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(Ms. Scumptious (She/her but sometimes They/them)
Hotter than I ever thought it could be. He's an angel
Hello fellow nonbinary fanfic writer!! I love your stuff (it's low-key inspired me to get back into writing ngl) and I was wondering if I could request some Aziraphale loving? Either SFW or NSFW is okay, though I'd absolutely love to see a peek at a soft gentle dom Zira. Whatever inspires you, my friend!
notes: hey fellow enby fic writer (same hat!) It’s truly the biggest compliment I can get to see those words. Im so happy that my silly little scribbles have inspired you 💕
pairing: aziraphale x gn!reader
rating: E, very Nsft. minors DNI
“Come on, darling.”
His voice is so gentle, so loving. Like you’re the only thing at the centre of the entire world.
To win the heart of an angel is a very precious thing indeed.
Aziraphale rocks his hips further into you and you whine. You’re already sore from two orgasms, one he brought you with his hands, the other with his mouth. He’s such a giving lover. It’s always about you; but, then again, you know how much he enjoys watching you receiving pleasure—it’s a vice for him. His favourite addiction is the image of you coming on his cock.
“Please, I can’t…” you whisper, voice a reedy little mewl as he pulls out to the tip then gently presses all the way back in. He hums contentedly to himself as his cheeks grow rosy.
“You can, my dear. One more for me. Just one more.”
You reach up to paw pathetically at the beautiful fair hair on his chest. He’s so soft. Everything about him is wonderfully soft, from his dreamy eyes to the intoxicating rolls of his body. He threads his fingers through yours and begins fucking you shallowly, tiny little thrusts, just enough not to hurt your little abused hole.
No, abused is the wrong word. That means something about this isn’t gentle. It’s always gentle, but there’s never wiggle room. If you’re told by him you’re coming again, you are coming again, and he’ll guide you the whole way.
His free hand reaches down to stroke you, feather-light touches, that spot between your legs that makes you go wild. And you give into it, into him, and find your release again.
“There we go, my darling.”
Your breath hitches as your orgasm rolls over you, and you lock your legs behind his back. You feel him ride you through it and release inside you, his eyes rolling back into his head at the feeling of you clenching around him.
You sprawl out on the bed, up in the clouds with the feeling of it all. Aziraphale reaches over to kiss at your neck, careful open-mouthed things, and you wrap your arms around him too. He doesn’t pull out of you, instead letting himself soften and remain as one.
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If you're having trouble keeping up with what's going on in Palestine because of US news coverage of university protests, here are some articles you can read and a video you can watch:
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While CNN & all the other mainstream media try to paint the university protests as "pro terrorism" (which they're not, they're literally anti-war protests.) Palestinians are being slaughtered by the minute.
A group of friends and I did a one shot recently in 5e. The catch is that they play something called “Dude Squad” where the only play “dudes” (not exclusively male people, just dude mentality) and they hate all magic and magic users. They think true strength is muscles and only muscles, and have in the past encountered magic users who they then convince to give up magic.
We got told to build a level 17 character for this one shot, most of the other folks had previous Dude Squad characters to resurrect. But I didn’t really want to play a straight martial class. In my heart, spellcasters are my true class, and I didn’t really have a strong idea of what kind of character to make.
So I approached the DM and said, “Hey, I have this idea to play a character that pretends to be a martial class but is actually a magic caster?” My girlfriends character is an aasimar who thinks he’s Thor and my backstory was that after meeting him and falling for him she decided to invest heavily in deceptive magic so as not to alienate him.
And my DM. Loved it. So he helped me build an extremely custom character. Two levels in Hexblade warlock gave her a good weapon and the ability to cast disguise self pretty much nonstop to appear buffer than she actually was.
Then there was four levels in Stone sorcerer in order to get 4 sorcery points, the ability to use those points to cast using Subtle Spell and no one could tell she’s casting, and to buff her AC.
Finally there was 11 Bladesong wizard levels in order to get some attack bonuses, even more AC, extra attacks, and the ability to burn spells to take less damage.
So the whole time I was burning spell slots to recharge my sorcery points every time I cast things like Haste and Spider Climb and use my Bladesong powers. We busted through walls and smashed our way through puzzles. We lied and said my character was a Barbarian/Monk so they didn’t bat and eye when she ran on walls with spider climb, but no one noticed when even after dashing she “held onto the stone wall” without any kind of check.
The final battle: the goblin wizard boss we were fighting had cast invulnerability on himself and had our friend mind controlled. So I’m trying to cover for not attacking as I try to dispel his invulnerability. I can no longer run on walls, or make the jumps my party is making on floating platforms over a spike pit so I try to use my actions on other helpful things like tying ropes for friends in the pit. I manage to dispel the magic on our friend but I burned almost all my spells trying to secretly dispel the boss’ spell and finally we just ended up grappling and suffocating him then pummeling him to death.
But at the last moment as we’re running out of this horrible goblin mansion I’m running down a wall and my friends are climbing down. The building says there’s 6 seconds left and my very injured love interest is not gonna make it so my character shouted “Fuckfuckfuck!” Ran over and cast dimension door to bring them both to safety. (Two people got left in the blast but both survived cause Dude Power). Then I critically failed my deception about how I had used magic and came clean and everyone lost their shit when they heard what we’d done. Her final confession, after dropping her buff disguise self, was, “When I met Kathor I really liked him and he freakin’ hates magic so I just kinda figured out how to hide that I was castin’ magic cause I though we might go to pound town.”
Kathor then declared, “I’ve never had someone try so hard to get in my pants!” And swept her up and they messily made out. It was deeply satisfying the wonders that DnD can create, like making a whole class based on the lie that you’re not spellcasting.
Bit telling that for years and years evangelical religious extremists have been allowed on university campuses with their bullhorns and horrific imagery where they harass students into physical altercations and when students complain to the university’s administration they just shrug their shoulders citing freedom of speech but when those same tuition-paying students start protesting against war and genocide they call SWAT