A monochromatic digital drawing of Cherri Bomb and Angel Dust lounging on a bed in their underpants. Angel is topless and ripping a bong, but his eyeshadow is still fucking immaculate. Cherri is wearing a relatively plain beige bra and undies, along with Blue Q socks which read “I never fart”. In contrast to her appearance on the show, she is fat, and her body is decorated with acne and stretch marks. Lazily, she asks, “Hey Ange.” “Yeah.” “Can you eat me out?” “Sure, gimme a second.” “Thanks mate.”
In a larger, frameless panel, Cherri is fully naked while Angel suckles on her. She bites her lip and grips her own breast, hissing, “Christ, that’s fucking bonzer”. She has a healthy coat of body hair. As is accurate for when someone does cunnilingus well, Angel’s face is buried so deep into her cunt that you can’t really see anything; but he is dutifully fingering her while his mouth is on her clit.
In another frame, they both sit up: Cherri asks, “Hey, if I bring my dipshit boyfriends over, can you teach them to do that shit?” Angel responds, “Nah, you need a brain to learn how to do it, and if they’re dating you they sure as shit don’t have one.” Cherri intones, unoffended, “Fuck off.”
rip this crop. based on my tumblr post which @spoondrifts.bsky.social boosted for me (genuinely where would i be without zir) about platonic Cherri/Angel; Angel is a sex worker and doesn’t gaf about friend sex and Cherri is completely disillusioned with men
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