Another Year, Another Open RP Post
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Currently offering: Crowley, angel!Crowley, Haleth. Will update this if that changes. If you want one of those three, have at it.
duckshaveears posting in faemusedCurrently offering: Crowley, angel!Crowley, Haleth. Will update this if that changes. If you want one of those three, have at it.
dessert is served ;)
Date: 2023-09-03 03:27 pm (UTC)It takes so little movement to curve his hand back, to press that palm into Crowley’s cheek. To haul himself out of his chair, into Crowley’s lap (clumsily, since there’s so much more of his human shape than there is of Crowley’s and it’s all rather soft), tipping the demon’s head back so Aziraphale can capture his half-open mouth for a searing, hungry kiss.
(Did Eve taste the apple like this, driving her tongue deep and desperate into a flavor she’d never experienced? Did Adam? Was this what it was like, a rush of knowledge that could only ever be half guessed at suddenly flooding mouth and lungs and heart? Or is this better, because it has nothing to do with Heaven or Hell, because it’s finally just the two of them?
Probably the latter.)
and Crowley is STARVING but also ow ow ow the typos in my last one owwwwww
Date: 2023-09-05 10:05 pm (UTC)Aziraphale might move clumsily but he's more than welcomed onto the demon's lap. Crowley wraps arms around him at once, pulls him in hard, fists against the top and base of his spine. Opens his mouth into the kiss with a needy moan he doesn't attempt to hide at all, tasting Aziraphale's breath and mouth with far, far more enthusiasm than anything they've eaten or drunk tonight. Or ever, for that matter.
My darling you know I never mind at all, I leave whole words out sometimes. Feast, C.
Date: 2023-09-05 11:17 pm (UTC)There’s so much more to the way Crowley tastes than the meal they’ve just shared, even if the capsaicin in the cocktail and several of the dishes lingers somewhat on both their already-reddened lips. Aziraphale can’t wait to spend hours untangling what these new layers of flavor are; already he can sense a hint of smoke, a metallic spark. It’s delicious. Crowley is delicious.
He’d say so, but that would mean breaking the kiss. And truth be told, he hasn’t got either the presence of mind or the desire to. His thighs squeeze a little either side of Crowley’s, his hips grinding downward, and the pressure steals his breath. (Not that he needs it, but it’s pleasantly dizzying.)
I know :) and ohhh. he is.
Date: 2023-09-07 12:53 am (UTC)He's so hard in his jeans, he can't remember ever being this hard before in his life, and they've only been at it for a scant few minutes.
No, not minutes. An hour at least. There's no question that Aziraphale set everything up with intentions and they've both been dining on anticipation as much as food and drink. That's the best part. Though Aziraphale rubbing his cunt against Crowley's cock is a blessed close second, even with layers of clothing in the way.
(He can smell it, could as soon as he walked in, though it took a while to realise what he was smelling. But it's clear now, so clear, a scent-picture that talks of soft wet heat, a welcoming place just aching for him to...)
Another groan swallowed up in another kiss, and nails almost clawing at Aziraphale's back. Crowley is feasting and he's never been more starved.
ok I lied I’m also trying to manifest ONE kiss like that for s3. shh.
Date: 2023-09-07 07:50 pm (UTC)A shivering wave of arousal moves up his spine,strong enough to make him break off their kiss with a gasp—though only just. The words he manages to rasp out are almost kisses themselves, still punctuated by flickering presses of lips and tongue.
“All of me. Starting right here. Right now.” It’s a promise and a plea. Aziraphale wants to be devoured in a way Crowley’s never done to any meal they’ve ever shared, wants to do the same in return. He drives the point home with another full kiss, hips pressing down again.
He doesn’t care if it happens on the table or the floor or even right here in this chair. He doesn’t care how many times it happens. As long as they get their fill of one another, or at least begin to take the sharpest edge off this shared starvation they can finally end.
well this is irresistible
Date: 2023-09-07 11:36 pm (UTC)It's the only way toexplain what he does next. If he saw it in a Richard Curtis film he'd laugh himself silly, guffaw about the ridiculous, unrealistic things humans consider romantic and how they'd never happen (or at least, not successfully) in real life.
Nevertheless.
"All of me. Starting right here. Right now.”
He almost snarls his agreement. More clear is the way he immediately moves his hands to Aziraphale's thighs, wraps legs around his waist as he stands, still kissing the angel furiously. It takes only a moment to turn towards the table, another moment to push whatever's on it out of the way.
(There's a crash as some part of their meal falls to the floor. Whatever it was, he'll fix it later. Though a tiny barely coherent part of his brain hopes it wasn't the alcohol)
And then he's lowering Aziraphale onto the table, on his back, bent in half to keep kissing him. Hands freed to fumble with trouser buttons, yank them down with no finesse. Pull the pants down in their wake. Put his hands on Aziraphale's hips to make sure the angel won't move.
Crowley strikes like the snake he is, burying his tongue in Aziraphale's quim, licking and kissing and sucking and tasting, tasting, tasting.
AGREED
Date: 2023-09-08 09:40 pm (UTC)He hears dishes clatter, barely registers the sound [footnote: The bookshop knows its owner well enough by now to know what sorts of messes are welcome and what sorts are to be avoided. Which means that it’s one of the few places in the world where someone could drop their toast and have it land buttered side up. The dishes may fall noisily, but they know better than to break or to land face down.] before his back hits the table. Dizzy, Aziraphale grabs at the tablecloth, needing a fistful of something to cling to in the moment; he grips hard as desperate hands yank his trousers and pants down.
Then Crowley pins his hips to the table and nearly dives between his thighs, and Aziraphale makes a raw, ecstatic noise. One hand grabs at the demon’s hair, the other keeps a death grip on the tablecloth, because oh fuck, Crowley’s tongue flickers and darts and strokes in the most exquisite ways. Not just his clit but along his soaked lips, dipping into his cunt, making the most beautifully obscene wet sounds.
Aziraphale whimpers out a “yes” in some language, possibly not currently in use on Earth, and squirms in Crowley’s grasp to try and fuck his mouth.
So glad you and Aziraphale approve ;) I love the Bookshop headcanon here and have a story to tellyou
Date: 2023-09-08 09:58 pm (UTC)Not that they'll have a chance. This, all of this, is just for Crowley.
He hooks his ankle around his chair, pulls it in place so he can sit back down. Means he's not bending over at such an awkward angle, which leaves him free to shove Aziraphale's thighs further apart, bury his face between them even more thoroughly. Aziraphale's laid out on the table as the final course of the best meal Crowley's ever had and he intends to appreciate every single nuance.
He teases, plays, explores, researches. Flicks his tongue over Aziraphale's clit, then kisses it. Circles the vulva with fingers and tongue and a ring of kisses. Presses his tongue deep into the cunt, replaces it with a finger when he withdraws to suck at the clit again. Anything that earns an approving or desperate sound gets repeated. Aziraphale rolls his hips against Crowley's mouth and Crowley loves it, would happily sit here feasting for the rest of the night. All the nights.
Crowley feasts.
Tell! Also heh welcome to this headcanon. And WANTON MODE UNLOCKED.
Date: 2023-09-08 10:41 pm (UTC)This is an order of magnitude hotter than anything he could do on his own, though.
Crowley slides a finger inside him (oh fuck yes his fingers are slim but they’re long and he can slide deep) and suckles his clit, and Aziraphale sobs out a rising crescendo of approval. His cunt squeezes tight and there’s pressure against a spot that makes his thighs shudder, and suddenly it feels like every swipe of Crowley’s tongue across his clit is a separate orgasm.
He can’t count them all. He can’t control himself. He loses track of the wanton things he’s whispering or shouting or begging. He just hangs onto Crowley’s hair and gives into the shattering ecstasy of being worshipped.
This isn't the D/s food feeding thing we planned but boy am I loving it, possibly even more.
Date: 2023-09-09 09:09 pm (UTC)Crowley hums his approval, right against Aziraphale's clit where he knows the vibration will be felt. And keeps going. Aziraphale's fingers are buried in his hair, gripping and pulling, and he hums again again for that, a quiet moan to show his own pleasure. Never occurred to him he might like having his hair pulled, but turns out he does, which is convenient.
Aziraphale is vocal, which is no surprise to someone who's shared meals with him for millennia. Yes and please and more, directions that Crowley follows, Crowley's own name. There's even a fuck or two, and sometimes it just dissolves into a quick whispered ohgodohgodohgodohgod. Such sweet blasphemy.
They stay like that for who knows how long, could be hours, until Crowley's tongue finally starts to tire despite himself. Even then Crowley doesn't stop, though he does remove his mouth and sit back. He wipes his mouth with his free hand while the other is still buried three fingers deep in Aziraphale, thumb gently pressing on what must be a hellishly (literally) overstimulated clit.
Crowley takes in the view with evident satisfaction. Aziraphale's body is limp, blasted with rapture, though he still trembles at Crowley's ceaseless touch. "All right there, angel?" he murmurs quietly.
Same. And C can ask for anything here, A’s absolutely drunk on him.
Date: 2023-09-09 10:16 pm (UTC)The sight that greets Aziraphale when his hazy eyes find a focus is the most erotic thing he’s ever seen. Crowley’s jaw is almost dripping and his hair is a wreck; his own inner thighs nearly shine with wetness. His clit is swollen, red, stiff against the pad of Crowley’s thumb.
“Fuck,” he manages. Tries again: “Bloody hell.” A dizzy laugh. “S’incredible.” Does he sound drunk? He feels drunk. Not on alcohol, but on the sheer release of finally getting to this. (And however many times Crowley’s made him come. Dozens, it feels like.)
He grins down at Crowley, more satisfied than he’s ever been after any meal they’ve shared, any act of self-pleasure. “What about you?”
exactly as Crowley wants.
Date: 2023-09-11 12:47 am (UTC)He leans forward and kisses Aziraphale's thigh. "I'd hang it on the wall and look at it for days."
“huge slut for the love of your life” is a flavor I REALLY enjoy
Date: 2023-09-12 12:35 am (UTC)“And you’d let me languish in the meantime, would you?” he teases. The demon could bring him back to the brink of orgasm in seconds and they both know it, and yet some dizzy part of Aziraphale’s mind is just as eager for laughter as he is for sex. “What am I meant to be doing while you’re—ahh—staring at this painting?”
(Actually, he can think of a few things he could be doing, all of which make him almost painfully aware of the quick thump of his pulse in his clit.)
Applies to both! ...and dammit C was supposed to be submissive idk what happened!
Date: 2023-09-12 12:52 am (UTC)He grins and kisses Aziraphale's thigh again, a little further up.
"Sitting in my lap, maybe?" he says, the words slow and thick like honey. "Keeping my cock warm."
ah, the joys of switches + threads with a mind of their own
Date: 2023-09-12 09:40 pm (UTC)“It must be freezing now.” He doesn’t care whether he looks silly; he feels bold and wanton, tipsy with how much he now knows he’s desired. “I feel I’d be a terribly rude host if I didn’t offer to help you out with that.”
he'd love to be dommed, I swear! and HAH your icon!
Date: 2023-09-12 11:28 pm (UTC)"Definitely not cold." He stands up, smirking as his hands go to his waist and start undoing his belt. "If anything it's much too hot just now. Could probably do with an airing. Bit of a breeze..."
The sentence drifts off as he pulls out his cock because oh fuck, just having it freed from the confines of his denims and in his hand feels better than it has any right to. He's suddenly viscerally aware that he's been aroused for hours without relief, and the need to do something about it is overwhelming.
Crowley leans forward, one hand on the table next to Aziraphale's leg, to support his weight. He begins fisting himself with the other, in a slow, hard grip. "Fuck, angel--" he gasps, staring at the lewd vision in front of him. "You look good enough to eat, you know. Just need--nghh--a few finishing touches--"
OH HE WILL BE. and HEE it is such a cute expression
Date: 2023-09-17 11:33 pm (UTC)“Tell me,” he purrs, low and commanding. Tell me what I can do for you now. He reaches out, manages to grasp at Crowley’s sleeve—just to be able to hold on to some part of him.
no subject
Date: 2023-09-19 12:54 am (UTC)He'd started slow but sped up his fisting as he talked, and orgasm catches him by surprise, bending him over as he jerks and spills over his hand, Aziraphale's cunt and belly in long white stripes.
no subject
Date: 2023-09-19 09:54 pm (UTC)In a rush of tenderness, Aziraphale leans forward to pull him into a loose embrace, one hand cradling the back of Crowley’s head and the other stroking gently along his back. His lips write wordless praise on whatever part of the demon’s face or neck he can reach, kisses curved with an impossibly fond smile. Little tastes of the boundless affection he no longer has to hold back.
hah, you caught me right as I was doing threads :) and hooray, one where Crowley DOESN'T go maudlin
Date: 2023-09-19 10:03 pm (UTC)Then Aziraphale reaches for him and pulls him down, taking some of his weight as Crowley leans limply (in more than one sense) against the angel. There's tender touches and strokes of fingers, and finally Crowley regains his senses enough to wrap an arm around him and hold him back. It's a ridiculous uncomfortable position for both of them, they're both something of a wreck, and he can't help but laugh. "Fuck, Aziraphale." He turns his face, kisses Aziraphale's cheek. Breathes in the smell of him, cologne and sweat and sex-musk. "That was quite the meal."
hopefully this doesn’t alter that TOO much ;)
Date: 2023-09-19 10:43 pm (UTC)That sense of connection, along with the drunken rush of having finally (finally!) made his intentions known and confirming that his feelings were reciprocated, makes him braver than he’s felt in millennia.
“We didn’t actually finish the crêpe, but… we could have it for breakfast, if you like.”
nope he's beyond content. no angst for him this time.
Date: 2023-09-19 11:46 pm (UTC)"Angel," he says, a slow brilliant smile blooming in his face. "Are inviting me to stay for the night?"
aww. that makes two of them. <3
Date: 2023-09-21 12:08 am (UTC)No one else, Aziraphale is sure, has ever gotten to see Crowley smile like this: delighted, unguarded, unshadowed. This is just for the rare moments between them that matter.
“Seeing as the social distancing guidelines haven’t actually lifted, you’d better make it the full two weeks of quarantine.”
As confident as the words are, there is something hopeful in his tone, something that hints at, please? He’s already offered himself up—every month of the year, every inch of his body—but after millennia of longing capped off by nearly a year in lockdown, he’s greedy for all the new intimacy that comes with this change, including a certain degree of reassurance.
they deserve purely happy/horny threads sometimes!
Date: 2023-09-21 12:16 am (UTC)After several minutes of that he leans back just far enough to breathe. "Crêpes for breakfast sound perfect. I'll feed them to you in bed, even, if you want."
Speaking of which.
THEY ABSOLUTELY DO
Date: 2023-09-21 12:26 am (UTC)Do we want to let this wind down or keep going?
From:wind down, I think? Then we can do a sequel to the dream thread!
From:first we have to finish the dream thread! but yes I agree :)
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