#sad_dyke writes.... porn?

[bowtiepastabitch]

Have some weird art history smut. Is this smut? I think it's smut?

Explicit, 2300 words.

Summary: Crowley loves the art of ancient greece. Perhaps a bit too much, when his angel is the model. aka the one where Crowley lusts a bit too close to the sun.

Art I used for reference/inspiration while writing:

this gorgeous sketch by @omens-for-ophelia as well as just a lot of her work of Aziraphale in general like this one!

this wip as well as various other works by @chernozemm (whose composition is always just so gorgeous!)

5th century greek sculpture such as this Apollo and this athlete because I'm not entirely anachronistic alllll the time

Michaelangelo's David because really we're not that different, he and I, creating art that romanticizes greek dicks

[bowtiepastabitch]

I should not be trusted to write smut because I say to myself "okay brain, now pick another word for penis" and without hesitation my brain responds "phallus" for the third time this paragraph.

[bowtiepastabitch]

Alright you horny fucks, consider my new years resolution fulfilled

1500 words of pure foreplay, in which we all are reminded that Aziraphale dresses like it's still the 19th century but that's somehow still hot.

This not-technically-pornography comes to you sponsored by the federal government of the united states, who compensated me significantly for the time spent writing this fic. I love being a work-study student sometimes. I take no credit for coming up with this idea, it's entirely derived from this godforsaken post, so you can thank @ineffabildaddy and @voluptatiscausa for bringing it repeatedly onto my dash and sparking this story idea. Love ya.

[bowtiepastabitch]

Second chapter is posted!

(here's a sneak peek, if you need to be convinced)

“So eager, aren’t you?” There was an anxious vibrato in the words, and Crowley responded with a keening moan.

“I need you.”

“Shhhhh, I know. You’re being so good for me. So good.”

He ran his thumb wonderingly over the demon’s smooth skin, biting his lip with concentration as he ignored the flashes of divinity transferred through the pads of his fingers.

“You’re so beautiful, my dear.”

Crowley arched up into his touch at that, groaning softly, and Aziraphale found himself staring straight into golden irises.

“I thought…” the demon trailed off, breaking eye contact, then tried again. “I thought I was going to die never knowing what you felt like.”

“Oh, darling. I would never let that happen.”

Just a note: please be mindful of the tags, my loves. This fic is a lot.