xtinyteenyx The knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts by liminalmemories21 The Flying Sparks 'Verse (series) by @the-communist-unicorn i know now i found (the one i love) by ksmalltalk Welcome to the Neighborhood by courtinator Fireproof by Mari_Marie remind me to forget by orphan_account Yours To Keep, Yours To Lose by iboatedhere one single thread by strandnreyes After all of the years, all of the tears, you are here somehow. by lydiamxrtin to live for the hope of it all by strandnreyes

Sports AUs (my beloved):

Swing For The Fences, Run To The Line by iboatedhere Magnetic North by paper-storm Game, Set, Match (series) by welcometololaland Curveball by @bellakitse

One Shot Collections:

Plaid Shirt Days by iboatedhere Tewnty Five Hundred by iboatedhere tangled in the willows by stormss Silence and Patience, Pining in Anticipation by iboatedhere Prompt Fills by strandnreyes All the ways to love you by bellakitse

Sexy Times ❤️‍🔥:

Educating Mateo by @thebumblecee Mark Me Up by brouiller (the whole series is so fucking good) Skin by paper-storm (we're not talking about the amount of times I've read this one in particular) Do you even lift, bro? by rmd-writes Through the Looking Glass by rmd-writes Love this journey for them by rmd-writes Waterproof by welcometololaland The Devil Works Hard (But Mesh Shirts Work Harder) by welcometololaland Seven Days of Sin by welcometololaland

Pride ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜:

rejoice your truth by doublel27 What’s Lost Can Always Be Found by noxsoulmate Let's Talk About that Thong by Sivan325 This Love is Ours, it’s Everything by noxsoulmate Pride 2022 by maddiee96

Fluff 💝 (there’s a whole lot of fluff hiding in the other categories):

What A Weekend by @sapphireej PS: I still love you, too by noxsoulmate with all the sorrow and the joy by @lire-casander love me as if I were forever by rmd-writes (my beloved) A Love Like Theirs by noxsoulmate

Kid Fic (my other beloved):

Austin Series by AliceSchuyler don't go blindly into the dark by kiras-sunshine Falling Like Raindrops by Monstrous_Moonshine Surrender (series) by aleia Strands of Time (series) by alilypea Luca Strand-Reyes (series) by bellakitse SRK❤ Sofia Kennedy Reyes❤ (series) by mtnofgrace Family For Christmas by graspingforwords how did we get here? by @detective-giggles you're tethered to another (and you're worried all the time) by doublel27 Tradition (In the Key of Cookies) by Reese_Taylor27 love like this (the isla strand-reyes verse) (series) by Krissyloowhoo Let Your Heart Find a Home by tkstrands like daylight by @ravens-words Eight Now by darkangelgirl13 oh look, it’s my future by thatnerdmryn all I see is you by ravens-words Do We Want This? by @djdangerloverlove Let's Go to the Mall by bellakitse Of little girls and their cats by bellakitse Lyla by Mangacat Self control? I don't know her (series) by welcometololaland

I was gonna rec some Christmas fics too, but Tumblr is being a bitch and I might just save those for before Christmas!

I'm sure there's more, and most of the most recent ones haven't made it on here but whatever.

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sailoryooons · 2 years

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Suga's How-To Guide | Mouthful | myg (m)

☾ Pairing: Camboy!Yoongi x f. reader

☾ Summary: Min Yoongi has been a cam boy for a few years now. The work is easy, the money is good, and he has loyal viewers. When he approaches you and asks if you want to be his muse for a ��how-to’ series, your view on the infamous Yoongi changes.

☾ Word Count: 941

☾ Genre: Friends to lovers, pwp

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content including oral (m. receiving) spit play, hand jobs, playing with Min Yoongi's perfecr bawls, voyeurism, sexual on acts in front of a live audience (on camera), sex work

☾ Published: August 8, 2022

☾ A/N: I don't know, I just wanted some sloppy toppy and this series is supposed to be more drabble-style like this anyway. Enjoy :)

beta’d by the love of my life @here2bbtstrash who I keep forgetting to tag like a very bad friend ily M

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

“Fuck just like that,” Yoongi groans, head tilting back. His throat is flush, chest rising and falling unsteadily like the rapid beating of your heart. “God dammit, I don’t need to teach you shit.”

Yoongi doesn’t. Sucking cock is something you know you’re good at. You’ve done it enough times and you enjoy the way it makes your partners fall apart. You enjoy the way it makes them stutter, the way their words slow together and you can feel their muscles jump, body reacting before their mind can.

And Yoongi is beautiful to watch.

Drool slicks out of your mouth, making the glide down his thick cock easier. Your tongue runs along the underside of his cock as your mouth slides down his considerable length again, watching him through your lashes as he bites his bottom lip.

What you can’t fit in your mouth, you pump slowly with your right hand, adding a gentle twisting motion when your lips near your fist. It’s wet and messy, tears trickling down your cheeks when you take him deep into the back of your throat, his tip brushing against your soft palate.

Yoongi is a vision. Lips bitten and turned a shade of strawberry, hair pressed against his sweaty brow. There are marks on his neck, blooming like hyacinths from your greedy mouth.

Even now, your left-hand digs marks into the meat of Yoongi’s thigh, his muscle flexing as one of his hands grips the back of your head. His fingers apply pressure to your scalp, but he doesn’t force you down on him more. His fingers are needy, begging, desperate. He doesn’t fuck up into your mouth, but you can tell he wants to.

But that’s not what today’s session is. Today’s session is about how to suck cock, and Yoongi provides a stream of conscious, mumbled commentary when he can remember that he has viewers.

You’re determined to make him forget.

Yoongi has lost himself in the heat of your mouth again. You moan around him, popping him out of your mouth to kitten lick the tip of his cock. And fuck – his cock is perfect like the rest of him. Even as he slowly pulled the zipper down at the beginning of the stream, you knew.

The fact that your face is now on camera as much as Yoongi’s is doesn’t cross your mind. Not when he lets out a whine as your tongue licks his slit. Not as you gather the spit in your mouth, letting it drip on the head, Yoongi’s cock glossy and dark and swollen.

“Fuck, where do you want me to cum?” it comes out breathless. Yoongi’s breath is heaving, the hand propping him up tangled in the sheet of his bed. His thighs are quaking and his eyes are squeezed shut, long lashes stark against his cheeks. “Gonna cum soon.”

You suckle on the tip, humming contentedly. “My mouth,” you murmur after letting go of the tip with a lewd pop. “I can swallow.”

“God dammit,” he chuckles. His voice is raspy and deep. “Always- shiiiiit – always ask your partner where they prefer you – fuck – to cum.”

Yoongi keeps losing his train of thought, barely able to get the sentence out to inform his viewers. You don’t care about them. You care about the way his dusky nipples are pebbled and the way his hips squirm on the bed as he fights off shivers driven by your hungry mouth.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he sighs, held tilted to the ceiling. For a moment, it looks like he’s praying, a warm glow from the ring light behind you making him glow at the edges. “Feels so good.”

Something akin to pride surges through you as you lick down his shaft, ducking down to give a teasing lick at his balls. Yoongi lets out a high-pitched sound. You look up at him, pausing and watching him as his eyes blink open to look down at you. He can barely keep them open, drowsy with pleasure.

“Oh?” you ask. A smile teases your lips and you give a gentle suck again before lifting to look up at him. “Yeah?”

“Baby.”

It’s a warning, but there’s a soft curve to his lips. Stroking his cock slowly, you dip back down, eyes fixed on his charcoal gaze as you gently run your tongue over the soft skin again, watching the way he can’t keep his eyes open.

You experiment, tongue inquisitive and seeing what other noises you can draw out of him. Yoongi collapses backward, laying down entirely on the bed. You remove your mouth and nip his thigh, teeth leaving pink crescents in his skin.

“I want to see you.”

“Fuck. You like watching me lose it?”

You lick the teeth marks on his thigh, hand pausing on his shaft and giving him a gentle squeeze. “Yes.”

His laugh is deep and scratchy. Taking a deep breath, Yoongi shuffles and props himself up by the elbows. His hair is sticking up everywhere, and his eyes are glassy, his round cheeks rosy. He looks so beautiful that for a moment, you’re not on your knees with a pillow under you, and there are not thousands of people watching you suck him off on camera.

Yoongi smiles at you, all gums and soft, crinkling eyes. “You’re pretty,” he murmurs. Heat crawls up your neck as you grunt, hiding your face by pulling his cock back into your mouth. He groans. “Fuck. I like having you around.”

You hum, satisfied. And when he does cum, he does it with a shout and going boneless as you grin around a mouthful of him.

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cheosarang · 2 years

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TEMPORARY FIX

Mark Lee (M)

fic 1 of the “Midnight Memories” 7DREAM series!

inspired by the song:

“you can call me, when you’re lonely, when you can’t sleep. i’ll be your temporary fix.”

TEMPORARY FIX || MARK LEE

🔞 NSFW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

📝 written by cheosarang

📑 word count: 4,000+ words (i edited the rest on tumblr and i lost count 😆)

‼️ WARNINGS: alcohol use and drinking, unprotected sex, oral (M receiving), a little bit angsty but turns into something else at the end.

TAGLIST: @matchahyuck @m00minjunnie @bockhyun @ephemeral19s @shapeofgyu @ablackbtsstan @njmkjn @t5ukln0qi @teexzya @jenojammin @curieouscapt @thiccfullsun @jianreadsaus @airpodbaekuwu @univexrse

🔴⚫️

August 2020

“Jaehyun?!” You gasp, as one of your hands immediately comes into contact with your lips, covering your mouth.

“Holy shit,” He mumbles, as he and… whoever the girl was on his bed, scampers around the bedroom you two shared, looking for their clothes. “Y/N, please don’t go. I can explain!” He exclaims, hurriedly slipping into his shirt and boxers, but you were already about to bolt out the front door.

As your hand reaches to open the door knob, Jaehyun grabs ahold of your arm.

“Y/N, it’s not what it looks like, she and I-“ He begins, and you scoff, tears welling in your eyes.

“You know what Jaehyun? Save it.” You say in anger and disbelief, as you try your best to compose yourself in front of him, even though your heart feels like it’s shattering into a million pieces. “We’re over.”

Without looking back, you exit the apartment, never to return.

🔴⚫️

October 2022 (present day)

9:13 AM

“Fuck.” This was the first word you mumbled to yourself, the moment you woke up. You hated how you still dreamt of the day when your ex, Jaehyun, cheated on you two years ago. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself that you’ve completely moved past it, for some reason, no amount of tequila shots could erase the hurt and betrayal that the experience has given you.

You exit your room and make your way to the apartment kitchen, where your best friend, Yeji, was making pancakes.

“Moooorning!” She said in a sing-songy tone, as she puts the pancakes on a plate, and slides them over to you as you take a seat on the chair by your table.

“Morning,” You mumble, taking a bite from the pancake.

“You seem to be in a bad mood.” Yeji points out. ��Rough night?” She questions, as she pours a glass of orange juice for you and herself.

“Yeah, I had a nightmare.” You tell her, rolling your eyes at the thought, while taking a sip from your drink before continuing. “I dreamt of that night again.”

“That night?” She frowns, not seeming to catch on to what you meant at first.

“Yeah, THAT night.” You emphasize even more this time, and she gasps, finally catching on.

“Oh… I get it. The one that happened two years ago? Y/N! You’re such a lovely person. You honestly did not deserve any of that. And it’s a shame that your subconscious keeps replaying that memory in your head through the form of dreams.” She scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief while digging into her own stack of pancakes.

“I know! It frustrates me. It was a really really fucked up situation. I really don't need any more reminding.” You complain to her.

“But I have an idea, though. Something that can make you forget it!” She smiles at you, and you frown in disapproval. “You’re already making a face! Let me finish first please?”

The reason for your unenthusiastic behavior was because everytime Yeji says something like that, it always ends up not going well. You then recall to her how one of her past ideas to make you “forget” resulted in the two of you waking up to see your apartment in a mess, both of your heads throbbing in pain from the alcohol. The worst part of it all was that you both had to clean despite feeling the worst hangover.

“Okay fine whatever, I admit my idea at that time was really dimwitted. But believe me when I say that this time around, you’ll actually have fun!” She says, really trying to convince you. “Pleaaaseee…”

You sigh. “Gosh alright, alright! But only because you prepared breakfast today.”

“Yay!” She squeaks, jumping out of her chair. “Here’s my idea… I want you to come with me to a university party tonight.”

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8:30 PM

Bright lights, thumping music, and a shit ton of people. You were really at a party, alright. Your stomach begins to turn as you and your best friend make your way towards the entrance of the house.

“Yeji, I seriously don't like the look of this.”

“C’mon Y/N! What Jaehyun did to you was not your fault. Since you guys broke up, I noticed how you have refused to talk to anybody else. I mean, I understood it the first few months. Even during the first year. But it’s been two years now. And as your best friend, it hurts me to see you mope around your room doing nothing. Which is why I dragged you all the way here! Not to make relationships, because if you aren’t ready, I respect that! I invited you to come because I just want you to meet new people who might distract you from whatever loneliness you’re feeling.” She says to you over the loud music, squeezing your hand.

You were left speechless by her statement, as it slowly dawned upon you that she did have a point.

Maybe the reason why you keep dreaming of that traumatic experience is because you need somebody to help you forget it. Somebody to help you fully free yourself from it.

Taking a deep breath, you condition your mind to let go, and as soon as Yeji hands you the red cup with alcohol in it, for the first time in two years, you’ve felt lighter.

In between the dancing and small talk with the other party goers, you’ve failed to notice that you’ve lost your best friend. You figured she was probably dragged away by Juyeon, her boyfriend. So you’ve situated yourself in the corner of the room, drinking your, what seems to be, 4th cup of alcohol. From the spot you’re standing at, you can see people talking, dancing, making-out, while others are just doing the same as you… drinking alone. Your phone suddenly lights up, and a text notification from Yeji appears.

YEJI: heyy y/n! where r u

YOU: i’m at the corner near the stairs, y? wbu? wru?

YEJI: r u alright??? i’m with juyeon! lmk if u wanna go home ok, juyeon will drive us. hes not drunk xox but we r in his room

YOU: ya.. nope no thanks. i’m fine. u guys hv fun tho, i’ll probably just call an uber otw home.

YEJI: u sure?

YOU: yep, i’m planning to go home in a few mins anyways :)

With that, you lock your phone screen. You were so busy texting that you failed to notice that someone else was standing right beside you.

White shirt, skinny jeans, a black wrist watch, with his raven colored hair slicked back. You didn’t need a second glance to know that the person beside you was none other than your Freshman year crush… Student Council President and straight-A student, not to mention the exceptionally handsome Mark Lee.

He also happened to be watching the rest of the party from your view, and the silence between the both of you was so thick, you cleared your throat to get rid of the awkwardness, before speaking.

“Hey?” You say in a questioning tone, and he chuckles, facing you.

“Hey. Long time no chat, Y/N.” He replies, a small smirk forming on his lips. “I was wondering how long it would take before you actually noticed I was here.” He tells you jokingly, sipping from his cup.

“Oh-yeah right, uhm. Sorry. I was texting my friend.” You stammer, drinking from your cup as well, realizing that you’ve already finished your drink.

Mark immediately takes notice of this, and says “Do you want me to get you a drink?”

“Sure, that would be lovely.” You smile, feeling a blush creep onto your face. He’s still as cute as you remember. You thought to yourself.

As soon as he returns back to your little corner, he hands you back your cup.

“Do you wanna get some fresh air outside? It seems too stuffy to chat here.” He tells you.

Being around him made you feel like you were in some sort of trance, unable to refuse whatever it is that he asks of you. It’s also worth mentioning that this is the first time in a long time that you actually liked being around somebody else (other than your best friend, Yeji), a familiar face… which is why you saw this as a great opportunity to catch up with Mark, an old friend.

“Yeah, sure thing.” You agreed.

The two of you make your way out to the back of the house, where an open area is available. Unlike indoors, there were only a few people outside. Some of them passed out drunk on the beach chairs by the pool. You both decide on sitting on the grass at a secluded part where a small garden was situated, as you and Mark look at the stars.

“I was wondering what a beautiful girl like you was doing alone in there.” He says, breaking the silence.

“What? Oh. Uh.. I actually just got dragged here by my best friend, Yeji. And then she left with her boyfriend.” You reply, scoffing a little as you face him. “I was actually planning to go home. You know. But then I saw you!”

“That’s cool… but what about you, though? You only came here with Yeji? Where’s your boyfriend?” He asks, curiosity lacing his voice.

Of course Mark knew who Jaehyun was. He remembers how crushed he felt after knowing that you were already taken by someone else. Ever since the two of you became groupmates for a project during your Freshman year, he caught himself smiling when you glanced back at him, or when you’d talk to him. It’s a shame that after your project, whatever closeness was beginning to form between you and Mark immediately disappeared when Jaehyun came into the picture. Naturally, he couldn’t react nor show that he was jealous, because he never even told you that he liked you in the first place… and that even until now, he still does.

“We broke up.” You state, looking down at your crossed legs.

“Oh… I had no idea. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry, I- I really didn’t know.” He tells you honestly.

Just to move on from you, he’s also had a few relationships here and there. Nothing ever serious. In that time, he tried to forget how he felt about you, which is why he never really asked around for details concerning you anymore. So your revelation about how things were between Jaehyun and you came off as a surprise to him, but if anything, a pleasant one. Because that meant that now, he finally had a chance.

“It’s okay.” You shrug. “It was a long time ago anyways, besides- I have someone cuter beside me anyways now.” You suddenly blurt out. You had no idea if it was the 5th cup of alcohol speaking, or if it was the fact that you’ve always had a little crush on Mark but was too afraid he would never feel the same from the start. You like to think it was probably the former.

Mark looks at you with wide eyes, as you inched your face closer to his, your breaths fanning against one another. Surprise washes over you when Mark suddenly crashes his lips onto yours, his hands caressing your face and pulling you closer, as you tangle your fingers in his hair. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth, his tongue and yours fighting for dominance. His hands then make their way to your breasts, fondling them, as you adjust to a brand new position and find yourself caressing him, sitting on his lap, your ass against his crotch.

You can feel his cock hardening beneath you, as you slowly grind back and forth in between kisses, a moan escaping his and your lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- Y/N wait.” He suddenly stops you, holding your hips, as your eyes shoot open.

Shit. You kind of forgot where you were at the moment. You look around and sigh in relief as you realize that no one was around to see your intense make-out session. “God, i’m so fucking sorry Mark, seriously.” You ramble, standing up, and he stands up as well.

“What are you saying sorry for? Honestly? I liked whatever we were doing.” He tells you. “Did you?” He asks.

“Of course I did. But-” Images of your ex and him cheating on you come flooding back to your memory. Mark was intoxicating. You couldn’t resist him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want anything to happen between the two of you tonight… but you’d also be lying if you say that you’re willing to commit to another relationship.

“But what?”

“If we’re going to continue whatever we were doing tonight… promise me that there’s never going to be any feelings involved.” You say with a very serious face.

Mark was already fucked in the “no feelings” part. He liked you. So much. But he’s been waiting for this moment for so long, that he’d be willing to take any opportunity to be close to you, even if it meant pretending that his feelings for you were never there.

“I mean, yeah. Okay. You can call me when you’re lonely, or when you can’t sleep… I’ll be like, your temporary fix? You know. Friends with benefits. Only if you want to.” He smiles, and if you weren’t still picking up the pieces your ex broke, you swore that you’d actually give Mark a chance. But for now, whatever this was, will do. Those mere minutes you spend with your lips on his made you forget, and now you want more.

“Deal.” You say. “So, how do we finish where we left off?”

“You know what, I have an idea.” Mark says, as he takes your hand in his and you both run back into the house, up the flight of stairs, then locking yourselves inside an empty room.

You hungrily kiss him as he presses you against the door. One of your hands palming his already hard crotch.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you.” He whispers, kissing your neck.

“Shit, okay.” You say, taking off your jeans and your panties all in one go. You also remove your shirt swiftly, unclasping your bra, as Mark was also removing his clothes at the same time.

“Do you have a condom?” You ask him, since you’ve stopped using the pill for a while after the break-up.

“Of course.” Mark tells you, grabbing one from his wallet inside his jeans, tearing off the wrapper with his teeth, before slipping the rubber on his length.

“Bend over.” He commands, and you kneel down the bed, ass up, face down.

“Damn, so pretty. Mark whispers, as he looks at your dripping pussy.

He lines himself up to your hole, before slowly pushing into you.

“Fuckkkkkk…” You moan out loud, biting your lip, as you feel his thick cock entering your tight hole.

“Y/N, this isn’t your first time, right baby?” Mark asks you, thrusting in and out of you slowly.

“N-no,” You reply.

“Then why are you so fucking tight for me?” He asks you, as the tip of his penis begins to brush against your g-spot.

“Oh my god! Right there, Mark, hngh.” You whimper, your hand making it’s way to rub your clit to increase the pleasure.

“Baby wait.” He says, swatting your hand away. “That’s my job,” He tells you, as he replaces your hand with his, and he proceeds on rubbing your clit while thrusting in and out of you.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and you can feel your brain becoming hazy. “Mark, oh god. Please. Fuck. Oh, shit.” Was all the words that managed to come out of your mouth.

He continues to thrust harder into you. “‘M gonna cum.” You manage to choke out, and he stops rubbing your already sensitive nub.

“Don’t yet, wait for me, I'm close too.” He says, as he places a hand on your ass and starts thrusting in and out of your cunt at a fast pace, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You cry out his name as he spills his seed into the condom. You’ve never felt that much pleasure in a while, and you found yourself hooked on it once more.

You lay down on the bed, chest heaving up and down, as Mark removes his condom, and throws it inside the trash can by the bedroom’s bathroom.

“Fuck, Y/N. You look so hot lying down on the bed like that. You make me want to fuck you again.” He says, and you smirk.

“Is that so?”

🔴⚫️

THREE WEEKS LATER

EARLIER THAT DAY

That night at the party with Mark, brings you to your current position.

It all started with just an innocent text of you asking him over so you guys could watch your favorite Netflix series together.

YOU: markkkkk? 😄

MARK: yeah, y/n? what’s up? :D

YOU: are you free to come over?

MARK: for? 😏

YOU: netflix! dumbass HAHA this is you fulfilling the FRIENDS part in our friends with benefits agreement 🙄

MARK: riiiiight. ok sure i’ll be over in 5

It did take him only 5 minutes to drive to your apartment. The thing that made this entire agreement between the two of you easier was the fact that you both lived in close proximities. If you call him, you’re just a 5 minute drive away.

He steps out the elevator and onto the floor your apartment was in. He’s been here a couple of times already, so he knew your apartment number, all those kinds of things. Ringing the doorbell to your house, you immediately open the door, as if you’ve already been behind it, waiting for him all these minutes ago.

Mark’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over to your thighs, and the shorts you were wearing. He also noticed how you had an oversized shirt on, but your nipples could practically be seen on it. How on earth was he going to survive sitting beside you, watching Netflix, resisiting the urge to fuck you?

“Like what you see?” You tease him, noticing that he was looking at your body. You gesture him to come inside.

“And if I say yes?” Mark replies to you.

“Well we’d have to do something about that… later.” You wink playfully, making your way over to the couch you and Yeji share and sitting down.

He closes the door behind him, as he sits right beside you.

“So? Where’s your apartment mate?” He asks you, as you open the television and pick up where the two of you left off in the show Bridgerton.

“She’s gonna be out late today. I think she won’t come home ‘till early morning tomorrow. Apparently she had stuff to do for her dance troupe thingy. Choreographing and fixing the group blockings and such.” You promptly explain, and he nods, staring at the TV.

The two of you sit pretty much in silence after that. Occasional comments have been thrown about a couple of characters here and there between the two of you, but other than that, the conversation was to a minimum. This is one of the things you enjoyed that came with being around Mark.

After finishing one episode, you suddenly felt the coolness of the room getting to you. “It’s cold, I should probably get a blanket.” You smile at Mark, pausing the series, and he nods at you.

“I’ll wait for you right here.”

“Maybe you should pull the sofa as well? So we can lay down. It turns into a bed.” You let him know, and he nods, standing up from the couch and proceeding to pull the extension part out.

You return to the living room with pillows and a blanket, throwing one of the pillows at him. “Catch!” You say, and he does catch it effortlessly. “You’re good.” You compliment him, and he chuckles.

“I like to think i’m better than just ‘good’.” He winks, as he lays down on the sofa-bed.

“God Mark!” You sigh, laughing a little, as you position yourself right beside him on the sofa-bed, covering the two of you with a blanket. You play the TV.

A few minutes have passed, and you feel a tension in the air that lingered from all the teasing that happened between you and him today. Even your favorite series seemed to be boring, and so a naughty idea came into your mind.

You purposely pressed your ass against Mark’s cock, grinding slowly. This surprises him at first, until he realizes what you were doing. Blood rushes immediately into his cock, as he feels your plump ass rubbing against his length, the friction enough to drive him crazy.

“I knew this night wouldn’t end without the two of us fucking. You just can’t get enough of my dick, can you?” He says, turning off the TV with a smirk plastered on his face.

—

Right now, you were currently inside your room, on your knees, as he fucks your mouth with his dick. He pulls your hair as a breathy moan escapes his lips, while he thrusts into your mouth steadily. You start to feel his dick hit the back of your throat, saliva dripping from out your mouth. You moan in response, looking up at him.

“Shit, Y/N, baby… I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He says through gritted teeth, and you release his cock from your lips with a ‘pop’ sound. You lick his dick one last time, kissing the red tip, before standing up and laying on the bed, removing the only piece of clothing on your body, which was a lace underwear.

“Mark… I need you in me… Right now.” You say, laying down on his bed and spreading your legs apart.

“You’re eager.” He chuckles, and you roll your eyes. “But isn’t it unfair, Y/N? I always give you what you want easily…” He adds, trailing off. “I wanna do things differently this time.”

“Different in what sense?” You ask him innocently.

He wanted to ruin you.

“I want to hear you beg.” Mark tells you, his voice sounding deeper than usual.

Since the start of this friends with benefits agreement with Mark, the two of you have fucked 9 times in the past 3 weeks. He was something you’re addicted to. You just can’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of you, either. This is the 10th time you’re having sex with him, but it’s the first time he has ever asked you to beg. Which is why his statement made your heart race, your mouth practically watering at the sight in front of you. He by the edge of the bed, waiting for your response. He steadily strokes his long, hard dick, and you could feel your clit throb…you were just so eager to have him in you. To fill you up.

“Mark, please fuck me…” You say, feeling somewhat shy, and your voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?” He asks, sitting on the bed now, and tapping his dick on your glistening pussy that was dripping with your juices ever since a while ago when you still had his cock in your mouth. “I need you to say it louder.”

“Mark, baby, please. I want your cock inside my cunt, I need to feel you— Want you, need you— i’ll be good I promise. I just really really want to feel you in me.” You practically beg, and the look on your pretty face, the way your voice begged for his cock sent Mark’s head reeling.

So he wastes no more time. He needed to be inside you, too. He teases your slit one last time with his dick, collecting your juices before slowly pushing into you, “Ugh, shit, that feels so good!” You moan out.

“Fuck. You’re so wet for me, Y/N.” He says afterwards, as he bottoms out inside of you, your tight walls wrapping around his length.

His thrusts start out slow, and he steadily picks up the pace, the sight of you underneath him, the force of his thrusts making your tits bounce up and down, enough to push him close to the edge. “You feel so good around me.” He says, leaning down and licking your nipples, before sucking on them.

In between moans and exchanged praises between the two of you, you open your eyes and see Mark now hovered above you. He has abandoned your breasts and his lips were caught in between his teeth, softly grunting, he opens his eyes and focuses on his dick entering and coming out of your pretty cunt.

“Mark… Mark! P-Please don’t stop- ugh, h-harder…” You moan out, reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. He looks at how your hands and his are clasped together, which makes him feel all sort of things.

He couldn’t believe he had you now, not exactly in the way he expected from the start, but he still had you. It was him fucking you dumb right now. His name falling from your lips. And that was more than good enough.

He leans down again to softly make-out with you as his thrusts slowly become sloppy. His tounge enters your mouth as you kiss him back hungrily. You wanted more of him, if that was even possible. You tug on his hair when he suddenly brushes against your g-spot.

“Mark! Shit! God,” You exclaim. He untangles your hands together and he takes your left nipple in between his fingers, playing with it. “Right there, please, d-don’t stop, baby. It f-feels so good. I’m gonna- ah, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, closing your eyes. You can feel your walls tighten around him, signalling him that you’re really near your high.

He groans in response, as he appreciates how you beautiful you look beneath him, your lips slightly parted, hair a mess, moaning nothing but his name, like it’s all you know. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. So perfect. Fuck.“ He can’t help saying.

You smile at his words, as you pull him down for a kiss once more.

“I’m close too, wait. Fuck, Y/N, baby girl, y-you’re doing so well.” He mutters burying his face into your neck, as he thrusts in and out of you at an erratic speed.

His name continues to fall out of your lips like a chant, you reaching your high first, a little earlier before him.

He pulls out, pumping his dick and shooting white ropes of cum on your stomach. He collects some of it on his finger, before bringing it to your lips. You open your mouth and take his fingers in it, sucking them and swallowing his cum. He takes his finger out of your mouth and pecks your lips.

“Good girl. You were amazing today, baby.” He says, kissing your forehead and brushing a hand through your hair, before he hops out the bed.

“Mark? Where are you going?” You ask him, pouting, as you sit up on his bed, trying to stay awake, despite your eyelids already feeling heavy.

He slips a shirt on and gets himself clean boxers and shorts. You couldn’t help but notice the red, glowing numbers that showed itself on his bedroom clock, as you waited for his answer.

It was 12:42 A.M.

“I’m gonna get water downstairs, as well as a towel, so you could clean up, darling. Wait for me.” He smiles sweetly at you, kissing your cheek. You return a small smile back at him, despite feeling exhausted from the fucking.

“My eyes are deadass closing already.” You tell him in a joking tone, but it was actually happening. “Incase I fall asleep before you come back… good night.” You giggle, and he chuckles in response.

“I won’t be too long anyways… But yeah. Good night, Y/N.”

When he exits his room, you lay down, dropping yourself onto his pillow with a soft thud.

Darling. Mark’s voice echoes in your head, bringing a smile yet again on your face.

You were not yet ready to tell Mark as well, but after a few weeks of spending time with him, other than the sex, you were beginning to feel like your temporary fix, may not be just a temporary fix anymore. Or a fix in general. You couldn’t help but think that you’ve started falling for him. You’ll tell him one day. Maybe when you wake up tomorrow morning. Or the day after that. But your body was so exhausted, so you brought it upon yourself that you will tell him some other time. Just not tonight.

Mark returns to his room with a warm washcloth and a glass of water for you. You were already sleeping, but when you felt the washcloth on your skin, it woke you up just a tiny bit. You stay half-awake until he finishes cleaning you up, you had your eyes closed, but you still had an idea of what he was doing.

Once he is done, he stares at you and finds himself falling more in love with your image. With you. Everything about you. He thought you were asleep, but you weren’t really. Not yet.

He slips into the blanket, right beside you, and he doesn’t know it, but you also manage to hear the words he says before he turns the lights off. “Y/N… Baby. I’m not really sure what we are yet… Or if there’s ever going to be something more between us. I’m always hoping there will be. But for now, I'm glad that you let me be your good night.”

The heart fluttering feeling you felt the moment those words came out of his lips remained there as you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

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AAAAANDD that’s it for the first one shot in the 7DREAM midnight memories series!

tbh i honestly didn’t plan on this to be a little fluffy when i first had it in mind HAHAHAHA nonetheless, i sincerely hope you all still enjoyed this one as much as i enjoyed writing & conceptualizing it. ☺️

i would also like to take this opportunity to express how truly grateful i am for all the reblogs & likes on this series’ preview. your comments inspire me a lot to write even more! so pls don’t be shy to share ur thoughts with me on my asks or leave a comment under my posts! reading what you guys have to say will truly make my day. hope ur all having a wonderful day ♡

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my most dearest Liv, I am so grateful for your existence upon this platform. thank you for running this gem of a blog.

I sincerely hope you’ll forgive me for this annoyance but I was hoping you could recommend fics with a draco that secretly loves physical intimacy and doesn’t shy from it later on w harry.

thank you so much ily

Thank you anon, that’s so lovely 🥹♥️ I’m sorry it took me ages to reply, this ask got lost in my drafts and I found it while cleaning my backlog. I really loved making this list because there are a few underrated gems here, I’ve marked the ones with less than 100 comments with an *. Enjoy!

* On Permanence by @the-starryknight (2021, M, 1.4k)

The possibility of going home with Draco is the only reason Harry comes to the club anymore. Tonight, there's a new kind of intimacy to be found outside the neon noise.

Let Me Count the Ways by @thebooktopus (E, 3.5k)

Intimacy comes in many forms. Draco wants to explore them all with Harry.

Is This Love? by @phd-mama (2021, E, 3.8k)

Draco wouldn’t call himself a tender man. He fights the forces of evil for a living, trying his best to pay penance for the evil he’s done. He’s fought and killed in the name of duty, and when he’s not on duty, he tends either to play hard or retreat alone. He doesn’t lean on anyone, and he knows he’s not the first person anyone goes to when they need care. Comfort. That all changes tonight.

Thermodynamic Equilibrium by @dorthyanndrarry (2017, T, 5k)

Harry's far too hot. Draco's always cold. And somehow against all odds, together they create a perfect equilibrium.

Two Starts, One Finish by @lqtraintracks (E, 5.4k)

I feel him before I see him. Nobody stands this close to me while I’m playing, and I’m about to turn to tell him so when he says, “You’re a tough bloke to track down,” and then leans against my baby grand.

* Service Bell by @shiftylinguini (E, 8k)

Draco is: a werewolf, living in a cabin in the woods, minding his own business, and never going to buy plaid because he's not that much of a fucking cliche (yet). He's also counting down the days until he sees Harry again.

* A Truth Universally Acknowledged by @sorrybutblog (2021, M, 19k)

A year out from the war, Harry agrees to accompany Hermione on a historical walking tour of Pride and Prejudice. Not in the itinerary: running into Draco Malfoy, setting off a summer of stately homes, lavish parties, resentful shagging, and maybe, falling in love.

Nice Things by aideomai (2020, M, 22k)

The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.

The Last of What the World Left You by @xanthippe74 (T, 25k)

If the wizarding world won’t give Draco a second chance, he has a plan to survive: live in his Animagus form, a carrion crow, in the Forbidden Forest. Not only does Harry Potter come along and ruin it, he’s radiating a strange aura of power. With nowhere to go and a Life-Debt to his mother that Potter insists on repaying, Draco puts himself into the hands of the reclusive Boy Who Lived. Will the bleak corner of Yorkshire where Potter makes his home be another dead end or an unexpected refuge?

REVOLVEVLOVER by firethesound, zeitgeistic (E, 46k)

The work Harry does is justifiable. It’s justice. He works for his country, and his country is a republic—the magical side, anyway. It’s not laudable work, it’s not work he’s proud of, but it’s necessary work. Harry has always taken the necessary jobs that no one else has the stomach for.

* The Darkness Before the Dawn by Ren (E, 55k)

A mysterious creature is loose in London, stalking and killing people. Auror Harry Potter requests the help of a liaison from the Beast Division and gets saddled with Draco Malfoy. Will they be able to stop the creature before it claims more lives?

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (2022, T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature…

A Room Up There (And You In It) by @the-starryknight (2020, T, 59k)

When Preservationist Draco Malfoy was assigned to work on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was excited to delve into the gorgeous Black family antiques. His excitement quickly ended when something in the House decided it did not like his presence one bit. Featuring a grumpy antiques lover who most certainly did not sign up for this, encounters with a vengeful apparition, and a healthy application of Christmas spirit.

Monster by @orange-peony (2022, E, 71k)

“Well, it’s still a music box that is not working properly,” Hermione points out with a very intent grin. “That will give you a chance to see him.” She wiggles her eyebrows, making him snort. As if Harry hadn’t thought about it straight away. As if Harry’s mind hadn’t immediately wandered to Draco Malfoy the moment Zabini mentioned a music box.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (E, 128k)

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #physical intimacy

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I'll find you at the end of the road - Chap 7/8

Chapter summary - First date?

Has the long-awaited moment arrived?

On Ao3

Rating G - 2627 words

Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3 - Chap 4 - Chap 5 - Chap 6 - Chap 7 - Last chapter

Crowley's apartment - 2024

I WANT TO MEET YOU!

FOR REAL THIS TIME!

Crowley turned the drawing over and saw that Aziraphale had added a few words.

Answer me after 6 pm, I'll be waiting by the mailbox.

Crowley looked at the clock, it was 4:10.

He grabbed his notepad and pencil and headed for the lake house.

Arriving a few minutes after 6 p.m., he went to the mailbox, scribbled quickly in his notebook, tore out the page, and after placing it in the box, raised the small flag.

The flag lowered almost immediately, telling him that Aziraphale was there and marking the beginning of another conversation punctuated by its movement.

Lake House - 2022 - 6:07pm

Aziraphale paced around the mailbox, avoiding looking at his watch every minute, wondering if he'd scared Crowley off with his request for a meeting.

What if Crowley didn't want to see him?

What if the correspondence was enough for him?

The flag suddenly rose, startling him.

With a shaking hand, he grabbed the small piece of paper from the box, read Crowley's reply, and then grabbed his pen.

C:How?

A:Pick a place. I'll be there. I promise. How about tomorrow?

C:That's not tomorrow for you. You'll have to wait two years.

A: I don't care. I'll wait. Meet me tomorrow at the restaurant of your choice and I'll be there. I'll be two years older, but I'll be there.

C:What will you do all the time?

A: Thinking about you. Restoring a lot of things, reading a lot of books, praying I don't lose my hair....

C:Are you sure?

A: I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I've lost so much time already. I don't want to waste any more with you.

Crowley suddenly felt almost dizzy.

He realized that Aziraphale had had two years to prepare for this date, while Crowley had less than twenty-four hours. He took a deep breath before closing the mailbox.

C: See you tomorrow night.

A: See you in two years. Where do you want to go?

The Ritz - 2022

Aziraphale entered the restaurant and was immediately greeted by a smiling hostess.

He smiled back and said softly, "Good Evening, I'd like to make a reservation for two."

She flipped through the reservation booklet before saying in an apologetic tone, "Well, I'm sorry, I'm afraid it's extremely difficult to get a reservation this time of year. I mean, it depends on when you want to dine here."

Aziraphale replied with an amused smile, "Two years from tomorrow. September 15, 2024."

The hostess blinked several times, then closed the book before replying with a broad smile, "We should be able to accommodate you, sir."

Crowley's apartment - September 15, 2024 - Morning

Crowley prepared to leave for work. He looked at the outfit he had prepared for this evening. He couldn't remember a time when he hadn't been this excited for a date.

In fact, he couldn't remember ever being this excited.

Rainbow Academie - September 15, 2024 - 5 p.m.

As he was packing up after his last class of the day and looking forward to the evening ahead, he was jolted from his reverie by Eric's arrival in the classroom.

His friend exclaimed, "Thank God you're still here."

"Of course."

Eric continued sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I know it's not your week, but could you take the detention I'm supposed to supervise? Muriel called me because they're not doing so well. You know, ever since they lost their friend, it's been a little difficult for them, and today is a bad day, and I'd like to be there for them..."

Crowley looked at his watch and sighed before replying, "Yes, I can, but one hour, no more. I've got a date."

Eric hugged him and replied, "Thank you, thank you! I promise, it's just an hour, no more. But I want to hear all about this date tomorrow, okay?"

Crowley shook his head and chuckled, "Okay, okay, go meet Muriel! It's important to be with your loved ones when they need you."

Before he left, Eric threw over his shoulder, "I don't know who that is, but I've never seen you smile like that, Crowley, and it suits you! Bye!"

He was gone before Crowley had time to answer.

A little over an hour later, he was walking briskly to his apartment. He entered hurriedly, ran into the room and undressed, throwing his clothes everywhere.

Harry followed, curious, while Crowley muttered, "He waited two years. What's a few more minutes? Isn't it?"

He continued his preparations, but at a slower pace. He put on a dark red V-neck sweater, a shade he knew would bring out his eyes, or so the saleswoman had told him, and black pants that flattered his figure. He looked at himself in the mirror two or three times, checked his hairstyle, then shrugged and left the apartment.

A few minutes later he left the building and drove his Bentley to the restaurant.

The Ritz - 15 September 2024 - 7pm

Crowley paused before entering. He took several deep breaths to calm himself. He was ready, a little nervous but confident.

He opened the door with a firm hand.

He took off his coat and scanned the room with his eyes.

There weren't many tables, but before he could find Aziraphale, the hostess approached him.

"Good evening, sir, may I help you?"

Crowley cleared his throat, "Yes, I have a reservation. Anthony. Or Fell, I'm not sure which name it was made under."

The hostess checked her book and looked up with a big smile, "Oh yes! You're the..." she paused before pulling herself together, "Follow me, please."

Crowley was led to a table for two.

It was empty, which surprised him a bit.

The hostess turned to him and said, a little embarrassed, "I hope you'll forgive me, but I have to ask..."

"Yes?"

"This reservation is kind of... legendary. It's been here longer than some people of the staff. There's always been intense speculation about who made it and why, and whether you'd actually show up. Some team members even made bets..."

Crowley looked around and saw that waiters all over the room were giving him furtive glances. Chefs and kitchen helpers peered through the kitchen door. Crowley felt suddenly very embarrassed.

The hostess apologized immediately: "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... I'll have the waiter take your drink order right away."

A short time later, a waiter returned and poured Crowley a glass of champagne.

"Compliments of the chef."

Crowley nodded his thanks.

Just before leaving, the waiter gave him a small smile: "Good luck."

Crowley began to sip the champagne, hoping to calm his growing nervousness.

Some time later, his glass was empty and he was still waiting, alone at the table. The waiter approached to refill his glass, but Crowley stopped him.

He was aware that the restaurant staff was watching him, whispering among themselves. Two hours passed, other customers lingering over dessert, coffee, intimate conversation at candlelit tables.

Crowley was still alone.

After a long moment, he pushed back his chair and stood. Everyone looked at him sadly.

He walked forward, expressionless, and picked up his coat, saying nothing to anyone before leaving under the sad gaze of the hostess who watched him go.

Crowley returned home alone. Behind the closed door of his apartment, his stoic facade began to crumble, and he could barely hold back the tears that welled up in his eyes.

He picked up a piece of paper and started to write, but in the end, he didn't have the heart.

Not now.

Lake House - September 16, 2022

The weather was gray and windy this morning as Aziraphale stood outside his mailbox and unfolded Crowley's note.

"YOU WEREN'T THERE."

The antiquarian shook his head, confused, and let some time pass before answering.

A: I'm so sorry. I just don't understand.

Something must have happened.

Look, I've got two years ahead of me. I'll try to make things right.

C: No, Aziraphale... You don't understand. It's too late for that. It's already happened.

I'm not upset. I mean, I was at first.

But now I just feel stupid... for forgetting how much a person's life can change in two years.

And for expecting yours not to.

For expecting you to wait, to stand still, to put your life on hold for me.

A: But I can do it. I can wait for you. I know I can. I won't forget.

C: Maybe you have. Maybe, wherever you are, you're busy and happy and living so fully in the present that the dinner you planned two years ago just... slipped out of your mind. Just as you forget impossible fantasies when they're over, when you move on to real life.

A: You mean I should get on with my real life?

C: I mean... I think we both should.

After seeing his words, Aziraphale hurried to reply, his hand trembling with emotion.

Please write me, answer me.

Aziraphale placed his letter in the mailbox and raised the flag.

The little flag stayed up.

An hour later, with the flag still up, Aziraphale opened the mailbox to find the note he'd put there.

Hours, then days, then weeks, then months passed as Aziraphale wrote and mailed letter after letter. Eventually, there was a pile of his letters in the box. They kept piling up, unanswered. Until the box was so full that Aziraphale couldn't put any more letters in it.

The Dirty Donkey - February 2025

It was late winter and everything outside was covered in snow.

Crowley sat at a table with Eric, Anathema, and Newt.

They met here at least once a week after work.

As Newt and Anathema bickered as usual, Eric leaned over to Crowley and, placing a hand on his arm, asked gently, "Are you okay?"

Crowley mustered a half-smile and answered honestly, for Eric was one of the few people who could read him, "I'm better."

"Still writing your mysterious pen pal?"

Crowley, his throat tightening, couldn't answer and shook his head.

Eric just said, without insisting, "Sorry, Crowley, if you need to talk, you know my phone number."

Crowley didn't answer.

Later, when he got home, he found a message on his answering machine.

"Hello Crowley. This is Furfur. I'm in town. I had to come in for a meeting."

Crowley started to press the button to erase the message when Furfur's voice continued, "A real meeting this time. I swear to you. Call me. If you feel like it."

The next evening, Crowley and Furfur sat in the pizzeria where they'd met a few months ago. Neither of them really felt well.

Furfur said quietly, "I didn't think you'd come."

Crowley replied wryly, "Nothing personal, but..."

Furfur interrupted, "You couldn't say no to a free meal."

"Exactly."

They both laughed, lightening the mood a bit.

Then Crowley asked, "So how did your 'meeting' go?"

Furfur looked slightly offended by Crowley's emphasis on the word "meeting" and replied, "I told you I didn't make it up, it really happened. They offered me a job, with a bigger firm. I'm going to be a legal advisor on wealth matters," he smiled proudly before continuing, "Call them if you don't believe me."

A little later they arrived at Crowley's residence, which was on the way to Furfur's hotel. They stopped at the door.

Furfur said softly, "I took this job because I wanted to. This has nothing to do with you. With us. This is not an ambush, Crowley."

Crowley nodded and replied quietly, "Well, that's great news. Congratulations, Furfur. I'm really happy for you."

Furfur smiled, "Thank you, and thank you for agreeing to meet me."

Crowley leaned over and gave him a quick good night kiss. Furfur looked surprised and pleased.

Crowley looked at him, it was comforting and familiar, almost tempting when he felt so lonely, but then his eyes slipped to the tree behind Furfur. Its leaves swayed in the night air. It was the tree that Aziraphale had planted.

Crowley looked at it for a few seconds, remembering the day it had appeared, the joy he had felt then, and in that moment he knew.

He closed his eyes and shook his head before saying sheepishly, "No, I'm sorry, Furfur, but I can't. I thought for a moment I could... but I can't."

Furfur nodded and said, "I know. Don't be sorry. I didn't expect anything. I didn't lie to you."

A little ashamed, Crowley apologized again, and after a tearful goodbye, he watched Furfur leave.

As he made his way back to his apartment, he muttered to himself, "I may not be able to meet Aziraphale, but I can't lie to myself either."

Lake house - 2023

It was so cold that the surface of the lake was frozen.

The mailbox was covered with snow. Aziraphale, who had been walking outside, reflexively looked into the it. Even after all this time.

It was empty, of course.

He closed it slowly, feeling sad as always, so sad.

Distracted, he first didn't notice Harry moving quickly away, towards the forest until he finally looked back and saw it.

"Harry! Come back!"

Harry took off running.

Aziraphale ran after him, but soon, in the density of the forest, he no longer saw the rabbit. Aziraphale ran straight ahead, still calling. He tripped over a stump and fell into the snow, got up and called again, looking around distraught.

Harry was really gone.

Aziraphale was about to run again when he suddenly stopped.

He'd just realized something.

Harry was about to find his new owner.

Aziraphale knew what to do.

A few days later, he was talking to Muriel in the living room.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Aziraphale replied wistfully, "Yes, I have to move on, I can't stay here. I... I can only think of him."

Muriel nodded, understanding, and added simply, "If you need help, you can count on me."

A few weeks later, Aziraphale tidied up the house with method and determination. He taped boxes together and tossed his belongings into them. He bagged the trash, swept and mopped.

As he tidied up, he found the pile of Crowley's letters. He looked at them for a moment, then wrapped them up and shoved them in the bottom of a cardboard box before carrying the box up to the attic and sealing it.

Real Estate Agency X - London - 2023

Aziraphale checked the address on the business card in his hand before entering and heading for the reception desk.

"Hello, I'd like to speak to Furfur, sorry, Ferdinand Stamper. I don't have an appointment, but tell him it's Aziraphale and it's urgent."

A few minutes later he saw Furfur arrive in the entrance hall and he beckoned him to follow him into an adjoining meeting room. He barely greeted him and didn't seem very happy to see him.

Aziraphale didn't wait and asked him directly, "Are you still interested in renting a house on the lake?"

He didn't wait for an answer and threw him a bunch of keys.

Furfur looked confused as Aziraphale continued, "This is what Crowley wants."

Furfur asked in an irritated tone, "How can you know that? How do you know what he wants? Besides, we're not even..."

Aziraphale shook his head, "I don't want to know, but believe me, this is what he wants."

He waited no longer and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Later, when Furfur opened his car, something in the distance caught his eye. A rabbit was walking slowly down the road, looking a little lost until it came right up to him.

Furfur recognized it.

It was Harry

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You want to curse me? But what if I told you that in five minutes... you'll have the rest of the story?

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #human au #alternate universe

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Update - 2nd year anniversary! (plus a reflection, and future plans).

Hi everyone! π here.

Today, May 13th, is the day I officially opened up this blog and began writing degenerate and immoral stories! 2 fucking years have passed, how time flies. So much can change in a year, and so do some of the stats!

First work: Sandwich - Red Velvet Wendy (published 05/13/21, 4:03 a.m.)

Highest note count: Awards after-party affair - Itzy Yuna (published 10/23/22, 1167 notes)

Number of works published: 80 fics (1 fic every 9.1 days)

500 followers: June 18, 2021 (36 days or 1 month, 5 days)

1,000 followers: October 12, 2021 (152 days or 4 months, 30 days)

2,000 followers: June 18, 2022 (401 days or 1 year, 1 month, and 5 days)

3,000 followers: November 12, 2022 (548 days or 1 year, 5 months, and 30 days)

Follower count: 3,953 followers (5.4 followers a day)

I wish I had something awesome lined up to celebrate this milestone, but I don't have anything prepared XD I've been busy and lazy at the same time. (Is that even possible?)

Actually, yeah, I do have a whole week's worth of cool things lined up this week! If I can even follow through with this one...

Monday: AMA

Tuesday: Reader Poll

Wednesday: ???

Thursday: ???

Friday: ???

I don't want to make the fun section of the update elaborately long, so I just want to say thank you so much to everyone for the support! Even though I'm not as active or as productive as I used to be, your eagerness never wavered, and you guys enjoy me talking about random shit on the side, whether it be song lyrics, Pokémon, or literally posts without any context to them. I love you guys. Here's to another year 🧡

Everything else from this point is a brief reflection and introspection of what I've been feeling since then. You can ignore this if you wish to do so.

So today marks the second anniversary since I opened up this Tumblr and became a degenerate writer. The work I've been putting up is getting worse—in a sexual and filthy way, not objectively—and my mental health has been getter much, much better! When I made the same anniversary post around this time a year ago, I was at an all-time low, mentally speaking. I really felt like I had not much left to give at that point, my skill has stagnated, and I thought there wasn't much for me to improve on. If you asked me if I had any future plans for this blog, I'd say I'd be done by the end of 2022, if not sooner.

It's now 2023, and I believe I'm as good as I can be right now. Slumps happen for a reason, and you can't always win, but it's how you bounce back from the lowest of lows that you reach highest of highs. And I believe I can still get better.

Genuinely, not to sound arrogant, because Lord knows I'm not the best fanfic writer—fuck no—I'm not anywhere close, even in a theoretical top 1000 list, but I do think some of my finest work have come up in my most recent fics. I don't know, it feels more polished and there was more effort and deliberation put into it. The numbers don't lie, either; every single work I published since May 2022 has over 400+ notes, and I've even passed the 1000+ note barrier twice! It goes to show that you guys are enjoying what I'm putting out as much as I love making them, slow and difficult it may be. I can fondly smile at last year's additions to my masterlist and say, "I can't believe I did that."

I do want to apologize if my output rate has drastically slowed down, and if I'm not as active as I was before. It's unfortunately part of the sacrifice needed for better quality control, and also because I have more personal commitments to attend to. 2023 has been fantastic for me so far in almost every department, except maybe physically—I could use more exercise—but that can be worked upon.

I do believe I'm on borrowed time. Again, look at the gap between fics over the past six months ago, and it's only going to widen once I enter my third year of college. I also have to begin considering what hobbies and other things I should do to occupy my free time, so I can be more productive as a person. This isn't to say I'm definitely quitting, but I expect more responsibilities to be shouldered onto me in the future, and having time for myself is going to be pretty much a birthday gift with how rare it might be given, and I'd prefer spending my time off recharging and relaxing instead of stressing over inconsequential or 'fun' things.

There's a lot of people I want to thank specifically, because while I was struggling with my own personal battles, they've been encouraging me to continue fighting and have been absolute lads—and lasses—throughout the past year. When I needed someone to talk to that wasn't my therapist, they were there, and I took solace in their comfort and companionship. I can't tag you guys, but if you're reading this—Chunk, Raf, Peach, Aaron, Sol, V1n, Iz, Ddeun, C.o, Kaede, Frisky, Smite, Shaun, Sins, Jett, Eros, Prael, Ken, Cray, CJ, Sooya, Gray, Svn—I sincerely thank you. God bless each and every single one of you. And to Tim, I really hope you can see this, but I'm truly, truly sorry. I hope we can find a way to bury that fracture in our relationship in the past, and we can reconcile. If not, then I just want closure and peace for the both of us.

So in closing, I want to thank you so much for sticking with me through the bad times and prospering with me through the good, and I'm always humbled that you've taken a chance on me when I started, when I was a hopeful newbie, two years ago. Now here we are. I appreciate every single one of you, be it a fellow writer, a reader, or a lurker.

With grace,

Peter / π

#update #anniversary

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 25: The Most Seductive Game (Primal)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Sniper x Fem!Reader

Summary: In 2022 someone commented that the primal prompt should have been for Sniper, and I decided to take that personally.

Tags: Primal play, predator/prey, fear play, scratching, teasing, outdoors, degradation, biting, marking, clothing ripping, praise, aftercare

Word Count: 2k

The Masterlist

As you ran through the woods you were painfully aware of how loud your steps sounded, the crunching of leaves seeming cacophonous beneath your feet. Your movements felt clumsy as your clothing- little more than a thin dress- caught on stray twigs and bushes, puncturing the fine material. You couldn’t run forever, but every time you stopped to catch your breath the feeling of being watched intensified, forcing you to flee again. Your stamina was draining, and you were being hunted by a notoriously patient opponent. He knew just how to wait you out and wear you down.

When your muscles threatened to give out you had no choice but to stop. Your lungs burned as you sucked in the cool night air. You shuddered and leaned back against a large tree, praying that it would offer you some cover. Instead, it just served as a convenient surface for your pursuer to pin you against. He seemed to come out of nowhere, appearing from the shadows and giving you no time to react.

Your wrists were snatched and pressed against the tree bark at your sides. A low growl sent a shiver down your spine and you looked into his eyes in mock fear. Sniper leaned in, his lanky frame looming over you menacingly before he buried his face against your neck. You felt his breath warm your skin and the fear in your expression was replaced with longing, unable to hide how truly eager you were to be his prey.

“What a pretty little prize you are,” Sniper growled. He didn’t hesitate to deliver a sharp bite that made you shriek in a mix of pain and delight. A smirk spread across his face as he moved away from your neck to admire the mark left behind. His sharp canines had come dangerously close to drawing blood.

You stared up at him with a kind of conviction, your gaze intense despite the rosy flush adorning your cheeks. Sniper pulled your wrists above your head, pinning them there with one hand while the other began to travel down your body, pulling at the sheer fabric before finally reaching your briar-scratched thighs. You let out a hiss when he touched the reddening marks on your skin before he once again reached upward, beneath your skirt, and against your bare cunt, sporting an even wider grin at the wetness he found there.

“Bloody hell, you’re soaked. Did that little chase get you all hot and bothered, pet? Maybe you wanted to get caught,” Sniper said, feigning surprise at the discovery. You made a sound akin to a whimper, shrinking back as if you were ashamed, but his iron grip on your wrists didn’t let you get very far. You resisted the urge to squeeze your thighs together, to hide the evidence of your arousal. “Darling, you know how to use your words. Answer me.”

There was a threatening growl in his tone that made you tremble, barely able to stammer out a response. “Yes, I wanted you to catch me,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted you-”

Your words were cut off by a gasp when Sniper began to caress you beneath your skirt. You squirmed in his grip, desperately bucking your hips as his fingers slipped into you suddenly. He chuckled as he watched you begin to writhe. “Looks like I’ve caught myself a bitch in heat.”

A harsh shudder overtook you at the sound of such vulgarity. It felt delightful to be referred to in such a degrading way. Your heart seemed to beat faster as you replayed the words in your head over and over again, a giddy smile creeping its way onto your face. You knew Sniper was drinking in your every reaction, and he knew just what kind of effect he was having on you.

“You’re desperate for someone to fuck you like this, isn’t that right?” He asked, curling his fingers until you let out a sharp moan. His countenance shifted at the sound of that. It was an expression you could only describe as ravenous. Sniper looked like he could have eaten you alive.

You could have struggled against his grip, played out a crude attempt to ‘escape’ or perhaps even beg for mercy. You were quite adept at playing the helpless prey, caught in the jaws of a beast that could do whatever he pleased with you. Said beast would tease you, edge you, and make you plead for permission to come as he growled obscenities in your ear. However, as fun as that all was, it could grow monotonous, and as you looked into Sniper’s eyes, so full of primal, raw hunger, there was a part of you that longed to feel just as ruthless, just as unapologetically feral.

So, you did not try to flee. Instead, you dared to hook a leg around Sniper’s waist, yanking him forward. He stumbled, releasing your wrists to quickly brace himself against the tree behind you with both hands. You knew your advantage would be brief, and you weren’t about to let it pass you by. You captured his lips in what was meant to be a kiss, but your eagerness made it come off as more of a bite, pulling at his bottom lip with your teeth until you could slip your tongue into his mouth.

His hips were flush with yours now and you could feel that you certainly weren’t the only one enjoying this little game. You groaned into his mouth and bucked against him, feeling just how hard he was. Sniper pulled away with a snarl only to be met with your smug face. You weren’t going to be intimidated today. Instead you bared your teeth in a wide grin, daring him to do his worst.

“Well, I didn’t see this coming, doll. You’re feeling bold today?” Sniper reached forward, and before you could say a word, your dress was quite literally ripped off of you. The sound of tearing fabric and the feeling of the cool night air on your newly exposed skin made you shiver, but you held your ground, not even breaking eye contact with him.

In fact, before he could move to restrain you again, you reached forward, and with a strength you didn’t know you had, returned the favor. It probably helped that Sniper happened to be wearing a button down. Still, ripping open that shirt and sending the scattering buttons across the forest floor made you feel immensely powerful. His chest was now exposed for you to shamelessly run your hands over, admiring the scarred flesh. He really was a gorgeous man. As for Sniper, he seemed at a loss for words, stunned for a moment before quickly regaining his composure.

Well, maybe composure wasn’t exactly the right word for it.

“You little brat!” He pushed you up against the tree, gripping your shoulders tightly. Your only response was a soft whine of disappointment. You were hoping to get the chance to mark up his chest a little, whether that be with your teeth or nails. However you simply couldn’t resist provoking the beast further.

“Want me to behave?” You pressed your thigh against his crotch, making his breath hitch. “Then make me . Show me that I’m nothing but prey to you. Devour me.”

Something indescribable flashed in Sniper’s eyes. You couldn’t get a good look at what it was before he began frantically unfastening his belt, freeing his cock. Before you knew it he was lifting you, and you let out a sharp gasp when he quickly thrusted into you, holding you aloft against the tree. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist as he immediately set a pace that was merciless and unforgiving.

“Beautiful, you’re so bloody gorgeous.” Sniper’s compliments were quiet, spoken in low growls that made such sweet words sound deliciously savage. Indeed, savage was the most perfect description for this entire engagement.

You moaned loud, nearly howling. No one would hear you this far out in the middle of nowhere, and even if someone did, then so be it. Shame had left you the moment you had been caught, and you weren’t about to let anyone or anything interrupt this. Sniper snarled against your neck, baring his teeth against your flesh. When he bit you, you eagerly bit back, leaving teeth marks wherever your mouth could reach. He scratched your thighs in his frenzy, and you clawed at his chest in return, cackling at the sight of the raw red lines you left in your wake. It was vicious and wild, the two of you driven by pure instinct, pleasure and need, and it was rapidly building to a peak.

With a kind of desperate fervor, you tried to buck forward to meet his thrusts. You knew your hips would be aching afterwards, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to come. You needed to come, and when Sniper hit an especially good spot, you nearly shrieked. “Harder!” You dug your nails into his shoulders. “Right there, I’m so fucking close!”

Sniper’s only response was a low exhale, reminding you of an angry bull. He began slamming into you with renewed intensity, hitting just the right spots. It felt like all your senses were heightened. The scent of fresh, untainted air was intoxicating. You could see the contours of Sniper’s muscles flexing in the moonlight that dappled through the leaves. A vicious sound ripped from your throat as you continued to buck your hips, demanding more from him until the tension built to a breaking point. You came hard, arching against the tree with a delightful shriek. Sniper joined you within moments. He couldn’t stop himself once he felt you tightening around him. With a final thrust his sounds joined yours, pleasure washing over the both of you as you screamed into the night.

It was only when the aftershocks subsided that you realized you were weeping, tears spilling down your cheeks as you were overwhelmed by sensation. Your legs were no longer tangled around Sniper’s waist, but you still leaned heavily on him. You felt some humanity return to you, and along with it came the sensation that you were about to collapse. Your body shook, suddenly feeling dreadfully cold as the adrenaline started to fade. You began to glance around frantically, suddenly feeling very exposed despite being miles away from any civilization. If a passerby saw the two of you like this, it would certainly be difficult to explain yourselves, for a number of reasons.

“It’s alright, darling.” Sniper’s voice was soft and gentle as he saw you begining to show signs of distress. “You’re safe, you’re with me and you’re safe.”

The flow of tears slowed as he brushed his fingers through your hair, holding you tight against him. The pressure of his arms around you always helped ground you after such rough play. He made you feel secure as you came back to reality. Your breathing slowed, your fear subsided, and you felt your pulse begin to even out.

“Calmed down a bit?” Sniper asked.

“Yeah, a little.” Your voice broke even though you weren’t crying anymore. It was most likely from the strain you had just put on your vocal cords. The tension seemed to have completely melted away, leaving you feeling exhausted, but not distressed.

“You did so well, love. Ready to head back to the van? We can relax more comfortably there and get some well deserved rest,” Sniper said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Would you like that?”

“I would,” you said, pulling away from his embrace and trying to take a few steps in the direction you thought the camper was, only to realize how woefully unprepared you were to walk. Sniper caught you just before you collapsed, scooping you up bridal style.

“Here, let me carry you back.” You had no idea how he managed to retain enough strength to carry you all the way back to the camper, but you certainly weren’t complaining. You leaned your head on his chest, resting your eyes and listening to the crisp sounds of twigs and leaves crunching beneath Sniper’s footsteps. By the time he had returned to the van, parked just outside the tree line, you had already fallen asleep in his arms.

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 #cross posted on ao3 #tf2 #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 sniper #sniper tf2 #sniper team fortress 2 #sniper #mick mundy #tf2 mundy #sniper x reader #kinktober

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I read that in 2022 - GO Edition

hi friends, i come with a list of fic recommendations on this first day of 2023! for me, 2022 brought new friends and new fandom and im eager to share what i’ve read and loved with you all

not all of these were written in 2022, but that’s when i read them

Accept a Little Spin by nieded @nieded

rated E | 100k+ words (ongoing)

It's the 2023 season, and sophomore driver, Ezira Phale, is out to prove he's worthy of his seat at McLaren F1 as the world tests the boundaries of his confidence and his relationship with IndyCar driver, AJ Crowley.

Part 2 of Rainbow Road 🏁🌈

Waking Up Slow by the_moonmoth @themoonmothwrites

rate E | 88k words

After both being exposed to coronavirus, total strangers Crowley and Aziraphale are forced to wait out their isolation together. A tale of soft winter romance by the sea.

close quarters pining, slow and hot and full of feelings

stalwart sun, wily moon by dustnhalos @dustandhalos

rated M | 370k words

Anthony J. Crowley is a world-class art thief with a complicated past who, until now, had been pretty content with going through life as part of a prolific black market art trafficking ring.

That is, until a simple logistical hiccup leads him straight into the path of one Aziraphale Fell, former Head Conservator of the British Museum turned antique repair shop owner.

Little do they both know, the strands of friendship, morality, and deception in their shared circles of the London art world are interwoven in even more complex ways than either of them could have expected...

such rebel blood by curtaincall @fremulon

rated T | 60k words

Anthony Crowley needs a break. Six months after being tried for murder, he’s struggling to find a new publisher for his mystery novels—and to conquer his (apparently unrequited) feelings for Lord Aziraphale Eastgate, the man who saved his life.

Spending a few weeks out in the country working on a murder-mystery game for a rich young American’s twenty-first birthday party seems like an easy choice. But when the simulated death becomes all too real, Crowley finds himself caught up in the investigation—and crossing paths once more with someone he feared he’d never see again...

Part 2 of A Love Story with Detective Interruptions

No Room at the Inn by summerofspock @summerofspock

rated T | 735 words

A tipsy makeout scene for the prompt Bed Sharing.

tender and mild on main

Anatomy 101 by Fyre @amuseoffyre

rated E | 102k words

Two humans are enjoying some alone time. A demon has questions. An angel has answers.

an owners manual of sorts that developed feelings along the way

Mark of the Serpent by NaroMoreau, summerofspock @naromoreau @summerofspock

rated E | 150k words

Prince Aziraphale is about to be crowned King of Angelhaven when he's taken captive by pirates. When he's sold as a pleasure slave to King Crowley, ruler of the nation readying for war with his, he is forced to keep his identity a secret as he tries to find a way home and keep peace. But not everything at King Crowley's court is as it seems and Aziraphale will have to face machinations of a Royal Court that are far more complex than he had thought.

A Captive Prince AU with an omegaverse twist.

Unusual Occurrences at A.Z. Fell and Co.'s by WritesEveryBlueMoon @gwenstacyismyicon

rated T | 1500 words

When the bizzare and amusing habits of Mr A.Z. Fell, bookseller, begin to trend on the internet, those who dwell on various social media sites share their frustrations, confusion, and extraordinarily unusual stories.

An Oddly Mesmerizing Display by ZehWulf @zehwulf

rated E | 29k words

Crowley's a sex-indifferent/favorable asexual omega fresh off suppressants and in the market for someone to help him through what promises to be a trial of a heat. His friend gets him tickets to the Spring Fling Heat Date Auction, where he can win a date with an eligible alpha (or omega). Naturally, a certain alpha with a regrettably memorable stage magic show and intriguing scent catches his eye...

On The Habits Of Vampires And Retired Goths by munchmulch @munchmulch

rated T | 21k words

The thing is about Crowley's new neighbor, the thing is that Crowley is very, very gay.

the best kind of miscommunication. crowley has vampire traits and aziraphale makes some connections. aziraphale has wolfish traits but crowley is blinded by love and willfully ignores them

A Guide to Fame for the Enterprising Demon by asideofourown @asideofourown

rated T | 8k words

[Crowley accidentally gets a bit famous, and the internet figures out he may be a bit immortal]

All The Dreams We Had by ImpishTubist @impishtubist

rated T | 6.5k words

This time will be different, Aziraphale thinks. This time, Crowley will remember.

crowley cant remember falliing in love, no matter how many times he does it

do you know what eternity is? by gazing @choreomanic

rated T | 16k words

I'll pretend to propose, Crowley said.

It'll be fine, Crowley said.

It was, Aziraphale decided, not fine.

tender and mild on main. incredibly soft and silly and cute. so many proposals

Till death do us part (or not) by fractalgeometry @geometricfractal

rated G | 2.5k words

Awkward Tesco reunions: the real curse of immortality

exactly as it says on the tin. hits all the best feels

All That’s Best of Dark and Bright by hope_in_the_dark @hope-inthedark

rated T | 5.5k words

When Crowley drops a bomb on a church, Aziraphale falls in love with him. This should be a secret, but unfortunately, Aziraphale's never been much good at keeping them.

a heartwrencher to be sure, but so sweet and gentle at the same time

Hanging By a Moment by NaroMoreau @naromoreau

rated E | 5.5k words

Sometimes the best thing is to leave. Fresh slate and all that. For Crowley, it seems like the only option, having fallen hopelessly in love with his best friend.

crowley convinces himself that this moment with aziraphale that he's always wanted doesnt mean the same thing to both of them. but he's leaving next week so he's going to make sure this experience will be one to remember

Echo by snae_b

rated E | 52k words

This isn’t your average coffee shop AU.

kinda sorta amnesia/time loop but so much deeper! bamf protective devoted crowley

Amazing by nightbloomingcereus @moondawntreader

rated E | 9k words

Aziraphale thinks he's been hired to perform his magic act at a party. It turns out that there's been a slight misunderstanding and everyone thinks he's there for an entirely different sort of show. Good thing the caterer is there to save the day.

Green Groves by NaroMoreau @naromoreau

rated E | 16.5k words

Aziraphale Fell isn't entirely happy living in his father's house. But when a new friend enters into his life, his whole world will change in an unexpected way.

Paper Thin Walls by angelsnuffbox @angelsnuffbox

rated E | 16.5k

Sure being in love with your best friend when he also happens to live in the flat next door, where you can hear every single one of his conquests through that shared wall, sounds challenging. But being in love with your best friend when he lives next door and you two used to shag? Might just be a tad more difficult, but Aziraphale muddles through somehow.

Be Ye Therefore Merciful by AmberDiceless

rated T | 9.5k words

Crowley does something utterly unexpected, and Aziraphale must face an opponent who cannot be thwarted. Hints of pre-A/C.

bookverse - crowley is injured by a blessed bullet in a warzone and aziraphale uses his full will (and rules lawyering) to keep him safe.

Any Way You Want It by Justkeeptrekkin @justkeeptrekkin

Saving the world is exhausting work. With Heaven and Hell off their backs, it seems as good a time as any for Crowley and Aziraphale to take a proper break. Neither one of them predicts the direction their holiday takes.

a scotland vacation, some realizations, and confessions to match. tender and mild on main.

Small Cock Appreciation Society by cheerios_and_wine @cheeriosandwine

rated E | 6.5k words

Crowley is the founding member. Aziraphale's is the member.

incredibly sweet and hot. crowley and aziraphale fit so well together

Lift Me Up, O Lord by CopperBeech @copperplatebeech

rated E | 37k words

Aziraphale Fell’s maintained a string of weightlifting victories, a strained relationship with his family, and his grandfather’s waistcoat right into his fifties.

Distance runner Anthony Crowley’s spent the last decade watching his racing career recede in the rearview, but it doesn’t stop him running, literally, away from his feelings.

lifter aziraphale, runner crowley, and a bicycle race

Boyfriend Debut by snae_b

rated E | 20k words

It’s fucking on camera. It’s not that complicated.

sex with feelings between porn stars who really hit it off

Pop the Question by tweedfeather @tweedfeather

rated T

Crowley plans to pop the question to Aziraphale at their favourite restaurant. Things don't go as planned.

A short, sweet, and silly fan-comic.

Where We Will Love by TawnyOwl95 @tawnyontumblr

rated E | 17.5k words

Crowley busks in Piccadilly Circus.

Just down the road in Haymarket, Azra Eastgate performs at Her Majesty’s Theatre.

One duet is going to change both their lives.

Trust Me, I'm A Professional by Lurlur @lurlur

rated E | 12k words

After a mishap with a client, Crowley finds himself booking in at his local emergency department. His bitchy angel of a nurse takes good care of him, making Crowley regret that he can't really just leave his number.

Perhaps the universe has other plans for his love life?

Many Ways To Say It by Fledglinger @fledglingdoodles

rated G

"Listen well, dear ones, for there are many ways to tell him 'I Love You'..."

an incredibly sweet comic

Steamed by summerofspock @summerofspock

When Aziraphale's favorite porn star walks into the coffee shop where he works, it completely derails Aziraphale's day.

What happens when the sexy guy you're used to watching fuck people on your computer screen is actually the most awkward man you've ever met?

Heavenly Hands by ZehWulf @zehwulf

rated E | 7.5k words

Even girlbosses need a bit of stress relief between gaslighting and gatekeeping, and Crowley is no exception. Good thing she has a standing appointment with an angel from Higher Calling Relaxation. (A porn trope parody fic.)

A Sharper Sweet by musegnome @musegnome

rated E | 5k words

Nothing smells quite the same any more. He bends over the plates anyway, and breathes in deep. Cinnamon and chocolate, fruit and sugar and butter. The scents would have set his mouth watering, before. He reaches out to touch the raspberry sauce drizzled over the cake, and stares at the drop of deep pink puree mounded on his fingertip.

crowley enjoys some sweets for his vampire partner and they both have a rather enjoyable time. a little angst at the start

Pavlov's Backroom by justheidi @scienceismygirlfriend

rated M | 444 words

"A word with you, angel. In private."

A conversation in the backroom of the bookshop.

Trying it On by snae_b

rated E | 6k words

Anthony Crowley. Stylist to an elite tier of the UK’s hottest stars. And now, apparently, to one dowdy, soft around the middle, recently divorced publishing heir.

Intermezzo by FeralTuxedo @feraltuxedo

rated E | 47k words

Music critic Aziraphale Fell is trying to break into the world of television, when he is signed to make a documentary about former-rockstar-turned-composer Anthony Crowley. It’s been eleven years since Aziraphale’s disastrous review of Crowley’s debut opera nipped his classical music career in the bud. He can only hope that Crowley will get over his admittedly justified grudge to make the TV show a success.

A classical music sex comedy. Yes, really.

Coq au Vin by Ginger_Cat @gingiekittycat

rated E | 13k words

Tonight’s the night. He can feel it in his bones, in his wings, in his demonic soul. It’s going to happen—months of showering the angel with flowers and chocolates and perfect picnic lunches and walks thorough the farmers’ market, romantic row-boat rides on the lake and concerts in the park and dinner at the Ritz and everything in-bloody-between, are all culminating in this one night.

Because Crowley is making Aziraphale dinner, and Crowley is going to kiss him.

When the Sun Goes Down by TawnyOwl95 @tawnyontumblr

rated E | 16k words

Mr Anthony J. Crawleigh, disgraced heir to the Helton Abbey Estate, has been summoned home to attend his sister's engagement party.

It's only four days of shooting, dancing and making nice with nobs. He's survived much, much worse.

If only Mama hadn't arranged for such a handsome young man to undress him every night. Practically asking for trouble, that is.

Everything I've Had by AppleSeeds

rated M | 13k words

After developing a chronic illness that leaves him unable to live alone, Crowley moves back home to London where he reunites with his childhood best friend Aziraphale. Aziraphale helps to take care of Crowley and keeps him company while he's in bed, bringing them closer together and reigniting old feelings.

for the first time by summerofspock @summerofspock

rated E | 3k words

It’s been six months since they’ve seen each other any way besides over FaceTime and Aziraphale is desperate for the sound of Crowley’s voice without the filter of the tinny speakers of his iPhone, for the smell of the crook of his neck, for the way his body fills the space beside him. He knows Crowley will be here soon and yet his heart hardly believes it is real.

Rivers Of Gold by entanglednow @entanglednow

rated E | 7k words

Crowley is commissioned to sculpt an angel for a family chapel, but the more he uncovers from the marble the less willing he is to give it up.

amaretto by goosewriting @goosetooths

rated E | 69k words

Aziraphale, a human, has grown used to being alone.

Everything changes for him when a unique occult relic falls into his hands and loops him into a contract with a mild-mannered (if a bit snarky) demon named Crowley.

#good omens #fic rec #give these authors some love #thanks for helping me through another year #looking forward to the madness that will be season 2 #happy new year

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