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  1. Public Bookmark 17

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    Malcolm decides that the only way to stop the sex dreams -- nightmares! -- that he keeps having about his father is to confront them.

    Martin has always wanted his son's happiness, and to help, above all else.

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    15 Oct 2019

  2. Public Bookmark 25

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    "'Gabriel’s going to propose to me at prom.'

    Crowley tore her eyes wide open before she would erupt in nervous laughter.

    'Ha ha, you devout Christians sure know how to get it on-'

    'Antonia!' Azira cried out, fidgeting with her chastity ring. 'He said I wouldn’t be needing this one for any longer soon!'

    Immediately, Crowley’s laughter died on her lips."

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    Azira maybe didn’t know about God’s ineffable plan for her life or how to do taxes herself, but she knew for sure that fantasizing about your best friend while involuntarily making out with your boyfriend was quite the precarious issue.

    Or: Two oblivious idiots dream about ruining their friendship because they want to be lovers instead. Inspired by "Jenny" by the Studio Killers aka. THE lesbian pining song

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    02 Oct 2019

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    "There was something else I was going to ask you," Aziraphale continued, unabashed. "Ah… How to put it?" He tapped his hand on his thigh for a moment, and then apparently found inspiration. "Ah! When you're…" Crowley made the mistake of making eye contact with him, and Aziraphale gave him another outrageous wink. "Dining out… What cutlery do you prefer to use?"

    "I'm sorry?" Crowley said pleasantly, trying his best not to cause anything in the dining room to catch aflame in his frustration.

    Aziraphale gave him a reproachful stare, as if Crowley were being very stupid. "When you're eating, Crowley. Do you favour the… The knife?" Aziraphale actually glanced conspicuously at his own crotch, and Crowley considered leaving the dining room via the nearest window. "Or the spoon?" Another raised eyebrow. "Or even, let's say, a fork?"

    "What the fuck is the fork in this situation?" Crowley hissed through gritted teeth.

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    Aziraphale mentions that he'd like to have sex with Crowley. Crowley is completely taken-aback, and very conflicted, and very interested. Aziraphale is also trying to kill him by using elaborate food metaphors to explain the whole subject, which is not helping in the slightest.

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    26 Sep 2019

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    Image gallery of my NSFW Aziraphale/Crowley illustrations.

    Includes a variety of kinks and gender presentations.

    Content warnings are included in the table of contents and at the top of each image page.

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    24 Sep 2019

  5. Public Bookmark 63

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    “I suppose I should be flattered,” Aziraphale said with wholly inappropriate amusement, leaning back to slide off his jacket and waistcoat while Crowley fought to not completely shake apart on the bed. “Now, let’s see. You mentioned something about rubber phalluses earlier, so should I take that to mean you’re amenable to penetration?”

    “Yesssss.” The word hissed out between Crowley’s teeth without even the decency to ask his permission. He sought the buttons of Aziraphale’s neatly pressed shirt and made an actual whine when the angel caught both his hands by the wrists and pinned them to the mattress to either side of his head. The infernal Mark pulsed where it lay carved into his skin, the curse wending its way deeper into his body. “Azsssiraphale, pleasssse…”

    Angels are sexless. Demons, not so much.

    (Now with an epilogue!)

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    21 Sep 2019