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Lucky Dip

Summary:

A collection of drabbles for Ineffable Kinktober

Tags will be added as I write and rating may change. Drabbles might be smutty, funny, cracky or angsty depending how I feel on the day.

Some stories are continued, others stand alone.

Chapter 1: Wings

Chapter Text

Every feather quivered with anticipation as Crowley trailed his fingers down Aziraphale's spine, admiring the expanse of bared skin. Aziraphale gasped as Crowley ran his palms over his shoulder blades, applying pressure in just the right spot. Leaning down, he tried to ignore how he pressed against Aziraphale. “I showed you mine, angel,” he purred into his ear. 

Aziraphale groaned at the renewed pressure on his shoulders, unable to resist the urge to release his own wings. With a broken apology, they burst free in a flurry of feathers and dust, covering Crowley and sending him into a coughing fit.

Chapter 2: Clothing/Tartan

Summary:

Shax's date tries something new

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

With minutes to go before their date, Shax was already running through potential punishments for being kept waiting. Interesting thoughts of fire play fizzled out as a figure came striding towards her, coat billowing around him. Something about how it clung to his broad shoulders, and flared from his narrow waist, fanned flames within her. As Furfur reached her side, mouth open in greeting, she grabbed the lapels of the coat, slamming him into the wall, and her lips against his. 

“Take me home, then take off everything but this glorious tartan coat,” Shax demanded, pulling away. 

“It's plaid actually.”

Notes:

Inspired by Reece Shearsmith's Taskmaster outfit 😍

Chapter 3: Somnophilia

Summary:

Just a peaceful car ride

Chapter Text

As the Bentley sped along, the stunning scenery outside went unnoticed, for her demon within had eyes for only one thing: the angel sound asleep in the passenger seat. 

In sleep, Aziraphale relaxed in a way he never did while awake, all the tension and worry slipping from him. His head fell back, baring his throat, his lips parted, his breathing deep. 

Meanwhile, Crowley squirmed, captivated and aroused by the sight. The trust revealed in Aziraphale falling asleep by his side warmed his heart, and sent the heated blood through his body. Giving in, he cupped himself through his jeans. 

Chapter 4: Snake/Naga form

Summary:

Crowley tries something new 🐍

Notes:

Inspired by Tansyogg's drabble and GlitteringRock's chapter in this mini CYOA

Chapter Text

Aziraphale’s pleading words wringing in his ears, Crowley closed his eyes and focused. As time went on he'd spent less and less time in his snake form, and he'd never even tried something in-between. 

Atoms shifted around him as he tried to picture what Aziraphale desired. As they settled he took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

In the mirror stood a half man, half snake creature. A large snake head sat atop an elongated human neck. Otherwise he appeared human, apart from a scattering of scales and a long black and red ‘tail’ that replaced his penis.

"Fuck!"

Chapter 5: Bondage

Summary:

Continuation of chapter 3. Aziraphale wakes up 👀

Notes:

Hard to fit consent and negotiation in 100 words but hope it's clear everything is consensual.

Chapter Text

“Good lord!”

Crowley’s hand ceased its frantic movements, panic forcing strangled vowels through his throat as he tried to squeeze his cock back into his jeans. 

“Stop!”

Crowley froze, finally looking at Aziraphale, 

“If you could, my dear,” Aziraphale said, a hand on the Bentley’s door. In seconds Crowley found himself restrained in his seat by more seatbelts than the Bentley usually possessed: impossible if this wasn't something Crowley secretly wanted. Aziraphale took in the sight of him bound and licked his lips. 

“Please,” Crowley whispered, then watched as Aziraphale lowered his head and engulfed his length with smiling lips. 

Chapter 6: Fire Play

Summary:

A continuation of chapter 2, Clothing.

Notes:

These are beings who drink fire. This is not intended as a realistic or safe depiction of fire play.

Chapter Text

Arms stretched high, dressed in nothing but his coat and a strip of fabric over his eyes, Furfur held himself still. Shax's flame teased over him, warming his flesh but never quite touching. There was a sharp tang of alcohol in the air, then liquid trickled over his chest, pooling around the hardened wax that adorned it. The flame drifted closer and he felt the flash of fire as the alcohol ignited, melting the wax below it to run once more. With a sizzle, he felt Shax's tongue on his nipple, her mouth suffocating the flame that had surrounded it.

Chapter 7: Gags/ballgags

Summary:

Someone got Eric to stop talking

Chapter Text

Hands bound, fabric squeaked against his teeth as Eric met the angel’s eyes, and his stomach flipped like he was on a rollercoaster. Or, he imagined that was how it would feel, having never actually been on a rollercoaster. He'd quite like to try it, but had never had the opportunity. A snort drew his attention back to the angel. Their wry smile said they knew his mind had wandered. 

“Mr Crowley said this was probably the only way to stop you talking,” Muriel said apologetically. “Have you been trying to ask me for a date?”

Eric nodded, relieved. Finally!

Chapter 8: The Bentley

Summary:

The shenanigans in the Bentley from 3 and 5 continue

Chapter Text

The Bentley’s engine rumbled with excitement, her seats vibrating and adding extra stimulation for the beings occupying them. Ever since 1941 she'd been hoping this moment would happen. Sure, she'd anticipated a more traditional first kiss, but they were an odd pair, and she wasn't about to complain about progress.

A hand fisted in the angel's curls and Crowley moaned and babbled, both giving Aziraphale permission to stop, and begging him not to. Captivated, the Bentley drifted, a horn alerting her to the oncoming truck. 

“Eyes on the road!” Crowley yelled, voice higher than usual, as she quickly swerved back. 

Chapter 9: Praise/Degradation

Summary:

A double drabble, one for praise, one for degradation.

Notes:

I was torn between two ideas and Rose kindly suggested doing both 😾😆
First, Crowley and praise, then a continuation of chapter 1: Wings

Chapter Text

Long fingers softly cupped around the apple, fingertips light against its glossy, red skin, holding it out for inspection. 

Eagerly, Crowley watched as Aziraphale leaned in, nostrils flaring slightly as he inhaled the fruit's fresh scent, eyes closing as he nodded once in approval. 

Standing up straight, Aziraphale met Crowley’s eyes. “Very nice,” he said, his voice a deep purr of approval. “You're being ever so helpful, my dear.”

Eyes blinking owlishly behind his glasses, Crowley swallowed, his Adams apple bobbing, fingers curling around the apple, pressing it into his palm. “Ngk! Not in Tesco angel, you bastard!” he squeaked.

 

******

 

Brushing away the dusty feathers, Crowley laughed. “Bloody hell, angel. What a mess you've made.”

Unexpectedly, Aziraphale gasped, squirming and firmly pressing his arse back against Crowley.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” Crowley growled, the humour swiftly fading from his voice. “Being told what a filthy angel you are, neglecting your wings like this.”

“Yes! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm a bad angel.” Aziraphale stumbled over words as they rushed out, a flush rising up the back of his neck.

“Yesss,” Crowley hissed. “Yes you are. You've disappointed me, angel. Whatever am I going to do with you now?” 

Chapter 10: Blasphemy/Priest

Summary:

Continuation of the Wings/Degradation story

Chapter Text

“Forgive me,” Aziraphale begged. 

“Do you think you deserve forgiveness? Such disrespect towards your God given gift. Borders on blasphemy.”

“Oh, god,” Aziraphale moaned.

Crowley tutted his disapproval. “Now, that is blasphemy. Taking Her name in vain, terrible behaviour. Or was that prayer?” Crowley's lips brushed Aziraphale's ear as he spoke. “No use praying now, angel. She's not the one who listens when you whisper your sins into the shadows, tempts you to confess your most wanton desires, and, if you're very wicked, fulfills every one, is She?” 

“No! It's you, always you! God. Crowley! Please, touch me,” Aziraphale cried. 

 

Chapter 11: Masturbation

Summary:

Crowley lingers after leaving the bookshop.

Chapter Text

Throwing himself into the Bentley, Crowley shifted till he could see Aziraphale, perfectly framed between two bookshelves. Throwing his hat on the passenger seat, he vanished his trousers, spreading his legs in relief. 

At his desk, Aziraphale unbuttoned his cuffs, folding up his sleeves, before reaching for his trousers. It was all too clear what he was doing, as his head fell forward in momentary relief. Crowley whined in frustration at his restricted view. A moment later, Aziraphale shifted his chair round slightly, exposing himself, a quick flick of his eyes the only indication he knew he was being watched.

Chapter 12: Feminisation

Summary:

Gabriel tries something new, at Beelzebub's request

Chapter Text

Palms smoothing ivory satin against his skin, Gabriel smiled at his reflection. He'd always enjoyed clothes: adding flair to his angelic robes, and carefully assembling all his outfits. But he'd never worn anything like this chemise. The silky fabric draped sensually over his body, making it appear softer, even as the thin straps made his shoulders appear broader than ever. When Beelzebub had sent him off to try it on he'd been confused, but as he admired himself he began to understand. 

“Look at you, all pretty for me,” Beelzebub teased from behind him, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

Chapter 13: Ancient Rome

Summary:

Crowley treats Aziraphale

Chapter Text

 

Cheeks flushed, Aziraphale gazed beseechingly up at Crowley as he wrapped wine stained lips around his offering. Those large eyes slipped closed as he sucked, cheeks hollowing as he hummed his approval. 

Crowley stared down, mesmerised by the angel before him, longing to slide his fingers through Aziraphale's hair, to tighten them around the fair curls. As if feeling the heat of his lustful regard, Aziraphale opened his eyes, swallowing. 

“Oh, they really are remarkable. Are you quite alright?”

Crowley nodded. “I'll just-” he gestured in a random direction. They needed more oysters, and hell of a lot more alcohol. 

Chapter 14: Feeding/Food play

Summary:

Everyone knows Aziraphale loves his food,.and his demon

Chapter Text

Handle held lightly between long fingers, the sharp blade slid through the vegetables with remarkable speed. They sizzled quietly as they entered the waiting pan and Crowley turned to his next task, Aziraphale's eyes never leaving his hands. 

It had been unexpected, the first time Crowley cooked for them, how it had captivated him. The pasta had been ruined that night, the smell of burning drifting up to their bedroom. Now he waited, knowing Crowley planned around the inevitable mid recipe interruption. 

With a quick check over his cleared worktop, Crowley turned and nodded, arms and lips welcoming Aziraphale's attack. 

Chapter 15: Tattoos/Piercings

Summary:

A more Gabriel and Beelzebub

Notes:

A continuation of the Feminisation chapter

Chapter Text

“Do you like it?” Gabriel's confident twirl failed to hide the uncertainty in his voice.

Stalking towards him, Beelzebub gave him an exaggerated look up and down, nodding their approval. “I love it.” Their hands reached out, skimming the silk covered hardness of Gabriel's stomach, up to tug gently at the small hoop visible under it. The former Archangel gasped, the pleasure still unexpected. When Beelzebub had suggested a moping Gabriel wear his halo on his nipple, they hadn't expected him to actually do it, let alone be so aroused by it. Beelzebub tugged again, harder, and earned a groan. 

Chapter 16: True Form/Eldritch

Summary:

Beware, Crack ahead.

Gabriel heard about True Form sex...

CW - Flies

Click here to get spoiled

Description of Gabriel covered in flies

Chapter Text

There wasn't much Gabriel regretted in his life, it's not like he was capable of making mistakes. Sometimes though, sometimes he had to acknowledge that he should have thought things through more first. This was one of those times. 

Eyes closed, the buzzing around him was almost overwhelming. He tried to find pleasure in the hundreds of tiny legs tickling his bare skin, but they just made his flesh crawl. 

The buzzing grew even louder, gradually turning into a chuckle as the flies retreated and reformed. “Told you that you wouldn't like my true form,” Beelzebub said with a smirk. 

Chapter 17: Voyeurism

Summary:

A double drabble continuation of chapter 11
Care for a little 1941 angst with your voyeurism?

Chapter Text

Aziraphale didn't need to look to know Crowley was watching, but oh how he wanted to. To see those beautiful eyes rake over him and be unable to resist wrapping those elegant fingers around his own cock as he watched Aziraphale do the same. To be out there in the Bentley by his side. But that was a risk they couldn't take. 

They'd come so close to crossing that line. Dancing together had already been a step too far, even before their feet slowed as their bodies pressed even closer. Crowley had been aroused as he was, the evidence trapped unacknowledged between them. He could still feel the ghost of Crowley’s breath on his lips as they'd leaned towards temptation. 

“We can't. I'm sorry. I can't risk…” Crowley had said, the strangled words forced out through lips that should have been otherwise occupied. Crowley had backed away as he spoke, leaving Aziraphale cold. 

“Don't leave me alone,” he'd begged, feeling desperate and exposed. 

Crowley had cast a desperate look out the window at the Bentley. “Shades of grey,” he'd said. “Go to your desk, I'll be right outside.”

And there he was. Closer than ever, but still too far away.