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  1. Public Bookmark 20

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    Aziraphale’s hands, once hesitant, found more confidence, his fingers curling into the fabric of Crowley’s trousers as he tried—and failed—to suppress the soft groan that escaped his lips. “Crowley, this is—”

    “What?” Crowley interrupted, his voice husky, his lips brushing against Aziraphale’s ear as he spoke. “Improper?”

    Aziraphale let out a shaky breath, his heart racing in his chest as Crowley’s lips skimmed along his jawline. “Well… yes,” he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper, though there was no conviction behind the protest. In fact, the way Aziraphale’s hands had tightened their grip on Crowley’s hips told a very different story.

    Crowley chuckled, the sound deep and rich, vibrating through both of them as he ground down again, this time with more pressure, more intention. “Fuck 'improper.' Literally.”

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    01 Dec 2024

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    Muriel was kneeling besides Aziraphale, tears streaking down their face, hands hovering above him but scared to touch.
    Aziraphale was not just hurt. He was Fallen. Crowley was going to be sick.
    “Muriel, you have to leave,” Crowley said, unable to look away from Aziraphale’s shaking figure.

     

    Seven months after the events of Season 2, Crowley gets a phone call from a panicking Muriel.

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    30 Sep 2024

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    "Crowley couldn’t argue with that. He swirled his wine, feeling put out for too many reasons to name. Peevish. He sort of wanted to cry. There was a burning question poised on the tip of his tongue, the kind that might have actually made him burst into flames if he asked it.

    He did not."

    Or: Crowley asks. Eventually.

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    11 Aug 2023

  4. Public Bookmark 12

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    It's the 60s, and Crowley is as hip as ever to the times. She wears stylish clothes, enjoys getting high, and has a secret stash of the latest in human sex toy tech next to her bed. Aziraphale, meanwhile, is endlessly curious and has a penchant for always getting tempted.

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    03 Sep 2024

  5. Public Bookmark 49

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    Aziraphale felt in every part of him, in the movement of Crowley’s lips, his hands in his hair, he felt the same sentiment that had been brewed by Crowley into a hundred cups of tea, poured into a hundred wine glasses:
    I know how you like it.
    Crowley slipped a tongue between his lips, sweet, decadent, irresistible, and it made Aziraphale’s whole body seem to hum.
    Thank you, dear, this is just how I like it.

     

    (it's a classic "you can stay at my place if you like" fic, like bread & butter for gomens smut <3)

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    22 Jul 2024