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An Unexpected Evening [PODFIC} by Outrageous_Ring for Afraid_Industry8409
Fandoms: Good Omens - All Media Types
25 Feb 2025
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In their last semester of college, Angel and Toni have a not-so-quiet evening in after Angel gets into a fight with her fiance, Gabriel.
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The Edging Cut [PODFIC] by Outrageous_Ring for milk_teeth421
Fandoms: Good Omens - All Media Types
19 Mar 2026
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Hockey player and team captain Aziraphale Fell is in a bind, his team is one player short for the upcoming Hellfire Games. Could figure skater Anthony Crowley be the solution to his problem? Tasked with turning a figure skater into a hockey player in time for the competition, Aziraphale and Crowley may have taken on more than they can handle… on several levels.
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Crowley watches Masters of Sex.
Who knew watching his angel's doppelganger have sex on screen would make him so horny?
His angel is only to happy to indulge his wildest fantasies. -
That Kind of Love by espresso_six_shots
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
02 Jul 2024
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Crowley happens upon Aziraphale’s journals, and is overwhelmed by the number of drawings the angel has lovingly created of him throughout the ages. Curious as to how things could have been if they had confronted their feelings for one another earlier, Crowley takes Aziraphale on a tour of some of their past encounters, with predictably horny results.
Written for the r/GoodOmensAfterDark Doppelbanging event.
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More by depraveddame
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
30 Dec 2025
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Crowley finally works up the courage to attend a kink night at one of the sex clubs in the city. He's open to just about anything happening, and he's cautiously optimistic that he might find someone to hook up with or who might possibly indulge him in one of his deepest curiosities: impact play.
Almost immediately his eye is drawn to a far corner where there sits a wooden, partially padded St Andrew’s Cross and the man standing next to it. Crowley doesn’t consciously choose that corner as his first destination, but he’s heading there in any case, the feeling of eyes, both curious and appraising, landing on him from all angles as he goes.
When he comes to a stop in front of the X frame, he dips his chin in greeting, trying to think of something to say that isn’t completely idiotic or worse—
— but the man, looking up at him with a serene sort of expression, beats Crowley to it.
“Good evening, my dear,” he says, smiling in a way that touches the edges of Crowley’s fluttering heart, sweet but not too sweet. “I’m Aziraphale; I’ve not seen you here before, I don’t think. May I shake your hand?”