One of the elderly patrons I work with regularly signs off phone conversations with, "I hope there are angels on your pillow." And I'm like girl you have no idea
The bookshop smelled of old paper and ink, with a touch of whatever celestial magic Aziraphale exuded. You sat curled up in one of the armchairs, an ancient tome resting in your lap, as you felt the weight of the day shift into something lighter. Crowley lounged on the couch, sunglasses perched on his nose despite the dim lighting, while Aziraphale fussed over a tea set that had no doubt been sitting on the counter for at least a century.
The golden glow of the bookshop’s lamps bathed everything in warmth, casting long shadows that flickered gently as if responding to the very presence of those within. It was a place untouched by time, as eternal as the two beings who had made it their sanctuary.
"Love, you didn't have to prepare tea again," you murmured, watching Aziraphale pour with practiced care.
"Nonsense! Tea is always a necessity in times of reflection," he replied, voice warm and certain. "Besides, I quite enjoy the ritual."
Crowley snorted from his spot, stretching his long legs over the armrest. "You just like having an excuse to fuss."
Aziraphale shot him a look but said nothing, instead offering you a delicate cup. You accepted it, relishing the warmth against your palms. The scent of chamomile and honey filled the air, soothing in a way that only Aziraphale’s tea could be. You traced the rim of the cup with your finger, savoring the quiet moment.
It was in these quiet moments that you felt the fullness of what you had—a love that stretched beyond the constraints of time, gender, and expectation. Some days, you felt more aligned with one identity than another, and never once had either of them questioned it. Instead, they adapted as seamlessly as the universe itself, as if it had always been meant to be this way.
Crowley tilted his head at you, expression unreadable beneath his ever-present shades. "Feeling all right, angel?" he asked, voice lower, more careful now.
"Yes," you answered, taking a sip of tea. "Just thinking."
"Dangerous pastime," he muttered, earning a soft chuckle from Aziraphale.
"I was just… appreciating you both. The way you make space for me, no matter what shape or form I take."
Aziraphale's expression softened as he reached for your hand, fingers brushing over yours in a reassuring touch. "Oh, dear heart, of course. You are you, in every form, in every time."
Crowley, who rarely voiced sentimental things unless he absolutely had to, smirked before shifting closer, pressing his ankle against yours. "We'd be idiots not to."
There was something weighty yet gentle in the way Crowley said it—an admission, a promise, wrapped up in his usual snark. He was not one for grand declarations, but the things he did say carried the weight of millennia behind them.
Aziraphale gave your hand a gentle squeeze before leaning back with a contented sigh. "You know, I've often thought about how lucky we are. Through all the chaos, all the near-apocalypses, and celestial politics, we've managed to find something rare. Something that isn't dictated by Heaven or Hell."
Crowley huffed, resting his chin in his hand. "Yeah, well. The Almighty and the Adversary can get bent. We made our own rules a long time ago."
You grinned, shifting so your legs dangled over the arm of the chair, leaning into the comfort of the space. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."
The shop settled into a familiar hush, the kind of peaceful silence that only comes when words are no longer necessary. Crowley, despite his usual reluctance for stillness, let his fingers lazily trace over yours where they rested against the upholstery. Aziraphale, ever indulgent, watched the both of you with a kind of fondness that could soften even the hardest of hearts.
And for that moment, the world outside—chaotic, unpredictable, demanding—ceased to exist. There was only the three of you, entwined in a love that defied definition, stretched across eternity, and held firm in the quiet sanctity of a bookshop that smelled of ink, magic, and endless possibility.
summary: a quick trip to Scotland to retrieve a book quickly turns into something a little less innocent...
cw: 18+ only!! smut asf, dirty talk, the Bentley being used for unholy reasons, thigh riding, reader pronouns not specified but 'good girl' is used, very slight hair pulling, switch!Aziraphale and switch!reader, dom!Crowley, handjobs, hickeys/bruises
word count: 1.1k
A/N: my first fic! (on this account, anyway) and we're straight into the smut hehe. I may or may not have started a part 2 so let me know if you wanna read that too. happy reading😈
You and that sweet-talking Angel of yours have somehow managed to convince Crowley to let you borrow his beloved Bentley to the Scottish highlands. Aziraphale caught wind of a particular first-edition that he just had to get his wings on. He was practically begging Crowley to take his car, and you have never been to Scotland so hoped to accompany him. Needless to say, after some heavy praise and the two of you worshipping him in bed, he reluctantly agreed.
You admire the hilly landscape on your left, and the angelic being on your right.
“Darling, you’re staring again.” His eyes don’t leave the road as he speaks. Such a soft voice, you think. But only you know just how filthy his mouth can get.
“I can’t help it,” you coo, “you look so good driving Crowley’s car.” You bite your lip, of which Aziraphale catches a glimpse of. You know the smallest gestures that get him shifting in his seat. You smirk to yourself. Slowly, your hand caresses his gorgeous thigh, moving ever so slightly higher and higher, until-
“Oh-” Aziraphale releases a heavy breath once you reach his crotch, palming him over his trousers as you feel him beginning to harden under your touch.
“My sweet Angel is already getting hard for me.” You purr into his ear. He whimpers, and writhes in his confinements, groaning at the friction.
When he has become completely hard, you lick your lips and remove your hand. He audibly whines at the loss of your touch.
“God, what are you doing to me?” You’re not sure if he said ‘God’ because he hears you say it so much, or because he’s actually asking, but there are times when Aziraphale becomes so worked up that a blasphemy or two will escape his sweet lips. And you’re not complaining.
You leave Aziraphale high and dry for the rest of the ride, eager fantasising about what’ll happen once you arrive, every so often sneaking peeks at his full blown erection from within his trousers and the way he has a light shine of sweat over his beautiful face. You squeeze your thighs together in anticipation.
You shift over to the driver’s seat while Aziraphale is retrieving his book, watching him through the window with your bottom lip between your teeth, ready to pull off as soon as he sits down. With so much energy and excitement pulsing from your head down to your core, you need him here and now.
Except it can’t be here.
“My dear, why are you sitting in the driver’s seat?” Aziraphale asks through the window. “You know I’m a much safer driver. You drive like Crowley.”
“Oh, my angel, you’ll be fine. Now get in the damned car.” You reply with a knowing smirk.
You whiz through the roads, barely sparing a couple of oblivious pedestrians. Aziraphale hides behind his book.
Finally, you find a secluded parking area overlooking a beautiful Scottish view just as the sun has set. As the sky is growing darker, so are your eyes.
“Get in the back seat.” You order Aziraphale. He can’t help the twitch of his cock at your tone and does as you say. As you climb over to straddle his lap, he moves your hips so you're just straddling just one of his thighs. Your eyes widen with lust and you let out a small moan just at the idea of what’s about to happen. He leans his lips to your ear as he pulls your hair back slightly.
“I’m in charge now, my dear.” He whispers, before moving to kiss and nibble at your neck.
“Fuck, yes Angel.” You moan breathlessly as your head falls back. With a snap of his fingers, you are suddenly left in just your underwear. He grips onto your hips and begins guiding your heat over his thigh. The friction is delicious and you begin to grind harder against him, moaning at the sensation. Aziraphale lets out a groan at the sight of you like this, beginning to leave your wetness on his trousers. You can see the tent beginning to form, so you run your fingers over his clothed crotch and let them slide beneath the waistband. This time Aziraphale lets his head fall against the back seat and you descend your lips to his neck, sucking just under his ear enough to leave a mark. You kiss the bruise you’ve left and hum at the sinful sight of a hickey on your Angel. His grip gets tighter on your hips, surely leaving bruises of his own.
You begin stroking his length faster as you begin to reach your climax. He tenses his thigh more to intensify your pleasure. It’s all breathy moans and each other's names on your tongues.
He pulls your hand from his cock and leans it on his shoulder. He’s always enjoyed being able to truly bask in your pleasure with no distractions.
“Fuck, Aziraphale, this feels so good, I’m so close.” You’re breathless and moaning as you grind harder and faster. Aziraphale, one hand still on your hip, takes the other to lightly brush your hair behind your ear.
“Come for me, my dear. Fuck, that’s it. Good girl.”
His dirty words send you over the edge and have you coming undone hard on his thigh.
“Aziraphale, Angel, fuck!” You almost scream it feels that heavenly. You ride out your orgasm with your mouth wide and face contorted by pleasure. You collapse against his chest, lazily reaching back down for his still aching cock. He groans and deeply chuckles, and you can feel the resonance from his chest.
“I like when you let sin fall from your lips, Angel.” You purr, using your thumb to lightly tug on his lower lip. There’s so much lust in his eyes that you would never be able to tell that he’s one of Heaven’s ones.
“It’s because you tempt it out of me.” You feign shock at his remark. “Oh, come on, darling, you can’t pretend that you don’t have a little of the Devil in you.”
You bite your lip. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
A crackle of the radio interrupts the moment. Except you’re not expecting Crowley’s voice.
“Well, aren’t you two a salacious pair? Remember, I can feel everything that happens to and in this car. So imagine my surprise when I’m locking up your bookshop and suddenly I’m hard as a rock.” His words surprise you and your hand comes to your mouth, failing to hide your grin of excitement from your Demon’s words.
“Oh. Oh dear.” Aziraphale musters.
“Oh dear indeed, Angel.” You can hear Crowley’s gritted teeth through the speaker of the car and you chuckle with your lip between your teeth. “And don’t think I can’t tell that your hand is still wrapped around Aziraphale’s cock, my love.”
“Crowley, don’t be so- oh, Heavens.” Aziraphale moans as you suddenly tighten your grip and work your hand faster.
In which the Reader finds out Aziraphale and Crowley are Supernatural entities and has a fair few questions for them.
Requests are: OPEN
“So… let me get this straight,” you say, “those are not coloured contacts… Zira, you’re an Angel, and Crowley is a Demon.” You blink as though it will clear the shock and confusion from your system. “And not as in cutesy pet names ‘Angels’ and ‘Demons.’ Real, biblical, Heaven and Hell ‘Angels and Demons.’” Oh, you might just faint if you weren’t careful.
Crowley sticks his bottom lip out thoughtfully for a moment, swishing his wine around in his glass. “‘Bout sums it up, yeah.”
You let out an exasperated sound that’s not quite a word but not quite a formless sound either. Your hand comes up to rub at your forehead. A habit you’ve grown into. You were going to get wrinkles if you weren’t careful.
“I don’t- what do you mean,” you reply, frustration eating at your brain. “I have so many questions.”
Aziraphale smiles comfortingly, patting his lap. They’re both sitting on a two seater lounge next to each other- Crowley splayed out in his usual fashion. You let out a little noise of protestion before immediately caving and going to lay across the two of them, head in Aziraphale’s lap.
The headache immediately eases, and you wonder just how much Aziraphale had to do with it. Anything was possible, right? And now you were thinking about it, all of your aches and pains mysteriously disappeared when he was near. Odd, but suddenly making a whole lot more sense.
“Oh, my dear,” he coos, one hand coming up to play with your hair softly. “I know it’s hard to understand. Humans aren’t quite as aware of us as they used to be.” He looked to Crowley, who was downing some more of his wine ever-so-helpfully. “Crowley, love, do you remember back at the beginning- the Human’s recognised us as Angels and Demons by sight? It’s certainly not like that anymore.”
“Mm, right,” Crowley replied, laying a hand over your legs and shifting them more comfortably for you onto his lap and not seeming a might bit bothered by the idea that humans did not recognise him by sight anymore. “You have questions, then?”
You flustered for a moment, looking between the two of them.
“Are you allowed to answer things?” You ask cautiously. You didn’t want to get them in trouble. Could they get in trouble?
“Uh, sure,” Crowley shrugged, setting his empty glass down on the side table. He propped his elbow on the back of the lounge so he could face towards you.
“Is… God real?” You asked with another moments hesitation.
“Oh, yes,” Aziraphale replied, a reverent look on his face. “Most definitely, I’ve spoken with her once or twice.”
You swallowed thickly and thought you might just move on from that line of questioning. The implications of what that meant were astronomical and way too much to focus on right now.
“Do pets go to Heavan? Oh, please say yes.”
Crowley chuckled and gave the outside of your thigh a comforting pat.
“Yes, love, pets go to Heavan. I believe they have a rather nice park, too,” Aziraphale smiled, brushing his thumb between your eyebrows to ease the tension there.
“And- how old are you, really, then?”
“Oh, we’re about six thousand years old,” Crowley says tiredly. You can empathise. Six thousand years is a long time. You’d be tired, too. You rub a hand down across your face, snuggling into Aziraphale’s tummy a little. “We’ve been here since the beginning.”
“Since the beginning? Wait- does that mean- what about the Dinosaurs?”
Crowley looks at you with a sly grin.
“That might’ve been us, I’m afraid, love.” You eye him in a way that says what-exactly-does-that-mean? To which he laughs, and replies, “it’s a joke Humanity hasn’t got yet.”
You groan and cover your eyes, horrified by the information that has now been shoved at you. You don’t know what to do about any of this information.
“Oh, dear, Crowley,” Aziraphale chuckles, looking down at you with such love. “I think we might have broke our favourite human.”
Crowley squeezes your thigh and chuckles. “Mm, unfortunate. Might have to get a new one, eh, Angel? What do you think?”
“I rather think you might be right,” the literal Angel replies softly. You glare up at the two of them between your fingers, “but I do quite like this one.”
Crowley reaches over to pull one hand away from your face, bringing it to his lips to kiss softly. You cheeks heat at the intimate look in his eyes. His, you now realise- entirely real eyes and not at all contact covered. You lose yourself in them for a moment as he rubs your knuckles, lips pressing into the skin.
“Will you tell me something?” You ask, brushing a finger over Crowley’s cheek. “Something interesting you’ve done. I’m sure six thousand years worth of stories is a lot.”
“Mm,” Crowley replied thoughtfully. “I suppose we do. As long as it’s not the fourteenth century. I hated the fourteenth century,” he makes a face. You filed that away to ask about another time.
“Oh, I know,” Aziraphale said, cheeks about to burst with the strength of his smile. “Shall we talk about the court of Henry the eighth?”
Crowley lets out a barely contained bark of a laugh. “Oh, yes. Now that was an interesting assignment. Bit close to the fourteenth, though,” he added with a hint of a warning.
“You’ll live,” Aziraphale brushed him off as he began to tell you all the interesting tid-bits that only someone who was there at the time could tell you about.
The three of you talked for several hours about different eras of history. You asking questions, Aziraphale being quite factual, and Crowley adding all the juicy facts and drama into the mix to keep things interesting.
As it turned out, they had a lot of information about a lot of things, and you were looking forward to asking them questions about everything under the sun, before the sun, and everything in between.
pairings: crowley x angel!reader, gn!reader (aziracrow x reader if you squint)
summary: having stood through the testaments of time, as Heaven and Hell's forces and anger grow closer every day, you and Crowley must both make a choice but what fateful consequences lie in store for star-crossed lovers
cw: hurt/comfort, lotta hurt tho, angst,
wc: 4.5k
a/n: UPDATED ON 9/23!!!! inspo came from a dream, romeo + juliet, and 'romeo' by until the ribbon breaks. working on a masterlist currently and hope to get it up soon. tysm for your support and enjoy :)
The party was in full swing and you found yourself getting lost within the noise of William Shakespeare's famous parties. You were currently backstage in one of the parlors where you, Crowley, and Aziraphale had joined Shakespeare and his fellow actors and other socialites in celebrating another successful opening night.
"I mean it, William. You are just absolutely brilliant, I mean you're ability to capture human emotion and spirit, well it's just marvelous!" Aziraphale had spent the better half of the night praising the poet as he truly felt starstruck by his talent.
"Yea, yea the blokes alright. You should've seen him when he was just starting out, now the bastard his own theatre." Crowley sneered as they took another sip of the mead they carried in their hand.
"He's more than alright, you can admit that. He's quite the poet." You look at them with an amused smirk as though daring them to disagree.
" 'O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night', trust me love, I would not be here had you and Aziraphale put up such a fight," the demon recites almost mockingly.
"Now look who's the poet?"
"Enjoying ourselves are we dear?" Aziraphale shakes you from your thoughts as he appears before you and Crowley sort of breathless.
"Seems like you are, Angel," Crowley quips back.
"Oh just marvelous really. The talent that the Almighty has given some of these actors is just beyond words! I've even been invited to the opera to see one actor perform! Oh, I do believe I see "Mercutio" across the room. Excuse me- Mercutio!"
As Aziraphale makes his way back into the crowd of stifled bodies, you turn your head back to peer at Crowley as they take a seat onto a plush red velvet couch. Sinking into the couch, they spreads their legs open wide, almost invitingly.
"The opera? I like the sound of that." Eyebrows raising, creasing their forehead as they peer at you through dark glasses. With a free hand they tap their thigh, inviting you in. You happily take it as you make yourself comfortable upon it, head falling upon their shoulder.
"You know what I like the sound of? Silence. I do believe that I am beginning to overstay my welcome," you sigh tiredly as you study the side of their face. Finding your eyes tracing the tattooed snake just beside their ear.
"Oh come on, what are you talking about? The fun's just barely begun. Plus I've heard rumors of what really goes on in Will's study, if you know what I mean," their hold on you becomes tighter as they wiggles their eyebrows suggestively.
"Crowley, c'mon be serious," you protested.
"I am! You're gonna tell me that doesn't peak even the tiniest bit of your interest?"
"What? No. Crowley, I mean it. I'm heading back home, need to step away for the night."
The demon fully turns their face to look at you for a second and as they look into your tired eyes, they let out a sigh, defeated that only you could make them change their mind and make them bend in ways they never though possible. Defeated that you were their soft spot.
"Alright, let's go love," they sigh as they pull the both of you onto your feet. Taking a hold of your hand, they guide you through the crowd as the two of you make your way outside of the theatre and back onto the streets of London. You knew Aziraphale would be fine on his own, as he had no intention of his ending his night anytime soon, thoroughly enjoying himself in the presence of talented artists. Crowley maintained an arm wrapped around your shoulder as the two of you walked on cobblestone until the bookshop finally came into view.
"Home sweet home," Crowley announces as the two of you make your way inside the dimly lit bookshop. Taking your coat off, you blow out the remaining candles that had been lit prior to your departure and made your way upstairs to your bedroom. You heard Crowley trailing not too far behind, and as you make your way into your bedroom you look behind to see them leaning against the doorframe.
"You can come in Crowley, you know that." You softly smile as you find their sheepish behavior rather odd.
"Nah i'm good, I was thinkin' of taking off. Just wanted to make sure you were alright s'all."
Having known Crowley since the dawn of creation, you knew when they were deceiving you.
"Crowley?"
"Hmm?"
"Come inside, dear."
"Well alright, I mean if you insist," the demon blows a puff of air before making their way inside, shutting the door behind them.
They made themself comfortable as you got dressed for bed. You felt Crowley's eyes burning on you with your every move, and the fact alone made heat creep its way up your face. Turning to face them again, you saw them burrowed beneath the multiple blankets that draped your bed. Making your way beneath them, you slide in beside Crowley but still left enough roof to distance the two of you.
"Any particular reason you're so far?" The demon quips as their yellow eyes quizzingly look into yours.
"Didn't know if you wanted me to be that close."
"You know me better than anyone, y/n. You know the distance never made a difference to me, love." With that they pull you closer until you're engulfed in their body heat as you remained pressed against their side.
It wasn't unusual for you and the demon to be close like this, in fact in ways it was one of the reasons your bond with each other was so strong. Crowley, for better or for worse, craved physical touch. Having been deprived of it in their time in Hell, the only time they ever felt the touch of another is when pain and violence would be awaiting on the other side of it. With you it was different, it was their way of demonstrating emotions where words failed him. Most days it would be small things like a hand placed on the small of your back, or their hand laying gently on your knee whenever you sat near, but tonight it was different. By the way they had been handsy all night and with the distant look in their eyes as they stared up at the ceiling, you knew something was up.
"Crowley?"
"Hmm," they hum back in acknowledgement, eyes still fixed on the ceiling.
"What's on your mind?"
Crowley remains still for a minute, holding in a breath of ancient dread as they pondered over how to encapsulate the overwhelmingly conflicting emotions they were feelings, emotions they've felt since the Fall.
"S'nothing, you just get some sleep," they mutter, hoping to whisk away your concern as a way of sparing them from having to confront their emotions.
"Crowley..."
"Y/n?"
"I know when you're lying to me. I can sense that your mind is elsewhere, talk to me."
You pull back from where you laid and propped yourself up on your elbow, in order to fully look at him. Raising your other hand you softly run it through their locks before hooking a hand underneath their chin, turning their face to look at you.
"I'm here," you whisper.
Crowley's eyes search yours and they're met with nothing but adoration. The twinkle of the very stars they've created were nothing but a pale comparison to the light of hope that glimmered in your eyes. The light that no matter how hard they tried to run from, they always found themself running home to.
"It's the torment."
"From?"
"From the fall. Seems silly to dwell on something so ancient, but those demons, that torture..." their voice wavers as dread aches through their spine, "i guess it never really goes away."
Words die on your lips as your heartaches for the pain Crowley's been through. They never talked about what torture awaited for them in Hell after the Fall, but as an angel you could only imagine the suffering that was Crowley's fate.
You hadn't realized how silent you had been until Crowley shifts to sit upright. Mirroring their actions you move to face them and you see the way they try to hide from you as Crowley buries their face within their hands.
"Crowley, I understand I won't ever know what you feel, but one thing I do know is that you don't deserve to live in that pain. Something so vast as the darkness of the universe before you illuminated it with your creation." You gently wrap your hands around their wrists and pull them away to reveal Crowley's eyes reddened from silent tears.
"Let me walk with you, in that darkness."
"You could get lost in it," they shake their head, sniffling as they feel vulnerable by the transparency of their emotions.
"Then let me be lost in it, as long as I'm lost with you." You brush their hair back before your hands softly caress the side of their face.
"It would be your sin, I would be your sin." Crowley's hands creep their way up to your side as they hold onto you tightly, afraid you would realize the wickedness that lies within them and leave in disgust. The space between you and Crowley had shrunk as your foreheads pressed together. Your eyes never left theirs as the pain behind their serpent eyes sought refuge in you. You could feel their warm breath fanning over your lips, and for just a second you dare to move your gaze to look at his lips. Lips that looked so soft and tempting to draw you in. You didn't miss the way Crowley had also flickered to look at yours as well, so when your eyes meet again you felt a certain clarity wave afront as the feelings for the demon you held in your hands could no longer be buried.
"If sin be from thy lips then thus with a kiss I die."
Your words fall as a whispered prayer onto Crowley's ear as you close the spaces between and capture their lips into a soft kiss. After overcoming initial shock, Crowley's lips moved with yours in something so sweet as a sacrament. Yet that sweetness quickly turned into hunger as they kissed back fiercely, hungry for more and you were willing to be devoured whole. The burning within your lungs became too strong and you pulled away. Resting your forehead against Crowley's, as you both caught your breath you look into their eyes and see the mischievous light that you had sorely missed.
"You're in for it this time, love. A whole new world of sin," Crowley rasped lowly, as a wicked smile grew on their face.
"Very well then, give me my sin again."
It's been 423 years since that fateful night that would change the trajectory of Crowley and yours relationship forever. You loved each other in secret, while finding freedom in your relationship on Earth, both of you still feared the consequences you would face if either of your sides caught wind of the true nature of your relationship. It seemed that your relationship only got better with time, Armageddon was a testament of that. With the help of Aziraphale, the two of you managed to prevent a destructive war between Heaven and Hell, and remained living on Earth amongst the crowds of humans whose lives had been spared by your hands. Yet, despite this somewhat happy ending, Crowley knew that the fight wasn't over just.
"If you would just listen to me for once y/n, you would see that we are in danger."
"You're being irrational, Crowley. There is no war!"
Your voice had gone raw from how long you and Crowley had been screaming at each other. Crowley was trying to convince you that Heaven and Hell were conspiring and would be back for their revenge, and soon. You however were stuck in your stubbornness and were determined that their was no danger in sight.
Even with their shades on, you could feel the intensity of Crowley's glare as they stared back at you wide-eyed in disbelief that you could be this blind. Pacing the kitchen floor of his apartment, they pinched the bridge of their nose, trying to calm themselves down even though it felt it was useless.
"Y/n, listen to me," they say lowly, "you, Aziraphale, and I are in trouble. The longer we spend on Earth the longer we walk around with a target on our backs waiting to be killed."
"Crowley please, enough of this," you wave your arms impatiently as you pleaded with them with desperate eyes.
Crowley walks across the kitchen island and stand in front of you, holding your arms tightly within his grasp.
"Come with me."
"What?"
"Come with me. We can leave this place while we still have a chance. We can travel amongst the universe and settle down on any other planet. We can have a new start, turn a new page."
"Crowley, we're fine. I promise there is no danger he-"
"No, but you're wrong y/n, because there is!"
You flinch at the boom of their voice as their hands tighten around you. Fear flashing your eyes as you let out a sharp hiss from their tight grip that burned your skin.
"Crowley! Stop, you're scaring me." You manage to free yourself from their grasp. Breathing heavily, you stare at them frozen in fear, unable to recognize Crowley for the first time.
Crowley's faced drop and seeing the fear that they had instilled in you made their body slack and and a weighted dread sink into their stomach. Averting your eyes as you rubbed over the spots where they once held you, they could feel their heart break. The very hands that they swore to use to protect you, had been the same ones to hurt you. As you hesitated to look back up at the demon, when your eyes met and you saw the inner turmoil within their serpent eyes, you imagined the darkness that Crowley's mind was spiring down upon.
"Crowley I-"
"Don't." They stumble backwards distancing themself, afraid of what else they might do, afraid of hurting you again.
Crowley never meant to hurt you, and deep down you knew this. You two had your fair share of arguments over the course of millenniums but they never once lost control of their emotions and hurt you in the way they just did. Even as Crowley heard your thoughts, reassuring them that they weren't wicked and a danger, it wasn't enough. You knew the risks of being with a demon, and they were always afraid that one day you'd decide that being with them was a mistake and that you'd walk out of their life forever. And now, seeing you in this light, seeing that he hurt you and could hurt you, that scared them more than anything.
"There are somethings that'll never change."
Crowley swiftly made way for the door, feeling the walls of the apartment closing in on them. The shouts of Crowley's name as you quickly followed them fell on deaf ears. You're meet with the pouring rain as you follow Crowley outside into the driveway, the lightning being the only thing illuminating the night sky. The growing rolls of thunder seemed to match your quickened heartbeat as your anxiety grew with Crowley's distancing stride.
"Crowley, please!" Your voice comes out strained as you desperately cry out to Crowley. Opening the drivers side, Crowley stiffens as though fighting with themself to stay or go. Looking back at you, their red locks clinging to their face as their face scrunched in anguish, heart breaking more as they saw the pained look on your face.
"As long as you're with me, you will always be in danger."
The memory of Crowley driving away and leaving you behind replayed in your mind all throughout the night. Flashing days and sleepless nights passed as Crowley consumed your thoughts, unable to hide from the pain that their absence caused. This being the farthest things escalated in your relationship, you clung onto hope that there was a way to come back from this. That Crowley would come back and you could find a way to move past this together.
As days turned into weeks, you felt the hope that once burned so brightly begin to snuff out into smoke as you faced the probable reality that Crowley would never return and that you were left on your own. Well not completely on your own. After noticing how silent things had been from you and Crowley, Aziraphale decided to check in. Unaware of the mess that he would stumble upon, he felt blindsided from the state of things, heart broken too in the wake of Crowley's absence. Yet, seeing your severely distressed state, the angel put his emotions aside in order to attend to you. He took you within his care, hoping to help bring the light back in your eyes and comfort you until Crowley could come back.
Padding down the wooden hallway floors, you rub the fatigue of another sleepless night from your eyes as Aziraphale's door comes into view. Pressing an ear against the door, you found the silence on the other side of the door rather odd as he was usually up by this hour. Knocking lightly against the wooden door, you await to hear a stir yet when you get no response, you open the door to make your way in. Walking inside, the sleeping frame of Aziraphale's body come into view as he begins to stir from the noise of your intrusion.
"Y/N? Is everything alright, dear?" The angels voice come out raspy, fresh from sleep.
"Yea, i'm okay," you croak out, voice weary.
He looks at you for a moment, curious as to your sudden intrusion, not that he was bothered but that it was out of character for you to come to him so early in the day. With slow movements, Aziraphale slowly rises from bed, tightening the robe around himself as he made his way to the window. With a tug, the suns rays engulf the room as it casts its warm light throughout the space. Aziraphale closes his eyes, as though in silent gratitude prayer, and basks in the suns warmth. Looking at him, you can't help but feel a stillness in his beauty, especially with the way the sunlight illuminates his face and casts a celestial orange glow around him. Making him look even more angelic if that were even possible.
"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks," Aziraphale breaks the silence, opening his eyes and turning to face you.
"It is the east, and Crowley is the sun."
"You would deprive that from the Almighty herself?" Smiling brightly, you don't miss the way Aziraphale teases you for your endearing words. You find small comfort in his childish tease and bright smile, not being able to help the way your lips tug upwards at his remark. Aziraphale relishes in the small happiness that flashes across your face, even if brief. It had hurt him to see his love in pain especially at the hand of someone he too loved. Looking back to the window, he finds himself getting lost gazing into the crowded streets of Soho beneath him. A silence settles over the two of you, and your eyes remained fix on his side profile as the emptiness of the gravity of your situation creeps back into your mind.
"Crowley's not coming back." It was you who broke the silence this time, Aziraphale turning to you taken aback with furrowed eyebrows by how matter-of-factly you spoke.
"What ever do you mean?"
"I mean they're gone," you inhaled sharply, "for good this time."
"Well no, not really. I'm sure they'll come back, you know how Crowley gets." Aziraphale. Ever the optimist until the very end.
"Aziraphale-"
"You've always known how dramatic they can be I mean really-"
"Aziraphale-" you call out, his optimism making your wounds bleed even more at the false promises of an angel.
"Look, it's only a matter of time before Crowley walks through that door and everything will be as-"
"Aziraphale!" Your voice angrily booms like a roll of thunder as it bounces off the bedroom walls.
"They're not coming back! Aren't they?!"
Despite your volume, it was your tone that cut like a knife. Even as your voice felt so shaky, you spat those words out like venom that laid bitterly on your tongue. Aziraphale could feel his heart break as he stared into your eyes. Red and puffy from fighting to keep your emotions at bay, but also cold and unwavering as you forced yourself to come to the crossroads of the truth.
"No," he says barely above a whisper, a slight tremble in his voice as he barely shakes his head. "No, i'm afraid not my dear."
You've never seen Aziraphale look so defeated. So hopeless as he stared back into your lifeless eyes. The air around you feels restricted as your throat tightens. Your lips quiver as the painful truth of your beloved angels words echo in your head and settle in your heart. Your vision blurs as tears begin to welt in your eyes before inevitably cascading down your cheeks. Aziraphale then wraps his arms around you, pulling you in a tight embrace as you collapse within his arms. Sobs muffled from where your head laid buried in his chest, the world going silent as an insurmountable wave of grief washes over you, pulling you to drown in a sea of sorrow.
You don't know how long you cried for or even how much time had passed. When you came out of your daze, you realized that you and Aziraphale were on the floor as he pressed soft kisses against your temple, hoping to reel you back into reality.
"Forgive me," you croak, voice spent from lament, "i've been lonely, but it's not like I don't know my way." You try to reassure Aziraphale and yourself as you felt hollowed. Guilt also eating at you for putting the angel in this situation, having to take care of you.
"You have nothing to be forgiven for, my dear" he whispers lowly into your ear. Taking the hands that were wrapped tightly around you, he brings them up to caress your face within them. Your tears have dried by now but that doesn't stop him from peppering tender kisses upon your cheeks. Overwhelmed by his soft touch, you feel your face heat up again as the gentle sentiment causes your emotions to arise again. When he feels a salty tear catch upon his lip, he pulls away to see your glossy eyes staring back into his, searching for some kind of relief.
"But I don't know my way, Aziraphale."
The angel remained at your side for the rest of the day, never leaving you alone for a moment longer than absolutely needed. As he aided to your every need and treated you like a fine china plate- afraid to drop you and shatter into a million pieces. And for a while it helped, it made the pain more bearable, the ache of Crowley's absence less debilitating- but even all of Aziraphale's love wouldn't be enough to ix the hole that Crowley left in your life.
You thought hard about your next move. Calculating everything over in your head a million times but all roads led you back to where you were now. Managing to slip out of the Aziraphale's bedroom in the middle of the night, you made your way back to your original bedroom where you were now packing frantically. You packed as much as you could into your suitcase as you grew restless, wanting nothing more than to run away from this emptiness you fear you would never escape from.
As you left your suitcase by the stairwell, you looked down the hall before quietly making your way back to Aziraphale's room. Once inside, you made sure to leave behind the note that you had written for him on the side where you usually laid. You burn the image of his sleeping frame into your mind, wanting your last memory of the angel to be one where he seemed at peace. Leaning across the bed, you place a soft kiss upon the corner of his mouth, careful not to wake him. He stirred slightly beneath your touch, but still remained in a deep sleep even as you pulled away.
Making way for the bedroom door, you freeze under the entranceway.
"Look back, look back," you thought to yourself, a voice of reason wanting to make itself hear. Despite this, you fought against it and forced one foot in front of the other, because you knew if you looked back you would never leave. The cold air greets you as you make your way out into the streets of Soho, winds blowing harshly as you toss your bag into the backseat of your car. As the engine roars to life and you pull onto the main road, you glance at the rearview mirror where the bookshop fades from view. Silently saying goodbye to the place that had too also become home for you. You don't know exactly where you were headed, but just that you were ready to get there. Ready to go, but never to return.
The next morning, Aziraphale finds himself sitting on the edge of the bed where he gripped the white sheets, frustration and heartache threatening to drown him as he re-read your letter line for line, over and over and over again.
"Dearest Aziraphale,
My love, I'm sorry for the mess I've left for you to clean, it was unfair to you given your own heartbreak. Azira, I cannot thank you enough for what you've done for me now and in the past. But now I must go my own way and figure out what to write in this next chapter for myself. I know things will be difficult for if they weren't... well you see I would've killed Romeo and saved Juliet, but I don't write stories that time won't forget. So please angel, forgive me for grabbing the kerosene and letting it all burn to the ground. I've been looking for meaning, I don't know if I like what I've found. Forgive me for I've been lonely and one day I hope to tell you that I now know my way. I'm sorry. "
male character x reader (can be boyfriend, brother, friend, crush, etc.)
The Bear
Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto
lonely
summary: carmy talks you through a low moment where you feel like a burden.
Richie Jerimovich
cry session
summary: you’re crying in your car and then end up ranting to richie about your love life
helping hand
summary: richie is oblivious to the fact that you’re injured and actually believes you’re ghosting him
Manifest
Eagan Tehrani
bracelet
prompt: "this was the second time i saw him, and he looked exactly the same as he did [5 ½] years ago.
Aisle Seat
Summary: Soulmate AU where you have a black mark where your soulmate will first touch you, when they do it turns colors.
Good Omens
my good omens headcanons
Crowley
Oblivious Little Thing
Summary: You and Crowley are both head over heels for each other, and you don't even realize it.
When the Party’s Over
Summary: You can't get over Crowley, and apparently neither can he.
Marvel
Matt Murdock/Frank Castle
Babysitter - Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Your whole life you'd been called a monster, even by your own family. Matt and Frank have made their way into your life to change your mind.
Matt Murdock
drabble
matt murdock x narcoleptic!reader
David Lieberman/Micro
baby blue
summary: your cousin needs a favor from you, and you meet a guy that's really good with tech.
smut drabble
dude its just smut. be advised, i'm not your mother so i won't tell you not to read it
last night (drabble)
prompt: "you kissed me last night"/"and you didn't stop me"
summary: after getting drunk with david last night, you gather your thoughts and try to figure out what actually happened.
Frank Castle
domestic
inspired by same sin by @spider-stark
summary: you call the one person who knows exactly what to do with a dead body.
emergency contact
summary: you’re at your lowest, convinced that frank is gone for good. until you end up in the hospital, and he comes to rescue you and help you pick up the pieces. (CW: talks about suicide, suicidal thoughts, and attempted suicide. if you are not comfortable, do not read. it's okay.)
bad idea
prompts: "i screwed up" + "this will probably hurt like hell but i have to"
summary: you make a bad decision and frank scolds you for it while cleaning you up.
wrecked
summary: when you're trying to avoid the nightmares and your trauma, frank helps you forget about everything that happened.
spooked (drabble)
frank with an easily spooked significant other
sunshine/grump drabble
tw: self harm, don't interact if you're not comfortable
better (drabble)
bipolar!reader (i self inserted my bad)
Moon Boys (Marc, Steven, Jake)
There for You
Summary: You're going through a thing. (CW: mentions of suicide/suicidal thoughts. if you're not comfy, just skip over. it's okay.)
The Umbrella Academy
Five Hargreeves
Your Worst Nightmare
Summary: (College!AU) When Five becomes your roommate, your last chance at staying at the Academy, you have to weigh your options and see if you can trust him.
Parts: I, II, III,
Crush Culture
Summary: You're trying to convince yourself that you don't actually like Five when you end up spending a night on the bathroom floor with him.
Remember Him the Way I Do
Summary: Five left, and you don't know what to do without him. His family is there for you when he isn't.
summary: Crowley can't be left out of this one. he may not be there in person but he sure as hell wants to feel it all
cw: 18+ only!! lotta language, pure smut no plot, everyone's a switch in this household, threesome (technically?), size kink, reader has a vagina, unprotected p in v, size kink, dirty talk, masturbation (Crowley), light choking
word count: 1.1k
A/N: part 2, at your service ;) read part 1
You hear a snap from the radio and both yours and Aziraphale’s clothes are now piled beside you. You both groan at the sight.
“That’s better.” Crowley amuses. “Now, you're going to fuck each other so I can feel it."
You always love having Aziraphale fuck you. He may come across as this timid little thing, but underneath he’s huge, and he knows exactly what to do with it.
You bite your lip and swing your leg over his lap so you’re situated above his throbbing head. You swipe your thumb over his tip and lick the precum. He can’t take his eyes off of you, absolutely in awe of the filthy sight before him.
“Tastes so good, doesn’t he, my love?” Crowley chimes, and you hum in agreement. “Go on, let him fill you up how you like it, you can take it.”
Slowly, you sink down over Aziraphale’s cock, greeted by breathy moans from all three of you at the sensation, and let him utterly fill you inch by inch. Once you have him seated fully inside you, you let yourself adjust to his size.
“Oohhh, you’re so big. So fucking big, Angel. You fill me up so well.” You swallow Aziraphale’s moan with a heated and messy kiss.
“Fuck, I can feel how tight you’re squeezing him. Wish I could see it.” You know that Crowley is touching himself by now and you moan out his name.
“Mmm, Crowley. Wish you were here to see how good he’s stretching me out. Feels so fucking good, ngh.” To that, both Crowly and Aziraphale let out a guttural moan. Both of your boys, so taken by you.
After a minute of adjusting, you begin grinding against Aziraphale, teasing him a little with your limited movements.
“My sweet, you’re toying with me.” He grits. You grin at his response and decide to reward him by lifting yourself up and plunging down again. You both moan out and hear a deep, throaty response from the radio. Aziraphale suddenly has your hips gripped again and begins moving you himself, unable to keep his desires under control. The combination of his huge length and the speed of his thrusts, hitting that sweet spot every time, you’ve become an absolute mess under his control.
“Aziraphale, fuuuuck, so fucking good, you’re so deep.” You moan out praises for your Angel and just as you think you’re reaching your second climax, he begins to slow down.
“Angel, what the Hell did you do that for?” Crowley grits out. He was close too and sounds even more frustrated than you.
Aziraphale strokes your cheek as he focuses on slower, deeper thrusts that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You swear, you actually see Heaven when he fucks you.
“Taking me so well, aren’t you?” He says before kissing down your neck again.
“Yes, Angel. Just for you.” You breathe out.
“Crowley, my darling, I hope you’re working yourself nice and slow for me.” Aziraphale has lowered his voice the way that gets you and Crowley weak in the knees for him. You hum at his tone and the Demon, you believe, just whimpered.
“Fuck, Angel. Yes. Anything for you. You make me feel so good.” He whines. You bite your lip and squeeze against Aziraphale’s cock and he releases such a moan that he didn’t intend to let out. It just turns you on all the more.
“Good boy, Angel. Let me hear you.” You whisper.
Suddenly you find yourself on your knees, facing the back window. Aziraphale has hold of your hips as he glides himself back inside you, bottoming out to force moans from all three of you. He leans down to whisper in your ear.
“Why don’t we let Crowley feel like he’s really here. I want to hear his name on your lips as I fuck you, sweetheart.” You can’t explain the noise that you release at his words, but it’s of need and want and sends you grinding back against him. He starts to pick up his pace, thrusting into you in a way that makes you forget he has a halo.
“Crowly, mmm, fuck! Yes, right there, Crowley, right there!” With hearing his name spill so sinfully from your tongue, he works himself faster and harder back at the bookshop, always loving the sound of his name coming from you.
“Christ, darling, I won’t last much longer with you sounding like that. And with our Angel feeling like- nggh, like that.” You hear the breathless moans Crowley lets out and you let him spur yours on.
“Fuck, Crowley, you’re so tight. Taking me ever so well.” Aziraphale chimes in. The two of you calling each other by Crowley’s name has to be one of the hottest things you’ve done together.
“Crowleyyy, just like that.” Your moans are getting louder and higher the more Aziraphale fucks into you. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Slowly, his hand slides up your front to wrap around your neck and you let the sensation spur you on. The three of you fall into a puddle of moans and groans and Crowley’s name. When Aziraphale’s hand falls from your neck to your clit, you know you’re done for.
“Oh my God, Crowly, right there! I’m so close!” You cry.
“Fuck, Angels, keep going. Keep saying my name.”
Aziraphale fucks you from behind with no mercy, rubbing circles on your clit and moaning to the Gods.
“Come for me, my Angels, come for me, fuckkk.” And with Crowley’s words in your ears, you all come undone together, his name falling from yours and Aziraphale’s lips as he releases inside of you. You see stars while you have the most euphoric orgasm you think anyone could experience. Aziraphale rides out your orgasms and begins peppering kisses up your back, to your neck and then lightly turning your chin to kiss your lips. It’s ironically sweet after what you’ve just been through, your body slowly returning to Earth.
Aziraphale pulls out and, with a swift click of his fingers, you’re both fully clothed again. You sit beside each other and let yourself lean into him, running your hand through his soft curls. He hums innocently and rubs small, polite circles on your thigh.
“Wow.” You breathe.
“Wow, indeed, my dear.”
“Well, Angels, that was fun. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back. See you in Hell.” You can almost taste the smirk on his lips as Crowley clicks off the radio.
