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    Said I, a few weeks ago: "I feel there’s also room for e.g. bedsharing fic where the apocalypse has Not Happened and they’ve fallen into queerplatonic (or so they think) bedsharing and Crowley thinks he’s alone in being driven slowly to distraction by it, so he says nothing. Then one night he wakes when it’s still dark, and at first he doesn’t know why, until he hears Aziraphale’s breathing a little raspier than usual, and feels the very slight trembling of the bed."

    And lo, that is exactly what this is.

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    12 Aug 2019

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    When Crowley decides to mix things up a bit Down There, he doesn’t give it much thought, other than it might be fun to have something different. For awhile, at least. But truthfully, there was no way he could have predicted that Aziraphale would react the way he does.

    [Or: "Man, I bet Aziraphale would eat out like a fucking madman" - my brain.]

    [turns out he does]

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    31 Jul 2019

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    What would it hurt, really? It wasn’t like Crowley had anything better on. No more orders, no more quotas, no more Arrangement. Aziraphale would never have to know.

    “Wonderful. I’m the demon on my own shoulder.”

    And he’d lost his angel, hadn’t he? All he had left were thoughts, memories…fantasies. And he had a very good imagination.

    (After thwarting the end of the world, Aziraphale begins to avoid Crowley, and Crowley accidentally awakens his own repressed lust.)

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    04 Jul 2019

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    Crowley catches Aziraphale with his hands in the biscuit tin. Nanny Ashtoreth is not pleased.

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    Crowley watches as Aziraphale swallows thickly. “I’m s-- I’m s--”
    “Speak up, dear.”
    “I’m-- I’m sorry, Miss Astoreth,” Aziraphale says. Then realises what he’s said. “Crowley. I’m sorry--”
    “No, no, angel.” Crowley feels like it’s Christmas morning. Not that he’s ever celebrated Christmas. “I’m the nanny of this household and you will address me as such.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” Aziraphale says, reverently. “Nanny Ashtoreth.”

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    30 Jun 2019

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    Crowley’s only visible softness is in the heat of his eyes and the curl of his smile. He is bone and muscle and sinew, and when he pushes Aziraphale down into the mattress, the angel is sure he can feel every corner of him.

    Aziraphale has thicc thighs. Crowley has a bit of a thing for them.

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    28 Jun 2019