#crowly smut

[viking-goat-420]

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Crowley/reader

Rating: Smut

Title: His Queen

'after returning from a hunt your nightly costume sets Crowley off.

A/N: I know it's a bit late I have another Crowley fic in the works but this has been in my mind so I had to get it out. As always requests are open.

You hated Halloween with a passion. It was like a free for all. All the monsters came out and everyone would think it was just a costume. And that's how you ended up at this party. You thought it would have been a funny joke to dress up like a demon but also like a queen. Sam and Dean didn't find it funny as you were dating the king of hell but you loved the outfit and you knew so would Crowley.

After some time the monster you guys was after was hunted and killed and now you are back at your hotel room with the boys having their own. You sigh and groan as you stretch and your back pops happily.

"Hello darling, you look mouth watering" you smirk and turn to face Crowley who was standing on the other side of the room.

"Yeah? I had to dress up for the hunt" you grin watching as he walks closer to you. Crowley strokes your face softly. and you grin.

"Tell me pet, what is this costume of yours?"

"Oh this? Queen of hell" you smirk, Crowley's eyes flash red and you feel heat flood to your cunt when his hand grabs your throat and his body is molded to yours.

"Queen of hell? Is that what you want? To be my queen?" He growls eyes still red and you smirk your hand goes to your throat where his hand is holding lightly and you pull it away and turn him to sit in the chair before straddling him.

"Is that what you want? Want me to be your sluty little queen for you" you ask softly in his ear before nipping his lobe and slowly roll your hips on his rock hard cock covered by his suit pants. Crowley's hands move to your hips as you hump him moaning at the fricken.

"You have always been my sluty queen, you're so good for me darling, dry humping me I can feel how wet you are" he growls his hands on your hips as you roll them. You were soaking wet and haven't even touched you yet.

"Crowley, my king please" you moan, feeling closer and closer to cumming. Crowley leans forward a bit and bites and sucks at your neck leaving marks behind as his hands travel your body undoing ties letting your body free of the costume.

"What do you want, my Queen?" He asks huskyly in your ear before biting the lobe making you grind down harder and you whine.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard leave marks all over me so everyone knows who I belong too" you moan an he holds your hips still before grinding up into you. He was rock hard, you lean down and kiss him nipping his bottom lip and he growls before using his powers to remove both of your clothes.

"As my Queen wishes" he smirks, before you know it you both are on the bed with Crowley laying over you, he fits perfectly between your legs. His mouth was all over your body leaving bites and marks as he worked his way down your body to your soaked cunt.

"Crowley!" You moan as his mouth latches onto your clit sucking and working his tongue on you. He looks up at you from between your legs as he eats you out your hands holding his head. Without warning he shoved his tongue deep inside of you making your toes curl making you cum without warning.

"I love how good you taste" he smirks, kissing up your body. Crowley kisses you deeply as he grinds his hard cock into you.

"Please Crowley" you beg, needing him deep inside of you. Crowley growls as he slowly slides into and you both moan at the feeling.

"Always so tight and wet for me darlin" he groans as he starts at a slow pace. You lean up and kiss him deeply before flipping him on his back putting you on top.

"I wanna ride you first" you moan your head falling back as you start to ride him. Crowley's hands move up to your breasts before leaning up and sucking on your nipple making you grind down harder. He uses this moment to flip you back over. You moan as the change makes him go even deeper.

"Later darling, right now I want to feel you come undone under me" he growls, his hips thrusting hard and deep making you cry out your nails digging into his back.

"Fuck Crowley!" You cry out as he fucked you deeply the bed hitting the wall with each thrusts. Crowley groans as you tighten around him.

"I plan on fucking you all night, by the time I am done you will not be leaving this bed my Queen" he growls between each thrust making you moan and cling to him.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" You cry out as you feel the knot get tighter and tighter until it finally snaps and you cum hard on his cock. Crowley fucks you through your orgasm before he pulls out and flips you over.

"Get ready darling this is just the start" he growls, grabbing your hair and starting round two.

[sabine-smitten-obviously]

Good Omens Fanfiction is like

200 pages of silent pining, tons of inner dialogue and dreaming of "featherlike to the touch-curls, glimpses of collarbones and rosy cupid-bows ...

Then finally - the first kiss! *sigh

And then 300 pages of the most uninhibited, limitless, potent and finest art of ☆uckery smut are set loose.

For closure: there will be a proposal in the epilogue. 🩷

[hanahanumana]

🩵💙 Happy valentine guys! 💙🩵

[lauramoon1987]

SMUT WAR - SEX ON FIRE

Illustration 4/5

Music: Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon

Written piece by the Amazing @kotias

@goodomensafterdark

“Close your eyes, angel.” Thus Aziraphale did, opening his mouth for the retractor that Crowley slipped between his teeth. He heard the demon groaning as his fingers closed the leather behind his head and coursed their way down his neck, pressing into his skin with worship. One hand circled his throat and pressed on his chin, raising it until he could feel his Adam’s apple bulging out. “I could eat you up, darling.” Aziraphale smiled, relaxing into the demon’s pull, following the hand in his hair. He breathed out, his tongue relaxing at the border of his mouth, and felt a pair of lips gently grab and suck at it.

Startled, he opened his eyes again and looked into Crowley’s; he saw him plead for him silently, opening his mouth in a gasp. “Oh, angel, you unruly thing…”

Aziraphale was throbbing, sitting on his chair and restrained at the hands, watching Crowley’s tongue as it moistened his lips, his jaw as it opened and closed in soft sighs, his throat as it vibrated into low groans. “I said, close your eyes.” The demon’s hand joined his forehead and went down his face to lower his eyelids.

Aziraphale heard him fall down to his knees, as his hand pulled him further backwards; he moaned against his gag, and in the next second, he gasped and whined as his companion launched at his throat and kissed it, his teeth pressing against his skin. He felt him open his mouth, and a sharp pain trickled down his torso as his blood was collected by the demon’s forked tongue. “Gorgeous thing you are, angel.”

[shinybearnerd]

"Healing Wings"

GOOD OMENS SEASON 2! SPOILER WARNING! IF YOU DID SEE IT YET, DO NOT INTERACT!

Hi!

So, I'm a mess since I finished the new season.

I tried to cope by writing something (since I'll be pretty busy for all of August). And this is the result.

Justice for my boy! He deserved his happy ending.

I wanted to thank everyone that send me requests. As I said before, I'm a bit busy but once I'll have some time, I'll write. Promise.

Enjoy!

Pair: Crowley x reader

(Hints of: Aziraphale x reader, Aziraphale x Crowley, Aziraphale x reader x Crowley)

Words: 2,8k

Genre: Smut +18, fluff and angst

Story: when Aziraphale goes away to become the archangel in heaven, Y/n and Crowley find themselves alone. They both with a feeling of abandonment. As they lean on each other for support, their relationship blossoms deeper.

English is not my first language. I'm sorry if there're any mistakes.

The ride to your house is quiet.

You don't remember much about what happened earlier. You only recall screaming at Aziraphale for deciding to go away and leaving you and Crowley alone. His eyes were covered in tears.

     << Y/n, I can- >>

     << Do not fucking bother! Go on. Go play with your little mates. Is what you wanted after all, right? >> You cut him off, returning to Crowley.

The demon looks at the scene inside the car. He doesn't hear what you are saying but can imagine by the looks of you and the angel. He even doesn't say anything about it once you step inside the car. He only starts the engine and begins to drive.

Once you arrive, you convince Crowley to come inside without effort. Once you lock the door behind you, you see him. Sitting on the sofa. He stares blankly in front of him. Or at least you think so. He didn't take off his glasses or have any intention to.

You walk towards him without saying a word. When you take your first step, it seems like he only notices your presence at that moment.

You walk to him. Crowley's gaze fixed on you, making you feel exposed.

You're now in front of him. You try to say something, but he makes the first move by hugging your legs and placing his head on your stomach. He's tired. You both are.

You remain like this for a few minutes. You caress his red hair and try not to cry, as he enjoys your touch.

He then looks up at you.

You're starting to feel a particular jolt invading your body. Something that grows deeper when the demon stands up and obscures you with his height.

He takes your chin, his thumb exploring your lips. He then kisses you. It's a needy one. A desperate one.

You start to undress one another, but when you try to take his glasses, he freezes.

     << I... I prefer to leave them on. >>

Once Nina and Maggie get out, you pop out from your hiding spot.

Crowley hears your movement but doesn't say a word. Too scared about your reaction to actually do something. 

He listens. Listen to the way your clothes sound when they rub against each other. Listen to your increased heartbeat and your hitching breath, wishing he could feel it against his skin while-

     << Is it true? >> You finally take some courage.

Crowley physically can't turn to look at you, like something is blocking him. But he manages to stand up and put on his glasses. And suddenly, he feels like he can at least try.

When he turns around, your heart sinks a little.

     << No, please... >>

     <&lt; What? >>

You try to reach, but he takes a step behind, trying to have some space between you two.

     << You know that you don't need those >> you point at the black lenses << when you are with me. We've already been through this. Remember? >>

     << I would like to keep them on. If you don't mind. >>

You sigh, knowing that he's too stubborn to listen. So you ask again, trying to look into his eyes. << Is it true? >>

The demon doesn't respond.

     << It's pretty easy, Crowley. It's a "yes" or "no" answer... >>

Your voice seemed calm and amused by all of this, trying to ease the mood. But every fibre of your body tried to remain calm and not rush things.

Something was still blocking him. His pride, maybe. Or even the fear of you rejecting him. He doesn't know which.

     << I'm sorry... I-I can't. >>

He tries to exit the bookshop, but you stop him.

     << Where are you going? Hold on! Why can't you say it? What's wrong? >>

     << Because-... Fuck! >>

He walks in the room, stomping his feet like a wild horse that's been caught and imprisoned. He's trying to focus on something that isn't you and elaborate a clever way out. He's a demon, after all. He's the master of lying.

He can do this.                                                                                                    But once he turns to look at you, he suddenly can't lie to you anymore.

     << Because it's true, Y/n! There. I said it! >>

Your heart is bursting, but you let him talk first. You feel like he needs to.

     << You don't understand how you made me feel in all these years we knew each other! I only thought that Aziraphale would be the lo... >> he sighs, trying to calm himself by rubbing his eyes. << But then you came along. So full of life and wonder, and it j-just... happened!- >>

In the beginning, he's doubtful. The poor devil thought that was an act of pity towards him, but once he comprehend that you're not going to leave soon, he deepens it. A rush of emotions adds to the kiss. Passion, desperation and relief. All put in Crowley's kiss, who is touching and hugging you like you'll disappear.

You don't even spend time saying something. You've already waited enough.

With big steps, you end your distance. You take the demon's sunglasses with one hand while the other takes the head, smashing your lips together.

You start to caress each other. Your hair, your back, your arms... All you two can reach has been touched and loved.

     << Please tell me this is not a dream and that I'm not gonna wake up in the Bentley with a boner... >> he whispered on your lips between a kiss and another.

You smirk against his mouth while pressing yourself towards him.

     << I don't know about the dream, but I hope this isn't something you have in your pocket. >> You replied, touching his clothed erection.

The demon growls, squishing the flesh of your hips under his fingers.

     << You're playing with fire, doll. >>

His pushes are erratic and hopeless. Like he can release all that pain he's feeling.

But suddenly his pushes stop. You feel his hold tightening as he's afraid to lose you too. Little and muffled sobs start to fill the air as the demon tries to hold you as close as possible.

     << Crowley? >>

You caress his head, trying to escape his grip to look at him.

     << I'm sorry... >> he muffles in tears.

His head is against your chest. Tears are starting to wet your skin.

     << Hey... No, no, no. Hey, look at me. Please, look at me, Crowley... >>

You take off his glasses. Once you look at his eyes, your stomach tightens. His eyes are full of sorrow, ache and distress. And it all makes you feel awful. It's like you can't do anything to make him feel better...

You manage to take his face in your hand. You voluntarily start to caress his cheeks with your thumbs while you look into each other's eyes. And what you see breaks your heart.

Crowley's lips are a little parted, quick breaths leaving and entering his mouth. His cheeks are starting to get wet too. The eyebrows narrowed in an expression of pain. 

The demon makes a face, like he has something to say about that, but you don't give him the chance.

     << I-I'm sorry. I should not... >>

He tries to avoid eye contact. 

     << No, hey... Hey. It's okay, darling. It's not your fault. >>

     << But it is! >> He finally looks at you. << If I wasn't the way I am, maybe Aziraphale- >>

     << Do not dare finish what you are about to say! >> You snap.

Your voice is trembling with anger and pain. How could he think that?

<< I don't know what that idiot was thinking. But he shouldn't have said that! And mostly, you mustn't even consider that! How could you even think that there's something wrong with you? That you're the messed up one?

<< Every time I look at you, I fall in love with you even more. I love everything about you! How you say that you're evil and not nice after saying or doing the sweetest and most beautiful things that even an angel can't do! You are infinitely better than a legion of angels. Aziraphale included. >>

     << Aziraphale does not define you, my love. I know that it fucking hurts. Him choosing heaven over us hurt me, and I can't imagine how heartbroken you must feel right now... But he had no right to tell you to change for him. Love is not like that. Love is not changing the other person. Love is feeling like you own the fucking world! Like you've been struck by lightning every time you see them... Love is supposed to make you feel like this. >>

You take his hand and place it against your chest. Your heartbeat is accelerated. The demon can feel it under his hand and thinks it's the most beautiful music he's ever listened to in centuries. 

Your eyes lock one last time. Every limb of your body is linked to the other, trying both be close.

You discover that you're crying once Crowley slowly slides his hand from your chest, then to your neck and to one of your cheeks, wiping the tears from your skin. He then cups your head with both hands, leaning closer to kiss the new tears forming. Your eyes are closed. You try to enjoy this moment that you indulge with the other. You put your hands on Crowley's wrists, rubbing them with your thumbs. Suddenly you feel something odd.

     << You have a heartbeat... >>

You open your eyes only to see that Crowley is already looking at you.

Under your fingers, you can feel his fast heartbeat.

     << I didn't know you had one. >>

     << In your defence, I didn't tell you... >> replied, starting to wander his hand along your hips. He felts like the luckiest entity in the entire universe.

     << Is it supposed to be this rapid? >>

You see him smile a little, then look at your eyes.

     << Didn't you say that love was supposed to feel like that? >>

Crowley leans closer, one hand on your hair. Once your lips meet, you feel fireworks spreading all over you. The demon's lips are so soft against yours. Kissing you with gentleness as if you were made out of porcelain.

You blush and smile.

He does the same. The first real smile after Aziraphale's departure, even if it's little.

His trusts are slow but deep.

Then, he slips the other hand around your hips, bringing you close as he thrusts deep inside you. A moan dies in your mouth.

Crowley smirks a little before he resumes kissing you. His hands are both on your hips as he's helping you move.

Your eyes are locked as your messy breaths get mixed. Sometimes you kiss, but you prefer to look at each other. You can't explain why. You just feel a deeper connection between you. Like you are making love with your souls too.

-.-.-.-.-.-

You continue moving without saying a word. Smiling, touching, squeezing and scratching (on your part) one another.

And when you come, it's like you feel complete and truly loved.

Your foreheads touch as you start panting and giggling. 

Moments before, after you got dressed, you asked your favourite demon if he could pick a movie while you were calling your favourite takeaway restaurant.

     << What are you doing? >>

Crowley quickly turns towards you. A pillow is still in his hands.

Once the call ended, you saw his figure walk the hallway one last time before disappearing. You came to understand that he went outside, in the garden. You decide to sneak out and follow him.

As you were talking with one of the staff, in the corner of your eye, you could see Crowley walking the hallway front and back multiple times. Different things in his hands every time he passed in front of you.

You were so curious and amused that you almost forgot you were ordering food.

Under the moon's soft light, you can see that the grass is covered with blankets and pillows. Over them, there's a bottle of wine and two glasses; while the outside was filled with battery candles.

You can't move or form a single sentence. Your mouth, on the other hand, is curved in the most beautiful smile the demon has ever seen.

Crowley's now looking at you. A nervous smile on his lips.

     << Surprise!>> He throws the pillow on the blankets with the others. << Do you like it? >>

     << I-I... don't know what to say.>>

He walked closer, putting his hands on your hips. << I thought we'd have a post-love-making/little night picnic date under the stars. I figured it'd be nice to talk about the constellations and all that celestial stuff you enjoy while we get drunk. >> he smugly smirks as he hears your chuckle.

-.-.-.-.-.-

With a snap, the two glasses get filled. Crowley passes you one. << What do you say? >>

     << I'm all yours.>>

He smiles at you and kisses you passionately.

     << You know... I've always wanted to ask something. >>

You two have just finished eating and are now on the blankets, cuddling and trying to get drunk.

     Crowley has spent all dinner talking about the stars. He also told you about his time as a nebula creator. You could see a sparkle in his eyes as he spoke. Some sadness behind it, too. Even if he tried to hide it.

Crowley was amused by all of this.

     << Shoot. >>

     << What's it like having someone making up stories about your work? You know, the constellations and so on... >>

     << Oh. Well... I don't mind. It's like reading- What is that you read... Ehm... -Yes! Fanfiction. It's like reading a fanfiction. I don't mind. >>

     You chuckle, a little flustered. << I don't read fanfiction! >>

     He brings the glass to his lips. << Oh yes, you do! Every time I see you with your phone and reading something, you always giggle and kick your feet- >>

     << How dare you! I do not! >>

     << Oh, yes, you do! >>

You laugh. Your face turn all red by now. << You liar! >>

You both chuckle and lean against the other. The demon's free hand is now running up and down your arm. His head is on yours as he leaves a kiss.

     << Thank you. >> you said, breaking the silence. << I loved all of this. >>

Crowley smiles, proud of himself. << Glad you like it. >>

He put his glass near yours and made them touch. A little high-pitched "tin" followed after. << To the perfect night. >>

     << But I have to admit... >> You continue, teasingly raising an eyebrow. << you seemed flustered when I found you setting all up.>>

     &lt;< Flustered? Me? Nonsense!>>

You chuckle, leaning in to peck him on the cheek. Your affectionate gaze never leaves his.

He couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth in his heart that had nothing to do with the wine. 

     << Jokes aside, you know how to make a moment last forever.>>

Crowley looks at the wine in his glass. A soft and smug smile on his face.

     << Well, I must admit, this wasn't originally on my plan... >> he confesses.

     << What do you mean? >>

Crowley shifted slightly, trying to find the right words to explain himself.

     << I mean... I had planned to take you and... Azirapahle out on a proper date tonight. >> He admitted, his voice soft and hesitant. << I wanted it to be perfect, you know? Wine, dine, and all that... >>

A suffering smile is on his face as he gunks down his wine.

     << I wanted tonight to be special...>> he softly admitted, looking at his empty glass before grabbing the bottle. << You know... after a week of... well, hell. >> He pours the rubin liquor. << For you. For me... for him. For us. >> 

     You take his hand and kiss it. << Well, I must say, this night picnic under the stars was a perfect first day. >>

     He looks at you, uncertain. << Really? >>

     You kiss him and nod, smiling. << Today was hard... >>

     << Yep. >> he takes another sip of wine and clicks his tongue.

     << But this has been the best date I have ever been to! >>

He smiles, looks again into your eyes and says only two words: << Thank you. >>

You know that he's not talking about the date.

You kiss him again and look at him, stroking his tattoed cheek.

     << Don't even mention it. >>

[thescholarlystrumpet]

Fairy Tale Bang fic is up!

Gorgeous art by Nfowleri @naegleria-nfowleri ❤️

The Prince and The Naga  Rated Explicit, Complete and posting weekly

Prince Aziraphale tries to prove himself to his family by going off to slay a beast… only to discover an unexpected ally and learn the real monsters were the ones he left behind.

***

Our story begins, as many do, with a man on a journey. His name is Aziraphale, a prince of Celestia. It is a northern kingdom, vast and sprawling, replete with wealth and very powerful. The ruling family is ancient and known across many lands. 

Aziraphale is a younger son, the heir to spare. He is also a knight of his own realm, trained and battle tested. One battle, that is. Only one. But he comported himself with sufficient skill and bravery to have earned the respect of his men. His family might disagree but only privately, around a long dining table, where his brothers and sisters exchange sneers and sharpen their tongues like knives. 

Prince Aziraphale does not believe he is brave but he does know he is skillful, especially with the long sword currently slung across his back. The scabbard jostles despite being securely fastened and he will find a bruise beneath it come evening. He rides with some haste across the plains at the outskirts of the last village that marks Celestia’s borders. There are cavernous mountains up ahead. 

He leaves before dawn, thanking the innkeeper and the innkeeper’s rather overly attentive wife, handing them a gold piece for their troubles. It would not do to lose a moment of daylight. Light was one of the only advantages he had. 

It was rare for a Prince of any realm to venture out on his own and if his family had known his plan, they would have sent him with a dozen armed guards. If they had bothered to read the note he left behind—tucked into his favourite book—there might already be a King’s Guard party on his tail. 

Prince Aziraphale is a man on a quest, which means he has a very particular destination in mind. In the mountains, he will seek glory and prove himself worthy of his crown. 

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@goodomensafterdark @fairytalegobang

[darlingsfandom]

You Go Down Like Holy Mary ♥️

Pairing: Sub Azirphale x fem dom reader x Dom Crowley !

TW: p in v, use of “good boy”, car sex, slightly religious themes, panty play, swearing and not proofread.

Inspired by and slightly based upon “Mary on A Cross” by Ghost!

if you don’t like it, don’t read it!

“Oh my!” Fell from Azirphales soft lips as he stood frozen in the semi crowded room. Crowley stood next to him with a shit eating grin on his face while leaning against the angels shoulder. “Are you sure she’s here!! This place is just…”

“A pool of sin?” Crowley hissed pulling the angels arm across the room until they were front and center sitting to get the best view possible. The two of them sat waiting , Azirphale sat nervously because how could you be in a place like this ? This is not where an innocent little girl like you should be at. Crowley on the other hand knew exactly what you were doing. He had caught you the other night but you never knew. You were two different people in one. A sweet innocent one in the day and at night ? You had a little demon on your shoulder controlling you and your luxury lifestyle.

The two of them always spoiled you with love , care, gifts and pleasure. Each of them had their own way with you one on one at times. Other times the three of you became one and sometimes you sat back watched them devour each other. It was perfect harmony.

Crowley wiped his hand on his pants before he grabbed Azirphales knee and squeezed making the Angel jump.

“Oh come on Angel, it’s not like you haven’t seen a peep show before, remember back in 1941? The magic show…”

“That was different! Our girl wasn’t apart of it!”

“She wasn’t even born yet!” Crowley pinched his nose before he kissed the angel on his cheek.

Before either of them could get a word in, the room went dark , the crowd hushed and the music started. You stepped out on the stage with a long black cloak that covered your heels that clicked along the stage. Your lips were a sparkly shade of red that glistened when the light hit them just right. Both Crowley and Azriphale leaned forward as you came closer dropping the black fabric along the way to reveal the white lingerie with the rhinestone studded crosses where your tits are.

Azriphale felt the wind get knocked out of him. He couldn’t believe his eyes! You! You were the one on stage swinging your hips in such a seductive way.

“You go down just like holy Mary…” you dropped down onto your knees and crawled towards the two of them. It wasn’t hard to spot your angel and demon , they stuck out pretty easily. It gave you goosebumps to see them but made your thighs clench together the closer you got to them. Crowley stuck out his tongue at you and hissed making you blow him a kiss. He tilted his head as you blew a kiss to Azriphale who was still in shock but the growing excitement in his pants wasn’t hard to miss either.

You sat on your knees on the edge looking at them directly as you mouthed along with the song pointing at them curling your finger ever so slowly. “If you choose to run away with me I will tickle you internally and I see nothing wrong with that.”

Crowley lowered his sunglasses to look at you with those striking yellow eyes that made you weak. You lifted your head and pulled yourself back on to your feet before walking back to the pole in the middle of the stage and threw your legs around it tightly and swung yourself a little bit around it before sliding all the way back down. Azriphale stood up quickly and went to run for you but Crowley pulled him back down by his arm.

“She’s working, this is what she does! A little teasing never hurt anyone.” Crowley looked at the angel with the same eyes he just used on you and the two sat back down to watch you finish your set.

Once the lights went out you were quickly running back stage only to bump into Crowley, curse his demon powers.

“Sweet sweet girl, putting on quite the show aren’t you?” His hands rested on your hips while Azriphale stood behind him with blown eyes.

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” Your hand ran up Crowley chest making him grip on your hips. You let out a little groan before pulling him in for a kiss by his jacket. The two of you shared a deep kiss before a small throat clearing sound caught your attention.

“Don’t think I forgot about you, sweet angel.” You reached Azripahle and crashed your lips into his. His hands rested over Crowleys on your hips.

The Angel slowly pulled away from you.

“Bentley, now.” Crowley grabbed both of your hands. Yours in his right and Azriphale in his left as you charged out the back door with the two of you.

“Crowley are you sure we’re all going to fit?” You spoke up making him glare at you.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

All three of you sat in the back seat not speaking a word for a minute.

“So… care to explain how and why your job is whatever I just watched ?!” Azripahle crossed his arms trying to be tough but it made you giggle.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it Angel… your mouth can say one thing …” your hand slid up his thigh. “But your body doesn’t lie.” Your hand reached the middle of his pants and gently squeezed the boner that was aching. A small moan left his lips. “Good boy.” You ran the tip of your tongue against the shell of his ear while keeping your hand between his legs. Azripahle couldn’t deny that was captivated and wanted to be your good boy.

“Why don’t you take care of the Angel tonight darling?” Crowley squeezed your ass cheek as he helped you climb onto Azripahles lap. “I think our good boy needs it.” He licked his lips watching you undo the buttons on the angles jacket.

“Please… I’ll be your good boy.” Azriphale panted as he felt you slowly grinding your hips against his.

“You’re always my good boy.” Your finger tips dragged down his jaw line before gripping it tightly so you could pull him closer and press your lips into his. A whine escaped his throat. “Now do what I say and I’ll let you cum tonight.” Your teeth bit down on his bottom lip making him let out a small yelp.

Crowley sat next to the two of you watching with lustful eyes. His own hand massaged his bulge in his leather pants. He watched how your lips left red lipstick stains on the angels throat down his chest and even on his white jacket! The two of you always placed nice together but watching you play both sweet and sour made Crowley beyond amazed because you really looked like you were from heaven but the acts you committed were devilish as sin.

“Oh my goodness.” Azriphale moaned out as you moved yourself against his bulge. You lifted your hips just enough to undo his pants and pulled out his cock.

“Oh sweet thing, you’re already leaking! Did you miss me that much? It’s only been two days since we made love!” You ran your hand over his cheek before he nodded. A smile appeared on your lips. Your free hand pulled your panties to the side making you shiver.

Crowley licked his lips when your scent filled the car. His hand reached over and ripped the fabric off with his sharp nails. A gasp left your lips watching him wrap the fabric in his hand.

Azriphale started thrusting his hips upwards wanting to put his cock inside of you. You gripped his throat making him freeze. “Eager little boy you are…” you sank down on his cock matching his facial expressions as you made it all the way down. “Fuck! Angel! So good!” You mumbled feeling his dick stretch you out. Azripahle whimpered below you holding your hips as you held onto his shoulders. You rolled your eyes back as you started bouncing up and down his cock moaning his name while he whimpered out your name.

The demon sat next to the two of you touching knees with the angel. His eyes focused on how you were riding the angel with your mouth hanging open letting all your pretty noises leave. Crowley had pulled out his dick and wrapped your wet panties around it to pump his dick. He couldn’t believe how well you were riding Azriphale even though he’s seen it so many times before. An angel fucking another angel ? How delightfully sinful!

“It feels so good!.” Azriphale was in heaven with how your pussy was nice, warm and wet around his hard cock. Your hands cupped his face while you picked up the speed of your hips and rode him harder. “Good boy! Such a good boy letting me fuck you’d like this.” You panted while looking in his eyes. Being your good boy made Azripahle weak in the knees because the way you said it was just delightful. “My good boy yes!” You pushed his head down so his face buried between your tits that we’re still covered by the corset. He was in heaven for sure! Your tits were always so warm and soft.

“My angels playing so nice together.” Crowley reached over and ran his fingers through Azriphales hair as he kissed your boobs. You watched this moment and it made you warm inside. It was hard to believe that the two creatures loved you as much as you loved them but it was true. “Look so good together.” Crowley praised as he fisted his cock faster.

“So warm.” Azripahle breathed out lifting his head from your tits and seen that look on your eyes. “You’re so close aren’t you?” He asked as he grabbed your hips and took over.

“Uh huh! OH FUCK!” You cried out as he reassured you on his cock and fucked hard into you making your hands drag along the fogged up window.

“That’s it Angel! Fuck her hard! Good boy.” Crowley praised the Angel as he felt his own orgasm building. Crowley watched how Azriphale squeezed you hard , pulled you chest to chest and fucked you so hard you could hear the wet sounds of your pussy squelching a mile away ! This was Crowleys heaven if there was such thing!

“Don’t stop please ! Such a good boy yes yes yes !” You were panting like a bitch in heat while looking down into Azriphales eyes. He couldn’t hold back anymore and came with a loud cry and tilt of the head going back. His orgasm had him shaking below you as he filled you up nice and deep.

A loud whine escaped you as your own orgasm hit. Your pussy clenched him hard making him quiver. “FUCK ! My sweet boy!” You pressed your lips messily against his to help you calm down from the high. A few second later the sound coming out of Crowley pulled the two of you out of it to look at the demon as his cum dribble out and all over your panties. Crowley shot his hips up spreading the cum all over the fabric before collapsing and raising his eyebrow. You tilted your head sideways before Crowley took the panties and shoved them into your mouth cum side first.

“Now that, that is a Holy Mary.” He hissed before laughing and petting your head. “You two stay back here and I’ll get us home in one piece.” Crowley kissed the angles forehead and then yours before making his way to the front. “And when we get home young lady… you had your fun but now it’s time for punishment since you decided to be bad and not tell us about this little Holy act as you claim it to be. No bad deed goes unpunished my dear and I’ll be damn sure about that!” Crowley looked back over his shoulder to see you curled up in Azripahle arms as the angel stroked your hair. It truly was a holy sight.

[doraminatook]

Whatever (Put My Body to Work) (a fanfic)

Specifically, a Good Omens fanfic.

Synopsis:

Aziraphale chooses his words carefully. He doesn't shag or f*ck...he makes love. But Crowely knows that he's wants to explore activities beyond "the vanilla stuff". When a terrible storm blows in, the demon decides today would be a great day to do WHATEVER his angel wants. After all, how dirty could Aziraphale’s mind be, anyway? ;)

Words: 4,368

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They had planned to go on a picnic that day, but the weather had other ideas; a terrible storm had blown through the city, bringing with it a torrential downpour of rain, thunder, lightning, and even hail now and again.  Staring out the window of the bookshop, Crowley was mixed with emotions: on the one hand, he knew that Aziraphale would be disappointed as he had spent a great deal of time planning this excursion, but, on the other hand, a terribly perfect idea had been sitting on the backburner of the demon’s mind.  Today might be the day.  

He broke away from the sight of the awful tempest and meandered back to the kitchen.  To his great surprise, Aziraphale was still busy at work, packing up various pieces of fruit, cutting cheeses for sandwiches, and deciding whether today was a Château Margaux kind of day or a Dom Perignon Brut kind of day.   

Crowley raised an eyebrow as he inquired, “Whatcha doing, Angel?”

His beloved was inspecting a wheel of Reblochon as he answered cooly, “I’m getting ready for our date.  Do you prefer French cheese or Italian cheese?”

Thunder cracked.

“We aren’t going on the picnic today, Aziraphale,” Crowley said, “In case you hadn’t noticed, The Almighty is apparently sending another flood out there.”  

The angel looked genuinely caught off guard, and Crowley began to wonder if maybe he’d been so invested in planning the perfect spread, he hadn’t noticed the weather.  

“Oh, I just…I just assumed…” Aziraphale began weakly, “I just assumed that you’d be able to do something about that.”  

Crowley shook his head, “I can do short bursts of weather manipulation, but I can’t make a godforsaken squall dissipate.  Sorry, Angel,” he walked further into the kitchen and sniffed the cheese in Aziraphale’s hands, “That smells disgusting.”  

If he was attempting to begin fun banter, the angel wasn’t taking the bait.  He still looked disappointed beyond belief, even heartbroken.  The slight pout on Aziraphale’s lip only furthered Crowley’s resolve.  He took the disgusting cheese from his angel’s grip, set it on the counter, and purred, “It’s alright.  I have an idea of something else we could do today.”

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[nosferatini]

Hunting Eden [PODFIC]

A podfic gift for @yes-its-unholy from @goodomensafterdark based on their lovely fanfic!

23 Minutes | Rated Explicit

TW/CW: CNC

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Excerpt:

“Awhhh angel, remember when you used to be fun? When you used to let me ssssway you?” The demon, Crawly, leans in close to the angel’s ear and softly hisses the words, allowing his hot breath to fall in the space between the collar of the angel’s white robe and the edge of his golden curls. The angel, Aziraphale, Guardian of the Eastern Gate, blushes. “What if, angel… what if it wasssn't your fault? What if I gave you plausssible deniability?”

If you like the pod, throw love at the original fic too!

[officertoast807]

@that-dude-ari omg it’s u

[shady-the-simp]

i started rewatching good omens and i NEED some requests for crowley or aziraphale (or together 👀)

[viking-goat-420]

Fandom: supernatural

Pairing: crowley/reader

Rating: M

 You were hidden, nothing supernatural could find you. And since the king of hell was after you it was good to stay hidden. Why does he want your pretty little head? Well after getting drunk you confess your feelings and then one thing leads to another and you woke up naked in his bed so you ran. 

"Did you hear me (y/n)?" You hear dean say over the phone snaping you out of your daze. You sigh, rolling your eyes. 

"Yes Dean I think I know how to take care of a little ol ghost" you say sarcastically and he groans. 

"Alright head on back then" he says hanging up before you could say anything and you felt the urge to punch him.

"Squirrel not happy?" You freeze when you hear his smooth gravelly voice. You felt your heart beat pick up but you couldn't move. 

"How did you find me?" You ask your voice not nearly as strong sounding as you would like. Crowley eyes you as he steps closer. 

"I have eyes everywhere dove, now let's have a chat" he said snapping his fingers and now you were both in his room. You watch Crowley closely, your body tense and ready for the fight you knew was about to happen. 

"What could we possibly have to talk about?" You ask sarcastically, Crowley narrows his eyes at you and his jaw clenched. You watch him move over to a table a pour himself a glass. 

"Oh I know a few things we can talk about, like you bloody leaving in the middle of the night!" He yells his face turning a bright shade of red and you sigh. You loved him and that was a problem. 

"It was better that way Crowley! I knew if I didn't I wouldn't want to leave!" You yell back not meaning to say that exactly but it was out now. 

"And why is that such a bad thing!?" He yells,  you bite your lip and feel your anger leave you. 

"It's not safe Crowley! If they find me they will kill you and I couldn't stand the thought of that!" You yell tears filling your eyes and you bite your lip. Crowley moves closer, his hand touches your face and you look at him.

"Who dove? No one will hurt you again! I'll kill them all!" He growls his eyes flashing red with his anger and you feel your heart race and your body to heat up. 

"Crowley-" Crowley places a finger over your lips stopping your words. 

"Don't fight me dove your mine now and always" he growls, his hold going to your throat and he pulls you fluah against him. His clam on you made you shiver and your cunt to throb. 

"What if something happens?" You breathe, you wanted to give in to Crowley but knew it would end badly and if something happened to him because of you that's not something you could handle. 

"Nothing will happen dove" his voice low and gravelly making you tingle. You knew there was no fighting this or him. You loved him and wanted him more than anything. 

"I'm yours Crowley" you breathe and he growls pulling you into a deep brushing kissing making your head spin. Crowley's hold goes into your hair and you moan as he bites your lip, shoving his tongue against yours. Your fingers rake through his hair and tug a bit. 

"No more running dove" he growls his eyes glowing red and you moan. You nip his lip and he chuckles and with a snap of his fingers you are on his bed fully naked. Crowley eyes you at the end of the bed as he undoes his tie and shirt. 

"Crowley not fair" you whine when you try to move only to find you can't. Crowley smirks and your legs spread wide showing him your drenched cunt as his powers start to work on your clit. 

"What? Did you think you wouldn't be punished? Oh dove it's like you don't know me at all" he smirks undoing his pants and you moan your back arching. Your eyes open to find Crowley with his large cock in his hand making you clench around nothing. 

"Crowley please" you moan your hips thrusting up. The pressure on your clit got stronger making you cry out your head thrown back. 

"Begging me already? I love the way you sound for me dove" he groans stroking his cock watching you. You cry out when you feel like you are being stretched as crowley's  powers work on you 

"Fuck Crowley I'm gonna cum" you cry out as your body tenses up and you cum hard your cunt clenching on noting as you cum so hard you squirt making him groan and lick his lips. Crowley crawls on the bed and bites your tigh leaving a mark and making you moan. 

"Your mine dove, that means I get this sweet pussy only" he growls slaping your pussy making you cry out. Crowley spreads your lips and you cry out when he sucks on your clit. 

"CROWLEY"  you scream out as you feel yourself get thrown into another orgsame. Crowley eats you out like you are the best thing he has ever tasted making your toes curl. You try to move your arms only to find them still stuck with his powers and he groans. 

“Love when you scream for me” he growls you look down and he looks up his eyes blood red as he tounge fucks you. You feel a new wave of wetness at the look in his eyes. You tug your hands again and whine when you are still unable to move. 

“Crowley please let me touch you” You beg tugging your invisible binds and he groans as you feel his powers leave your arms and your fingers go into his hair and tug your back arch as he fucks you on his tounge. Without warning he pulls away from your pussy and bites your hip bone making you moan as he kisses and bites up your body. 

"I love the way you taste" he growls against my neck, your legs wrapped around his waist. Crowley looks down at you as he leans down and kisses you deeply, moaning at your taste on his tongue. 

"Fuck me crowley" you beg your hips thrusting up rubbing against his hard cock. Crowley groans and slowly enters you. You lean up and kiss him deeply.

"You feel so good wrapped around me" he growls leaving marks everywhere he can reach. Crowley fucks you with a fast hard past making the bed rock against the wall loudly your nails leaving claw marks down his back. 

"Oh fuck Crowley! Fuck yes" you cry out lost to the pleasure he was giving you over and over again. You scarem out as he rubs your clit roughly. 

"Cum for me dove, cum for your king" he groans as you tighten around him as you cum hard screaming his name. Crowley groans as you squeeze him tightly. 

"Fill me up! Cum deep in me! Wanna feel it" you moan and beg as he snarls. Crowley's hold on you tightens for a moment as his body tenses And he cums deep in you making you moan at the feeling. You look up at him trying to catch your breath as he leans down and kisses you deeply before rolling to his back taking you with him. 

"No more running dove, you're safe here with me" he says softly, his fingers running down your arm making you shiver. You look up at him biting your lip, your hand playing with his chest hair. 

You straddle Crowley as you look down at him, his hands going to your hips, he is still hard. 

"Oh I'm not going anywhere and neither are you" you smirk leaning down your lips inches from his. 

"Ride your king" he growls, his eyes flashing red and an evil smirk on his face. 

[bentleywilde]

Glutton for Punishment

Chapter 1 in Come For Me, a light-hearted, kinky work that started as a smutty one-shot and quickly became multiple chapters when my readers begged me for more.

Summary:

Crowley is back in Hell and he's there to rescue Aziraphale. But first, he needs to teach his angel a lesson.

Rating: Explicit

TW/CW: mild bondage and BDSM themes

Excerpt:

“Is that really what you want, Angel?” Crowley coyly ran a finger along the angel’s jawline. “You want to be my willing slave?” He gripped Aziraphale’s chin in his hand. “You want me to use my most dastardly demonic deeds on you?” He leaned in close and gently bit the prisoner’s ear, growling hungrily. “Do you want me to fuck you until you scream, Angel? Is that what you want? Is that what you really want?”

Aziraphale’s knees nearly buckled beneath him. He was actually grateful for the cuffs keeping him upright. He looked directly into Crowley’s fiery yellow eyes and breathed, “Oh, god yes!”

Continue on AO3…

[lauramoon1987]

SMUT WAR - HEY! We're chained.

illustration 5/5

music : HEY by Pixies

written piece by the great @kotias

@goodomensafterdark

Rocking back and forth, deep into the mattress, Aziraphale let out a hot breath that was caught by his partner’s long tongue hissing in the air. “Crowle-” He was cut by a gasp and a kiss on the corner of his lips.

Slowly, he raised his hand, hearing the cold rattle of the chain following his wrist as he reached Crowley’s hair and tangled his fingers into it. The demon pushed closer to him, and Aziraphale’s head shot backwards, exposing his throat to his tender kisses and to the sting of his forked tongue. “Sssss…. You’re gorgeous, angel,” the angel heard him whisper into his ear, and he shivered, rolling his hips against him.

“K- Kiss me.” It only took a chuckle and a second before he felt those thin, warm lips against his, and he pushed his tongue into the demon’s mouth, tasting him as much as he was allowed.

His moan echoed between them, and Crowley released him, flicking his tongue against his upper lip.

[darlingsfandom]

“Witch Hunt!”

kinktober day eight

pairing : fem Crowley! x fem reader!

tw: demon lesbian sex, fingering, biting, semi-somo! Swearing.

There’s always been stories that witches, dark souls, lovers of sin and even the devil exist to which you bought into so you could save your soul from the pits of hell but the old saying of curiosity killed the cat got the best of you.

The night was cold, windy and rainy allowing the rain the pound against your bedroom window. The glow from your tv playing some infomercial played quietly , highlighting your natural beauty she stood in the corner watching you sleep like she did every night for the last five months. You never seen her, heard her, smelled her… nothing! She was just the figure that watched you. You were her prize even if you didn’t know it .

Crowley watched as you turned onto your back letting small snores escape you. She chewed her bottom lip, stepping quietly towards you until her fingers could grab the end of your blanket and pull it off you so slowly that you’d ever notice. Your nightgown had bunched around your hips showing off your cotton heart panties that made her sigh. You were so innocent, so gorgeous , she knew angles existed and you should be on of them. She placed her hand gently on your hip as she sat down on the edge of your bed trying her best not to wake you. You either slept hard enough a tornado could rip through and not notice or you slept light enough that a mouse squeak would alarm you and lucky for her you were passed out peacefully.

Her nails ran up your thigh making them twitch.

“Oh sweet girl, so pure and delicate…” her body pushed against yours as she got between your legs. “Just wait until I tear you apart.” Her teeth sunk into your inner thigh making you jolt forward.

“What the hell??” You gasped holding your chest as she sat up to lick her bloody lips. Her yellow eyes looked right into yours which struck you to your core. How? Why? The feelings inside of you swirled like a terrible cocktail.

“Relax, I got you where I want you my sweet girl.” Crowley grabbed your knees and pulled them apart making you whine. Your head felt heavy almost foggy like as her hands reached up, pulled your panties off and her fingers ran over your folds.

“No no, I … girls aren’t supposed to touch girls!” You whimpered but it wasn’t a whimper of fear, it was a whimper of pleasure. Your own tone shocked you because after all sex before marriage was a sin! Lesbian demon sex would be the ultimate sin.

“Oh silly girl! You’ve been living a lie and you know it.” Crowley pressed her lips against yours as her long fingers collected the wetness growing on you. Her fingers were slick enough to slide inside of you with ease but the stretch was new. “I know you’re not that innocent , I know you’ve touched yourself so many times to very interesting porn.” Her words made you whimper again but the guilt of the truth made you look away until you realized she was still staring you down. “And you know you’ll feel so much better once you submit to me.”

“I can’t submit to the devil!” You blurted trying to act like you weren’t enjoying her fingering you.

“That’s very cute but I am not the devil honey, nor am I an angel. But you, you’re an angel who deserves what she deserves.” Her mouth placed open kisses on your pulse point in your neck. Your body gave into the pleasure she was providing. Your body went limp when her teeth sank into the pulse points. Her fingers felt better than what you’ve ever imagined and better than your own.

Crowley loved how you were melting below her. Her mouth turned into a smirk as she used her thumb to rub your clit which made you grip onto your sheets. “Don’t stop please!” Your toes curled as Crowley fingered you faster making you cry out. You sounded so pretty, so needy and pathetic. She had studied you for so long, waited for ages and finally she had you below her submitting without any hesitation anymore.

“Oh honey, you’re clenching my fingers so tight. Do you need to cum pretty girl? Yeah? That’s a good girl.” Her voice was thick and hot making you shut your eyes until you felt another sharp sting of her teeth in your flesh. “ eyes on me honey! Gotta see who’s making you feel so good!” Crowley pumped harder while adding pressure onto your clit. You couldn’t hold back anymore and your orgasm ripped through your body making your hips fly forward.

“FUCK!” You cried out with tears falling down your cheeks.

“That’s a good girl.” Crowley slowly pulled out her fingers. Your body fell back down with a soft thud. You laid there panting as she sat next to you licking her fingers clean. “Don’t think you’re done yet sweet girl, I’ve waited for so long to take what’s mine and now you’re mine.”

[doraminatook]

Synonym for Beg (a fanfic)

Specifically, a Good Omens fanfic.

Aziraphale laughed between pants, and soon Crowley joined in as well. His grip relaxed slightly but he still held his lover’s wrists in place and kissed him gently. “That was very naughty of you,” he cooed, “...taking my shirt without asking me and then making such a fuss over giving it back,” Aziraphale shook his head and clicked his tongue disappointedly, “What am I going to do with you?” There was a slight pause before Crowley offered, “You could punish me…?” ::: Alright, listen up. I had a very stressful week so I wrote a smutty one-shot to take the edge off, okay? I could be doing cocaine but instead I write fluff about an angel and a demon getting it on. Let me live my life. <3 <3

Words: 3,128

Rating: Explicit

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It was morning.  

Even without opening his eyes, he could tell.

As consciousness returned to Aziraphale and his mind began to remember what exactly had happened the night before, he couldn’t help but pause and wonder if it had all been a dream.  An incredibly lovely dream.

Everything felt like something out of a cheesy romance novel: the dull and uncomplicated feelings of contentment, the soft ache in his limbs from certain amorous activities…goodness, even birds were singing somewhere out the window.  

Birds, Aziraphale thought with a smile, Possibly nightingales. 

The single complaint he had was that he was slightly chilly; only a few hours ago, he had felt quite toasty even with just the flat sheet covering his naked body.  But, then again, Aziraphale hadn’t just had the sheet to keep him warm; there had been a demon curled up on him once upon a time.  

Laying on his stomach and eyes still dreamily closed, Aziraphale reached an arm over and blindly began feeling for his beloved on the other side of the bed.  Nothing.  The sheets were cool to the touch.  He sat up with a start, but quickly realized that his fear was misplaced: sitting at the end of the bed and propped against one of the posts was Crowley.

He raised an eyebrow, “Problem, Angel?”  

Aziraphale sighed, “No.  Just…for a second there, I thought you’d left.”  

“No,” the demon purred, shaking his head, “Just enjoying the show.”

“Of me sleeping?”

“Yes.  It’s enthralling.” Crowley suddenly knit his brow, “Is that strange?  That I was watching you sleep?  It seemed innocuous enough, but just saying it out loud now, I realize it sounds somewhat, well, creepy. ”  

But Aziraphale was biting his lip, “ Innocuous.  I love that vocabulary of yours.”  

“You talk as if I never use fancy words.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“That’s what it sounded like you said.”

“I just meant that I enjoy it when you use a variety of words.”

“Yes, and that implies that I don’t usually– You know what?  Forget it.  Just tell me if it’s creepy that I was watching you sleep.” 

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