A podfic of Kalpurna's work. Aziraphale has an unexpected house guest. Crowley disapproves.

Fraternizing (Good Omens podfic)

Podfic of attheborder's work, Greatest Hits, with songs by the author. 

“But my dear, I just can’t believe you never told me that you had joined a musical group. I would have come out to support you— at your gigs!” 

“First of all, never say ‘gigs’ again. Second of all, not my fault you never noticed when I showed up to dinner with a great big guitar case slung over my shoulder.”

(Aziraphale accidentally discovers Crowley’s secret: he was in a band in the 90s. And he wrote a whole album of love songs…)

Greatest Hits (Good Omens podfic)

“Darling,” Aziraphale answered. “I’m here.” His hand stroked through Crowley’s hair, teasing out the snarls of red that tangled around his fingers, matted with sweat and knotted where Crowley had thrashed his head against the pillows. “Can you turn over for me, love?”

Weakly, Crowley’s eyes flickered down, and he saw the angel blushing, as if now, suddenly, of all things, he had succumbed to reticence. He was sat back on his knees, legs under him, belly and thighs wet with come, and the soft accordion folds of him were dewy with sweat and moonlight.

His heart constricting somewhere in his useless chest, Crowley turned over, and spread his legs.

Let The Rivers Fill

Crowley heard Aziraphale swallow. “One moment, please.” Crowley listened as Aziraphale put the phone down. He imagined that it was probably an antique; Aziraphale didn’t like anything that had been invented more recently than the rotary phone. Crowley heard a loud click, unmistakably the sound of Aziraphale locking the door to his hotel room. Encouraged, Crowley drifted a hand over his cock, which was beginning to strain against his trousers.

Phone Sex

Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: The world had failed to end over a year ago, and Heaven and Hell hadn't so much as looked sideways at them since the kidnapping. As they had taken six thousand years to plan the apocalypse, and their first move against Crowley and Aziraphale had failed so miserably, the duo had assumed they had more than a little bit of time to relax before they had to start watching their backs again. Crowley had moved his flat into the upstairs of the bookshop – quite literally, much to Aziraphale's dismay to find one afternoon – and life had continued on exactly the way it shouldn't have: happily.
Unfortunately, the ever after part proves trickier after only a year.
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20320441/chapters/48177760#workskin
Music:  Serious Business by Patrick Hawes

In All Things, Balance

In All Things, Balance 4

In All Things, Balance 2

In All Things, Balance 1

For all the years Crowley has longed for him, he never allowed himself to actually imagine kissing Aziraphale. It would only have made it worse, imagining what he could never have, but now that Aziraphale’s lips are on his, curving slightly upwards as the angel pulls back for a second, only to kiss him again, sucking on the swollen flesh of his bottom lip, teeth just adding the smallest sting to the pleasure, Crowley knows he won’t ever be able to think of anything else.

A Bolt From The Heavens

Rating: Teen and Up
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19969099
Summary:  The looming threat of searing pain and the memory of blood pouring out of his mouth is enough of a deterrent to keep Crowley from ever daring to attempt saying the word Love again but nothing -
not even God Herself -
could stop him from showing it.
Music:  Waltz On A Tightrope by Gerant Wunder and Dorothee Badant

it's high time that you love me

There were whole worlds of pleasure Aziraphale knew nothing about. The idea of introducing Aziraphale to so much new temptation and delight had Crowley hard and aching already. And the idea of making Aziraphale lose control, of unraveling him at the seams until he spilled out into Crowley’s hands, made his mouth water. He swallowed. "Please. Let me show you."

Working Hard In Damp Places

Aziraphale puts his hand on top of Crowley’s and Crowley can feel the blood drain from his head. His face feels hot and his eyeballs hurt and the room starts to close in. The last thing Crowley knows is the sensation of his knees hitting the floor as he slithers out of his chair.

Original fic available at https://archiveofourown.org/works/21399634.

Let The Rivers Fill

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