Another Year, Another Open RP Post

[duckshaveears]

Currently offering: Crowley, angel!Crowley, Haleth. Will update this if that changes. If you want one of those three, have at it.

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oh no, however shall I cope. (read: monsterfucking thumbs up)

[duckshaveears]

Sex in these dreams doesn't offer the same sort of physical satisfaction as it does in reality, but there's definitely a lot going for it, not least that it's even easier to bend things to their will here. Clothes vanishing with a thought, so convenient. Also no difficulties with dealing with the awkward weight of a large snake, or their long hair getting caught in sticky places. Any reduced physical sensation is nicely counterbalanced by the way their emotions can become much more primal.

Crowley wouldn't want to live here but it's an excellent place to visit. Particularly with Aziraphale leaning in and shamelessly declaring what he wants. And in or out of dreams, Crowley loves seeing the angel get what he wants. Particularly when what he wants is Crowley.

The wave of desire rocks through him, and he sways a little, his eyes briefly closing at the wash of heat and hunger. By the time it passes all his elaborate jewelry is gone. Bit of a pity, he was enjoying the fine gold chains draped over his arms and hair, but they would've been a huge faff to take off the hard way.

"I can be generous." He tries hard to keep up the role of the powerful seductive sorcerer, but that came out a bit pleading. He breathes in and tries again, opening his eyes and looking deep into Aziraphale's. "How can I convince you, angel? What do you think of deep in the night, in your lonely bed?" He trails sharp black fingernails up Aziraphales hip, leans in so he's breathing the words along his cheek. The "What do you see behind your eyelids as you touch yourself with those sweet, soft fingers..."

He reaches for one of Aziraphale's hands as he says it and brings it to his mouth, kissing the fingertips lightly. The snake leans in as well, its tongue flicking out in an echoing serpentine kiss to Aziraphale's cheek.

MONSTERFUCKING THREESOME IT IS

[confoundthemighty]

Even as he leans into the snake’s flicking tongue, his eyes never leave Crowley’s, gaze heavy with heat.

“I see myself in your bed.” His fingers stir gently against Crowley’s lips, a counterpoint to the pure lust in his voice and words. “You spread open around me, while you use your wicked powers—” He breathes the word wicked like the fondest term of endearment— “to fill me.”

Not a thing that’s entirely possible in the real world, but that’s the advantage of dreams: reality is whatever the scenario at hand demands it be. And, in this case, the reality of this dream demands that he have two versions of Crowley at once.

(And if some part of him notices that the usual command in Crowley’s tone slides into pleading, that part is completely overruled by everything else that’s happening.)