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420technoblazeit · 9 months

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all the good omens fans crying about their angel fave unable to be with his crush because he's trapped by the cult-like corporation of heaven. you guys would not survive spn season 8 where heaven is literally brainwashing cas to make him murder dean with his own two hands and he has to fight against it while dean begs him to stop

#i know ppl have mixed feelings on season 8 but goodbye stranger literally hte episode of all time like ok. cinammontography #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #crowley gomens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #supernatural #spn #destiel #deancas #castiel #dean winchester #the pig squeals

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mintaikcorpse · 3 months

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Crowley expressions that I find very funny

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#crowley #crowley good omens #good omens crowley #crowley gomens #gomens crowley #good omens

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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Bentley Shenanigans (Good Omens)

Crowley x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: Crowley needs to relieve some frustrations after that shitshow of a birthday party.

CW: vaginal sex, fingering, dirty talk, car sex, vague degradation/humiliation

Good Omens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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This was possibly one of the most shocking things you had ever seen. Crowley was wearing white. You’d never seen him in anything other than black and when he’d first come to pick you up after the birthday party, you had known something was different, but couldn’t pick what it was. It had actually taken you at least two solid minutes to realise that it was because he was wearing white.

“What the fuck- you’re- what are you wearing?”

Crowley glances at you as he pulls into the parking spot at the lookout trail and turns the car off. Sometimes the two of you came out here just to get away.

“What- this old thing?” He chuckles, tossing his sunglasses onto the dash before sighing defeatedly. Oh dear, it wasn’t a good sign if he could barely keep his sultry demeanour going.

“I think,” he trailed off. “It is safe to say… that did not go as well as I hoped it would.”

You’re not really sure what to make of that, given that the balance of the world as you knew it hung squarely on Crowley and Aziraphale’s shoulders. Sitting quietly, you wait for Crowley to continue.

“I mean, really- you wouldn’t have thought it would be that hard, would you? Fucking nuns, Pet. Useless, the lot of them.”

Crowley pinches his nose and turns toward you, eyeing you up and down. Your dress has ridden up your thighs and you do not fail to notice the way he eyes you appreciatively.

“Fancy a quick fuck?” He asks casually. You splutter on a response for a moment. Here you were, discussing how the end of the world was fast approaching in less than a week, and Crowley wanted to shag? You blinked at him. That wasn’t to say you weren’t interested, either, mind you. You definitely were, but, it was just a bit out of the blue was all. What did that say about you, you wondered… In the face of the end of the world, you’re thinking about getting fucked one more time. Hmm. On second thoughts, you think it might just mean that you appreciate the fun things in life.

“Sure,” you say, cheeks pinking at the thought of him in that white coat bending you over and taking out his frustrations on you. “One condition, though.” Crowley’s brow arches, a sultry smirk appearing on his face. “The coat stays.”

“Your wish is my command, love,” he replied. “Back seat, then?”

You nod, shocked at the casual nature of this exchange. It wasn’t something you were necessarily unused to, but there was usually a little more pent-up energy and flirting beforehand. However, getting straight to it wasn’t a bad thing either. It was kind of refreshing, actually.

You get out of the car and go around to the driver's side. Crowley opens the back door for you and promptly bends you over into the back of the car. You gasp, your hands reaching out to steady you on the leather seats.

Crowley slides his hand up your sundress, exposing your black panties to him. He groans, gripping at your ass before letting go and giving it a rough slap. You jolt forward with the shock. Crowley tuts and grips you by the hips to drag you back towards him.

His hips ground against your ass roughly, his cock hardening beneath his pants. You bit your lip, enjoying the roughness of his clothes against your almost bare skin. Crowley laughed, reaching down to rip your panties off you. You let out a sound of protest, though Crowley shushed you.

“Fix ‘em later, promise,” he assured you before tossing the ripped remains of your underwear over your head and into the other door. Any further protests died before they even formed thought as his fingers slid down over the curve of your ass and sunk themselves into your tight, wet heat.

You moaned, thighs twitching as he fingered you open. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now.

Crowley removed the fingers once he thought you were wet enough and presented them to you to clean off. You did so without complaint or question, sucking his fingers into your mouth, tongue swirling over the digits to clean them of your slick.

Crowley grunted, the other hand undoing his pants and removing his cock from its confines. Once he was free, he pulled his fingers from your mouth, giving your cheek a little pat. The feel of the saliva cooling on your skin- the dirtiness of it- had you clenching.

“Look at that,” he groaned, pressing his head against your entrance. “Sopping for me, aren’t you? Filthy thing, you are, Pet.”

You nodded, pressing back against him. His head slipped inside, causing you both to groan. You with impatience, and he with pleasure. Crowley’s fingers gripped at your hips harshly as he slowly sunk inside you. Once he was finally inside you, you were finally able to relax. Feeling so full up on his cock felt like your version of Heaven.

God, Crowley made you so cock-drunk that it was ridiculous.

Then, your Demon started to move, hips snapping back and forth with fervour. It wasn’t long before Crowley was bent over you, yanking your hips into his own with every thrust. You were scrabbling at the leather, cheek sticking to the seat with the sweat. Loud moans and sharp grunts could be heard coming from the car, and you hoped that no one was on this particular walking trail today.

Then again, maybe you’d like an audience. The thought had you biting your lip to stifle the groan, and you clenched around the Demon, who straightened up and wrapped a hand into your hair.

“Fuck, that’s it-” he growled, fucking into you harder. “Reach down there and play with that pretty clit for me, Pet. Mm- like that.”

Your fingers reached your clit, rubbing tight circles. You could feel the push and pull of his cock from within you, could feel as your slick creamed around him. You cried out in sharp pleasure as he slapped your ass cheek again.

“Are you going to cum already, Pet? Huh?”

You nodded, the motion pulling at your hair just that little bit more. Crowley laughed loudly, fucking into you harder.

“Better do it then,” he warned. “Come on, cum for me, Pet.”

Your fingers were lightning quick on your clit. Your thighs were twitching and struggling to keep yourself up from Crowley’s punishing thrusts. With a loud drawn-out moan, you came.

Crashing waves of chaotic pleasure roiled inside you. Your fingers crushed themselves into the leather as you felt your release roll through your muscles. Your clit felt like it was on fire as you forced yourself to concentrate hard enough to rub yourself through it, contracting around Crowley hard enough to make him cum.

He grunted from above you, hips stuttering- and then you felt it. His release coating your walls. You whined, grinding yourself back against him as he started to slow. Crowley gave your hip a warning squeeze, but you ground yourself back on him, pressing him in as far as you could to make sure not a drop of his seed escaped you.

You sighed with relief, fingers slowing to a stop on your clit. Crowley was hunched over you, panting with exertion.

You laughed, the endorphins starting to kick in. Crowley chuckled breathily against your back and pressed a kiss to the fabric of your dress.

“That was fun,” you said, unsticking your cheek from the seat.

“Mm-” Crowley grunted in response. “Aziraphale will be jealous.”

You don’t think you’re wrong in thinking he doesn’t seem all that upset about making the Angel jealous.

“I think you’re right,” you pant back, slowly starting to catch your breath now.

“Alright, come on,” he says, picking himself up and slowly pulling out of you, shushing you comfortingly when you whimper at the loss. “I know, Pet. Come on, let’s get you back to the Shop, eh? The Angel will be missing us by now.”

You groan and force yourself to stand up. Your walls clench to keep Crowley’s seed inside.

“Don’t miracle it away,” you say, knowing that Crowley was planning to do so for your ease of comfort. “You know how Zira likes his seconds.”

Crowley tutted at you, a smirk playing across his lips.

“Naughty thing, you are. Whatever are we going to do with you?”

You hop into the passenger side again, your muscles thanking you for the relief.

“Guess we’ll have to find out, won’t we?”

“Guess so, love.”

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midnights-dragon · 7 months

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I like to think that Crowley made the stars and galaxies and nebulae in these pictures,

and he cried, so damn hard, when the telescope captured them so beautifully, and humans could finally love to the fullest what he had created with such love it rivaled that of the Almighty’s.

Crowley loves his stars. He always wanted others to love them, too.

#thinking lots of thoughts #crowley #crowley good omens #good omens #nasa webb telescope #space #nasa #good omens fandom #good omens crowley #crowley gomens #gomens

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herrscherofmangoes · 7 months

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God she was so cute in this scene

#crowley #good omens #gomens #david tennant #crowley gomens #aziracrow

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inbarfink · 3 months

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Sometimes I see Good Omens Roleswap AUs where Angel!Crowley is still wearing primarily black, and, like, I can’t pretend I don’t think that’s a little weird but also… I kinda love the Concept that not even Divinely-Mandated Dress Codes could ever truly override Crowley’s Aesthetic.

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teenageabomination · 3 months

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This is my first time drawing in a few months!! It's my first time drawing Crowley, too. I'm not super proud of it, but it's not that bad, so I'm posting it.

#crowley #crowley good omens #good omens #good omens 2 #crowley gomens #gomens #good omens fanart #crowley fanart #pre fall crowley

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megsgomensrefs · 7 months

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The Bentley’s Interior

#good omens #good omens tag #Bentley #Crowley gomens #aziraphale #Bentley gomens #good omens photos #good omens references #good omens Bentley

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shouldichooseto · 1 month

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#her #Crowley #good omens #Crowley gomens #vogue #inspo

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andiv3r · 6 months

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A WIP based on the desk sketch I did because I haven't posted my art for a few days (don't ask about why I'm emotionally torturing myself with what I'm watching in the corner as I doodle...). This'll probably be my new pfp once it's done, as it works well for a dual pfp for my main and side accounts like how I currently have it set up.

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420technoblazeit · 8 months

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whats the link between supernatural and good omens

crowley spn was based off of crowley gomens. eric kripke was a fan of good omens and took some inspiration from that and sandman when he created and ran the show for five seasons. crowley spn deviates from crowley gomens in a pretty major way once eric kripke leaves the show and he was originally just supposed to be a one-off character referencing the book from the 90s but like. you can definitely see the inspiration anyway

both characters are demons who don't get along with the rest of their kind and are a little too human for their own good. theyre both not as evil as they pretend to be and would rather the world not end, thanks. also they both fuck angels CAN I GET AN AMEN

#supernatural #spn #crowley spn #crowley macleod #crowley gomens #good omens #the pig squeals

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sherokutakari · 7 months

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tumblr girlies will see a snake trait or behavior and go "is anyone going to apply this to one Mr. Anthony J Crowley?" and not wait for an answer

#Good Omens #Good Omens 2 #Crowley #Anthony J Crowley #Crowley GOmens #stargazing #sunbathing #periscoping #forcing blood to the eyes to see better when stressed #'they are all Crowley'#you are so right thank you for your time and effort

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raz-writes-the-thing · 7 months

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Last Meal

Crowley x GN!Reader (AFAB anatomy)

18 Plus ONLY / Requests are OPEN

Summary: Crowley really, really, likes to eat you out.

CW: smut, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, light praise, overstim, oral sex

Gomens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick

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Overstimulation is poking at your nerves like a tingling, hot iron. You’ve cum three times already, and Crowley is desperate to get you a fourth, or maybe even a fifth- if you didn’t just give out before that point.

The first time had been soft and loving, his tongue laving over your clit and fingers buried deep inside your sopping cunt until you fell apart over him. You’d been stressed out, what with all of the nonsense happening at work and with the fact that the world had almost descended into chaos. It was no wonder you were stressed. Good thing Crowley knew a thing or two about how to distract you.

He’d brought you into his office, sat you down on the desk and him in his chair, and pushed your legs open to take a load off of that stress for you, so to speak. Soft circles brushed into your thigh and little breaths of cold air on your clit to make you needy. He didn’t keep you waiting long before he was tracing blasphemous prayers into your clit.

You came like that once, and after that, he’d added another finger and held you down by the tummy to wring another orgasm out of you- you whined and jerked against his hold as he talked you through it. Telling you how good you were, and how much he loved to see you come apart for him. All for him.

You’d came hard and fast, gasping and arching your back off the desk. He’d given you one of those signature grins and pressed kisses down your tummy, down your hip and towards the inside of your thighs, forcing you to open them up for him.

The third time he’d made you cum took a little longer, the overstimulation taking longer to get over. You were gasping and writhing on the desk as he wrapped his lips over your clit and sucked it into his mouth, split tongue flicking hard and fast against your sensitive bundle of nerves. He didn’t let up until you cried out in pleasure and yanked hard at his hair, keeping him there in that spot as you rode his face and worked yourself through your bordering-on-painful orgasm.

And now he had his tongue buried inside you, long and flexible, licking at your walls and shooting pleasure up your spine.

“Fuck, Crowley- I- I don’t think I can,” you cry, trying your best to squirm away from his tongue.

He chuckles and pulls you closer by the hips, practically mashing his nose into your clit. You mewl, arching away. Of course, this only proved to bump his nose against you again.

His tongue starts moving inside you as if possessed, Crowley trying to stick the forked appendage inside you as far as possible. He eats you as if it’s his last meal on Earth, and he brings a thumb down over your hip to rub back and forth over your clit without mercy.

You cry out louder this time, unable to contain the noises that were escaping you as he forced you closer and closer to that edge. Fuck, you might actually be able to cum again. No, scratch that, you were definitely going to cum again.

“F-fuck, Crowley, I- nngh, oh-”

Hips wriggle on the desk, slick and spit trailing down your folds to stain the table. You pant and moan as he works you like a master pianist- knowing exactly which keys to tap to wring out the most divine music from you.

You manage to lean yourself up on your elbows to get a good look at Crowley, and that’s what pushes you over the edge. Those yellow-slitted eyes looking up at you so hungrily, so unabashedly. He looks ravenous, feasting at you like if he doesn’t make you cum right now he might simply pass away.

Waves of pleasure take you all at once, roiling inside like crashing waves in a storm. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that your head hits the desk again with a soft thud. You’re also vaguely aware of the way your entire body is convulsing with the pleasure of your fourth orgasm.

He works you through it, tongue raking every single modicum of pleasure from you. The stimulation grows to be too much, and you press your foot to his shoulder to force him off you.

He chuckles deeply, pussy drunk on the taste of your spend. He nuzzles against your thigh, trailing a finger down your slit and revelling in the whimper it draws from you.

He giggles- actually giggles- and gives your thigh a light slap.

“Mmn,” he says, licking his lips. “Always so good for me.”

“Always,” you pant back with a giggle.