chibiq asked: Yes hello! First off this (blog) library is quite impressive! Secondly I lost a fic I read sometime last fall and I have tried to find it forever now but alas nothing. *sigh* The premise of the fic was Angel discovered that Crowley in the early 2000’s used to do porn and he sliely starts going through all the videos while at the same time discovery the wonders of self pleasure~ it was soo GOOOD! So yes if you could help me find such a fic again I would be very grateful! Have a wonderful day✨
It was…intriguing, Aziraphale had to admit. “Curiosity killed the cat,” he told himself sternly. But then, satisfaction brought it back – wasn’t that the rest of the saying? However it went, he could already tell that he would be fretting the night away if he didn’t give in to temptation.
(Aziraphale discovers that Crowley satisfied his loneliness in the previous decade by posting intimate videos of himself online - videos that Aziraphale himself was never meant to see.)
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Omg… this.. THIS IS THE FIC! THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR FOR ALMOST 4 MONTHS!! Blesss😭💖 Thank you soooo much!
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff and Smut, Dom/sub Undertones, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare, a bunch of aftercare, I still can’t believe I managed to write smut, it just……… happened, I have no idea what I’m doing, anyway cheers, Aziraphale Has A Penis (Good Omens), Crowley Has A Penis (Good Omens), Hand Jobs, Light Bondage, crowley’s been through it, this poor boy is just utterly done, one (1) literary/art reference because I Cannot Help Myself
Summary:
Crowley was splayed across the bed above Aziraphale’s shop in very little except the silk ropes binding his wrists to the bedposts and the sheen of sweat he’d worked up over the past few hours, and making the sort of noises that generally indicated he thought he was dying.
Aziraphale was sitting between his legs with his shirt sleeves folded carefully back, and having a very nice time.
Anathema Device and Newton Pulsifer are tying the knot! They decide to invite the angel and demon duo to join in their celebration, but there is a problem. Newt doesn’t have many friends he can count on to throw him a bachelor party, so Anathema decides to help her future husband. And does so by asking the ineffable pair to plan the festivities. What could go wrong? – “Oh, thank you so much. I was really worried. I mean asking a demon and an angel to throw a bachelor party for your spouse sounds crazy, but less so than any of his other options. Just try to keep it casual, okay?” Anathema said. “Oh, um…” Had Aziraphale heard her properly? –
There was a certain look that Aziraphale wore occasionally—a pinched sort of moue that looked like he’d just taken a very large mouthful of cinnamon—which meant he thought Crowley was being ridiculous. He had put it on
“Hang on,” he had said. “You want us to do human things?”
* If you’re going to go native, you might as well go all the way.
So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing.
It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop.
“How many people don’t believe I exist?” Crowley asks in the doorway. “I’m sure no – ” Aziraphale begins, only to be cut off by Gabriel and a reluctant Newton. “Everyone.”
No one wants to say it, but the residents of Dorm A, floor 3, are collectively convinced Aziraphale Fell’s boyfriend does not exist. This is their story.
As their lunch stretches on Aziraphale slowly comes to realize that Crowley is—enjoying him. Enjoying Aziraphale’s conversation, and company, far more openly than he has in most of Aziraphale’s memory. And Aziraphale knows that he himself is just chattering on, letting conversational tangents carry him along, and—it’s definitely relief, for him, knowing for the first time in a long time that they aren’t being watched, that no one is keeping score for now.
- Aziraphale realizes that Crowley’s been saying something rather loudly for a week.
“Can you imagine ruining something so frustratingly perfect just to get a leg up with Management?” Crowley then remembers who he’s talking to and why he’s here in the first place. “Sorry, bad example, of course you can.”
There are many times Crowley comes a little too close to saying—or doing—something about how he feels. Plenty of times he finds himself dangerously close to getting too close to Aziraphale, stepping into his personal space and waiting to see how he reacts before getting even closer, so close there’s not enough space between them even for God—that damned ineffable bastard—to interfere.
Anthony J. Crowley’s life seems like it’s finally falling into place: his floral shop has begun to gain an undercurrent of appreciation in the design elite of London, and he might have even finally found a boyfriend who looks just right lounging on his Tenreiro sofa. Things seem almost perfect, until one day the empty shop across the street is leased to frumpy fellow Oxford alumni, who doesn’t seem to remember Crowley nearly as well as he remembers him, which really shouldn’t bother him as much as it does - it was ten years ago after all, and it wasn’t even that good of a kiss.
CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan. AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we? CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all. AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous. CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not.
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Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast.
But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?
Crowley arrives injured at Aziraphale’s door. He takes care of him, reads him an awful lot of Mary Oliver, and knits elaborate metaphors for his insecurities (literally).
‘Drive safe, don’t open that. Aziraphale watches Crowley there, his cupped hands around this thermos of holy water. This carcrash ruin wrapped up in his chest. Just this bit of holy water and a scrap of undrownable paper with the single line please, I love you.’
Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens) Additional Tags: food and sex, Anal Sex, Sex, Kitchen Sex, Crowley So Indulges Aziraphale, Did I mention sex?, 666 Fics Fics Fics (Good Omens), Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Sensual Play, Idiots in Love, Strawberries Series: Part 9 of 666 Fics Summary:
Aziraphale thinks it would be great foreplay to eat fruit off Crowley’s body. Crowley is a little less sure about that.
(This story has been redone due to some issues with it. The actual story part is 666 words. The rest is an author’s note explaining what I edited and why I did it.)
Summary: The angel fidgets again, unable to meet the demon’s eyes. “It’s…it’s not just a feeling for me, Crowley. It’s a…desire. It’s something I want to do.” He licks his lips unconsciously, missing how the demon’s hungry eyes follow his tongue. “It’s something I’m ready to do. Or…at least try.”
Crowley’s whole body freezes up. He can imagine the demon’s wide eyes behind his sunglasses, especially when he practically squeaks, “With me?”
Aziraphale can’t help smiling at that, taking a bold step forward and, even bolder, touching Crowley’s forearm. “Yes, my dear,” he says fondly, “with you. Only you.”
Trigger Warnings: Snakes (mentioned), forked tongues, fangs, internalized fat-shaming, body image issues, possessive behavior. Let me know if I missed anything!
In which Aziraphale really wants Crowley to punch his V-card and Crowley is definitely DTF…so long as Aziraphale is willing to overlook one little anatomical quirk.
A list of Aziraphale x Crowley Human AUs that I read and enjoyed. Really just wanted to have them all in one place. Most of the WIPs are updated, a few of them I think may be abandoned. General or Teen:
Hey! Name's Kaitlin, but you can call me Kate or Chi/Chibi. 28 and Bi as hell! I enjoy drawing, singing, Good Omens, and chatting with my friends. So if ya ever wanna chat you know where to find me.
