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[colten-faith]

im fine

[waitingtobebroken]

The Apple of My Eye (But the Garden of Eden Kind) (Rated E, In Progress)

Chapter 9: Love, Encased in Amber

Summary:

The Arrangement is simple. During the day, Aziraphale is Crowley's brilliant assistant, capable and smart, always able to anticipate his needs. And, sometimes, also during the day, Crowley is allowed to touch him. Not how he is desperate to, aching for. But the only way Aziraphale will let him be close. It's enough. It has to be.

The end is near, you guys! Can you feel it?! Shameless porn under the cut🤭🤭

"Of course. I could arrange for more, if you found it insufficient?" Aziraphale sounded normal, a little bored even. How was that even hotter, making it even worse for Crowley?  So much worse, in fact, that he couldn't even respond. Could do nothing more but whimper and hope Aziraphale understood. Fortunately for him, Aziraphale understood. Crowley's phone buzzed a few times, a harbinger of wicked temptation. Unfortunately for him, Aziraphale understood. Because those pictures, oh, they were even worse. Crowley's insides, his flesh, his very bones liquified, until there was nothing left of him, nothing but a swirling quicksand of desire. Swallowing him whole, filling his lungs and his heart, the space between his atoms. There, picture-Aziraphale knelt. On a bed that was painfully familiar to Crowley, and at least that provided an answer to the question he had been desperate for, as if an eternity ago. His back to the camera, arse round and slightly flushed. Fingers gripping soft skin, holding it open for Crowley's hungry gaze, revealing something solid and black. Nestled where Aziraphale was already glistening with lube, where Crowley was desperate to follow.  He whimpered again, couldn't help it. Wasn't sure he would ever be able to do more than that. "There is a wide array of choice," Aziraphale's voice came from the receiver, slightly sharper now. A little hushed. He was still sat outside, Crowley realised even through the fog of desire. Still in the middle of a busy office, people all around him. Was he fighting his own blush, his own arousal? Fuck- Fuck, but he had that inside of him, didn't he? That wicked toy, nestled deep inside, waiting for Crowley to-

[thelastevilregal]

GO TO THE STORE, GIRL !!

You're insane 😂😭

[planttism]

My Philodendron Birkin has decided to throw out some Rojo Congo leaves for sillies. I like that even the stem is variegated straight down the middle.

[that-hockey-bitch]

guys hes calling me his husband (voice of guy who is about to break down sobbing)

[porekawa]

in other notices i think i might do mondriane wedding in like…december early teens that week

[dante1138]

I need you to do more art. I need it or I will die. Your art nourishes me. Please. I beg of you, iconic tumblr artist dante1138. More art. Goldfish. Sander side. OC. From you, I need it all. Please.

Who's banging on my door at 1am

[cheezriz]

Me: ahhh peace and quiet with no worries

My mom calling: you have nothing to do right? Can you drive me around town for some errands?