stolas: you know what happens when i’m lonely blitzie?
blitzo: oh god fucking dammit—
stolas: when i’m lonely, i become hungry. and when i become hungry i want want to choke on that red [censored] of yours, [censored] your [censored] and lick all of your [censored] before taking out your [censored] and [censored] with more teeth until you’re screaming [c e n s o r e d] like a fucking baby!
*blitzo hangs up, snaps the phone then smashes the phone and blends it*
blitzo: eat this.
*loona chugs without hesitation*
blitzo: and you know that bridge over the freeway?
More angst, this time based on this post by @allofthepretty No fluff this time either.
Several days after the End-That-Wasn’t, or the Second Beginning as Aziraphale and Crowley preferred to think of it, Crowley raised the question. They were sat together in companionable silence, Aziraphale at his desk and Crowley draped over the sofa they both now thought of as his.
for the kiss meme: 37, Crowley's got something on his face
50 Types of Kisses: Writing Prompts
37: Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.
Note: Oohhhh yes, I like this one! Thanks for the request! :)
Decadence
Seven and a half days after the Not-Quite-Apocalypse, the sun was shining, birds were singing, and an angel and demon strolled through St. James Park, their arms brushing - yet not quite fully touching.
They chatted about inane, silly things in the carefree way that only those who’ve nearly caused, then stopped the imminent apocalypse can. And while they did so, Aziraphale studied his companion. It was impossible not to notice the long, lingering glances repeatedly turned in the angel’s direction, even if Crowley thought he was being discreet behind those dark glasses.
Also impossible to ignore were the aborted touches. Aziraphale had observed Crowley on multiple occasions, move as though he were about to reach out and touch him, only to avert his hand in favor of rubbing his head or scratching his nose.
Infuriating was what it was.
It had been a week since the not-apocalypse. Seven days, thirteen hours, and thirty-six minutes of Crowley waffling about - and Aziraphale had had enough.
Something must be done.
As it so happened, they were eating ice cream. Or rather, Aziraphale was eating ice cream. Crowley had selected a decidedly inferior popsicle upon which to gnaw as they walked.
Being late in the morning, the sun had burned away the layer fog, and what had started as a relatively brisk walk had turned warm. Suffering the change in weather, Crowley’s popsicle sweat fat red drops. And when Crowley lifted it to his lips, a single droplet fell from popsicle. Sliding down the demon’s lips, it settled in the crease at the corner of his mouth.
Never let it be said the angel Aziraphale is not an opportunist.
Holding his ice cream safely aside, Aziraphale sought Crowley’s attention with a soft touch. The effect was instant. Halting where he stood, Crowley turned, dark brows lowering behind even darker glasses.
Rising ever so slightly on his toes, Aziraphale held Crowley’s arm - and licked the sweet drop from his skin.
The demon froze, going still as the dark park statues burning beneath the sun.
Inspired, Aziraphale rose up again. This time, planting a kiss on sugar stained skin. Not one to do things by half measures, Aziraphale pressed a serious, lingering kiss to Crowley’s equally sticky lips - then licked them for good measure.
At which point, Crowley made a noise.
As noises go, this was one of those which really does defy description; but if one were to nonetheless try, they might say the noise was a unique blending of shock, awe, unimaginable pleasure, and was unfortunately reminiscent of helium escaping on overfull balloon and the death rattle of a mortally wounded duck.
Extremely satisfied with all he’d accomplished Aziraphale stepped back.
Crowley stood, sunglasses sliding down his nose, still doing an impressive impersonation of a park statue - in his case, fortunately without the decorative bird droppings.
Aziraphale licked his ice cream as he turned, walking at a very slow stroll so that Crowley might have time to snap out of it and catch up.
Aziraphale was nearly at their usual bench when he heard Crowley’s distant gasp.
“Angel!” he called, and with a pop of displaced air, Crowley miracled away the short distance between them.
Tossing the popsicle aside, he reached for Aziraphale, and with a careful breath, leaned in. Cradling the angel’s face, the demon proceeded to worship his lips with a decadent, popsicle flavored kiss.
Bright sunlight danced on the lake, birds sang tittering melodies, and melting ice cream dripped over a distracted angel’s fingers.
Happy 2019 ! starting off the year with Atago Takao from AzurLane<3 they were super fun to paint ^^ sfw/nsfw psd,hd jpg, video process etc-https://www.patreon.com/posts/23831205
Happy 2019 ! starting off the year with Atago Takao from AzurLane<3 they were super fun to paint ^^ sfw/nsfw psd,hd jpg, video process etc-https://www.patreon.com/posts/23831205
For Valentine yuri piece , I wanted to paint Android 21 X older Mina from MHA cross over <3 yuri psd,hd jpg, video process etc-https://www.patreon.com/posts/24662636
My take on older version of Uraraka from My hero Academia pinup :3 really had fun painting her ^o^ <3 sfw/nsfw psd,hd jpg, video process etc-https://www.patreon.com/posts/23501015
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