Gorillazgal86's (Mostly) Good Omens Podfics

part 2 of menocchio's gravestone flowers, chapters 11 - 20

The podfic to menocchio's gravestone flowers.

Summary: In which the early-twenties competing dumpster fires of "gotta hustle" daniel and "gonna take my stepdad's money and BURN IT" johnny meet again. Audio Credits: Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): https://uppbeat.io/t/yeti-music/rock-your-surfboard License code: KDZB0G3ER2R4SIKQ BBC Sound Effects: https://sound-effects.bbcrewind.co.uk/search?q=07005179

Summary: In which the early-twenties competing dumpster fires of "gotta hustle" daniel and "gonna take my stepdad's money and BURN IT" johnny meet again. Original Story: bootstrapping Story by: menocchio Audio Credits: Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): uppbeat.io/t/yeti-music/rock-your-surfboardLicense code: KDZB0G3ER2R4SIKQ BBC Sound Effects: sound-effects.bbcrewind.co.uk/search?q=07005179

Summary: In which the early-twenties competing dumpster fires of "gotta hustle" daniel and "gonna take my stepdad's money and BURN IT" johnny meet again. Audio Credits: Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): https://uppbeat.io/t/yeti-music/rock-your-surfboard License code: KDZB0G3ER2R4SIKQ BBC Sound Effects: https://sound-effects.bbcrewind.co.uk/search?q=07005179

A podfic of Menocchio's bootstrapping, read by Gorillazgal86. Summary: In which the early-twenties competing dumpster fires of "gotta hustle" daniel and "gonna take my stepdad's money and BURN IT" johnny meet again. Audio Credits: Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): https://uppbeat.io/t/yeti-music/rock-your-surfboard License code: KDZB0G3ER2R4SIKQ BBC Sound Effects: https://sound-effects.bbcrewind.co.uk/search?q=07005179

Summary: In which the early-twenties competing dumpster fires of "gotta hustle" daniel and "gonna take my stepdad's money and BURN IT" johnny meet again. Audio Credits: Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): https://uppbeat.io/t/yeti-music/rock-your-surfboard License code: KDZB0G3ER2R4SIKQ BBC Sound Effects: https://sound-effects.bbcrewind.co.uk/search?q=07005179

Summary: In which the early-twenties competing dumpster fires of "gotta hustle" daniel and "gonna take my stepdad's money and BURN IT" johnny meet again. Original Story: bootstrapping Story by: menocchio Audio Credits: Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!): uppbeat.io/t/yeti-music/rock-your-surfboard License code: KDZB0G3ER2R4SIKQ BBC Sound Effects: sound-effects.bbcrewind.co.uk/search?q=07005179

A Cobra Kai podfic based on Storyshark2005's The Water (https://archiveofourown.org/works/22123462) Rating: Mature Relationship: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence Summary: Pitchers and Catchers. Quarterbacks and Receivers. Tops and bottoms. Johnny contemplates things "the other way 'round". Credits: Music: Gone Fishin' -- https://www.purple-planet.com Percussive Snap --Purpleducttapehat https://freesound.org/people/purpleducttapehat/sounds/272114/

This is the prequel to Furubu_Fangirls "Maid to Love You" and part 2 of the "A Maid and Her Master" series. Crowley lives to serve his angel. However, when he gets an idea on how to express this more thoroughly, he needs a little help along the way.

This is chapter 10 of Chekhov's Good Omens fan fiction "on the same page" Chapter Summary: Crowley gets himself into a bit of bother and Aziraphale momentarily forgets what the big fuss is. Story Summary: Aziraphale Z. Fell is a rising star of the spiritual literary genre - the next Eat Pray Love guy - and his version of Chicken Soup For the Christian Soul is flying off the shelves. It's not that he's not grateful, but it's one thing to enjoy a career in writing and another completely to be pigeonholed into a specific genre, so much so that you are almost forbidden from writing anything else. So yes, maybe he has a bit of a secret. An outlet for his less... appropriate urges. And yes, if his typical readership got word of the sort of paragraphs he could put out on a particularly inspired night, they might suffer some form of heart attack typical for their age. But all of that is well hidden, and there is absolutely no way anyone would ever find out about his Arrangement with A.J. Crowley - the most debaucherous romantic fiction author of the decade. That is... until they have to pretend to be married to each other.

This is Chapter 9 of Chekhov's "on the same page" Chapter Summary: Things are heating up in the fake marriage and the pining is tangible. Truly idiots in love. Story Summary: Aziraphale Z. Fell is a rising star of the spiritual literary genre - the next Eat Pray Love guy - and his version of Chicken Soup For the Christian Soul is flying off the shelves. It's not that he's not grateful, but it's one thing to enjoy a career in writing and another completely to be pigeonholed into a specific genre, so much so that you are almost forbidden from writing anything else.

Italy in the 1920s. Crowley and Aziraphale haven't spoken since the holy-water-gate but their assignments forced them to cross paths at a party hosted by one of the more decadent artists of the decade. Crowley is shocked and surprised when he learns Aziraphale plays the role of the artist's muse but that was nothing to the shop when Aziraphale brushes his warnings off. Turns out, his pure, prim, and proper angel is not as innocent as he thought. It takes a trip to a library and one of Italy's most famous art destinations for Crowley to truly grasp how wrong he had been. Why others but never him? It's easy to forget how dangerous love can be between a being of Heaven and Hell when you're a demon who's been crushing hard on an angel for six millennia.

When Crowley sees Aziraphale in Tracy, he's struck with the overwhelming desire to do filthy things with the angel and the woman who are sharing that dress. Fortunately, both Aziraphale and Tracy are amenable. Tags: Podfic & Podficced Works Podfic Podfic Length: 30-45 Minutes Sex Work Crowley Has Two Penises (Good Omens) Aziraphale Has a Penis (Good Omens) Established Relationship Threesome Condoms Safer Sex Double Penetration in Two Holes

This a podfic of Furuba_Fangirl's Good Omens Fanction, "Maid to Love You. Fic Summary: A maid has a house all to herself. It would be a shame if her boss appeared unannounced at a very inopportune moment… or would it? Tags: Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic, Podfic Length: 1-1.5 Hours, Maid!Crowley, Boss!Aziraphale, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, South Downs Cottage (Good Omens), Sexual Roleplay, Sexual Fantasy, Female-Presenting Crowley (Good Omens), Genderfluid Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Has A Vulva (Good Omens), Masturbation, Sex Toys, Dom/sub, Dom Aziraphale (Good Omens), Sub Crowley (Good Omens), BDSM, Face-Fucking, Spanking, Verbal Humiliation, Light Feather Play, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Established safewords, Couch Sex, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Crying During Sex, Aftercare, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Pet Names, Hair-pulling, Crowley Has a Praise Kink (Good Omens)

This is Chapter 8 of Chekhov's "on the same page" Chapter Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale are doing their best to tell the story of their non-existent marriage and are succeeding in bickering in a truly old-married way. Story Summary: Aziraphale Z. Fell is a rising star of the spiritual literary genre - the next Eat Pray Love guy - and his version of Chicken Soup For the Christian Soul is flying off the shelves. It's not that he's not grateful, but it's one thing to enjoy a career in writing and another completely to be pigeonholed into a specific genre, so much so that you are almost forbidden from writing anything else.

This is chapters 5 & 6 of Chekhov's "on the same page". Story Summary: Aziraphale Z. Fell is a rising star of the spiritual literary genre - the next Eat Pray Love guy - and his version of Chicken Soup For the Christian Soul is flying off the shelves. It's not that he's not grateful, but it's one thing to enjoy a career in writing and another completely to be pigeonholed into a specific genre, so much so that you are almost forbidden from writing anything else.

This is chapter 7 of Chekhov's "on the same page". Chapter Summary: It's all go now. . . we meet the Dowlings (Thaddeus is just as "charming" as you'd expect him to be), balloon animals and missing towels. And most importantly, THERE IS ONLY ONE BED. Story Summary: Aziraphale Z. Fell is a rising star of the spiritual literary genre - the next Eat Pray Love guy - and his version of Chicken Soup For the Christian Soul is flying off the shelves. It's not that he's not grateful, but it's one thing to enjoy a career in writing and another completely to be pigeonholed into a specific genre, so much so that you are almost forbidden from writing anything else.

This is chapter4 of Chekhov's "on the same page". Story Summary: Aziraphale Z. Fell is a rising star of the spiritual literary genre - the next Eat Pray Love guy - and his version of Chicken Soup For the Christian Soul is flying off the shelves. It's not that he's not grateful, but it's one thing to enjoy a career in writing and another completely to be pigeonholed into a specific genre, so much so that you are almost forbidden from writing anything else.

This is chapter 3 of Chekhov's "on the same page". This chapter contains explicit content so if that's not your thing, you can skip this chapter and not miss any of the plot. Story Summary: Aziraphale Z. Fell is a rising star of the spiritual literary genre - the next Eat Pray Love guy - and his version of Chicken Soup For the Christian Soul is flying off the shelves. It's not that he's not grateful, but it's one thing to enjoy a career in writing and another completely to be pigeonholed into a specific genre, so much so that you are almost forbidden from writing anything else.

This is part 1 comprising of Chapters 1 & 2 of Chekov's "on the same page" Good Omen's fanfic. Parts will be published every 2 weeks with an estimated 7 total parts. It had been a mistake. Aziraphale had known it from the moment Crowley stepped out from the car parked precariously with one wheel on the curb. Swayed on his impossibly long legs, spun around as if to show off the inkblack jeans clinging to his thighs for dear life. His jacket snapped over his sharpcast shoulders. Hair - a fiery red, swept up in an artistically wild mess. The jaw - oh good lord, that jaw!

Aziraphale's eyebrow arched as Crowley sat in the chair, only after having received permission to do so. So often, the demon would sprawl himself across the nearest surface, invited or otherwise. And yet even when sitting right now, his posture was straighter, his gaze more attentive. Obedient, even. Aziraphale and Crowley have an arrangement. One could say it's mutually satisfying. Podfic & Podficced Works Podfic Podfic Length: 1.5-2 Hours Read by the Author one of them anyway! BDSM Master/Servant Top Aziraphale (Good Omens) Bottom Crowley (Good Omens) Vaguely historical omens orgasm denail Riding Crops Spanking Anal Fingering Masturbation Safewords Safeword Use master!Aziraphale servant!Crowley

It wasn't fair, he thought. It wasn't fair that Aziraphale could give him everything he wanted, everything he had hoped and dreamed of and longed for for six thousand years and that Crowley couldn't do the same. No, not couldn't. Was refused. And Satan, did Crowley hate being refused. --- Aziraphale's a sadist, Crowley's not a masochist, and Crowley comes up with possibly the worst solution for this issue. Podfic & Podficced Works Podfic Podfic Length: 1-1.5 Hours BDSM Caning Self-Destructive Tendancies Insecurity Demon Summoning Bad BDSM Etiquette bad kink people are not presents Top Crowley (Good Omens) Bottom Crowley (Good Omens) Sadist Aziraphale Biting Face Slapping genital design and creation Anal Sex Spanking Strapping Crying Emotional Hurt Implied/Referenced Abuse

“Just as you predicted. Don't worry, there's not a scratch on you -- me -- oh, dear, this is going to be terribly confusing.” And then Aziraphale is clutching his lapels and pulling him up (up!) into a kiss. ineffable husbands Established Relationship Crowley has a vulva Aziraphale has a vulva Cunnilingus Masturbation Body Swap Slight Canon Divergence Cut Scene Love in an Elevator Semi-Public Sex Queer as Fuck Quick and Dirty Celebratory Sex slight narcissism

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. Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens) 6000 Years of Pining (Good Omens) Love Love Confessions First Kiss First Time Dining at the Ritz (Good Omens) Post-Scene: The Ritz (Good Omens) Top Crowley (Good Omens) Bottom Aziraphale (Good Omens) Service Top Crowley (Good Omens) Hand Jobs Blow Jobs Rimming Anal Fingering Anal Sex Crowley has a penis aziraphale has a penis Snake Anatomy (slightly) awkward sex Porn with Feelings

He'd broken too many things, over the years, that couldn't be repaired. Oh, if Crowley wasn't around, he could fix them with a quick miracle, but anything that Crowley saw broken had to stay broken, or raise too many questions. Aziraphale wasn't exactly clumsy but he'd never had to be particularly careful before, had always been able to restore anything he damaged. And somehow it was always the things he loved best that he managed to destroy.

Crowley had never believed in much of anything, until he met Aziraphale. He wasn't sure what he believed in now. Whatever it was, it wasn't to be found in a church, read from a book of scripture. But there was something, something, a thread humming through this life they'd made together. Missing pieces, strange echoes, distant shadows.

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."

“Oh, I rather think I would.” Crowley swiped a hand out at Aziraphale, and the dryad yelped. Just as swift as Crowley's ascent was Aziraphale's descent, the nymph dropping to the ground and breaking out into a sprint. Crowley whooped, fire raging in his stomach and groin as the dryad fled, and then yelped as he lost his balance and fell, hitting the ground hard, the wind knocked out of him. He grinned in the direction Aziraphale had taken off and sprang to his feet, eager to give chase.

What he discovered could not have been further from his expectations. He was prepared to find Aziraphale bloody and badly beaten. He was prepared to find the angel missing a limb or near discorperation. He'd even been prepared to find other angels - or possibly demons - in the flat, still fighting with Aziraphale, although he'd dearly hoped that was not the case, and was ready to fight them on his angel's behalf. He had not been prepared to find Aziraphale naked, for several reasons.

He'd already spent too long sacrificing the here and now on the altar of the past. They had so little time. AU, series. Ten years. It isn't enough. It's all they have. Aziraphale tries to hold on to every moment.

He couldn't explain it, just like he couldn't explain the intensity of all his reactions to Aziraphale, couldn't explain the pull he felt, like gravity, like grace, like words on the tip of his tongue, like a memory that wouldn't quite come into focus. AU, series. Aziraphale comes back. Crowley tries not to go too fast. And not to think too hard about his dreams...

AU. Aziraphale should have known better. From the very start, he should have known better. But he just keeps making the same mistakes, and it isn't only him who has to pay for them. Sequel to "Flowers for Anthony" and "Who Pluck'd Thee From Thy Stalk", multi-chapter, Aziraphale POV on what's been going on.

Aziraphale put his manuscript aside, instruments perched daintily on a knock-off Charles and Diana commemorative dish by an artist who couldn't seem to decide whether he was painting the Princess of Wales or a young Aled Jones. “I believe the general consensus is that the fun of sexual activity is to enjoy climax, not to be deprived of it,” he said. “Well, you would think that, angel.” Crowley stood up, unfolding himself in a sinewy deployment that Aziraphale followed with his eyes. “A right little hedonist you are, if ever I saw one.”

Crowley had never believed in... well, in much of anything, to be honest. Certainly not in anything so woolly as destiny. Or any other force, cosmic or divine or otherwise, that could bring people together because their lives were meant to intersect. And yet here he was, walking past the same bookshop for the third time this week. AU. Sequel to 'Flowers for Anthony'. Crowley can't quite let it go, even though he doesn't really understand what 'it' is.

In the aftermath of the non-pocalypse, Crowley struggles with returning to a 'normal' life. How do you decide what work is worth doing, and which habits to keep, when you're a disgraced demon? Meanwhile, Aziraphale has issues of his own, namely: How on earth do you define the difference between divine and personal love, and could online dating be the answer?

Crowley didn't look up immediately when he heard the shop door open; he was just in the middle of finishing off a complicated bouquet, and the blasted ribbon was being difficult about things. "Just a sec," he said, scowling as the end slipped away from him again. There was a pause. And then a voice, softly, "There you are."

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.

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.

“Jesus, angel, I want you to bang me like a whore, alright? To shag me like a two-bit rent boy you've paid enough to do whatever you like with, and what you like isn't very nice.” Crowley wanted to cry. He closed his eyes and bit out, “I want…I want you to fuck me like you're trying to force the damnation out of me with your cock. Like…like I really am the adversary, and you're claiming me as a victory for Heaven.”

Their hearts sang in Greek, in Hebrew, in languages unknown to man and that were so old it felt as though not even the earth remembered it. They ached in it, blazed in it, brought it back to life between them.