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  1. Public Bookmark 51

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    The Serpent of Eden happens to catch the Angel of the Eastern Gate fondling himself under the Tree of Knowledge, and he becomes very curious about it. Shenanigans ensue as two immortal idiots awkwardly (but enthusiastically) try to figure out their own bodies.

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    29 Sep 2020

  2. Public Bookmark 63

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    Crowley couldn’t understand any of this. He couldn’t fathom Aziraphale actually wanting this, enjoying this. How long had Aziraphale wanted this and why had he finally acted tonight of all nights? Was Crowley going to have to don his best suit and burn his feet every night from here to the end of the world? Because God knew he would.
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    On the night a church is bombed and books are saved, Aziraphale gives in to what he wants. Crowley can't understand it but is more than willing to follow wherever the angel will lead him.

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    18 Sep 2020

  3. Public Bookmark 19

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    A Good Omens NSFW collection - Top! Crowley / Bottom! Aziraphale of my artwork.
    It will update if I have new NFSW idea.
    Other safes artworks are uploaded on Instagram and Twitter @mewmew027
    Please don't repost my NSFW artwork!!!!!

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    16 Sep 2020

  4. Public Bookmark 92

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    09 Sep 2020

  5. Public Bookmark 44

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    His mind drifts.  Drifts to thoughts of long fingers straightening a necktie, firm and yet gentle.  Purposeful in their precision.  Drifts to thoughts of green and navy.  Thoughts of lean well-turned calves hidden under that tartan pattern.  Drifts to a mop of crimson hair, blending to a rust red beard.  He wonders if it would be scratchy or soft; how it would feel against the soft skin of his neck as whispers are carried into his ear, spoken on a forked and silver tongue.

    His grip on the desk tightens, the wood underneath groans.  Five thirty-one.

    He’s late.

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    06 Sep 2020

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