#crowley x male!reader
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Pov: 3rd Person
Pairing: Crowley x Male!Reader
Warning(s): Language, SMUT (18+), Rimming, Teasing, Male on Male penetration, brief orgasm denial, Bottom!Reader, Top!Crowley
Summary: (Y/N) is a well-known researcher and hacker in the hunting industry, dedicating his life to protecting innocent people all around the United States. What happens when the King of Hell comes to him with a problem he needs help solving and a deal that (Y/N) cannot turn down?
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It was beautiful that morning. Light barely shone over the treeline, the warm colors faintly casting a reflection across the lake that sat outside of the small house. The ground was littered with red, orange, and yellow leaves, decorating it like some cheesy floor pattern on a Welcome Mat. The wind whipped through the branches, conducting the trees in a synchronized dance. Morning Doves sang their harmonious tune.
It was 8:30 AM. (Y/N) sat peacefully in the rocking chair that was nestled in the corner of the aged porch. A blanket draped over his lap, and a warm cup of steaming coffee in his grasp. It was mornings like that that gave him a sense of serenity, that reminded him of the world outside of his profession. That was why, in the mornings, he had one rule. One simple rule;
No phone calls before nine.
Granted, lives were at stake. Hunters all across the United States were taking on various jobs as he sat there, and some needed information quicker than others. He made an exception to the rule in case of an emergency, but nothing more. Most of his life was consumed with research and phone calls while he sat in a stuffy room near the back of the house. He knew that, when his reputation in the hunting community became well-known, he would need to set some rules and boundaries to allow himself some personal time. Some time to relax and reflect.
Not everyone followed those rules, however.
A buzz from his phone sounded next to him. It sat on a small, rusted round table next to the rocking chair. (Y/N)’s gaze turned towards the phone as it shifted with each violent vibration across the metal. He could feel the vibrating under his feet against the wood. Across the screen, Sam Winchester was written. A heavy, yet somehow content, sigh escaped past his lips as he reached over and picked up his phone. A part of him said that he should ignore it, but the other was telling him that it could be urgent. The Winchesters rarely got in contact with him before noon.
“Hello?” He answered, his voice deep and calm.
“Hey, (Y/N)! Dean and I were wondering if you could look something up for us?” Sam’s voice rang through the receiver, a little too cheery first thing in the morning, in (Y/N)’s opinion. They must have been up for hours by then.
“Is the information urgent?”
There was a long pause. “Well…”
“Mr. Winchester, what is my rule?”
Another long pause. “No phone calls before nine.”
“Exactly, unless there was someone actively dying and we were under a time constraint. Are we on a time constraint, Mr. Winchester?”
“Please, call me Sam.”
“Are we on a time constraint, Sam?”
Pause. “No. We just wanted to get whatever information we could before we headed to the police station to talk to the officers.”
“You and I both know you’re going to gather even more evidence about the case after the fact, so I think it would be wise to just go ahead and make your way to the police station. They might answer some of your questions, they might not. Hell, you might have even more questions for me by the time you’re done.”
“You’re right, you’re right. Uh…I guess I’ll…give you a call back when we’re done.”
“After nine, of course.” (Y/N) nodded slowly.
“Right. After nine,”
“Thank you, Sam. You know, I always love talking to you. You’re easier to communicate with than your brother.”
Sam chuckled deeply. “Thanks, I get that a lot,”
“Well, it’s true. Anyway, go talk to the police, and then let me know of anything you might need, alright?”
“Alright, bye,”
“Bye,” (Y/N) ended the phone call and replaced the phone in its original position.
He brought the cup of coffee up to his face, blowing cool air onto the surface. Steam curled around the mug as he took a sip. There were some people he didn’t mind receiving phone calls from in the morning, during his off hours. Sam Winchester was one of them. Always so polite when he had to remind him, he almost didn’t mind having to repeat himself over and over again. He knew how stressful the physical aspect of the hunting life could be, but Sam was one who never let his anger appear evident when they conversed that early in the morning. His brother, on the other hand, seemed to hold all of the anger for both brothers on his sleeve. (Y/N) had many unpleasant conversations with the older Winchester, but he also had some satisfying ones. In the end, he didn’t mind working with the Winchesters. They were the ones that called him the most. They were the ones who kept him busy and were appreciative when he was able to give them the information that they were in search of. That much he was grateful for.
“Hello, darling,” a scratchy, baritone voice broke the placid silence.
(Y/N) showed no physical reaction, yet he felt as if his heart had lept into his throat. It raced rapidly and he felt the familiar sensation of gooseflesh appear on his arms. He couldn’t necessarily blame it on the cool breeze. In front of him, Crowley stood, hands deep in the pockets of his black peacoat. A smirk was placed on his lips, covered by the beard that had grown out since the last time (Y/N) saw him.
He had met Crowley some years ago through the Winchesters. It was then he had gotten his first taste of the types of connections Sam and Dean had. When they originally told him about one of their contacts being the King of Hell, he was rather skeptical at first. Rumors travel fast in the hunting world, and (Y/N) knew all of them, especially the ones that star Sam and Dean Winchester. Yet, when he had initially met Crowley, he was pleasantly surprised. He never expected an individual with a clean, lavish appearance as he. He never expected the accent either. It had shocked him at first, but not negatively. In a way, he had always assumed that the King of Hell was going to be some grotesque monster that would seem as if they dwelled deep in a humid cave. He could blame that on his ignorance.
Since then, the handful of times he had interactions with the King of Hell, he would not say they had been horrible. Quite the opposite, they had been fairly pleasant. Crowley was cordial towards him, speaking to him in, what (Y/N) had first assumed was, a respectful tone, but later concluded that it would be more accurate to call it professional. Crowley was charismatic, a businessman. He knew how to get what he wanted out of people, and (Y/N) could see why they fell for it each time. Crowley knew exactly what to say and when to say it. That accent of his could put anyone in a trance.
(Y/N) sat the cup of coffee down on the side table beside his phone before he placed both of his hands in his lap, his fingers folded over one another. “Good morning, Crowley. How…unexpected of you to pop in this early in the morning.”
“Quite,” Crowley paused as he looked around, studying his environment. “I must say, I never expected a man such as yourself to own a place with such beauty.”
(Y/N) slowly nodded. “While I appreciate the backhanded compliment, I am currently off the clock. That is if you needed anything in the first place and didn’t just stop by for some idle chit-chat.”
“I never ‘chit-chat’. I did come by to ask for your…assistance with something.”
“As I have said, I am off the clock. If you need my help with anything, you can come back at nine o’clock.”
A smirk appeared in the corner of Crowley’s mouth. “Check the time, darling,”
(Y/N)’s eyes shifted over to his phone. Hesitantly, he reached over and clicked the screen, illuminating his background of deep purples and blues.
9:01 A.M.
As he looked back over at Crowley, he noted that the smirk was still there. Crowley shrugged, the ruffle of fabric filling the silence.
“It’s time to clock back in.”
(Y/N let out a sigh as he slapped his hands onto his knees, standing from his seat. He caught the blanket before it was able to fall off and folded it thrice. He then turned and laid it over the back of the rocker. He placed his phone into his pocket, then grabbed his coffee mug, the steam having dissipated since Crowley had arrived.
“Let’s head to my study, then,” he mumbled.
He walked past Crowley towards the screen porch door. Before he had the chance to grab it, Crowley opened it for him, startling (Y/N) for a moment. (Y/N) nodded his head.
“Such a gentleman.” He murmured and walked into the house, Crowley following soon after.
The foyer was small but tidy, so it seemed bigger than it was. The new floors glimmered in the morning light, and the walls were decorated with various pieces of artwork. (Y/N) took pride in renovating the older house, making it a place he was happy to call his home.
When he had found the house for sale, he was surprised, initially, by how little it cost. Seeing the state upon purchase made him understand the drop in price almost immediately. It took several months for him to turn the once run-down house into a livable place, one where he wasn’t afraid of catching asbestos poisoning every night. Since he completed the remodeling, he has made sure that the house is well-decorated, comfortable, and clean.
To the right of the foyer was the entryway into the kitchen. It wasn’t that large, but with one person occupying the house, he found it unnecessary to include more counter space in the renovation. To the left was the living room, well-lit with natural light in the morning and even brighter with the overhead ceiling fan at night, comfortable enough to seat many different people if he ever decided to have guests over to mingle. Ahead of Crowley and (Y/N), down the hallway, sat three doors, all of them ajar. Directly ahead was his bedroom, to the left was the guest bathroom, and to the right was his study, the one place where (Y/N) found he was spending most of his time throughout the twenty-four hours of the day.
(Y/N) kicked off his slides, placing them next to the front door, before replacing them with a pair of slippers. He then gestured down the hallway with his head.
“This way,” he said as he began to walk down the hallway.
The study was a masterpiece in it of itself. The walls directly beside the door and adjacent were lined with built-in bookshelves, courtesy of (Y/N) himself. On the shelves sat various centuries' worth of lore, categorized by decade, topic, and alphabetized by the last name of the author, if the author was known, that is. On the other wall sat large windows lined side-by-side, the curtains pulled back to allow sunlight in. Sitting at an angle in the middle of the floor was a heavy mahogany desk, similar to one that would be found in a lawyer’s or politician’s office. A rolling desk chair sat behind it, something cheap yet comfortable. On top of the desk were different books that were opened to certain pages that (Y/N) had left off on, a notebook with a ballpoint pen, an LED keyboard with a matching Bluetooth mouse, and a large, curved monitor with two smaller monitors on either side. Two chairs sat in front of the desk, a place where hunters had sat multiple times when visiting and discussing business with him.
(Y/N) rounded the corner of the desk and sat down in the office chair, the cup still grasped between his hands. He took another sip of his coffee as he scanned over the cluttered surface of his desk. As he moved books out of the way, his tongue poked into his cheek. Finally, with a triumphant ‘ah’, he pulled the brown coaster from underneath one of the book spines. He placed his mug on top of it, bent down, and turned on his computer.
“Alright, if you want to have a seat,” (Y/N) gestured to the chair.
“I prefer to stand.”
“Suit yourself,” he shrugged and typed his passcode rapidly into his keyboard.
The three monitors lit up with work he had been focused on the day before. Carefully, he saved documents and exited out of files. When the files were all tucked away and his screens were cleared, he turned his attention back to Crowley.
“Now, what is this problem you’re having? And, please be quick about it, I have some hunters that are going to be calling me back to gather information for them as well.”
“The Winchesters can wait,” Crowley said as he stalked forward.
(Y/N) fought back the urge to ask how Crowley had known the Winchesters were the ones to call, for he knew the answer already.
“Now, I seem to be having a bit of a rogue demon problem.” Crowley began to pace around the room, his eyes seeming to study the different texts that lined the walls and the scenery outside.
“Don’t we all?”
“Mine’s a little different.”
“How so?”
“You see, I control the demons, right? Specifically, I control the deals that come in when humans summon us to the crossroads. I expect demons to persuade these people in some way to get these deals by possessing family members, friends, and the like, while others are sent when they are summoned to take these deals. It’s a rather layered process, too many demons, too many steps, but it works.”
“I see,” (Y/N) hummed as he folded his hands on top of the desk, back slouched.
“Recently, however, it has come to my attention that there have been several demons who don’t necessarily, well, like me.”
“I can’t imagine why,” (Y/N) mumbled, his words dripping with sarcasm.
Crowley ignored him. “And I’ve found out by a rather reliable source that a handful of demons have been rebelling against me. Some are just not persuading people as they are supposed to and running rampant in the street while others, the ones who are summoned, are taking these individuals' souls without giving anything in return. They mess with the deal.”
“Do you not see that as a win in your situation? You get their soul no matter what, Crowley.”
“Ah, you see, I do, but I am a man of my word.” He stopped and placed his hand on his chest. “When deals are made, they are not meant to be broken. They are taking their souls and sending them right back to the pathetic life that they came to fix. I don’t like humans as much as the next demon, but a deal is a deal, and it should not be messed with.”
“How…noble? What does this exactly have to do with me?”
Crowley reached into his peacoat, pulling out a sheet of folded white paper. He walked over and placed it on (Y/N)’s desk. On it was a list of locations and dates neatly written in calligraphy. Most of the locations were paired with a date from a couple of days ago, some a couple of weeks, and some were marked from that very day.
“This is a list of all known demon locations and times that they were last seen there. The crossroads demons I can deal with on my own, they will be harder for someone like you to find, but these are the demons that were supposed to be possessing family members and the such. They’re lower-ranked demons than others, so they lack the necessary powers to teleport, makes them easier to find.”
“And what am I supposed to do with this?” He gestured to the paper with his hands.
“Find the demons on that computer of yours, tell me where they are, and I will take care of the rest.”
(Y/N) slowly nodded. There had been many instances where he had been able to find the location of a monster for different hunters by hacking into various CCTV cameras across the country. Some places had more cybersecurity than others, but overall, it was a simple task, something he had picked up the first month or so after he started learning the art of hacking and coding. It wouldn’t take that long for him to track some of the demons.
“Why should I help you?”
“Think of it this way, darling,” Crowley walked over, stood behind the desk chair, and placed a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder.
The violent buzzing interrupted anything Crowley was going to say. (Y/N)’s legs vibrated in time with the buzzes. He reached into his pocket and fished out his phone. Sam Winchester flashed across the screen. He held up a finger to Crowley.
“Hold on, I have to take this,” he said.
Just before he was able to accept the call, however, Crowley snatched the phone from his hand.
“Hey!”
“Ah ah ah,” Crowley tsked and wagged a finger. “We are in the middle of a deal.” He ended the call and placed the phone in his pocket.
(Y/N) clenched his jaw. He held out his hand. “Give it back, Crowley.”
“Not until we finished our deal, darling,”
“I never said we had a deal.”
“Then it appears you’re not going to be getting your phone back.”
“Crowley,” he growled.
Crowley chuckled deeply, his chest rumbling. “So tense,” he smirked. “It must be hard. Being out here all by yourself. No ring on your finger, which means that you haven’t got a wife or husband. I’m guessing you don’t have a partner either, considering all you do is sit here and help other hunters.” Crowley slowly ran a finger over (Y/N)’s shoulder blades, eliciting a shiver from him. “How about this deal, then,” Crowley leaned down, his face merely inches from (Y/N)’s. “I get rid of some of your tension and you find the demons for me, deal?”
Crowley’s breath was hot against (Y/N)’s face. The closeness caused his stomach to churn. (Y/N) wouldn’t deny that Crowley was an attractive man - demon, he corrected himself. He had thought so since the first time they met, yet he knew the dangers of getting involved with demons. That was why a small part of him was weary of the Winchesters, seeing how easily they got along with the King of Hell. ‘Got Along’ wasn’t necessarily as accurate as ‘tolerated’. He corrected himself again. When Crowley spoke with that accent, and when his voice was deep and gravelly, it was almost as if (Y/N) was hypnotized.
That accent of his could put anyone in a trance.
“Crowley,” he breathed, unaware that his heart had begun to beat faster.
“The demons get killed, I get what I want, and I leave you more satisfied than you have ever been before,” Crowley’s hand slowly moved up and began to trace along (Y/N)’s jawline. His fingers stopped when he got to (Y/N)’s chin. He tilted his head up so that they were looking into each other’s eyes, their noses brushing against one another. “Have we got a deal?”
Crowley’s eyes were just as hypnotic as his voice. It was as if (Y/N) was staring into an iced glass of whiskey. It was hard to believe that, behind those eyes, stood a dark entity who controlled the deepest, darkest depths of Hell. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him, telling him that it was a bad idea, that he should retreat and reject the offer.
(Y/N) was completely mesmerized.
“Yes,” he whispered faintly.
The corner of Crowley’s lips curled upward. “Then let’s kiss on it.”
(Y/N) didn’t have a chance to respond before Crowley’s lips were on his.
It was heated, hungry, and (Y/N) was slightly ashamed to admit that it had taken his breath away. Ashamed to admit just how engrossed in Crowley’s charismatic attitude he had been. Swiftly, (Y/N) stood from his chair and he was pressed against the desk in an instant. Crowley’s hands worked their way underneath (Y/N)’s t-shirt. It wasn’t long before Crowley’s coat and (Y/N)’s shirt were on the floor. As Crowley reached behind him to grab at the backs of his thighs, (Y/N) pressed his hands firmly on his chest.
“Not here, not here,” he pulled back from his lips, panting from the lack of oxygen. “Let’s go to my room.”
Crowley smirked and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Lead the way, darling,” he pulled back.
(Y/N) was quick to pull himself away from the desk and turn to walk out of the room. His strides were long and silent, almost as if he was floating out of the room and towards his bedroom. Crowley followed behind him, moving just as fast if not a little bit faster. He tore off his tie and dropped it onto the floor as they entered the room. Their lips slammed into one another once more as they fell back onto the bed unceremoniously, their bodies bouncing.
(Y/N) was incredibly hard, he felt like a teenager on prom night. He tried to think back and remember the last time he had sex. Had it been two, maybe three weeks? Months. No. Two or three years, it had been. He had lost count. Crowley had been right, he had been so absorbed in his work that he had neglected the wants he never knew he had. The needs. He had found himself to be so uptight as of late that the lack of sex hadn’t been something he considered a factor with such a change of mood. Maybe the sex was just what he needed. It seemed that Crowley knew more about him than he realized.
(Y/N)’s primary goal was getting Crowley’s clothes off. He wanted to see him, wanted to take in every inch of him. Before he was able to grab at Crowley’s belt, however, Crowley pulled back and lifted a hand to stop him. Again, (Y/N) was breathless. He stopped and looked up at him with a questioning gaze.
“Let’s skip the stripping, shall we?” His voice had gotten deeper, darker. His voice alone should have sent the sirens blaring and the red flags waving in (Y/N)’s head, telling him to stop, telling him that it was a bad idea, but all it did was deepen the lust and make his cock twitch in his boxers.
With the snap of his fingers, their clothes had vanished. Immediately, (Y/N) noticed the temperature change, causing his nipples to harden into stiff peaks. He wasn’t worried about his own body, however. His attention was all on Crowley.
He took his time to examine his lover. His eyes trailed. He noted the hair that was meticulously placed over his pecs, the curve of his stomach. Crowley didn’t have a six-pack, but he was nowhere near fat. A slight pudge was probably the best adjective to use. He spotted the tattoos almost instantly, something that came as a surprise to him but wasn’t unappreciated. Crowley’s happy trail started right below his belly button and trailed down to his pelvis, and the mere sight of Crowley’s cock made (Y/N)’s eyes go wide.
Crowley was huge.
Bigger than he had ever seen on a lover before.
To say he was surprised was a massive understatement. He never expected Crowley to be sporting a cock of that size. (Y/N) felt inept next to him. Yet, despite his unbelievable length, (Y/N) felt his mouth water and cock twitch at the thought of it being inside of him. Crowley chuckled.
“Like what you see?” He questioned.
“Yes,” (Y/N) breathed, although he knew the question was rhetorical.
Crowley’s chest rumbled as he leaned down and began to leave kisses down (Y/N)’s neck, down towards the valley of his pecs. He stopped at his nipples, giving each of them attention with small licks and a suckle. A gasp fell from (Y/N)’s lips as his hands occupied themselves with exploring Crowley’s body. (Y/N)’s mind was fogged over, the feeling of being that close to someone already so intense. He really did feel like a teenager.
“You’re so beautiful, love,” Crowley purred as his lips traveled further down his body, ghosting over his stomach. “Almost disappoints me that I’m going to leave you a whimpering mess by the time I’m done.”
“Crowley, please,”
“Begging already, I see.”
Crowley’s lips moved down until they reached (Y/N)’s own happy trail. Just before he reached (Y/N)’s cock, he pulled back, earning a disappointed groan from the man below. The smirk on his face told (Y/N) that Crowley loved the effect that he was having on him. That it was boosting his ego, and if he had been in the right state of mind, he would have stopped right there. The King of Hell didn’t need more of a complex than he already had.
“Spread your legs for me.”
(Y/N) complied, legs parting as Crowley moved onto his stomach. He left kisses on (Y/N)’s inner thighs.
“Have you had anything in this pretty little hole recently?” Crowley asked.
(Y/N) hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. “No,” he admitted.
“Then I guess I’ll have to open you up, won’t I? I don’t want to hurt you.”
It was an oddly sweet sentiment, coming from a demon. Something that a part of (Y/N) didn’t really expect. Yet the other part of him told him that it made sense with Crowley’s character. He was a businessman. He made deals and he kept them. He wanted him to feel good, and (Y/N) wouldn’t be satisfied with his part of the deal if he was in pain.
“I have lube in my nightstand,” (Y/N) spoke up. He could feel Crowley’s hot breath hovering over his exposed hole.
“I’ll get to it, darling,”
Crowley’s tongue lapped at his hole, and (Y/N) swore that he would come from that single lick. He couldn’t hold back the moan as Crowley’s tongue worked around the pink muscle, almost teasing it. The tip of his tongue slipped past the ring for a moment before retreating. Crowley’s arms wrapped around both of his thighs and seemed to pull him closer with godly strength. Then, when he was closer, Crowley’s wet tongue finally slipped past the tight muscle and wiggled its way into his hole.
A deep moan escaped past (Y/N)’s lips as one of his hands shot down and gripped Crowley’s hair. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, thankful for the pillow that was underneath him, thankful that he had decided to move to the bedroom instead of the study. He had concluded that the lack of sex didn’t make him feel like a teenager again, he was a teenager. Rather, it seemed he had a teenager’s lack of control. His cock was twitching, begging to be touched, begging for Crowley to wrap his hand around it and stroke. (Y/N) was too lost in pleasure to do it on his own, and it was just foreplay. Crowley was only preparing him for what was yet to come. If Crowley had him seeing stars already, he knew that Crowley’s prediction of him turning into a ‘whimpering mess’ would be accurate.
Crowley’s tongue was skilled. He reached places inside of him that (Y/N) didn’t even know existed. All too soon, he felt the familiar jerk of his balls, the tensing muscles begging for release. The knot in his stomach was forming.
“C-Crowley,” he moaned. “I’m gonna come. I-”
Crowley hummed against him and pulled back as soon as the warning came to be. Visibly, (Y/N) relaxed, but his face expressed disappointment, much to Crowley’s amusement.
“Already close to release, and I haven’t even touched your cock yet,” Crowley teased, and the words caused (Y/N)’s cheeks to darken with blush. “Can’t have that. I want this to last. I want you to break.”
Crowley hovered over (Y/N) again, their noses inches apart. (Y/N) could feel Crowley’s cock brush against his, causing his cock to twitch violently. Again, Crowley chuckled. He turned his head and reached over to the nightstand, opening the small drawer. It wasn’t as cluttered as the top of (Y/N) desk, but he had to admit that it needed to be cleaned out. It didn’t take long to find the bottle of lube, though, barely used. When Crowley moved back, he kissed him. That kiss was softer, sweet, the complete opposite of the others they had shared.
He pulled away and sat up, leaning back on his heels as he uncapped the lube. He squirted a generous amount onto his right index and middle finger before he set the lube to the side, open and ready if he were to need more. He rubbed his fingers together to spread out the liquid before lowering his hand to (Y/N) wet, needy hole. His index finger began to circle it and he saw how (Y/N)’s cock twitched again. The smirk remained on his face.
“Are you ready?” He asked softly.
“Yes,” (Y/N) barely gave him time to finish the question. “Yes, Crowley, please,”
“I’ll never get over how sweet that word sounds.”
Crowley pushed one finger into him and the stars promptly returned. (Y/N)’s mouth hung open as if he were to say something, but nothing came to mind. Words didn’t exist anymore, only Crowley and his fingers. It didn’t take long for Crowley to begin to pump his finger into him, his dark eyes focused on (Y/N)’s face, intensely taking in every reaction he gave. Sweat began to glisten on (Y/N)’s brow, dripping down the side of his face and onto the sheet below. His hands were fisted at his sides, straining the bedding. When Crowley felt his hole loosen even the slightest, he added his middle finger.
After several seconds of having Crowley insert his second finger, the knot was back and forming inside (Y/N)’s stomach. It was tight and just kept getting tighter with each stroke. When Crowley’s fingers curled ever so slightly, (Y/N)’s body violently jerked and he had to hold onto the bed as he fought back the orgasm that was quickly approaching. He went to say something, but all that came out were moans and whimpers of pleasure. He didn’t trust himself to stop Crowley before his impending climax.
Of course, Crowley was observant himself and knew when to back away.
Crowley pulled his hand away from him, leaving his hole empty and his mind screaming for release. Crowley brought his fingers to his lips, wrapping them around his digits as he suckled the leftover lube and flavor off of them. He quirked a brow as he took his fingers out of his mouth.
“Strawberry flavored?” He questioned.
(Y/N)’s chest rose and fell at a rapid pace. His chest and face gleamed with sweat, ever more apparent because of the morning light that filtered past his blinds.
“It was all they had left.” He was able to mutter.
A deep chuckle rumbled within Crowley’s chest as he grabbed the lube from beside him once again. That time, he put some into the palm of his right hand and capped the bottle, setting it back onto the side table. He wrapped his hand around his cock and lathered it up with the lube. He hissed, jaw clenched at the cool temperature.
“You don’t mind raw, do you, darling?” He asked as he shifted in the bed so that he hovered directly above (Y/N) writhing body.
“No,” (Y/N) was quick to respond. “No, I don’t mind just, please, please Crowley.” His desperate cries would have normally made him embarrassed, ashamed of the mess he had turned into, but he couldn’t care less. His brain didn’t belong to him anymore. It belonged to Crowley. His body wasn’t his, it was Crowley’s. All of him belonged to Crowley.
And he was fine with that.
“I’ll go slow,” Crowley said. “Let me know if it’s too much for you to handle.”
It was too much to handle when Crowley was eating him out, but (Y/N) knew what he meant. He gave a quick nod of understanding. His hands immediately moved from the sheets to Crowley. One hand was placed on Crowley’s shoulder, while the other reached back, fingers entangled in the mess of brown hair.
One of Crowley’s hands was placed on the bed, holding himself up, while the other hand reached down and grabbed his cock. He guided it to (Y/N)’s hole and, when he felt comfortable with the positioning, he moved his hand and placed it on the other side of (Y/N)’s body. Slowly, he moved his hips forward, the head of his cock pushing past the ring of muscle with some resistance before he entered him.
(Y/N) wasn’t seeing stars anymore - he was seeing a whole galaxy. The slight painful strain mixed with bliss as Crowley pushed the head of his cock inside of him was almost too much to bear at first. He felt like his balls were going to explode with pleasure. His nails dug into Crowley’s shoulder and scalp as he continued to inch his way inside. Crowley studied (Y/N)’s face, the way his mouth hung open and eyes closed. When half of his cock was engulfed in his warmth, Crowley pulled back out a couple of inches before he thrust back inside. (Y/N) couldn’t stop the sounds from escaping his lips. Equally, as such, Crowley let out a deep, guttural groan.
“So tight, darling. So…fucking tight,” he growled out, sounding almost feral.
“M-More, Crowley, please, more,” (Y/N)’s voice had gone up in pitch and the need was laced throughout his tone.
Crowley didn’t need any more indication. His hips began to pick up in speed, slowly at first, but after a while of making sure that his lover wasn’t in any pain, he went faster. While (Y/N) wasn’t able to take all of Crowley’s length inside of him, what was able to fit resulted in a cacophony of moans that echoed throughout the room. The bed rocked, the frame squeaking underneath the pressure as Crowley rhythmically snapped his hips.
When (Y/N) had gotten used to the pleasure - ‘used to’ wasn’t the right phrasing, but rather adapted to it - he was able to open his eyes long enough to reach up, cup Crowley’s cheeks, and bring himself up to kiss him roughly. Crowley returned the kiss. Their tongues danced with each other. (Y/N) could taste a mixture of himself and the strawberry-flavored lube on Crowley’s tongue.
Each thrust brought a new wave of pleasure, Crowley’s cock brushing against his prostate. (Y/N)’s cock and balls jerked and he knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. He pulled away, one of his hands falling to Crowley’s chest, which was equally as sweat-covered as his. It was difficult to find the strength to speak, at first, but he mustered up what little control of himself he had to do so.
“Crowley,” he moaned. “I’m gonna come. Please, can I come?”
“Not yet,” Crowley sounded breathless. “I want to come with you.”
“Want you to come inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!” He moaned loudly as Crowley’s cock stroked his prostate again.
Crowley growled as his lips dove down towards (Y/N)’s neck, littering it with small kisses, teeth scraping over his skin.
“I can’t wait to fill you up. Can’t wait to make you mine,” Crowley growled.
(Y/N) did everything in his power to hold back his orgasm, the one thing he had been trying to reach all this time. It became harder and harder the more they went on. Finally, he felt Crowley’s thrusts start to sputter, and Crowley’s grunts and moans were getting higher in pitch. Crowley reached between their bodies, his hand finding (Y/N)’s cock and he began to stroke it in time with his thrusts.
“Come.”
And that was all the permission he needed. (Y/N) came hard, cock spasming violently in Crowley’s hand and balls convulsing as he shot his load onto his and Crowley’s chests and stomachs. Planets, stars, galaxies, universes, it was almost as if (Y/N) was lost in time and space itself. If he didn’t know any better, he swore he would have passed out from the pleasure had it not been for Crowley keeping him grounded.
Following his orgasm, he felt Crowley still inside of him and, soon, felt the warm sensation of his load deep within his hole. They stayed there, interlocked with one another, their bodies completely frozen in time. What felt like ages later, Crowley slowly pulled out of him, a wet pop echoing throughout the room, before he collapsed beside him on the bed. (Y/N)’s arms fell beside him, his chest moving rapidly as he struggled to regain his composure.
As he lay there, post-orgasmic clarity set in.
He had fucked the King of Hell.
More importantly, he had fucked the King of Hell and liked it.
God, he was such a terrible hunter.
His eyes trailed over to Crowley, who was still recovering from his own orgasm. He could see faint, red scratch marks across his face, chest, and right shoulder. (Y/N) didn’t even realize his nails had dug into him until then. Crowley turned his head towards him.
“Well you weren’t the whimpering mess that I assumed you would be,” Crowley began. “But I’ll take begging any day.”
(Y/N) couldn’t help but roll his eyes and he had found the strength to speak to be gone by that point. What was he even supposed to say to him? Thanks for the sex, I’ll go find your demons now? With one-night stands, he would always just get up, grab his clothes, and walk out of the motel room, but this was a little different. He was in his own home. Was he just supposed to kick Crowley out? That would seem a bit rude, wouldn’t it?
“Care for a cuddle?” Crowley’s words broke his train of thought.
“A what?” His voice had returned.
“A cuddle.”
(Y/N) snorted. “The King of Hell wants to cuddle.” He said it more like a statement rather than a question.
“I take care of my lovers, (Y/N). Aftercare is just as important as foreplay.”
(Y/N) opened his mouth to speak, but found, again, that the words were lost to him. He just gave a simple nod and the two of them moved closer together. Crowley wrapped an arm underneath his shoulders and over his waist, pulling their naked bodies close. (Y/N) placed one of his hands on Crowley’s torso, his head lying against his chest. A part of him was expecting to hear a heartbeat echo in his ear, but the lack thereof only reminded him of his sins. They sat in silence for a while, embracing one another. Crowley’s hand slowly rubbed (Y/N)’s hips, and it made him realize just how sore he was going to be for a while.
He didn’t care.
“You know,” Crowley finally spoke up. “If you ever become too tense, you can always give me a call. I have no problem giving in to your needs.”
“I’m not that desperate,” (Y/N) mumbled.
Crowley chuckled, and (Y/N) could feel the vibration against his fingertips and cheek. “I beg to differ, darling, with the way you were just begging for release.”
(Y/N)’s cheeks heated up. He knew what he had done was wrong, but whoever said that hunters had to be perfect? Or right, for that matter. No one had gotten hurt - maybe he would hurt for a while after this, but that was beside the point - and demons were going to be hunted down as a result of their deal. Crowley wasn’t a selfish lover, quite the contrary. He was the best that (Y/N) ever had. He was only human. Despite the moral aspect of it all, perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to have someone like Crowley just a call away.
For his needs.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
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Irritating People, The Family Business
Pairing: Crowley X Reader (he/him)
Requested by: anon
Written for: my 300 follower celebration (open)
Warnings: canon typical levels of violence, blood, injury, talk of stitches, reader being Bad At Feelings™
Word Count: 1,308
Summary: Y/N got hurt on a hunt. Crowley seemed to take it not as cool as anyone else thought. Arguments, some shouting and a confession here and there ensues.
"Oh for God's sake, moose! The blood won't stop flowing just because you stare at it!"
His mouth was awfully dry. Ironically, that was the first thing Y/N noticed upon waking up.
Or coming back to consciousness. The next thing he noticed was his pounding headache. Oh, and his side feeling like someone was pushing a candle inside his ribcage.
It didn't help that Crowley and Sam were arguing loudly right now.
"I'm not staring, I'm trying to figure out if he needs stitches or a hospital!" Sam was past pissed, Y/N didn't even need to open his eyes to see that. Where were they again? Last thing he remembered was fighting off the ghouls and one of them drawing a knife on him.
Suddenly there was a lot of pressure on his side. Y/N groaned weakly and attempted to roll away from the pain. It did not work. While one pair of hands was seemingly disposing a nice little car on top of him, another was holding his body in place.
"Maybe if you'd heal it, we wouldn't need to have this damn fight!" That was Dean. It solved the riddle of who was pushing him through the ground as well. His voice was coming from right over him so Y/N took a wild guess and said that the older Winchester was currently practicing his patchin-up-skills on him while cussing out Crowley.
Who huffed from somewhere behind his head. "I'm a demon. We destroy things, not put them back together. If I would put my magic hands on your boy, I'd do more damage than good."
"Then leave and let us work dammit!" Sam was speaking quietly by now which was always a sign for whoever he was talking to to run.
This time around, the room was quieter when he woke up. It was less painful too. To wake up - not the room. Luckily, it was his own room back at the bunker which meant that they travelled a great deal while Y/N had been sleeping. Or unconscious.
And Crowley was a smart demon apparently. The last thing Y/N heard before he felt the cold needle pierce his skin was Crowley taking off. Then, the world became black once again.
But it wasn't silent. People were taking outside, Sam's deep rumble against Dean's agitated exclamations.
Crowley had been working together with them on the job as they had suspected Lucifer-allied demons rather than the bunch of ghouls they got instead. Well, jokes on them, the ghouls were working with Lucifer as well and took great fun in using them as punching bags.
What was surprising about the situation was that Crowley actually kept being helpful. Sure, he'd never outright pushed them into the danger zone but that didn't mean that he hurried to save them.
Okay, apparently he did do that. Y/N had the distinct memory of someone smaller, someone more his size taking his weight before he hit the ground. He knew how it felt being carried around by the Winchesters and Y/N was pretty sure that it had been neither of them who stopped him from kissing the ground.
Which left Y/N with the questionable knowledge that it was entirely possible that the demon had carried him out of the lair. The feelings somewhere in his chest area that bloomed at that realisation were a whole old new cans of worms Y/N firmly pushed to the side.
"Feeling better, Love?" Crowley asked and pushed himself off the wall.
Y/N startled and immediately cursed himself for it. Movement irritated the stab wound. He really needed to remember that.
It didn't go unnoticed by Crowley either. He was next to him in a heartbeat, hands pushing him back down into the mattress. It was a surprisingly gentle touch. "Hey, easy Y/N. Don't want you pulling the stitches right after Sam invested so much energy into them, would you?"
The dry statement had Y/N snorting which of course only led to more pain. "Shit, stop making me laugh."
"Well what should I rather be making you do?" Crowley stepped back, sarcasm deeply laced into the words. Y/N wasn't entirely sure if that wasn't just the way he spoke.
But his body language didn't match the tone. He was stepping back already, his fingers troubling his sleeve and his eyes jumping between Y/N's ribs and his face.
Almost like -
No, Crowley surely wasn't nervous.
But-
"Are you worried for me, Crowley?" Y/N asked incredulously.
Crowley scoffed and momentarily was able to look him in the eyes. "What do ya think, love?"
Two times in a row. Two times Crowley now had used that endearment - no that nickname, endearments were for people that were, y'know dear to him - for him.
That didn't stop Y/N's palms from getting sweaty and his mind from producing rosy day dreams. Who knew, maybe Crowley actually did mean it like he hoped he was.
That thought process alone threw him enough off balance to blurt out what ran through his mind. "Wait, you do?"
"I think I'm in love with you, Y/N, of course I care about you," Crowley stated as if that was the most normal thing in the world. The only clue for his supposed inner turmoil was the fact that he still wasn't looking at Y/N's face and rather a point over his shoulder, "Now would you do me a favour and stop fidgeting around so your stitches stay where they are?"
Out of sheer self preservation he did. Or maybe that was just the shock. Y/N was pretty sure that his jaw might have met his blanket intimately now.
Nope. He was hallucinating. That had to be it. Dean gave him some of the good pain medication, that was for sure.
"You're not looking very smart right now," Crowley pointed out though Y/N didn't know how he could tell as he was still not looking at him.
For some reason that sold it for him. This was real and Y/N would be chopping his head off if Crowley was playing power games right now. "Did you just say that you're in love with me?!"
"Based on your reaction that's not what you wanted to hear so no, I said that I think," Crowley emphasised the word especially which was just ridiculous, "that I'm in love with you."
And because Y/N was just about as emotionally constipated as the hunters he was living with, he didn't confess his own undying (and embarrassing) love and instead huffed annoyed. "And how am I supposed to understand that?"
"My God can you be irritating," Crowley groaned and drew his hand over his face.
Oh yeah? Well how about that?
With a force Crowley didn't expect and Y/N bitterly regretted, he yanked the demon down by his tie and into a kiss. His stitches were burning up from the strain he put them through but the squeak Crowley let out was worth it.
Y/N pushed just about every ounce of hope and anger into the kiss and worked his way to Crowley actually returning it. It was a moment of struggle and the dawning feeling that Y/N just made a horrible horrible mistake but eventually his lips relaxed and he started moving them against Y/N's. A heartbeat later, there was a hand on his neck, gently tilting his head for better access.
"I think I'm in love with you too," Y/N said once they broke the kiss for some air.
Crowley raised his eyebrows. "Oh, do you now?"
"Don't be smart with me mister, I saw how nervous you were." Y/N grinned confidently leaned back into the pillows.
Y/N was pretty sure that Crowley would have slapped his shoulder now if he hadn't been injured. But he was so Crowley had to resort to exasperated glaring.
This was going to be fun.
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That's Why I Hate Halloween (Crowley x Male!Reader)
A/N: This was a contest entry on deviantart. Just to help you understand a bit of the story, one Gabriel is alive and Crowley doesn't appear in the story until the end. You are also Gabriel's twin.
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"Come on boys, I've got us a case." (Y/N) says as he walks into the bunker. Castiel is God knows where, so it was just him and the Winchesters.
"How do we know that what you have is even a case?" Dean asks cockily. 'Honestly, just because I'm an angel doesn't mean I don't understand the difference between a case and a normal death' (Y/N) thought.
"Well...hmmm...let me see. Maybe because the vic's heads were ripped off and were described as mauled."
"Well, there you go mauled, not a case just a normal dea-" Dean starts.
"On the 12th floor of a hotel." (Y/N) finishes, smirking.
"Yeah, that sounds like a case to me, let's check it out." Sam says to which Dean eagerly agrees.
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The Winchesters and (Y/N) walk into the room of the murder, the stank of death hitting them immediately. They headed toward the policeman on duty, flashing their fake FBI badges. "Hello Officer, my name is Agent Young, this is my partner Agent Scott and our Rookie Agent Evans." Dean starts pointing to each, (Y/N) looking put out at being called a rookie.
"It's a pleasure to be working with you Agents, I'm Deputy Rudd. I'm really glad you’re here actually, I can't make heads or tails of this one." Rudd replied.
"This is the third one this week?" (Y/N) asked.
"Third one in the past three days unfortunately." We walked over to the body covered on the floor. Lifting the covering we could see that the head had been ripped completely off and the body's gender was almost unrecognisable. "Who was she?"
"Miss Lara Fry, 26 years old." With that the Deputy left to speak to the other officers.
"Seen anything odd?" Dean asks Sam who was observing the body. “It looks like an animal attack since the marks around, what is left of, the neck are made by teeth, probably canine."
"Meaning Werewolf or Hell Hound right?" (Y/N) asked.
"Seems the most likely. You two should check out the families, see if anyone has gotten lucky in the last ten years. I'll go to the library, see what I can find out about what they were up to in the last few days." Sam ordered. It was a good plan and the best one they had so they all agreed and set off to their allocated jobs.
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In the Fry Residence
"We are truly sorry for your loss Mrs. Fry." (Y/N) says soothingly. Mrs. Fry just smiles sadly in response. "Miss, please. I'm not a Mrs anymore, we have finally decided to go through with our divorce."
"Divorce?" Dean asks suddenly interested.
"Yeah, we were going to divorce when our baby girl was sixteen but decided to stay together for her. I'm...not entirely sure why though, we were at each other’s throats most of the time."
"I see, was the decision a spur of the moment or had you had a discussion about it?" (Y/N) asked, finally understanding Dean's interest in the matter.
"It was all so sudden actually, we were arguing one minute, then deciding to have another go for Lara's sake the next."
"Right. Thank you for your time Miss...."
"Constantine."
"Miss. Constantine. If you think of anything else, just give us a call." Dean says whilst handing her a card.
"Of course, Agents." With that they both left the house. (Y/N) decided to be the one to call Sam and tell him of the news they had found. "Anything?" Sam’s voice rings through the speaker.
"You'll never guess whose parents decided to magically stick together ten years ago."
"Lara's?"
"The one and only. So definitely Hell Hound. You find anything?"
"Yeah, a family of two...uh...The Oswald's. The mother's daughter survived stage four cancer and is still fit and healthy to this day."
"How long?"
"Ten years today." (Y/N) looks towards Dean and mouths 'Hunting Tonight'. "I've got a really bad feeling about this guys, something's not right."
"Stop being a wuss (Y/N)"
"Shut it Dean....We're on our way Sam."
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They followed Ms. Oswald all day and when night fell she went out back towards the barn. The boys and (Y/N) followed closely behind. When they were heading towards the barn, they lost sight of the woman they were tailing. "Where'd she go?" (Y/N) whispered. Suddenly, they each froze as they heard growling coming from behind them. Turning they saw nothing was there but the growling was getting closer. "I told you something was wrong."
"Hell Hound." Sam unnecessarily confirmed.
"RUN!" Dean shouted. They headed towards the barn, Sam ahead of the others as he was the fastest. When they reached the barn they closed the door and blocked it behind them.
It all becomes too much for (Y/N), the loud growling. The fear of death. He put his head into his hands and started to cry. Sam and Dean looked at him, no idea how to get out of the situation. The Angels were grounded, he couldn't fly out. They had promised Cas, they would look out for and protect him and now look. They have gotten another person in a deadly situation. They both approached him, Sam sitting next to him and wrapping his arm comfortingly around his shaking shoulders. Dean kneeling in front of him. Both apologising for getting him into this mess, arguing with each other over whose fault it was, then apologising some more.
(Y/N) started shaking more. This time however, for a different reason. Laughing. He was Laughing. He lifted his head to show no tears on his face and that he was full of laughter. The boys looked at him thoroughly confused. (Y/N) then gets up, walking toward the barn door. Before Sam or Dean could protest or stop him, he was already speaking. "Skylar! Down girl!" The Hell Hounds growling ceased immediately. "Good girl, go home now, good Skylar!" The only sound was of the Hell Hound leaving the barn and heading away. Sam and Dean were staring at (Y/N) astonished. "Wha...?" Suddenly the door opens up revealing one smirking Crowley and a certain someone’s twin angel, who couldn't control his laughing anymore. "Happy Halloween Boys!" (Y/N) says towards the very confused brothers.
"Wait...you?...the hound...but what about the case?" Sam asked once he figured out which question he wanted answered first.
"Was never real! Talk about a great Halloween prank, recommend picking treat next time boys" Gabriel replied, looking altogether way to smug for the brother's liking. Crowley walks toward (Y/N) wrapping his arms around his waist. "That was perfect love." He says smirking, his smirk then softening into a smile as he looks into his eyes, "I love you, my king." You had only just managed an 'I love you' back to Crowley before Dean ruined the moment by shouting "You planned this" Pointing very rudely at (Y/N).
"Yep!" was the chipper reply.
"And that, is why I hate Halloween." Dean mumbles sulkily.
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MEETINGS
Dire Crowley x male reader
Bottom Crowley, top reader, smut, nsfw, biting, dirty talk, rough sex, sweet words
"hello again crowley" (name) grunted as he had the head mage of the night raven academies legs over his shoulders, thrusting into the others ass with a shit eating grin, the black haired man laying on his own mahogany desk crying in pleasure as the royal swords academy headmaster fucked him stupid "I missed you, did you miss me?" He teased as he kissed the others chest, dress shirt and best ripped open in the heat of the moment, leaving bite marks across his pale flesh as Crowley clawed at his back.
Crowley loved the feeling of (name)s cock stretch him out, shaping his insides to fit him as the other looked dishevelled as he focused his thrusts perfectly, Crowley never wanted it to stop as he felt his insides get rearranged.
He got very excited for (name)s "meetings".
"So generous of you to invite me to beild relationships with me~" Crowley couldn't get a word out as (name) moved him so he could hit his prostate better "ahn!" No snark or cheeky comments as (name)s balls slapped against his ass "god you're so pretty like this... Wish I could have you like this every day..." (Name) said kissing the other, mask long removed as their lips chased one another "you're so perfect... So wonderful..." (Name) loved praising the other, feeding his ego.
And Crowley felt on cloud nine as his beloved worshiped him, kissing him sloppily and whined as (name)s tongue slipped in and gently coaxed him to kiss back, the poor dark made struggling to keep up with the heat of the passion.
"Mmh!" (Name) swollowed moans and whines as he rubbed the others waist and the bruises he left from gripping particularly hard, shifting his thrusts to be a bit more slow as he pushed in nice and deep and swore he could see the outline of his cock.
(Name) let Crowley's legs drop to wrap around (name)s waist, the man pressing his hand against Crowley's abdomen and he could feel his cock go in and out.
"Do you feel that? My cock going in and out of your sloppy little cunt?" (Name) teased while licking at his nipple, Crowley arching his back as felt (name)s hot tongue swirl around his areola before biting at his nipple, (name) pulling Crowley close with one arm wrapped around his waist "don't worry my song bird... I'll take care of you" he promised as he fucked him well and good, stroking his cock in rhythm.
"Please... Fuck oh!" Crowley was such a sweetheart when fucked stupid...
He was so beautiful, sweaty and glowing as he let (name) use him like a sex toy... Maybe one day the fates would allow him to be with Crowley forever, bound by magic for eternity...
"Close...! Fuck (name)!" Crowley cried out as he bit into (name)s shoulder, causing the other to hiss as he picked up speed and left hickeys across Crowley's neck and shoulder as the other sang sweetly for him "so big..." Crowley whined as his body shook out an orgasm.
"I'll fill you up so well... Don't you worry my beloved..." (Name) would give Crowley his life if it meant his happiness would be fulfilled... But for now his cum would have to suffice.
(Name) kept his pace as Crowley's cum covered both their chests, (name)s eyes closed as he felt himself get close "so good, so fucking tight for me... God you're perfect... A perfect little hole for me... I love you" (name) confessed as Crowley looked for once out of words and pulled him into a greedy kiss as (name) came deep within him.
Slow thrusts as he rode out his climax before slowly pulling out his cock and cum dripping out of his ass "beautiful..." (Name) loved Crowley at all times, especially like this.
"I... I love you as well." Crowley mumbled while (name) waved his hand to summon a wash cloth to clean the dark mage "maybe next time I could take you to dinner for our "meetings", must keep peace yes?" (Name) asked as he crouched infront of Crowley to wash the sweat off his body.
"Since I'm so generous, I'll agree to your silly dinner"
"Wonderful"
They couldn't be together the way they wished but this was close enough, the two looking at each other longingly as Crowley put his mask back on.
"Now, be a good little mage and help me to the restroom, the least you could do for blowing my back like that"
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They React To You Being Asexual
Dean, Sam, Castiel, Crowley, Rowena, Lucifer
(this is going to be a thing that I do regularly so request)
Dean Winchester
The both of you have been dating for almost a month now. You weren't oblivious to the fact that Dean was a very touchy guy. He would go to bars and pick up women all the time before you came around. Maybe that's why you had a pit in your stomach. You go to dean who was in the main room of the bunker and ask dean if you could talk to him in private.
He gets up and walks into your guys's room. "what's going on. Something happen?" he asks and you shake your head. "no not yet. Uh I just thought I should tell you something" He sits down on the bed and looks at you. :alright what's going on?" you take a deep breath in and speak all in one breath "Im asexual. I know that you like sex which is not a fault but I just know i'm not going to be able to give that to you"
He asks you to explain it to him and when you do he nods and its quiet for a moment before he speaks. "babe this isn't going to change anything between us. You don't want sex. that's fine i can take care of myself if i need to. Don't feel bad" when you sit beside him hs places his hand on your thigh and you rest your head on his shoulder.
Sam winchester
Your boyfriend was sitting on the bed reading when you entered the room. He looked so nice in the sweatshirt and sweatpants he was wearing. You were taking a moment to think about how you wanted to tell him that you were asexual.
Sam had never once made you feel as if you had to do anything you didn't want to do. If anything he was always cautious for first moves. your first kiss he leaned in slowly, making you close the gap. He also never really asked or initiated for the both of you to go any further beyond just kissing and cuddling. You had a feeling he knew which made you less nervous. "whets going on in that head of yours" he asks as he looks over at you.
You sit onto the bed beside him. "there's something I need to tell you" he puts his book down to give you his full attention before nodding. You take a breath before saying calmly "i'm asexual. I don't ever want to have sex with you. I should have told you sooner and i'm so sorry I didnt i was just waiting for the right time an-" You stop speaking because sam has placed both of his hands on the sides of your face and kisses your lips. "its okay honey, I have had a feeling that you might be and I still love you either way. Plus i have a lower sex drive than most people so you dont have to worry with me okay?" You nod and you cuddle up against him as he reads a little while longer.
Castiel
You were sitting on your bed just thinking about how you were to tell your boyfriend that you were asexual. Your boyfriend had never really said anything about wanting sex or anything like that but it still made you nervous. You knew Castiel wouldn't break up with you because of it. So once you calmed yourself down a bit you prayed for him. "castiel I need to speak with you"
Wasnt even 2 minutes later and hes standing in front of you. "Theres something on your mind?" he asks and you nod. "yes there is. I just needed to tell you that if we are going to continue our relationship..there will be no sexual acts. Kissing and everything is fine but just not sex."
He looks at you for a moment before he takes your hand in his "That is perfectly fine. Angels dont need to have sex." you lean in and kiss his cheek and hug him
Crowley
Crowley had been in one of his moods today. Your boyfriend was a very moody person. One thing could piss him off so because of this you were not looking forward to telling him about the fact that you are asexual. In fact you were thinking about not telling him. Not for a while anyways.
However when he walked into the room he could see the way you didnt come up to him to welcome him back like you always did. So he crossed his arms and looked at you. "what" you asked as you looked up at him. "What is going on? You arent acting normal" this caused you to roll your eyes at him. "when have I ever been normal" he shrugs but doesn't say anything else which makes you sigh.
You laid down onto the big bed you two shared. "Crowley I am asexual. That's why I haven't made a move to do anything more than kissing" He uncrossed his arms and lays down beside you. "really that's what's got you so weird?" nodding in response he rolls his eyes. "I'm a demon and have lived much longer than you have. You being asexual is the least of my problems. I want to be with you either way"
Rowena
Rowena was doing some of her witchy stuff looking beautiful while she focused. You knew you shouldn't interrupt her but this was eating you alive. Your friends had been talking about their partners and how they were great in bed and everything else. You loved your friends of course but its started to eat away at you. That you couldnt and wouldnt give that to Rowena.
She was a woman and many women want that part of the relationship. That kind if intimacy and you were feeling awful about it. Rowena deserved an explanation so before you could talk yourself out of it you walked up to the table and took a seat. "Rowena Love" She looked up at you and when she noticed how you looked she stopped what she was doing. "what's wrong dear"
You let out a long sigh before explaining to her about what you and your friends were talking about and then you pause for a moment before speaking again. "I know that you probably want that and I cant give it to you. How could you possibly be happy like this" She places both her hands on the sides of your cheeks and kisses your forehead then your lips. "I am happy with you. There has not been a moment where I doubted us or my feelings for you. You are the one that I want to be with for the rest of our time here" She pulls you into a soft hug
Lucifer
You had just walked back into your home and Your partner was sitting on his chair that he had claimed as like his "throne". He had been talking to a few other demons that worked for him and so you tried to walk quickly past them but he made you stop. "where do you think your going?" he wasn't angry he was just confused because you usually greet him when you come back home. You look at him "i'm going to our bedroom"
He could tell by the tone of your voice and your body language that something was wrong. So he quickly made the demons leave before turning to look back at you. "come here" you walked closer to him and he looked at you sitting up more on his chair. "what happened while you were out?" He was very protective over you and it was written all over his face. You knew he was going to find out anyways so you begin to tell him.
You tell him about how your friends were asking about how you and your boyfriend was. Asking how the sex is going etc etc. Lucifer nodded and was actually letting you finish speaking. "when I told them that. We don't have sex because i'm asexual they started judging me and everything." He almost speaks up but you cut him off "why do you stay with me. Lucifer I know that you have had many demons and even other angels in your bed before. Why stay with the one who cant give you what you need"
Lucifer looks at you as if you just said something in a language he didn't understand. He uses his power to bring you closer to him and then he stops and holds his arms out for you. Silently telling you to sit with him and so you do. You sit on his lap and rest your head on his shoulder. "I may have had others share a bed with me. But none of them have had such a emotional hold on me before. You are the one that i fell in love with. Don't ever doubt me or my feelings towards you." he says the last part with such a serious tone and all you can do is nod and let him hold you.
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/ / LIAR!
Fandoms: Twisted wonderland
AU: Overblot - SADNESS
ANGER - SADNESS (YOU'RE HERE)
Imagine that...
Liar, crowley is a damn big fat liar. he promised to get u back to ur world, yet made u worked countless of pointless jobs. made u do all the things that lazy crow cant do. and what does he give u in return? NOTHING. not even a home to go to.. your own home. Why did the tsumtsums get to go home quickly? weren't they in the same situation as you?
you were walking in the hallway towards crowleys office with heavy steps. fist clenched while holding a letter (the letter littered with dark ink).. the crumbled piece of paper looked like it was for crowley.. it looks like it was sent after the week u defeated overblot riddle.. lets rewind a bit.. the time where the letter was in the pile of all the stacked up paperwork that crowley dumped onto you..
you were curious on what the message was written.. the letter was burnt and looked like the one who received this letter tried to burn it, rip it, or in general just get rid of it.. though, looks like it failed. you began to read it.. your expressions morphed into shock, happy, and then anger. this letter.. this was the one.. the key to getting back home.. you looked at the date it was sent of.. it was.. after riddles overblot.
Your eyes tremble from looking at the number.. huh? that.. long ago? why.. why didn't he.. you teeth began to clack and brows furrowed.. a few dark ink dripped from your fingernails and legs..
now you were Infront of crowleys door. a dark look in your eyes. this wasn't fair.. not fair.. not FAIR! you spent your days working away with work waiting oh so patiently for crowley to find u a way back home.. yet he didn't! why?! was it because he found u useful? were u just a toy for him to use to go out and play?! disgusting.
dark ink began to continuously drip from u are u slowly open the door startling Crowley who was reading a manga? well that didn't matter.
u slammed the letter onto his desk while looking straight at those glowing eyes behind his mask. "headmage.. please tell me.. what is the meaning of this letter.." u asked voice filled with visible anger and betrayal as u dipped your head down. crowley took the letter that was placed onto his desk and read it. he read over the contents as his expression morphed into shock.
"prefect.. how did you get this letter.." he spoke with caution as he crumbled that letter and placed it over the candle making it turn into ashes. your eyes narrowed and looked at the ashes that fell.. the only letter of your key has been destroyed. "i do not know where u got that letter from but it is rude to snoop and read of someones elses privacy. didn't your parents teach you such manners?" he sighed and sat down.
you eye twitched as u tremble on your spot. "how could my parents teach me when i cant even go back home because of you." you spat out making crowley frown. "your disrespect is going off limits prefect. i suggest u apologize and leave, maybe i will let u off the hook as i am -" you slammed your foot down making shockwaves sending crowley to hold onto the desk as the ground crack.
"SHUT UP!" the blot began to grow larger in size and u grip your hair in frustration. "i have learned the truth crowley. how much more are u gonna lie and gaslight me?! i have waited and waited and waited for the time, i get to finally go home! to get embrace by my parents and friends! i have a future ahead and your ruining for me!!" you started to let out angry tears and u fell to the ground and cried. "ITS NOT FAIR! LOOK AT THE TSUMMIES! THE GET TO GO HOME EARLY WHILE I HAVE BEEN HERE LONG ENOUGH!!"
The shockwave of your voice made the walls crack as crowley called for backup, he was shaking and looking at your form. your body started to get covered with blot as u cried tears of dark ink. "WAS IT BECAUSE I COULD FIX THE OVERBLOTS?! WAS I JUST A SINGLE CHESS PIECE FOR U?!!!" you continued to cry and cry as the blot spread even faster, it was also covering the walls and floor.
"prefect!" the first years and grim entered the door to figure out what the commotion was about. but they never expect this scene..
"its unfair unfairunfairunfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair....." you kept repeating the word as the time abruptly stopped. the air was filled with toxin of gas much like vils overblot.. yet stronger with the emotion.
.....
it was dark. your tears wont stop coming. u felt.. dissapointed in yourself. the solution was there all along.. the happiness and freedom u have been waiting for.. yet.. it was just swatted away with no remorse. with no other objections but to decline it. was it punishment? you have been a good child... why.. why did this happen to me.. "mama? i am scared.. please.. i need you.."
"mama.. mommy.. wahhh.!!!!!" you screamed making the building/office collapse, the people in the near area were thrown as u finally get consumed by blot.
.......
was this a dream..? please.. let this be a dream.. i didn't mean to let my emotions go.. i didn't.. u understand me right..? overblot me?
'YOU' smiled as 'YOU' embraced you. you hugged them tightly. as u sniffle and let your tears come out. "it wasn't fair.. it wasn't but i'm glad u understand me.. you were always here for me.. you wont leave me right?" you frowned and held them close. 'YOU' looked at you and grinned. "of course.. i will never leave... ever. so lets stay in our world together.. forever.." you looked at them and nodded.
ignoring the bloody scene that was infront and back.. and a single feathered hat lying ontop of the piles of bodies.. it was just a dream (name) so dont ever leave.
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HEAR ME OUT ABOUT DIAVAL!READER
I just need somewhere to just write that and people need to hear me out on this : A MALE!Y/N BEING DIAVAL. THE REAL DIAVAL.
Like, yk Diaval in the movie ? That's him, but with a different apparence. He rename himself Y/N for people not recognized him as Diaval.
And one day, Aurora or Maleficent come and say something like "Oh ! Hey Diaval !" (If it's Aurora) or "Long time no see, Diaval." (If it's Maleficent). And I can just see everyone confused because Reader hide the fact he was Diaval and a crow (like he was in a human form, and people had only think he was a human in Diasomnia that know too much).
Also, I can see Crowley that is the real crow of the Evil Queen. And Y/N know he's the crow of the evil queen, and Crowley know he is Diaval. And it would just be akward in public between them, but in private ? I CALL THEM GOSSIPY BITCH-
And just imagine Crowley when he was the evil queen crow with no name, so Diaval found him the name Crowley, and for thanking him, Crowley give him the name Y/N. And years after, Diaval rename himself Y/N before going to the NRC and the evil queen crow rename himself Crowley before being the headmage of the NRC... THEY ARE BROTHERS OUR HONOR.
I also can see Diaval!Y/N scolding Crowley for making Yuu do all his work.
And in the theory Overblot!Crowley, I can just imagine Diaval!Y/N knowing something is wrong with Crowley and finding pretty quickly that Crowley is an overblotter, and (for the phantom!Grim theory) Grim being his phantom. I just know Diaval!Y/N will do all for protecting the children and the staff, he won't fight Crowley because he wasn't a threat (for now) and because he was his friend. And I know Diaval!Y/N will blame himself for Crowley overblot. I just know it.
And for Grim, even if he is a phantom, Diaval!Y/N will just act like if he was a normal child. He'll just watch him a little more closely than the others.
*Ahem*, yeah, just hear me out on crow of the queen!crowley and Diaval!Y/N and the NRC staff and students just being confused.
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I have a concept/idea for twst where you are Crowley.
Let me explain;
Okay so basically, I don't know if this has existed before but my idea is that you are Crowley. I'm making you 19 and the first years are NOT romantic interests(only the second and third years, Leona as well ig, are love interest) and as well as the supposed adults; Crewel and Sam!
Originally I wanted this to be leaning towards female because I thought it'll be funny but I changed it to any gender available really so male, non binary, etc are included. Btw, high heels. I want you to wear high heels. They're hot. I'm not ashamed. Short or tall, male or female, I do not care - if you wear heels you're amazing.
I can explain more if anyone is interested I don't know
Here are some scenes I made up;
[Name]: ACE DONOVAN TRAPPOLA! YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE!
Epel: Donovan? DONOVAN??
Ace, shivering rethinking what he has done: shut up, epel, she gave me that middle name by force and I have no control
— beep —
[Name]: Unbelievable! Leona, if you have nothing better to do than lounge around, it's best for you to not be here at all!
Leona smirking: Then where else should I be? Your bed?
[Name] stumbling in surprise: U-UNACCEPTABLE!
— beep —
Vil: It makes me wonder, dearest headmaster.. why aren't you in the modeling agency? You have the looks but of course not better than me
[Name]: Because for I am gracious, I rather let others outshine me for their spotlight!
Crewel, who knows why they don't do modeling: Gracious, my ass.
— beep —
Azul: Certainly headmaster, I can bring this school to new heights! All you have to do is sign this contract~
[Name] being held hostage by the twins: I-I will agree to your terms for I am gracious!
Floyd: Yayyy~ [insert marine animal] agreed to stay with us~
[Name]: I don't want this school anymore
#disney twst#twst wonderland#twst#twst x male reader#twst x reader#twst x you#twst x female reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland incorrect quotes#twisted wonderland x male reader#twisted wonderland x reader#x reader#x male reader#x female reader#You're Crowley Au#read in they/them thank you
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You Have Bad Luck (Team Free Will x Male Reader)
A/N: This idea entered my head and I wanted to get it out soon so hopefully this is close enough to the theme of Halloween lol. Enjoy!
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DEAN
Dean is constantly bouncing between finding it funny and being worried about your well-being. Whenever you end up tripping or walking into a door he can't help but find it a little funny. However, if the fall looks particularly bad he will refrain from laughing at the moment and check up on you. Dean has basically forbidden you from going on hunts with them since he is not willing to risk your bad luck affecting you at the wrong time. If you do want to help them out Dean will let you do some research for them but that is about as far as he will go.
SAM
Sam tends to have more worry when it comes to you and your bad luck. He will tend to pay more attention to you when you are around him to make sure you don't get too hurt. Sam will also keep you away from being on the front lines of a hunt but is more willing to let you help with the research. He also finds your bad luck kind of interesting and will usually give you good luck charms that he finds to see how they affect your natural bad luck. Sam does his best to counteract your bad luck by catching you before you fall or giving you a sturdy phone case to prevent your phone from cracking.
CASTIEL
Cas is very confused by the bad luck that follows you around. At first, Cas wouldn't exactly know how often it affects you but as time goes on he would start to get a feeling for how it operates and would act accordingly. Whenever you end up injured he will heal you with his grace and make sure that you are okay. Cas is more willing to take you along with him on hunts since he knows he can heal you if you end up injured. However, there will still be times when Cas thinks it would be best for you to hang back and help with the research.
CROWLEY
Crowley found your bad luck to be very interesting. When he first learned about it he joked about your ancestor pissing a witch off as a reason for it. Crowley has no qualms about making a quip or two whenever you trip on a rock or when you forget your wallet at home. He will make sure that you are not too hurt though he will never do so in an obvious way. Crowley tends to no bring you with him to meetings and stuff with one of the reasons being that your bad luck could cause unnecessary distractions to him and his work. His favorite nickname for you is "Black Cat" for obvious reasons.
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Imagine Crowley pathetically humping your leg, begging for nothing, practically babbling. “Please, oh god please.” He whines.
Gripping your thigh and planting his head on your knee, he pants and whimpers while his cock is leaking all over the rough material of your pants. You can feel his pretty cock slipping all over your leg, as he looks up, practically begging for a kiss.
Of course you lean in, and satisfy his wants. Once your lips touch his, he’s crying and letting squirts of his milky cum smear all over your leg.
He’s twitching and panting, and both of you know, he’s nowhere near done.
#crowley#crowley x reader#crowley smut#crowley x male reader#crowley x y/n#Crowley x fem!reader#Crowley x Gn!reader#sub!crowley#good omens smut
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"You're Just a Boy, You Are No Man, And Nobody You Know Will Understand"
Twst staff finding out stealth ftm reader is trans (platonic)
Reader is a trans man and implied to pass, misgendering, mentions of dysphoria and periods
A/N: Back with a part two to this post after the poll came out mostly positive. I really love the staff taking on a parental role to Yuu/player, its just so sweet.
Dire Crowley
Getting teleported to twisted Wonderland was a very difficult experience, and of first the first person you met, and the one causing most of the problems for you, was Crowley. As the headmage of the school, he had to do something with you and generally take care of you. it was only a matter of time before you had to tell him the truth.
This doesn't mean you avoided the inevitable conversation as much you could. You were able to go a few weeks without running into an issue, that being the dreadful natural process that comes once every month.
While you could run to Sam, there was the small issue of the right clothes to wear, after all boxers won't really cut it in this situation, so unfortunately you had to go to Crowley for the right things to wear.
It was definitely an uncomfortable situation , sitting in Crowley's office, having to explain the situation to him. He was also, clearly, made a bit uncomfortable by the situation, but as headmage of the school, it was his job to provide you with what you needed.
you could already sense that dreaded feeling coming in the back of your throat as you explained. You really didn't want to cry in front of him, it was embarrassing, but there was really nothing you could do to stop it. In all honesty, Crowley doesn't know how to react in this situation, he's not really good with comforting and all that, so he isn't sure what to do once you get up and leave once the conversation, tears threatening to pour from your eyes.
You do find the next day, however, the clothes you requested, although you're decently sure he made a guess on the sizing, and a small chocolate bar. A small note sat with the items, reading "You've been excused of all chores for this week, take the break you need". Truly a bird dad at heart, even when he's not good with the talking part.
Divus Crewel
While Crewel can be seen as, well, cruel, he's taken a liking to you as you've made your way into Night Raven College. Now obviously he hadn't thought much of Crowley, knowing he did the bare minimum keeping you at the school, but he didn't expect this.
Other than your school uniform and the clothes you showed up in, you really didn't have anything else to wear, and he was not having it. Of course once he found out he dragged you to the nearest clothing store. Caught up in his anger and disappointment with Crowley, he didn't see how nervous you actually were about getting new clothes.
It wasn't until you had to make decisions did he pick up on your hesitation. he was a bit pushy with trying to get you to pick out things, but it wasn't until it came to trying thing on he realized just why you were so hesitant about this whole thing. It really all had clicked the moment you had to actually try things on, but he had reassured you that everything was fine and took a different approach.
He started to prioritize clothes that would make you feel comfortable over the ones he thought looked fashionable, although don't doubt for a second fashion won't still be considered.
Once you're all done you've got a new wardrobe and Crewel understands you a lot better. After this there's very clear favoritism once in the classroom now, which Ace will complain about until the day he dies. But that's alright, it's worth it to put with the complaining now that Crewel's you're new dad figure who's willing to do anything to make you feel comfortable with the other boys
Mozus Trein
Out of all the staff at Night Raven College, professor Trein is the most of a dad, quite literally, after all he had three daughters. Because of this, he can pick up on those small things that make you different from the other male students at Night Raven College. While he had his assumptions, he never outright said anything. He decided it was none of his business, and that if you wanted him to know, you would come to him instead.
it was during one of his classes that he noticed you seemed really uncomfortable. Not just uncomfortable physically, but mentally. It looked like you were ready to burst into tears with one wrong move. When class ended, he told you to stay after.
In that moment it felt like everything had gotten so much worse. Had you messed up? Were you in trouble? That's really not something you could handle right now. but to your surprise, he asked if you were alright instead.
You couldn't help when you started to cry a bit at that moment, although you did your best to hold back as much of it as you could. this caught him off guard, he didn't want you to cry. After reassuring you that it was alright, you explained to him what was going on. You told him how you were trans, how you were trying so hard to hide it, and how dysphoria had really been eating away at you ever since you got there.
Fortunately, when raising his own daughters Trein had to comfort them plenty, so he was able to calm you down enough to once again reassure you that everything would be alright. He told you that if you had any issues, to come to him and that he wouldn't tell anyone if you didn't want to. if you wanted the rest of staff to know, he'd help you slowly come out.
After that, he's very attentive to you in class, always making sure you seem alright. He really just wans you to be okay, even if he doesn't know that much about being queer. he starts to see you as one of his kids, and he wants to protect and help you in any way he can.
Ashton Vargas
Out of all the teachers you weren't very exited to learn about your identity, it was Vargas. He's like the average intimidating man that you're not sure if you want him to know you're queer. his reaction would either be super supportive, or he'd be the most transphobic person you'd ever met. teaching gym, it was inevitable that he would eventually find out you were trans.
When it came to locker rooms, it was really a challenge. there was no way you could change with the rest of the guys, they'd figure it out in seconds, and no you can't get out of changing for gym. So you had to go to Vargas to ask if there was somewhere else you would be able to change. Of course, he made you explain. it wasn't in a mean way, but he wants to push every student to being the best version of themselves, and being too scared to change in a locker room was not going to help that, a least according to him.
So, you had to tell him. You explained to him that you were trans and not only were you not comfortable changing with the rest of the boys, it would be unsafe for you if in the room with the wrong person. he's very taken aback by this. he probably isn't the type of teacher to think about students being queer, not in a homophobic way, just not something he generally thought about. So he offered to let you use one of the bathrooms nearby, as long as you didn't tell anybody about it.
This does not mean, however, that he'll suddenly go easy on you. you're still expected to do the same exercises as the rest of the boys. you are a boy and therefore will be pushed just as hard as the rest of them. Sorry, no getting out of that one. Vargas doesn't really see you any differently. You're still one of his students and need to be pushed to your limits, no matter how much you may dislike it. In fact, this makes him even harder on you. he's strict about making sure you don't exercise in a binder and gives you work outs that would make you more physically masculine.
So congratulations, you're given even more work than all the other students, but it's in good intentions from Vargas.
Sam
In the end, it was inevitable that you would also have to go to Sam at some point. I mean those period products aren't gonna buy themselves. Even though it wasn't really an ideal situation, Sam seemed like the person who'd you'd rather come out to than everyone else.
He's a bit odd, but he doesn't seem like the type to be judgmental, although he might bug you a little bit about it, not in a mean way though, the way he does to everybody. He's a bit of a sassy guy and that isn't going to stop for you.
When you first ask if he has anything that could help, he simply laughs. yes, it's an odd request that he wasn't expecting, but of course he has some. In fact, he even has enough for you to pick out a preferred size of whatever it was that you wanted.
he doesn't tell anyone if you don't want him to, although when you show up, with friends or not, he'll make a few sly jokes about it. Not enough to out you, just enough to let you know that he knows, and it doesn't bother him at all.
this took me a lot longer than I thought I would, probably because I kept goofing off and getting on my phone instead of writing. I feel like Sam's part is really short but at this point I'm pretty tired and need a hot chocolate lol. ty for reading and have a nice day <3
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Pairing: Crowley X Reader (he/him)
Requested by: anon
Warnings: body image issues, Crowley using insults as love language
Word Count: 1,190
Summary: insecurities, Crowley's friendly insults because he is Like That and a confession
"Objectively speaking, am I really that ugly?" The words were tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. The thought had been gnawing at his brain for the better part of the day and apparently wanted to get out and in the open now. Took him by surprise too, that fucker.
Crowley's head shot up from the contract he was working on, brows furrowed. "Pardon?"
Yeah, no he wasn't gonna repeat that. Y/N pulled his shoulders up and raised the lore book back up to his face. "Uh nothin'."
A beat of silence followed that made Y/N hopeful that he was off the hook. The words on the paper were actually making sense after a breath or two and he buried himself in the source material to escape the embarrassment of his words.
Since Crowley was more or less allied with the Winchesters - and Y/N by proximity -, this had strangely enough become a part of their normal schedule. At first, the demon had showed up sporadically, whenever they were about to be really really fucked and helped them. Allegedly to have something to hold over their heads.
Only that he never took them up on it. Sure, they ganked a few demons here and there in Crowley's interest but that was it. Still, it had become a regular occurrence to see Y/N and the king of hell working in peace together. Dean wasn't too happy about it but he wasn't covering everything with devil's traps anymore so he had to be secretly okay with it.
And Y/N had made the mistake of striking up conversations here and there. And because he was talking to supernatural beings on a daily basis, it didn't faze him the least to notice that they were getting along. Oh, how naive.
Of course, Y/N's life was never that easy. Soon, more than friendly feelings had followed. Naturally, it had to be the king of hell and not, y'know, someone that he would have a pinch of a chance with.
The book disappearing right beneath his hands shook Y/N out of his thoughts.
Confused, he looked up and was faced with a pissed off Crowley.
He was leaning against the table, not two feet away from Y/N, arms crossed and eyes burning holes (fortunately not literal ones) into his skull. "Are we gonna ignore that Winchester level low amount of self esteem or is there a possibility that I can punch some sense into you?"
"...What?" Y/N leaned back in his chair, taken aback by the intensity in Crowley's voice. And his glare. That glare was terrifying.
The demon huffed. "Let's take this from a different angle, mouse. Who exactly told you, you were ugly?"
"Uhm," yeah, well that was not the reaction he had expected so excuse him for being confused, "no one?"
"So now you're lying as well?" Crowley honest to God tutted, "I can't believe that I'm wasting my time with this."
And there it was. Y/N pushed himself up a little straighter and glared. "Just ignore that I said anything okay? It's dumb anyway."
"The only thing that's 'dumb' here-" if Crowley wasn't freaking him out right now, Y/N would be laughing at the air quotations, "- is that you're being aggravatingly stupid! You are not and will never be ugly, Y/N. Quite the opposite in my humble opinion."
Now, Y/N was truly speechless.
Which did not go unnoticed by Crowley. "Oh come on!"
He threw his arms in the air in annoyance. Only then, Y/N felt how close Crowley had actually gotten. He was standing right in front of him; if Y/N so decided, he could pull the demon down into his lap.
A thought he banned from his mind immediately.
Meanwhile, Crowley was talking again.
"You didn't think that I would spend time with you out of the kindness of my heart, would you?" He said condescendingly and took the last step between Y/N's legs, "no, mouse. One, you're ridiculously hot - just like every of you godforsaken hunters apparently - and two, I enjoy your company. Would in the biblical sense too if you'd just get your head out of your ass."
Y/N just barely swallowed another undignified 'what' and stared instead. Maybe not the wisest choice in the face of this confession but he couldn't help it.
This was a lot to work through, okay?
Only when Crowley made to move away - maybe not quite hurt in his slumped shoulders but something close to it - Y/N unfroze. Employing his handy hunter reflexes, he snatched Crowley's arm before he could snap away (or walk to the door of the bunker and snap away from outside of wardings).
"What." Now, it was Crowley's turn to utter the question.
"Just to be clear-" now that he was standing, the size difference had turned to his advantage and he could look straight at Crowley; clutching his arm tightly, "-you won't punch me in the face if I kiss you now?"
"I will punch you in the face if you don't," he retaliated and yanked Y/N closer unexpectedly.
Which made the kiss more of a headbutting than anything else. At least initially.
Crowley's lips were surprisingly soft on his (and conjured an image of the demon lecturing Dean on toxic masculinity - and if that wasn't a sign for Y/N's brain being dangerously close to melting than he didn't know what else would be) though the hand at the back of his head was possessive enough to make up for it.
And then, Crowley licked his lips and Y/N wasn't thinking at all anymore.
~*~
"Now that we established that -" Crowley was lying half on top of him and still maintained an air of superiority. Like a cat, Y/N thought idly. "-am I getting an explanation for that little breakdown of yours?"
Y/N looked at his fingers that were fumbling with the hem of his shirt. "Does it matter?"
"Hardly. But I still want to know." Crowley managed to sound both annoyed and concerned.
Yeah, Y/N really could have chosen someone easier. But the words and the exact way in which they were spoken made him ridiculously giddy and wanting to share all his secrets. So yeah. No changing those feelings.
He sighed and tipped his head on Crowley's shoulder. "Just the wonderful mix of standing next to underwear model one and underwear model two on a daily basis and on top of that being plagued by the being you're hunting with dreams that are telling you all kinds of nasty things while - by definition of the lore - being unable to lie."
"The creature responsible is dead I assume?" The steel in his voice made Y/N remember that he was talking to a demon.
So he nodded quickly and brushed his lips over the exposed skin under Crowley's shirt.
It had the desired effect. Crowley merely scoffed and relaxed back into the cushions. "They got off easy then."
"Do we have to keep talking?" Y/N complained and tugged on Crowley's collar.
Crowley grinned devilishly. "Not if I can help it."
Y/N had absolutely no objections to that.
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Aziraphale/Male Reader
Warnings; The work below contains angst, smut and fluff. Top! Aziraphale, Bottom! Reader, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, kissing, Cursing, Crowley being a good friend and I couldn’t resist letting reader get cream pied at the end.
Note; To my lovely anon requestor for this one shot, I hope you enjoy! I loved writing this, I’ve never written any angst before so hopefully it translates well. I also amused myself while writing this so there’s that.
AO3 Link; Millenia😈
Word Count; 8.7k
You’ve come to the conclusion, that this entire mess with Aziraphale, really only started when Crowley came up with the idea for a fucking suggestion box. Of course, you didn’t know the demons name back then, only by the color of his hair.
You noticed the white haired Angel and the red head when you were flying by, on your way to some stupid meeting or another. As you passed, your ears strained, and you could only catch a snippet of their conversation. The words you did catch, were intriguing to say the least. Hearing the words “suggestion box” and “Almighty” in the same couple sentences had been all it took to make you stop in your tracks and shoot towards them. It peaked your interest. You thought about how useful a thing like that could be. You thought to yourself that it wouldn’t do any harm to have something like that. You had been wrong.
As you came to a stop you braced your wings, tensing the muscles in your back. They kept you afloat, suspended in air next to the other two. Your appearance startled them and they looked at you, eyes wide, speechless. Their wings twitched in surprise. As you took a second to take in the other Angels, you felt a spark of recognition looking at the one with white hair. You realized it was Aziraphale, an Angel you had come to know recently. Not closely, but you were acquainted at that point.
“Either of you want to tell me about this “suggestion box” idea?” Flapping your wings gently, you looked between them. A swift movement of your neck and you had noticed the expression on Aziraphales face made him look as pale as a ghost, as if he had been terrified they were already getting caught. You’re a bit higher up on the food chain, a dominion, so truthfully, you could understand the hesitation. Although you weren’t there to criticize or punish, genuinely curious about their discussion.
You felt the warm swooshing of stars shooting behind the three of you. They had filled up the galaxy with their beautiful bright light. It made your spine tingle pleasantly as you waited in an awkward silence for an answer. You pursed your lips and raised an eyebrow, looking to the red head instead, who wore a grin. He looked overly proud of his idea. It was Crowley who had broken the tension, mouth pulled into a wide smile.
“Right, so I was just speaking to Aziraphale here about a suggestion box. It’s more or less a place where we can write down our ideas to the Almighty and then she can look them over. Of course she’d decide whether they were worthless or not but I think it’s the thought that counts,” he said brightly, fidgeting in place. He looked like he was brimming with too much energy. Not an ounce of awkwardness or unease radiated from him anymore.
Aziraphale, on the other hand, his pretty face had still looked stricken at your presence. Mouth turned downwards, eyebrows pulled together. You had felt a strange sensation in your chest when you looked at his face, it was a bit of an aching feeling. It had felt very unpleasant. Extremely unsettling. You gave Aziraphale a soothing smile in an attempt to make him feel better. You hadn’t been sure then, why you cared so much about how the Angel felt.
“Look, don’t worry about this, I’m not here to get anyone trouble. I was truly curious about this and I’d have to say I think it’s a good idea,” you said, trying your best to convey you meant no harm.
“That’s exactly what I said!” Crowley exclaimed, sounding satisfied someone else had agreed with him.
“The Almighty does not take suggestions! Furthermore, who are we to question the Almightys plan?” Aziraphale said, tone desperate. He looked around frantically, to see if anyone else had been near by listening, anxiety twisted coldly in his belly. Icy tendrils had started to crawl through his veins. You had noticed however, that despite his tone of voice, his demeanor had seemed to calm down, if only a little bit, from the reassuring words you had used.
You reached out a hand and placed it on his shoulder. He had felt warm beneath your palm. It had ignited something in you, something sharp, something warm. It startled you even more than you had been when you caught yourself caring about the Angels feelings. It was when he turned those pretty blue eyes on you, that you felt the breath punched out of your chest. You paused for a moment, feeling urgently that you should have been more concerned about it. You shook it off for the moment anyways.
“Aziraphale, this isn’t a bad idea. It couldn’t hurt to ask a few questions, could it?” you said, taking your hand off his shoulder. His cheeks had been dusted with a barely their pink color from the contact from your hand. You had ignored that too.
“Exactly! It can’t do much harm,” Crowley piped up, making eye contact with you.
“Of course it can! What are the two of you thinking? A word of advice if I may? Be extremely careful saying things like this, you never know who’s listening.” Face contorted into an uneasy expression. Crowley, at that moment, had raised a wing to shield the three of you from an oncoming meteor shower. You and Crowley had shared a look, mentally agreeing to continue this conversation later.
You had glanced at Aziraphales side profile, admiring his sweet features until you had felt that uncomfortable sensation again. The one that had felt overly warm, making your wings itch as you scrunched your eyebrows in contemplation. You decided, at the time, it was probably nothing to worry about. The three of you had watched on in silence, admiring the meteors and taking a moment to appreciate the work Crowley had done on his little corner of the universe.
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As it turns out, those feelings were absolutely, without a doubt, something to be concerned about. As you come back to your reality, you mull over the decisions that hell has plagued you with making recently. Your chin rests in the palm of your hand, the bone of your chin digging into your skin. Sitting in an uncomfortably hard throne chair in the pits of hell, you look at all the nasty demons under your command. They’re all idiots really, but you suppose they get the job done. Your eyes are sharp as you think about how they really need to change the color pallet down here. Everything’s in muted and dull colors of gray and green, making it look disease ridden.
“Bit depressing down here lately, don’t you think?” The voice comes from your right and you lazily turn your head to the side, letting your hand fall to your lap. You look at the source of said voice where it sits next to you, in his own hard as fuck throne chair. You raise your eyebrow at him.
“What the hell are you on about? It’s always been depressing down here Crowley,” you say, laughing humorlessly. The red headed demon lets out a snort, a breath of air that he pushes hastily out of his nose.
“Yes I suppose you’re right. Although now that you’re in charge, can’t you liven up the mood a little bit?” he jokes, grinning cheekily at you.
“Not a chance in hell! You know this is all your fault right? We’re only down here because of you,” you tease, trying to bite back a smile. Crowley lets out a groan of frustration and tilts his head backwards, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
“Oh c’mon! That was almost 6,000 years ago! You’ve got to let that go at some point you cheeky bastard. Besides, you agreed with me that it was a good idea!” Animatedly waving his hands around, he looks at you with an irritated expression you know isn’t real. When his serpent eyes make contact with yours, you can’t hold back your laughter. Your head tilts backwards as your laughter rings out, startling some of the demons in the same area. You pay no attention to those idiots. You do know, that for as much shit as you give Crowley, you know you wouldn’t have survived hell without him.
You two had become quite close in the last 6,000 years, as close to being family members as demons like the two of you could be. Of course, you both still kept in touch with Aziraphale as well, but that’s just a different beast entirely in itself. Truthfully, the suggestion box had only planted the seed of rebellion in you. It grew over time, spiraling out of control as your feelings for Aziraphale grew. Those feelings, the love and consequently lust, are really what made you fall from heaven. As Crowley grumbles next to you, you’re pulled into another memory. One that never fails to make a lump form in your throat and the chilly fingers of anxiety wreak havoc, twisting your insides until they suffocate.
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“Aziraphale,” you breathe out, watching the Angel walking up to you. Your heart rate picks up speed, thumping painfully against your sternum. The two of you have been spending time together, more often than not, since that impromptu meeting where Crowley spoke about suggestion boxes. That was a few hundred years ago. The meet up you’re about to have with Aziraphale, you know is not going to go so well.
Your hands shake as he saunters up to you, face lighting up brightly, like a star. He always looked so excited to see you. The thought hurts your head and your heart squeezes painfully. You wave at him in greeting. You’ve known for a long time that you’ve loved him. It’s been at least a couple hundred years of knowing your heart beats solely for him.
As frowned upon as human feelings are, you couldn’t stop it. It’s like getting into a car wreck, you see the oncoming car rapidly approaching, but it’s too late. No matter how hard you try to pump the brakes. You also realized long ago that, from his head to his toes, Aziraphale is beautiful. A work of art. There’s a reason such enchanting paintings have been made about Angels.
“Hi lovely,” Aziraphale says, voice soft and tender. “You wanted to meet with me?” Smiling so preciously at you, like you hung the moon for him, you feared you would melt right there. Immediately you feel nauseous. You’re sure you’re going to be sick, stomach rolling painfully. You manage a weak smile, taking in his happy appearance. You hadn’t told him about how you felt yet. Initially you thought that would be your doom, but no, love wasn’t going to be the cause of your demise. It’s lust.
Lust was something you hadn’t experienced before. When those warm, tingly, aroused feelings and thoughts started seeping into your brain, you knew you were fucked, metaphorically. You yearned for something you’ve come to know as making love to the Angel. You wanted to watch his sweet expressions, feel the searing heat of his insides and let him take you apart and put you back together again.
That’s when you felt petrified. You felt it in your bones, that lust was the breaking point. Heaven could tolerate love, God is all about love, but once they knew about your lustful desires, the sins you were committing, it was over. It’s not as easy to hide when you’re higher up in the Angel hierarchy. Granted you weren’t scared for Aziraphale, if he even felt the same way. No, it’s only a real problem the higher up you are. Now, it was only a matter of time before you fell. Just like Crowley. Gods, you hope you could find the fucker once you get to Earth.
“Yes Angel, I- there’s something important I need to tell you,” you say, letting out a shaky exhale. You clasp your trembling fingers together so tightly your knuckles are white. Your face must be pale, it must convey the amount of fear and pain in your expression. You watch Aziraphales face crumple when his eyes flit back and forth, studying your face.
“Dear, what is it? What’s wrong?” he asks, beginning to pull at the edge of his sleeves, feeling anxious. You chew on your bottom lip, looking into his pretty blue eyes, your body flushes hotly. You groan internally, feeling stuck on the edge of a cliff as you feel the strong urge to tell him. He deserves to know before you fall. Who knows when you’ll see him again. That thought makes you sick all over again. You open your mouth to speak, feeling the words physically build in your throat as you tremble, feeling dizzy. Yet something else comes out entirely.
“I, Angel I just,” you groan outwardly, rubbing your face with your hands briefly. “I can’t do this anymore.” Your heart stops, breath caught in your chest. A chill runs down your spine. That is not what you wanted to say. It falls silent between the two of you and you start to feel an impending sense of doom, hair prickling at the back of your neck. You watch the Angels expression shift into one of hurt, one of heartbreak. Eyebrows scrunching, lower lip wobbling slightly as he takes in your words.
“What?” he asks. One word, so filled to the brim with hurt. Voice so soft you can barely hear it. It feels like someone has shoved a butcher knife through your chest, wiggling it in until only the handle sticks out. Guilt burns through you, fuck that’s not what you meant to say! You can’t even speak, mouth dry, icy fear pumping through your veins. You must have taken a beat too long to answer because you see the Angels eyes well up with tears, his eyes shining. You desperately take a step forward reaching your hand out for him but he backs away quickly. Shaking his head in rejection of your touch. The Angel turns and walks away hastily. You stand there with your hand outstretched, body numb as the rush is adrenaline fades away.
You bring a shaky hand up to your face and admire your fingers long after the Angel has gone. You should be moving, savoring the little time you have left in heaven. You hear them coming. You can’t lift your feet, it’s like you’re rooted in cement. The heartache on Aziraphales face, the feeling of your heart shredded into pieces and the unwavering guilt consuming you are the last things you felt in heaven. It’s the last thing you remember before you’re waking up with a gasping inhale, laying on the cold, unforgivably hard dirt of Earth. You gaze up at the stars, not moving, feeling empty and dark.
“It’s about time you got your lazy arse down here,” Crowley says, voice coming from somewhere beside you. You hear the sound of cicadas nearby. You don’t even startle at the sound of the demons voice, you laugh humorlessly. You don’t turn your head when you speak.
“I suppose you’re right,” you say, only able to feel the smallest amount of relief at his presence.
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It’s not the first time you relive the memory and it won’t be the last. It always leaves you with a sour taste in your mouth,a nauseous sensation pinching at your belly sharply. You’re on Earth now, going to meet Aziraphale. He’s convinced you to come over and watch some heart warming movie with him. You shove your frozen fingers into the pockets of your fuzzy coat. Snuggling your face deeper down into the warm, soft scarf wrapped around your neck. You’re taking in all the signs around you as you walk down the streets of SoHo, towards the bookshop. Maggie waves at you from the record shop, you return it with a wiggle if your fingers, face never leaving your scarf. You notice you’re able to see your breath puffing out like a dragon.
Things after you fell were never the same. It took thousands of years for Aziraphale to look in your direction, let alone speak to you again. The two of you using Crowley as some sort of bloody messenger boy. Which he did not take to kindly, always grumbling about how you should just fix things and tell Azirapahle the truth. You didn’t. It was only in the last 50 years that things have gotten somewhat normal between you and the Angel. Your chest aches, dully throbbing as you think about how this entire time the Angel thought you didn’t love him. When in reality all you’ve ever longed for was to to be with him. He has long since carved his existence into your heart, making himself at home. You’ve only ever loved him, heart beating for him, existing for him. It’s been that way since the beginning, even if you were too much of an idiot to realize it back then and too much of a coward to tell him.
The bell to the bookshop jingles overhead as you push the door open. Warm air blasting you, warming your frozen limbs. You reach up and pull down your scarf, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks as you step inside, letting the door shut softly behind you.
“Angel! I’m here,” you call out, walking down the steps further into the building. You look around the shop, taking in its cozy atmosphere. Aziraphale pushes open the swinging door of the kitchen with his foot, walking out carrying two cups of what you assume is tea. He smiles adoringly at you. After all this time, the way he looks at you has never changed.
“Finally dear! I was worried the tea would get cold before you showed up. Were you busy with something?” he asks, voice sound happy and bright. You look at him lovingly, eyes soft, gentle smile pulling on your lips. You wave a hand dismissively before you take off your coat and scarf, placing them on the chair nearby you.
“Sorry Angel, Crowley needed my help with something. You now how helpless he is without me,” you tease, rolling your eyes playfully. You take the cup of tea from him gratefully, wrapping your tingly fingers around the soothing warmth of the mug, humming happily. Aziraphale laughs at your comment, holding his own cup.
“Yes yes, the old boy would never survive without your leadership,” he says sarcastically, playing along with you. You smile and run a hand up through your short hair, brushing the locks off your forehead. It makes you feel so warm and content that things are going well with you two. You look down at the light brown liquid, raising the cup and taking a sip. You feel the warmth snake down your throat and smolder in your belly.
“How have you been?” you say, smiling cheekily. Aziraphales cheek turn a pretty pink and he takes a sip of his own tea before he responds.
“I’ve been well love, been missing the two of you if I’m being honest.” Averting his eyes, Aziraphale clears his throat softly and sets down his mug. You melt into a fucking pile of mush at his words, heart thudding painfully. You take a step closer, wanting so badly to reach out and touch him, but you don’t. Instead you smile lovingly at him, waiting until he makes eye contact with you.
“We’ve missed you too Angel,” you say sweetly, letting your tone of voice convey how you feel. The Angel turns scarlet as he notices how close you’ve gotten, startling slightly when he realizes he can see your eyelashes. He takes a step back, feeling flustered and overwhelmed about the warm, tingly feelings you’re giving him and fidgets nervously. Once again pulling on the sleeves of his cardigan. You watch him, the feeling so bittersweet at his consistent nervous behavior. You set down your cup of tea on his desk, clapping your hands together once. It makes Aziraphale jump.
“Right! Well let’s get cozy and watch the movie you’ve been dying to show me,” you say, starting to take off towards the couch placed on the other side of the shop. It’s in a room hidden from the front, not for customers. Aziraphale bites back a smile behind your back, butterflies fluttering dangerously in his belly and he follows behind you quickly, cups of tea forgotten in their places.
The two of you end up on the Angels, surprisingly soft and fuzzy, large three seater couch. Somehow you’ve let Aziraphale manage to convince you to watch the live action version of Winnie
the Pooh. He thinks it’s heartwarming. Granted, it does make sense the Angel wants to watch it, seeing as he’s memorized all the books. You’re both fairly close, thighs almost touching. You each have your respective soft blankets covering your laps. You’ve toed off your shoes and tucked your feet up next to you, leaning against the back of the couch. Azirapahle also shoeless, sitting with his feet resting on the floor, ankles crossed.
Aziraphale laughs at something Eyore says and you don’t really pay attention to the movie, you’re too fascinated by the Angel next to you. You try to focus your eyes on the screen but it’s really hard when you feel the heat from Aziraphales arm seeping into your skin through your long sleeved shirt. Your hands twitch in your lap. You noticed the Angel is trying to talk to you when he pokes your shoulder harshly.
“Hmm?”, you question, without turning your head.
“I was asking if you wanted some popcorn dear. Where’s your head at? In the clouds?” he teases, giggling softly. You turn your head to the right to look at him and you startle realizing how close you are to his face. You don’t answer. You inhale, breathe getting stuck in your throat as your eyes quickly track back and forth, looking into his eyes. Immediately your body flushes, cheeks burning. You notice the intense look in Aziraphales eyes as he involuntarily glances down at your lips. He doesn’t say a word.
Your heart beats even faster when you catch his eye movement. The air between you two feels like something thick, like warm molasses. You shift your body gently on the couch, angling your body towards his more. Aziraphales cheeks turn almost a bloody red color, flush traveling down his neck. Time feels like it’s suspended. You lean just a centimeter closer and your lips are almost brushing.
You think about if the Angel will reject you or not, how it would feel like someone wrapped sharp talons around your heart and forcefully ripped it from you chest. It can’t be worse then the way you hurt him in the past. You think about how’s he probably terrified right now, confused as hell. Guilt throbs in your chest and you realize suddenly, with absolute clarity, you have to kiss him. You have to show him, tell him how much you love him. Even if he doesn’t return the feelings, he deserves to know and you will no longer be a spineless coward about it. You feel your pulse in your fingertips as you bring your hand up to brush your knuckles over his cheek, hand trailing softly down his face before resting on his shoulder.
“Can I kiss you?” you whisper, voice tender. You wait patiently for his answer. A few seconds pass as you watch the battle the Angel has internally. Your worried you’ve overstepped.
“Yes,” he breathes, voice equally as gentle. Then you’re pressing your lips to his. They feel silky, plump and they fit perfectly to yours when you tilt your head. You feel him push back eagerly, hands coming up to fist the front of your shirt. The heat between you both flares, blazing through your veins as your lips start to roll with his urgently, fingers gripping his shoulder tightly. You’ve just slipped your tongue out to lick at his bottom lip, swallowing one of his sweet moans and then he’s ripping himself away, pushing you backwards onto the sofa in the process. You land with a surprised oof sound coming out of your mouth.
“Wait- wait, love, oh heavens, I can’t do this. You’re only kissing me because I wanted you to. I’ve loved you for so long dear and my heart can’t take it if this isn’t real,” he says, panicking and breathing heavily, seeing his eyes well up with tears the way they did so many years ago. You sit up quickly, your eyes stinging as you watch his face. You’re determined to not let him go this time. You lurch forward and you’re wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, sure that he can feel the rapid pace of your heart. You know you can feel his. It beats just as quickly. The warmth of his body bleeding through your shirt. Aziraphale stays where’s seated, shaking slightly and pierced to the spot. He doesn’t hug you back.
“No, no that’s not why I did it Angel. This is real, I swear.” You push back from the embrace and frame his face with your hands. You feel the soft, heated skin of his cheeks under your palms. You look into his eyes, your facial expression violently serious. You feel everything you’ve wanted to say for more than a millennia start rushing up your throat, words shoving at each other to be the first out of your mouth. You feel your cup runneth over and you’re spilling your heart out.
“Angel, Aziraphale, I’m so sorry for what I said so long ago. I was just so scared and I know thats not an excuse. I can only
hope to atone for some of my sins and hope you’ll forgive me. I love you, I have always loved you. Ever since the beginning, ever since we spoke to Crowley about that damned suggestion box,” you say, running a thumb over his cheekbone.
The Angel laughs a watery laugh. “I loved you when I fell, I loved you when I became a leader in hell, I loved you when we weren’t speaking and I love you now,” you say, voice getting choked up. Aziraphale stares at you, a couple tears slipping free and running down his cheeks, tickling your skin as he lets out a soft laugh. He’s never looked so happy. He brings his hands up to hold your wrists, fingers wrapping delicately around the bone.
“I love you too,” he whispers, pressing forward to connect your lips together again. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. There’s no fireworks but instead a feeling of coming home, the sensation you get when you take the first sip of a warm drink after you’ve been outside in freezing weather. Your heart pulses with sweet love and your head feels fuzzy.
This time you’re moaning into his mouth, as your lips move together slickly, feeling his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. You let go of his face, hands dropping to his shoulders, you dig your nails in through the fabric of his shirt. He lets his hands fall to your waist, tugging slightly at the clothing there, indicating he wants you to come closer. You decide to take it a step further and break from the kiss, noticing his lips are deliciously swollen and red. Aziraphale lets out what sounds like a protesting noise. You laugh, pressing a hand to the middle of his chest so he leans against the back of the couch. You hastily grab both of your blankets off your laps and toss them to the side.
Raising up on your knees, you swing your left leg over both of his and move to straddle his hips. A thigh pressing onto either side of his as you sit down fully in his lap and the hard, hot length of his cock presses up against your arse. You are able to somewhat feel the length and the thickness of his dick. It gives you an idea of what you’re about to be stretched open with. You don’t really care about size, seeing as you have no experience, but you know he’s about to split you in half. You watch him bite his bottom lip and his eyes trail your body slowly. Your eyes widen when his hands reach out to hold your waist, you let out a soft gasp in response.
You grip his shoulders tightly once again and grind down into his lap, feeling your already half hard cock thicken as blood rushes south. When your cock presses against his, even through your jeans, it feels as if warm honey is dripping down your spine, collecting and pooling in your belly. You watch as Aziraphales mouth drops open, eyebrows scrunching. His eyes are watching you, lustfully when you press down even harder. His head tilts backwards against the cushion and he groans from the contact.
“Oh!, oh, oh dear, that feels so good, I positively need to have you. Please my love, you’re so pretty, I love you so much,” Aziraphale begs, gasping on an inhale as his head comes back up to see your face again, moaning lowly when you grind your cock against his again.
“Fuck, yes. More than yes, I want you to make love to me so terribly bad, please,” you cry out, feeling your dick twitching in your jeans and pressing against your zipper. You bite your lip and move back and forth slowly in his lap, savoring the feel of his cock. You lean in and brush your soft lips over his neck, trailing sweet kisses up to his jaw and then up to his ear before you whisper against it.
“I love you, please, take me now Angel. I need you,” you say, voice edging on a whine. His fingers tighten brutally around your hips, as he moans from somewhere deep in his chest. He stares at you when you lean back in his lap, his eyes half lidded.
“Will you get naked for me my love?”, he asks, voice low and husky, smooth like butter. You feel a shiver vibrate through you, nodding quickly you stand up off the couch. You waste no time shedding your clothes until you’re in your briefs only, dick straining against your underwear. Aziraphales eyes roam up and down your body slowly, biting his bottom lip as he does. You fidget in place under his gaze and watch as the Angel pulls his cardigan off by the sleeves, tossing it aside as he reaches for the edge of the soft tee he was wearing. He pulls it up and off his head. It quickly finds its place on the floor. Your mouth goes dry as you finally see Aziraphale without a shirt on. Gods, he’s so pretty and so pale, squishy in all the right places. You notice his nipples are a soft pink color. Your cock throbs again.
“Sit down for me love,” he commands softly, raising up from the couch so you can take his place. You waste no time and sit down on the couch, letting your legs fall open so he can fit in between. He steps between them and you almost sob with joy as the Angel falls to his knees between yours, sitting on his calves, the action so seductive you feel like you could cum in your underwear. You palm your cock through your briefs, quickly squeezing your shaft and sigh at the brief relief and pleasure that sings through you. You know your cheeks are red as you focus on the Angel. You watch his hands as they come up and hook into your waistband, tugging gently, asking permission. Nodding eagerly, you remove your hand from your dick.
You lift your hips off the couch and he tugs them down urgently, slipping them off your legs. Your thighs fall open again and he runs his soft hands up the sensitive skin of your legs, pressing his thumbs into the creases between your cock and your thighs. It makes you jolt, cock bobbing up and smacking against your lower belly. You cry out, fingers digging into the couch cushion fiercely.
“Aziraphlale!” you whine. “Don’t tease me, I’ve been waiting for way too long for this.” Aziraphales lips tug into a cheeky smile, soft laugh ghosting over the flushed skin of your dick as he leans closer, gripping your inner thighs and pressing them apart even further.
“Darling, I’ve been waiting to get a taste of you for just as long.” Tongue flicking out to lick long, wet stripes from your balls all the way to your tip. You don’t have words to describe the electric like feeling that shoots down your spine. Your whole body erupts into goosebumps as he wraps his sweet lips around the tip of your cock. He sucks gently and your back arches so hard you think it might break. Your nails start feel like they’ll rip through the fabric of the couch.
“Fuck, oh fuck, that’s so good Angel,” you whine, as the wet, silky warmth of his mouth slides up and down your cock. Aziraphale hums around your cock, spit dripping down your shaft, cooling on your balls. His moan sends vibrations through your groin and a wail gets stuck in your throat, coming out as whine. The Angel swirls his tongue around your tip, running his tongue over your slit and bobs his head steadily. His fingers let go over your thighs and he smoothes his hands upwards to grab hold of your hips.
You feel close to you losing your mind, fingers tangling through his white curls harshly, as he sucks the life out of you through your cock. You don’t press on his head, just letting your hands flow with his movement. You melt into the back of the couch as you sink into the sensation of having your cock sucked on for the first time. You keep your eyes open, tilting your head downwards to watch your cock disappear into his pretty mouth again and again. Your belly twists warmly at the sight, making you throb against his tongue. Aziraphale makes eye contact with you and you whimper. He pushes your cock past the back of his mouth and into his throat, keeping you there. He doesn’t even gag.
“Oh my god,” you sob, feeling wrecked as your arch into his throat, fingers tightening in his hair. He sucks harshly as he brings his mouth back up, pulling off your cock with a lewd popping sound. You slump back onto the couch, whining at the loss of his pretty mouth. You notice his lips are even redder as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. You definitely don’t make a pathetic sound at that either.
“I know love, I bet you feel so good, getting your pretty cock sucked like that, I’m desperate to keep going though, is that okay my dear?” he asks, voice almost a a purr.
“Yes, please,” you groan, letting go of the Angels hair. He smiles sweetly and takes the moment to snake his hands under your thighs, making you squeak as he yanks you forward until your arse is close to hanging off the edge. He places your right leg up over his shoulder. You bring your left leg up to place your foot on the couch, leg bent at the knee. You feel your thighs flex in anticipation as you watch Aziraphale bring a conveniently lubed up finger to your arse. Butterflies fill your stomach and your eyes widen as you feel his finger circling your hole, massaging it gently.
“Is-is it gonna hurt?” you ask curiously, looking at his face. Aziraphales finger barely dips into your hole, making you gasp and he pauses. Gaze flickering up to look at your face, studying you. Your cheeks burn.
“Have you ever done this before love?” he asks gently, tilting his head slightly as he slips his finger in further, past your rim and to the last knuckle. Your head falls back onto the cushion, teeth clenching at the unfamiliar burn. You squeeze your hands into fists and you shake your head no, flushing even more with embarrassment. You bring your head back up slowly and make eye contact with the Angel. He starts to pump his finger and he’s watching you so intensely you squirm, skin tingling as the burn subsides. The sensation so new and overwhelming, you aren’t sure you’ll be able to take his cock.
“My dear, are you saying I’ll be the first one to make love to you?” Slowly sliding his finger back as he adds a second, pushing both of them in steadily all the way, slipping past any resistance easily. You let out a surprised noise and you push your arse down into the movement of his fingers, the stretch on your rim feeling like a dull throb.
“Yes! You’re the first one, fuck,” you curse. Aziraphale lets out an excited noise and leans forward to suck a bite into your chest, teeth nipping at your skin as his thick fingers stretch your arse. You feel a sharp pinch as he sucks the skin into his mouth, breaking the blood vessels, before soothing it over with his tongue. You moan his name sweetly and it makes the Angels dick twitch where it’s trapped in his pants.
“I can’t believe I get to be the first one inside of you my love,” Aziraphale giggles, nuzzling against the skin of your chest, moving to the left to swipe his tongue over your nipple once before leaning back, never stopping the rhythm of his fingers. You feel like you’re drowning in the sensation of his slick fingers dragging against your walls, fucking you open.
“Aziraphale, oh gods, just- I need you, please?” you ask, wanting to feel the Angels cock stretching you instead.
“Yes, yes of course my love, do you feel like you’re prepped enough?” he asks gently, looking into your eyes. You nod, bringing up a hand to brush your fingers over his chest. He bites his lower lip and you feel the Angels fingers slowly pull out, the strange sensation making you wince.
“It’s okay my love, I’m here, I won’t let it hurt okay? Let’s move on, I need to be inside of you just as badly,” he coos, letting your leg fall from his shoulder, you prop it up on the couch. It mirrors your other leg, both bent at the knee, feet braced up on the couch. You’re spread open wide like this, but you’re not embarrassed to be exposed to him. Your cock lays against your belly, flushed, unbearably hard and you can feel the the precum leaking from your slit, leaving sticky marks on your lower abdomen. Aziraphale watches your movements as he raises up from sitting on his calves to his knees so he’s lined up better with your arse.
“Can I see your cock now?” you ask casually, watching his hands move down to the button of his pants. He laughs softly, amused and his eyes track over your face.
“Of course my dear, I know you’ve been just gagging to see it. I bet you’ve thought about how it looks, and about how it feels. Haven’t you?” he teases, voice a bit condescending. You blush, embarrassed, because yes you’ve thought about how it looks and imagined how it would feel inside of you. Your pouting facial expression is enough of an answer for him and he bites his bottom lip, grinning.
You ignore his smug face and reach a hand out to run down his chest again, wanting to feel his, soft, pale skin under your palm. You scratch his skin lightly with your nails on the way down and it makes the Angel whine, his hands pausing on the buttons of his pants. You smile a bit smugly and he raises an eyebrow at you, hands moving, unbuttoning his pants and undoing his zipper. He yanks his pants down along with his briefs to the middle of his thighs. Your hand falls from his chest and your eyes open wide watching his thick, pink cock spring free, bobbing a little bit.
“Oh, oh shit, is that gonna fit?” you ask, voice incredulous and maybe a bit nervous.
“It will my love, I’m gonna make it fit,” he replies, ego definitely inflated at your comment. You hum anxiously in response and decide to wrap your fingers around the middle of his shaft, feeling the silky, warm skin. You’re in awe of how he fits in your palm, and you give him a squeeze. That pulls a delicious moan from the Angels throat and your blood ignites once again, pushing away your nerves.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough, c’mon Angel, make love to me,” you whine, looking into his eyes and you let go of his cock. He looks like he’s about to protest but he takes a deep breath and nods. He grips the base of his cock and scoots closer, rubbing the tip back and forth over your hole, teasing. You start to wiggle your hips, impatiently and then he grips your wrist with his free hand. He brings it to your cock and wraps your fingers around your shaft before letting go. You look at him questioningly.
“It’s your first time dear, it’ll make it less uncomfortable if you touch yourself at the same time,” he explains tenderly. Your heart flutters, warmth expanding in your chest at the fact the Angels making sure this will feel as pleasurable as possible. You smile lovingly at him as you squeeze the base of your cock. Your eyes flutter shut, pleasure tingling through your limbs. The blunt tip of Aziraphales cock presses against your hole and your eyes fly back open, legs tensing slightly, as you grip your cock tightly.
“Aziraphale,” you whine, feeling a bit panicked as your feel your arse start to stretch.
“Shh, it’s okay love, relax for me okay? You’ve gotta relax baby,” he soothes, feeling his cock press in just a bit more. He runs a hand over your inner thigh, in a comforting way. You nod your head, licking your own palm and starting to pump your cock slowly. The pleasure starts to make your lower half relax as it takes your focus off of the pain. Just like that you feel the tip of his cock pop in past your rim, he accidentally slides in a couple more inches before he stops, releasing the base of his cock and gripping roughly to the undersides of your knees, trying to keep still. You hear him moan lowly through his teeth. The pulses of stinging pain from the stretch rocks your whole body and you grit your teeth.
“Angel, ah, ah, it hurts,” you whine, continuing to jerk your cock, taking away some of the pain. Your free hand rests on the couch.
“Oh love, I know, I know, I promise it’ll feel good soon, do you want me to keep going?” Nails digging into your skin, still holding underneath your knees. You know he’s struggling to stay still, but you trust him, so you nod.
“Keep going please, I can do it,” you say, voice determined. Aziraphale leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours.
“I promise I’ll make you feel so good my dear,” he groans, voice strained as he pants, pressing forward, cock filling you all the way until his balls are pressed against your skin. You whimper and nod in response. You can feel him shaking a little bit and the skin of his belly brushes your knuckles as you move your hand. You cry out as you’re stretched to the max, you arse throbbing painfully as Aziraphale pulls his hips back, dick halfway out before pushing in slowly. Aziraphale leans back to straighten up, he presses on the part of your thighs he’s holding, pushing your thighs back towards you as he starts to thrust steadily. Your feet come off the couch where they were perched.
“Ah, ah, ah! Aziraphale!” you wail, fingers leaving your cock and both hands going to grip the cushions. You hold on, feeling like your nails are gonna rip through the fabric as the Angel tilts his hips upwards slightly and starts to continuously brush over a spot inside of you that makes lightening shoot up your spine, a spot that makes you forget you were ever in pain at all. The entirety of the throbbing ache gone as it melts into burning pleasure and you ask yourself why the hell you didn’t do this sooner. You look up to make eye contact with Aziraphale, jaw dropping open, eyebrows scrunching. His gaze is intense as he leans his weight further onto your thighs and subsequently into his thrusts. He’s letting out little moans as you choke out ah, ah, over and over again. You let your head fall back against the couch.
“Oh that’s it isn’t it love? Am I making your pretty arse feel so good? I promised I would,” he says, breathlessly as his hips slam into yours repeatedly, skin smacking together wetly.
“Yes! I-oh fuck, ah, ah, it’s so fucking good,” you lightly sob, starting to feel a strange sensation in your lower belly, like something’s winding up tightly. Your back starts to ache from being folded and you feel a throbbing start up in your cock. You watch it twitch on your belly and your hole starts to flutter. You look into Aziraphales eyes again, feeling flushed and slightly nervous. You watch the Angel struggle to keep his eyes open, feeling your arse clench around him and he notices the way your dick twitches repeatedly.
“Love, you’re about to cum,” he says incredulously, surprised and excited you’re going to cum untouched. Your eyes sparkle in realization. “Just lean into the feeling okay? Let it happen, I’ve got you.” Hips picking up a quicker pace as he thrusts in long and hard movements. You nod, hands coming up to grip the Angels arms for support. Aziraphale thrusts into you a few more times and you feel your orgasm build to a breaking point, knot releasing and your cock kicks hard, warm, sticky release shooting out onto your chest as your mouth opens letting out a howl of pleasure.
“Aziraphaallee!” you wail again, panting hotly as the Angel fucks you through your orgasm.
“Yes, oh yes, good boy, that’s it, cum for me darling. Ah hah, I’m going to cum, you’re so tight,” he rambles, words spilling from his mouth. You nod quickly, starting to come down from the blinding high of your own orgasm, legs shaky as you wrestle them free from his grip, he lets them go, taking a hold of your hips instead. You wrap your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck. Your chests press together and you notice you’ve both started to sweat. Aziraphale presses even closer and nuzzles his face into your neck, breath warming your skin.
“Please, cum for me, I love you,” you whisper, hanging on to him, trying to push the feelings of overstimulation away. He thrusts in short, choppy movements a handful of times, feeling the way your slick, warm arse sucks his cock in over and over before he’s pressing all the way in, pleasure bubbling and melting its way through his limbs. He presses his mouth to your neck and whines loudly into your skin, vibrating through your throat as he fills you with sticky release. He relaxes his weight against your body and you melt back into the couch. You both catch your breath for a moment before you let your legs flop from his waist, feet landing on floor.
“How are you feeling love?” Aziraphale asks, pulling away from your neck. The skin of his chest sticking to yours as he pulls away. Your release now on both your chests.
“I’m, I don’t even know how to explain how good I feel Angel,” you laugh, only groaning a bit as he pulls his softening cock from you. You sit up on the couch, feeling a flashing sting of pain in your lower back. “Oh shit,” you say, hand bracing your back as you crack your spine, stretching the muscles.
“I think my knees are permanently welded to the floor,” Aziraphale groans, placing one hand on the couch cushion and one on the coffee table as he pushes himself up on shaky legs. His knees creak and pop as he stands. Aziraphale snaps his fingers absently, cleaning the mess they’ve made. You laugh at the sound of his knees popping.
“You okay there?” Standing up from the couch, you tease him and stretch your legs out. He glares playfully.
“You’re one to speak dear, I heard the way your back was cracking,” he jokes, tucking his cock away and buttoning his pants back up. He was still shirtless and you admired his bare chest, ignoring his jab.
“Hmm, touché,” you tease, seeing him reach for the shirt he discarded earlier, pulling it on over his head. You realize you’re still naked and you blush a little bit, hands moving to cover your cock. You shift your weight awkwardly, really not wanting to put jeans back on.
“Hey, uh, do you have any pajama pants I could borrow? I don’t really want to sleep in jeans,” you say shyly, looking away from him.
“Oh? You’re staying the night now?”He teases, obviously messing with you. Either way you feel embarrassment rushing through you. Your face must have looked mortified because the Angel quickly speaks again, waving his hands animatedly. “I’m just joking darling! Of course I want you to stay the night, here I’ll give you something to sleep in,” he says, snapping his fingers and a pair of soft plaid pajama pants appear in his hands. He holds them to you in outstretched hands, nodding happily at them. You narrow your eyes and snatch them out of his hands, slipping them on.
“You giant arse, you scared me for a second,” you grumble, also pulling on the soft long sleeve you had on earlier. Aziraphale laughs.
“ I know! I know, I’m sorry dear,” he says, stepping closer, small smile on his lips as he takes both of your hands in his. You lace your fingers together, feeling you’re so full of love you could burst at the seams. You smile in return.
“Fine I’ll forgive you this time, as long as you let me choose the next movie we watch,” you reply.
“That’s perfectly reasonable my dear.” Tugging on your hands so you both sit down on the couch again, he then lets go so he can pull one blanket up over both your laps. You feel satisfied and warm, like a cat who lays in the sunshine and a thought pops into your head.
“Promise me one thing Angel,” you say, pretending to sound serious as you turn your head to look at him.
“Of course, what is it love?” Aziraphale says, looking mildly concerned when he sees your serious expression. You break into a grin.
“I get to be the one to tell Crowley, he’s going to lose it when he finds out,” you laugh, moving to pick up the remote that had gotten flung to the floor earlier. You hear Aziraphales laugh ring out loudly.
“Yes yes, fine dear, you can be the one to tell the old boy,” he says, smiling brightly. You both lean back against the couch, snuggling together as you choose the next movie to watch. You feel happier now than you have in the last several thousand years. Thank gods Crowley had the idea for a suggestion box.
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Dire Crowley x male reader
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Crowley looked fondly at his beloved, (name) sitting by candle light knitting their winter scarfs-- a hobby be had grown to enjoy over the years "hello my beloved" Crowley took off his top hat and greatcoat and gingerly hung them up before walking to his beloved, kneeling before him to kiss his hand "how are you fairing?"
(Name) was fragile, a low stamina and thus Crowley was always gentle and careful with him, not wanting his condition to get worse and this gave him the world. "I'm quite well my little crow, how are you feeling? Have you eaten today? Something that isn't tea and biscuits?" (Name) teased his love who kissed the palm of the others hand when (name) moved to cup the mans face "Your health has seen better results lately, perhaps tomorrow we could take a walk through the rose gardens..." (name) perked up at this, Crowley knew he loved the roses and when he could be would have lunch in the gardens with (name).
(Name) had a shawl over his shoulders as he held to Crowley's bicep, the rose gardens stunning as the morning dew made the air smell crisp and fresh.
"Maybe one day I can return to teaching..." (Name) said softly and Crowley smiled at the idea, his beloved was an excellent sorcerer and the students were incredibly fond of him. "Maybe next semester we can see how you're feeling" the man said and the pure joy on (name)s face "I know, my kindness knows no bounds" he said teasingly "Maybe I could assist you till then?"
(Name) loved his husband but being cooped up was driving him mad, never going out without the black haired man fretting over him or having people escort him.
"..." Crowley was silent as he thought it over "perhaps" his voice deep as he looked at (name) behind his mask "but you must promise to not overwork yourself"
"Of course, I'll have you there to help me" he said and Crowley smiled down at him, a sense of pride washing over his being "of course my love, I'm always here for you"
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"Early Morning"
| 01.30.23 | 1.4K | Mature |
Dire Crowley X AMAB!Reader
All Involved are 18+ | Smut | Staff x Staff | M!Oral | Relationship | Consensual Somnophilia | Established Relationship | Dick Drunk Crowley | Switch!Crowley | Maschocit!Crowley | Porn w/ No Plot | Etc | Proceed with Caution, Dearest.
T.Manor.Notes: I sacrificed my firstborn to finish this. This is sorta an odd experience for me. So it might sound silly. I hope it doesn't. Like should I give the reader a big d? Or should I leave it as allusive? Jeez writing male smut is hard as fuck. Tell me if this is bad please! Went through all stages of grief. All stages of suffering.
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He wakes up early, hours before the rise of the sun, hours before the singing of the birds. Mask discarded upon his nightstand, hair disheveled, and black blankets jumbled. He lets out a soft groan. Shifting in his bed and rolling onto his side. You lay with your back to him, still peacefully sleeping.
Dire shifts around, scooting closer to you, arm sliding over your form, lips connecting to the nape of your neck. Nails grazing against the skin of your stomach, eyes sliding close, as his warm palm drags downward, gliding over your thigh, thumb running along the band of your boxers. His eyes drift open, moving to sit up properly, laying you on your back. He presses a subdued kiss upon your lips, before shimming underneath the blankets. Hands sliding over your legs, pressing chaste peeks against your thighs, sliding one leg over his shoulder, nose nudging against the outline of your dick.
He lets out a pleased hum, fingers fidgeting with the elastic band, lazily dragging his fingers until they reached your inner thighs, while his other hand pulls down the loose fabric covering your cock. He drags his tongue along your length, feeling it twitch and slowly harden, pre slowly leaking from the tip. He licks it; you tasted absolutely divine. He dives in blindly, bobbing his head down your length, using his saliva to coat your cock and silently begging for you to make him choke. His nails dig into your flesh, forcing himself to take you deeper till his nose brushes against your pelvis as his drool slides down and coats your balls. His hips rutting against the bedsheets.
You react even as you sleep, soft groans slipping past your lips, your hips subconsciously bucking upward, as your hand finds a way to his hair, gently tugging. His eyes nearly roll into the back of his skull. Pure absolute bliss. That has him whimpering against your twitching cock. His bobbing uncoordinated and messy, loving the slightly salty taste that coated his tongue.
Over and Over again.
You shift, rougher than before, forcing him to go slowly, taking your cock. He can feel your tip brush against the back of his throat, slowly rocking your hips. He loves being used by you. He loves feeling you tug on his hair and use him like your own personal cumdump. His right hand cups your balls, gently massaging them as he pulls away from your cock, dripping his saliva on your sensitive head, and gently sucking. Running his tongue along the grooves and edges, eyes flicking up to watch you shudder. While his left shallowly pumps you, using the mixture a pre-cum and saliva to create slick sounds that sends waves of electricity down Dire’s spine. Yet this isn’t enough. He ignores the ache in his tightened briefs, as he exhales hotly, pulling away and watching your face scrunch. He fully slid off your boxers and lowered himself between your legs. Placing your legs over his shoulders as his blew softly on your orifice, watching it clench slightly before dragging his tongue along it.
Your body reacts immediately, nearly arching. He pokes and prods. Feeling your walls constrict around the muscle of his tongue, before slowly, overtime, loosening. He spits a giant glob onto your ass, before he slips his index and middle finger into his mouth, rotating his tongue around his digits. Watching your body shudder and shake, as slides his pulls his fingers from his mouth, letting saliva drip down his fingers and onto the mattress as the tips of his fingers graze along your twitching hole. He slides one in slowly, hearing your breath hitch as you greedily suck him in. You’re just so good to him, even in your sleep, so welcoming, as he leans down, licking your balls, and using his finger to graze along your tight walls.
You call his name, confused, yet breathless, watching golden eyes flicker up to you. He greets you. Eyes flutter over your form as you move your legs from his shoulders, urging him towards you. He does eagerly, yet leaves forces your legs up and open as he does, driving his fingers deeper.
His kiss tastes like you, and you shudder, hands sliding over his shoulders. He whispers against your lips, one hand cupping your face, with the other slips out of you, moving to slip his hardened cock from his briefs. You give him a knowing look, which has him blindly moving to grab a bottle of He begs, pleading for your to allow him to fuck you, just so so good. He deserves it, doesn’t he? He’s just been so so good this morning. So good at pleasing you, sucking your dick and not even touching himself. You can hear the pop of a lid and a sudden coolness that forces a hot exhale from your lips. He teases his cock against your ass. Peppering kisses along your face and neck, shifting to where your knees resting against his hips.
He’s gentle at first, nearly gasping for air, a whine mixed with a groaning slipping past his lips, feeling you stretch so deliciously for him. He fumbles with his words, forehead against your neck, you just feel so divine. Pulling him in so desperately, it’s just so good. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. He whines, feeling you breathe into his ear, arms wrapped around his neck. He’s gentle at first. As his hips meet yours, his length fully nestled deep within you. He waits, waits until you ask him to move. His hand lazily stroking you, thumb rubbing over your cockhead. His thrusts are shallow, listening to the sound of your gushing pussy. He moves to where he’s further away from you, your hands moving to grip the bed sheets beneath you. Your body on full display for him. Just for him.
He just can’t get enough. His teeth dig into his bottom lips, hands gripping your waist, quickening his paces. Ignoring the saliva that dripped past his lips, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head every time you squeeze. You want him. Truly want him. His mind goes blank, watching you greedily take him. Your hips move to match his pace, cock twitching freely, eyes struggling to stay open. He just loves you, loves you so much.
His next thrust is hard, one that has you choking in such lovely surprise. Fumbles of ‘yes’ slip past your lips, ‘Don’t stop’. ‘Please’. Like a record on repeat, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, feeling his cock hit the one-stop that has you unraveling. Your voice rises in pitch, your grip tightening on the sheets. He wants everyone to hear you, to know how good you feel on his dick, that he is whom you wake up to every single morning, that has you walking with a slight limp.
His pace is almost bruising, sending your body jolting, and back arching off your bed. A burning, painful knot forming in the pit of your stomach, tightening after each thrust, has you begging. Desperate for it to snap. Dire sucks in a heavy breath. He’s close, so close. His thrusts slowly turn sloppy and his voice turns into incoherent words and whispers, confessions of his everlasting love. Everlasting. You come together, searing hot waves of pleasure, forcing yourself to become utterly speechless, short huffs of air exiting your lungs, feeling Crowley come inside, filling you with his seed, painting your dripping walls, as you come on him, painting his flush skin with your cum.
He nearly falls over, pupils dilated and locked onto the scene as your cum slides down his chest and stomach, dripping onto your skin and ruined bedsheets. It’s just too much. His cock twitches, and he lets out a hot sigh, his chest shuddering as he looks at you. You look fulfilled. He can’t help but smile, running a hand over your face, leaning forward, and gently kissing your lips. He watches as a ray of sunshine through the open curtains, framing your beautiful face perfectly.
His eyes drink in the scene, etching it into memory. You are just so lovely.
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The Curse of the Fever
x male reader
Relationship: platonic
Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, male reader
Prompt: "Person A takes care of a sick Person B" Person A: M/n Person B: Crowley and Aziraphale
Description: Crowley and Aziraphale get sick and ask M/n for help. M/n takes care of them.
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Neither of them know what happened. Why were their nose stuffy, why did they feel hot, why were they too tired to stand up, why did their throats hurt?
It was a normal day in London except that Aziraphel had closed his library because him and Crowley were feeling weird. And by weird I mean horrible. Crowley was laying on the couch whining and complaining that he was hot and his throat hurt, and Aziraphel was on his chair, with a headache barely being able to speak on the phone. Barely being able to even grab the phone as he spoke into it.
"M/n, we need your help" he said in a very tiny voice almost whispering.
"Are you ok? You don't sound so good" replied M/n, concerned for the angel's well being.
"Could you please come to the library, is an emergency"
"Sure I'll be there right away"
In about 30 minutes M/n was already at the library and once he entered he was met with a whining Crowley and a scared Aziraphel.
"Oh thank heaven you're here, I think we have been cursed" he said in a very scared and alarmed yet low voice. "Ok, first calm down, explain to me what happened"
And explain he did, Aziraphale explained how this morning he had woken up with a soar throat and was so tired that he could barely get out of bed, and how hot he constantly was.
"Crowley, are you having the same symptoms?"
"Yeah" moaned Crowley in pain.
"You know what I think? I think Gabriel, or Beelzebub cursed us" Aziraphel stated to which Crowley nodded.
"Ok, Sherlock, lets not jump to conclusions, first of all" M/n exclaimed rolling his eyes "Secondly, you're not cursed."
"We're not?"
"No, you're not cursed, your sick. What you just described is a fever, there is nothing to be scared about, your not gonna die."
Aziraphale seemed much more relieved realizing that you knew what it was and that its nothing death threatening, but that feeling was replaced with confusion. "But, why are we sick? I mean, I know its normal for humans, but were not- Crowley please all this whining is making my headache worse!" He exclaimed at the demon who just took a pillow from the couch and stuffed his face in it while still whining and moaning.
"As I was saying, were not human, so how come we got sick?"
M/n thought for a moment. It was true, they weren't human and they have never gotten sick before, so why now? It was too hard of a question to answer in the moment so he just sighed ant told Aziraphale to not worry about it right now.
"What's important right now is that the both of you rest and get better, I'm going to go out and buy some medicine for you guys"
"Thank you so much M/n"
And just like that, M/n was stuck taking care of Aziraphale and Crowley. Never has M/n regretted something so much in his life. He has worked with babies more compliant than them. Aziraphale wasn't much of a problem, he ate his food, rested and even though it was clear he didn't like it, he took his medicine with no problem. Crowley on the other hand, was a nightmare to work with, especially while trying to make him take his medicine.
"Crowley you have to take it!!!!"
"NO!!!" the demon yelled while slapping the spoon of medicine out of your hands and on to the floor. "CROWLEY!!!!!" Fights like these kept going until you decide enough is enough.
"Crowley~~"M/n said in a sing song voice making him look up from his blanket. "I know that its been hard for you being sick so I got you your favorite order of coffee"
As soon as he said coffee, Crowley pushed the blanket to the side and made grabby hands. You handed him the cup of coffee and he took it taking a sip of it. It tasted horrible and he was about to spit it out if it wasn't for M/n jumping on top of him and keeping the cup to his mouth making him drink the entire thing. He had put the medicine in the coffee so that it was easier to trick Crowley into drinking it.
"There, that wasn't so hard was it?" Mocked M/n.
"I hate you"
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By the end of the week, Aziraphale and Crowley were feeling a lot better. Aziraphale was working again and Crowley was, well, he was doing whatever it is that he does in the day.
"Thank you so much M/n, I don't know how I could ever repay you" Aziraphale said hugging M/n. "You don't have to repay me, but Crowley could pay for my dinner at the ritz to make up for all that nightmare he made me go through" he responded turning his head towards Crowley who just looked at him annoyed.
"You made me drink medicine coffee, I think we're even"
"No I don't think we are-ACHU!!"
The room went silent as the supernatural beings stared at M/n confused.
"ACHU!!!"
"Are you alright M/n?" asked Aziraphale concerned.
"I'm sure it's noth-ACHU!!" Aziraphale brought his hands to the sneezing man's face, retracting it immediately. "Your burning up, I think maybe you caught our fever. Not to worry though, we shall take care of you just as you took care of us" he said almost seeming excited.
"Oh that not necessary" M/n said before getting cut off by Crowley who was wearing a sly smirk on his face. "Nonsense, we insist"
M/n sneezed again, and realized that there is no way his getting out of this. His care was now on Aziraphale's unqualified and Crowley's vengeful hands.
"Oh, no"
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