Guys, I Got Sick :(

HAHAHAHAA Muriel is so goofy I love it

Where did Muriel even find that book

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH AAAAHHHHHHHHGGGHHHHHH

Can't stop drawing him..🪽

Close ups:

The book says: "Can angels fall in love with demons?"

Okay well it’s cute and I like the holding hands one so I’m reblogging it and nobody is stopping me (I just reblog to save things 😭)

So I try to talk refined for fear that you find out

How I’m imaginin’ you

Good evening, I can't stop thinking about Simon going brain dead as he fucks you :)

Like, just imagine. You're on your elbows and knees as Simon's hitting it from behind, when suddenly you feel something wet land on your back. You know it's not him finishing given the fact that he's still buried deep inside you, so you look back over your shoulder to see what the hell that was you just felt.

And when you turn around, the sight that greets you is one for the ages. There's Simon, eyes unfocused and glazed over, mouth hanging wide open in the most fucked-out expression you've ever witnessed. He looks like he's never had an intelligent thought in his life; like he's been reverted back to a primitive brain, whose only drives are to eat, breathe, and fuck.

As you watch him rut into you like a sex-crazed animal, it's then you spy the source of the mystery liquid dripping onto your back. There, dribbling steadily from Simon's ajar mouth, flows a thick stream of drool. It leads down from his bottom lip in long, viscous ribbons, landing and settling itself along the curve of your spine. If he even notices (which, by the look on his face, he's too far gone for such higher-order thinking processes) then he doesn't care. He just lets his spit pour freely from his open mouth, like some kind wild beast that's got its eyes locked onto its next meal.

Simon is so mentally checked out that he can't even hear you as you gently say his name. No, all he can think about – all his shriveled little monkey brain can focus on at this moment – is how fucking good you feel around him and how fucking badly he needs to fill you up.

When Simon does finally cum, he can only manage a garbled string of grunts and groans that doesn't even come close to resembling human speech. After three, four, five thrusts as deep into you as possible, his whole body is shaking, and his trembling limbs give out.

He collapses on top of you without a second's consideration of his size, pinning you to the mattress beneath his warm, heavy frame. You can still feel him drooling a little as his face comes to rest in the crook of your neck, the mess on your lower back getting smeared between your bodies.

It's hard for you to breathe being trapped under Simon's weight like that, so you try lightly tapping him on the head to ask him to roll off you. Unfortunately, I'm afraid it's no use trying to gain his attention right now. You're going to have to give him a few minutes to collect himself, love.

The poor guy just fucked himself stupid, after all.

blame the angel. those were very clear instructions, after all.

This was at the bottom of a very well-written (smut 👀) AziraCrow fanfic (I would link it but I have no idea how and I forgot the name :( ) and I thought it was really funny

It was one where they were both on the run after Azi had become the archangel of Heaven and kidnapped and adopted Jesus?? Idk but it was GERY CERY VERY good and Crowley froze time and they banged :3

Holy fuck I just realised that Aziraphale was literally relieved with happiness every time he met Crowley, because it meant that he didn't kill himself with the Holy water

Quick unexpected Aziraphale for your timeline just because I can

Look at hiiiim

He's so fine omg. So pure all in white so cute.

So squishable so vdkdfkdjdkd I want to eat him.

*Aziraphale talking about important matters about Job and how his children should not be harmed, basically on the verge of questioning the legitimacy of what Heaven thinks is good or bad*

Me, in the background : Whatever you say handsome 🫦

This made me laugh out loud, I love it

let's be honest, how else did we think he got all those fire extinguishers?