Alternative Swearing
Their names were jesus christ and lucifer. now they never did any actual harm to anyone, but you always knew they were up to something when you heard a human say 'jesus christ' or 'sweet lucifer' out loud. they were also really good in bed.
Faggots Everywhere
"he lives in san francisco, for christ's sake.
Fear and Desire - Part 1: Inner Turmoil
"dad, my car's absolutely fine, christ! it's not... it's about me. there's something you need to know and you might..." his eyes began to tear up slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "you might not like it."
Ch. 2 - En suspens
Comme le christ dans son graal. _le 27 thermidor 227._
necronik 1: intro
Jesus christ, there must be a hundred of them in here i began looking for a doorway, an exit, looking to the left my enhanced eyes catch something shiny, a door handle.
Li'l Snake, Lotta fun (Hazbin Hotel)
"christ cherri, you're more fucked up than i gave credit for." the egg boi gulped. "just... don't tell anyone, okay? the boys'll never let me live it down, and the boss can get really jealous..."
The Jock and the Fat Cat ch. 3
christ, it was like fucking a mannequin. that scrawny bitch has absolutely nothing soft about her apart from her tail. like, you know how a pillow feels after it goes flat and isn't soft anymore? that's what her ass is like."
Old Hand
"oh christ, you have such good hands," the frog sighed as he was pumped. he almost had to remind himself that _he_ was the one who was factually both gay and a raingear fetishist.
Journal of a Changed Slave: Ch.4
christ, they just barged into my cell before i could scramble to hide it. they let me keep it, but only after they made me earn it. god, i feel like such a slut. the things i've written down, and the details.
Quickie at work
"fucking christ it's slow! how the hell do we even stay open? every damn night it's the same thing. we never get any business with that damn mcdonald's across the street." " would you quit bitching xavier!
This Plate's Yours - Rattan' s Pack Curse
Before long, i'd made it in up to my bra, and christ in heaven it stunk--but that was the cost of respect, in the don's world.
On Call
"christ it feels good to be going home." i said to myself. i finally look at myself in the mirror in my locker. my hair is a mess and my eyes look like i'm dead. "fuck i need sleep." i say to myself.