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Chapter 12 of Bring Your Seed to Blossom has been posted! ✨

I know it’s diabolical of me to leave last chapter’s cliffhanger dangling, but these flashbacks are so vital!

CWs: parallel split POV flashbacks of first kisses, previous relationships, Aziraphale/Seb, Lucius/Crowley, kissing, neck kissing, dirty talk, dry humping, coming in pants, praise/degradation, D/s vibes, inappropriate start to a sexual and romantic relationship between therapist and (slightly former) client

Excerpts:

He brushed his thumb over the plush lower lip of which he’d memorized the color and shape and slope, and it was so silky, so velvety to the touch. The moan that spilled from Seb as Aziraphale delicately slipped his thumb into his mouth, thready and strangled, was unbearably erotic. He could hardly control himself as lips squeezed around him and sucked, he could scarcely stop himself from adding two or three fingers to fill the mouth he pictured fucking when he touched himself, but he somehow resisted; all in good time, Aziraphale knew.

He then whispered at the corner of Seb’s mouth as he slowly withdrew his thumb from its slick heat, forcing his lips to hover right there, so close but also lightyears away at the same time, “do you want me to kiss you, Seb?”

“I’m going to kiss you now,” the ember of that darkly simmering, serene yet steely murmur traveled over Crowley’s bare neck and down his spine to settle between his trembling thighs, leaving a crackling, itching burn in its wake. That hand, which was nearly twice the size of Crowley’s own (he’d hypothesized this when Lucius had given him his hair tie during that first meeting when he’d snapped his own, how his hand had seemed comically huge compared to Crowley’s own), then slid over his naked collarbone and dipped beneath the wide, draping neckline of his shirt, melding with the exposed skin just above his haphazardly racing heart.

Continue on ao3!

[depraveddame]

Chapter 12 of Bring Your Seed to Blossom has been posted! ✨

I know it’s diabolical of me to leave last chapter’s cliffhanger dangling, but these flashbacks are so vital!

CWs: parallel split POV flashbacks of first kisses, previous relationships, Aziraphale/Seb, Lucius/Crowley, kissing, neck kissing, dirty talk, dry humping, coming in pants, praise/degradation, D/s vibes, inappropriate start to a sexual and romantic relationship between therapist and (slightly former) client

Excerpts:

He brushed his thumb over the plush lower lip of which he’d memorized the color and shape and slope, and it was so silky, so velvety to the touch. The moan that spilled from Seb as Aziraphale delicately slipped his thumb into his mouth, thready and strangled, was unbearably erotic. He could hardly control himself as lips squeezed around him and sucked, he could scarcely stop himself from adding two or three fingers to fill the mouth he pictured fucking when he touched himself, but he somehow resisted; all in good time, Aziraphale knew.

He then whispered at the corner of Seb’s mouth as he slowly withdrew his thumb from its slick heat, forcing his lips to hover right there, so close but also lightyears away at the same time, “do you want me to kiss you, Seb?”

“I’m going to kiss you now,” the ember of that darkly simmering, serene yet steely murmur traveled over Crowley’s bare neck and down his spine to settle between his trembling thighs, leaving a crackling, itching burn in its wake. That hand, which was nearly twice the size of Crowley’s own (he’d hypothesized this when Lucius had given him his hair tie during that first meeting when he’d snapped his own, how his hand had seemed comically huge compared to Crowley’s own), then slid over his naked collarbone and dipped beneath the wide, draping neckline of his shirt, melding with the exposed skin just above his haphazardly racing heart.

Continue on ao3!

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The last chapter of Planetesimals, part three of my professor AU Come Slowly, Eden, has been posted, and for now that marks this series as complete ✨

I’m deeply emotional about this. I wrote the majority of A Great Conjunction in two days last April and this AU immediately came to mean so much to me on so many levels. The response to this series has been so remarkable and generous and loving, and I can’t ever thank everyone enough for welcoming Professor Fell and his bratty darling student Anthony so warmly, and with such enthusiasm.

This last chapter of Planetesimals, like the other chapters, was originally a thread on Twitter I wrote last June, and I’m so happy I finally got around to editing and extending it a bit.

CWs: D/s, Dom Aziraphale, sub Crowley, brat Crowley, brat tamer Aziraphale, slight predator/prey, knife play (with a full edged letter opener), rough sex, chasing, ripped clothing, dirty talk, praise/degradation, manhandling, Daddy kink, sex against a wall and bent over stairs

Excerpt:

He smirks as Fell keeps walking, “you may be faster than me, yes, that’s true— but you know that once I find you, my bratty little demon, you’ll be reminded of how much stronger I am, and perhaps you’ll think twice about shoving me like a petulant—”

SLAM.

As Fell descends from the last step, Crowley lunges and slams him into the wall with whatever strength he has, he digs the heels of his hands into his professor’s bare shoulders and pins him there as best he can, their noses touching as their hips forcefully collide.

“Am I living up to your brat tamer expectations, Daddy?” Crowley tries to drawl, even aiming for a bit of sneer, but he kicks himself as his tone falters into something breathy by the end of that question when the glint of steel he can make out in the dim light flicks down to his mouth.

Fell says nothing at first, and he’s not touching Crowley at all, who is sure he’s merely being allowed to hold him against the wall like this, but then there’s a nearly inaudible, crackling purr against Crowley’s mouth that’s deliciously menacing:

“Exceeding them.”

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The last chapter of Planetesimals, part three of my professor AU Come Slowly, Eden, has been posted, and for now that marks this series as complete ✨

I’m deeply emotional about this. I wrote the majority of A Great Conjunction in two days last April and this AU immediately came to mean so much to me on so many levels. The response to this series has been so remarkable and generous and loving, and I can’t ever thank everyone enough for welcoming Professor Fell and his bratty darling student Anthony so warmly, and with such enthusiasm.

This last chapter of Planetesimals, like the other chapters, was originally a thread on Twitter I wrote last June, and I’m so happy I finally got around to editing and extending it a bit.

CWs: D/s, Dom Aziraphale, sub Crowley, brat Crowley, brat tamer Aziraphale, slight predator/prey, knife play (with a full edged letter opener), rough sex, chasing, ripped clothing, dirty talk, praise/degradation, manhandling, Daddy kink, sex against a wall and bent over stairs

Excerpt:

He smirks as Fell keeps walking, “you may be faster than me, yes, that’s true— but you know that once I find you, my bratty little demon, you’ll be reminded of how much stronger I am, and perhaps you’ll think twice about shoving me like a petulant—”

SLAM.

As Fell descends from the last step, Crowley lunges and slams him into the wall with whatever strength he has, he digs the heels of his hands into his professor’s bare shoulders and pins him there as best he can, their noses touching as their hips forcefully collide.

“Am I living up to your brat tamer expectations, Daddy?” Crowley tries to drawl, even aiming for a bit of sneer, but he kicks himself as his tone falters into something breathy by the end of that question when the glint of steel he can make out in the dim light flicks down to his mouth.

Fell says nothing at first, and he’s not touching Crowley at all, who is sure he’s merely being allowed to hold him against the wall like this, but then there’s a nearly inaudible, crackling purr against Crowley’s mouth that’s deliciously menacing:

“Exceeding them.”

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It's frustrating that you can come up with the plot of an entire fic in just a few seconds, but writing it all down can take anywhere from never to forever.

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Chapter 11 of Bring Your Seed to Blossom has been posted! ✨

I’ve had the ending scene of this chapter in my head for over a year…so glad to finally be sharing with you!

CWs: lots of internal musing for Aziraphale on spring, grief and hope, big warm feelings, minor discussion of sugaring, very minor musing on past trauma, discussion/ feelings related to parental loss and a cliffhanger….✨

Excerpt: Grief has many faces, ones Aziraphale knows he will never be free of, but it turns out they are, in fact, easier to bear when you allow yourself to meet them with a remarkable dove by your side, a dove that has flown into your life with the proverbial olive leaf of a hope you thought long lost to your world.

As the last week of February ended, Aziraphale had begun to be visited by the ghosts of his grieving more frequently and with more intensity, but now when he woke with a start from sleep he still didn’t take for granted, Crowley was, more often than not, slumbering next to him, his breathing deep and calm and the most beautiful revelation every single time, a revelation of life, of the present and all that Aziraphale got to hold so very dearly to his heart.

He would, if Crowley was not already snuggled up to him with scarcely a breath between them, gently gather his gardener into his arms, he’d bury his nose in the sleep-mussed refuge of his hair and deeply inhale the soothing balm of spicy sweet warmth, the rhythm of his steady breathing a lullaby that would comfort Aziraphale until he fell asleep once more.

It was in these moments that hope further built itself in his mind, or more accurately, its scaffolding was constructed and fortified by hands both lovely and capable, its foundations were laid by arms wrapping around Aziraphale’s waist in the night when he would bolt awake, ready to leap from his bed to drive to where he’d failed to go that day, tenderly pulling him closer and holding him like Aziraphale was not a failure, close and protective.

@goodomensafterdark

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oh no my pornography is turning into an angst-filled character study

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sorry i didn't respond kitten the walls are closing in on daddy

sorry i didn't respond im losing my fucking mind

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I'm sending this to my friend every time @depraveddame updates

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Chapter 10 of Bring Your Seed to Blossom has been posted! ✨🚿💖

So sorry for the delay on this, darlings, and I hope it was worth the wait! We revisit one of Crowley’s sluttiest moments in Vine Slips with his intended audience 💦

Excerpt:

Out of the corner of his eye and through the water, Crowley registered the blur of Aziraphale standing, and he turned his head to better see as he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and slowly began rolling up his sleeves. He folded them back evenly and methodically, a gesture that made Crowley whimper around the cock in his mouth as Aziraphale walked towards him, his strides leisurely and torturously drawn out.

“You told me you imagined I’d be stroking your back as you did this,” a warm palm blanketed Crowley’s wet hip as Aziraphale murmured to him, low and honeyed in the exact, exact tone Crowley had heard in his head that night months ago, and he slid his hand up along his soaked back, his touch light at first but growing firmer as he went, fingers skating unhurriedly along the dip of his spine as if he were a rare and treasured book from Aziraphale’s beloved collection, “and furthermore, if I remember correctly, you fantasized about my pulling your hair,” fingertips crept up the nape of Crowley’s neck and slid into his dripping locks, trailing up his soaked scalp and playfully tugging at the roots before Aziraphale properly brought his hand together in a fist and twisted, “just about like that, if I’m not mistaken.”

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you’re so very lovely and kind, and such an amazing writer as well. truly, your writing is exquisite. the way you portrait feelings and intimacy is beautiful. you’re just so good

🥺💖 this is so, so very kind of you, anon, not to mention lovely to take the time to reach out and message. Thank you so much for being so supportive and sweet; this made my day. 🫂 thank you for reading.

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I CANT STOP DRAWING HEDONIA FANART PLEASE HELP ME

IM BEING CONSUMED BY THE BRAINROT!!!!

@depraveddame

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Only 12 hours to go!

Hello all! I’m so excited to be participating in Fandom Trumps Hate for the first time this year!

✨ I am offering a fic either in the Good Omens or Arcane fandom ✨

Here you will find my offerings page!

✨ I am offering a fic the length of 5k-10k words (however there is always a chance it could be longer if the bidder is alright with that and the subject of the fic demands it!) for great causes!

✨ E rating preferred, but willing to write M as well

✨ As always I adore exploring kink and BDSM themes in my work alongside tender, transformative connection, vulnerability, and healing

✨ Would love to write some sort of AU— I am also open to writing versions of characters from my established AU fics (Vine Slips of a Strange God (priest/gardener AU), Come Slowly, Eden (professor AU), Hedonia (omegaverse AU), The Arrangement (human D/s AU)) etc

✨ I love the rare pairs Lucicrow (Crowley/Lucifer) and Aziralucicrow (Lucifer/Crowley/Aziraphale) and would love to write them for you

✨ I am most well versed in Good Omens but am offering the option of Arcane ships as well— Zaundads/Vanco, Jayvik, also open to rare pairs (Hammerhound, Vilco)

✨ I am really very open to writing just about anything, so don't be shy and feel free to reach out to me to ask any questions 💖

Bidding begins on Tuesday, February 25 @ 8AM EST and closes on Sunday, March 1 @ 8AM EST, but browsing is open now!

Also, the Good Omens fandom has the most creators out of any fandom participating, which is just incredible. I am so lucky and thankful to be a part of such an amazing group of talented, wonderful people!

(although, my name/page doesn't come up under the Good Omens tag yet, so if you're looking for me, search for my username or click the link I posted above!)

💖 Thank you so much for looking! 💖

@fandomtrumpshate

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Inferno, the sequel to Tempt and the second installment of my omegaverse Hedonia has been posted!

Four agonizing days after Aziraphale encountered the mysterious, captivating omega at the glory hole of Tempt, he sets out for the nightclub, Inferno, where the omega told him he dances, and finds quite a lot more than he bargained for.

Tags: Omegaverse, pole dancer omega Crowley, alpha Aziraphale, pining, lore drop, background established healthy Lucifer/Crowley, polyamory/nonmonogamy, alpha x alpha sexual tension and flirting, lapdance, cunnilingus, vaginal knotting, scent kink, dirty talk, praise/slight degradation, porn with unexpected feelings, mafia/organized crime AU, and more!

Excerpt:

The omega steps away from the pole and fluidly walks to the edge of the stage, his obscenely tall, shining platform heels clicking on the floor to the beat of Aziraphale’s heart, the swell of his hips an enticing sway the alpha wants to map with his mouth. When he stops, the toes of his shoes scarcely a breath away from Aziraphale, he bends down towards him, folding at the waist (little waist, tiny waist, slutty waist) as he smiles, runs a hand through long hair dangling around his face and whispers, all syrupy and sweet but incinerating, “the Angel of the Eastern Gate, I presume?”

Oh, how he’d missed that voice; Aziraphale’s smile grows in spite of himself, forgetting to at least try to appear somewhat aloof as he lets his eyes feast on the pale, subtly curved figure of omega, taking his scent deeply into his starved lungs as discreetly as he can. It’s been years since he has existed in this world, both in regards to connecting with an omega and doing so on ground that is, no matter how you look at it, dangerous, and the latter is almost as thrilling as the former; it’s no wonder his control over himself is shoddy indeed.

“You did your homework, I see,” he purrs, needing to make quite the effort to keep his hands from lifting up to wrap around those lovely slim ankles, convincing himself not to lean forward in order to run his tongue along the elegant slope of a beautifully shaped instep, “very good, darling.”

The delicate quiver that runs though that lithe body at the praise does not escape Aziraphale’s notice, nor does the prickle of his fragrance heating further; there’s a fine sheen of sweat gathered on his brow and his chest as well, and his tongue is envious again, it’s well on its way to being petulantly put out from all its been missing.

“You’ll find I’m always dutiful when it comes to the pursuit of knowledge, Mr Fell,” the whisper floating down to kiss Aziraphale’s ears is as lascivious as it is soft, “among other things.”

Click here to continue! ✨

@goodomensafterdark

@rareomens

art by @zivilzz ✨

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Inferno, the sequel to Tempt and the second installment of my omegaverse Hedonia has been posted!

Four agonizing days after Aziraphale encountered the mysterious, captivating omega at the glory hole of Tempt, he sets out for the nightclub, Inferno, where the omega told him he dances, and finds quite a lot more than he bargained for.

Tags: Omegaverse, pole dancer omega Crowley, alpha Aziraphale, pining, lore drop, background established healthy Lucifer/Crowley, polyamory/nonmonogamy, alpha x alpha sexual tension and flirting, lapdance, cunnilingus, vaginal knotting, scent kink, dirty talk, praise/slight degradation, porn with unexpected feelings, mafia/organized crime AU, and more!

Excerpt:

The omega steps away from the pole and fluidly walks to the edge of the stage, his obscenely tall, shining platform heels clicking on the floor to the beat of Aziraphale’s heart, the swell of his hips an enticing sway the alpha wants to map with his mouth. When he stops, the toes of his shoes scarcely a breath away from Aziraphale, he bends down towards him, folding at the waist (little waist, tiny waist, slutty waist) as he smiles, runs a hand through long hair dangling around his face and whispers, all syrupy and sweet but incinerating, “the Angel of the Eastern Gate, I presume?”

Oh, how he’d missed that voice; Aziraphale’s smile grows in spite of himself, forgetting to at least try to appear somewhat aloof as he lets his eyes feast on the pale, subtly curved figure of omega, taking his scent deeply into his starved lungs as discreetly as he can. It’s been years since he has existed in this world, both in regards to connecting with an omega and doing so on ground that is, no matter how you look at it, dangerous, and the latter is almost as thrilling as the former; it’s no wonder his control over himself is shoddy indeed.

“You did your homework, I see,” he purrs, needing to make quite the effort to keep his hands from lifting up to wrap around those lovely slim ankles, convincing himself not to lean forward in order to run his tongue along the elegant slope of a beautifully shaped instep, “very good, darling.”

The delicate quiver that runs though that lithe body at the praise does not escape Aziraphale’s notice, nor does the prickle of his fragrance heating further; there’s a fine sheen of sweat gathered on his brow and his chest as well, and his tongue is envious again, it’s well on its way to being petulantly put out from all its been missing.

“You’ll find I’m always dutiful when it comes to the pursuit of knowledge, Mr Fell,” the whisper floating down to kiss Aziraphale’s ears is as lascivious as it is soft, “among other things.”

Click here to continue! ✨

@goodomensafterdark

@rareomens

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Honored to be a part of this group of goblins✨✨

FTH — Good Omens (After Dark edition)

First of all, if you've been seeing these posts and wondering what it's all about, Fandom Trumps Hate is an online auction of fanworks that generates donations to progressive nonprofits. Fans offer to create stuff, kind people bid, all the money goes to charity!

The Good Omens fandom is simply the BEST! We have a whopping 135 offerings for @fandomtrumpshate this year, supporting all manner of progressive charities! There are frankly too many to name them all, so we're going to focus on the goblins of the GoodOmensAfterDark subreddit.

Oh, wait, that's still FIFTY-TWO Listings? Welp, time to make a spreadsheet.

Don't worry, it's pretty and damn useful!

I KNOW right???? 😊

The document includes links to all socials, listings (where you can fill out the bid form!), and a list of the highest bid and bidder for each offering that updates live with the FTH site!

GOAD Offerings Include:

28 — Fanfiction / Written Works

9 — Fan Art Works

8 — Podfics

3 — Fan Labor

2 — Crafts

2 — Music Composition

Bids are open until... SATURDAY, MARCH 1ST (8PM EST)

We highly recommend checking the Full Good Omens Listings (make sure to click through all the pages!) on the FTH Site for the non-GOAD offerings, as there are some wonderful and talented creators out there, but as our mods are humans with only so much time on their hands, the spreadsheet is focused on our own creators.

A few no pressure creator tags just to kick off getting the word out…

@nosferatini @daneecastle @gaiaseyes451 @sightkeeper @depraveddame @theravenmuse

@outrageousring5655 @paperclipninja @harlotofupdog @theonevoice @isiaiowin

@on1occasionfork @thescholarlystrumpet @dbacklot99 @onedappercat @wingsofopal