#gabeley

[ladybracknellssherry]

i love aziraphale and his wife crowley and crowley's jealous ex boyfriend gabriel

[fuzzygoblin]

You Belong to Me

He'll never be able to make you feel like this. All of Heaven can witness that you are mine.

CW: Dubious Consent, Smut, Biting, Marking

for @ladybracknellssherry

View the full Explicit NSFW artwork here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65208367

@goodomensafterdark

[prolix-principality]

A soft and romantic romp without a care for tropes, this story is part of the Good Omens Holiday Swap 2019

Good Omens: Azira (Aziraphale), Crowley, Gabriel, Lucius (Lucifer), misc characters 8 chapters; 36,249 words. ~ When sharply-dressed Anthony Crowley entered Azira Fell's coffee shop, the last thing the ex-bookseller expected was for him to be attracted to the painter. This was just a stop, per Gabriel's insistence, on Crowley's way to get rid of his art block. It was certainly not permission for Azira to develop feelings! Could it be that Crowley can fall as hard as he has? ~ Warning: nsfw, food, public sex, alcohol use, seedy characters and calling the police, spanking ~ Sequel available - The Grand Design of Home and Hearth

[ladybracknellssherry]

If you don't have a toxic side ship or two, are you really living?

[prolix-principality]

After the Armageddon’t, Crowley’s record of being a little bit of a good person comes to light. Gabriel gives Crowley the good news that he’s up for readmission to Heaven, but Crowley is determined to prove he’s better suited staying a demon.

Good Omens: Crowley, Gabriel Single chapter, 3,846 words. ~ “Or, indulgent smut in which Crowley attempts to tempt Gabriel and it doesn’t quite go as planned.” ~ Warning: nsfw, hate sex,

[prolix-principality]

tl;dr: That time in the early 80s when Crowley went to the States to do a blessing for Aziraphale and accidentally hooked up with his boss.

Good Omens: Crowley, Gabriel Single chapter; 4,133 words ~ The guy who rocked up next to Crowley tapped a finger against the bar to signal the bartender. He was dressed impeccably in a white linen suit, white shirt, and lavender tie. A platinum Rolex flashed on his wrist. He threw Crowley a look when the bartender near the till didn’t drop what she was doing to head over immediately. “Can you believe this? The service in this place is a joke.” Crowley gave him another once over. He looked sorta familiar, but then again, with his combed back hair and toothy smile he looked like practically every other upper management wanker in the hotel. Crowley went back to his boozing. He should’ve gone for the correspondence course. ~ Warning: nsfw, drugs, alcohol, mistaken identity, ~ Podfic available - compassrose