#tender sex

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! Do you have any adult omens suggestions featuring Crowley not exactly dirty talking, not more like sweet talking Aziraphale? There's so much praise kink towards Crowley in fics, but I rarely seeing Crowley praising and sweet talking Azi in bed. You know, telling him how good he is and all that. I think Aziraphale needs to hear that sometimes.

I love your blog so, so much, by the way! It's fantastic!!

Hey! Our #insecure Aziraphale tag will include plenty of fics where Crowley sweet talks to him. Here are some praise kinky/tender sex fics for Aziraphale...

Perfection by stonecoldyiddies (E)

Oh angel, angel you're perfect" Aziraphale felt his head go fuzzy at the word.  Perfect.  It was all he ever wanted to be.  "S-say it again...please," he whined.

Deep Down, A Little Bit Good by crushmeeren (E)

Crowley, Aziraphale thinks, has always been just a bit good deep down. As much as Crowley loathes to admit it, he is. Case in point, Crowley fucks Aziraphale unbelievably, well, good. Granted it’s definitely better than just good, it’s fucking great, makes him see heaven -no pun intended-but he’s trying to make a point here.

Life After Heaven by Ultramarine316 (E)

The evening after the body swap, Crowley seduces Aziraphale, carefully soothing Aziraphale’s lingering worries by offering him the acceptance and certainty he’s always craved.

When In Rome by tardigrape (E)

“Hang on.” Crawly’s voice cuts into Aziraphale’s thoughts. “Does that mean you’ve never done it?” “Done what?” Aziraphale’s brain is sluggishly trying desperately to keep up. Crawly’s lips pull into a smirk. “Got yourself off?” “Got myself off what?” “Angel.” Crawly dips his chin to look pointedly at Aziraphale, and Aziraphale’s stomach does a wild little swoop when the meaning of his words becomes clear.

Crawly teaches Aziraphale about self-pleasure. It's not technically sex, so it's not technically a sin. Right?

the desire and pursuit of the whole by unsinkablesammy (E)

After their respective trials, Aziraphale goes back to Crowley's flat and sees something he wasn't supposed to. Confessions and romance ensue.

A Crack in the Wall by Anonymous (E)

There were many things Aziraphale knew by heart: the words in every rendition of the bible that he could get his hands on, the smell of old books and how to bring a smile on someone's face when their spirits were low. What he didn't know was how to respond when Gabriel looked dead in his eye and said, "Crowley desires you, Aziraphale. There's a corruption, a disgusting lust in his heart, and he may act on it if you get too careless. He might even try to take you by force."

- Mod D

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 24 (Tender Sex)

Night's Cavalry x Male!reader

You look back as you walk down the Mistwoods.

Yep, he's still there. The Night's Cavalry Rider, Beor.

How do you know his name?

Because he wrote it down on a scrap of scroll and placed it on your face as you slept for you to find in the morning. Said note also contained a love letter professing his love.

Simp.

You sigh as you keep walking. He's been following you ever since he knocked your helmet off your head during battle. The thing that bothers you most is that he's out of his Lord's territory. You're fairly certain Margit didn't allow his men to travel this far out. You wonder if hes disobeying orders by following you all the way out here.

The moon rises over the land as you decide to make camp. You set up a bedroll and make a fire. You sigh as you hold your hands out to warm them up.

As you sat by the heat of the campfire, you couldn't help but feel uneasy knowing someone was watching. You glance around, trying not to be too obvious, and spot Beor hiding behind a nearby tree.

Damn it, dude! Just come out already!

You roll your eyes and turn away, deciding to ignore him for now. After all, he hasn't done anything harmful yet... just really creepy.

Suddenly, something hit your head. It's a crumbled ball of paper. you picked it up and turned to glare at Beor, who had quickly hidden behind a tree after throwing it. You straighten out the note.

The message read: 'I can't take my eyes off you.'

Good Gods. You had to do something.

Sighing heavily, you called out to Beor, "Alright... Come sit with me." You then added sternly, "But don't be creepy!"

Reluctantly, Beor approached slowly, almost like a timid animal. Once he reached you, he hesitantly took a seat across the fire from you. His entire demeanor reeked of nervousness.

Relaxing slightly, you began rummaging through your bag, searching for some jerky. However, you soon noticed Beor shifting closer to you, his posture tense as he tried to act casually. When you looked up, he was caught red handed, his gaze darting away guiltily.

This guy...

Going back to rummaging through your bag, you finally found what you were looking for – jerky! With a satisfied grin, you lifted your head, only to be startled by Beor practically breathing down your neck. He must have moved while you weren't paying attention.

Startled, you let out an undignified yelp and dropped the food. The jerky lands on some mud. You look at the jerky, to Beor, to the jerky, and finally back to Beor.

Both of you stared at each other silently before he leaned forward and grabbed the dropped jerky, which was now covered in mud. Hesitating for a brief moment, he held it out towards you.

You shook your head and sighed. "Thanks, but no thanks."

Trying to regain composure, you turn back to the crackling fire, hoping to ignore him. To your annoyance, Beor continued to scoot closer until your bodies pressed together.

Awkward silence hung heavy between you two.

Feeling movement against your side, you glanced over to see Beor holding out his closed fist. Curiosity piqued, you watched as he opened his palm, revealing a Miquella's Lily that had been crushed beyond recognition. Wordlessly, he motioned for you to take it.

Without thinking much of it, you accepted the gift.

Inspecting the fragile petals of the delicate flower, you couldn't help but feel touched by such a rare gesture. Although it was crushed, it still held significance. You brought the bloom close to your nose, savoring its faint fragrance.

Silence stretched between you again as Beor simply watched you appreciate his offering.

Nodding to yourself, you carefully place the crushed Miquella's Lily inside your bag for safekeeping. The silence returned, making you uncomfortable enough to break it.

"You can have..." You paused, feeling embarrassed at your own words. "...One kiss."

Beor tensed up and immediately started nodding vigorously, his helmet producing loud clanks with every enthusiastic movement.

Groaning internally, you prepared yourself for whatever was coming next. Beor eagerly closed the gap between you, anticipating his reward.

"Aren't you going to remove the helmet?" You asked curiously.

In response, he shook his head forcefully. Guess that means the helmet stays on.

Shrugging it off, you decided to leave his choice alone. Leaning closer, you press a soft kiss onto his helmet where his cheek would be. Instinctively, his hand clenched so tightly that you could hear the leather of his gauntlet creak under the strain. You pull away.

Good Gods, all you did was give him a peck on the helmet, and this was his reaction? No wonder he acted so skittish; he definitely was whipped for you.

Deciding to test how far you could push him, you leaned in again, this time tracing a line along his helmet with your tongue. Beor visibly trembled, accompanied by a muffled groan from within his helmet.

Oh dear, this man was putty in your hands.

Unfortunately for you, your actions didn't leave you completely unaffected either. Feeling your own arousal building, you felt your member hardening within your pants. Blushing profusely, you tried to reason with yourself.

"I know I said just a kiss," you started hesitantly, "...but..."

At the sound of your voice, Beor's head snapped in your direction, desperate to catch whatever suggestion you may have for him.

Letting out an exaggerated groan, you tried to continue, "You know..."

To your utter mortification, Beor pointed directly at his crotch, seemingly confirming whether that was indeed what you wanted. Covering your face with your hands, you berated yourself for getting into this situation.

Fuck it. You raised your head and gave him a decisive nod.

Beor seemed ecstatic at your response, eagerly beginning to remove his protective codpiece. Underneath, his cock stood proudly erect, ready for action. With a deep blush spreading across your features, you followed suit, taking off your pants and underwear. Your own manhood sprang forth, mirroring Beor's excitement.

Eager to get things started, Beor laid flat on his back, slapping his armored thighs invitingly as if asking you to climb aboard.

Rolling your eyes, you muttered, "You're an idiot," before complying with his request. Straddling Beor, you could feel his hardened length pressing against your ass.

Lifting yourself up slightly, you slammed back down onto Beor's lap, eliciting a muffled groan from within his helmet.

"You better be gentle," you warned him. In response, Beor nodded his head furiously, the clinking of metal echoing throughout the campsite.

Leaning to the side, you retrieved your bag, pulling out a small container of oil created from melted mushrooms. Resting on Beor's chest, you reached back and took hold of his throbbing member, liberally applying the slippery substance all over it.

Beor released a muffled moan as you positioned his lubricated tip at your entrance. With a deep breath, you pushed downwards, impaling yourself on his rigid length.

Letting out a soft moan, you sank deeper and deeper onto Beor's impressive girth. "Fuck, you're so big," you muttered, unable to believe how well he filled you up.

Meanwhile, Beor was clearly enjoying himself, his head thrown back as he panted heavily and trembled with pleasure.

Upon fully sheathing himself within you, Beor let out a low whine of delight. You sighed contentedly, feeling both their combined weight bearing down on you.

Before you could react, Beor shifted positions, wrapping his arms securely around you as he sat up. Now, instead of riding him, you were nestled within his embrace.

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head against his cool, metallic chest, reveling in the sensation of being enveloped by him. Softly, he ran his hands up and down your spine, sending shivers through your body.

Gradually, Beor began to move within you, maintaining a slow, steady rhythm. Making sure to support your weight, he kept you cradled in his arms as his helmet nuzzled against your face.

Moans escaped your lips as Beor thrust into you with a gentleness you hadn't expected from someone so large and intimidating. You rubbed your aching cock against the smooth metal of his armored abdomen.

As he continued to plunge into you, Beor rubbed his helmet against your face affectionately, reminding you of a cat seeking comfort from its owner. Simultaneously, one of his hands found yours, entwining your fingers together as if they belonged there.

Whimpering as you neared release, you bucked your hips harder against Beor's armor, leaving streaks of precum.

"Sorry....your armor," you apologized sheepishly for making a mess on his black armor.

However, Beor didn't seem bothered by it at all – if anything, he appeared more amused than upset. Using his free hand, he gently petted your head reassuringly, letting you know that he didn't mind.

Reassured by his response, you wrapped one hand around his hip while using the other to resume stroking your own needy erection. Precum continued to flow freely, coating Beor's armor in a sticky film.

Beor released a pleased noise from within his helmet, picking up the pace ever so slightly as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

With a whiny cry, you finally succumbed to your release, splattering Beor's armor with thick ropes of semen. As your orgasm subsided, he gently rubbed your back.

Now that you had cum, it was Beor's turn. Still buried deep within you, he reached behind his back and removed his cape from his armor. Carefully laying it on the ground, he leaned forward until you were lying on top of it.

For a moment, Beor held your thighs aloft, offering them a brief yet comforting massage. And then, without warning, he suddenly changed tactics, pounding into you mercilessly. Unprepared for such ferocity, you cried out in surprise, your moans matching the speed of his brutal thrusts. Holding your thighs tightly, he showed no signs of stopping or easing up.

Still not letting up, Beor pressed your thighs together and rolled you onto your side. From this new angle, he somehow managed to increase the intensity of his relentless pumping, driving his cock deepr into you.

The air filled with the sounds of his labored breathing and the wet squelching of flesh meeting flesh as he continued to claim you.

As the tempo increased, you could do little more than issue a series of whimpers and mews, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your veins. Beor took full advantage of your vulnerable state, leaning over to pin you down with his considerable bulk as he pressed his helmet against your face.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuccckk!" you cried out, unable to contain your mounting euphoria. Every forceful impact of armor against flesh sending fire down your body in waves.

Beor reached his breaking point. With a guttural grunt, he drove himself all the way home, his warm seed flooding your hole. Wrapped in his strong arms, you basked in the afterglow of your shared release.

Breathing heavily, you allowed Beor to nuzzle your face with his helmet.

"You're still a simp," you muttered sleepily, too exhausted to muster up any real zingers.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

[godilovemyhusband]

My daily goal is to make him feel so good that he can't help but come inside me, and then cuddle him into my breasts like a little boy and stroke his head, giving his forehead sweet little kisses, so he knows he's safe and loved. 🌼

[lilypadlys]

Mushy May Day Eight - Sex Turning Into Making Love

Ship: Sunshine/Swiss

Notes: Continuation of day six. Prompt list by @forlorn-crows. See prompt list here

Word Count: 541

Read on AO3 or below the cut

Sunshine and Swiss have only just made it home and they’re racing through the abbey back to Sunshine’s room. As Sunny locks herself in the ensuite bathroom to change, Swiss flops onto her bed to wait none too patiently.

“Are you done yet?”

“Haha, give me a minute. Gonna make my hair look nice.”

“Your hair already looks nice, Sunbeam.” He truly means it. It’s not just an attempt to get her in his lap sooner.

“Alright, fine!”

She emerges and Swiss’ brain melts all over again.

Maybe it’s the chance to have cooled his head, maybe it’s how the afternoon light filters through the window just right to make Sunny practically glow. All of Swiss’ plans to shove her up against a wall, fuck her into next week, and plenty of other delicious nastiness pales in comparison to his burning desire just to admire and worship her. All he can manage is gently pulling her close and kissing her even more sweetly.

When he pulls back she smiles up at him.

“You’re blushing again.”

“And? Can’t help it. You look so beautiful and I don’t know what to do with you.”

“You seemed to have a pretty clear idea earlier.”

“Yeah but now I just want to hold you and never let go. Kiss you until I run out of air. Love you forever.” Swiss surprises himself with how mushy he’s gotten but he can’t help it.

“So do it then.” Sunny's reply. All her teasing is gone now though. Instead she says it with an adoring smile that clearly says she feels the same about him.

He brushes a stray curl behind her ear. “Okay.”

The two of them embrace. Arms wrapped around each other and lips pressed together like they’re afraid of leaving any space between them. They share air until they’re breathless, parting their lips only enough to breath. Then they start to let their hands and mouths explore each other. It’s slow though, touching and tasting gently. Taking the time to roam skin with soft touches and feather light kisses.

At some point they end up on the bed and naked. Hands caress newly freed skin. Even as Swiss fondles Sunshine’s tits, and her his ass, there's still no hurry. Even as Swiss dips down to nuzzle his cheek against Sunny’s inner thigh. Even as his stubble tickles her and she giggles. Even as his tongue darts out to taste.

She rests a hand in his locs, not tugging, just wanting to touch. To ground herself as Swiss takes her apart with his tongue. She whimpers out her pleasure as he runs a soothing hand up and down her side. Hums against her as she arches her back and gushes slick.

Then they’re kissing again, both indulging in the taste of her. He’s rutting against her and she’s pleading for it. He’s lining himself up and thrusting in and they’re both keening with it. And even as he thrusts into her, they’re holding each other tight. And when words fail they’re locking eyes and communicating a love that can’t be vocalized.

And then they’re falling over the edge together.

In the afterglow they snuggle up against each other.

“I love you sunbeam.”

“Love you more shadow.”

[therealmofamorus]

Ask

Original Male Crossover Stud AU

What if while Ren tries to dirty talk during sex... Shouto whisper nice things in her ears instead? He turns a casual sex into a loving sex. How does she take it?

“I am going to drain your cock, Icyhot~”

“And I am going to make sweet love you. Hug, kisses and sweet words for you.”

Ren seductive expression washed away to cute blushing expression as she stared at the hunky pretty boy who stared at her unflinching eyes as he leaned forward and kissed her lips and gives her the tender embrace of pleasure and affection.

[murakamimayumi]

A change of pace

Fandom: Buddy Daddies

Pairing: Kazuki Kurusu x Rei Suwa

Rating: Explicit

CW: Mentions and vague descriptions of injury

Words: 2,604

Summary:

Rei is not dissatisfied, how could he, but he still feels like there’s something missing.

Soon, Kazuki is laying next to him, giving him lazy kisses as he drifts into sleep.

It’s not like the sex is bad, he enjoys it, even if he doesn’t have much of a reference anyway, but he just wishes Kazuki would allow him to fuck his brains out.

He has tried to take the initiative, but the blond refuses his advances, saying he shouldn’t put any more strain on his arm.

OR

Rei wants it a little rougher, and his physical therapy might just give him the opening he needs.

If you're interested, you can read it here.

Also, if you liked it and would like to commission me, you can check out my carrd here.

[repmet]

Take my hand Take my whole life, too

[vaguely-concerned]

having seen at least the rough outlines of all the romances now I have to say that I think emmrich's is probably objectively the best in terms of coherence and completeness of story arc (with the understanding that ultimately the 'best' romance is whichever one makes YOUR heart sing anyway so objectivity is a silly thing to claim that way, it just felt like it's the arc with the most well-paced focused content and the least dangling threads)... but lucanis' is my favourite haha. just. the whole kneeling before your beloved full of reverence but without any of the distance that usually implies??? his complete undramatic certainty and calm in every scene with rook after this, having spent the whole game caught between fear and longing???? mr. lives in a pantry but it says nothing about my psyche don't worry about it it's purely for tactical reasons that I keep myself contained in a small dark room not entirely unlike a cell, love among the parsnips -- finally coming to rook in their room and it's so comfortable and comforting???? after all the times rook supports and comforts him through the game he's finally able to return the same to them when they need it while being so calm and steady and it's so fucking sweet and feels so effortless and with no price attached?????? he basically assigns himself the role of your bodyguard and he WILL stab a god over it??????????????? the turn to protector (which was in his heart all along longing to get out and find a place) of it all????? he sounds like he's found himself unexpectedly stumbling into such a soul-lightening state of revelatory existential relief, full on 'you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves' mary oliver style, and he goes and he shares that with rook and protectively envelops them in it when they're hurting??????????????????????????? hello for the maker's sake hello can anyone hear me?????

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

I spend such an unhealthy amount of time thinking about being so comfortable with Lucifer while you two are making love that you are both laughing and smiling the entire time, refusing to be shy or feel embarrassed at all. Like imagine him looking at you like this while he’s buried so deep inside you…

I need to be sedated fr…

[laurellala]

Fun fact! This was the real tipping point that made Edgeworth run away after AA1, they just couldn't show it on screen because they didn't have the rights to Chappell Roan's music <3

(A spiritual successor to my "Hot to Go" joke from this post. Image description under the cut below)

[Image ID: a four page black and white comic of characters from ace attorney.

The Judge stands solemnly at his podium holding a gavel "Mr. Miles Edgeworth, you are on trial for the murder of blah blah blah..."

A cheerful Maya Fey leans over to Miles Edgeworth, who is staring straight ahead and looking very concerned

Maya: "Psst! Mr. Edgeworth! If you win your trial, can I show you Chappell Roan?

Miles: "What the hell, sure." Internally he thinks "Oh God I am going to jail"

A box saying "later" in the top corner of the next panel marks the passage of time.

The Judge smiles as he says "I declare you... Not Guilty!"

We see a full body shot of Maya dancing excitedly while Miles looks on, emotionless

Maya: YIPPEE omg you're going to LOVE this

Miles internally thinks "oh no, the consequences of my actions.

We see Miles standing in between Phoenix Wright and Maya looking apprehensive. Maya beams in excitement, while Nick puts a reassuring hand on Miles' shoulder

Miles: Alright, so what is this exactly?

Nick: She's a pop musician Maya really likes

Maya: You promised you'd let me show you, and it's legally binding because you said it in a court room!

Miles: That is not how the law works Ms. Fey

Maya: Shh just listen!

We see a panel of Miles' pensive face concentrating as he listens to "Hot to Go". He thinks to himself "hm".

Another panel zoomed in more. His pensive expression has grown more tense/confused as he listens to "Red Wine Supernova". he again thinks to himself "Hm" in a larger thought bubble.

We zoom out again to see Nick, Miles, and Maya standing together again. Miles stares forward blankly, eyebrows raised. Maya excitedly leans in.

Maya: Ok, that's her whole discography. So! What did you think?

Nick looks at him, waiting for his response

We get a panel of Miles, looking bewildered. He starts to speak "I..."

We cut again to see the three of them standing together.

Miles: I... don't think I like women?

Miles looks shocked and confused. Nick is bent over laughing, using a hand on Miles's shoulder to support himself. Maya looks outraged and appalled!

Maya: MR. EDGEWORTH! Just because you don' like her musi it doesn't give you an excuse to be sexist!

We see a panel of Miles looking stressed and confused. He leans his head on one of his hands, which messes up his hair, showing how he isn't his normal put together self.

Miles: I should rephrase that. What I mean is, Ms. Roan is clearly VERY assured in her feelings towards women. I was... unaware that anyone felt that strongly. I thought we all viewed these things with a vague sense of distaste and unease but collectively ignored it. Like how we do with climate change.

We zoom out again to see the three of them. Miles stands in the middle looking deeply uncomfortable and lost in thought, vibrating with unease. Nick and Maya exchange deeply concerned glances across from him.

With lingering unease, Miles begins to walk away.

Miles: Well, I should be going then. Goodnight.

Nick hesitantly raises a finger to point out an inaccuracy in that statement

Nick: It's four in the afternoon-

he gets interrupted by Miles who repeats firmly: I said Goodnight

Nick looks in the direction Miles walked off in.

Nick: ...He'll be ok, right?

Maya reassures him: Of cours Nick! I mean, what's the worst that can happen?

Jump cut to a closeup of Nick's hand holding Miles' letter which reads Miles Edgeworth chooses death in all caps. Then, below in smaller font, it says Also femininomenon was really good, thanks.

We see a panel of Nick glaring wordlessly at Maya as he holds the letter in his hand. Maya leans against the wall and looks away, whistling, trying to look innocent to avoid blame.

As a bonus, we also have a page that takes place a year later. Miles and Nick stand talking. Miles looks calmer now, and Nick smiles encouragingly.

Miles: In my time in Europe, I've been examining myself and my approach to law. Ultimately, the most important focus must be justice. We owe it to ourselves and to the people we serve

Nick: Wow, that's really inspiring Edgeworth. And, uh, hows the... the other thing going?

We get a zoomed in panel of Miles glaring menacingly at a suddenly nervous Nick

Jumping out again, Miles turns his back to Nick as he continues to talk

Miles: So as I was saying, justice is truly so important...

Nick nervously rubs the back of his neck wearing an awkward expression as he sweats nervously. He thinks to himself internally "Ooookay then, clearly still working through some things there"

/.End ID]

[fyeahnix]

I have tried not saying this but it would be SO FUCKING FUNNY if the sex scene everyone has been waiting for was just Sevika fucking the shit out of some woman in the brothel.

[borealing]

everyone loves toxic yaoi until he misunderstands why his bf is at a brothel and murders a bunch of people in a rampage as hes trying to find him

[s0fter-sin]

soap and ghost, after months of flirting, of having each other’s backs and saving each other’s lives, of knowing the other better than they know themselves, finally getting together

ghost letting himself free fall onto the bed, soap following, always following his lead. they barely pull apart enough to get their shirts over their heads, hands running over muscles and scars and holding close

soap kisses every new scar that’s revealed to him, from the thick keloid divot over his ribs from some kind of puncture to the innumerable slashes and stitch wounds holding his torso together until he’s mouthing over his collarbones; the tips of his fingers lightly caressing the edges of his mask

ghost who’s been so quiet, so overwhelmed by soap’s touch that all he can do is sink into him, panting gasping breaths, finally pushes out, “don’t ask me. please…”

soap freezes, mouth hovering over his skin. “ghost…?”

ghost’s face is tilted away, eyes held so tightly shut they tremor while the rest of his body stays lax beneath his. desperate. resigned. “please don’t ask me, johnny.”

soap lets his hand fall from the mask, coming to run soothing circles over his clothed hip. “why?”

“because i’ll say yes,” he confesses and it’s great and terrible; a warning and a relinquishment laid at soap’s feet. “i’ll always say yes to you.”

for a long moment, there’s nothing but their shared breaths, nothing but their hearts beating for the other. until soap finally leans down to press a kiss to the corner of his hidden mouth; his lips meeting faint raised scar tissue he might never see

“i’ll never ask.”

ghost’s eyes drift open and they catch on soap’s; on a sea of promise and fierce protection

“i swear… i’ll never ask, ghost.”

[yunmeng-jiang]

I know we all wish Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao were having beautiful loving sex for 13+ years, but unfortunately JGY refuses to be like his father in any way so he would never cheat on his wife, and LXC would never let himself be a homewrecker. Very tragic circumstances

[aziraphales-library]

Hellooo, do you have any well written vanilla fic recs? No AUs or other characters other than just OG Crowley and Aziraphale? One of my favorite fic authors is chaoticlivi on AO3 and I've read her works a hundred times over, I'm lookin for more fics like hers. It doesn't have to be NSFW though, I just love her writing style so much, she brings them to life so vividly, its amazing. Thanks!

Hi! I've not read that particular author, so am unsure about the writing style. I recommended some of my favourite explicit fics here and here, and here are some more fluffy feelings-filled vanilla-ish explicit fics from my bookmarks...

To Look Upon Tempests by firenzia (E)

It's only a few months since the Apocalypse, and since a certain angel and demon finally confessed their feelings for one another.

During one terribly cold, stormy December night, Aziraphale and Crowley are keeping each other very warm.

The Inherent Longing and Romanticism of the Passenger Seat by FacetiousKitten (E)

Or: Five times Aziraphale was brave, and one time he didn’t have to be.

The Light Slipping Through by cheerios_and_wine (E)

Crowley and Aziraphale are together Post-Apocanot but Crowley's been hiding part of himself during sex. Can he trust that Aziraphale will accept him as he is?

I'm Not Over You, Can I Get Back Under? by MovesLikeBucky (E)

The trouble started right there in Berkeley Square.  Right after they decided to go to lunch. Aziraphale had taken his hand as they walked to the Ritz and time had just stopped.  And not in the overwrought, waxing poetic kind of way either. No, time had literally stopped.

Everything but Crowley had stopped.  Birds hovered in the air, the wind stayed in place, the whole nine.  Even Aziraphale had been frozen in place, smile beaming on his face mid-turn towards Crowley.

It had taken a fair bit of effort to start it back up again; then they continued on like nothing happened.  Aziraphale was smiling and talking animatedly with no idea of what had transpired, and their fingers stayed intertwined all the way to the restaurant.  It was nice, this affection thing.  He thought he might be able to get used to it. 

Earthly Pleasures by AstroGirl (E)

Aziraphale has always thought that human sex looks like a great deal of fun. Perhaps now it's something he and Crowley can enjoy together.

the voice under all silences by ShadyCakes (E)

He can’t do this.

“Can I—” he bursts, stops, overflows again. “Would it be too terribly forward of me to ask—”

This is so much. How can small words hold so much? Perhaps he can keep it in, after all. If the words can hold it, maybe he can too. Maybe he won’t crack and rupture.

Or: After the bus ride back from Tadfield and the erstwhile End of the World, Aziraphale reaches his breaking point.

- Mod D

[batslime]

copia ending a ritual: thanjk you. For coming tonight. I know living is agaony. We all try sk hard just t odie another day. Seeing you all makes it worth it. We must remmeber that there will always be cruelty in life so we must odfer kinfness to eachoteh wje ever we can. i may nto always be heer to remid s ypu. Im sorey. I lpove yuo all………..

terzo ending a ritual: YOU ALL HAVE TO FUCK EACH O T H E E E E E E E E E R