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➜ SYMBOLS 3 !!

❝ ⵌ ⌗ ⨳ ❞﹒ᝰ つ ᘐ ට 𖥦 ᘏ ᐟ.ᐟメ Ꮺ ゝ꒱꒱ ➜ ◞ 𐃆 ✦ ꗃ◟ ⨯ ꒰╰╮︻デ═一︰✿ ζ﹐．𓊔⺌！％ ៹ 、 ₊˚ฅ ꔛ𓂃★☆✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ₊˚๑꒷₊⊹ ⬫ ა ໒ ‧˚ ʚɞ ︿︿˗ˏˋ—ˎˊ˗﹆₊﹅˚ ⸝⸝ ꒷꒦︶︶꒷︶︶꒦꒦︶︶꒷꒦ ᘏ⑅ᕱ︵︵˚દ﹕ᜊ ᨓ˚₊↷ ୨୧﹕‧₊˚⊹﹕✧˚₊ ଘଓ⌒⌒✄┈┈ ˚ ᗢ ‧ ꕤ｡˚⤹┊≡°.• ꒰ キ 𓍯 𓏲𓂅 ♡ ‹3 ꒷꒦ ∿𖤐 𖦹 𖣠 જ ⧉ ⿻⌇𖧧﹢ヾ𓈒⁀➷ ‿➹ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ 𑑛 ৎ ໑ ࿔ 𓈀﹒ꜝ░ ◖ .꒷ 𖤐 ✯ ✪ ✮ ✰⤸₊˚ ִֶָ 𓆩 𓆪 ᠀ ⬫ ⬪ ౨ৎ 𖥔 ✉ ╳ ≛ 𖤩 ˖˚ ୫ 𐂴 𖠿 ‣ ִֶָ ، 𖤘 ، . ‹ ִֶ ャ彡 ᯅ ☄︎ 𖦆 ˚ 𖥨ぃ 𓈈ﾉꜞ≡ ⌂ ⌕ ↺ ⩇ ▨ ▦ ▩ 𖣯 ❒ ㆆ ꊥꊥ 𖨂᯽◌ ◍ ◷ ◔ ◕ ⪧◟𖣗 ̑̑ ꪶ ꫂ ᧙ ᥐ 𐑺ִ ◡ ◡ ꫂ ২ ζ १ ◠ ◠ ຊ ७ ५ 𓍢 𓍼 𓇟 𓍲 𓍱 ᨒ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ × ະ ⵓ 𐀔 ❖｡ⵢ𖤠 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 ꩟˚ ୭∿ ꔵ ⚑ ᕬ ⚐ ᶻᶻᶻ ꉂ ҂ ⋮ ❛❜ ꐑꐑ ✸ ૪ ໒ 🜲 𖥨 ⌦ ຯ ໒ ⌔？！៸៸ 𑑛 ৎ ໑ ࿔ 𓈀﹒ꜝ░ ◖ .꒷ 𖤐 ✯ ✪ ✮ ✰⤸₊˚ ִֶָ 𓆩 𓆪 ᠀ ⬫ ⬪ ౨ৎ 𖥔 ✉ ╳ ≛ 𖤩 ˖˚ ୫ 𐂴 𖠿 ‣ ִֶָ ، 𖤘 ، . ‹ ִֶ ャ彡 ᯅ ☄︎ 𖦆 ˚ 𖥨ぃ 𓈈ﾉꜞ≡ ⌂ ⌕ ↺ ⩇ ▨ ▦ ▩ 𖣯 ❒ ㆆ ꊥꊥ 𖨂᯽◌ ◍ ◷ ◔ ◕ ⪧◟𖣗 ̑̑ ꪶ ꫂ ᧙ ᥐ 𐑺ִ ◡ ◡ ꫂ ২ ζ १ ◠ ◠ ຊ ७ ५ 𓍢 𓍼 𓇟 𓍲 𓍱 ᨒ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ × ະ ⵓ 𐀔 ❖｡ⵢ𖤠 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 ꩟˚ ୭∿ ꔵ ⚑ ᕬ ⚐ ᶻᶻᶻ ꉂ ҂ ⋮ ❛❜ ꐑꐑ ✸ ૪ ໒ 🜲 𖥨 ⌦ ຯ ໒ ⌔？！៸៸ ☆ ～('▽^人) 🍥 ଓ ˖˚⊹ ₊ ╭⌗♡𓂃・꒰꒱ ﹕ᕱ⑅ᕱ﹕﹕ ₊˚੭ ╰╮𖥻໒ ♡੭ ╰╮ꔫ꒦⊹﹕﹕ˎˊ- 𑁥 ੭ 𑊑 𑊁 ረ ૮ ᭡ ᘓ ១ 𑫈 ꝿ ౿ꪆ 𑁯 𑊁 𑊡 𑫏 𑜷 Թ Ծ ౿ 𑁯 𑁭 𑁥 ੭ ꪆ ᥫ ᘏ Ꮼ ᘓ ୬ ෧ ᘡ ୪ ১ 𖥨Ꮼ ꮱ ᰢ ꮺ 𐑙 ꫤ﹅﹆ Ꮺ ᰝ ჲ ᴥ𖦆 𓍲 𓍱 Ꮘ ફ ળ ਨ ৬ ৫ ২ ণ 𖡋 ଽ ꒰ ꒱ ꒲ 𖢆 ꯊ ꒷ ꒥ ꒦ ⏝ ︶ ᝰ 𖬺ꔚ ꔛ ꕁ ꕀ ꒳ ꒴ 𖢺 ଓ ଲ ପ ମ ଘ᳂ 🝎 𓐍 𐐫 𐐃 ◍ ⱺ ◔ ◷ 𔓏 • 〄⌾ 𖣠 𖦹 ꩜ 🝎 ๑ ꮻ ☹︎ 𓇸 𖦸 𔓶𒀭 𔓘 𑁍 𖡎 ֍ 🜰 ᦅ⟲⟳❁ ᜊ 𒆳 𒉽 ▸◂ 𝅎𝅏 𝅈𝅉 🝓 ◃▹ ː ⬫ ⬥ ⬦ ⑅Ⰶ ⊞ 𐌎 ⌦ 𐅰 ⎗ ◫ ༕ 🜲 ꯀ 𖣯 ▦𝄝 𝄜 𖣖 ⎗ ⎘ ⌂ ⩩ 𐄹 ⋕ ＃ ꖛ 𖥻𔗨 ᜃ ୫ ะ ⎎ १ ∿ 𖤛 𖧧 🝭 𖧉 🜵𔒝 𓆜 𓆝 𔘜 𓅫 𐀔 𔒌 𐙼 𖡅 𖣂 𔒱𐚱 𐚬 𐚯 𐚤 𐂴 𐃨 𐃫 𓄣 𓏊 𖥧 𖤣 𔒅 ♡ ❥ ᯽ ꕤ 🝮 ♥︎ 𑃢 𐀶 ꒧ ꇊ⎙ ⏚ 〧 ▌ ▬ ▭ ꉙ ꗃ ౾ ౽ 𐰢 ⏧𓄹 𓄼 𔓕 𔐬 𔘏 𓏲 𓍢 𓍯 𓂅 𓂃 𓁹 𐇻ᨃ ᨓ ᨑ ᨐ ᨏ ᨎ ╭╯◖ ◗ ꉂ ‡ꃋ ꃼ ୶ 𝄿 # ﹪ 𖠲 יִ 𖥔 🝊 ✾ 𔖲࿔ ⩩ 𖥨 ╰ ╮ ࿓ ᘒ ⊹ ✧ ✦ ⟆ ֊ ꗃ ⌗ ❍ ﹕ཿ ♡ ■ ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 𓂃 ♥︎ ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 𖦹 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७ ५ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⩩ 𖦹 ৎ 𖨂 𖥦 𓍢 ζִֶָ ꔛ ੭ 𓎆 ◞ 𐚱 ⩄ ⍝ ᠀ · ꗃ 𖦹 𓈒 𖧧 𓂃 𝕝 𓄹 𓄼 ҂ ⬫ ܀ ⃝ ᘏ ︰ ⚠ ꤥ 𓇬 𓃉 𓇸 𓆇 ⸃ ⸰ ⬞ 𐑥 ᠈ ✉ ᨒ ﹆ ⬝ 𑁤 𔘓 𔓘 ᜊ ᪤ ꒷ ⌨ ⬪ ↀ ⬩ ⬧ ⬥ ⊹ 〨 ⩌ ⩍ ⩋ 𓊌 𓇿 𓊔 𓈈 ㆐ Ⳋ ︳ ⴰ 𔒴 ↻ 𝅅 ﹐ ㄔ ഒ ＊ ⛓ 𓎆 ⩩ ⵌ٠ ᭡ ꕤ 𓈀 っ 𓊘 𓄹 ⦂ ᘏ 𔘓 𓈈 𓂃 𖠿 ཿ ࿀ ᎔ ᎓ ᜴ ᜵ ᝪ ៚ ៳ ᠀ ᠉ ᤳ ᨓ ᭝ ᱺ ᳃ ◯ ◦ ◡ ◠ ⋆ ۬۟۬ ⑅ ꠴ ੭ જ ꞈ ⸝ ˴ › ≡ ࿔ ／ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ៸ ૪ ೨ ␥ ■ ♧ ◇ ◈ ﹫ ꧔ ੭ જ ꞈ ⸝ ≡ ࿔ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ៸ ໒ ː ՞ ᵎ ࿂ ﹆ ᰍ ִ𖧧 𖤠 𓄹 ﹅ 𝄪 ̟ ͜͝ ꯭ ̳ ֠ ⃝ ⃘ ⃕ ̸ ̶ ̲ ̅ ˙ ̣ ͘ ׄ ִ ◧◧◧⬕▦▬◤◣▃▄▅▆▇▏▎▎▅▍∞∴∵∭∬☽☾✜♥︎♠︎⚾︎⋆·˚ ༘ * 🔭 ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾ (୨୧ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤) ✩°｡⋆⸜(ू˙꒳ ˙ )･:*˚:✧｡ . .ıllı. ✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧��˚ 「」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ . ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪ ೫` ⃟ ཹ։❀ ፧ ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ °↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⚘݄⿴݃*₊˚꒰:: ≡ ෆ┊. ,! ۰ ۪۪۫۫ ❬ヾ︿︿،، ♡ ⏧·₊̣̇. ❵ ﹏﹏﹏❅ೃ ∞. ; ‹⌇ ✩✼　｡ﾟ･　　ﾟ･ミ ೃ ‧₊˚ ˗ˋˏ ˎˊ˗ ⊱⋅ ⋅⊰ ❴ ❵ ೋ ❥• ➥ ೃ❅,. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ↻↺۬◦۪۪̥ ✿ - ̗̀ ❳ ︸〞 ꜜ ͎ ╰ ╯╱╳╲ ⸗ =͟͟͞͞: 〣 ꞋꞌꞋꞌ ҂ ˘˘˘ ⸝⸝ ￤﹆ ꜛ ꜜ ⸃⸃ ⸗ ▾ ˖ ︴ ↻ ⇁ ﹏゛ ⇢ ﾞ ⁾⁾ ଽ ୭̥ ➶ ↻ ✘ ┈ ₊̇°˟̫ː ៸៸ ｡ ٬٬ ␣ ❪ ￣ ҩ ✕ ͝ ۫ ۪۪۪۫ ” ᵎ 〇 ,, ㅤ ❫ ٠ِ٘ٓ ℮ ▪ ❬ ❭ ❨ ❩ ⸂ ᵎ , ⃕ ➘ α ❴ ⟨ ⟩ ︵─┊-˚̩̥̩̥)❫ෆ∞ೃ❅≡〈〔＜ㄑ(ㄥ=三=＝《￣￣￣（丶／＼.˙˙．〝！？冫人｜!i＾iゝ〔〔〕〉 ⵢ◞⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ཻུ۪۪۪۫ ⎧ ..⃗. ꒱ Ꮠ ⊰ .⃗ ༉‧ ⃟ ˚◦ ˬ̽. ̽ ⋆≿⁞ꜜ₊̣﹏﹃﹄「」₊｡ﾟ➶︾〃･﹢ ̼ ⌁⌔⌕ ⌮┊★ $ ◟̽◞̽ ꒷꒦✞▃▃▅▆ ✿゛✎ ✄✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅┊ೃ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖ ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ . ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ೫` ⃟ ཹ։❀ ፧ ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ ° ↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⌧. →× ︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵ ⚘݄⿴݃*₊˚꒰:: ≡,!ヾ︿︿،، ♡ ⏧·₊̣̇. ❵ ﹏﹏﹏❅ೃ ∞. ; ෆ┊¡ ⸼۰ ۪۪۫۫ ❬“= ‹⌇ #⃞ ＠ ﹫ ₍₎ ᥲᥱℎ ; ♡⋆.ೃ࿔* 𓂃 ☯︎ ꒰꒱ ᝰ ılı.lıllılı.ıllı. ೄྀ(^‿^✿) ʚĭɞ 𓆝𓆟𓆜 ོ ʚ ᨳ ପ ꒦꒷ ꩜ 𖦹 ᜊ ★ ☆ 𖤐 ☻(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:☆:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ּ ⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉ ७ ८ १ ९ ४ ५ ॽ এ ৎ ১ ৫ ৶ ੭ ઽ ૮ ૭ ૦ ଓ ଘ ଙ ଽ ୦ ୨ ୧ ୪ ୬ ୭ ఽ ౨ ౿ ೨ ഽ ໒ ໑ ༺ ༻ ༾ ༿ ᗀ ᗁ ᗂ ᗃ ᗢ ᗣ ᘍ ᘊ ᘝ ᘞ ᚙ ᜊ ᜑ ៙ ᪤ ᱪ ᱖ ᱕ ᳁ ᳂ ᳃ ⊙ ⊚ ⊰ ⊱ ⊲ ⊳ ⋕ ⋮ ⌂ ⌔ ⌕ ⌗ ⌘ ⌙ ⌦ ⌧ ⌫ 〈 〉 ⌾ ⍝ ⎈ ⎓ ⎙ ⎚ ⏙ ⑅ ┆ ┇ ┊ ┋ ★ ☆ ☓ ♡ ♥︎ ⚯︎ ⚢︎ ⚛︎ ⚝︎ ⚹︎ ⛧︎ ⛮︎ ⛻︎ ⚠︎ ⚘︎ ⚣︎ ✦ ✧ ❍ ❑ ⟃ ⟄ ⟅ ⟆ ⟡ ⟲ ⟳ ⦾ ⧉ ⧾ ⩀ ⩇ ⩉ ⩊ ⩋ ⭑ ⭒ ⭗ ⭘ ⭙ ⭚ ⭛ Ⱶ ⲷ Ⳋ ⵂ ⵌ ⸦ ⸧ ⸮ 〄々〆〩ぁあのを龱 ꀯ ꃳ ꆪ ꈊ ꈔ ꌦ ꎺ ꏳ ꏿ ꐑ ꐚ ꐧ ꐪ ꑘ ꒰ ꒱ ꔪ ꔛ ꔡ ꔵ ꕃ ꕀ ꔷ ꔮ ꕊ ꕕ ꕤ ꕪ ꖏ ꖘ ꖴ ꗃ ꗏ ꘎ ꘫ ꜔ ꞝ ꠶ ꠷ ꢏ ꢾ ꣑ ꥟ ꩜ ꩐ ꫢ ꫪ ꯱       ﹅﹆ ﹟ ﹠ ﹗ ﹖ ﹢ ﹫ ﹪ ＃！＋￮ � 𐀏 𐁇 𐂂 𐂐 𐄹 𐇵 𐌎 𐌆 𐐂 𐐒 𐐗 𐐘 𐐜 𐐪 𐐺 𐐿 𐑀 𐝡 𐨀 𐪔 𐪆 𐪇 𑁘 𑁙 𑁚 𑁤 𑁥 𑁦 𑁨 𑁩 𑁬 𑁭 𑁯 𑂗 𑄻 𑊂 𑐛 𑑙 𑑛 𑑑 𓂁 𓂂 𓂃 𓂅 𓄹 𓄼 𓆇 𓆩 𓆪 𓆠 𓇷 𓇸 𓈀 𓈅 𓊌 𓊔 𓋭 𓋰 𓋱 𓏲 𓏳 𔒅 𔔀 𔔤 𔔦 𔖢 𔗨 𔘓 𔘜 𓈈 𖠘 𖠇 𖠛 𖠗 𖠣 𖠚 𖣠 𖣯 𖦹 𖧖 𖧗 𝄄 𝄜 𝇋 𝇌 🜲 🜸 🜽 🝕 🝙 🝯 🝩 🝱 ❀ ✿ ✩ ✫ ✧ ✦ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ───────────────────── ⿻ ⠂ ˇ ᕱ ⑅ ᕱ ⿴݃ ⎗ ꧔ ᵕ̈﹫ ຳ ⌕ ତ ⊹ 𓍢 ଓ 𖧧 ๑﹆﹅ ᨳ᭬ ° ｡ ⸼ ˴ ✦ ♥︎ 𓎆 ՙ ˒ ﹟. ◠ ֊ ᭡ ∩ ！𓏲 𓂃𓏸 ៸ • ɤ ' : 𐑡 ≀ 𓄼 · 𓄹 `�� ୨୧ 𝆬 𓏸 ・ ପ ♡ ⎙ › ⍝ ᕬ 。 ִֶָ ᘏ ◑ ▭▬ 𖥻 ⌗ ៹ ꗃ 𓈈 𖥦 ░ ᨒ 𓂅 ⬪ 𖣂 ᝰ ⨾ 𓈒 ׂ⏧ ㅓ 𓍼 哈伊 ‘ ⋄ っ ⌯ ゛ ৲ ✉︎ ៸៸ ᶻᶻᶻ ▞ ⌀ ࣪ . ⧉ ✫ ✰ ✶ ⋆ ৲ ˒˒ ‹ ๑ — · ៸ ‣ ˒ ◠ ⎙ ⬪ ২ ⩩ ♥︎ ᯽ ໑ ❑ ❒ ﹆ ໑ ⬩ ⍉ ʚ ੭. ✶ ›⭒ ⋆ ˴ ᤴ ੭ꞈ ᠀ ⸙ ຯ ତ ° ｡ ⸼ ✰ ♡ ﹫ # ✧ ⋆﹙ ⟅﹟ ☆ ‧ֺ․۬‧˖ ★ 𖤐 ✦ ⭑ ⸝ ✩⌇˒༣ ˎˊ˗ 𖥨 ۪𓍢݂ ͑ꜝ᜔ ⭒ ꒹ ꒰ ⌜ ⌝ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ︿،، ➩✐ ✎❝❞ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ⌦ ⡪჻ ✰ ★ ☆ ⭒ ⭑ ✧ ✦ ⊹ ❍ ◐⠀⬪ 𖧷 ٭ ᪥ 𖣔 ❁ ✿𝆬 •᷄ɞ•᷅ •́ ₃ •̀ •᷄ࡇ•᷅ ᴖ ᴈ ᴖ ᵕ̈ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ᵔᴗᵔ ･᷄-･᷅ ˶ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ    𐇵  ↻ ‣ › ˒ ⋅ ٠ • ː﹕ˇ · ، ؛ ❛ 〃 ⇢ ⤼ ﹫ ، ७ ˒៹ 𓏲 ˙.໑ㅤ೨ㅤ𓂃𓏸 ࿔ ꗃ ⠀。̊· 𖥾 ⋆ ⿻ ❒ ❏ ᨳ ʚ 𖧧࣪ ๑ ໑

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Helping Hand

Crowley x GN!Reader

(use of female anatomy and the term 'good girl')

NSFW 18+ ONLY / Requests are: OPEN

Summary: Crowley catches you reading a NSFW novel and gives you a helping hand.

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When Aizraphale had gone away for a few days out to the country on a hunt for some sort of first edition book he was desperate for, you’d not thought much of it. Aziraphale was always darting off here and there for rare books or conferences he thought might be interesting. He was always after the next bit of knowledge, or the next great novel.

He had to go further this time, and had let both you and Crowley know that he was going to be a couple days. The pair had always been respectful towards you, and the three of you were good friends.

You’d offered to look after the Bookshop for him while it was gone. Aziraphale had not wanted to put you out and promised to pick you up something while he was gone if he found something you might like as a thank you. It wasn’t necessary, but appreciated none the less.

And besides, you loved the Bookshop. It was homely and comforting- and the energy the Bookshop seemed to radiate felt, just… so safe. It was hard to express, but the point was: you loved to be at the Bookshop, and there was no way you were going to pass up a chance to be able to stay there for a week or with all those books. So many things to read, and if you didn’t make a start on your to-read list, you were afraid you’d never catch up.

Which is exactly how you found yourself in the position you were in now. Given how prone to distraction Aziraphale was, you’d been able to tell upon receiving the keys and Aziraphale shuffling off in the direction of Crowley and his Bentley who were parked across the street ready to take him to the train station- that Aziraphale had not had a chance to give the shop a once over in quite some time.

You’d started off with a quick vacuum, picking up bits and pieces here and there to move out of the pathway you were cleaning. And, of course- you knocked into a precarious pile of books that went tumbling to the floor. One of which caught you in the calf, causing you to bark out a curse before turning the vacuum off in a huff and picking up the offending book.

“Aziraphale,” you tutted, giving the cover a quick look over before turning it over to read the back. “Wouldn’t have picked you for a purveyor of cliterature.” You chuckle to yourself at the word, having seen it on social media somewhere before and absolutely loving it. Makes you laugh every single time.

You read over the back one more time, brow arching at the interesting themes presented in the book. Even for you, this was… something else.

Purely for curiosity's sake, you opened up the novel to give it a quick little read. Just to see what it was about. It was about twelve pages in before the first smut scene, and you had to wonder to yourself if this was only the first- surely it could only go downhill from here. The entire book couldn’t be this good, could it?

It didn’t take you long to find out. By the third chapter you were biting your lip- cleaning forgotten. Reading about the main protagonist being eaten out by Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome as if Mr. TD&H might die if she didn’t cum right then and there was, well, fucking hot. You’d have to make a point to look up the author later and see if they had any other books. Your question had been about why Aziraphale had this in his shop when it didn’t match with anything of his usual style, but that question was completely forgotten in the haze of cocks and fingering in the page-turner you held in front of you.

“Bit of light reading?” Crowley peers over your shoulder to read a few lines. “Mm- doesn’t seem your style.”

The voice snaps you out of the paragraph where the main character is currently enjoying something rather phallic from behind, and a sucking vibrator on their clit. The book falls from your hands and lands with an incriminating thud onto the floor.

“Oh, fuck- Crowley- uh, what are you doing here?” You exclaim, whirling around and pressing yourself into the bookcase in fright. The Demon in question drags his gaze up from the floor to your reddened cheeks and finally to your eyes. His lips are curled in a knowing smirk, and you clock the way his snake-eyes dilate just a little. “You scared the shit out of me!”

You raise a hand to slap him on the arm. He weathers the hit with a chuckle and a mocking pout. “Aww, darling- weren’t expecting me back so soon, is that it?” You splutter out a series of garbled sounds before he steps right into your space and noses by your ear.

“Imagine my surprise,” he says, voice low and dangerous, “when I come back from dropping our favourite Angel off at the station- to find the smell of sin in the air.” His tongue darts up to lick the shell of your ear, and you let out a real, honest-to-God whimper.

“In the Bookshop, no less,” he continues in a dark whisper. “Such a Heavenly place, I would have thought.” He punctuates the sentence with a bite to your ear lobe and your eyes flutter closed with pleasure.

“Mm- there it is,” he chuckles, pulling away to look over your flushed cheeks and hooded eyes. “Dunno if you knew this, darling- but given that I am, in fact, a Demon. Means I can do things. Great things. Interesting things.” He brushes a warm finger down your cheek to wrap around your throat lightly. You knew, of course that Aziraphale and Crowley weren’t human, but you’d also never pried too far for answers.

“One of the more interesting things,” he continues darkly, fingers pressing just a tiny bit tighter. “Is, well- I can sense sin. Sweet feeling, leaves tingles in the spine. If I’m attuned enough, I can even smell it.”

His fingers suddenly press harder and your head hits the bookshelf softly. You see his nostrils flare and choke out a whimper.

“Mm- I can sense how much you like that, Pet. Can smell it off you. Your sin…” he trails off thoughtfully, letting his fingers soften so you can suck a breath in. “Mm, smells like peaches and cream.”

“Now,” he says, letting go and leaning down to pick up the discarded book. “Tell me now if you don’t want this to go any further.”

You don’t know how to respond, and so therefore give him a soft nod. It’s all you can bear to do right now, though if you knew the plans Crowley had for you, you may have said no. Who were you kidding, you’d never say no to Crowley for anything he desired.

“Mm- good. Here, take this.” Crowley hands you the book and steps back into your personal space, raking a hand up your side and up to pull on your hair softly. “And read it.”

“You want me to… what?” You ask in a whisper.

“Read. It.”

You look between him and the book a couple of times before shaking your head. How embarrassing, you did not want to read the things that were in that book aloud to him. And what for? So he could revel in your embarrassment? Yeah, you didn’t think so.

“No?” He asks, arching a brow. “Oh, but darling, I asked so nicely. I won’t do it again.”

You feel yourself swallow thickly. And by the way his grin widens just a little, you know he notices it too. You pull the book up with one hand and flick open to a random page. Crowley makes a pleased sound. He lets go of your hair and uses one hand to grab your hip and the other plays across your lower tummy under your shirt, brushing the skin with feather light touches. He gives you a look to say ‘well get on with it, then.’

“Uh,” you stutter out as his forefinger trails circles above the waistband of your underwear. “His breath, smelling of mint brushes over her skin-” Crowley’s hand on your hip rolls down to your knee before hiking your leg over his, effectively pinning your legs apart but also pushes you back against the bookcase. Your breath hitches and his fingers stop moving.

“Go on,” he teases, mouthing at the side of your throat.

“And, he, uh, his tongue licks a stripe down her abdomen. With her-” you avert your eyes and Crowley tuts, trailing his fingers closer to your cunt. You try again. “With her tits heaving from heavy breaths, his tongue finds her clit- oh-”

Crowley’s forefinger reaches your own clitoris, and he chuckles mockingly into your throat at the choked off moan that spills from your mouth. He trails soft circles around with his fingers, testing the pleasure receptors and making sure it’s not too much for you. When you sink back against the bookcase, he lets out a disapproving grunt before grinding out an unappeased “that doesn’t sound like reading, Pet.”

You let out a breathy chuckle and Crowley clicks his tongue, rubbing his fingers just a little faster. He moves fast enough to start building you up, your hips bucking off the bookcase and towards him. His knee pressing you into the position he wants you in moves in a little closer, the muscles in your leg burning as it pulls taut over his leg.

“Right- what happens next then?” He asks, two of his fingers sliding down past your clit to rub your folds, collecting the slick he finds there. “Pretty sure you were saying something about clits and tongues?”

“Mm, oh, y-yeah,” you reply, swallowing thickly as those two fingers now rub around your hole teasingly. You can feel yourself squeezing- almost like you were trying to suck his fingers inside yourself. “-F-finds her clit- he licks against her sensitive-mmmh, fuck-”

Crowley’s fingers slam inside without warning, twisting and curling behind your clit just exactly where you needed it. He laughs, and stops moving, waiting for you to continue.

“-b-bundle of nerves. She pulls at his hair, and- oh, ah- he groans in satisfaction,” your head drops back as he starts to fuck his fingers into you in earnest. You whine as he hits a particularly good spot and bites down lightly on the join of your neck and shoulder. “His tongue presses down from her clit to- sh-shit, fuck, Crowley- to her entrance.”

The Demon in question pushes a third finger inside you, adjusting his fingers so that his thumb could bump against your clit with every push inside. Your leg over his begins to jerk with the pleasure- little spasms that you couldn’t control even if you wanted to. Your fingers were going white with your grip on the novel.

His fingers spread out and he rubs them against your inner walls, panting in your ear about how fucking tight and wet you were. Your spare hand wrapped around his neck to hold on for balance, and the Demon had the nerve to mock you for it.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Pet? Feels too good, huh? Gonna fall over if you don’t hold on?” To drive the point home he pistons his fingers in and out mercilessly, delighting in the shriek of pleasure that tears out of you. “Mm, that’s better, darling. Don’t hold back for me.”

You let the noises out easier after that, book almost forgotten in your grip. You’re sure there must be fingerprints imprinted into the cover after this. You felt bad about it, sure- but you could always just buy Aziraphale another copy later. Crowley lets you enjoy yourself for another minute or two, working you up closer to the edge, thumb rubbing against your clit just enough to send jolts of pleasure up your spine.

And just as you start to reach that peak, he slows down. You crack your eyes open- not even having realised they’d closed, and groan in frustration. He grins that charming, evil smile at you, and flicks his gaze towards the novel. “Didn’t tell you to stop reading, did I?”

“N-no, fuck- you will be the death of me,” you grind out, wiggling your hips on his fingers in the hopes it might spur him back into action. You look over to the novel, picking a sentence and continuing on. “With his t-tongue exploring her hole, she kn-knew she wouldn’t last long.”

Crowley let out a thoughtful sound, changing the pace and position again to rub against your g-spot. “Greedy thing,” he laughs out quietly, pressing his hips closer against yours so you could feel his dick against you. You widened the gap between your legs as much as you could given the fact that one was already spread out and over his taut leg. “Mm- good girl,” he growls.

“He knew s-she was close, and- oh, fuck, Crowley, I’m-” the demon grunted in acknowledgement, speeding up. “F-fuck- brought his fingers up to rub ah-against her- ngh- clit.”

You were so close and determined to see this through. You knew if you stopped reading, he would move the finish line for you, and so despite the fact you were moments from cumming, you found the focus to continue with the novel.

“W-with a cry, sh-she, oh-hoh, fuck- Crowley- she exploded around-d him,” a high pitched whine broke free of you, and he chuckled. “H-her pleas-ure rocked thr-through her in waves, but h-he did not let up,” you read between gasps of breath.

“Un-until she pushed h-him away, sat-isfied and sated-d- oh, oh fuck me, Crowley, I’m gonna-”

“Fuck, that’s it, Pet. Cum for me,” Crowley growls darkly, eyes boring heated holes through your skin, cock grinding up against your thigh- wherever he can get any friction.

He doesn’t even get through the sentence before you’re over that finishing line, book dropping to the floor so you can hold onto his shoulder for purchase. Your head slams back against the bookcase, sending a few novels tumbling down to the floor to join the first. Your leg spasms and dark moans and sharp gasps fill the Bookshop.

Crowley fucks you through it, fingers never ceasing until you- like the character the book, are trying desperately to get him to slow down, the overstimulation making you whimper and moan.

The Demon laughs, and gives your cunt a little slap before pulling his hand out and bringing them up to the light coming in through the window. His eyes flit over the slick he sees there, admiring how wet you were for him. When he’s done, he sucks them clean, forked tongue coming out to play.

He doesn’t fail to notice the way your gaze heats at the sight. He might have to store that one away for another time, he rather thinks.

Slowly, he lets your leg down- immediately filling the space with his hips rubbing into your own. You whine at the burn in your muscles and he laughs mockingly. Crowley grinds once, twice more before he’s groaning into your shoulder and cumming ribbons in his pants.

His mouth drops open, and he rubs himself up against you to ride out the high. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and you playfully tug at his hair, grinning at the way he lets out an honest-to-God moan. You think you might lock that away for future use.

Once he’s come down, he pulls a miracle up from below, cleaning himself up. He noses at your neck and pulls you in close.

“I think,” he says quietly, “we ought to make use of the spare room and take a quick nap, what do you say?”

You smile and press a kiss to his jaw, nodding in agreement. He humms contentedly and steps away from you to allow you to lead the way. You pick up the couple of novels that had fallen to the floor and put them away before taking him to the spare bedroom, the both of you collapsing down into the bed.

It doesn’t take long before Crowley is snoring softly, and you take the chance to snuggle up to him, watching the dust in the sunrays in the window.

Your pussy clenches as you think over the events of the last half hour, and you find yourself daydreaming about all the other ways you want Crowley to fuck you.

Next time, maybe you’d have to have him up against the bookcases and mewling under your touch.

Yeah, you rather liked the sound of that.

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