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raz-writes-the-thing · 1 year ago

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Demon's Blood

Aziraphale x Crowley x Fem!Vampire!Reader - 18+ ONLY

Summary: Part two to Angel's Blood. You've tried Aziraphale. It's high time you tried Crowley, too.

CW: blood, bloodplay, knifeplay (only a smidge and it's barely play), wrist cutting (for snack purposes), choking, p in v, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, Dom!Crowley, Switch!Aziraphale, degradation.

Requests are: open and encouraged

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You’re not sure, but you think they may have planned this, not by starving you, of course- or removing your food sources, but, by just… waiting for the right moment to strike.

And it would be a blatant lie if you had said that you hadn’t been thinking about the way you ground an orgasm out on Aziraphale’s thigh while drinking down his blood (it would also be a lie to say Aziraphale and Crowley hadn’t been thinking about the same with regularity) more often than you should. Thinking about it late at night when you couldn’t sleep (not that you needed to sleep at all, of course) you’d gotten yourself off to the thought of it more than once. A lot more than once if you were completely honest with yourself.

Since you’d fed from Aziraphale, your relationship with the Angel and Demon had changed quite a lot. Gone were the days of quiet platonic contemplation in each others’ presence. Now there were days of stolen kisses, picnics in the park, and theatre shows. Days of mind-blowing sex, too. That was also now a regular occurrence- and one you were not going to complain about any time soon and neither were they, just quietly.

You hadn’t fed from him since, as you hadn’t really needed to. That was changing, though. You were beginning to grow hungry again, beginning to feel your cells fizzling and dying. At least this time you were in the early stages of hunger and not leaving it until the brink of desperation to actually do something about it.

Your partners had also clearly started to notice the way your eyes would dilate at the scent of blood. The little sharp gasps you’d make when someone would get a papercut across the street, or when someone scraped their knee. You would never feed from someone innocent, you all knew that. But it didn’t change the visceral reaction you had to the smell either.

Tonight, however, blood was the last thing you had on your mind. Sure, the need was always lingering under the surface, waiting for you to snap and feed to your undead heart's content- but it was also extremely hard to focus when you were laying on top of Aziraphale with his cock rubbing up against the crack of your ass and his thick, warm fingers prying your legs up and apart.

Aziraphale was peppering kisses all over your neck, whispering sweet nothings as his grip tightened on the meat of your thighs. Crowley was currently in the midst of burying his fingers as deep into your cunt as he possibly could. In and out, twisting and stretching your hole without mercy.

You’re doing your best not to snap your hips up off the bed, and Aziraphale is whispering sweet and filthy praise into your ears as a reward. When his tongue rakes up the shell of your ear you whine loudly.

“What’s the matter, Pet?” Crowley asks, slinking over you to nip at your jaw. “This not enough for you?”

Your face screws up with pleasure as Aziraphale grinds his heavy cock against the small of your spine. You know he’s loving this, the little shit. Aziraphale, you had figured out- liked the teasing. He loved to make himself wait, to get just enough pleasure to keep him going before being able to truly let go.

“Mm- please?” You ask, forcing your eyes to open and focus on the Demon currently paying deft attention to your nipples with his forked tongue.

“Actually, dear-” Aziraphale pipes up softly, giving your thighs a yank when he notices that they’re starting to slip closed again. “We rather thought we might try something new tonight.”

Crowley’s brow arches deviously. “If you’re interested, of course,” the Demon says innocently, forcing himself to quit tonguing your nipple.

“What did you- oh- have in mind?” You ask, jumping when Crowley gives your nipple a harsh pinch just for the fun of it.

The Demon’s lips curl into a knowing grin. A grin you’ve come to know quite well over the last few centuries, although not something you’re entirely familiar with in this current scenario. Your pussy clenches around nothing, and you wiggle back against Aziraphale’s cock, who gasps behind you.

Crowley leans over you to the bedside table, giving you the perfect opportunity to press a sharp bite into his side. He chuckles, and Aziraphale gives your thigh a vaguely scolding pat. When he returns to sit back on his haunches, he hides what he has behind his back.

“Toys aren’t something you need to hide from me, Crowley, dear. I may have been born in the sixteenth century, but that doesn’t mean I’m a sixteenth-century prude either.” You bat your eyes at him for emphasis and he just ignores you, launching right into a new question.

“Mm, right- are you hungry?”

Now this does confuse you. Hungry? Yes, always, and quite frankly the reminder of your current lack of blood supply is not helping the intimate mood as much as you’d like it to.

“Y-yes?” You supply. Zira noses at your ear, making dark and heated eye contact with the Demon over your shoulder.

“Well, see- the Angel and I were thinking,” Crowley said, twiddling the item behind his back in his hands for a moment. “If you wanted to try, erm, the other side of the Canal, so to speak.”

One of Aziraphale’s hands slides down from where he’s holding you open to rub as best he can at your clit from that angle. Your eyes flutter and the muscles in your now free leg groan in protest as you stretch it back out.

“Not too far, dearest,” Aziraphale interjects. “We’re going to need that back there in a moment.”

You’re not sure what to make of this, but you can’t deny the way your pussy clenches at the thought of trying Demon’s blood. Particularly after knowing how Angel’s blood had worked on you.

“What have you got behind your back, Crowley?”

He pulls the object out and into view. You recognise it immediately. A blade. A delicate little thing, curved at the tip. It looks like something Crowley’s taken good care of for quite some time.

“You like it?” He asks, twirling the sharp thing in his fingers. “They don’t make ‘em like this anymore, do they?”

You shake your head. They definitely didn’t.

Crowley took the blade and set it aside for a moment, shuffling forward to sit closer between your legs. You eye his cock as he takes it in hand. He nudges Zira’s fingers away from your clit, who splutters at the ridiculousness of the act and Crowley replaces them with the head of his cock.

He’s still holding it in place as he rubs himself against your clit, little gasps escaping you both. Your thighs twitch with pleasure and pain as Aziraphale goes back to holding them both in place.

The Angel can’t help but rock himself against you, pre-cum leaking onto your skin. The slide of his cock against your arse, and Crowley’s cock against your clit makes you shiver, head falling back onto Aziraphale’s shoulder.

“Oh, she likes that,” Aziraphale pants, fingers leaving red marks on your skin. You can’t help but let the little shy whimper out. Crowley snickers mockingly, slapping the head of his cock against your clit a few times.

“Be a dear,” Crowley said, reaching for your hand and placing it above his length. “Hold that there, eh, love?”

You blush at the request, placing the flat of your hand over him so he can continue to rub his cock into your clit while he reaches once again for the blade. The feel of his cock sliding against your folds and your hand has you writhing.

Crowley takes the blade and trails it down your chest, hips stuttering just a little when you swell with intrigue. Oh, this was looking interesting indeed.

“Didn’t fail to notice, Pet,” he emphasises the ‘t’. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Didn’t I?” You pant back, rolling your hips against his cock. Aziraphale groans at the friction. Crowley hums a ‘no’ at you, and you grin. “Yes, dear- I’m hungry.”

Your Angel and Demon take this as word enough, and Crowley takes his blade and his wrist and raises it above your body. He gives you one more heated look before slicing the skin there softly, a little ‘oh’ as fat drops of blood slither down his skin and drip off onto your body.

Pat. A drop lands on your chin. Pat. Another on your chest. Pat, pat. More down your tummy and then- pat, pat, pat. Drips landing on the hand keeping Crowley in place. You can smell it, sweet notes of cedar. You feel out the points of your fangs with your tongue. Crowley clocks the motion and grins, allowing some more of his blood to drip onto your fingertips. Pat, pat.

He moves your hand, raising it to your lips.

“Go on,” he tempts. “Have a taste, hey?”

You glance between your bloodied fingers and Crowley’s heated smirk. Not breaking eye contact, you slide your fingers to your mouth. The first taste of his blood on your tongue feels charged, almost electric. Oh, this was definitely different from Angel’s blood.

Your lips wrap around your fingers and you begin to suck them clean. Crowley places one hand around the base of his cock and slaps your clit a few more times, groaning as pre-cum beads at the tip.

While Aziraphale tasted of peonies and ink, Crowley tasted of grapes and smoke with the obligatory iron that followed. God, they both tasted divine. Your tongue wrapped around your fingers and cleaned off the last traces. Your eyes flicked to the drop on your chest, which you swipe onto your forefinger and promptly suck clean.

“Oh, Crowley,” you moan. He’s got a wicked grin plastered across his features.

“Good, then, I take it?”

You nod, already starting to feel the effects of the blood in your system. Cells coming back alive, energy returning but there’s something else too. You’ve only had a few drops so you can’t be sure yet, but it almost feels like your blood is heating under your skin.

Your eyes flick to his dripping wrist, and you allow a soft “more, please?” to convey just how much you desired to taste him. Crowley acquiesces, presenting you with his slick wrist. You take it softly with both hands, pressing your lips to the cut and laving your tongue over it to collect any and all of the blood that has leaked out.

Once you’ve done this, you brush your fangs over the soft skin, completely lost to anything else at that moment other than the fact that you were finally feeding.

It’s as you begin sucking anew on the cut and properly feeding that Crowley sinks his cock inside you. You gap, eyes fluttering shut as he sinks all the way to the hilt. Aziraphale lets out a few breathy moans at the sight and adjusts himself so that it is now his knees and thighs locking yours open for your Demon.

This leaves Aziraphale’s hands free. He stretches them to get the ache out before caressing up and down your thighs and sides. He squeezes at your hips and whispers in your ear about how gorgeous you look like this.

All of a sudden it hits you- Crowley’s blood. Demon’s blood. Demon blood which was once Angel’s blood. You moan wantonly as the effects start to pile up. Crowley’s blood was an aphrodisiac just like Aziraphale’s, yes, but there was something different about it. The way it was electrically charged, singeing your nerves and setting them alight at the same time. The way it felt as though the blood might be roiling with heat in your veins. Oh, this was definitely new. It was like… Crowley’s blood was just laced with pure sin. Or perhaps it was just pure unadulterated sin. Period.

All you knew was that your thoughts were fading into lustful madness, and you forced yourself to break away from his wrist long enough to let out a dangerously needy growl. Crowley arched his brow and pulled his hips back so he could slam them inside again.

Your mouth dropped open in pleasure, and the force of the thrust pressed you back against your Angel, who moaned loudly in your ear. You reached behind you with one hand to pull at Aziraphale’s hair. You couldn’t see it, but given the look Crowley had on his face, the Angel was making an expression that could easily have been branded as pure lust. The whimper that followed also gave you that impression.

Once the shock of Crowley’s movements had passed, you pulled his wrist back to your lips. You grazed your fangs over a section of skin that was unharmed and waited for Crowley’s permission. Sure, the cut was there, but there was nothing quite like the feeling of flesh splitting beneath your fangs. It satisfied that primal urge like no other.

Crowley nodded and his hips stuttered with pleasure as you bit down. He moaned, his other arm wobbling as he tried to keep himself up as you started feeding in earnest. That might have something to do with the venom that is secreted from your fangs when you feed. Nothing toxic, of course. It was just meant for numbing the pain felt from feeding and replacing it with pleasure, changing what the nerves picked up so that your prey wouldn’t struggle to get away.

After all, why would they if your bite was blinding ecstasy?

Crowley thrust his hips again and set a harsh pace, grunting with pleasure as you fed off him and clenched your pussy around him. You were growing more desperate the more of his blood you drank, blood fizzing in your veins, crackling at your nerves.

“You’re both so gorgeous like this, my darlings,” Aziraphale said softly, skating the tips of his fingers over your hips to squeeze at the bone there possessively. You whined around Crowley’s arm.

Aziraphale’s fingers trailed further along your skin, coming to rest on your clit. He could feel where the two of you were connected and felt around Crowley’s cock as he pounded inside you. That coil was winding tighter in your core, and as Aziraphale began to circle your bundle of nerves, you wondered just how long you were going to last.

Crowley’s blood was sparking inside you, and every tight rub of Aziraphale’s fingers on your clit felt like it was almost too much. It felt as though the raw endings of your nerves were exposed and exploding with every touch.

Without warning, you came screaming, loud wails of pleasure as your body jerked between them. Aziraphale’s legs tightened on yours, keeping you from snapping them closed from the overstimulation.

“Oh, fuck-” Crowley grunted as you clenched down tight on him. He fucked you through the orgasm, not letting up for a moment. And you realised with horror that it had done nothing to quell the ache inside you. In fact, if nothing else, you were desperate for more.

“Harder-” you grunted, abandoning Crowley’s wrist to reach for him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The Demon complied, snapping his hips up against you harder, setting a rougher pace than before. With his other hand free, he was now able to balance himself properly on the bed and get a more comfortable rhythm going. “Fuck, please- harder-”

Crowley chuckled breathily in your ear, nipping at the skin just below it. Aziraphale then slapped your clit without warning, causing you to arch off the bed by the hips and shriek. The Angel laughed lovingly from behind your other ear.

“Oh dear, I rather think she likes that too, don’t you, Crowley?”

Crowley groaned as you clenched down on him once again as Aziraphale repeated the motion.

“Fuck, Pet,” Crowley managed. “Oh, you love being between us like this, don’t you?”

You whimpered, mouth dropping open as you got closer to another orgasm. Your thighs were twitching under Aziraphale’s almost uncontrollably.

“Oh, you do,” Crowley mocked. “You’re so full up on the taste of me that you can’t stand anything other than our cocks on you, fucking you-” You were nodding desperately, scratching your fingers down his back. Crowley was a little bit of a masochist and made sure to never miracle away or let the marks heal for a day or so after you’d given him some so he could enjoy the sting a while longer. He was going to enjoy seeing these in the morning, that was for sure.

“Are you goi-nngh- fuck, going to cum, darling? Already? Poor little thing. Go on, then- cum for us again.”

Your back arches as another orgasm rips its way out of you, more powerful than the one before. You don’t know how to function as the pleasure tears through your nerves like wildfire. You cry out before biting down on the junction of Crowley’s neck. Not to feed, but just to stifle yourself.

Crowley shouts, hips stuttering forward as he finally finishes too, ropes of cum painting your inner walls. He’s panting and burying himself as deeply as he can inside you. The Demon rocks his hips softly against your hips, riding out his pleasure.

You’re whimpering and keening, desperate for more. Crowley must give the Angel a suggestive look, who softly unhooks your legs from his own and starts pressing kisses down your neck, hand coming up to squeeze at your breast.

“My dear, would you be ever so kind as to allow me up?” Aziraphale asks you. You groan with the effort of removing yourself from his chest. It’s a lot of work after having been fucked so thoroughly, but you do it happily for him.

Aziraphale slides out from behind you and Crowley takes his place. You settle back against the Demon and smile tiredly as he places his bony chin down on the top of your head.

Aziraphale spends a moment admiring the view before him before kneeling back down on the bed and positioning himself against your entrance.

“Can I?” He asks, knowing how exhausted and overstimulated you were. You nodded, gasping as Crowley pinches a nipple harshly. You may be tired, but the effects of his blood were still active in your veins.

Aziraphale spends his sweet time sinking inside you. He’s much thicker than Crowley, and the stretch burns pleasurably as he slowly rocks his hips forward. You’re struggling not to squirm under him as he finally bottoms out.

“Crowley, be a dear-” Aziraphale swallows thickly as you clench around him, swollen walls making you feel even tighter than usual. “Wrap that pretty hand around her neck for me?”

“Oh, as you wish, Angel-” Crowley replies, bringing the hand that wasn’t pinching and tugging at your abused nipples to rest on your throat. You whimper and raise your jaw to give him more space. He chuckles knowingly and gives you a quick squeeze.

Aziraphale must like the way that makes you twitch if the way he whimpered was anything to go by.

“Please- Zira, I need you,” you pant, hips now beginning to attempt to rock against him. He moans and thrusts his hips shallowly into you. You gasp, though the intake of air is stolen from you as Crowley tightens his hand once again, cutting off any and all airflow.

Aziraphale can’t hold out any more and begins to snap his hips back and forth, delighting in the way your tummy twitches with the motion. You swear you can feel your clit throbbing and twitching too.

Crowley loosens his grip to allow you to suck half a breath in before taking the choice away again. Now, as a vampire, you don’t technically need to breathe, but old habits die hard, and breathing was still second nature to you, even after all this time.

“Oh, that’s it, Pet,” Crowley says, squeezing your breast with the other hand. “Looking so edible for us, aren’t you?” Aziraphale moans at the Demon’s words, and Crowley tuts.

“Don’t worry, Angel- I haven’t forgotten about you. Pretty thing, isn’t he? Likes to think he’s so innocent, doesn’t he? Did you know,” he pauses for effect, and you can feel the wicked grin from behind you. “This whole thing was his idea. Oh, I know- doesn’t seem like our dear old ‘Ziraphale.”

Aziraphale blushes dark pink, grabbing onto your hip to fuck into you harder. You’re watching him with rapt attention. He does look so pretty like this, so perfect. Angelic. Not that this is a surprise, of course.

“Crowley-” Aziraphale warns halfheartedly. “Please-”

Crowley releases your throat. You suck a deep breath in and reach down to rub at your clit, feeling pressure starting to build once again.

“Please what, Angel? You know you love the praise. Did you know,” he trails off in your ear. “Managed to make him cum untouched from praise once.”

You chuckle airily, though it breaks off into a long moan at the way Aziraphale squeaks and his hips snap forward. You would have to see if that particular event could be replicated.

“Mm, that was a fun day,” Crowley says almost conversationally. “Angel, are you close?”

Aziraphale nods jerkily, fingers leaving red marks on your skin as he begins to chase his orgasm. You know it won’t be long, given how much he had been denied and teased before. You rub your clit faster, in time with his thrusts.

Crowley laughs darkly and tightens his fingers on your throat again. Your head jerks back. A whine attempts to escape you, but can’t do so with the grip Crowley had on you. Aziraphale moans loudly as he reaches ever closer to that peak.

“Alright, now, Pet,” Crowley growls when he can tell the both of you are getting close. You can feel his cum inside you being forced out around Aziraphale’s cock as he fucks you ever deeper. “You’d better cum soon because I won’t be letting go until you do.”

If you had still been human, you might have had bruises on your skin where his fingers pressed into you. You moaned, hips jerking and thighs twitching. There was pressure building in your belly, though it didn’t quite feel as it had before. This was different- oh. Oh.

Your legs jerked as the pressure built up and burst. Liquid gushed out as you squirted onto Aziraphale’s cock and thighs. The Angel let out a sound of surprise before thrusting once, twice ore and cumming, mixing his cum with the Demons’ inside your hole.

You realised that Crowley had let your throat go and was trailing his fingers up and down your cheek comfortingly. This was definitely new. You had never squirted before, and when you managed to open your eyes to look at the Angel, he looked at you with dark, lustful reverence.

“That- you- that was glorious,” he managed to supply. You chuckled tiredly and pulled him in for a kiss. The Angel pushed his tongue into your mouth to dance with yours and you whimpered as the act made your clit twitch with interest.

“My, my,” Crowley said, tilting your head to give him a chaste kiss too when you were done kissing Aziraphale. “You are a dirty thing.”

You sagged against him, muscles giving out. Oh, you were going to sleep well after this.

“I think,” Aziraphale panted, pulling a miracle down from above to clean up the three of you and the bed. “We ought to do that again at some point.”

You groaned and pulled the Angel down on top of you, who let out a startled ‘oof’ sound. You giggled and encouraged the two of them to snuggle with you.

“Mm- sometime,” you agreed, already feeling yourself giving in to the very human impulse of sleep. “Later.”

“Get some sleep, dear,” Aziraphale said softly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Mm- we’ll be here,” Crowley added, pressing another kiss to the top of your head.

And you did, and they were.

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tswhiisftteedr · 10 months ago

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Memories ☆ One Shot

☆Merchant Husband!Jamil Viper x Fem!Yuu!Reader x Merchant Husband!Kalim Al-Asim:

After your student career at NCR, Crowley had yet to find you a way to bring you back to your world. But that didn’t matter anymore, you had by now found yourself a new home in Twisted Wonderland. A family of your own, two wonderful husbands and children. But despite always moving forward, it is sometimes nice to look back to sweet moments of the past..

Warnings: Mature Content, Swearing/Explicit Language, Reader gets called slutty one time but the rest is loving and fluffy. Not Proofread. READER & THE GUYS ARE ABOVE AGE AND MARRIED KEEP THAT IN MIND BEFORE ENGAGING.

Based on this ask:

So could you do a One-Short of Jamil x F!Reader x Kalim? In which the three, now adults and married, both rulers of Scalding Sands, after a day of work and putting the children to bed (Aisha the eldest, daughter of Jamil and Y/n, and Omar, son of Kalim and Y/n), Y/n was organizing the things when he finds a photo album from the time when the three of them studied at NRC, so the three of them start to remember from the time they met, to the moment they got married (while having flashbacks of those moments), remembering all the good and bad times they had, and at the end they have an intimate moment, let's say... 👉🏻👌🏻, if you know what I mean😏

I kept imagining Kalim and Y/n laughing at Jamil, when they went to Scalding Sands for the fireworks festival, where they heard several embarrassing stories from him, including one (I made this one up) where when Jamil and Kalim met, Jamil mistook Kalim for a girl and was all in love about him

Notes: Since the al asim are a long line of wealthy merchans but not royals, I didn’t make them rulers(as in sultans) but high in the the contries hierarchy. Also I don’t know if I actually like that one, I’m not sure this fic is that good, sorry if you don’t like it.

Author Note: I have 15+ other request to work on after this one but I also have to study. About 5 are twst and rest are Hazbin hotel. I have gotten sub!vox x Succubus reader, zestmilla and a Velvette x autistic reader request, but those don’t follow my rules. Though I think I might do the Velvette one, because I hadn’t put in my rules that: I don’t think I have the writing abilities to fulfill a request like that one, when it was sent out. But I’m still not sure, it’s a maybe type of situation, anyways that’s me and my life. Lol anyways enjoy!

☆ more under the cut. ☆

It had been a long, tiring day, so much to do, and you swore to yourself more than once that you were surrounded by incompetent idiots. Being the wife of an old money merchant and a brilliant new money one was a difficult task, you were constantly on your feet, ordering around, signing off on shipments, formulating contracts and making phone calls.

Despite the discomfort and exhaustion that hard work brought you, it was inevitable that you would grow accustomed to it. Reminiscing no more about the world you had left behind, the scalding sands were your home, with your two husbands and your children.

Aisha and Omar, the light of your day. The sunshine they brought into any room they entered, that always made you smile.

Aisha resembled Jamil so much that no one could question where she had gotten her traits from, always calculating and good at keeping her emotions in check, she was truly the responsible elder daughter. Though, same could be said for Omar and Kalim. The two of them were like pees in a pot, the times they would fall to their endeavours you couldn’t help but wondered if one of them was really an adult.

But at last it was time for your little sunshines to go to bed, they had school tomorrow and you didn't want them to be sleepy in class. So after saying goodbye to their Nanny, Mrs.Miriam, you tucked them in. Sweet fairy tales and gentle lullabies to hold their hands on their journey to dreamland.

As you step out of the children’s bedroom you could help but notice the door to the storage room was croaked open, ‘must have been the kids’ you assume. After all, Aisha loved to wear your old dresses, even if they didn't fit. And have a tea party in them with her brother, Omar probably wore one of Jamil's many business suits, he loved to look professional during these play dates, even though the big fabric made him look somewhat ridiculous.

You stepped in to make sure everything was tidy, but much to your expectation and disappointment, the children had left the room a mess.

At that moment, you sincerely asked yourself why you didn't have a maid, ‘you were rich, so why were you the one who had to clean up?’ But no reason to lament on it for too long, being pissy wouldn’t clean the room.

So you reluctantly began to reorganize the chamber, despite your tired state. While doing so, you coincidentally happen to stumble onto a fancy-looking box, a rather large one at that. It had an inscription carved into it, 'Memories'. And upon opening it, you had discovered about 5 or so photo albums. Three of them belonged exclusively to Kalim and Jamil, one was dedicated to the three of you and the last one was just NRC memories in general.

Opening the album filled with shared emotions brought a delightful wave of nostalgia to your heart. Swiftly completing the room cleaning, you carried the box to the living room, eager to reminisce about high school days and enjoy glimpses of your husband's past.

After about 30 minutes of reviewing the photo albums, you had only reached halfway through the NCR one when you heard the sound of keys opening the front door.

Focusing on the voices, you recognized your husbands, you had been eagerly anticipated their return. Myriam had only prepared food for the children, so you had patiently waited for Jamil to arrive and treat you to his delicious cooking.

As the two men entered, shedding coats and shoes, you overheard Kalim sharing a laugh about his workday. At least one of you three found joy in the challenges of being successful merchants.

“Well hello there, what's a lovely lady like yourself doing all alone tonight?” Jamil greeted, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and planting a kiss on the crook of your neck.

‘Such a flirt,’ you mused to yourself, even after years of marriage, he still seized every opportunity to hit on you—an aspect not everyone would expect given his usual demeanor. “Nothing too special, my good sir. Just indulging in the pleasure of walking down memory lane,” you replied, gesturing to the open photo album on your lap.

"Mhm, I see," he responds, while your other husband explores the elegant box. Pulling out one of the albums that you didn't contribute to, he opens it and flips to the first page. Sporting a broad grin, he exclaims, "Man, this brings me back!"

After giving a glance at which album Kalim had chosen, Jamil nods in agreement. "Sure does, though I did hate you when those pictures were taken."

"That's so mean, Jamil!" Kalim protests.

"What can I say? You were quite the annoying and demanding kid. I'm glad Omar didn't completely take after you with that one." He sneakers and Kalim whines as a responds. Though it ends with both of them lightly laughing.

It's true that Jamil and Kalim once had a conflicting relationship, but after working through their dynamics, they became good friends and, subsequently, lovers.

It all began as a sort of love triangle after the winter break of your first and their second year. Kalim confessed to Jamil that he had fallen for you, not realizing that Jamil had been harboring feelings for you for quite some time. But instead of brushing off his emotions for the sake of the Al-Asim family as he had previously done, Jamil candidly admitted to Kalim that he also liked you and wouldn't back down just because Kalim felt the same.

A friendly competition ensued, as they vied for your attention by outdoing each other whenever you were present. ‘You had trouble with a certain topic in class? Jamil would help you out.’ (1 point for Jamil). ‘You wanted new stationary because the ones Crowley had provided were on their last lives, Kalim would get them for you, gold or silver encrusted? Your pick.’ (1 point for Kalim). And so on.

However, it did happen that the ever-clumsy Kalim would unintentionally disrupted Jamil's plans, such as on the before Halloween night. Jamil had prepared meticulously to ask you to the Halloween dance, crafting a special gift.

With the assisted by the ‘unexpectedly benevolent at that moment’ Professor Crewel, he concocted a bouquet of everlasting sparkling flowers. Perfecting the potion applied to the plants, creating a handcrafted card, and embroidering a sweet message on the ribbon that would tie it all up, took considerable time. Considering his responsibilities as vice housewarden, club duties, and student work, he may or may not have sacrificed a significant amount of sleep for those flowers, but despite the sleepless nights that took some toll on his health, he believed it was worth it for the girl he loved. Because ‘Hey, what’s a couple hours of missed beauty sleep when we’re taking about making happy the future love of you life!’

Everything was set to be flawless – he was impeccably dressed in his uniform, almost done with his hair, just a bouquet delivery away from asking you out. ‘Simple, right?’

However, what Jamil hadn't anticipated was that, despite Kalim growing up surrounded by gold and precious gems, he still acted like a magpie drawn to anything shiny. Walking through the scarabia hallways, Kalim noticed the slightly ajar door to Jamil's room and, feeling the urge to close it, approached. ‘He didn’t want people going in to his friend jamil’s room with his consent!’ after all.

Though, his concern for people entering Jamil's room without his agreement didn't seem to extend to himself. After seeing light reflect on something through the door’s opening, he entered, consequently spotting the beautiful sparkling bouquet on the vice housewarden's desk and couldn't resist getting a closer look.

As Jamil returned to the room, Kalim, in a reflex, hid the flowers behind himself to cover the fact that he had touched something he shouldn't have.

Obviously, Jamil immediately noticed the bouquet behind the white-haired boy; with around 100 flowers, it couldn't be easily concealed. As he was about to ask for the flowers, Jamil took a noticed to something in peculiar – Kalim was remarkably close to the desk, espagnol with the flowers behind his back. That's when it dawned on him: Kalim was currently crushing the flowers.

Seizing Kalim by the shoulder and reclaiming the flowers, Jamil couldn't help but observe the crushed petals that now marred the majority of the bouquet. As Kalim acknowledged the dire state of the plants, he looked at Jamil with a face full of guilt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just wanted to get a better look, and then you surprised me-" Kalim began.

"Oh, so now it's my fault? My fault you came into my room without asking, and it's my fault you touched something that didn't belong to you? Do you even know what these were for? I worked so hard to make them look that way! But now they're ruined!" Jamil emphasized, throwing the bouquet on the ground.

Now grabbing Kalim by his collar, Jamil continued, "They were for me to ask Y/N to the dance. I spent so much time trying to make them look perfect, something you wouldn't understand since you probably would've just bought something instead of taking the time to make it. You just ruin everything. Shit, you make me so fucking angry!"

The sudden yank on Kalim's collar caused him to stumble backward, landing on the edge of the desk, his legs still firmly planted on the ground. He yelped softly in surprise as he felt Jamil's breath hot against his neck, and a shiver ran down his spine at the combination of anger and... something else? Maybe it was just the closeness that made him tremble.

"L-Look I’m sorry," he managed to choke out between ragged breaths. "Please forgive Jamil, I-I didn’t mean too."

However, Jamil's grip tightened further, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Their faces were mere centimeters apart now, and Jamil's eyes bore into Kalim's like daggers. Despite his rage, there was an underlying heat burning brightly in his eyes, threatening to consume both of them.

Without warning, Jamil leaned forward, crushing their lips together full of madness. His tongue forced its way past Kalim's surprised lips, seeking entry into his mouth. His hands moved up to cup Kalim's face, holding him in place as he deepened the kiss.

Finally breaking the kiss, “What the hell,”Tsk, “Shit! I don’t know what came over me, I was just so mad and-“ Jamil began rambling but is cut off when an audibles “fuck” came out of Kamil’s lips.

“Did you just say fuck?” Jamil question,

“You just kissed me and that’s what you’re worried about!” Kalim retorts.

“You’re right, sorry, I’m sorry. Let’s just forget about this and never speak of it a-“ Jamil starts again,

“Wanna do it again?” Kalim cuts off once more.

Meanwhile you patiently waited at the location Jamil had texted you, but after 45 minutes of silence and Jamil not responding to your texts, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You weren't about to get stood up, no matter how pretty the motherfucker was. Heading straight to Scarabia ready for any excuse or so you thought. What you didn't anticipate was walking into both of your crushes making out on Jamil's bed.

They were so absorbed in each other that they hadn't noticed your presence in the room. To break their entrancement, you casually remarked, "Hot." Seeing the two guys you admire in appearance and personality, kissing and grabbing at each other was an undeniably attractive sight.

However, that your words did break their moment. Pulling away, Jamil spoke from under Kalim, "Um, hey, how's it going, Y/N?"

"Don't 'Y/N' me, Jamil. You texted me to meet you in front of the Seven's statues because you had something important to tell me. Then you don't show up and ignore all my texts. Now, if you want to continue your make-out session with Kalim, I'd suggest you promptly spit out what you wanted to tell me," you sternly replied, perhaps a bit too harsh. Despite your initial reaction, you quickly faced the reality that if they liked each other, you couldn't be with either of them and that hurt you. Or so you thought until their next words.

"Oh, well, the thing was that I wanted to ask you to the dance, but the bouquet I made for you kinda went south," he said, looking at the smushed gift on the floor. Following his gaze, you discovered the beautifully sparkling yet crushed flowers at your feet.

"So wait—why are you making out with Kalim if you were going to ask me out? I get the idea of going as friends, but the bouquet is a bit over the top for situations like that." You point out.

"No, it's not. Shit, it's hard to explain," he paused and collected himself, with Kalim now seated beside him.

"So, what happened is that I was going to ask you out as my date, in a romantic type of way. But Kalim accidentally ruined my gift, and that got me so angry, then we kind of just started making out. So I guess I also like Kalim in addition to you," Jamil explained.

"I'm confused as fuck... so let me get this clear, you like me, but you also like Kalim, and he's okay with it," you remarked.

"Yeah, I mean, I also like you. So it's kinda better if he also does," Kalim replied.

"Wait— You also like me?" you questioned.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I know this is sort of really weird, and it's totally fine if you don't reciprocate our feelings. I totally get it. You are in no obligation to do so," Jamil says to you.

"You're right, I'm not obligated to do so," you paused, making their hearts stop. The rollercoaster of emotions from anger and anxiety to hot and bother to finally feeling rejected was a bit too much to handle in such a short amount of time. But your next words brought peace to their hearts and minds. "But, would it be weird if I were to admit that I also liked the two of you?"

"At this point, not at all," Jamil replied.

"So is it okay if I join your make-out sesh?" you asked.

"Of course!" Kalim exclaimed, grabbing your wrist and, consequently, throwing you onto the bed with the two of them.

And that's how the three of you began your relationship.

Now back to the present,

The three of you had migrated to your Shaftland(Alaskan) king-sized bed, with you positioned between the two. You were all in pyjamas by now, you in shorts and a t-shirt. Currently, you were flipping through the album Kalim had picked up.

"Oh, and this was the first picture we took after I realized you were a guy," Kalim said, pointing at a photo of the two of them studying as children.

"Wait, you thought Jamil was a girl?" you questioned.

"Well, I did at first. He was really pretty as a kid and had nice long hair, though, I guess he still is," he said with a giggle. You looked at your other husband for confirmation, half-expecting Kalim to be playfully trying to confuse you. However, Jamil nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, apparently he did for the longest time. We got introduced at four, and during the span of 6 years, he thought I was a chick," he explained.

“So how did he find out you weren't?" you asked.

"One day, he dragged me out in the rain to play a game of ball. I tried to tell him that we couldn't, but he wouldn't budge. After about half an hour, I finally convinced him to come back in to avoid both of us getting a cold. I had prepared a bath for both of us to use, but, of course, it had to be kept a secret. I couldn't let anyone know I might have let Kalim get sick. So once the bath was ready, I began to strip. My shirt was halfway off when he started rambling about taking responsibility as the honorable son of the Al-Asim family and marrying me after seeing me indecently. I just stared at him for a couple of minutes, in shock, and then corrected him about my gender. The looks he gave me were like I had just turned his whole world upside down," Jamil explained.

"Well, it felt like you did back then," Kalim commented with a huff.

"I guess props to Kalim for wanting to do the 'decent thing' and marry you," you said with a snicker.

"Ha, ha, really funny," Jamil replied sarcastically.

"In the end, it did happen, though," Kalim said, somewhat of a marvel in his eyes.

"True, maybe 10-year-old Kalim had fortune-telling abilities. You never know," you said.

"For some reason, I strongly doubt that," Jamil retorted.

You soon turned to the album filled with pictures of the three of you. As you examined the images, a hint of insecurity crept in.

"I wish I still looked like that, being 16 and beautiful," you expressed, but that didn't sit well with your husbands, not at all.

"Babes, what are you talking about! You're literally so beautiful, like really beautiful. I mean it," Kalim reassured.

"Yes, he's right. You’ll always be gorgeous," agreed Jamil, wrapping his arm around your frame.

"And besides, nobody could ever compare to you," added Kalim with a wink.

Your face gets warmer at their compliments, feeling a little better but still you couldn't shake off the nagging doubt in your mind. You knew they meant well, but sometimes it was hard not to compare yourself to your younger self or to other woman in general.

"Thanks you two, really, I appreciate it," you managed to say softly, trying to sound more confident than you actually were.

Kalim leaned in closer, nuzzling his nose into your neck and whispering hot breath against your sensitive skin. "I love how you smell so sweet," he muttered before trailing kisses down your neckline, leaving marks along the way.

Jamil followed suit, nipping at your earlobes and sucking lightly on them before moving downwards towards your cleavage. His hands traced slow circles around your waist, teasingly brushing against your sensitive flesh.

You gasp softly, arching your back into their touch, unable to resist their advances. Your heart raced faster than usual, thumping wildly against your chest as anticipation built up inside of you.

You felt your shorts being unfastened one by one, exposing your body to your husband’s hungry gazes. You closed your eyes, savoring the anticipation building up inside. Your breath hitched as you felt Kalim's warm fingertips teasingly tracing along your thighs, brushing against against sensitive flesh before dipping slightly lower towards your wet panties.

Lifting your shirt, his tongue traced circles around your nipples, sucking and licking each one until they stood erect and hardened.

Jamil's hands moved higher up your body, cupping your breasts in his large palms, massaging them roughly yet tenderly. His thumb played with your nipples, teasing them mercilessly while his lips found yours, claiming their own passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled together, exploring every crevice of each other's mouths as he continued to fondle your chest.

As things escalated further, both men began to undress themselves, revealing their cocks straining against their boxers. You could feel your pussy growing increasingly hotter and more lubricated at the sight of their hardened members, yearning for the moment they would finally fuck you. You moaned, your voice trembling with desire and need.

Kalim moved between your legs, spreading them wider apart before leaning down to nibble on your sensitive inner thighs. His hot breath fanned across your wet pussy lips, making goosebumps rise on your sensitive skin. "I want to taste you," he croaked against your panties, his hands gripping tightly onto your thighs. He did become ‘pushy’ then his usual self when it came to sex.

Before you could respond, he yanked down your underwear, exposing your pussy to his hungry mouth. He groaned deeply, savoring the scent of your arousal filling his nose. His tongue darted out, tracing slow circles around your entrance before exploring your hole, lapping up every drop of your dripping arousal. You cried out in pleasure, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over your.

Jamil stop you momentarily to change the position, now under you, with your back against his chest, hands spreading your thighs, his member now pressing against your entrance. With one swift motion, he thrust himself inside her tight hole, stretching her walls wide open. You gasped at the feeling, meanwhile Kalim returned to devouring your pretty pussy.

"You taste so fucking good, baby," Kalim muttered hoarsely between licks and sucks, his tongue darting in and out of your wet entrance. His fingers continued to tease your sensitive spots, finding just the right rhythm to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Jamil grunted deeply, thrusting faster now, his cock stretching your tight channel even further, filling you up completely. He reached down to play with one of your nipples, pinching it gently before twisting it roughly. "That's it, take all of me, my slutty little wife"

Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers as they both relentlessly attacked every inch of your body. Your walls clamped tightly around Jamil's cock, milking him for more while you ended up squirting onto Kalim's face. The mixed flavors of their combined arousal only served to fuel their lustful hunger.

“Oh god, yes," you moaned, your voice breaking with pleasure. You felt so full, yet so empty at the same time. Your pussy clenched tightly around his thick shaft, milking him as he began to move faster and harder, slamming into your core repeatedly. Meanwhile Kalim had broke away to focus on his own erection, soon placing himself in your mouth and facefucking you. You didn’t protest, he had been so good to you, ‘so why not let him have his fun?’

"Shit, you’re so beautiful Y/N," stated Jamil, his hips moving in sync with Kalim's thrusting rhythm. You could feel yourself nearing orgasm once more, your body trembling in anticipation of release.

"Fuck, ‘it’s to much!" you cried out against your husband’s cock, though it came out as a mumble, in addition your voice was already hoarse from their passionate lovemaking. Your pleasing noises only served to fuel their lust even more, pushing them closer to climax together. You and Jamil being the first to finish, he slightly thrusted into to ride out your high.

Kalim was watching the two of you like a hawk, throwing his head back in ecstasy as he relished in the sounds you made. He soon reached his own breaking point, moving back to his original position to finish on your pussy and stomach.

After a couple minutes of heavy breathing,

"This was fantastic," Kalim remarks between breaths.

"Yeah, it was. By the way, are you still taking the pill?" Jamil asks, turning to face you.

"Oh, no. I forgot I was on a break from it," you say, a bit alarmed.

"Well, looks like Aisha and Omar might have some potential siblings on the way," Kalim says with a giggle.

"Ha ha, real funny," you respond sarcastically.

"I mean, it's not that bad of an idea," Jamil suggests.

"Okay, less thinking about more kids, and more thinking of showering now. I am beat and sweaty," you say.

"Yes, ma'am," the two of them say in unison.

And that’s how your night ended.

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darlingsfandom · 2 months ago

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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 stag 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.

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avocado-writing · 1 year ago

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i never see any crowley x reader fics where he’s a bottom 🥲🥲

could i request a crowley x reader fic where top!reader pegs crowley ?? it’s what he deserves

notes: sub!crowley like he deserves in this

pairing: crowley x reader

rating: E

“Colour?”

“Unffff— green…!”

“Good boy.”

Crowley likes to be fucked, this much you know to be true. If there were a dictionary definition of “pillow princess” his picture would be in the footnotes for it. He likes to be spread out on his back, slim thighs akimbo; bent over the nearest available surface; folded at the waist over your lap. Any way where he gets your full and undivided attention.

He will take any sample from the smorgasbord of pleasure you offer. His arse or his cock or his cunt, no matter what you touch he’ll get off. Right now he’s splayed out on the bed, practically coquettish in the way he moans and thrusts upwards into your touch, flushed such a deep red you think he might pop a blood vessel. You’re inching the silicone cock between your legs into him very slowly. It’s thick, you’ve had to work up to it over the evening: using bigger and bigger sizes to both prepare and tease him. His hole flowers open under your ministrations and you watch as his body swallows you.

“Fu-uu-ck,” you growl, thrusting forward a little so that your hips fit snugly against his. His mouth opens in a silent orgasmic scream and his cock floods out precome. He’s so hard that he’s bobbing against his own stomach, leaving pearly trails between his slit and the fine hair beneath his navel.

“Look at that, Crowley. You open up so beautifully for me…”

“Aaah. Please. Please…” he doesn’t seem to know what he’s begging for but does so anyway. His hand reaches up for you and you clasp it in midair, threading your fingers through his and squeezing. Yes. You’re here. You’ll keep him anchored in the moment.

Slowly you begin to undulate your hips. The dildo makes a filthy noise where you’ve made sure it was suitably prepared to slide into him and Crowley chokes. After two thrusts he’s begging. After five he’s a whimpering mess, and after ten he’s totally lost the power of speech. All he can do is lie there and let you fuck him. But the whole time you talk him through it, your voice honeyed and thick, reassuring him you’ll give him exactly what he needs.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Relax. You know I’ll take care of you, don’t you? So fucking good for me, such a pretty little demon… so obedient…”

Crowley paws desperately at your chest, simply unable to vocalise what he wants from you. But you know him well enough now to sense it. You slow down your fucking to a more leisurely pace so that you can reach over, practically bending him in half, and press a kiss to him. His face is sweaty but his lips are needy and searching. He presses his tongue to yours submissively. He wants you to take whatever you want from him - and right now, that’s his third orgasm of the night.

You take his cock in your hand and it only takes a couple of pumps until he’s done, spilling all over himself with such force he splatters onto his chest. He collapses utterly boneless and thoroughly sated, you pull out of him with as much care as you did entering him. He moans and a little more cum dribbles from his softening cock. You unbuckle the strap as you head to the ensuite, grabbing a wet flannel and a glass of water for your lover.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”

He manages to nod with enthusiasm, still not quite able to form words. He gulps down the water that you offer him though.

“There we go, handsome,” you mutter. He nuzzles into you affectionately, his breathing slowly stabilising as you clean up the mess.

“Fuck. Needed that,” he eventually croaks out. You chuckle and drop a kiss into his fiery hair.

“Any time you need it, gorgeous.”

“Love you,” as he says that he blushes brighter than when you were several inches inside him. You hide your grin.

“I love you too.”

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angelic-omega · 7 months ago

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Dom!Crowley x Sub!Aziraphale x Sub!Reader

(Amab Crowley, Afab Aziraphale, and Afab Reader) GN!Reader!

Sloppy kissing, Sloppy oral, Clothed Dom naked Sub, Cumplay, Degradation, Praise, Multiple Orgasms, Chubby Aziraphale, Chubby Reader, They/Them Reader, He/Him Aziraphale, He/They Crowley, Crowley’s Forked Tongue, Some Overstimulation, Fingering, Light Spanking, Face Sitting, Creampie

!!!MINORS DNI¡¡¡

The sound of the turning pages filtered through the back room of the overly full bookshop. You found yourself sitting cross legged on the small sofa, peeking over the edge of your novel to look at Aziraphale in his comfortable chair. His reading glasses had slipped cutely down the bridge of his nose and you couldn’t help but adjust your own upon seeing it. You watched the light catch on his golden ring as he turned the next page and you let out a sigh. Shifting on the couch to get more comfortable you tried to focus on the task at hand. Crowley had left some time ago and you were anxious for his return. Aziraphale and Crowley were rarely apart, but Crowley had laid down for the night so for the time being you were left to your own devices. Which resulted in a bubbly conversation involving Kipling which had slowly dwindled to the making of hot chocolate and sitting down to read a good book.

You sat opposite one another as you both read in relative silence. The old record player could be heard lightly from where it’s needle drug across the vinyl, it’s cacophonous melody swimming pleasantly through the shop settled you both. The only sound between you was your own bated breath and the turning of pages. You were trying your best to focus on the words written before your very eyes, but found your gaze wandering to Aziraphale. When he had first taken you under his wing and allowed you to stay at the bookshop you had been curious as to why. Over time you pushed the question to the back of your mind but now you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.

At first you had thought it was merely him being his angelic self. However, you now had to ask yourself why he had allowed you to become such an integral part of his daily life. Clearly the two of you shared some sort of deeper connection? Or was it just your imagination running wild? You found yourself thinking back to something which had occurred a few months or so ago. You two had not discussed what had happened besides ensuring the other had not been too startled that night. That night the two of you had been drinking away within the bookshop and being a lightweight you had found yourself more affected than you cared to admit. Crowley had found your drunken stupor particularly intriguing and had embarked on a little game. The demon was naturally quite curious when it came to you, as you often found yourself too tongue tied to say much of anything in his presence. Something Aziraphale had assured you, you would grow used to eventually. However, finding yourself drunk enough to sprawl next to Crowley on the sofa you were left quite exposed. You hadn’t meant to answer such a question but it had slipped out before your brain could catch up. Crowley had asked “What sort of human bits do you prefer?”

And without a second thought in your head to stop you, you had pushed a rush of air through your lips and lightly replied, “The ummm holes? No use having anything dangling about! Not like I’d use it anyway!”

All eyes had been on you as you had continued “Handy I guess since then you both could have your way with me! No fuss at all really…”

The record which had been playing had come to a sudden stop and the air in the room had shifted. In your drunken state you had stumbled up from the couch and brazenly steadied yourself on Aziraphale’s thick thighs. You had giggled at your clumsy display before you reverently reached out to move your hands closer to where those two legs connected. Crowley had leaned forward in his seat and watched aptly as your curious hands had found their mark. You had pressed them curiously against the flat expanse of tan clad pelvis in front of you. You gasped as your fingers met nothing discernible between the Angel’s legs. As you slipped them further down to press at the seam of his pants he had sharply inhaled, drawing your eyes away to stare blankly into his own.

You had darted from the room only to trip and fall over a rogue stack of books, landing firmly on your front and spilling your abandoned whiskey with your foot. Crowley had been swift in miracling the mess away and helping you to your feet. He smirked down at you and had teased, “Well, that’s one way to find out”

It was then that you found yourself feeling suddenly sober, as you looked into those piercing yellow eyes. Looking between the two of them the words and actions of your inebriated self had come rushing back to you. You had pulled away from the Demons grasp and had curled into a ball on the sofa. No one had spoken on the matter since, but that night everyone had sobered up and moved the festivities into going out for a nice dinner. Since then it had scratched at the back of your mind until you finally found yourself wondering once again. Was that a good gasp or a bad gasp? Surely if Aziraphale had not been comfortable with such brazen groping he would have put a stop to things? Maybe he was just as curious as you had been when feeling around…

You weren’t the best at making moves but while Crowley was away you found yourself feeling less shy. The demon had quite the affect on you both but you still wanted to know more about Aziraphale. You hadn’t paid much thought to him prior to that night. He was just a very sweet being who had taken you in and given you a place to sleep and meals to eat! He was an Angel, supposedly sexless but apparently not. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had kept genitals purely for aesthetic purposes but now as you folded your book closed and studied him closer…you wondered if it wasn’t just aesthetic.

“About the other night…” you softly began, toying absentmindedly with the hem of your shirt before you continued, “I have to ask! Are they- is it purely for looks or do you? You know? Make use of it?”

You watched as he squirmed in his seat, letting out a shakey sigh before flipping the page. It was only then that he looked your way with a slightly trepidatious expression. He studied you for a moment in which you felt your heart would seize in your chest, before he closed the book and softly responded, “I assume you mean my umm parts?”

You nodded your head and scooted minutely closer to the edge of the couch as you hung on his every word. Why you were so curious you weren’t quite sure but your gaze was unwavering as he continued, “Well partly they are aesthetic as I find clothing tends to not fit as well without! As for making use of my genitals it’s purely natural to wish to do so! Part of the human experience would be erm pleasures of the flesh”

“But you’re not human?” You interjected, coming to stand beside him as you leaned closer.

He blushed lightly as he looked away and worked on removing his glasses. As he set them down on the desk nearby he meekly replied, “Well you know me! I find human experiences quite thrilling, so I assume it is of no surprise I would…indulge.”

It was your turn to gasp at the truth unfolding before you. He shyly looked away and steadied himself, hands firmly smoothing out the wrinkles of his waistcoat before he peered up at you once again. He motioned for you to follow him into one of the further rooms and you silently did as you were asked. You were astonished as he pulled the door open to reveal a plush looking bed next to a small chest of sorts. You stood awkwardly in the doorway for a moment or so before he patted the bed and you reluctantly came to sit on the far corner. He got to his knees near the chest and removed a black bag from within, which he then handed to you with a coy smile. The fabric was a rich, soft velvet with red drawstrings cinched tightly closed. It didn’t take a lot of mental strain to conclude what was inside the bag. The weight of the object within was heavy and felt curiously phallic in nature. You were sat frozen with the device in your hands as Aziraphale stood and awkwardly watched the pieces click into place.

He was twisting the ring around his finger, a nervous habit he couldn’t seem to break. Apparently he had plenty of human habits! Human habits that required the use of this particular room, which until today you had never stepped foot inside. There was a small window in the far end of the room with its curtain gaping slightly open for a beam of sunlight to stream in through. The way it encompassed him as he stepped off to the side made him look more ethereal than normal. He was shyly peeking up at you as you held the concealed object in both hands, letting the hefty weight press against your palms as you took it all in. You looked to one another for a few tense moments before he stepped cautiously closer and cheekily smiled. Reaching out to gently run a warm palm down your clothed arm until it reached your still slightly outstretched hands. Gingerly he took the toy back from you as you let out a pleased sigh.

The feelings stirring inside you were odd. Aziraphale had always looked and acted quite similar to you which had made you like two peas in a pod! Now you were realizing the two of you were vastly more similar than you had previously imagined. You had always assumed because he was an Angel he would not be privy to such desires, but here he stood before you with flushed cheeks and a vibrator in his hands. He was smiling that small coy smile he got sometimes around Crowley, the one he’d shyly give the demon before doing something bold like giving them a kiss on the cheek. With lightly trembling hands he pulled the bag open, pulling the toy out into the open and coming to stand almost directly in front of you. Without thinking you reached out to take it from him, your fingers brushing as he politely handed it over.

Inspecting it closer than you had before you ran a finger over the small raised bumps down the shaft of the toy. You were immensely curious as you rubbed your thumb over the power button, hovering it there for a few moments before you looked back up to Aziraphale. Movement had caught your attention in your peripheral vision and as you looked up at him from your position on the bed you noticed he was undoing his bow tie. The room was feeling rather heated as you felt yourself flush at the implications. Certainly he wasn’t suggesting what you thought he was? How could you be sure he wanted something like that from you? How to break the news to him that you weren’t very take charge at all in the bedroom.

For a moment, as he looked down at you and raised a brow, you wondered if maybe he was going to take the dominant role. You could never truly tell about someone after all. However, watching his trembling hands pulling his bow tie free you gathered he was just as eager as you. You couldn’t move, you sat frozen on the bed as he shyly turned away to undo his slacks. Pushing them down in one swift motion before hanging them neatly over the end of the bed, he batted his eyes at you over his shoulder. You knew that look. You had USED that look. Smiling back at him you shifted further on the bed, broadly gesturing for him to join you as he stripped bare from the waist down. The bed dipped in the middle as he climbed gracefully atop the plush sheets, crawling towards you determinedly he came to his knees in front of you. Sitting up to press closer you set the toy aside for a moment, letting your hands explore the front of his chest and further down across the swell of his stomach.

He let out a shakey breath as his hands came to rest on your shoulders to steady himself. Taking that as a sign to become bolder you pulled him closer gently by the waist. Fingers digging into the plus flesh of his sides as you sweetly nuzzled your nose against his flushed cheek. Giving a small contented hum you waited a second or two before bringing your lips together. As you kissed you shifted even closer, letting him almost straddle one of you thighs as your arms wrapped fully around his middle. Clutching at his back you heard him moan lightly into the kiss, tilting his head to give you better access. Soon you found yourself desperately pressing closer as you tried your best to keep your hips still. Without breaking the kiss you adjusted positions, coming to sit up on your knees as well to make your next move easier. As gently as you could you guided him to lay on his back, letting you climb gingerly on top of him. It felt thrilling to have your legs on either side of his hips as you continued to kiss, with his hands fluttering from your thighs to your own hips. Finally as your head began to swim you pulled away from the kiss, looking down with lust as you watched him staring down to your spit slick lips before dragging his hooded eyes up to your own.

This time when you leaned down into his personal space you pressed chest to chest, lightly dragging your blunt nails across his stomach as you lifted his shirt up. The skin you found below the fabric was warm and feeling him arch into your touch had you moaning into the kiss. Feeling overwhelmed and wanting to please him, you pulled away with a wet smack of lips. You rolled your hips as if you were fucking yourself onto him before you took a sharp breath. As you worked your hands further under his shirt and vest you brought your lips to the side of his jaw. You stilled your movements as you lightly drug your lips down the column of his throat, teeth scraping against the side of his neck as he let out a whine. Nipping carefully at his pulse point you felt a shiver go down your spine and the sultry moan he let out in response. Emboldened by his eagerness you dug your teeth in a little harder, worrying the flesh between your teeth as he squirmed below you.

“Please! Oh!” Aziraphale’s voice warbled out into the room, desperation echoing off the golden walls as the sun momentarily went behind a cloud.

Lifting your head as the light suddenly streamed back in you gave a small laugh. Pulling your hands out from under his shirt as you sat back on your haunches you shyly whispered, “Give me a second.”

Now it was his turn to giggle at your overly eager kissing, bringing his hands down to rest across his chest as you leaned over to fumble for the toy. Once it was in your hand you climbed off his hips, guiding him to raise one of his legs to make room for you between them. It came to rest heavily on your shoulder as you tentatively smoothed your free hand down his thigh. He watched curiously on as you gently cupped him between his legs, smoothing the palm of your hand up and down the warm and willing folds. He let out a breathy sigh as you kept a steady pace, feeling the slightly damp flesh between his legs as you both stared at your hand mesmerized.

Nervous but wanting to move things along you removed your hand from between his legs, slipping it into the crook of his knee and bending the other leg back. With better access granted to his pink holes you guided the vibrator into your open mouth. Thrusting it in and out to let the salvia pool around the silicone you gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze. After only a few moments of running your lips and tongue across its surface it became slicked enough to pull it free. A large strand of drool connected your bottom lip to the very tip of the vibrator, your salvia dripping down the entire length of it to roll onto your hand. With the toy sufficiently slicked and Aziraphale’s effort glistening in the sunlight, you brought the toy between his legs. He bit his lip and let his head tip slowly back as you drug the very end of the toy along his slick folds. In one slow push you let the toy spread his lips open, thumb hovering over the button as you watched him wiggle on the bed. It felt surreal seeing him glistening with a thin layer of sweat in the early morning sun. His clit was slightly smaller than yours where it had engorged at the top of his sex and as you hilted the toy he let out a high pitched whimper. The small wheel attached to the middle of the device pressed firmly against the very tip of his pea sized clit.

You smirked giddily up at him as you brazenly depressed the button, watching aptly as the toy came to life. His hips stuttered up from the bed as he started to lazily grind them in erratic semi circles. Moaning shakily and arching his spine on the bed you began to slowly thrust the toy in and out of his eager hole. He was whining and shaking his head from side to side as you pressed the middle button once again. The wheel began to spin faster, small silicone tongues lapping insistently at his sensitive bud as the toy pulsed in a steady wave. The vibrations started low and slow then grew harsher and faster before the process would start over again. His moans would crescendo alongside the sensations as you kept the vibrator hilted inside him.

You were feeling affected yourself, throbbing between your legs as you watched the toy slowly unravel the Angel below you. Wiggling on the bed you couldn’t help but arch a little too, hips pressing back as you nuzzled the calf draped across your shoulder. Soon you were both shifting your hips as his moans rang through the room and made your head go all fuzzy. It was around then that you heard the door creak open…

With eyes wide and a startled gasp leaving your lips you turned to see Crowley leaning casually against the doorframe with a small box of chocolates in his hand. Tossing the ornate box with a small golden ribbon tied around it, onto the small table near the entrance of the room he purred, “Having a little fun while the big bad demon is away I see?”

“Crowley?!” You both gasped in unison as Aziraphale brought one hand up to cover his face and the other to clutch at his heaving chest.

You sat frozen on the bed. Your heart was pounding in your chest and the toy was still buzzing away inside Aziraphale as he sauntered into the room. Kicking the door shut behind him, you watched intently as he came to stand over by the edge of the bed. His sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose to reveal his hungry eyes as they trailed slowly over you both. You couldn’t help but whine at the heated look he shot your way. There was a tense moment shared between the three of you before he snapped his fingers with a smirk. The sudden burst of demonic energy sizzled across your pale skin as both of you were exposed to the room. Aziraphale arched his now fully nude body closer to you as he looked towards Crowley looming above the bed.

Cloaked in nothing but the warmth of the sunlight pouring in through the crack in the pastel blue curtains, you looked to him as well. Shivering under the intensity of his stare you unconsciously shifted your hips on the bed. Trying to helplessly ease the ache between your legs as his smile broadened and he stepped assuredly closer. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan as his hands founds their place on your waist. His grip tightened as he climbed onto the bed behind you, lifting you up onto all fours. Humming appreciatively as you arched your back towards him, he scooted closer to teasingly rub his clothed erection against the crack of your raised ass. You whined and shifted your hips back but his grip on your waist kept you in place. Leaning back to run his hands down your sides and across your hips, Aziraphale’s moans picked up once again as those hands reached your thighs. Digging his thumbs in and spreading the flesh before him he commanded, “Keep going and stay still.”

Nodding your head and biting your lip you turned your attention back to Aziraphale. You were closer now and could see how his slick was leaking around the toy inside, how his chest was rising and falling rapidly. How his hands clutched uselessly at the bedspread before he tipped his hips up and grabbed the backs of his own thighs. This granted you better access and made it easier for one of Crowley’s curious hands to press down on the middle of you back, forcing you to bend further. The teasing touches from Crowley only fueled the fire between your legs and you couldn’t help but blush as he spread your cheeks once again. You could feel how wet you were and knew there was no denying how deeply arousing you found his presence. As soon as he let out a pleased growl behind you, you felt another pearl of slick drip down your folds to dangle wetly between your spread legs. At the sight of it Crowley chuckled amusedly before he teased, “Eager are we?”

“Delicious,” he slipped a hand down to rub gently across your slick sex before pulling it away as he continued, “look at the two of you~”

You both whined at the praise. Then Crowley teased your slick entrance with one of his long fingers, leaning closer to whisper, “Turn the toy down a few speeds.”

Aziraphale was nearing the edge as you immediately obeyed, clicking the minus button twice and listening to the Angel whimper above you. He adjusted his grip on his legs as he looked down to the both of you with a hazy pout. You only had a moment to return his stare before your eyes rolled back in your head at the slow press of Crowley’s finger within you. It seemed to go on and on. Crooked finger sliding deeper and deeper until you gasped and shuddered on the bed. The demon let out a hiss as you tried to push your hips back, reminding you to stay still as you whimpered and froze. Aziraphale was not fairing much better and soon enough he was tossing his head from side to side and begging, “oh please?! Please?! Crroooowwwleeey!!”

He whined the demons name long and loud, shifting his hips the best he could on the bed as he tried and failed to push over the edge. The toy was not enough to send him over on such a low setting but it was doing an excellent job of keeping him close. Writhing in ecstasy and torture alike Aziraphale whimpered and begged once again, “Please?! Please!! I-I can’t?!”

“You can Angel.” Crowley gritted out through clenched teeth which were quick to tease across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

Slipping a second finger inside and crooking them both, he began lazily thrusting them in and out. Teeth still nibbling at your quickly bruising skin your head started swimming. Each delightful little pinch of teeth sent a flash of warmth cascading through your very veins. The fingers picking up their pace certainly didn’t help you in your lost cause to keep quiet. Soon with every nip of teeth and press of fingers you were gasping and moaning into the room. Whining as he switched to placing teasing bites up your neglected thigh he paused to admire his work before he purred, “Keep still for me,”

He grabbed your hip and pulled you closer to his face; breathing the next command directly against your enlarged clit as he said, “and when you cum I want you to turn the toy back up.”

Before you could even fully process the words you were crying out as his fingers crooked harder within you. Jerking in his grasp at the first press of that slick forked tongue lapping at the very tip of your clit. Letting the forked tips fall on either side as his fingers continued to thrust against that special spot inside you whined and whimpered almost as desperately as Aziraphale. With both your hungry moans filling the air of the room like the sunlight itself the demon shifted closer yet. Wrapping his lips around your pink little button and giving it a small suck. Eyes rolling in pleasure as your legs started to tremble with the effort of remaining still, all too soon he was pulling off. Whining long and loud as those slick fingers slipped free you flushed at his heated command, “Hump my tongue, Lovely.”

Whimpering as he extended the long appendage so that the base of the tongue pressed against your opening and the twin forks wrapped around your sensitive clit, you did as you were asked. Hips working slowly at first then faster and faster as you felt the pleasure building to a dangerous level. You were going out of your mind at the feeling of those two ends flicking up and down with every push of your hips. Sliding your clit between them as they undulated on either side while the very back of the demons flexible tongue teased at your leaking hole. It wasn’t long before all that pent up energy was reaching a super nova of pleasure. Trembling as you let out little breathy moans and pants, with what little brain capacity you had left you pressed the button. Turning the vibrations of the toy back up two speeds which sent Aziraphale spiraling headfirst into a powerful orgasm right behind your own. You throbbed and pulsed as your hips continued to twitch sporadically back onto the demons dexterous tongue. Whining and jerking in his grasp as he cruel kept teasing your over sensitive nerves with the very tips. You stilled your hips as you came down from your own orgasm, watching hazily as Aziraphale’s moans elevating in pitch as he found himself sensitive as well. Still catching your breath as the demon pulled their tongue away from the burning nerves at the very top of your slit, you pulled the toy slightly out and away from Aziraphale’s own swollen little nub. The wheel was spinning and you watched it turn as Crowley took the opportunity to spear you with his now sloppily wet tongue. You called out brokenly as it found its way deep inside in one quick thrust. His pleased growl reverberated against the pink flesh where his tongue spread you open, sending another flash of heat through your very core. Shivering at the sound of his rough voice pressed against your sex you whimpered desperately as his tongue began to flex and pulse within you. You had never felt anything quite like it and soon enough you felt the pleasure building up once again.

Aziraphale was panting above you as the vibrator continued to press against his own nerves. Soon you felt emboldened by his pleasured moans which mingled with your own eager sounds and pressed the toy forward once again. With the demon rolling their tongue in waves and the high pitched wails of pleasure filling your ears you let out a startled gasp as you found yourself on the edge. Your breath caught as you balanced there at the very edge of what promised to be a violently powerful climax before you let out the loudest moan yet. Both Crowley’s hands came up to grasp at your bitten thighs and that sent you tumbling headfirst into a second orgasm. As the first wave of pleasure crested the demon cheekily brought one hand up the inside of your thigh to press two fingers firmly against your throbbing clit. The other raised high into the air before coming down hard across the supple flesh of your ass. The sting of the slap mingled with the endless waves of your orgasm which had you seeing spots in the corners of your vision.

As you felt the pleasure ebb and flow away for the second time, that long tongue was slowly and teasingly pulled free from your thoroughly used pussy. Trailing a long strand of slick and spit from the tips of the demons forked tongue to your warm and wet slit. As it finally pulled completely free Aziraphale arched on the bed and let out a small shout, his legs trembled and threatened to close as he whined needily with his head tossed back. Crowley sat up and watched as the pleasure faded and his fried nerves began to protest. You went to sympathetically turn the vibrations down when Crowley fisted a hand roughly in your hair and hissed, “Sssstop. You’ll turn it off when I Sssay you can.”

Peering back at him over your shoulder you shyly mumbled “yes, sir.”

“Good~” Crowley praised as he let your head drop back into its natural place, smoothing a hand down your spine as he continued to watch.

Aziraphale’s was writhing below you both as he practically screamed with every turn of the wheel. His eyes which were clouded by lust and desperation met Crowley’s own as he continued to tremble and shake. His legs dropped to either side of you as his hips lifted up off the bed in an attempt to get away from the onslaught of pleasure, but he made no move to beg until he heard Crowley speak once again. Gripping tightly at your waist and bringing his hips closer to your exposed ass once again he suggested, “why don’t you turn it up?”

“NO?! Please?! PLEASE!!!” Aziraphale cried out before your finger could depress the button, tears threatening to spill down his ruddy cheeks as he whimpered.

Taking mercy on the Angel Crowley ground against your ass and lowly whispered, “turn it off and come help me with THIS.”

Aziraphale went limp on the bed as the vibrator finally came to a stop, pulling it free from his slick hole you handed it off to him before peaking back at Crowley. His hands which had been firmly holding you by the waist slipped down to your hips before sliding off you entirely. Sprawling across the very end of the bed you were quick to fall to your knees below him and begin unfastening his belt. As you undid the button and pulled the zipper down he let out a small grunt and raised his hips toward you. Pulling everything down enough to free his rigid cock proved harder than anticipated but with a little elbow grease you managed to get the pants down to his thighs. Scooting closer and letting your knee slip between his slim ankles you leaned closer to pull at the hem of his boxers with your teeth. Hooking a finger under the waistband you slowly guided them down as well. Your eyes hungrily took in the sizeable effort before you greedily ran your lips from the base of the shaft all the way to the very tip. Reaching out to grab hold of the shaft and steady it, you parted your lips and took the very tip into your mouth. Bobbing your head over the very top half of his cock a few times, you pulled off for a second to run your tongue teasingly along the underside before swallowing it back down. This time you removed your hand, placing both palms flat on his thighs as you set up a steady pace. Slowly moving up and down the turgid flesh between your lips you let him slip further and further back. Soon you were taking him almost all the way to the base. Drool dripping down the shaft and onto his exposed balls you reached a hand out to feel their heft and weight as you held yourself pressed as far back as you could go. He groaned and ran a hand through your hair encouragingly as you did so. Pulling off to catch your breath you moaned as you plunged back down once again, overcome with the full sensation across your tongue. Soon you were moving faster as you continued to let out pleased little hums around his thick cock. It wasn’t until you heard shifting on the bed that you paused to see Aziraphale climbing to the floor as well. On still trembling legs he slid to his knees beside you, gently touching your cheek and guiding you to pull all the way off the demons spit slick cock.

You then watched as he leaned across to take him into his own mouth, causing Crowley to let out a rough growl which caused you both to squirm below him. While Aziraphale worked the shaft with his mouth and tongue you leaned closer to suck one of the demons slick balls into your mouth as well. Rolling it around your tongue before doing the same to the next. You switched between the two as Aziraphale bobbed his head faster and faster. Crowley fisted a hand in the Angel’s hair as he let out a breathy moan. Aziraphale coyly pulled off once again as you both looked to one another you leaned in together. Sliding both sets up lips up and down either side of his cock you worked your tongues over the underside. Occasionally the tips of them would brush each other as you moved together. Feeling confident in the demons steadily increasing sounds of pleasure you reached a hand up to palm at the leaking tip of his cock. Rubbing two fingers across the slick head in circles before pressing firmer against the sensitive flesh. Aziraphale brought a hand up as well, encircling the bottom half of his shaft before moving his mouth up to the very tip. You found yourself doing the same. Joint hands stroking the bottom and top half of his erection as you left only the head free to explore with your wandering tongues. The slick sounds filled the room as your conjoined saliva slicked the way for your tight strokes. Flicking your tongues fast and rough against the sensitive tip had Crowley arching his hips forward, thrusting erratically as he groaned. When you tightened your grip around his cock and lightly rolled his balls around in your free hand he cursed, “Ssssshit! FUCK?! You Basssstardsss?!”

It was then that he thrusted forward once again, then twice, then on the third thrust he shook lightly as his cock throbbed. Wet pulses of hot white cum flooded out as you both continued to work him through it. The sticky fluid coated your lips and cheeks as you both kept your steady pace before slowing down your greedy tongues. Loosening your grip on his shaft you lazily lapped up the last dredges of the demons orgasm as they panted and caught their breath above you. Two possessive hands reached down to press against the back of your heads, forcing you and Aziraphale to touch noses. Giggling giddily as you shyly looked up to Crowley, you both were quick to let his hands guide you closer. You moaned as Aziraphale’s lips met your own, kissing for more than a few moments before Crowley growled in frustration above you. Tugging lightly at your hair had you both whining into the kiss and when your mouth opened Aziraphale took the opportunity to slip his tongue tentatively inside. Moaning around it you swirled your own tongue along the underside of his, eyes squeezing shut as the tip of the Angels tongue flicked teasingly against the roof of your mouth. Sending sparks of sensation down your spine and causing your hands to clutch eagerly at his upper arms. As the kiss was deepened he moved his hands around your waist and pulled you closer, making sure you were firmly straddling his thigh before he broke away. Crowley smirked approvingly down at the both of you and as you tilted your head to look into his golden eyes Aziraphale began lapping at the cum coating your lips and cheek. Turning back to the task at hand you gripped the back of Aziraphale’s neck and returned the favor. Closing your eyes you let the salty taste wash over your tongue as you did your best to catch every drop.

When you finished Aziraphale’s greedily pulled you even closer, grinding against your own leg as he grabbed tightly at your hips and guided you into doing the same. You moaned wantonly at the firmer treatment, shivering as Crowley’s hands guided you both into another passionate kiss. How you found yourself already so worked up and willing was uncertain. All you knew was you were steadily heating up as those strong hands grabbed hold of your hips hard enough to bruise. You found yourself shocked to learn how good of a kisser Aziraphale was. The Angel had you practically melting in his grasp with every careful press of lips and tongue and soon you felt the thigh between your legs growing wetter. As you leaked down onto his thigh he was leaving a patch of wetness across your own. Soon the smooth glide across even smoother skin wasn’t enough and you both broke the kiss to gasp for air. Whimpering into the others neck as you clutched one another tightly.

It was then that you felt Crowley nudge you both gently with his booted foot. Clearing his throat as he raised a brow down at the two of you he demanded, “Enough! On the bed…Now.”

Hastily untangling yourselves from one another, you and Aziraphale were quick to slip past the demon and onto the bed. Crawling on all fours together you let out a shocked sound at the feeling of two demonic hands grabbing you by the hips to hold you closer to the end of the bed. In a flash you found yourself flipped onto your back and you whined at the display of strength. Crowley smiled down at you as he loomed closer to gently trail both hands up the backs of your thighs to spread your legs. Lifting both knees up to your chest to leave your slick holes exposed to him, he stared past you to purr, “Get over here Angel. I’ve got just the place for you~”

As he shifted to his knees once again, using your thighs as leverage to lift himself up, he clicked his tongue at you. Running one hand up and down your soaked lips teasingly he said, “Look how desperate you are. It’s pathetic!”

You flushed at his whispered words, subtly trying to press harder against his teasing fingers as they ran sensually up and down your sex. You moaned excitedly as he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer. Your ankles naturally sitting atop his lithe shoulders as his hard cock slipped over your aching clit. Rubbing his erection through your slick folds to tease you he looked to Aziraphale and then back to you. Silently commanding him to join once again. You reached over your own head to guide him closer until he was left hovering above your face. He reached to prop a pillow under your head and seconds later he was settling over your chin. You closed your eyes as you experimentally opened your mouth and flicked your tongue out. Whining into the space between his legs as Crowley brought his cock down to tease the very tip against your slick entrance. Squirming in hopes of them taking the hint you doubled your efforts with your tongue. Running it up and down the angels wet slit at an ever increasing pace. Occasionally stopping to flick hastily at the bundle of nerves near the top before probing further down. With your nose buried in the depths of him and your tongue pressed tight against his clit you clawed at the bedspread. In one slow and steady push of his hips Crowley had sheathed himself fully inside you. Stretching you almost to your limit before bottoming out and keeping his cock fully inside. With barely any warning at all his pulled his hips back before slamming them harshly back into you. Setting a fast a brutal pace which had all coherent thought leaving your head. Soon all you could do was moan and whine with your tongue left sticking out for Aziraphale to grind against. Every thrust sent a burst of pleasure to your core, a tight knot twisting with every heated touch until Crowley roughly whispered, “Look how well you’re taking it~”

It was those words that had your back arching and you legs trembling as you practically gushed around the demons cock. Not allowing you a second to rest he bent down to lave his forked tongue over one of your pert nipples as he continued to thrust. Hazily you reached a hand up and pressed your palm to Aziraphale’s sex, letting him hump his way closer to his own climax as you shouted and rode out your own. Each thrust of those sinful hips seemed to drag the feelings out for eternity. Pleasure washing over you in wave after wave until finally you stopped tensing and twitching with it. You went completely limp on the bed, barely able to even listen as Aziraphale whimpered and shook above you. Leaning over you to share a passionate kiss with Crowley as he throbbed and pulsed through his own orgasm.

He slowed his thrusts as you both came down from your highs before pulling all the way out of your slick hole. Aziraphale climbed off you as well and you groggily looked up to them as they shifted positions once again. Aziraphale smiled down at you as he came to rest across your waist, kissing his way up your neck as he arched his back towards Crowley. With a grunt they reached out to grab him and thrust into him in one harsh movement, causing Aziraphale to moan against your neck. Wrapping your legs around his waist you shyly pulled him into another kiss. Blissed out and just enjoying the closeness you let him kiss, lick, and nibble at your lips as Crowley’s thrusts became erratic. The wet slap of skin on skin and your own panting breaths were drowned out by the little whines and breathy moans Aziraphale kept pressing to your lips. In a few moments he tipped his head back and in a desperate tone exclaimed “Ahhh~ Crowley I-I’m Close?!”

Growling you watched as one hand reached forward to lightly wrap around the Angels throat, the other slipping down between his legs to press a finger to his clit. Rubbing back and forth and round and round until Aziraphale screamed and trembled. He was sobbing and moaning with every thrust and a few thrusts later Crowley’s hips jerked. His thrusts stuttered to a halt as his cock pulsed wetly inside his Angel who had gone limp on top of you. As you all panted to catch your breath you though to yourself…

What a lovely way to spend a morning?

#good omens x reader #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale x reader #crowley x reader #top crowley #bottom aziraphale #gn reader #good omens fanfiction

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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 1 year ago

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Glimmering Dreams (Ruggie x GN!Reader)

“So, are you going to tell me where you got these from, or…?”

“Nope!” At the look of your concerned expression, Ruggie let out a giggle. “Alright, alright, if you’re going to pout like that: I got them from a store in town.”

“They look expensive,” you said as you examined the devices. You glanced up at the hyena and raised an eyebrow, “Where’d you get the money for these?”

“Leona,” Ruggie simply replied.

“With his permission, I hope.”

“You think he cares?” His ears flattened against his head at the look you sent his way. ��Hey, hey! I got his permission, alright? Again though, it’s not like he cared - all he cared about was getting that meat sub he wanted.”

You glanced over your shoulder to look at the lion prince, who still laid across his lounge chair a small distance away. The fact he was currently nibbling on that meat sub meant Ruggie was telling the truth. You were sure he wouldn’t lie to you…still didn’t hurt to check though. Satisfied with his explanation, you looked over the long handle that connected to the metal detector Ruggie had lended you. “How do you turn this thing on?”

“Uh…” Ruggie fiddled around with his own for a moment before a red light clicked on at the detector’s base. “Ah, there we go!” He held out his hand to you, “Trade me.”

You switched out your metal detector for his, then watched him turn the other on. “That knob on the handle lets you adjust the sensitivity,” he said. “It’s on a sort of middle ground right now - feel free to turn it up or down whenever you want. Just not too much,” he pointed up at his ears, “don’t want to make me go deaf, do you?”

“Do I?” Ruggie looked unamused at your tease, so you chuckled and backed off. “I won’t, I won’t.”

With that, the two of you went your separate ways. You didn’t stray too far from the other, just in case either of you found something of value. Since Ruggie provided the metal detectors, you planned to split the earnings from any goodies you might find. Would he do the same with his? Probably not, which is why you prayed to whoever might be listening on high that you’d find something. While Crowley did provide funds for you and Grim, any extra would be a blessing. Since, you know, Grim ate you out of house and home on a regular basis.

Just then, your metal detector squeaked. You stopped dead in your tracks and scanned it over the sand below. When it squeaked again on a particular spot, you dropped to your knees. Before you could figure out where to put your metal detector, you heard footsteps approach from behind. “Find something,” Ruggie asked, his sandal clad feet appearing next to you as he spoke.

“I think so.” You handed him your detector before you took out the little shovel that stuck halfway out of your shorts pocket. Carefully you dug into the sand, eyes searching for the metallic object underneath. A small ‘aha!’ left your lips as you came upon the object, which glistened in the sunlight. You plucked it up with your fingers - and were sorely disappointed. It was just a bottle cap to a soda long discarded. “Damn…” you cursed under your breath.

Ruggie let out a small laugh. “Eh, it happens. Not too surprising to find something like that around here, y’know?” His brows furrowed in confusion as you pocketed the small piece of metal along with your shovel. “What’re you taking it for? It isn’t worth anything.”

“I know,” you said as you stood and took back your metal detector, “but I need to throw it away later. I don’t want the beach to get even more polluted.”

Ruggie stared at you for a few seconds, the look in his eyes unreadable - then he snickered with a grin. “Look at you, being a goody two shoes. You’d fit right in with those Royal Sword sissies, shyeheehee~”

You let out a ‘tch’ as you kicked a small bit of sand in his direction. “Shut up. It’s a good thing to do; besides, we’ve got three merman here to worry about. You think they’d like us leaving trash in their home?”

You had a point. Even so, Ruggie only gave a small shrug before he trudged back to where he’d been before. You watched him go for a few seconds before you started back down your own path on the beach.

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Screeeee!

If you were a beastman, your ears would have perked up at the shrill sound. Ruggie must have turned his detector up a notch, a high one - that hurt! You heard Ruggie let out his own grunt of pain; you turned your head just in time to see him drop his metal detector and cover his big ears. It didn’t go far though, since it kept on screaming where it lay. You quickly ran over to it and picked it up, releasing Ruggie from the torture. All beastman around you glared in your direction, some more irritated than others, a few borderline angry. You gave a nervous, apologetic smile and a ‘sorry!’ before you focused back on Ruggie.

“Are you alright?” you asked, hand placed on his shoulder.

“Yeah, ‘m fine.” Ruggie shook his head, then scratched behind his left ear. His face was still in a mild grimace as he continued. “Are my ears bleeding?”

“No,” you chuckled. You couldn’t help but smirk as you remembered his previous warning. “And who was the one who said to not turn it up too high?”

“Shush,” Ruggie grumbled. He patted the sand under his palms, “Where was it again? When it squealed?”

“Um,” you pointed down at the spot in front of him, “there, I think.”

Ruggie took out his small metal trowel and began to dig. As the seconds passed, you wondered if you’d been mistaken, as nothing came up. Then, just as you were about to suggest the spot next to the shallow hole he’d dug, something glinted from beneath the sand. Ruggie’s ears perked up as he eyed the object; like you had before, he delicately lifted it out with his fingers. It was round in shape and looked to be a little rusty. When Ruggie brushed the sand off with his thumb, both your eyes widened at the color: gold!

“Is it real?” you asked, now knelt next to the hyena for a better look.

“Hm…” Ruggie squinted as he brought the coin close to his face, scrutinizing every detail as he flipped it over and over. He then brought the coin to his mouth and bit down on it; sure enough, it didn’t bend. Ruggie’s grin spread wide as his eyes practically sparkled at the confirmation. “Yep, sure is!”

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed. “That’s awesome!” You leaned close to get a better look at the little prize. “It looks old - how old do you think it is?”

“Dunno.” Ruggie tucked the coin into the breast pocket of his open shirt as he stood, with you quickly following. “Maybe a hundred years or so?”

“Wow! It must be worth a lot then!”

“Could be,” Ruggie picked up your metal detectors off the ground and handed you yours, “c’mon, let’s go. I know a guy who’ll pay good madol for something like this.”

You followed after Ruggie as he began to walk back up the beach. For the time being, you turned your metal detectors off. “I hope I find something similar later,” you said. “There’s bound to be more around…hopefully.”

“If not in the sand, they could be underwater,” Ruggie suggested. “I can see if I can get my hands on some goggles and snorkels, if you wanna look close to shore.”

“Really? I’d love to!” You waved to Ace and Deuce as the two of you passed them by. “I think it’d be fun.”

“Yeah.” Your footsteps clumped against the wooden walkway that led away from the beach as you headed back to the resort. “Who knows, maybe after we split this prize, we might find more.”

“Split the prize?” You stopped in your tracks as you looked Ruggie in the eye. “You found it, Ruggie. I thought you’d be taking it for yourself?”

“I usually would,” Ruggie smiled, “but you helped me find it. If you hadn’t pointed out the spot, I could have easily missed it.” He let out a small giggle, “And, I mean, if you hadn’t moved the detector away, I’d probably be deaf right now. You saved my bacon!” He nudged your foot with his, “Splitting the goods will settle my debt.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Ruggie,” you assured. “I know you would have done the same.” Well, you at least hoped he would have.

Ruggie shrugged his shoulders, “Still sharing the cash with you. We’ll split it fifty-fifty.” He shot you a teasing grin as he looked you in the eye. “But don’t get too cocky - might not be so generous next time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, implications be damned. “Fair enough.” You pulled a smirk of your own as the two of you continued your walk. “It goes both ways though. If I find something, I might just keep it to myself~”

“Hey, who got the metal detectors again?” Ruggie teased. “I’ve been oh-so generous to let you use one!~”

You groaned as you whined, “Stooop! You sound like Crowley!”

“Whatever do you mean?” Ruggie mocked the headmage as he impersonated his voice to the best of his ability. “Is he not the Seven’s gift to students? He’s soooo kind!”

“Stop!” You laughed and slapped his arm. “You’re horrible!”

Your banter went on and on and on, all the way to your destination. It turned out the coin you two found was over three hundred years old; it was apparently the old currency once used in the Queendom of Roses. You and Ruggie got quite the payout from a certain octopus that practically fangirled over the small little piece of metal. How to celebrate your little added wealth? Simple: burgers, fries, and milkshakes - the biggest available at the beach!

#Twisted Wonderland: Beach Episode Mini Series #my work #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #gender neutral reader #twst #twst ruggie #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x reader #twst leona #leona kingscholar #twst ace #twst deuce #deuce spade #ace trappola #metal detecting #treasure hunting

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guizika · 11 months ago

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Hey! I'm Guilherme, a Brazilian reader and writer. Well, English is not my first language so there may be some writing errors, but I will try to do my best.

I write for fun, maybe it takes a while because I have some other things to do.

Well, you can just call me Gui, I hope you like it and that's it!

This is a reader x character blog!

Requests: Open

Characters I write for:

MK1 - Bi-Han (Sub-Zero), Johnny Cage, Syzoth and Tomas (Smoke).

JJK - Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Sukuna.

SPN - Castiel, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Jack Kline and Sam Winchester.

Tokyo Revengers - Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Takashi Mitsuya and Shuji Hanma

The Boys - Billy Butcher, Frenchie, Homelander, Hughie Campbell and Kimiko.

TWD - Daryl, Glenn, Negan and Rick.

Scream - Billy Loomis and Stu Matcher.

(More characters and even fandoms may be added over time.)

Request rules:

◎ i will not write incest, pedophilia, homophobia, racism, etc.

◎ i will not write character x character or oc x character.

◎ i will not write things that make me uncomfortable.

◎ I only write for Male, FTM and GN readers.

◎ I will respect requests and will accept those that follow the rules.

Masterlist

More about me

#dom male reader #top male reader #amab reader #ftm reader #mortal kombat x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #the boys x male reader #gn reader #male reader insert #male reader #supernatural #spn x male reader #twd x male reader #anime x male reader

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lovememoreplease · 1 year ago

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I missed you...

vil x male!reader

Part two

☆ sub reader, dom vil, male reader, mention of amab body parts on reader, pet names, creampie, fingering (if i forgot something im sorry)

an/ it was supossed to be longer...

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its been months since you and vil had time for each other. he was busy with his housewarden work and you were busy with work that crowley gave you.

the lack of time spended together and load of work on yours as well vil shoulder made both of you exhausted. you had enough of the distance. one day when it was little bit dark outside you decided to sneak in pomefiore dorm and maybe find your beloved vil. and you succed as first thing you saw when you walked inisde was vil. as your eyes meet he wasnt really happy. "really? sneaking into my dorm?" he asked with sigh as he walked up to you. "sorry, couldnt wait any longer" you replied pulling him into a tigh hug. "gosh… i missed you" you whispered pulling him even closer. vil just smiled softly and hugged you back "missed you too, dear". "youre free now?" you asked with hope that he will say yes. vil stayed quiet for some moment thinkin about answer but eventually agreed "i do have some times, yes" you smiled and pulled him in a kiss whitch he pulled away from "y/n, not in public. i cant let other students just see us kissing in the hallway. you will ruin my make up!" vil said creally not happy with the kiss and possibility of ruining his make up on the eyes of many other students that can pass by. "then can we go to your room?" you asked with sigh. "its late anyway and you would remove it soon anyway" you added. "what i have with you…" he sighed in disaproval but agreed "fine, but please dont stay too long… i dont want my skincare routin to delay." he spoke taking your hand in his and tucking you in his room closing the doors after both of you walked inisde. as fast as the doors closed you pressed vil to the doors of his room and kissed him passionately pressing him more and more into wood of his doors. his hands wrapping around your neck pulling you closer. when both of you are now in private… he can let his makeup get destroyed little bit…

hi leg moved up hooking up on your hip as your hand went down to hold his leg under his keen and lean more into him. "gosh i missed you soo much, my prince" you spoke kissing his neck nibbling on it. "i missed you too, potato" you chuckle "is there really a need to use this nickname in such romantic moment?" you comment while continuing to nibble on vil neck leaving soft bite marks that will soon fade. "oh? you dont like it, dearst?" he asked teasing. "better" you hum and pick him up. he wrapped his legs around your hips. "vil…. gosh i missed you baby" you mumbled kissing his lips squeezing soft moan out of your boyfriend. "I-I missed you, too, darling… It feels like it's been way too long since we've been able to truly be with each other. I'm sorry I've been absent so often…" he replied searching your lips with his own until he found them and pressed them together in another heated kiss.

your bodies pressed against each other as you move both of you to vil bed and lay him on it getting on top of your boyfriend. "its fine…" you reply and start to slowly take off his uniform as he starts to take off yours as well. "i love you, y/n" he said kissing your lips and then your jaw trailing down to your neck and staying here leaving wet kisses. you let out a small moan and chuckle brushing your hand in his hair "i love you so much, vil" you repeat. the amout of love and longing form him in your body makes you crave him more and more.

"You don't have to say it over and over again. I already know, sugar~ I can see it in your eyes, I can hear it in your voice, I can feel it in the way you press close to me…" Vil's fingers continue to gently caress the exposed areas of your body. "I love you too, y/n, with every beat of my heart~ Let's have what we truly want." he chuckle pulling you closer and kissing you once again. his tongue moving into your mouth playing with yours as he moan softly from time to time. your bodies pressed even closer together at the lust and need in both of you get bigger and bigger with every passionate second that is passing.

after long make out session vil push you gently away only to sit on top of your hips rolling his own. "god… what was the last time i you inisde?" he asked reaching out to his night stand taking out a bottle of cherry scented lube and let some of the cold liquid fall on your hard cock. you hiss at the cold feeling but it quickly dissapers because of vil warm hand stroking you to cover the whole thing up in lube. "hmmm, im quiet impatient, baby" vil sigh leaving alone your dick to streach his hole out to get ready to take you inside. soon you can feel your lovers body slowly sinking down on your hard on. you let out a whiny moan as he soon bottomed out. your hands resting on his hips as he slowly starts to roll his hips getting used to the fullnes and in no time start to bounc up and down. "o-oh god, it feels sooo geat" he moan moving his fingers to his hardened nipples and play with the sending even more simulation through his own body making him let out another and another sounds.

"i missed you so much love, so so so much ♥" he slurred out as his hips move up and down over and over again. "mmm~ you feel soo good" he smirk letting go of his nipple so jerk himself off "im close" you whmper out as knot in your stomatch starts to tighten. "me too" he reply clenching his hole around you bringing you even closer soon cumming inisde him. "o-oh god" he whimper shooting his own realise on your abdomen and little bit on the chest. he ride out your and his own orgasm and stop panting. "i needed it" he pant out trying to catch his breath "me too…" you reply pulling him into a hug kissing his cheek.

#vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #vil shoenheit x you #vil smut #gay #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x you #male reader #sub reader #dom character #smut #amab reader

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justwhisperingfantasies · 2 months ago

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I Can't Let You Go Prt 2

Characters: Sam Winchester x Female Reader, Dean Winchester, Castiel. Bobby Singer. Crowley. Death. Lucifer. Adam. Michael. Mention of other SPN characters.

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Angst, Hurt Dean, Sam, Reader, Bobby, and Cas. Guns, Cannon violence. Cannon with a twist. Let me know if I forgot any.

Summary: You have known Sam Winchester most of your life. He was your best friend and you were completely in love with him. The day after he decides to take on Lucifer and put him back in the cage is the day he finally makes himself tell you how he truly feels about you.

Word count: 6,364 words

A/N: I know it's been a while, I had a hard time writing this because I knew where it was headed. Sorry for the wait. Hope ya'll enjoy it. 💗

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You woke in the familiar room alone. You looked around and saw your duffle in the corner. Sam must have brought it up for you. You walked over and opened it. You found a clean pair of jeans and a gray V-neck shirt. Eh, that will work you thought.

“Rise and shine,” Sam said as he walked in the door holding a cup of coffee.

“Mmmm Thank you,” you said then sipped. “Oh, Dean coffee.”

He chuckled as he sat down on the bed. “Actually I made Dean show me how to make the “world’s best coffee”. He playfully mocked you.

You squinted your eyes at him” Watch it, Winchester.”

You closed the door and started changing. Sam let out a whistle and you rolled your eyes. He waited until you got dressed then grabbed you pulling you down to straddle him. You twisted your fingers in his hair as you kissed his lips. His arms wrapped tightly around you as he laid his head on your shoulder. Your arms hugged around his neck.

“So what's on the agenda for today?”

“Well, Dean and Crowley are going to confront death and the rest of us will stop this pharm company.” He explained the virus outbreak and the vaccines.

“And we trust Crowley now?!”

“I don’t think we have a choice. Plus he seems to want Lucifer back in the cage as much as we do.”

. “I guess. So when are we leaving?”

“Tonight.”

“Alright. We should get everything ready.”

“Yeah probably.” he agreed but neither of you let go.

“Sam.”

“Yeah, Yeah,” he sighed as he squeezed you and then loosened his arms. You stood up and bent back down giving him a quick kiss making him smile.

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As you tossed the last bag in your truck Dean shut the Impala trunk. “Alright, well good luck stopping the zombie apocalypse,” he said

“Yeah, Good luck killing death,” Sam replied. You could see the worry in their eyes. Sam chuckled. “Do you remember when we used to just hunt Wendigos? Back when everything was simple?”

“Ha. Not really.” Dean smiled.

“Yeah, well you might need this,” Sam said holding out the demon blade to Dean.

“Actually, Dean is covered,” Crowley said popping out of thin air. Holding out a scythe to Dean. “Deaths own, known to kill demons, angels, reapers, and rumored to kill the very thing itself.

“Where did you get that?” Cas asked

“I'm the king of the crossroads. Remember?” Crowley smiled. “Bobby you just going to sit there?”

“No, I’m gonna river dance?!” Bobby sneered.

“Oh, Bobby. You really wasted that deal. ” everyone looked at Crowley confused. “You get more if you phrase it properly,” he explained how he added a tiny sub-a clause for Bobby. “So, just gonna sit there?”

Bobby moved his feet. Everyone looked at him in disbelief. Then he stands up. “ Son of a bitch!” he remarks. Everyone smiled at him.

“Yes, completely worth your soul. I know I’m a hell of a guy.” Crowley smiled.

“Thanks,” Bobby said truly meaning it.

“Yes, can we go?” Crowley asked walking to the passenger side of the Impala.

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As Bobby drove, Sam sat next to you explaining his plan to Cas.

“That's an interesting plan,” Castiel said after thinking about it for a second.

“That's a word for it.” Bobby scoffed.

“Not the one I would use.” You said. Sam put his hand on your thigh for comfort.

“Go ahead Cas. Tell me it's the worst plan you've ever heard,” he said playfully squeezing your leg.

“Well I could, but that’s not what I think,” Cas said.

“Really?!” you and Sam said at the same time.

“ You and Dean have exceeded my expectations time and time again, he resisted Michael maybe you could beat Lucifer,” Cas explained. “However since Adam said yes, if you say yes, then fail. The fight will happen, and the collateral will be immense.”

You felt Sam’s body stiffen beside you. You grabbed Sam’s hand and placed it in your lap lacing your fingers together.

“And then there’s the demon blood,” Cas said.

“Wait what are you talking about?!” You asked

“ To take on Lucifer, Sam would have to consume more than he ever has. It strengthens the vessel. Keeps it from exploding.” Cas explained.

“But the guy he's in now…” Sam started.

“Is drinking gallons.” Castiel cut him off.

“No fucking way!” you said.

“Yeah. How is this not the worst plan you've ever heard?” Bobby looked at Castiel.

Sam’s jaw tightened and you could see in his face how difficult this was for him. Taking his hand out of yours he placed his face in his palms. “Sam..”

“Let's just get this done and we can all argue when we get back to Bobby’s. Okay?” Sam cut you off in a harsh tone, you turned and looked out your window blinking back tears.

The rest of the ride was complete silence.

You guys finally reached Niveus Pharmaceuticals and staked out the place for a bit. 4 yellow semi trucks were being loaded on a truck dock. While observing Bobby went over the plan. “ they are loading the hot shots now. The first truck doesn't leave for an hour. We get in plant the c-4 then pull the fire alarm.”

“Um, that truck is leaving.” Castiel points.

“Balls! Ok, new plan.”

Cas runs to the escaping truck. As the driver tries to slide his key card to unlock the gate Castiel knocks him out causing his head to land on the horn. The demons on the dock all look up.

“It’s the Winchesters.” one of them said as he started pulling down and locking the doors.

“Well then let’s cook up something for them,” the other demon said ripping into a box of vaccines. You, Sam, and Bobby run to the dock doors, but you are too late.

“Side door!” Bobby yells. As you approach the side door you can hear people inside banging on the door and yelling for help.

“Get Back” you yell and you shoot the lock on the door. The people ran out frightened. The 3 of you walk in guns drawn. You hear grunting and some thumping. You and Sam look to Bobby. He slides the backpack of explosives off his shoulders and Sam does the same. Bobby signals you guys to follow him. You round a corner of shelves to find 6 humans infected with the Croatoan virus ripping a guy to shreds. 6 pairs of red eyes turn to you. You cock your cocks at the same time. You guys manage to take them all out before they reach you.

“HELP ME!!” a woman nearby screams.

“There's still people in here,” Sam says as he starts to walk in the direction of the screams.

“Sam wait,” you said

“Take this and stay here.” He says handing you the demon blade.

“Damnit,” you said as you took the blade. Sam continues into the warehouse aiming his shotgun.

Bobby turns to face you. “(y/n) behind you.”

You turn around and there’s a demon. You stab him in his side with the blade killing him.

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“Hey, do you think we can stop for pizza?” Crowley asked Dean as they walked up to an abandoned building.

“Are you kidding?!”

“Just heard it was good.” He pointed at the barn ahead. “He’s in there.”

“How do you know?”

“Have you met me? I know. Plus the block is squirming with reapers.” Crowley said as he looked around. “I’ll be right back.” and Crowley disappeared.

Two seconds later he reappeared. “Boy, is my face red. He's not in there.”

“You wana cut the bullshit and tell me where he is?” Dean snapped

“Sorry, I'm not sure. We can catch him in the next doomed city.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Bobby sold his soul for this?”

“Don't worry there’s a return policy.” Crowley ensured him.

“Millions crowley! Millions of people are going to die any minute now.” Dean yelled.

“Yeah, so I suggest we get out of here!” Crowley said as he walked away.

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Back at the pharm warehouse, you started to get anxious. You began to walk in the direction Sam went.

“(y/n) He will be fine. “

“Bobby,” you were cut off by the sounds of gunshots. You took off in his direction, but stopped when you saw Sam bringing victims around the corner,

“Help them,” Sam said to you. You drew your gun and escorted them to the door.

“All clear” Sam concluded.

You looked to the left and saw an infected worker charging for Sam. “Sam watch out!” but you were too late. You started running toward them. The worker jumped on Sam causing him to fall on his back. The worker was on top of Sam choking him full force. Bobby raised his gun, but it was empty. You slid and put the end of your sawed-off shotgun barrel on the worker's forehead and pulled the trigger. Blood went everywhere. Sam started gasping for air. You laid your arms and head down with a sigh.

“You good?” you asked Sam.

“Yeah, “ He got out once he caught his breath.

“Good, Can we commit our act of domestic terrorism now?” Bobby asked starting to walk toward the backpacks you laid down earlier.

Sam got up and put his hand out offering to help you up. You took it, and you were on your feet so fast it made your head spin a little. “Let's go,” he said.

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Dean made his way back to the Impala. Crowley was already sitting in the passenger seat. Dean got in the driver's seat. “So what?” he said with a groan. “ Bomb threats? How the hell do I get 3 million people out of Chicago in the next 10 minutes?” He looked over to Crowley for advice, but he was gone. Dean looked around. “Fuck!” Dean snapped then looked across the street. Crowley was pointing in a pizzeria mouthing “I found him”

“What? I can't hear you.” Dean said aloud and threw up his hands.

“I said I found him,” Crowley said as he popped back into the passenger seat making Dean jump. “ He is in there.” Crowley pointed again.

Dean got out. “You coming..” he said as he turned around, Crowley was gone again, “ I guess not.” He made his way over to the pizzeria. Cautiously and Quietly Dean walked through the front door. There was a waitress behind the bar sitting on the floor, dead. Two men sitting at a table both of their faces in a half-eaten pizza, dead. A younger waitress lying on the floor in the middle of the room, dead. Dean shook his head but kept going. He entered the next room. More Dead bodies sprawled out on the floor. He looked up to a man sitting at a table looking out the window. Sythe in hand Dean crept toward the man. The sythe got hotter the closer he got. As he dropped it on the floor he could feel the blister from the burn forming. There was a loud clanking sound as it hit the ground.

“Thanks for returning that,” the man said. Dean looked up at him. The man just stared out the window, Dean looked back down to find the Sythe had disappeared, “Join me, Dean.” Dean looked back up at the man. It was now sitting on the table beside the man’s plate. “The pizza is delicious!” Dean still cautious walked over.

The man was cutting up a piece of pizza. Not looking up from his plate “ Sit down. I think we need to have a chat.”

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Somehow you got Bobby to let you drive back to his house. It was nice having to focus on the road rather than all the apocalypse shit that was going on. It was still too quiet though. You turned the radio on and popped in a mixed CD. Johnny Cash started playing. You turned the volume up a little. You peeked in the backseat to see if you woke Bobby or Cas.

“I fell into a burning ring of fire. I went down. Down. Down. And the flames went higher.

You looked over at Sam. He was looking at you with wide eyes. “ Oh my god. I’m sorry, I didn't even think about it when it started playing. “ your cheeks got hot.

“ I was wondering how long it was gonna take.” he chuckled.

As you hit the next button on the CD player you hit a bump causing your finger to hit the button a couple of times. Highway to hell by AC/DC started playing. “Shit!” you quickly turned the radio off. “We don't need music.”

Sam chuckled and it made you smile. “But you hate driving without music.” He turned the radio back on and skipped the song. Changes By Tupac started playing and your head started bobbing. He hit the skip button again.

“Hey,” you said

Misunderstanding by Genesis started to play. “ You know your music taste is baffling,” he said smiling.

“Not baffling. It’s diverse.”

He chuckled. “ Whatever you say, princess.” you smiled.

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“He just gave it to you?!” you yelled from under your truck as you put the oil drain plug back in its hole. You slid out from under the truck and stood up, wiping the oil off your hands with a rag. You walked over to the table Dean was sitting at. All 4 rings were lying in front of him.

Dean held a beer out for you. “ With one condition,” he said. You took the beer and opened it. He took a drink of his.

“ Well spit it out.” you took a drink.

“ Sam says yes and puts Lucifer back in the cage.”

“Oh. Of course.”

You guys turned as you heard something slide across the floor by the garage door.

“Bobby,” Dean said. “How’d it go at the Rockette’s audition?”

Bobby laughed. “Kicks were too low. Maybe next year.” You and Dean smiled. “I've been just walking up and down the stairs for no damn reason. I’m kinda sore.” he laughed and sat across the table from Dean.

“Watch this,” Dean said as he put the rings in a particular order. 1 in the middle the other 3 circled it. He slid the one closest to him up toward the 1 in the middle and the other 2 rings moved automatically toward the center.

“So, Death told you how to operate them? The whole deal?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah. It’s freaking crazy.” Dean took a drink “ I have a bigger problem now though.”

“Like?” Bobby asked. You walked back over to your truck and started pouring oil into it.

“What do you think would happen if someone lied To Death's face?”

“Probably nothing good. What did you tell him?”

“That I wouldn't stand in the way of Sam jumping in the pit.”

“So Death thinks Sam should say yes?”

“He said Sam was the only human that stood a chance against Lucifer.”

“Well you didn't tell me that part,” you said as you threw the empty oil jug in the trash can and walked back over to the table.

“Of course, he would say that. He works for Lucifer.”

“Against his Will.” You shot back

“Well, we should probably take his word with a big fat grain of fucking salt. I mean he is Death.”

“Exactly he is death.” You said

“Think of the bird's eye view” Bobby chimed in and you nodded.

“Seriously?” Dean was getting irritated,

“I'm just sayin,” Bobby said holding up his hand.

“Well don’t!”

“Look. I know Sam has some flaws, but…” Bobby paused,

“But?” Dean asked.

“Back at Niveus. I watched that kid pull one civilian out after another, He must have saved over 10 people. With the help of (y/n),” Bobby nodded at you. “ He never stopped, never slowed down. We’re hard on him, Dean. We always have been. Meanwhile, He’s been saving people since he was what 12?”

“Pretty much yea,” Dean confirmed.

“Sam has a darkness in him, yes. But he’s got a hell of a lot of good too.”

“I know that!”

“Then you know Sam will beat the devil or die trying.” Bobby looked at you and then back at Dean. “ And that's the best we can ask for. So I gotta ask you two. What exactly are you guys afraid of? Losing? Or losing Sam?”

You walked out of the garage and looked up to find Sam sitting on the hood of the Impala. You started walking toward him. You knew everything Bobby said was true. You knew there was no going back or trying to talk Sam out of this. It was going to happen. All you could do was enjoy the time you had left.

“Heeeeyy, You come here often big boy?” you said in a cheesy voice.

He smiled. “Only when you're here hot stuff.” you smiled “Want a beer?” you shook your head.

You took a deep breath. “Look I know I've been a pain in the ass about the whole Lucifer, Cage thing and I’m sorry. I know how hard this has been on you. My attitude and fighting haven't made it any better.”

“I get it. Trust me” He sighed “I let him out (y/n). All the shit that's happened, it’s on me. I have to make this right and put him back in the cage before more people die.”

“Ok.”

“OK?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah. I understand and I’m not gonna fight it anymore. Even though I fucking hate it with every ounce of my soul.”

“I know. I really am sorry I probably shouldn’t have called and let this all happen. I feel like I led you on in a way.”

“Well, you didn’t and I’m glad you called. I would of rather it have gone like this than never knowing how you felt,” you confessed.

He grabbed you and pulled you over to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck. He rested his forehead against yours.

“(y/n) can you promise me something?” he whispered.

“Maybe.”

“If I do this. If I win and jump into the cage..” He paused “You and Dean can't try to bring me back.”

“Excuse me?”

“Seriously Babe. What if you start rattling the cage and you let him out again?”

“Sam, I can't just let you rot in a cage with the devil for eternity.”

“You can’t risk it.” your jaw tightened. Damn it, He was right.

“Please?”

“Fine.”

You heard Dean clear his throat behind you” Get a room.”

Sam laughed.

“Heya (y/n) can I get a minute with Sam?”

“Yep.” you gave Sam a peck on the cheek then bent down grabbed a beer and walked away.

“Hey!” both Winchesters said at the same time. You looked back and stuck your tongue out at them.

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You pulled up to the abandoned warehouse and saw Bobby standing at the back of his van looking at newspapers. You parked your truck and walked over to him.

“Hey kiddo, How you holdin' up?”

“Bout the same. Anything good?”

“Couple things that stood out.” you both turned as you heard the warehouse doors open. Your stomach went queasy when you saw Sam and Castiel holding gallon jugs of blood. Sam’s eyes met yours and he hesitated at the steps. Dean walked up behind him. Sam lowered his head and continued to the Impala. You looked back at the papers Bobby was holding. Dean walked over to you and Bobby.

“Bobby I just can’t get used to you at eye level.” Bobby gave him a smirk. “(y/n) how ya doin' sweetheart?”

“Just peachy,” you said in a sarcastic tone.

Dean sighed, “Yeah. You don’t have…”

“Save it, Dean. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.”

He nodded and then looked at Bobby. “Well, Yoda you were right. 2 stunt demons in there just like you said.”

“Did you get it?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah. All the go juice Sammy can drink. “Dean replied. Your stomach turned again.

“You ok?” you asked Dean.

“Not really. Did you guys find anything?”

“Do these look like omens to you?” Bobby handed Dean the papers as he read the headlines out loud. “Cyclone in Florida, Temperature drop in Detriot, Wildfires in L.A…”

“Wait, Detriot?” you asked as Dean and you looked at each other and then back at Bobby.

Bobby’s eyebrows furrowed. “ the temps dropped about 20 degrees, but only in a 5-block radius of downtown Motown.”

“That's the one.” Dean tossed the newspapers in the back of Bobby’s van. “He’s in Detriot.”

“You sure?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah. He’s sure.” you chimed in. You looked over at Sam. The sadness on his face made your stomach twist. You looked back at Bobby. “Van or truck?”

“You think your truck will be okay here?”

“Should be. If not I know a guy that has a scrap yard. I’ll just fix another one up.” They both smiled. “ I just gotta grab my stuff.” and turned to walk back to your truck.

You opened the back seat and leaned in to grab your duffle. You felt Sam behind you. “ you know you shouldn’t sneak up on a hunter.” he stayed silent. “Sammy, you ok?” you asked as you turned around and your heart broke. He stood there with his hands in his jacket pockets. Lips drawn in a tight line. His eyebrows pulled up and together. His eyes were so full tears were almost spilling out. You wrapped your arms around him as tight as you could. His arms wrapped around your shoulders.

“ you sure about this?” you asked.

“Yes. I have to.”

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The ride with Bobby was silent. Neither of you wanted to talk about what happened next.

Both cars parked in an alley across the street from a building in the middle of the temperature-dropped zone. You and Bobby found Lucifer’s hiding place. A dingy dirt dirt-covered white two-story house.

“We found it. At least 2 dozen demons on guard.” he pointed in the direction. “ Our guess is he’s in there.

“Alright then, (y/n) Give me a hand would ya?” Dean said as he nodded to the back of the Impala. You followed Dean. He popped the trunk. Your stomach twisted again at the sight of the jugs.

“So on the way here, Sam made me promise something. “ Dean confessed so low you could barely hear him.

“I know he made me promise too.”

“So you’re getting out?” He asked surprised.

“ Uh no. I never agreed to that. I just promised I wouldn’t rattle the cage.”

“Hmm, He told me to go find Lisa and settle down. Live an apple-pie life.”

Dean was looking over the lifted drunk. He looked down blinking back tears. You peeked around Bobby and Sam were hugging. You felt a sting in your chest. You were not ready for this.

“Dean, you deserve to be happy. If Lisa and Ben are that for you then you should go. No one is going to judge you for getting out. And if they do fuck ‘em!”

He smiled. “Thank you. And what about you?”

Sam walked over to Castiel with his hand out.

“I don’t know,” you said blinking back tears. Happiness for you was out of the question and you knew it. Dean rubbed your shoulder.

Sam looked over at you and started walking towards you. Dean patted your shoulder and then walked away.

“Hey there hot stuff, you come here often?” He said as he approached you.

You smiled “Only when you’re here, Big boy.” You said with tears sliding down your cheeks.

He grabbed you and pulled you into his arms. Your arm wrapped around him as you laid your head against his head. You could feel his heart pounding. You inhaled his vanilla and cedar scent for the last time. He lifted your chin with his fingers and wiped away your tears. He brought his lips to your ear. “I love you, always have, always will.” He whispered. And then his lips were on yours, the kiss was quick and sweet, but you could feel through his soft lips meant every word.

“I love you too Sam.”

He squeezed you one last time. “Do you mind not watching this, (y/n)?” He said as he loosened his hold and put his hands on your cheeks. You nodded as a few tears ran down your cheeks. Sam wiped them away and kissed your forehead. You turned and started walking over to where everyone else was. You wiped your eyes trying to stop crying.

“You okay?” Dean Asked.

“No. you?”

“No.”

No one could say or do anything to make you feel better, the four of you just stood there in silence. Sam slammed the trunk when he finished. He was all jacked up. “Let’s go!” The blood smeared on his lips brought your nausea back. You started to walk with Sam and Dean, all four men yelled “NO!” and Castiel grabbed your arm.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Please?” Sam pleaded.

You nod and watch him walk away. Castiel wrapped his arm around you and you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Alright we’re here, you sons of bitches, come get it.” you heard Sam yell when they got to the sidewalk. Two demons walked out the door and grabbed the boys shoving them through the door. You started to take a step.

“(y/n)” Castiel said. Tightening his arm. You didn’t fight him.

After the longest 3 minutes of your life, you see a flash of bright light explode out of the second-story windows. Then all of a sudden the wind kicked up and you knew Dean had opened the cage.

The wind stopped within 10 seconds. Was he gone? Like really gone? There was no breakdown into tears, no giant hole feeling in your chest like you thought there would be. Sure you were sad and you knew something had changed, but he didn't feel gone.

A couple of minutes later Dean came walking out of the house. He kept his head down until he made it to your side of the street. When he looked you in the eyes you saw the extra wetness in his.

“Well?” Bobby asked when Dean reached you guys.

Dean explained everything that happened. How Lucifer had already known about the rings, How Sam and Lucifer had a battle in Sam’s head, How Lucifer had taken over his body, took the rings, and disappeared. “ I tried to talk him out of it in the last few seconds.”

“Dean.” you tried to tell him it wasn't his fault.

“I know” He cut you off. Just then you heard a big commotion coming from down the street you four all looked at each other and headed in that direction. There was an electronic store with T.V.s in the front window. The banner across the bottom of them said breaking news.

Reporter: Reports are flooding in a 7.6 earthquake in Portland, 8.1 in Boston, and more in Hong Kong, Berlin, And Tehran. The U.S.G.S. has no explanation but says to expect a six-figure death toll.

“It’s starting,” Castiel said.

“You think Genuis?” Dean said sarcastically

“Dean, you don't have to be an ass.” You chimed in.

“Sorry,” he said to Cas. “So what do we do now?”

“I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol and wait for the inevitable blast wave.”

“Well, thank you, Bukowski..”

“Dean stop.” You were over his attitude. “How do we stop it Cas?”

“We can’t…” Castiel said with a grim look on his face. “Lucifer will meet Michael on the chosen field. And the battle of Armageddon will begin.”

“Ok, Where’s this chosen field?” Dean asked in a nicer tone.

“I don’t know”

“There’s gotta be something we can do,” Dean argued.

“I’m sorry, Dean, It's over,” Castiel said with glossy eyes.

“Castiel, We are not giving up!” Bobby walked up beside Dean.”Right, Bobby?” Bobby stood there in a daze. “Bobby?” Dean raised his voice a little.

“There wasn’t much hope to begin with,” Bobby said shaking his head. “ I don’t know what else to do.”

“Fucking ridiculous” Dean growled and started walking back to the car. The rest of you followed him.

“Hey Cas, Do you mind riding back with Bobby? I need to talk to Dean,” you asked when you got back to the alley.

“Sure,” he said and walked over to Bobby’s van.”

“ So what do you need to talk about?” Dean asked when after you guys got in.

“Do you still have Chuck’s number?”

Dean’s face lit up as he smiled. “ I knew you wouldn’t give up.” He pulled out his phone and searched in his contacts. He hit the green button and put the phone up to his ear.

“Um, no, Chuck?” “Who’s Mistress Magda?” “Yeah, I’ll bet real close. What happened to Becky?” “Boy, you got a whole virgin/hooker thing going on don’t you?” Oh come on Dean you thought. “Sam said yes.” “Did you see where the fight is going down?” Dean rolled his eyes and sighed, “Fuck.” “Stull Cemtary, wait I know that, It's right outside of Lawrence. Why Lawrence?” “Alright, Do you know of any way to short-circuit this thing?” “Did you see what going to happen next?” “Alright, thanks, Chuck.” He hit the red button.

“Tomorrow. Noon. You feel like a road trip to Kanas?”

“I'm in. Let me grab my guns.” you went to Bobby’s van to grab your things. You made it back over to the Impala before Bobby and Cas stopped you and Dean.

“You two going someplace?” Bobby yelled as he walked over. “ ya’ll are gonna do somethin’ stupid huh?”

“We are going to talk to Sam.”

“You just don’t give up.” Bobby looked at Dean then you.

“Bobby, It’s Sam.” You said.

“ If you couldn’t reach him here,” Castiel chimed in “you're certainly not gonna be able to on the battlefield.”

“Maybe not, But she might be able to. She and I together might do it. And if we have already lost, we don’t have anything to lose right?”

“I just want both of you to understand. All you are going to see out there is Michael killing Sam.”

“Well then, we aren’t going to let him die alone,” Dean said as he looked at you. You nodded in agreement. You both got in the car and drove off.

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Dean stopped the car right outside the entrance to the old run-down graveyard. You could see Sam and Adam talking ahead in the distance.

“You ready?” Dean said pushing a tape in the cassette player.

“As I’ll ever be.”

He revved the engine a few times, hit play on the radio, and turned the volume up.

Gunter, Gliben, Glaunchen, Globen come through the speakers as he drives down to his brothers. You and Dean get out of the car.

“Howdy boys, are we interrupting something?” He says as he closes the door. He motions for you to stay back and he walks closer to Sam. “We need to talk.”

“Dean, even for you this is a whole new level of stupid,” Lucifer said

“I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to Sam.” “You’re no longer the vessel Dean, you got no right to be here.” Adam cut in

“Adam. If you're in there somewhere I am so sorry.”

“Adam isn’t here right now.”

“Well, then you’re next on my list buttercup. Right now I want 5 minutes with him.”

“You little maggot, you are no longer part of this story,” Adam said approaching Dean. You started walking in their direction.

“Hey ass-but.” you heard Castiel. You looked up to see him and Bobby stand there. Just then Castiel threw a bottle at Adam. Adam caught on fire letting out an eye-piercing scream then vanished.

“Ass-butt?” Dean asked Cas.

“He’ll be back and angry, but you got your 5 minutes.”

“Castiel,” Sam said. “Did you just molotov my brother with holy fire?”

Cas raised his hands backing away “Uh no.”

“No one dicks with Michael, but me!” He snapped his fingers and Castiel exploded spraying pink mist all over Bobby.

“NO!” you yelled. And Lucifer spun in your direction.

“Sammy, can you hear me?” Dean asked.

Lucifer turned to him. “You know, I've tried to be nice.”He walked up to Dean. “For Sammy’s sake, but you are such a pain.” he grabbed Dean by the opening of his jacket. “In my ass.” Lucifer threw Dean into the windshield of the Impala and started back at him. You and Bobby both pulled your guns out and shot at the same time. Lucifer looked at you then turned halfway to Bobby. He looked back at you. He raised both hands and twisted them. Breaking yours and Bobby’s neck at the same time. Dean looked back and forth between you two as your lifeless bodies dropped to the ground.

“NOOO!!” Dean yelled.

“Yes,” Lucifer said grabbing Dean’s ankle and pulling him off the Impala. Punching Dean so hard he busted his lip open. Dean fell onto the Impala. He stood back up, spitting the blood out of his mouth.

“Sammy, are you in there?”

“Oh, he’s in here alright,” Lucifer said taking another swing at Dean’s face. He fell back down onto the Impala.” and he’s gonna feel me snap all of your bones.” Lucifer landed another punch. This time knocking Dean to the ground. “Every single one.” Lucifer picked Dean up and propped him up against the Impala. Punch, punch, punch punch. After about 12 blows Lucifer stopped. Dean’s face was swollen and bloody.

“Sammy. It’s ok. I'm here.” Dean managed to say. “I'm not going to leave you.” Lucifer punched again. And again. And again. “I'm not gonna leave you.” Dean's voice was muffled from all the swelling and a couple of busted teeth.

As Lucifer drew his fist back the glare of the window caught his eye. Sam was fighting hard. And then looked down at the army man stuck in the back ashtray. This is what Sammy needed to fuel his fight. He thought of all the good memories he and his brother shared in this car. Shoving the army man in the ashtray while Dean shoved legos in the front vent, carving their initials by the speaker in the rear dash. He thought about all the pranks and road trip sing a longs they had. The time he scared the grab out of Dean who was sleeping in the passenger seat. Dean making him dinner when they were kids. Dean sacrificing his life for Sam’s. He lowered his fist and let go of Dean. Dean fell to the ground. One eye was swollen shut and a broken swollen jaw, and his face was covered in blood. He was almost unrecognizable.

“It’s ok, Dean.” Sam had taken over his body. “It's gonna be ok. I've got him.” he reached into his pocket, grabbed the rings, and tossed them on the ground. “ Bvtmon, Tabges, Babalon.” The ground rumbled and a sinkhole opened. The wind started whipping and the thunder roared loud.

“Sam, It can’t end this way. I have to fight my brother. You need to step back.” Adam was back.

“You're gonna have to make me,” Sam yelled He took one last look at Dean, put his arms out, and started to fall. Adam rushed over and grabbed him. But it was too late. They both fell into the pit. With a big flash, the pit closed. The rings lay on the ground where Sam had tossed them. Dean crawled over and just held them. As he started weeping he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and there stood Castiel.

“Cas, you’re alive?”

“I'm better than that.” He touched Dean’s forehead and healed him.

“Cas, Are you god?” Deam asked getting to his feet.

“That's a nice compliment.” Castiel smiled. “But no. although I believe he did bring me back, New and improved.” He walked over to Bobby and touched his temple. Bobby came back to life. Bobby sat up and Cas nodded at him. He looked back at Dean, who was pointing at you. “I know.” Dean got up and followed Cas over to your body. Castiel bent down and put his fingers on your temple.

You woke. You sat up and looked around. Sam was gone, really gone. Your heartbeat started to race, your hands began to shake, and You started panting for air as your chest tightened. Dean plopped down beside you pulling you into a bear hug.

“Shhh. Deep Breath (y/n).” Dean said in a calming voice. But the tears were coming and you couldn't stop them. You started bawling into Dean’s Chest.

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You were sort of relieved when you got back to your truck. The whole ride here with Dean had been silent. You grabbed your stuff out of his backseat and threw it in yours. Dean and Bobby were standing by the tailgate.

“Well..” Dean said.

“That’s a deep subject,” Bobby remarked. You shook your head and smiled. “What’s next for you (y/n)?” Dean asked you.

“Not sure,”

“What about you?” Bobby asked Dean.

“I made a promise,” Dean said walking over to hug you. “If you need anything, and I mean anything.”

“I know Dean,” you said as you hugged him back.

He walked over to Bobby. “You have my number too,” Dean said as he hugged Bobby. “ Keep her outta trouble, will ya?”

“I do.” Bobby smiled. “I can try, but I'm only one man.” Dean chuckled. Bobby looked at you. “You coming back to the house?”

“Eventually.” you needed some space right now.

“Just be careful,” Bobby said as he hugged you.

“Always.” you squeezed back.

Everyone walked to the driver doors of their vehicles. You waved at them then hopped in your truck.

The three of you drove off in different directions.

#sam fanfic #supernatural sam winchester #supernatural sam #spn reader insert #supernatural #spn #fluff and angst #sam and dean #samwinchester #sam winchester #spn fanfic #spnfandom #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x you #spn swan song

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1000roughdrafts · 10 months ago

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Supporting Characters x Reader Master List

Lots of stuff in here - Gabriel x Reader, John Winchester x Reader, Rowena x Reader, Charlie x Reader, Donna x Reader, Crowley x Reader, and more (general/no pairings)

Remember that there are some 18+ explicit works, so please heed all warnings!

Gabriel X Reader

💘Coffee Shop ~ fluff, Gabriel is very much alive and just full of surprises, isn’t he?

John Winchester x Reader

Mini Series xx

💚Stop Asking Me To Come Back ~ flangst, kissing; Y/N and John have always had a cat and mouse chase type of relationship, where one runs and the other chases, and vice versa, but typically fall into a Dom/Sub type of relationship. John is tired of the games and when Y/N realizes she wants something more she’s too little too late.

💚Stop Asking Me To Come Back (2) ~ 18+, smut

Wayward Women x Reader

Charlie x Reader

💖Confessions ~ one shot, flangst, heavy topics; You were best friends with Charlie since elementary school. One day, she just vanished. During the years you spent without her, you went down a dark path that brought you onto a road of addiction. Now she has returned to spend a day with you and talk about all the years that have passed without each other.

Rowena x Reader

💖What Happens During Research ~ fluff; no plot, just silliness

💖 You Look Yummy ~ 18+ 100% smut literally nothing but sex

Donna X Reader

💖Don’t Leave Me, Not Again ~ flangst; When a hunt in Minnesota goes awry and the Winchester’s go silent, you ask your ex-girlfriend, Donna, for help

Crowley x Reader

One Shots xx Both 18+ / Explicit

Hush - unprotected vaginal penetration, oral sex (female receiving), BDSM, this isnt ddlg but it kinda has that vibe, a bit of an OOC Crowley,

A Night With The King - Request from Anon: Can I have Crowley flirting with a v nervous and quiet reader? Maybe w a splash of Dean jealousy because he’s been pining after her forever?

General:Supernatual x Reader (no pairings)

💛Cop Car ~ (Dean, Sam, Reader) Drabble; reader stole a cop car and Dean wants to drive it.

💛Saving Dean ~(Dean, Reader, Sam) imagine

💛Live and Let Die ~(Sam, Dean, LittleSister!Reader) angstish,fluff; After years of arguing with your older brothers, they finally let you go out and hunt on your own, but it was nothing like what you expected. After killing your first demon, you call them up for some comfort.

💛Cherry Pie ~ Drabble; Dean loves pie, what else can I say?

💛It’s Time to Let Me Go ~ angst; Raphael has started a war with only one request to end it all: you. Are Sam and Dean willing to let you go to save the world?

💛Hi Dad ~ Drabble; based off of this prompt - “She stared at him, holding her favorite teddy bear in one hand and his pistol in the other. “Hi dad,” she whispered.

💛Little Tree Part One | Part Two ~ Being a sheriff in a small town, you were surprised when a body was found, making it the first murder in over 50 years. The alarm bells really went off when the FBI showed up as quick as they did. Despite your initial thoughts, you were lucky that they had. (completed)

💛 Coming Out - Request from @the-nb-florist "I was wondering if you could make a brotherly sam and dean where the reader comes out as Non Binary? The Reader is like Fem but they identify more with mass stuff. I just want supper fluff and sweet. Thank you so much!!"

#supernatural fan fiction #sam winchester #dean winchester #gabriel x reader #crowley x reader smut #john winchester #john winchester x reader #fluff #angst #charlie x reader supernatural #rowena x reader #donna x reader supernatural #wlw #supernatural fandom #spn #supernatural #supernatural fan fic #fanfic

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siren-serenity · 2 years ago

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his gracious emotional support

in which dire crowley realizes that his lover is overworking themself to no avail, but all he can do is provide emotional support. because when you're in the grind, you're so stubborn that not even the Great Sevens can persuade you otherwise.

characters: dire crowley, reader warnings: - reader is the appropriate age!! this is not a student x teacher relationship - its safe to assume that you're the dom in the relationship (let's be honest, crowley gives off sub vibes/bratty sub vibes. he's too irresponsible to be a dom) a/n: - feedback is appreciated!

"Darling," Dire Crowley popped his head in, his golden eyes shining with worry for his lover. He dons his signature flamboyant outfit and the raven-black feathers made ruffling noises as he strides into your room You mutter out something inaudible before continuing to sign the paperwork; your quill scratches fill the silence while the smell of coffee hangs heavily in the air. Your room is nothing but a cluttered mess of papers, ink, and coffee cups. "Please get some rest!" You sighed and stood up, cracking your stiff joints with such loud popping noises that made dire flinch and sigh at the lack of self-care towards yourself. He marched forward before slamming his hand on your desk. "My dear, you need to rest!"

Dire snakes himself around your chair before taking off his feathered cape, leaving him in his suit. He plucks off the golden crow mask from his face and removes his extravagant hat, leaving him vulnerable to your eyes. His face contorts in worry as he hugs you from the back, burying his face in the crook of your collarbone.

He takes in a deep inhale, almost suffocating with the smell of coffee that leeches onto you. Normally, he could never get enough of your scent that brought him so much comfort and warmth, but now it seems that Dire desperately wants you to go shower in the sweet lavender body soap. Anything to get rid of the heavy bitter smell. You exhaled deeply before staring at him with tired eyes, running a hand through his deep emerald locks. Dire made a satisfied noise as he nuzzles himself into you.

"No."

He is adamant though. Dire spills your chair around before straddling your waist, hands against your chest before snaking upwards and wrapping around your neck. He smirks charmingly before pressing a kiss onto your neck, moving upwards with little nips as you let out a small moan. You wrap your arms around his thighs before squeezing them in a warning. Dire looks at you again with a plea to rest shining in his eyes.

"Please? For me?"

You sigh but shook your head. Gently, you run a hand through his hair before explaining in a gentle tone.

"Birdie, there is so much paperwork for me to do as headmistress. I have to approve many documents, sign many agreements, the list goes on. So go without me, okay?" You gave him a tired smile. Dire pouted before sighing and marching out. You shook your head before picking up your quill and continuing to sign your paperwork in the lonely silence. However, it was to be interrupted by loud noises afterward. You could only watch as Dire floated in numerous stuffed toys and pillows of all shapes and sizes. Raising an eyebrow, you watched as your darling made himself a little nest on your office couch before snuggling into the warm nest and grabbing a book. He noticed your stare and shrugged. "I'm not even going to try to persuade you. You're too stubborn. But," Dire gave you a sweet smile. "I'll stay for emotional support! Isn't it gracious and generous of me to do so?" You blew him a kiss before resting your face in your palm. A lovesick smile crawled onto your face.

"I must have done something extraordinary in order to deserve you, love," You murmured under your breath before chuckling as Dire's normally pale face was taken over by a cute maroon blush.

#dire crowley #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst crowley #dire crowley x reader #twst fluff #twst x reader

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aliahm · 2 years ago

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“Careful what you say, and who you say it to”

Crowley x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Crowley’s had enough of your acid-tongued, disrespectful attitude, so he decides to remind you that there are consequences when you make him angry.

Warnings: Spanking (using a belt), arguing, crying, punishment, Dom Crowley, Bratty Sub Reader, mentions of pain, marks, and a reference to gags at the very end (If there’s anything I left out, let me know).

Note: This story contains BDSM themes, such as Dom/Sub interactions, punishment, and a brief depiction of aftercare (aftercare is an absolute must). However, there are many details and practices which are necessary for real-life, consensual, safe BDSM play (safewords, negotiation, etc), which have not been described here.

Both of the moodboards used for this story were made by me, and credit for all of the lovely images, gifs, and dividers used for them and for the rest of this post go to each of the individual creators and owners, thank you all. The title is a lyric from “Asking for It” by Shinedown, cause I just really love that song, so why not?

Crowley’s sharp features were twisted into an angry grimace, as he spat his next words venomously:

“You little-“

“What?” You laughed “What am I? Other than the cause of your bruised ego?”

In the blink of an eye he had stood up, and yanked you by your wrist from your spot on the edge of his desk. Now you were trapped between his body and the cold, heavy marble table.

Talk about a rock and a hard place.

“Watch your mouth.” He seethed, his inhuman eyes flashing dangerously.

“Why should I?” You scoffed, “It’s not my fault that the truth is what strikes a nerve for you”.

He pulled you forward, so close that his nose was brushing against yours.

“What’s about to happen-“ he growled, “-is your fault”.

He pinned your arm behind your back, and all but shoved you body down, so you were bent over the tabletop. You flinched as you suddenly heard the clinking of metal, as he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt. He leaned down and grabbed your chin, turning your head to face him.

“Scared?”

You scowled up at him. “Bite me”.

Just like that his lips crashed into yours, and his fangs sank into your lower lip. You whimpered from the sudden shock, pleasure and pain, and he hummed in amusement, before slipping his forked tongue into your mouth.

Who-knows how-long went by before he pulled back, and when he did you were panting heavily, practically gasping for air. Still you smiled at him.

“Is this what’s supposed to scare me?” You breathed, suddenly aware of his hand drifting up the outside of your thigh.

“No, love”. The smirk on his lips was practically dripping from his words as he spoke.

With that he stood up at his full height once again, and with movements so quick they barely registered in your mind, he pulled your jeans off and kicked them aside, leaving you in your underwear.

Of course you couldn’t see him finally pull his belt off. You only realized when you felt the harsh impact of the leather strip against your body.

You gasped involuntarily at the sudden sting. “Wh-“

Just as you tried to catch your breath, he struck you a second time, harder, and you screamed, frantically gripping the edge of the desk.

“Quiet.” He snapped.

When he spoke again, his voice was calmer, but you knew him. You knew that voice he used when he was making someone pay, and now you were on the receiving end of it.

“Time and time again, I tell you.”

Another strike,

“Don’t push me.”

and another,

“Don’t look for a fight,”

He wasn’t holding back in the slightest, and you were fighting back tears by this point, as you forced yourself to keep your mouth shut.

“because you’re not going to like what happens”.

The belt came down again,

“But do you listen?”

and again.

“Never”.

A sob fell from your lips, and you hid your face against your arm, though only for a moment, before you looked back at him with a vicious glare.

“You had it coming, and you know it.” You hissed, and he tilted his head, looking at you with a cruel, taunting smirk.

“Oh, are those tears?” He cooed, using the same hand he held the belt with to stroke your cheek. You trembled, as you felt the roughness of both the leather and his fingers against your skin at once. “Remember, sweetheart, you brought this on yourself”.

He brought the belt down brutally hard, three more times, one right after another. Your heart was hammering against your rib cage, but at the same time, it seemed to stop with each stroke. Finally you had begun to let the tears fall freely, but you still refused to let him see your face.

He wouldn’t have that, so he gripped your shoulder, pulling you up and turning you to face him.

“When will you learn?” He drawled, clearly enjoying this more than he was letting on.

“Do you expect me to apologize?” you huffed. “I won’t”.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it”.

He brought you closer to him, brushed your tears away with his thumb, then leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. He kissed you slowly and deeply, drinking you in, as his fingers curled slightly around the side of your neck. You let yourself relax into him, because even though you wouldn’t say so yet, you welcomed the affection after such an intense moment. It was especially important, because it was more than a kiss, it was a signal. The game was over.

After you pulled apart from each other, you wrapped your arms around him, rested your head on his shoulder, and focused for a bit on getting your breathing under control again.

“Back with me, darling?” he whispered, after a few moments of him simply holding you. You nodded.

“How do you feel?” he asked, and you checked in with yourself for a moment, knowing there were undoubtedly red marks across your ass, that would be there for a while.

“Just as sore as usual”.

He laughed, bringing a glass of water up to your lips, which you gladly accepted.

“You know,” you hummed, after taking a few sips, “maybe I should mouth off to you more”.

“Hah! More,” he scoffed, “as if you don’t already do it every other word you say”.

“You make it easy.” you grinned, from behind the rim of the glass.

“I doubt it’d come so naturally to you if I used this every time you did.” he mused, referring to his belt, as he threaded it back through the loops of his trousers.

“Maybe that would make it worse,” you argued playfully, “Plus, I wouldn’t want you wearing yourself out”.

Those gorgeous yellow eyes of his went wide as saucers, and his eyebrows shot up so far you could swear he was a cartoon character.

You nearly choked on your laughter. You just couldn’t help yourself.

He sighed in amusement, gently swiping his thumb against your lower lip. “Let’s just head out to dinner, yeah?”

While you got your jeans back on, he put on his jacket and grabbed his scarf, which had been hanging on the back of his throne.

“This’ll do for now.” he thought to himself, looking down at the strip of silver fabric, then his eyes flickered up to you, as you adjusted your clothes. “Definitely need a proper gag, though”.

#good omens crowley x reader #good omens crowley x gender neutral reader #anthony crowley x reader #crowley x reader #crowley x reader fanfiction #good omens crowley fanfiction #anthony j crowley x reader #crowley x gender neutral reader

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minefield-of-a-ninja · 2 years ago

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All fics are 18+ ONLY unless otherwise noted

SERIES

*at least three parts or chapters

28 Days - AU Dean Winchester x several AU SPN characters

Summary: Dean Winchester is an addict and an alcoholic, a USMC veteran, a father, and an older brother. As Battalion Chief with Lawrence Fire & Medical, Dean comes under investigation when he makes a dangerous and impulsive decision, defying his superiors and abandoning the team he is supposed to lead. He is given the choice to go to rehab for 28 days, or jail. His lawyer insists on rehab, and Dean begrudgingly abides.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Emma Winchester, Jack Kline, Victor Henriksen, Jo Harvelle, Gordon Walker, Bille, Crowley, Rowena, Missouri, Meg, Pamela, Gabriel, Lydia, Casey, Jamie, Carmen, Tessa

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, emergency action, fire, drug use, thoughts of death and dying, teen endangerment, references to underage drug addiction and prostitution, partially told through flashbacks

Words: 33K

Author’s notes: Inspired by the film 28 Days and following canon themes from SPN, this is a fic about Dean, a firefighter who goes to rehab, not about Dean as a firefighter.

And Then There Were Three - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: Natalie and Dean are in a “not serious” relationship until one night, she and Sam take a step that will change things forever.

Warnings/tags: 18+ONLY, rough sex, squirting, anal sex, butt plug, bondage, dirty talk, orgasm control, double penetration, polyamory, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 13,500

Black Tie Optional: sequel to Plus One - Dean Winchester x Vanessa (OFC)

Summary: The last time we saw Vanessa, she was swooning over Dean’s lasting impression. Now, we fast-forward a year to see what she’s up to.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC Vanessa Martinelli, (eventual) Sam Winchester x OFC Emma Olsen

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, HBO RomCom bullshit

Words: 17K

Combat Baby - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: canon divergent - Dean’s sweet, but Jo likes him nasty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, brief name-calling, exhibitionism, role play, squirting

Words: 3,073 WORK IN PROGRESS

God Only Knows - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: One weekend, years ago, lives rent-free in both of their minds. Three-part mini-series.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, pining, clothed sex, couch sex, hungover sex, fluff, roomies to lovers, idiots in love

Words: 5,500

If We Make It Through December - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Summary: Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Donna Hanscum, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Patience Turner, Alex Jones

Warnings/tags: there was no rebar, 18+ ONLY, fluff, light angst, domesticity, holiday celebrations

Words: 12K

The Kinda Girl You Like - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: After Sam reveals to Sofie his sub that he likes to watch, she decides that they should act on it. Then he tells her what exactly it is that he likes to watch…

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sub-sharing, bondage, rimming, the jockey is my favorite sex position, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 6,500

Leaving Heaven - Dean Winchester x Taziana Smith (OFC)

Summary: Tazi is a bounty hunter of mostly human things. She isn’t firmly seated in the supernatural world, but she’s familiar enough that she’s recruited by an old friend of John Winchester’s to capture and deliver a brief acquaintance of her own.

Characters: MOC/Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Lee Webb, original characters

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, brief dub-con, mentions of the foster system, references to past rape, commiserating over childhood trauma, threats of sexual violence

Words: 16,500 WORK IN PROGRESS

The Mud On Your Boots - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Summary: Dean and Donna finally give in.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, fluff, consent is sexy, period sex, fisting, blood as lube, shower sex

Words: 8k (permanent hiatus)

Plus One - Dean Winchester x Vanessa (OFC)

Summary: Vanessa hates weddings until she meets a handsome stranger who agrees to help her mix things up for the night.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, fingery things, squirting, and Dean has no refractory period bc this is fic

Words: 9,600

Pretty Reckless - MOC Dean Winchester x pre-slayer Faith Lehane

Summary: AU where s10 Dean stumbles upon another hunter so much like himself. When their connection grows inexplicably stronger, they find an answer they never thought existed.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Faith Lehane, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Cain

Warnings/tags: 19+, rough sex, prostate massage, magical bond

Words: 15K

Run Me Like A River - AU Dean Winchester x AU Jessica Jones

Summary: AU wherein Jessica Jones is super-powered by gov’t experiments to create elite soldiers, the Winchesters are military officers in humanity’s War Against Evil, and they have all gone AWOL from their assigned roles. Dean and Jess embark on a relationship that ends abruptly and explosively until Dean calls her for help on a very personal case.

Characters: Jessica Jones, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Malcolm is Jess’s cat

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, major character death, unhealthy relationship dynamics, bondage, rough sex, anal sex, ptsd

Words: 14K

Seasons - Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Summary: She is his safe haven, untouched by anything else or anyone.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, canon divergent - no Cassie or Lisa, non-linear storytelling, four seasons, angst, hurt/comfort, references non-con unprotected sex, loss of a pregnancy

Words: 12K

Temporary Scars - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum x Benny Lafitte

Warnings/tags: 18+, Angst, Donna has intimacy issues, Dean’s the sweetest, self-sabotage, sort of established relationship, Benny’s swoony as fuck, Dean’s in love, polyamory, pregnancy kink

Words: 4,500 (permanent hiatus)

Unopened At Your Feet - AU Sam Winchester x female narrator, AU Dean Winchester x female narrator

Summary: This is the story of how I broke my own heart.

Characters: Female Narrator, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Becky Rosen, Meg Masters, Benny Lafitte

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, weed-smoking, canon-compliant date-rape/roofie (Becky), love triangle

Words: 12,470 WORK IN PROGRESS

Where Is My Shiny Gun? - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Summary: canon divergent - Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, Sam directing while masturbating, brief spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play - no blood, W*ncest adjacent

Word Count: 7,800

ONE-SHOTS

A Fight For Love & Glory - Winchesters x you (female)

Summary: You’re struck by sex pollen, so Sam and Dean agree to help you out.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, feelings of guilt, ass play, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2K

Bad Girls Underneath - Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Ruby and Jojo get hit by a sex curse again; this time, they need Dean’s help.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, magical-dick/male-gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: 2,600

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel

Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ ONLY, dreamlike sex, a little choking, Dean’s always hungry

Words: 3,200

Caveat Emptor - Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: Gabriela Cruz invests in a Victorian mansion in the middle of America where the rule of Buyer Beware is absolute. When her twin sister goes missing, a couple of federal agents show up. Lucky for Gabi, Dean and Sam Winchester are on the case.

Characters: Gabriela Cruz, Camila Cruz, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ed Zeddmore, Harry Spangler

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, language, mentions death of family members, cursed object, mentions of blood + gore, sarcasm, twin dynamics, explicit sex

Words: 4,600

Crazy On You – Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: You’ve had a shitty day, but this beautiful, unfamiliar boy will make it all better.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Impala Sex, there’s a knife but not in a bloody way

Words: 4K

Crossroads and Bound - Dean Winchester x female demon reader

Summary: He agreed to this.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, femdom, Dean’s tied to a chair, wearing a cock ring, face sitting, things might get a little rough, but it’s all in good fun, squirting

Words: 2,250

The Curve Of Your Pretty Gown - Dean Winchester x female reader

Request: Hey hon! Ok, so it’s my birthday today, so maybe a story about Dean surprising me/ the reader by turning up unannounced to wish me/the reader a ‘happy birthday’ and there’s lots of smut ❤️

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, a little angst

Words: 2,200

Deep - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean shows you more about pleasure than ‘deep’.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Dean being perfect, sensual massage, Dean being the best lay ever, biting, Dean being a fairytale prince, the jockey is my favorite sexual position, try it, it’s amazing, talking during sex, gratuitous use of terms of endearment bc it’s Dean

Words: 3K

Discord and Rhyme - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Summary: He’s on the prowl.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough anal sex, crying during sex, blood during sex, there’s a lot of purple prose and excessive descriptions of taste and smell here, sexual coercion, dirty talk

Words: 1,750

Ennui - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x unnamed female character

Anonymous Prompt: “I really want demon dean stalking someone but I don’t know how to do that with consent? But guh just the thought of him.

Characters: Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Tags/warnings: 18+ only; this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester; stalking; exhibitionism; voyeurism; dirty talk; horny on aisle 3; fuck it, we ball

Words: 2,400

Equilibrium - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: They have balance.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, cock warming

Words: 1,400

Get Down, Make Love - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: Steph decides to cut loose and push the envelope with her favorite fellow hunters.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, hot tubbing, drunk sex (consensual), dirty talk, mfm spitroast, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 3,200

Hark and Hush - Purgatory Dean x wolf spirit in a female body

Summary: This is the story of how Dean Winchester hunted, became enamored with, and slew the ancient spirit of the Big Bad Wolf.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, stalking, blood, gore, rough sex, character death

Words: 2,200

Hide Your Love Away – Dean Winchester x female hunter reader

Summary: Mutual hunters seek comfort for a night and a lifetime of memories.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, ass play

Words: 3,600

His Sword - Michael/Dean x female prostitute

Summary: Michael takes some time to remind Dean who’s in control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, edge play, bondage, knife play, blood play, choking, rough sex, name-calling, character death

Words: 2,300

Just My Imagination - Dean Winchester x female Zanna

Summary: After Mary leaves the boys a second time, Dean needs a reset, or to blow off some steam – something. He heads out on a snowy evening the night before Christmas and finds just the right thing.

Warnings/tags: mature, Hallmark channel fuckery

Words: 2,800

One Night Only (23 in 1) - Dean Winchester x Mila (original female character)

Summary: While on a job in the middle of America, Dean enjoys a rigorous night of mutual gratification with a local art student.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, ass play, shower sex, dirty talk

Words: 5,500

River - Dean Winchester x Ty (Original male character), Dean x Benny implied

Summary: It’s Dean’s first winter after sending Benny back to Purgatory.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, implied underage prostitution, semi-public sex

Words: 1,600

Rules Are Rules - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean hasn’t been himself lately. The Mark has seen to that.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, hand around the throat, rough sex, squirting

Words: 2,400

Shattered Like A Stone - Demon Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: The Mark is demanding, and the demon in Dean can’t deny it any more than he can deny her; it just might get everything it wants tonight.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough sex, bondage, multiple object insertion, suicidal ideation, darkfic, self-destruction, bloody sex, sadism and masochism, anal sex, Jameson as lube, spit as lube, face fucking, Daddy as title, misogynist language, choking, strangulation, assisted suicide

Words: 6,800

Some Stranger’s Hand - 2009 Dean Winchester x 2014 Risa (The End)

Summary: He lost everything.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, plush pink pillow lips for my Eloise

Words: 1,700

Spark, Flicker, Blaze - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Somewhere along the line, her life became something she didn’t like. On her 35th birthday, she makes a decision to change all of that.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, overly descriptive orgasms, Dean’s the best birthday present ever

Words: 2,200

Stuff & Thangs That Are Awesome… And Not Awesome - Dean Winchester x female character (1st person POV)

*TWD Crossover

Prompt(s): 1) Dean has been arrested twice for indecent exposure – once was in a grocery store. 2) Jensen or Dean x Reader, a small public place, he pins you to the wall, covers your mouth and fucks you.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Rick Grimes eye-fucking, Shane Walsh having a pissing contest with a young, cocky Dean Winchester

Words: 1,300

Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck

Words: 2,500

Triptych - Dean Winchester x bisexual female couple

Summary: Dean’s on a case and meets two beautiful women. One of them is recently divorced, and the new couple invites Dean to help them kick off their new life together.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex toy, Dean’s real good at sex

Words: 4,700

Wait Till My Brother Gets Home - Winchester brothers x female reader

Summary: She wants to lose control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ Only, rough sex, hair pulling, mfm spit roast, bruising and chafing during sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2,450

When We Fall Then We’ll Know Each Other - Dean Winchester x Benny Lafitte (voyeur Castiel)

Prompt: “There’s nothing wrong with women, but a woman can’t hold you down and fuck you like I can.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, cum and spit as lube, anal sex, voyeurism

Words: 1,400

QUICK AND DIRTY

*1K words or less

Barbed Wire Carnival - Choose your own Winchester

Summary: Absence of feeling.

Warnings/tags: mature, angst, dark descriptions

Words: 300

Brimstone - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s exactly what she wants.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY surprise, bitch

Words: 450

Bring It On Home - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Let’s pretend Dean wouldn’t be terrified to welcome love into his life.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, comfort, fluff, handsy Dean

Words: 1K

Communion - Dean Winchester x female reader

prompt: Fluffy dean or Jensen smoking weed plz, ty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, marijuana use

Words: 1K

Crash Through The Surface - Dean Winchester x Jasen (original male character)

Summary: Dean remembers his First.

Warnings/tags: mature, bi-sexual Dean, references to prostitution

Words: 800

Custard Pie - Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: Dean/OFC based on Led Zeppelin’s ‘Custard Pie.’

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY oral sex

Words: 800

Drag You To The Shore - Dean Winchester x GN reader

Prompt: Dean Winchester settled in between someone’s legs on the bed. Like his back to their chest, their legs wrapped around him, heels keeping his thighs open while they jerk him off, explicit but soft vibes.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY

Words: 800

Fall Away Into - Dean Winchester x Ruby 2.0 x female reader (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Prompt: “Dean x reader x Ruby 2.0 with Sam watching from the corner.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY drug-induced sex, OOC Dean, mff spit roast, use of the word bitch during sex, rough sex, hate sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 530

Foxholes - Annie Hawkins x Bobby Singer/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Summary: Annie recalls time spent with each man and what their facial hair told her about them.

Warnings/tags: mature language and references to sexual activity

Words: 349

The Gazelle - AU Dean Winchester x AU Benny Lafitte x female reader

Summary: They aim to please.

Warnings/tags: mature, power exchange, Denny apparent

Words: 1K

The Good Slayer - Dean Winchester x Faith Lehane

Prompt: Dean and our girl Faith. (This is a sequel of sorts for Pretty Reckless.)

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, talking during sex

Words: 800

Hollow - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

prompt: Would anyone be willing to write something with Dean [or Jensen] x reader to the song Love on the Brain by Rihanna

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, rough sex, angst

Words: 1K

I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.

Warnings/tags: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry

Words: 1K

Just One More Peaceful Day - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: angsty Dean with the line “I can still remember just the way you taste” from the song “It’s been a while” by Staind

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, blood play, knife play, mentions of addiction

Words: 700

Laissez Les Bons Temp Rouler - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s got a dirty mouth when he’s drunk.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, a dirty public bathroom during Mardi Gras

Words: 600

Lifting the Veil - Choose Your Own Winchester

Summary: You’ve been missing something of paramount importance - until now.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, infidelity, squirting

Words: 1K

Mind Blown - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Mind-blowing orgasms can sometimes be literal.

Warnings/tags: mature, transient global amnesia after sex, dirty talk

Words: 560

Nihilism - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Prompt: Can you tell me about the morning after going several rounds with Dean he rolls over in bed and adjusts the covers, causing you to forget your shift to be his good girl a couple more times?

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester, name-calling, rough sex, nihilistic themes, Knight of Hell Dean, fantasies of being fucked to death? Idk it’s one of mine, might as well be yours, you’re female AFAB in this scenario

Words: 800

One For Tomorrow, One Just For Today - Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: before leaving on a hunt, Dean sings “Love Me Two Times” to his lady.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLT, Dean can actually sing, and he does it during sex

Words: 660

The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun - Donna Hanscum x Jody Mills x Winchester brothers (kinda)

Prompt: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their way home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky shower head, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display.

Warnings/tags: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 1K

Recompense - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean is sorry for hurting the ones he loves.

Warnings/tags: mature, angst, Dean saying hurtful things then trying to make up for it

Words: 500

Scream - Dean Winchester x past-female reader

Summary: Dean tells us the real reason he loves “All Saint’s Day” as much as he does.

Warnings/tags: mature, references to coming untouched, getting turned on by scary movies

Words: 320

Soft Cell - Dean Winchester + teenage female

Prompt: Dean + reader dancing in the bunker

Warnings/tags: one F-bomb bc Dean

Words: 720

Through The White Night - AU Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: 18th Century matrimony isn’t as simple as it is today.

Warnings/tags: mentions of wall sex and finger-y things

Words: 560

Wish - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: You want it to be love – but it isn’t. You want him – but you can’t have him.

Warnings/tags: mature, sepia-toned angst ™ @boondoctorwho

Words: 765

With Pleasured Hands - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s got secrets she has yet to uncover

Warnings/tags: mature

Words: 500

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