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The plants adorning Crowley’s living room in Mayfair had been enjoying a surprisingly lengthy reprieve from their master’s tortures when the tranquil, pin-drop silence was interrupted by a tumult of tumbling bodies. All at once, two vaguely human-shaped blurs crashed through the front door, pressed flush to one another in a chaotic flurry of patent leather, teased hair, and oh so much body glitter.
“Fuck...”
Crowley was reasonably sure it had been his own voice, but not quite sure enough to dissuade the thought that it was Aziraphale who had bitten out the swear between their feverish kisses. After all, it had been Aziraphale who’d greeted Crowley after his performance with a greedy kiss, who’d practically thrown him into the Bentley’s driver’s seat, who’d spent the drive from the Soho drag bar to Crowley’s flat steadily creeping a hand up Crowley’s thigh, only to abandon teasing the moment the car was in park and drag Crowley into his flat by the scruff of his bedazzled neck.
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In which Crowley fulfills two bucket list items in one night – ‘perform in drag’ and ‘get railed in drag’.
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- Part 15 of the flash bastard and the southern pansy
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“That’s it, love. Deep breaths...” Aziraphale’s voice echoed through the tenebrous sleeping chamber, his hushed tones getting caught up in the interlacing cross-beams of the vaulted Gothic ceiling.
Crowley’s sharp intake of breath made a similar journey, his teeth clenched and expression knotted with a tension that quickly disappeared as his hips settled against Aziraphale’s lap, the stifling heat of his mortal form at last filling him inside as well as out.
“Oh, look at you-” Aziraphale mused, then caught himself, shooting a half-cocked smile at his own reflection. “Well...”
Indeed, despite his lover’s presence, Aziraphale was the sole denizen of the looking glass.
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In which Father Fell takes it upon himself to explore the preternatural traits of his vampiric companion.
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Aziraphale could not stop staring at Crowley’s lips.
“Right-o.” Aziraphale breathed, hoping it made up for the fact that he hadn’t heard a word. His mind was much too focused on the delicate dip of Crowley’s cupid’s bow, the sleek cut of his opera gloves, the impossible tightness of his leotard.
The leotard which was now hanging loose off his newly-masculine chest, exposing the whole of his torso. A gasp slipped from between Aziraphale’s lips before he could catch it, and he averted his eyes, lest his sin be made evermore blatant.
Oh, dear Lord.
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In which this author/artist team explores what might have transpired if a certain demon had taken his angel’s place on a West End stage back in 1941.
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- Part 14 of the flash bastard and the southern pansy
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Aziraphale had been good. He’d arranged himself exactly as she’d asked - nude, knelt, and motionless.
“Impressive.” Crowley hummed, and Aziraphale preened under the praise even as he fought to remain still, fought against the instinct to do that adorable little hip-wiggle he so often employed when he was pleased.
After all, moving his hips would only remind him more clearly of his predicament, of his arousal standing hot and heavy between his legs, untouched for going on 8 hours now. It was a miracle none of his customers had noticed how he shifted so restlessly in his seat behind the pay-desk, how his eyes would drift to the lithe, black-clad beauty, how it only took a pointed flick of that beauty’s finger to summon Mr. Fell wherever she bade him - typically, someplace private, where he would return with a face tinged a bit more apple-red than before. It had taken a more potent miracle to keep customers from noticing the metal ring locked tight around Mr. Fell’s neck.
His Mistress really was giving no quarter tonight.
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In which Aziraphale makes himself the perfect toy for his beloved Mistress.
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- Part 13 of the flash bastard and the southern pansy
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“Ohh, what a horrendous undertaking I’ve been handed!” Aziraphale affected the highest disdain with his voice, though his expression bore nothing but mirth. “Alas, I am so unfortunately deigned to bed my gorgeous husband and make him cum until he begs me to stop! King Sisyphus truly has nothing on my plight.”
Crowley did manage a small laugh, warmth returning to his features once more. “I’m serious, y’nut, I mean...” oh, but it was so hard to talk with Aziraphale’s hands on him, especially once Aziraphale dipped down to get his lips involved, mouthing along the sensitive skin where neck became shoulder. “S-surely there’s gotta be another... fuck, another way t’... counteract this.”
Aziraphale raised his head to give Crowley a look, something that was a motley mix of confusion, adoration, amusement, and a healthy dash of pride. The hand not on Crowley’s neck swept downward, taking a greedy handful of Crowley’s ass.
“Who wants to counteract Paradise, dear boy?”
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In which Crowley’s risky forays into xenobotany finally come back to bite him in the - well, you’ll find out.
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- Part 12 of the flash bastard and the southern pansy
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the green-blooded hobgoblin and the stack of books with legs by ashaydamn
Fandom Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV), Star Trek: The Original Series
23 Mar 2024
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Right Where You Belong by MidnightMargins (Lilylikeswords)
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
15 Jul 2026
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It starts with a simple realization: Ilya likes being told he's good. Shane, naturally, decides to see where that revelation leads. Neither of them expects just how much it will change the way they understand each other.
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Ilya can pin Shane to the bed with one hand, but that doesn't mean he's the one in charge.
Bookmarked by ashaydamn
21 Jul 2026
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"What is this?" Ilya whispered while delicately thumbing the piece of fabric, or rather, a thin strip of silky cloth. It's black and cool to the touch, a little over the length of his arm, and settles on his palm pretty nicely.
"Um, I—" Shane exhales, and he moves to stride towards Ilya like a man on a mission, despite the hesitant quiver Ilya can see on his expressive eyebrows. He waits for Shane to continue. "I was wondering if…"
"If?"
"If you would like me to cover your eyes while I ride you?"
Shane comes up with a new way to make his and Ilya's sex life spicier. Ilya is happy to indulge him.
Bookmarked by ashaydamn
20 Jul 2026
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Cover art by Kirtatastic! Show them some support on tumblr, bluesky, instagram and reddit
Thank you to Goat for the beta
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- Part 2 of Polar multiverse
- Part 2 of Polar siren AU
Bookmarked by ashaydamn
11 Jul 2026
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one star at a time by is_this_my_life
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
17 Jun 2026
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Shane’s gaze was clear and steady, unwavering. It was the same look that he got on his face before he took a face off or a shot on goal—determined, his attention fully devoted to making what was happening inside his head a reality.
It was dizzying, for Ilya, to have that single-minded focus trained on him.
Or: In a bar after their All-Stars victory, Shane toys with Ilya.
Bookmarked by ashaydamn
25 Jun 2026
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and we’ll go down (the mortal way) by Kalincka
Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types
28 Dec 2021
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“You reckless fool! What on Earth did you think you were about to accomplish when you set off to find that artifact? I was worried sick!”
In which Herodotos does not take kindly to being left behind.
Bookmarked by ashaydamn
25 Jun 2026