05 Oct 2019
Crowley had been lounging and lurking and occasionally sulking from the lack of attention for hours now. She watched with a hopeful stare as Aziraphale locked the front door to the bookshop. The angel had taken a lull in customers as a sign that she should close early and was currently moving to re-shelve a book a customer so rudely mislaid. Crowley waited until Aziraphale had rounded the corner before she slithered up behind her and grabbed her by the waist. Crowley's slim angles pressed against plush curves and, as she drew herself in, Aziraphale let out a surprised gasp.
The one where Azira Fell (directly onto Crowley's dick, did not pass go, did not fill out the appropriate forms).
Crowley catches Aziraphale with his hands in the biscuit tin. Nanny Ashtoreth is not pleased.
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.”
01 Nov 2019
Exploration of Fem!Crowley and Fem!Aziraphale. A lot, if not all, of said exploration occurs rather horizontally.
“You’re meant to be tempting, you know,” Aziraphale says, voice very quiet, and Crowley swallows very hard.
Crowley says, “You always did it better.”
(After the switching bodies business there are several Revelations.)
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14 Nov 2019