Demonic ASMR - chapter 3
by LaudaddySmitten
Rating: now E, with skippable smut (when using the skip, the fic remains rated T)
Ch 3 /4, 21K words
Summary (Ch 3)
More Crowley efforts to get Aziraphale to accept the reality of the situation. While Aziraphale just has a grand old time...in more ways than one.
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Excerpts
Crowley Excerpt
With a snap of his fingers, Crowley watched the slow process unfurl: Angel waking fully, finding himself unable to move, his eyes widening in alarm, inevitably followed by their frenzied skittering around the room in search of somewhere to land, something upon which to place blame or an explanation, until coming to a stop on or near himself. That was always his favourite part. Crowley would hold still and wait until the person's eyes adjusted to the darkness and they realised that something was off, that perhaps they weren't alone.
Aziraphale Excerpt
Oh good lord, he thought. I'm being haunted by a demon who is completely gorgeous, and here I am frozen, in my sleep-rumpled tartan pyjamas, probably drooling on my chin. Could this night possibly get any more mortifying?
The snarl on the demon's face suddenly turned to astonishment as he took in Aziraphale, his eyes travelling his face. Their gazes locked for several seconds, and Aziraphale felt heat swirling in his chest and gut.
Oh, keep looking at me like that. Please.
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Fic Summary:
Crowley is a Sleep Paralysis Demon.
Aziraphale is the human he's been assigned to.
Aziraphale has insomnia, and somehow, the spooky things Crowley does keep lulling him to sleep. He's very grateful.
Crowley is very annoyed.















