Sasheenka



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    "I know what you smell like."

    Aziraphale shouldn't ask. But he does.

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    20 Jul 2019

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    “Isn’t this nice?” says Aziraphale with badly feigned casualness the next time Crowley stops by for a late night drink.

    Crowley is all set to reply, words lined up in his mouth waiting to go, when Aziraphale adds,

    “I mean, all of the books and furniture and bottles of wine and things?”

     

     

    Aziraphale nests. Crowley relearns some crucial facts about angelic courtship rituals.

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    07 Jul 2019

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    Take, for instance, the couple she’s consulting with this afternoon, for their upcoming October ceremony. Seemingly mismatched in every respect. The plump, fair-haired one looks like a parody of an absent-minded professor, as sketched by someone who didn’t bother to do much actual research; his clothes are so outdated it teeters on costume. He’s wearing a bow tie, and not in that reinvented hipster way. This is a bow tie unacquainted with the cycles of fashion, a bow tie that has never heard the word irony.

    His partner is a rangy, black-clad ginger in snakeskin boots. He has the look of a hungover rocker about him, and would somehow, even without the sunglasses he has fully committed to wearing indoors on a cloudy afternoon. He’s sprawled almost defiantly in his chair and keeps throwing dubious glances around Dr. Blackwell’s office, as though expecting a lightning bolt to strike him down for merely daring to be within spitting distance of a church.

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    07 Jul 2019

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    From the kinkmeme: "rape fantasy, Aziraphale might have fantasized a fair amount about Crowley tempting him quite forcefully, with lots of talk about how he'll be tainted, how he'll Fall just like he did so long ago. When they get together post-Apocalypse, Aziraphale shares his fantasies with Crowley and he's happy to indulge them."

    Established relationship, feat. consent, negotiation, safewords, and cuddling after.

     

    They didn’t choose a particular time or place, but that Friday, when Aziraphale let himself into his upstairs flat after a long day of refusing to sell a single book to find Crowley sprawled in the most comfortable armchair, he just sort of knew.

    “Angel,” said Crowley by way of greeting.

    “Demon,” said Aziraphale, trying hard to remember the polite, distant way he’d addressed Crowley several thousand years ago. Smiling was right out, he knew that much. He could already feel his breath quickening.

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    06 Jul 2019

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    "You can stay at my place, if you like."
    *All the smut writers crawl out of the woodwork, smiling maniacally and rubbing their hands together*
    Guess what BITCHES I'm no exception.

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    25 Jun 2019