1941, Soho, Aziraphale's bookshop
There are three empty wine bottles on the table and a fourth between them on the floor, freshly opened. While the couch is in perfect condition, they had both ended up in front of it, leaning against it to keep themselves somewhat upright.
Crowley in particular is swaying on the spot, allowing Aziraphale to top off his cup and handing it to him with a stern look that said don't you dare leave wine stains on my furniture.
In the low candlelight, they keep drinking, and Crowley can't help but watch the flame flicker over his cheekbones, the grey shadows softening his lips, tracing the sparkle in his eyes when the angel turns his head to look at him; they're both equally drunk and happy to leave the day behind.
"Didya' listen to a single word I jus'said?"
His nose wrinkles adorably, eyelids flutter, and he licks a stray drop of wine from his lips. Crowley mirrors him without even noticing, too caught up in trying to keep himself from reaching out, plucking the glass from his hand, and tasting the wine on his tongue.
"I almost killed you," he says, voice more fragile than he expected it to be, and the annoyance etched into Aziraphale's forehead immediately bleeds away.
"You didn't, love, 'm all here."
Oh, Crowley wants, he wants to feel that pet name against his lips and hear it whispered into his ear in the middle of the night. He wants to curse heaven and hell alike and take as much as Aziraphale is willing to give; he has lived off of scraps of affection for centuries.
Somewhere in the distance, a bomb falls, rumbling through the ground and shaking their windows, and Crowley does not make a choice as much as he empties his glass in one go and stops holding his body back from taking what it desires.
Aziraphale's thighs are soft and warm, his pupils blown so wide his irises turn them into a lunar eclipse, and he carefully extracts his angel's wine glass from his fingers, downing the rest, and puts it to the side. His shades are... somewhere, and have been for quite a while, not that he cares.
Reality is blurry, his vision swims more than it is steady, and if anyone were to ask, he'd blame it all on the alcohol and the thrill of adrenaline. He wants to slide a hand up his neck and cup his face, so he does, fingers threading through silky hair.
"Angel?"
They both have to blink several times until they can focus on each other again, but once Aziraphale fully processes the demon in his lap and the decreasing distance between their lips, well, he has never said no to pleasure.
The first touch is tentative, but the next is a proper kiss, wine-slicked lips sliding against each other, mouths opening on their own accord. Hands on his back pull him in, closer and closer until there is no space left and he can feel Aziraphale's human heart beat beneath his own.
They kiss and kiss and kiss, dreading the approaching dawn, but for now they are safe in an ink-black cocoon of their own making, a bubble in time no one will be able to pop. It is 1941, and for a few hours, an angel and a demon become an us, the bombs singing in a horrible imitation of a nightingale.
When Crowley leaves in the grey morning light, sober and with a bitter taste in his mouth, he doesn't look back.
The next time they talk, the war is over, Crowley has gained a new collection of hellish scars all over his body, and neither of them ever brings up the night they tasted freedom for the first (and perhaps last) time.
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Yes! Jason would also randomly suggest 'got a mind for delivery?' immediately chuckles and snuggles himself into reader's shoulder while she gives him the look and pout and says, 'it's not funny'
he would be so mean and cute at the same time 😭😭 i know i said i'd go to bed but i need to write this
Walking through the door at late hours of the night, after giving up patroling for the day, Jason sees his girlfriend in front of the oven cooking up something that is filling the house with the most amazing smell. It's not rare that he'll come home very late at night and she'll be there, making him a delicious post work meal.
"Hi, babe!" he walks up behind her, giving her a kiss on the shoulder and wrapping his arms around her middle. "Fancy a delivery?"
Pouting at his joke, you watch as he throws back his head and returns to press a few kisses to your cheek. "It's not funny"
"So, what are we having tonight?" he asks, resting his cheeks on your shoulder and tightening his hold on you.
"Some linguine with shrimps." you said, catching a shrimp from the pan and feeding it to you boyfriend.
"Hmmm. Absolute perfection" he tells you with his mouth still full. "And what are we having for desert?"
When you don't reply, instead deciding to just shrug off your shoulders, not having remembered that your boyfriend has sort of a sweet tooth, he says:
"Fine by me. I can just eat you out later."
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You and @norrisleclercf1 were right about the severe lack of Charlando content and all I can think about is after their podiums and wanting to share you and while Charles is frenzy Lando is slow and pulling you apart
gave me an idea ..
being friends with them and from the outside it’s weird. there’s trips with just the three of you, inside jokes about them, too much touching, generally too close to just be friends. completely denying anything has ever or will ever happen until you go to aus. it’s your first time attending a race where they both end up on the podium. the night goes like usual, you make it back to the hotel in one piece. there’s a moment though, in the hallway when you’re going into your room. you unlock the door and turn to say good night one final time and suddenly charles is a lot closer than you remember. he’s leaning on the door, staring down at you with a look you can’t decipher.
before lando can figure out what either of you are thinking, charles is crashing his lips on down yours and pushing you inside. he grabs a fistful of lando’s shirt and tugs him inside, too. he’d expected the door to be slammed in his face once he saw charles start leaning down. lando shuts the door behind himself and tries not to wince as charles blindly backs you into now the dark room. he hears a bump, a gasp, and scuffling, as he blindly runs his hand along the wall for the switch. he flicks the lights on and sees charles between your legs, you on the ottoman in front of the sofa with your head dangling off the edge. charles grins, he looks more proud now than he did at any point earlier in the night as he dips down and licks a stripe up your neck. at the same time, he slips a hand behind your head and lifts it back up so your lips meet his.
charles pulls away from the kiss and sits up, panting. “i meant to make it to the bedroom.”
you giggle below him and shrug, “i don’t mind. housekeeping might. i’m sending you the invoice.”
lando watches as the hand not supporting your head caresses your thigh, “i booked the room, silly.” lando sucks his lower lip into his mouth. he hadn’t known that. what does that mean? does he usually do that?
just as he starts to wonder if he’s been forgotten, you huff at charles and turn to lando, “you’re being awfully quiet.”
he licks his lips, “i’m trying to figure out if you’ve done this before.”
charles hums, “no. thought about it though, haven’t you?”
“all three of us? sorry charles, you’re not usually in my fantasies.”
charles laughs, “you’re not in mine either, but it’d throw off the dynamic, if i had her and you didn’t.”
a whine escapes lando’s throat and a wave of embarrassment runs through him. “what makes you think you’d have her?”
charles sighs, like lando’s teacher when he’s being asked to explain something he shouldn’t have to, “i kissed her, didn’t i? couldn’t just leave you out there, though.”
“you’re both in my fantasies, for what it’s worth.” your voice is soft, playful. you’re giving lando a look that says, don’t listen to charles. and he can’t help but listen.
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as soon as you said "soft dom" my body tingled....... now I'm bout to deep dive into connor........ sorry for the mini drabble, my mind just went haywire
YES I THINK CONNOR IS A SOFT FUCKING DOM, but I also think he's a pleasure dom, he's just really gentle and sweet yk :') with every and anything. but he's really adamant when you two have sex.
he'd be all sweet, just so sweet. kissing on your neck, cupping your tits in his hand while he's fucking you. just so slow and gentle. you have tears splashing on your cheeks cause you want him to be rougher with you, but he thinks he's gonna hurt you. nine times out ten he'll just eat you out to make up for it :( he doesn't think he can do it right, he thinks he'll dig too deep, or fill you up too much cause your moans of pleasure make him spill buckets.
"you sure, baby? i-i don't want to hurt you." you'd wrap your legs around his torso just so he'd be trapped. so you could feel him, all of him. nice and deep, it makes your body twitch. and it makes him flustered, his whole face and the tip of his nose grow red, and you just giggle cause you love seeing him like this. "you won't hurt me, promise." his dick's getting squeezed so tightly, so he knows you must like it. he takes note. they like it, they squeeze me tighter when I'm deeper.
his LED turns red. he's going against what he does, like every time he's doing more damning things with you. he doesn't want to hurt you. it's against his character. but when you moan like that. when you grind your hips like that. nibble on your lip, play with your tits. "just like that." you moan as he thrust. "fuck me... nghh!- just like that.
you thought you'd have to press him for it. but after begging him so much just to do with you as he pleases he's finally getting it. but he always makes sure your feeling good. you look at him with such glossy eyes. they sparkle, even while they fall shut. you can feel him just moving in you.
even while he's pounding in you it feels like he's taking care of you. your fingers are intertwined with his own, and with the other, he's playing with your clit. rubbing the perky bud as you twitch all around him. "fucking you like this," he takes a deep breath and kisses your lips before he continues, "makes you wanna cum already?"
this android knows when you're gonna cum before you do. he can feel how wet you get around his cock. how you start to grow really wet and warm in the back. that spongy spot that he reaches with ease twitches against the tip of his dick. "mhmm, knew y' could." you slur like a drunk. when he slams his hips little spurts of liquid rush out of your pussy.
"I'll keep doing it like this okay? just make sure you cum a lot for me. can you do that for me, baby, if I do it like this?
and all of a sudden i'm horny, wow👩🏽🦯 HAVE I NO SHAME!?
sin sin sin sin sin Sin SIn SIN SIN SINNNNNN IIIII JUST I I JUST I I
I LITERALLY FELT A GUSH OF SOMETHING COME POURING OUT ME- LIKE YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I HAD TO KEEP PAUSING AND LOOK AWAY FROM MY SCREEN ?????? TOO MANY 🧎🏽♀️my pussy is weeping and crying for this android to get inside of me. i want him NOW.
FIRST OF ALL THE FACT THAT YOU CAME UP WITH THIS IS IN LIKE 10 MINUTES, YOUR BRAIN IS SO POWERFUL LIKE HOOWWW ????? SECOND OF ALL, the red led lights ?? good fuckin god, i felt a wave of heat come from my body and im 1000% sure you put me in heat. and the whole time i’ve just been thinking abt the audio of him…. just imagine how sweet he sounds with that, “can you do that for me baby ? if i do it like this ?” LOORRRDDDD I WANNA FUCK THE NUTS N BOLTS OUT THIS ROBOT SO BAD MAN 💢⭕️💢⭕️
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