girl, your back must be *so* sore

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girl, your back must be *so* sore
Girls who are innocent in front of their family and friends are also the biggest sluts on the internet.
me
I--
yeah.
ngjfdgndsk caaaaaaaame
fuck fuck fuck getting close
just aching for cock right now need to be fucked and filled with cum feeling so wet and desperate and needy just need to spread my legs wide need to be weak and helpless and docile need someone to fill each of my holes and mark me with their cum so close to finding anyone and begging them to use me need it so much
me: i need to sleep
me: *masturbates*
me, currently
literally me when I was super-stressed at work
Crowley (drunk on a bar): sometimes I can’t believe myself. I mean, I slithered here from Eden just to what? Hide outside his damned door?
Hozier (taking notes): tell me more…
Crowley, after his 5th drink: and sometimes I just want to kiss him, like- like, you know, humans. Real humans. Like people. It that too much too ask?
Hozier, already filling his second note book: No, no, go on
THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I MEANT!!!
Crowley, after his 10th drink: and it’s like, I fell for asking questions, and so you’d think, you’d think I could just ask him. but there are these questions I can’t ask, even now, at last, with the worst over. I just see the way he holds himself… and idk, maybe we should just run away. someday.
Hozier, on his fifth notebook, fighting back tears: UH HUH SURE
Aziraphale, trying to put into words what hes finally allowing himself to think after millenia of repression: of course itd be simply apalling to… to ever see him try to be a saint, of course, in the traditional sense of the word. but he does have these moments where… see, i have… i have been to every place on Earth and done so many things while on the job. and still i find no…. no love like his love, and the way he… the way he misbehaves, i see now it’s not just malice or nature, no…. and i simply couldn’t… feel this way for someone who didnt do those things…………..
hozier, scribbling furiously: oh yeah totally
hozier: *releases From Eden*
Crowley, breaking his door down: I TOLD YOU THAT IN CONFIDENCE YOU BITCH
@weirdly-specific-but-ok
IRJFGWIOURJHGOWURGW IM DEAD
Crowley, attempting to eat his wine glass: I’m just saying. Like. Fine, you know? Take me to the goddamn church. I’ll worship there and what’s that tumblr post? kneel before the throne born of lies. yeah I’ll worship at the shrine of fucking lies. but i love him. you know? he’s like. he’s like sunlight and i’m a pagan and this doesn’t make sense does it
Hozier writing furiously: NO NO it does DON’T EAT THAT THOUGH
Crowley: THIS LAND IS GODLESS AND FREE I WILL DO AS I LIKE NOTHING FUCKS WITH. WITH MY. AZIRAPHALE. MY ANGEL. YOU KNOW? I’LL DESTROY THEM. NOTHING FUCKS WITH MY BABY.
Hozier accidentally piercing through the paper with his pen: eat the glass if it’ll keep you talking i have spares how’s your schedule looking for the rest of this week
Crowley, absolutely smashed at the pub: and I mean, the first time that I kissed him, some part of me must have died just like the first time that he called me ‘baby.’
Hozier scraping the paper pulp: yes yes keep going, did he really say that?
Crowley: nah, he said ✨i forgive you✨
Hozier, tearing the page in half: oH
Him: im about to cum. Where do you wan-
Me: *lock legs around him*
Him: im about to cum. Where do you wan-
Me: *lock legs around him*
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Hard stop for me in fic: Use of Y/N
I just can’t get my brain to process it past yes/no. 🤷🏻♀️ Ruins perfectly good smut for me. 😫
ohmygod YES!!! Every time I see "Y/N" I just think yes/ no. ook me a bit to realize that it's a stand-in for "your name"
drives me up the wall
me, masturbating to the thought of us fucking? more likely than you’d think
your bulge was made for me to sit and grind on till you're leaking precum through your underwear xoxox
"wanna go on a walk?" (ends up getting violently fucked against a tree in the woods)