Mirrorgames



Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark 6

    Tags
    Summary

    Crowley doesn’t mind that she does not belong, really. What matters is that she looks the part. And the truth remains: she doesn’t hate the Opera.

    Not when Aziraphale is by her side.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    5,158
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    14
    Kudos:
    68
    Bookmarks:
    6
    Hits:
    525

    10 Feb 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 16

    Tags
    Summary

    “Shall I repeat, then? If you insist on watching me get undressed, then I insist on watching you as well. I see no reason why I should be the only one down to my underpants,” and then Aziraphale smiled, a bit like he knew he’d won something, and it became evident why when he said, “Unless, of course, you prefer I head upstairs, as I had planned.”

    Crowley snapped his tongue on the roof of his mouth, and he laughed again. He had to admit, Aziraphale could always find creative solutions to his problems.

    The joke was on him, though;

    Crowley couldn’t have given any less fucks about stripping down to his underwear.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    5,995
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    13
    Kudos:
    157
    Bookmarks:
    16
    Hits:
    1,254

    08 Feb 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 21

    Tags
    Summary

    Crowley touched himself a lot. A lot. Like, a ridiculous amount. He spent most of the 16th Century jerking off. Even now, in the 21st, his hand often traveled down his torso before he even had a chance to blink his eyes open in the morning.

    Time and place. Very important concept. His bed, his bathtub, Hell, his car; they were all perfectly acceptable.

    But Aziraphale’s bookshop? Not the place.

    With Aziraphale perusing shelves in the back? Not the time.

    Yet, there Crowley was, locked in the back office, leaning against the door, furiously stroking his own cock.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    6,293
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    38
    Kudos:
    242
    Bookmarks:
    21
    Hits:
    1,707

    08 Feb 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 10

    Tags
    Summary

    His lips part open in a gasp from the sheer bliss of it, and a rough, long moan is torn from deep inside his guts;

    Aziraphale pushes his hips up once, and just like that Crowley’s gone. His cock tenses up, still untouched, and he squirts a mess all over the smooth, pale skin of Aziraphale’s belly.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    1,586
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    17
    Kudos:
    126
    Bookmarks:
    10
    Hits:
    1,191

    08 Feb 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 62

    Tags
    Summary

    1941, London, take 3

    Aziraphale notices it as they near the bottom of the bottle, when the last jammy dregs cling to the inside of the glasses they’ve been nursing for some time, misted impressions of their fingerprints standing out against the otherwise crystalline surface.

    He’s not certain why he’s only seeing it now; perhaps Crowley has been able to hide it until the alcohol dismantled his characteristic defenses enough to expose his wincing.

    “Crowley,” Aziraphale asks, a little woozy himself, pleasantly inebriated from wine laced, ebbing adrenaline and the demon’s fire crackling presence, “are you quite alright, my dear?”

    His tongue is thick in his mouth, heavy, and clumsy, and aching for some reason, too; it’s odd, and a tad disconcerting.

    “‘M fine,” Crowley’s lightning quick reply is a mumbled, obvious lie he’s unable to twist into something convincing despite his efforts to do otherwise, “don’t worry ‘bout me, angel.”

    I do little else, Aziraphale nearly admits out loud, absurd you could even think otherwise, despite our differences, despite our pasts, despite our… everything.

    *

    Or, an imagining of what else may have transpired that night during the Blitz.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    5,589
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    81
    Kudos:
    443
    Bookmarks:
    62
    Hits:
    2,964

    30 Jan 2025

Navigation