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Esurient Designs
Rating: Explicit, nsfw, no minors
Summary: It’s been over forty-eight hours since Aziraphale pointed out that Crowley never initiates kisses between them. And since then, Aziraphale has been waiting for Crowley to come to him. Forty-eight hours and it’s the longest they’ve gone without kissing since they started. Crowley’s ready to do it, he’s going to do it, he’s about to do it, when Aziraphale decides what they should actually do, is lunch.
A long, meandering lunch, with champagne and delicacies that immediately have Crowley thinking about a whole lot more than kissing. But then that’s usually when happens when Aziraphale eats in front of him.
Chapter 1/8, Part 7/9 of Osculations. All of which can be found on AO3
Notes: Special thanks to anything_thats_rock_and_roll for their beta-ing and especially for noting down that my early attempt trying to squeeze all this into a few sentences, and then paragraphs, really wasn’t working. Getting a multi-chapter smut/food adventure onto the page is not straightforward and I have appreciated their cheerleading! Also, thanks to thewaythroughthewoods for brit-picking the geography to ensure it all seemed plausible. It’s worth noting, that the restaurant and locale are very much based on real places!
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Next time you want to kiss me, just kiss me.
That’s what Aziraphale had said to him, a permission that fell out of the sky like rain in a desert without clouds. Then:
Please just kiss me the way you want to kiss me.
And Crowley had, and it had been a glorious and freeing surrender. And then he’d fallen asleep for ten long hours, which he still thinks was rather awkward of him, moreso because Aziraphale had just sat there and let him.
He still didn’t quite comprehend it but the wanting that had been prickling his skin for millennia had now pooled low in his belly, welcome and allowed. Aziraphale wanted to kiss him, and more than that, Aziraphale had said: much more. And although Crowley doesn’t know how much more and, in fact, he’s very aware that there will be limits on Aziraphale’s allowances, he still knows that next time he kisses Aziraphale, it should probably be – will probably be – spectacular.
Except now it’s been two days since that hot, hungry kiss, and the long, blissful nap, and Crowley thinks, perhaps, Aziraphale is growing frustrated with him. At this point it is certainly the longest they’ve gone without kissing since they started, several weeks ago, and that is entirely Crowley’s fault, he knows that. Aziraphale is waiting for him and the two times Crowley worked up the nerve to start to move towards him, it just hadn’t happened.
Today though. Aziraphale is sitting, reading in the winged armchair, it’s pulled right back from the desk and he looks content and comfortable. Crowley can cross the room and cradle his face and kiss him. There’ll be no escape, no chance he’ll turn away at the last moment, the bookshop door is locked, Crowley’s made sure of it, the room is comfortably warm and softly lit, and he’s getting much better at stopping his mouth from suddenly going dry when he starts to countdown the move to go to Aziraphale.
Aziraphale who said he wants this.
“Care to accompany me to lunch?” Crowley starts from where he’s been leaning against a column and staring at Aziraphale like he is lunch.
Aziraphale snaps his hardcover book shut and leaves it on the chair, already half way into his overcoat before Crowley can push properly away from the pillar and consider his options.
“Not very hungry,” he lies.
“I’d like the company,” Aziraphale counters, and who is Crowley to say no to that.
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Crowley drives and Aziraphale navigates. Once it had been established that they weren’t headed to the Ritz and that Aziraphale didn’t remember the name or the address of this new, talk-of-the-town haute cuisine establishment – just, inexplicably, how to get there – Crowley was very much left to drive where he was told.
It’s across town, and speeding and miracling can only do so much in central London at half past noon on a Thursday. It takes almost twenty minutes to get there and Crowley is all too happy to invent a parking space immediately in front of the large Edwardian building when they finally pull up.
The restaurant is on a stretch of the High Street in Bethnal Green that hosts the typical assortment of shops, notwithstanding the restaurant itself, which, Crowley has to admit, seems to exist in an out-of-place somewhat-imposing three-story white sandstone façade. The building is replete with columns and arches, statues of lions and cherubs, and above the entryway a sculpture of one of the Roman goddesses. ‘Yokaze’ is emblazoned across the front door in golden metallic letters, and beneath them, etched Japanese characters say the same. Directly across the road, there’s an off license, a chinese, and a pizza place, all with heavy security roller doors currently open, a fair smack of graffiti, and loitering teenagers.
Aziraphale beckons him in, holding the door open, “After you.” He sounds excited and Crowley immediately softens, begrudgingly aware he would drive a lot further to make Aziraphale happy.
Inside they’re greeted by an understated, modern dining room, carpets of deep emerald green, cream walls, and crisp white table clothes. There are lush Monstera growing in the corners and over the fireplace, and an impressive collection of paintings of birds that Crowley suspects are quite pricey originals from the 19th century. It’s busy, for a Thursday, but mostly with couples and clandestine corporate types. Quiet but for the murmurs of soft conversations and the clinking of glasses and cutlery. The host has them on the list – either because Aziraphale actually booked or because he meant to – and soon they’re seated opposite each other at a small rectangular table situated off to the side near a painting of a Heron.
A waiter appears, standing up too straight and rattling through their options with a lilting Scottish accent, but Crowley’s not really paying attention. Happily, Aziraphale orders for both of them and it’s only after the waiter is gone that Crowley’s ears catch up with him.
Tasting menu and a bottle of champagne. A long lunch, then.
“Celebrating, angel?” Crowley teases. Champagne with lunch isn’t uncommon, but going straight to a bottle betrays the usual dance of ordering just a glass.
“What’s not to celebrate?” Aziraphale beams. “You’ll join me, won’t you?”
Crowley nods and watches Aziraphale from behind the sunglasses he’s afforded because they’re out in public. Aziraphale, who can barely sit still, and is looking left and right, drinking in the ambience and the décor like a schoolboy at a petting zoo.
The champagne is popped and poured, and thick, embossed cards explaining the tasting menu plates are set down beside each of them. They lean forward to clink their glasses together.
“What are we toasting?” Crowley asks, always eager to be given a hint of what’s going through Aziraphale’s head.
“Us, of course.”
“To us.” Both of them try and fail to keep themselves from smiling as they touch glasses again and gulp down the tickling, brightly tart alcohol.
Aziraphale really is quite something; all gorgeous light and exuberance, and Crowley feels his heart swell in the increasingly familiar way that he thinks means he just fell a little bit more in love.
Aziraphale seems oblivious, pouring over the tasting notes, making little sounds of excitement and surprise, little catches of mumbles under his breath that Crowley would ordinarily roll his eyes at.
Crowley can’t wait to get him home and kiss him senseless.
The first course arrives.
Amuse-bouche: Fresh oysters, shucked at the table and served with tabasco, lemon foam, and Australian finger lime pearls.
Awaken the palate with the ocean’s aphrodisiac. A mouthful of salty-sweet tender flesh, richly layered with flavors of minerals, zest, and spice.
As it’s prepared in front of them, Crowley bothers to actually cast his eyes over the first few lines of his tasting notes, and then back over the stylistic black-inked words again. Suddenly, he recognizes the goddess sculpted above the restaurant doorway and accepts the irony with a soft scowl that goes unnoticed by Aziraphale.
The shells are cracked open at the table by a new waiter – perhaps this makes him a chef – wearing a chainmail oyster glove, a starched white shirt and jacket, and no other discernible features, because Crowley is staring hard at Aziraphale.
Aziraphale is playing up his delight at the spectacle, Crowley likes to imagine.
They are each plated three oysters, the opened shells placed carefully on a bed of coarse salt crystals in the center of a small white plate, which is settled on the bigger white plates already in front of them. The original waiter returns momentarily to deliver a platter of little white porcelain jugs filled with their choice of dressings between them. “Bon appetit,” he says, then disappears.
Aziraphale hums, pleased, and says joyously, “Oh, I do love fresh oysters!” and leans forward to take a long sniff through his nose of the briny aroma.
He picks a shell up delicately, cradling it with his little finger stuck out, as he selects the tiniest, outermost fork of his place setting – oh god, there are so many forks lined up – and dislodges the meaty delicacy. He doesn’t bother with any of the dressings, just raises the shell to his lips, opens his mouth, tilts, and slurps it down.
It’s fucking pornographic . Crowley has seen some of the very best, and some of the very worst, porn ever made – quite a few of them involving food – and nothing holds a candle to what’s playing out before his very eyes. Crowley crosses his legs beneath the table without even thinking, his body responding involuntarily as he immediately starts to grow hard. He watches the hollowing of Aziraphale’s cheeks and he can imagine Aziraphale’s tongue working within his mouth, pressing the oyster up against his hard palate, before his teeth catch at it, chewing down once, twice, and then he swallows. Crowley sees the bob of Aziraphale’s Adam’s apple, tracking the morsel as it descends into his belly. A little moan escapes Aziraphale as his lips smack, he licks them, and his eyes, previously closed in rapture, snap open and hone right in on Crowley.
“They’re sublime,” he all but squeals, and grabs his second, a couple of salt crystals falling with a clink onto the base plate. For the second oyster, Aziraphale scoops a spoon of the finger lime pearls over, like caviar but full of citrus and acidity, and then into his mouth and down his throat again.
He must be doing this on purpose.
Crowley entertains that thought for a moment. That this isn’t innocent, sweet Aziraphale reveling in the simple human pleasure of freshly shucked oysters. That instead this is seductive, that it’s sexy, that it’s actually exactly what Crowley is experiencing and it’s on purpose .
It’s a ludicrous thought that opens a floodgate that Crowley ordinarily keeps extremely locked when in the same room as Aziraphale.
It’s Aziraphale on his knees, disheveled, half undressed, already kissed raw and wanton, sucking red marks with his lips and teeth up the inside of Crowley’s naked thigh before Aziraphale grabs Crowley’s cock at the base and feeds it between his lips. Licking and sucking and moaning around it as his eyelids flutter beautifully closed and then open, torn between reveling in the weight and taste against his tongue, and keeping his gaze locked on Crowley’s in a ravenous, devoted stare, his lips stretched and his breath hitching. The wet, hot, slick heat of his mouth and the caress of his tongue on the underside, the suction of it all around, as he shuffles forward on his knees, hands gripping Crowley’s arse, so he can take all of Crowley’s cock right to the back of his throat, choking, still moaning, and still wanting more.
Aziraphale sounds playful, enamored, happy, “Not hungry?”
Crowley squeezes his eyes shut, just for a second, and clenches his thighs.
Returning the favor, Aziraphale spread-eagled and whining on soft, black satin sheets, hands and heels pressed down into the bed, grasping for purchase. Crowley between his legs, sucking on his balls and stroking him slowly to stiffness before he closes his mouth around him, working his tongue and sucking, bobbing, begging, until Aziraphale bucks off the bed, screams his name, and pulses hot, salty, sticky into his throat and across his tongue and lips. Crowley would swallow him down, working him all the way through it, and sucking for the last little taste until Aziraphale pushed him away with a gasp.
Aziraphale has an eyebrow arched and his third oyster poised halfway to his lips.
“Still never had the desire to eat an oyster,” Crowley drawls and he recognizes his voice at an octave above what it should be, his words clipped and short.
Aziraphale’s face falls, just for a moment showing his disappointment, and then he seems to shrug it off and slurp down the last of his oysters, lemon foam caught about his lips, dribbling down his chin before he licks it off and then dabs at his lips with his napkin. He hums his enjoyment again.
Crowley would coat every inch of himself in lemon foam if it meant Aziraphale sucking him down and humming his pleasure like that.
“Delicious,” Aziraphale confides, casting a sorrowful glance at Crowley’s untouched plate. “What’s next?”
#good omens fic#good omens fanfic#doonas fic#look at the thing i did#get used to#gonna be a big week
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no i don't want to use your ai assistant. no i don't want your ai search results. no i don't want your ai summary of reviews. no i don't want your ai feature in my social media search bar (???). no i don't want ai to do my work for me in adobe. no i don't want ai to write my paper. no i don't want ai to make my art. no i don't want ai to edit my pictures. no i don't want ai to learn my shopping habits. no i don't want ai to analyze my data. i don't want it i don't want it i don't want it i don't fucking want it i am going to go feral and eat my own teeth stop itttt
#i don't want it!!!!#ai#artificial intelligence#there are so many positive uses for ai#and instead we get ai google search results that make me instantly rage#diz says stuff
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filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^
#THIS TOOK ME FOREVER RAAHHHH#i had help from my mom with stuff like the parts of the traje de mestiza which is the outfit shes wearing#this trend looks so much fun and i wanted to join in.. im first gen canadian though so ive never been to the philippines and only#know thru stories of my parents growing up. im proud of my heritage but there are some things i didnt grow up with that#make me feel disconnected from my culture. so it was nice to talk to my mom abt it and ask for her help with this :3#the pleated tapis is meant to resemble her skirt.. i had no way of adding her stockings but i noticed the piano key design#so i used that for the saya. the bandana is meant to resemble her hairties and shes wearing bakya wooden slippers with embroidery#i kinda wanted to add the panuelo to resemble her tie as a finishing touch but i forgor ;w; just imagine it i guess#my mom really likes this. shes a little confused abt the blue hair and i had to explain her hair is like that but she thinks shes pretty#originally i wanted her holding the woven pamaypay and fanning herself because ITS HOT ITS 25 FUCKING DEGREES TODAY#but i couldnt get the pose right so i settled for this. i wanna draw her and brazilian miku high fiving ill do that tmrw#my art#myart#hatsune miku#miku worldwide#philippines#vocaloid#miku
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Guys I'm so glad everyone loves hit JRWI campaign: The Suckening so much. 12 thousand notes on just a thumbnail that's so cool. Anyone think about emizel pussy-out post revival
#i make yet anothet post just for me 👍#SHUT THE FUCK UPPPP#sorry. guy who lives in new york voice i need people on tiktok to get less annoying#1k#2k#3k#4k#5k#10k#20k#30k#lord kill us all its at thirty thousand notes...#40k#50k#60k
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Peace and love
#pink posts#i saw a tweet that was like “i see other people's art” --> i get discouraged#i understand that seeing art that is prettier than yours can be discouraging but why not twist that a bit?#why does it look prettier to you? is it the colors#is it the textures they used? the brushes?#study them and try to put your spin on it#and maybe you'll find your art beautiful as well
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A Pragmatic and surprisingly comforting perspective about the Trump 2nd Presidency from the ACLU
***Apologies if this is how you found out the 2024 election results***
Blacked out part is my name.
I’m not going to let this make me give up. It’s disheartening, and today I will wallow, probably tomorrow too
AND
I will continue to do my part in my community to spread the activism and promote change for the world I want to live in. I want to change the world AND help with the dishes.
And I won’t let an orange pit stain be what stops me from trying to be better.
A link to donate to the ACLU if able and inclined. I know I am
#us politics#donald trump#election 2024#aclu#a promise to myself#how is this comforting you May ask#bc we are not fighting alone or uninformed#we have good and strong groups in our corners defending what we believe in#it’s not over yet#we have to try and pushback#added Alt image descriptions since this is leaving containment#happy to see many engaging with this to either donate time or money or both#really warms the cold heart of mine#wow this broke containment#overall it’s been pretty nice seeing people engaging with it ready to roll up their sleeves and get to work#they did the travel ban right at the beginning of the previous presidency too#also every major civil battle in the last century#brown V board of education- the one that desegregated schools#loving V Virginia- legalized interracial marriage#roe V wade- legalized abortion#United States V Nixon- watergate scandal WHICH LIMITED US PRESIDENTAL POWER#Edwards v. Aguillard- helped allow schools to teach evolution#Planned Parenthood v. Casey- another abortion case#ACLU v. NSA- to stop the NSA spying on wikipedia users#Ingersoll v. Arlene's Flowers- fought to stop LGBTQ discrimination from businesses#Obergefell v. Hodges- case that legalized gay marriage#literally WAY MORE GUYS#so don’t fall into dispair! these are literally one of the good ones!
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don't show him modern technology; it won't end well
bonus under the cut:
#i'm not sure if ford would really be interested in using the internet much#but i could see him wanting to look something up real quick and ending up reading something so outrageously wrong#that it pisses him off to the point that he gets into an argument about it lol#gravity falls#stan pines#stanley pines#stanford pines#digital art#my stuff#anyway i really don't like how this one turned out#but i don't feel like changing it#bc i already spent way more time on this than i actually wanted to#and i don't wanna look at it any longer
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How I found out about trump getting shot
#donald trump#us politics#its like getting ur news from a destiel meme. but kinda worse. when you see the top of a destiel meme u expect to hear something insane.#not in the ao3 tags though.#truly a *teleports behind you* moment#imagine trump as an ao3 author like “sorry for the slow updates. i got shot :((! enjoy the food anyways#thanks ao3 author#archive of our own#trump#ao3#history#archiveofourown#fanfiction#joe biden#politics#funny
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#they gotta stop using it as a get-out-of-jail-free card that's not how it works#reaction image#reaction meme#daily reaction images#image mood: called out
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FINALLY some good fucking feature ideas from the tumblr devs. tamagotchi renaissance now
#give us pets! give us pets!#lots of other suggestions too#i was randomly selected to be a tester apparently so i might get to do an interview and user test some shit too whichll be fun
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Oh…. Well, it’s over for Crunchyroll I guess
#Crunchyroll#piracy#funimation#money hungry ass streaming service#rambling#I’ve never paid for a streaming service in my life thank god#I appreciated using others accounts but I personally cannot see myself paying this much for a service if I had the funds 😭!#get back to pirating kings!!!#anime has always been one of the easiest forms of media to pirate anyway so y’all got this#CR is definitely not worth paying for though#CR is certainly not worth paying this much for even if it’s a yearly one time fee#capitalism#the fact that CR has always had pretty bad quality as a streaming service anyway#it buffers every time you pause or rewind anything
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before we get an official announcement on who is replacing biden as the nominee, im just going to put this out there: do not mess this up. i don't care how little you like politics. i don't care if this new nominee isn't your first choice.
our alternative is trump. third party splits the votes, and abstaining is just going to fuck the entire united states over. your vote (AND support) matters, and i better see anyone who doesn't want trump to be elected and the United States to become a fascist, authoritarian regime throwing their full support behind this new nominee.
we have three months to go. we're in crunch time. if you don't want to lose your rights, support this new nominee with everything you've got.
edit: just in case this somehow wasn't obvious, this is NOT the post to be a pessimist on. don't say we're fucked. say TRUMP is fucked. we can't go back and change the nomination timeline, but we can absolutely support our new nominee and ensure they get elected.
#politics#current events#us politics#joe biden#kamala harris#donald trump#2024 presidential election#presidential election#yes i know biden has officially endorsed harris but. the democratic party gets the ultimate say.#they might pick otherwise
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Bruce Wayne except he texts like an ominous boomer
wdym you can't tell if he's threatening them?
Based on this post by @mysterycitrus :)
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Bonus:
Happy birthday, Tim 🥰
#duke thought for a minute he was gonna become the protagonist of get out#u can interpret this as bruce suddenly deciding to text like this#or his children just never getting used to it even after 10+ years of knowing him#bruce: i dont understand why my children are so paranoid#clark: last night you texted me ''see you soon...'' and i wasnt sure if you were threatening me or not#social media au#batfam#batfamily#dc comics#bruce wayne#dick grayson#cassandra cain#jason todd#stephanie brown#tim drake#duke thomas#damian wayne#incorrect quotes#tweets#texts#twitter#batdad#batkids#batman#fanatical posting#crack
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QUICK REMINDER
In the US: threatening government officials is a felony under federal law (the president in particular is protected under 18 U.S.C. § 871). Even memes.
be careful with your jokes if they spill over to active officials.
#EDIT: clarified the particular section's coverage#unless of course that recent supreme court ruling made it more difficult.. the Counterman v Colorado case#better to play it safe#not all memes are created equal and some are probably less likely to get you in trouble however i wouldn't put it past someone#to at the very least report you to the feds if they don't like what they see#let's see how many people are going to use this to push for trump even harder#no gun control of course
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It's too late, I've already depicted you as the ugly pathetic "soy"jack (the soy is because soy has estrogen in it, this is bad because it makes you less masculine and more like the inferior female sex, because men should only be manly otherwise they're "failed" and thus lesser and deserving of ridicule) And me as the White Handsome Blue-Eyed Blond Man With Impressive Facial Hair Who's Memetic Association Is With Being Objectively Correct (This makes sense because he is the ideal Aryan specimen, all of these features obviously make him objectively superior to other people). This means I win and definitely look good here, you should really just pack it up. I'm a leftist btw
#not above getting petty about this one#it was always obvious what this shitfuck meme was and it's deeply pathetic that it ever was so pervasive and still sees use at all#If you claim to hate nazis and mr aryan superman here doesn't piss you off that's an L on your part#read the room#problemnyatic thoughts
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