#aftercare week

[crowleysgirl56]

Wildest dreams wishes for Good Omens Season 3 which will probably not come true but I can still hope hey!

Number 13.

It’s Aftercare Week following the Smut War over on the Reddit @goodomensafterdark subreddit, so in honour of caring for the tired Smutgoblins, please indulge in this little wildest dream Cottagecore fantasy that I have, want, and desire (one of many!)

In the garden of a modest cottage nestled in the South Downs, an angel and a demon are finally enjoying a long overdue picnic.

Aziraphale sits on the large tartan rug spread out under the garden’s apple tree, carefully slicing one of the trees given fruits. Crowley lounges next to him, propped up on his side by an elbow. His dark sunglasses long since discarded, he serenely gazes up at his angel and enjoys the cool breeze coming off the coast.

Aziraphale glances down at Crowley and smiles fondly as he continues to cut.

“You know, I think you’ve outdone yourself with this year’s harvest my dear. I have to say these apples are the best yet”.

“Might have used a bit of a demonic miracle or two.” Crowley grinned and wriggled his fingers.

“Well I’m just relieved you finally stopped yelling at the poor plants.”

“Nothing wrong with a bit of forceful encouragement.”

At this Aziraphale cocked an eyebrow, “Yes, except you were scaring the neighbours”.

“Added bonus.”

Aziraphale chuckled and shook his head as he offered a slice of apple. “Honestly, you really must try one.”

Crowley gave a small smile and gently said “They’re for you Angel”.

“Then perhaps, I can at least tempt you into tasting one?” An imperceptible, wicked grin spread across Aziraphale’s face as he leaned in closer to Crowley, holding the apple slice between them. Crowley’s eye widened slightly as he sat up a little straighter. Finally he reached out and held Aziraphale’s wrist, and brought the slice to his mouth. He gently rubbed his thumb along the bottom of Aziraphale’s palm as his bit down into the piece.

Neither broke eye contact as Crowley chewed. The look Aziraphale gave him was a mixture of shock and hunger. Crowley wondered to himself if this was how he always looked when gazing at Aziraphale eating at The Ritz.

Finally Crowley swallowed. Aziraphale eagerly asked what he thought. Crowley snaked forward as his gaze fell to Aziraphale’s neck. “I’ve had…better”, he murmured as he pressed his lips to Aziraphale’s Adams Apple.

Aziraphale’s eyes fell shut as he let the moment take him. A small note of anxiety crossed his face a moment later. “Crowley. Wait. We’re outside. Someone might see.”

“Can’t. Scared them all away remember”, Crowley murmured into Aziraphale’s neck, as he continued to pepper kisses up and down his throat.

“I didn’t mean the neighbours”. Aziraphale drew back slightly and pointed upwards. Crowley rolled his eyes grumbling, “Well they shouldn’t be looking then, the filthy perves!”

“Please Crowley” Aziraphale’s puppy dog eyes are what does it. Crowley sighs heavily then snaps his fingers. Suddenly the surrounding trees begin to grow, branches reaching out above them, and soon their picnic spot is covered by a large, thick, canopy of leaves.

“Better?” Crowley once again reduces the distance between him and his angel.

“Much better dear.” Aziraphale’s hand drifts up to Crowley’s face, lightly brushing his cheek.

“Good. Now, where did I put that Apple? Ah! Here it is.” Crowley’s lips are back on Aziraphale’s neck. They fall back onto the blanket, neither caring about what actually happened to the rest of the apple.

Wow, I didn’t mean to make this one so long, but once I started I couldn’t seem to stop. Hope you enjoyed the erotic garden interlude.

[brahms4thrackett]

Come join us for a well-deserved chance to relax, revive and rehydrate with all the sweetness and cuddles our amazing members can dish out!

Coming Feb 15: Aftercare Week!

A month into the Smut War, we are reaching the climax and will ease into some well earned fluff (and hopefully more smut cause After Dark). Join us for tooth rotting sweetness!

Art by Reddit user zoinksart

[elenthyaolyenths]

Day 22: "After you." (SFW)

Some last - but not least I hope :-p - illustrations for "To Shreds", the one-shot written by @demonsandpieohmy!

First entry in the Aftercare week on @goodomensafterdark Reddit.

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[bunny584]

Live footage of me after publishing Chapter 15 of H&H

[cyansyrup]

Librarian Choso sneaks you behind the unpopular books section to tease and finger you. When you get closer to your peak and it becomes a bit harder for you to keep quiet, he clamps a hand over your mouth as you soak his nimble fingers. A little mean when he grinds against your ass, but he'll always treat you to your favorite warm drinks at the café next door as part of your aftercare ♡

[wetcatspellcaster]

Please know that I *am* working on the next chapter of Pieces, it's just ludicrously long.

[mothballmilkshake]

National Geo Not-So-Graphic: A StaticSnake oneshot

The pairing nobody asked for. The rarepair with 10 fics to its name. It's here. I'm willing it into existence.

[tbb-appreciation-week]

(Image text and NSFW prompt are under the cut)

HAPPY BAD BATCH DAY!!! WE MADE IT!!! This amazing week is over, but there's still one last chance to change the Bad Batch's story, answering a simple question: What if...? The possibilities are endless, and it's up to you to make better or worse. What's going to be?

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DAY 7: What if…?

Fix-it AU

"This is your last chance to fix it."

ARC Trooper Fives

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(NSFW) Aftercare

[softquietsteadylove]

you know the *really* spicy fic just written? Can we have some aftercare for that please (I just kinda want more detail on that part)

Gil wrung out the cloth, making sure it was soft to the touch, and a perfect lukewarm. Cooling to overheated skin but not so cold that it wouldn't be useful.

Thena was curled up on the couch.

The ego in him was a bit pleased to see her satisfied to the point of exhaustion. But this wasn't about him congratulating himself for being a good lover. This was about Thena.

He crouched next to her, starting at her delicate wrists. He dabbed the cloth against her skin, still faintly red from where he had kept her bound. They had never experimented quite like this before. But he had a good feeling that she enjoyed it too.

Gil ran the cloth over Thena's body lightly, wiping away the sheen of sweat she had developed. He would get some water and a snack into her next, but this came first. It reminded him of when she was in Sersi's poison ward and he had given her a sponge bath.

Thena didn't exactly like recalling that time, or that specific event. But he thought there was something kind of beautiful about it. He hadn't had any ulterior motive in it, he just wanted the woman he loved to be comfortable.

"Hm," Thena hummed as he turned her over to wash her back.

"It's okay, Princess," he whispered. She squirmed the lower down her back he got. She would probably develop some bruising there shortly. He would ice it and apologise on his knees if she wanted.

He then moved to her legs. He bit back a smile; she had never been at such a particular point of pleasure before. He ran the cloth up her legs. They were faintly sticky, she wouldn't like that. He made it up to her thighs before he paused. "Honey."

Thena cleared her throat at him, keeping her thighs together and slightly crossed so as to hide herself. She was roused from her sleep and glaring at him with all the strength she could muster (it wasn't much).

He chuckled. His wife was willing to go to such lengths with him, but as soon as the cold, hard light of day hit, she was somewhat shy. He ran his fingers up the back of her calf until he could slip his palm into the back of her knee. "Come on, Sweetness."

"I am capable of doing this myself," she grumbled as her legs - so devoid of strength that it took nothing for him to open them again - unfurled.

"I know," he mused easily. He moved his eyes away from his precious target and to hers. She squeezed her eyes shut as he wiped away the most significant evidence of their latest foray. He balled the cloth up in his hand and left a kiss below her naval. "But I like doing this for you."

Thena gave up scolding him, flopping back again as he moved back to the bathroom attached to his office. "I recall I have a rule about lying around naked in the office."

Yes, but she was so much better at it than he was. He came out again, having also given at least his upper body a quick and lazy wipe down. He retrieved his shirt, long, long forgotten in their excitement.

"No one is still in the office, are they?" she asked, sounding half asleep as he got her arms through the sleeves and let him button it around her willowy frame.

"Nope, I gave everyone the evening off. Everyone on our floor, at least," he smiled, undoing the first set of buttons he had done up. She huffed at him but he gave her a little peck. "I like seeing your cleavage, Ice."

"Insatiable man," she chided.

"Yeah," he moved his ring to the right hand again, finally scooping her up to settle her on his lap. His hand tilted her head so he could touch the tip of her nose with his. Himself from even just two years ago would laugh at him. "But I'm your insatiable man."

"Hm," she denied him the thrill of more playful arguing, settling against his chest again.

"I love you, Thena," he cooed, kissing along her cheeks and all over her face. The cloth had worked; her skin no longer felt sweaty.

"Love you too," she purred in reception of his affection. She said it far less than he did, but he was always fine with that. When she did say it, he knew she meant it.

She meant it when she kissed him goodbye in the mornings, or parting with him after a stolen lunch together. She meant it when she made it clear to his enemies than an enemy of the Tyrant King's was an enemy of the Ice Queen as well. And he knew she meant it when she let him take care of her after a crazy hot fuck session.

"I've got sushi and tteokbokki and pierogies all on the way," he continued to nuzzle her. He liked cuddling her, especially after being intimate. Sometimes Thena would hit her limit and squirm away from him, like a cat reluctant to accept cuddles.

"You spoil me," she sighed, still letting him cling to her. She truly was exhausted.

He ran his hand over her leg, soft and smooth, although he was pretty sure she would shave if not tonight then tomorrow. "You gonna be able to work in the morning?"

"Of course," she countered, and then immediately yawned and discredited herself. "It is almost as if I recommended some restraint."

Gil grinned, "I did use restraints."

She slapped his chest.

He captured the hand lazily sliding down again and moved it back to his heart. Feeling his heartbeat for herself settled her, like a lullaby. "I'm sure you can move a few morning meetings if you have to."

She puffed through her nose. "You just want me to show up for my investors meeting still glowing from all this."

So they could see his wife in all her beautiful glory and know that she was very well taken care of as a married woman?...no, of course not.

"If you're glowing then it must be because you're the light of my life," he schmoozed. Thena laughed, always amused by his silly and downright corny compliments. He always had plenty more.

She didn't even flinch at the knock on the door. "Go."

"Yes, ma'am," he kissed her cheek again, slipping away to retrieve the food delivery. He cracked the door open and leaned over to drag it inside. Not a soul was there, but he knew how Thena felt about anyone - even a security camera - seeing her at her most vulnerable.

Thena managed to sit herself up, but even the way she was leaning back spoke to her level of physical exhaustion. Gil frowned; maybe they did overdo it. "What?"

"Nothing," he shook his head, unpacking the food on the coffee table between this and the other couch.

He blinked as Thena slumped forward, laying herself over his back and looping her arms around his neck. He turned his head but she nuzzled the back of his neck. She muttered something in Russian, which she knew he wasn't good at! "Hm?"

Thena turned her face so she could speak more clearly. "I said you are a good husband."

Nothing could make him happier than hearing that. He patted her arms locked around him and bent his head to kiss her fingers. "Glad to hear it, baby."

"Hm," she concluded, slipping backwards again. "Now, will you stop delaying?"

"Yes, Ice Queen," he chuckled, turning and holding up a rice cake with his hand under it. "Open up."

"You don't have to feed me."

"Aw, c'mon, it's like old times!"

"You feeding me while I was poisoned should not be 'old times'," she huffed, at least leaning forward to accept the bite. Her eyes lit and he could see the hunger she wasn't fully aware of make itself more known to her.

"Well, you can think of this time instead," he suggested, which she ignored, as he would have expected her to. He offered a piece of sushi next.

"Are you not going to have some?" She eyed him from his position on the floor, moving food from the table to her mouth.

He grinned. With them both of the same mind, she moved from the couch and he pushed the table out more. She settled on his lap again, letting him reach around her. She took another piece of salmon roll for herself and then offered him a bite over her shoulder.

"You ever think," he began, before she put her fingers on his lips to make him chew and swallow before speaking again. He gulped. "You ever think about how ourselves from two years ago probably wouldn't believe it if they could see us now?"

Thena smiled at least at the amusing idea. "I believe if you had attempted to describe this scene to my past self I would have littered you with knives until you had more holes in you than a fine sourdough."

Ah, so romantic, his Ice Queen. He merely kissed her cheek, waiting for his next bite, "same here, probably."

[truecorvid]

got a tattoo last night (cool) (halloween tattoo) (from the artist i really like) with a lot of blacked out patches in the design (also cool) (looks sick) which meant that it immediately started bleeding/weeping/creating ink sacks in the saniderm (looks kind of cool. i guess?) and then somewhere in the 10 minute drive home it immediately started leaking (definitely NOT cool)

[asexual-vampire]

Okay so confession time. I have never dommed in a physically rough scene before. Like I fantasize a lot about whips and bruises and blood and all that but I've never had the chance to actually do much of that to someone irl. And I was thinking about it today and honestly I'm a little nervous to eventually do that someday? For all the obvious reasons but also because The One Thing that is like 90% certain to make me cry is seeing someone I care about crying, so while the idea of reducing a partner to tears in a scene is really hot I also have no idea if I'd be able to stay in character when that actually happened xD

[elenthyaolyenths]

One scene, two WIPs...

Couldn't acheive these two for Valentine's Day. Whatever. I just need some tenderness tonight...

...Stay tuned ♥

Edit: find the final result here

[niemernuet]

[sasshomaru]

my mom is the most paranoid and anxious person on earth which is why i didn’t tell her i got breast reduction or lasik lmao i just did it and then saw her. i’d also told her that i wanted those procedures done for forever and she was against both of them so i was like fuck it im just doing it. so i saw her last night and she got really upset that i “keep having surgeries” without telling her, and then she proceeds to be like “if you have any complications with lasik, you know they’ll have to keep cutting your eye and keep creating scar tissue right?” and telling me all of the ways that lasik—an overall really safe procedure with like a 1% rate of having complications—can fail, and i just had to be like 🫠👍 can you stop making me paranoid over something i just got done two days ago

[skoulsons]

The one word she knows is Joel’s

hmmm brainstorming for an ep8 fic when I have three others I should be working on instead

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

I have officially reached "yeah, you know what to do" level of tattood when the tattoo artist is about to go through the aftercare instructions