#crowley x reader smut

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Bentley Shenanigans (Good Omens)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Guess so, love.”

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[buryustogether]

kinktober day 2: dirty talk - crowley

It hasn't been ten minutes since Aziraphale left you and Crowley to go attend a customer at the front of the bookstore, and your demon's already got his hand down the front of your pants.

"Yeah... there's a pet," Crowley says in that low, sultry tone of his when he knew just how to coax out what he wanted. He watches with those slitted, golden eyes as your head lolls back onto the couch and your hips buck slightly to chase his lean, nimble hand. "You like this, don't you, darling? Fucking up into my palm like you're in heat."

You bring a hand to your mouth to keep in the throaty moan that's pulled from the pit of your belly when his fingers rub against that certain spot that makes you see stars. But then he pulls away, bringing his lips close to the shell of your ear as his thumb hovers above the skin of your inner thigh.

He tisks, murmuring low in a voice that sends you trembling all over again, "None of that, love. Put it at your side - good. So good for me. I want to hear you, you know that? I want everyone in this damn bookstore to hear you. I want this entire street to hear how good I make you feel."

Finally his fingers return to their earlier rhythm from before and you keen, hips canting up into his hand. He grins, and his teeth are just a bit too sharp to be human, but in this moment you really don't give a damn. Anyone could walk in at the moment and see a literal demon fucking you with his hand, all yellow eyes and sharpened teeth and tipped ears, and you would simply tip your head back to give them a better show.

"Perfect darling," Crowley mutters as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. "So good and obedient for me. Always so receptive. Yeah, just like that. After this, I'll give you my tongue and you'll see stars. How does that sound?"

You think that sounds sinfully wonderful.

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[bunnysbrainrot]

Hi! May I request Crowley x reader in a fitting room? x3

“Darling, won’t you come out and show me?” Crowley purred as he waited outside the fitting room.

Being with Crowley had shown you a life of elegance - and luxury shopping was a newfound activity. On your own, you would never consider getting a dress that cost as much as your monthly rent, but here you were. You ogled at the price tag attached to the article.

$2,500

You sighed, staring back in the mirror. To your own credit, the dress did suit you well, but somehow you still weren’t sure about it.

“I don’t know about this one,” you said softly.

Crowley’s voice was just beyond the thick velvet curtain that had given you some privacy. He slipped a hand around the edge of the curtain.

There was a slick flirtation in his tone, “Maybe I can give my input.”

You watched him enter the fitting room - your silence told him everything he needed to know. Crowley found you gorgeous wearing just about anything, or even nothing at all. The one issue he wanted to help you with was your self image. After endless months of shopping each week, you had a full walk-in closet full of new dresses, shirts, coats, skirts, and pants to don. At times, it could be a little too much.

But this outfit was special. Your anniversary with the King of Hell was approaching, and you’d both insisted on sporting a new look for the occasion. That pressure was precisely why you couldn’t decide how you felt about this dress. Was it good enough for him?

The demon’s eyes found your backside first, a smirk tugging at the his lips. Crowley reached out a tentative hand, grazing your waistline as he admired the way it hugged your curves. He let out a low hum as his hands roamed toward your ass.

“Crowley, I’m serious. I don’t know if… if it’s good enough,” you admitted, but refusing to move his hands. They wandered further - up your tummy, sweeping out away from your chest, to your shoulders. Crowley scanned you in the mirror, his eyes more analytical this time.

“I would share my thoughts. But, they wouldn’t be appropriate.”

You smacked him lightly, “I mean how I look while clothed, pervert.”

Crowley chuckled in reply, looking back into your eyes in the mirror ahead of you.

He leaned toward your ear, “You look good enough to eat.”

Laughing softly, you glanced to the floor for a moment. Your cheeks had flushed to a pale pink at his flirtation, somewhat changing your mind on the dress. Surely if his hands were already roving over you, it would be a great choice.

“In fact… I think we should test something.”

You looked at him quizzically, cocking an eyebrow at him back in the mirror. Crowley gave your hips a gentle squeeze, grinding his own into your ass. You let out a soft whine, head falling back against his shoulder.

“What are we testing?” your voice had hushed with the heat pooling between your thighs. Crowley gave your ass a firm squeeze before he lifted your dress, painfully slow, up your thighs.

“Well, kitten,” he began, peppering your neck with kisses. “I need to see if it looks even better like this.”

Crowley pressed a hand to your lower back, coaxing you to bend at the waist in front of him. The dress had perfectly accentuated every curve the King loved - from the small of your waist, to your supple ass now pushed against his crotch. Images flowed through his mind a mile a minute. Hell, he could take you right here.

It’s not like anyone would say anything, anyways. They wouldn’t dare make a remark against the King of Hell, or his beloved.

Your breathing labored as he ground into you once again. His erection greeted you through the layers of fabric, an incessant teasing of what he could swiftly deliver to you.

“Let’s see,” Crowley cooed, hitching the dress past your hips and bunching around your middle. The King lowered himself to his knees, eyes keen on your ass and thighs. He spread your ass to find your clothed sex, admiring the wetness that soaked your panties, the semi-transparency showing him an outline of your slick folds.

He planted a kiss on your ass, moving closer toward your pussy. You shuddered against him, though he now held you steady with a firm hand on the front of your thighs.

“I think I’ll take you just like this,” Crowley whispered, his breath hot against your core. You ground backward against him, planting your ass firmly against his face. He let out a low chuckle while he hooked a finger at the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down masterfully to your ankles.

Without warning, Crowley’s tongue dove between your folds, moving steadily against your throbbing clit, swirling and sucking to draw out those sweet noises he loved. You fought back a moan, biting your lip while you watched him in the reflection - crouched, both hands now scouring your exposed thighs while his tongue worked on you. A high-pitched whine fell past your lips when Crowley replaced his tongue with a finger, dipping smoothly into your entrance.

A moment passes without any movement. You whine again, now bucking your hips on the single digit. Crowley bit gently into your ass, finally curling his finger downward to stroke your sweet spot, earning another soft moan in reply.

His voice rumbled against your skin, “I think you’ll be even prettier in this while I’m taking you from behind. Don’t you agree?”

You nodded dumbly, looking back at him. Crowley met your eyes, half-lidded with lust.

“Look at yourself, pretty girl. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Easing into him, Crowley guided a second finger into you, curling in sync with the first. The added size stretched you slowly around his fingers. Heat roiled in your aching cunt, walls fluttering as he picked up the pace. His knuckles crashed against you as he deepened his angle, your slick coating his fingers and down his palm. The lewd sounds coming from your pussy were nothing short of blasphemous. Mixed now with your drawn out moans, Crowley smiled at you in the mirror while you struggled to keep your eyes trained on your own face, now completely overrun by pleasure.

“That’s a good girl. My beautiful, darling girl.”

The praise left you shuddering around his fingers when your orgasm took you over. Your back arched into his touch, then doubled over as the shockwaves of the climax coursed through your tight cunt. Crowley’s pace slowed, but remained deep, not letting you catch a breath for a single moment.

Your plea came out as a pathetic moan, “Crowley, this is going to ruin the dress.”

“We’re just breaking it in, sweetness. Besides, it’s yours anyway.”

His fingers struck your g-spot once again, bringing out a soft cry from you. Crowley slowed his pace and removed his fingers, locking eyes with you in the mirror as he licked his fingers of your slick, moaning at the taste. He stood and positioned himself behind you, hard cock pressed firmly against your ass. Your hips bucked backward on instinct to give yourself more friction.

Rhythmically, he rolled his hips into you, easing his erection against your sex, and gasping in admiration as your expression changed in the mirror.

“Crowley,” you whispered, “please.”

The King replied with a small tsk tsk tsk, looking down at your ass pressed against him.

“My love, when we’re alone like this, you know what to call me. I suggest you correct yourself.”

Your eyes widened as you realized your mistake. Calling him by his name was a pathetic effort to remind him that this was not the time, nor place, for this. But, if Crowley decided that this risk was worth it, then you would follow his lead.

“Sir,” you replied; Crowley’s head snapped up, staring you down darkly, “I need you.”

He hummed contently, his hands reaching for his belt. You heard the metal clinking together before his pants shoved halfway down his thighs. A heavy cock slapped against your ass, making you hitch a breath. Crowley gripped the base of his length and eased the thick head into your folds, gliding over your swollen clit.

You let out a wanton moan; the King smiled at you in the mirror before he lined himself up with your entrance, aching with anticipation. Crowley gripped your chin and directed your attention to him as he slowly eased into you. The two of you sighed while his cock stretched you out, up until he bottomed out in your warm cunt.

Crowley began to thrust, though slow and drawn-out at first, and finding a steady pace. The noises from before, when his fingers had ravaged your insides, were nothing in comparison. Surely, if there was anyone within earshot, they’d have heard you.

The wet thwack of his hips crashing into yours echoed around the dressing room. No matter how badly you wanted to, you didn’t dare look away from the mirror, in which you saw exactly what Crowley was doing. One hand gripped your hip, while the other that had been on your chin had lowered to your throat, tugging you upwards and against his chest.

He fucked into you at a merciless pace, never hesitating to whisper into your ear.

“You’re taking me so well, princess.”

You cried out when he bit into your shoulder. Crowley laughed against your skin, finding his way back to your ear.

“Stretching you out, buried deep in that sweet little pussy of yours… that’s where I belong. And you know it, too.”

His cock pounded against your cervix, now impossibly deep inside of your convulsing walls. A second orgasm crashed over you; Crowley groaned as your walls clamped around his cock.

Crowley took hold of your arms, having been limp at your sides, trying to gain purchase of anything in front of you. He gripped each wrist and tugged them back, bracing himself with the tension as he folded you over as you’d been before.

The quick pace from before resumed, his hips snapping into yours. You softly cried out while Crowley pounded you from behind, unable to move your hands to touch him.

He said amusingly as you struggled in his grip, “I know, sweet girl. I know what you need, but Daddy needs to take of this first.”

The thrusts became harsher as Crowley worked you toward another orgasm, responding with a deep thrust each time you shuddered around his cock. You glanced back up at him, your lustful eyes locking onto his. You gave him a playful smile before clenching onto him again, purely to draw out that breathy moan you loved. His hips began to falter as his orgasm chased your own.

“Come on, sweetness, finish with me,” he demanded through gritted teeth. You’d known exactly how to send him over that edge.

All you had to do was meet his eyes, give him a devious smile, and clench down onto his cock, and he’d be undone. As you’d thought, this is what took him over. Crowley threw his head back as his orgasm rolled through him. Warm ropes of his cum flooded your walls, coating them with his seed. Your orgasm followed soon after, making Crowley whine as you tightened around his sensitive tip.

You both caught your breath before he pulled out of you. He lowered himself to see the aftermath, ogling at the sight of his cum leaking from your stretched hole. Crowley collected it on his fingers, brushing over your clit. You stood there on wobbly legs as Crowley brought his hand to your mouth, letting you taste him around his slick fingers.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” he remarked. “Swallow.”

It was salty and thick on your tongue. You licked him clean and swallowed dutifully, smiling back at him. Crowley leaned in to kiss your cheek and helped you stand more fully before adjusting his pants around his hips.

The King was no novice with aftercare, though this dressing room was not ideal. Crowley gently tugged your dress back down your thighs, planting kisses on your legs along the way. He gave you soft praises as he neatly folded your original outfit, securing it in his arms.

“You did so well,” he whispered, kissing your temple, then your lips. You could still taste yourself on his mouth, foreign and erotic.

“Let’s get that dress. I’ll have a bath drawn for you when we’re home.”

“And after the bath?” You quipped with a smirk.

Crowley let out a low chuckle, ushering you out of the dressing room.

“Round two, already?”

Hey! Do you want a one-shot of your favorite characters? My inbox is open for requests, so ask away!

-Bunny

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[creelmalfoylaufeyson69]

My Angel

Warnings: smut and fluff

Y/n was a human, but they had a Angel and demon friend. The trio met when Y/n was searching up a bookshop that was nearby. They had heard about Aziraphale and Co, and decided to go there. When they had arrived at the bookshop, they were greeted with a warm smile and welcome from Aziraphale

Crowley was there, and was looking at them with his sunglasses on. “Hello! I’m Y/n. I just came to look around this place, if that’s alright” Aziraphale was amazed by how kind they were since people usually knew where to look for specific books. “Of course! If you have any questions, please don’t be afraid to ask” they smiled as Crowley continued to examine the human

Aziraphle had noticed, and felt uncomfortable by the situation. “Okay!” They say cheerfully as they now went to look around. Aziraphale went to pull aside his friend out of curiosity. “Why were you just staring at that human?” Aziraphale asked him

“I think that’s the human that hell’s been talking about. The sacrifice soon to come” Aziraphale had gasped, and soon placed his hand over his mouth. “That’s them?” Crowley nods his head as Aziraphale looks over his shoulder to look at them. Y/n looks at the angel now as the angel looks back at his friend

“We need to do something about it Aziraphale” Crowley says, which makes Aziraphale nod his head in agreement. “We need to get closer towards them, and- I actually don’t know where to go from there, but we’ll figure it along the road” Crowley explains. Aziraphale nods his head

A year in of the friendship, Crowley found himself falling for the human as they were also falling for him. Aziraphale had let them leant some of his books, since he knew they would return it in perfect condition. Aziraphale also hadn’t picked up on the subtle hints of his two other friends sometimes flirting with each other in front of him

Aziraphale would be upset if he found out what his two friends really felt for each other. Aziraphale knew Crowley wasn’t too keen on following rules of either side, but a human being with a demon would just raise chaos 

Y/n was currently in their car just driving home to meet up with Crowley, since he had a surprise for them. Whilst they were driving, fire came out from under the road covering their car and them

Crowley had realized how much time had passed by, and was getting worried. He gets up from their couch and headed towards his Bentley. Before he could reach the door, Y/n appeared in front of him after flames had vanished away from around them

He was shocked, but then he realized what happened. “No no no… this wasn’t supposed to happen to you, not like this at least. Fuck! I should’ve told you” Crowley takes his glasses off now. Their iris was black and their pupils were blood red. They had demon wings and scars all over them from the fire

“Crowley I’ve always known this was going to happen” they start which confuses him, but was more freaked out when he woke up to them tugging him awake. It had turned out he had fallen asleep while waiting for them, and also had taken his glasses off to reveal his eyes

He looks at them as they now stopped. He felt the buildup of tears coming, but he wasn’t going to show his tears to them. They looked at his eyes in awe, and had always wanted to know what they’ve looked like. Crowley sits up, but the two kept looking at each other

“You have such pretty eyes Crow” they complimented as they wanted nothing more then to be on top of him or underneath him, but they contained themselves since he had just woke up from a nightmare. He blushes as he places a hand on their cheek

They blushed now, as he now kisses them on their lips. They returned the kiss, and soon found themselves on top of him. They pulled apart as a smile forms on his face now. They had no clue why he was acting like this, but if they knew the dream he had-

“You really think I have pretty eyes?” He asked them, which makes them nod their head. He kissed them on the lips again. Soon Crowley and Y/n’s clothes were both ‘magically’ gone. This makes Y/n pull apart now in confusion

“Would I scare you off if I told you I was a demon?” They kissed him on the lips as a response. Y/n had already had a massive crush on him, but him being a demon adds to it. Their lips moved to his collarbone to leave hickeys now

He moans as they marked him. Once they we’re done, he switches positions with them. He begins to leave hickeys on their neck now. They moaned as his hand grasped onto thigh. “Hmph” they moaned. Once he stopped leaving hickeys on their neck, he asked them if they really wanted this

“Yes Crow” they say calmly, despite being horny as fuck. He lines up his cock with their pussy, and then enters. They moaned, and then grasped onto the side of the cushion to keep steady. He starts at a steady pace while his hands go on top of theirs

It was quite nice, but in the back of Crowley’s mind was fear that Aziraphale would knock on the door to look for his friends. “What’s wrong?” They asked him since they noticed the worried look on his face he had for a second. “Aziraphale would be so upset if he caught us. We’re not supposed to fuck humans. I never liked the rules on either side however, but he does” Crowley explained as he find himself not enjoying the moment because of how terrified he was

They felt bad, and told him he can definitely stop if he’s not comfortable at the moment. He had stopped, which didn’t make them upset. He had laid down next to them, and held onto them tightly. “We can do it when you feel more comfortable doing so Crow. No need to rush” he smiles at the comment they made, and even if he knew damn well that they would’ve said something like this regardless, his mind always goes to these thoughts of what they’d never say

Crowley knew he could never tell Aziraphale about eventually calling it official with the human. He was just too scared, despite how long he’s known him, it still just scared him. Y/n and Crowley only made out, since that’s all Crowley was comfortable with at the moment. They didn’t mind at all, and was completely understanding the whole time

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[aliahm]

Crowley x Gender Neutral Reader (Smut)

Summary: You decide to be honest with Crowley about what’s been on your mind, leading to a very memorable first time.

(I wrote this entire story, including the smut, about a gender neutral reader. Please let me know if I made any mistakes, so I can correct them and make this story as inclusive as possible).

Warnings: Unprotected sex, first time, nervous reader, crying, praise, pet names (gender neutral), oral sex (giving, not receiving)

If I left out any content warnings please let me know, so I can add them.

(Both the moodboard and the divider were made by me, using images found on Tumblr, Twitter and Google. Full credit goes to the owners of the images. The title is a lyric from the song “Once Upon a December”, from “Anastasia” <3).

“Are you alright, love?” Crowley asked, switching off the volume on the television, before turning to face you and draping his arm across the back of the couch.

“Oh, um, yeah I’m fine, I heard you.” you replied, trying your best to maintain eye contact. You had been chatting while watching a sitcom together and nothing was out of the ordinary, but you felt like a nervous wreck.

There was no question that you were safe with him. He always did his best to make sure you were comfortable and happy, but what you hoped he didn’t realize was that you became flustered around him incredibly easily (no matter how much you wished you didn’t).

“You’ve been looking everywhere except at me. Have I upset you?”

“What? No, it’s nothing to do with you, I promise.” you assured him immediately. You hadn’t ever meant to make him feel guilty.

“Then what’s the matter?”

“Well,” you began, “nothing is wrong. It’s just- it’s silly.”

“Whatever it is, you can tell me.” he said. His voice was gentle and he waited patiently as you decided how to answer him.

“I’m not upset, I just get nervous around you. Not uncomfortable at all, I love being with you, I just, I look at you and- wow this is ridiculous. I never know where to look when I look at you.” you rambled, your eyes drifting from his face to his hair, then to his clothes, the watch on his wrist, his hands, then back to his mesmerizing eyes, just as had happened just about every time he was with you.

Hie eyebrows were raised, which caused you to replay your words in your mind and you almost jumped when you heard your last sentence. “I never know where to look when I look at you”.

Your eyes widened and your body went stiff as you realized how suggestive that sounded. Still, you couldn’t help but think how true it was, as you remembered all the times you had felt your heart begin to pound and your mind begin to race as you looked at him lounging on a bench in St. James park, or deep in thought on the gorgeous, throne-like chair in his flat.

“Oh?” he responded, with a smile on his lips that could be heard in his voice as he spoke. “Is that right?”

You wondered what exactly you should say and do next. He didn’t seem uncomfortable or embarrassed at all. In fact, he looked quite pleased (with himself, with you, or both, you couldn’t tell).

He leaned back, held his hand out to you and said, “Come here, sweetheart”. When you took his hand, he guided you onto his lap.

“Hey,” he cooed, “look at me”. Your eyes met his once again and he told you: “You say you don’t know where to look, but I think you do. I’ve seen you looking at me, and it’s okay, you don’t have to be nervous around me, for any reason”.

“I know I don’t have to be, and I don’t want to be. It just happens and I don’t know why.” you explained, frustrated with yourself, but proud that you were talking about how you felt.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked, and when you nodded, he leaned close to your ear and whispered, “I know what you’ve been thinking about when you look at me, and you know what? I think about it too”.

You didn’t think you were that easy to read, but you realized then that you were probably very obvious about it, and you decided that you were definitely glad that was the case.

“Really?” you asked anyway, wanting to convince the part of your mind that wouldn’t believe what he had told you.

“Really.” he replied, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“So,” he continued, trailing his lips down to your collarbone, “How about,” he surprised you by biting down softly, “I show you,” he placed a kiss on the bite, “what those thoughts of yours,” he kissed his way back up to your ear and bit down slightly harder, causing you to whimper softly, “actually feel like?”

“Okay.” you replied, wishing your voice wouldn’t tremble. “You can show me”.

He smiled at you and kissed your lips softly. “Let’s take this to the bedroom, then, yeah?” he suggested.

You nodded, then you both stood up, as he switched the television off with a snap of his fingers. He led you down the hallway, to his bedroom, with his hand in yours the entire way there. When you walked in, he lifted your intertwined hands and pressed his lips to your knuckles, then he placed his hands on your upper arms and let them drift down to rest on your hips. He looked directly into your eyes and told you, “if at any point, you want me to stop, I want you to tell me, alright?”

“I will.” you agreed, with a small smile on your lips.

“Good”.

His fingers danced over the waistband of your jeans. “Can I take these off?”

You hesitated for a moment, reminding yourself of what was about to happen. “Yes.” you replied, nodding. He unbuttoned them with a single swift movement and helped you out of them, sliding his hands down your legs as he did, then back up.

“Now my shirt.” you said, more to yourself than him.

“I’ll only take it off if you want me to, love.” he assured you.

You thought of the feeling of his hands on your bare legs moments ago, and you decided that you wanted to feel him against your skin as much as possible. “Go ahead.” you allowed him.

He did as you asked him and in that moment you realized that he could have just snapped his fingers and removed your clothing in an instant, but instead he was taking his time, making sure you were comfortable before he took anything off of you. He was taking care of you, just as he always did.

“Ready?” he asked, and when you told him you were, he took your underwear off. He admired you as you stood before him, completely bare for the first time, and you suddenly felt the same vulnerability you had talked to him about on the couch. He noticed your unease and kissed you again, hoping to reassure you.

“Lie down for me.” he instructed softly. You got comfortable on the large bed, and he knelt over you, nudging your legs apart. His hand drifted lightly down your chest and stomach, stopping just shy of placing his hand between your legs. “Oh, look at this,” he cooed, “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so ready for me”.

That’s when you realized just how obviously aroused you already were and you looked away from him, your face suddenly feeling very warm.

“Aww, don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. It’s a good thing.” he said sweetly. “Keep your eyes on me, alright?”

Once you were looking at him again, one of his hands was between your legs, while he held himself above you with the other, which was beside your head.

He was gentle and attentive, carefully watching your reactions for any sign that you were uncomfortable or in pain. Once he was sure you were alright, his movements quickened slightly. The soft gasps and moans that had left your lips since he began got louder and as your body trembled, you reached up and tugged on the neckline of his shirt.

“What is it my love? You want me to take it off?”

You nodded, not fully trusting yourself to speak just yet. Immediately, he snapped his fingers and his shirt disappeared. His other hand was still at work between your legs. You held on to his shoulders and a small groan formed in his throat as your nails pressed into his skin.

“I- I think I-“ you tried desperately to tell him that you were already close, but your voice wouldn’t cooperate and your words were cut off by loud whines.

“Shh, I know, I know. It’s alright darling, cum for me.” he encouraged you, and before long, your first orgasm took hold as a sob was ripped from you. You felt yourself dripping onto his hand and the bedsheets.

“That’s it, sweetheart, there you go.” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your forehead, then your cheek, then your jaw, running his other hand up and down your shoulder to help calm you down. When you were still, he lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers clean. Your eyes widened at the sight and you gasped, making him laugh softly.

“You want to stop now?” he asked. Despite his own arousal, he would have stopped there without hesitation if that was what you wanted. He had always been patient with you, and he would never do anything to make you uncomfortable.

“Not yet.” you replied, and you tentatively reached down to rest your hand on his waist. That’s when you realized that you could see, even with his trousers on. that he was hard. Your fingers shook slightly as you slowly moved your hand to his belt. “Can we, well can you-“ you began. You were nowhere near as nervous as you had been when you first entered his bedroom, but you just couldn’t seem to find the words for what you wanted to ask him.

Thankfully he understood, and he gave you a kiss before saying, “Anything you want, love”. Your hand was still on his belt and he followed your gaze down to his clothed hardness. “You wanna take the rest off for me?” he asked you. You looked at him in surprise, then you nodded, and he guided your hand to rest on his belt buckle.

You did your best to unbuckle his belt as smoothly as he had unbuttoned your jeans earlier, and thankfully you didn’t fumble. You unbuttoned his trousers after that and you immediately felt your eyes widen at the sight of him straining against the fabric of his boxers. He cooed softly at you and said, “it’s alright, you can touch me if you want to”.

You hesitated, not sure exactly what to do, so he took hold of your wrist and slowly placed your hand onto his length. When you moved your hand, you heard his breath hitch and you pulled back immediately. “Oh, sweetheart, no. You didn’t hurt me, alright? Don’t worry.” he quickly reassured you. “Go on”.

“Okay” you agreed, your voice stronger than before. You hooked your fingers underneath the waist of his trousers and began pulling them down. Soon you realized that you wouldn’t be able to get them all the way off while he was kneeling over you. “I didn’t think this through did I?” you sighed.

He smiled, leaned down and pecked your lips, nudging his nose against yours playfully. With another snap of his fingers, the remainder of his clothes were gone. You had never seen him while he wasn’t wearing his usual outfit, and as your eyes travelled down his body, you wondered how many people had ever had the opportunity to see him as you saw in that moment. He was the embodiment of the paintings and sculptures of gods and heroes admired within the walls of museums and so much more.

A quiet sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a sigh left your lips as you reminded yourself that this demon, this loving, caring, gorgeous demon, was here with you. He was guiding you through this experience, because he loved you.

“I’m so lucky.” you murmured, with an amazed smile on your face.

“Darling, trust me, I’m the lucky one.” he insisted, his expression mirroring your own.

He helped guide you into the right position, and when you were comfortable, he told you, “Try to relax. If it hurts or you want to stop, tell me, and we’ll stop, alright?”

You nodded and he entered you slowly, little by little, trying not to overwhelm or hurt you. You hadn’t even realized that you were biting your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet. You weren’t in pain, but the unfamiliar feeling of him inside you seemed to be too much and soon you cried out for him, desperate for him to tell you that you would be alright.

“I’m here, my love, I’m right here. Just breathe.” he whispered, repeatedly pressing kisses to your shoulder and neck. “I won’t move until you’re ready”.

“Could you-“ you hesitated, “could you hold my hand?” you asked, your own voice sounding far away. Immediately, he placed his hand in yours, which had been tightly gripping the bedsheets, laced your fingers together, and kissed the back of it. You breathed deeply and then told him, “You can move”.

He began gently rocking his hips, and soon he was moving at a slow, steady pace. You weren’t trying to be quiet anymore, and you were sure that you couldn’t even if you wanted to. You were moaning and panting uncontrollably and you wondered if you were being too loud, but it didn’t seem to matter to him. He leaned close to your ear so you could hear his quiet groans as he moved.

You couldn’t tell how long it had been, but at some point the pleasure building inside of you felt so strong that you weren’t sure how much more you could handle. That’s when you felt yourself begin to cry, and you looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he would help you through it.

“Poor thing.” he muttered, more to himself than you, as your grip on his hand tightened and your strained whimpers filled the room. He hated when you were in pain or upset in any way, yet still, the fact that you wanted him to comfort you, to make you feel better as you laid in his bed, crying and vulnerable, he couldn’t deny, he loved it.

“Shh, shh” he soothed you, his lips brushing against your ear. “It’s okay to cry, love. It’s just you and me, yeah? I know it’s all new to you right now, but you don’t have to be afraid. You’re alright, I promise”.

He held you close as he trailed his lips down your neck, then he pulled back and held your chin, turning your head so you were looking at him once again. You calmed down a bit as you tried to focus on him and remind yourself that, as overwhelming as this all was, you were alright. He was here to take care of you.

“Is it too much? Do you want to stop?” he asked, as tears continued to drip down your face.

“No, no, I-“ you tried to explain to him that you weren’t crying because of pain. “I’m okay. It’s just- it’s all so much”.

“I know darling,” he cooed, squeezing your hand comfortingly. “You’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you”. He continued the steady rocking of his hips and soon you were fighting to keep yourself from screaming. You felt your entire body tense, before your second orgasm took over. Your closed your eyes and you could feel your heart pounding wildly as fire seemed to travel all throughout your body, from your stomach all the way to your fingertips.

Crowley kept you close to him, wanting to make sure you were alright. “I’ve got you sweetheart, I’ve got you, cum for me. That’s it, just like you did before.” he coaxed you. Soon you went limp in his arms and as you tried to even out your breathing, he leaned down and kissed your jaw and neck over and over until you had calmed down once again.

He waited until you were comfortable before he pulled out of you slowly, then he brushed away the tear tracks on your face with his thumb and kissed you where they had been. After that, he began to carefully clean you up with a damp cloth you hadn’t seen him pick up. He gently ran his hands over your body as he did, trying to help you relax.

It wasn’t long before you realized that he was still hard. Apparently you hadn’t lasted as long as you felt like you had. “Wait, you didn’t-“ you began, “I didn’t realize-“

“Hey,” he placed his hand on the side of your face. “You don’t need to worry about me, alright?”

“No,” you replied, “It’s okay. I want to help, I’m just not sure how”.

A small smile lifted the corners of his lips. “Such a sweet little thing.” he cooed, his thumb stroking your jaw. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” you told him. “but I think I’ll need you to tell me what to do”.

“Don’t worry about a thing, love. I’ll do all the work”.

He stood up, took your hand, and walked to the edge of the bed, then he sat down and began his instructions.

“On your knees”.

As you knelt in front of him, you noticed that there was now a pillow beneath you on the floor of the bedroom. “Deep breaths, alright?” he reminded you, as he laced your fingers together once again and brought your joined hands to rest on his thigh. “Squeeze my hand if you want me to stop”.

He ran his thumb over your lower lip softly, then he said, “Alright, open your mouth for me”. You did as he said, as his hand cupped your jaw, then you began to slowly take him into your mouth, though he knew you couldn’t take much of him just yet.

When he was just barely in your mouth, he placed his hand on the back of your head and told you “You don’t have to do anything, just relax and I’ll take care of the rest”.

He waited for a moment, then he began guiding your movements, making sure he didn’t push you too far. You couldn’t help but wonder, with how focused he had been on you, if he was actually enjoying himself. You hesitantly tried giving a few small, slow licks and you saw his eyes widen, as a quiet gasp left his lips. You thought you might be embarrassing yourself with your attempts, but he quickly put an end to that by encouraging you.

“Can you do that again for me, sweetheart? That’s right, keep going”.

His words seemed to give you more confidence, and they made you even more eager to please. You quickened your pace, with him guiding himself in and out of your mouth all the while. Soon his eyes were closed and his head was tilted back slightly. His quiet moans were the most gorgeous sound, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t proud that you were the one coaxing them from him.

When you saw him biting his lip just as you had earlier, you knew that he was close. You heard him stifle what sounded like a sort of growl and you could tell he was trying to hold himself back. You continued your movements and before long, his release finally took over.

He groaned and his grip on you tightened just a bit as you tasted him on your tongue. You tried your best to swallow as much as you could, but when he pulled out of your mouth, some of his seed dripped down your face. He ran his hand through his hair as he breathed heavily for a moment, his eyes still closed; then, with a snap of his fingers he had cleaned himself off, and he wasted no time in pulling you up, into his lap once again. He used the back of his hand to wipe off your chin, then he leaned in and kissed your temple.

“Thank you” you said quietly, “for taking care of me”.

“You don’t have to thank me, darling. I should be the one thanking you for trusting me”.

“I knew I would be fine.” you told him, studying the snake tattoo on the side of his face. “You make me feel safe”.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked. You were messing with his hair as you answered him, thinking that it still somehow looked unexpectedly neat. “I feel good. I know it’s silly to ask, because I really didn’t do much, but, did I do okay? Was it good for you too?”

“Would you give yourself a break for once love? You were perfect.” he insisted, and as you looked at him, with his now disheveled hair, adoration shining in his beautiful golden eyes and a gentle smile gracing his lips, there seemed to be no words that could express how much love and admiration you felt in that moment.

You slowly pressed your lips to the side of his face, against the tattoo that you always found yourself fascinated by, then he turned his head and captured your lips with his own, tugging on your lower lip slightly to coax your mouth open, and slipped his forked tongue into your mouth, kissing you deeply. His hand rested on the side of your neck, with his fingers just barely wrapped around the back of it.

When you pulled away from each other, one final snap of his fingers had you both laying on the bed, under the soft sheets, him with his hands resting behind his head, and you with your head nestled in the crook of his neck, where you repeatedly left kisses across his skin.

You felt so safe laying in bed with him, so loved. You reminded yourself that life would resume soon enough, but that didn’t matter right then. What mattered was that you were with Crowley, and he was with you, and you could both relax together, without a care in the world. On top of that, you knew that when you did return to the world outside of his bedroom, you would still have each other.

You were eternally grateful for that, and you hoped he could tell, as he wrapped his arms around you, closed his eyes and whispered, “Rest, darling”

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

[cutiesgaloree]

HUNGRY FOR MORE !!

dire crowley x reader

context: you give your "benevolent" parter a feel of your mouth during a meeting between several important headmasters

warnings: mdni, semi-public, oral (male receiving)

Crowley was thankful his mask was able to hide most of his face, for he would be rendered a flustered mess without it. You licked a long, wet stripe up his shaft from under the table, teasing the poor man by giving kitten licks to his sensitive tip. He remained as quiet as he could, stifling moans by coughing into his fist.

"Dire, do you find yourself well? You've been coughing quite the bit and you seem very red," commented the RSA headmage.

"Yes- ah~, I'm fine!" the man stuttered back, nearly exposing himself as you took his hard length into your warm mouth. The other headmaster gave a skeptical nod before returning to the subject, all while you quickened your pace. A clawed hand shoved itself under the table and gripped your hair, yet you continued your ministrations relentlessly.

Peeking under the table, Crowley almost came from the sight. Pretty lips wrapped around his shaft, glistening with drool and his pre-cum. Gorgeous, teary eyes stared up into his own, desire shining in them.

By the seven, you looked hot.

"Mmhf," you moaned softly around his length. Crowley leaned back into his chair, panting as quietly as he could, head slightly thrown back at the vibrations from your sweet noises.

In your mouth, you began to feel him twitch, and so you used your trump card, which was simply fondling his balls and massaging them between your hands.

Crowley's legs banged up on the table and you felt his hot seed shoot into your mouth. You continued sucking him, up and down, until you milked him dry, humming slightly in satisfaction.

"Uwahh~" Crowley moaned, before realizing everyone was staring at him and doubled over in feigned pain. "My knees hurt from that- mmh~, h-hit.. Haha, how clumsy of me. Please, do carry on."

Settling down, he glanced at you between his thighs. An amused expression adorned your captivating features-- a smidge of pearly substance leaking onto your lips-- and he swore that when the meeting was over he'd be sure to return the favor~

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[1000roughdrafts]

Supporting Characters x Reader Master List

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

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

Gabriel X Reader

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

John Winchester x Reader 

Mini Series xx 

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

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

Wayward Women x Reader 

Charlie x Reader 

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

Rowena x Reader 

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

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

Donna X Reader 

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

Crowley x Reader

One Shots xx Both 18+ / Explicit

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

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

General:Supernatual x Reader (no pairings) 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yunggoblin]

Warm Pie - Crowley (18+)

Pairing: Crowley x Female!Reader

Summary: Coming home from a three day hunt Dean finds that his pie has been fucked with, literally. You make two fresh pies, only to catch the person who’s been destroying the pies with his dick later that night.

Warnings: 18+, Cussing, Smut, Pie Fucking, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,657

You walked inside of the bunker, exhausted, worn out and sore from a three day hunt, taking out a vampire’s nest. You always try to remind yourself that hunting isn’t always fun and games, sure it has its ups like saving people. Then there was the down side about it, it didn’t put money in your pocket and you weren’t getting any younger as the years rolled by. You sighed tiredly, sliding the heavy backpack full of clothes off your shoulders. Shuffling down the hallway, leaving a trail of your items behind you heard Sam huffed.

“Really, Y/N? You can’t hang your things up?“ Sam questioned as he grabbed the bag that was randomly lying in the middle of the room and hung it up. 

You twirled around at your older brother. "I’m tired, I’m covered in vampire blood from head to toe.” You hissed, after staying up for three days and two nights you were in no mood to be lectured at. “Samuel.” You strictly said, pinching the bridge of your nose and eyes closed. Taking a deep breath before you speak. “I would like to relax for once, just an hour or so.” You gritted your teeth, obviously cranky from lack of sleep from the past three days. “Now please, stop complaining. I’ll clean my mess up when I get done from the shower.” You turned around making your way towards your room. 

Once you made your way into the bathroom and stripped out of the bloody clothing you stepped into the steamy hot shower. Sighing softly in relaxation and letting the water run down your body, you couldn’t help but feeling you were being watched. You gripped the curtain and quickly poked your head out to see no one in sight, just the steam fogging up the mirror and swirling around the bathroom getting sucked up by the blowing vent. Shrugging your shoulders you went back to taking your shower and scrubbing off the redness of the blood from your body. 

”Y/N!“ You heard your name being called as you made your way down the hallway towards the kitchen. 

“What’s up, Dean?” You asked as you wrapped a towel around your head, having your damp hair up. You got dressed into some fresh pajamas after your steaming hot shower. Your feet pitter pattered into the kitchen, glad to not be wearing bulky boots.

"Did you do this?“ Dean asked angrily, pointing towards the table. Your eyes made their way towards the pie that had a hole in the middle of it and was a bit sloppy along with two slight dented circles below the large hole. 

You arched an eyebrow wondering what happened to the poor apple pie. Your mind instantly thought of that one scene from American Pie only to have you bursting out laughing. "One of you boys get lonely over the nights?” You teased, placing your hand over your mouth snickering. 

"It’s not funny! Who would do this to a poor pie!?“ Dean pouted and crossed his arms. "Sam, did you do this?” Dean snapped dark eyes darting towards his youngest brother. 

Sam quickly placed his hands up in self defense. “I didn’t do it.” Sam quickly said. 

"And I don’t have a dick to do that.“ You laughed at the deformed pie in the middle of the table. "Plus, it would make more sense if it was you, you sure it wasn’t you who did this?” You questioned. “You’re the one who loves pie so damn much.” You grinned. “Was it like this when you bought it?”

"I might love pie, but not so much to fuck it!“ Dean snapped, making you burst out laughing. “No it wasn’t like this when I bought it!” Dean frowned, upset that someone assaulted the dessert. “I bought it before we went on our hunt and it was in the fridge the whole time.” A frown was settled upon Dean’s lips.

"Maybe Castiel was confused and did it.” You shrugged. “Dean I’ll make you another pie, so stop your whining.” You said going towards the covers and pulling out the ingredients for the pie. You pulled out cherries to make a different flavor this time. “But it’s going to be after dinner tomorrow, I’m going to bed soon.” You said, yawning with a stretch. You felt bad for Dean not getting a delicious dessert after a long hunt but you were tired and wanted to rest before doing anything else.

Dean huffed and crossed his arms. “Fine, I don’t care as long as I get my pie.” He muttered and with that, the three of you said ‘good night’ and headed in different directions of the bunker and went to your rooms. 

The next day came rolling by. You pulled out the freshly baked cherry pies, placing them both on top of the stove waiting for them to cool off. Quickly slapping Dean’s hand away as he tries to dip his fingers in the hot crust to get a taste.

"Dinner first, Dean-O.“ You smiled. "Okay, so I made two pies this time if one gets destroyed.” You laughed softly and looked at him. “But, what I don’t get is who would want to fuck a pie?” You questioned not getting the full concept of the point of doing it. “Does it feel good or something?” You questioned realizing the pink shade on Dean’s cheeks.

"Well uh, (Y/N). They say the only thing that you can compare pussy to is well… Warm pie.“ He coughed out awkwardly which made your cheeks quickly heat up. 

"Oh, wow. Uh, that is very awkward.” You said trying to laugh it off. He nodded and Sam came in with burgers he had got from the nearest food joint. 

"Awesome, dinner time.“ Dean smiled and quickly chowed down his thick burger from his favorite restaurant so he could get a piece of pie. 

You took bites and slowly chewed the burger, staring at the wall still trying to figure out why anyone would thrust their dick into a warm pie, were they really desperate and who in the hell was it? Sam, Dean or Castiel? One of them was lying but another was too embarrassed to admit it. You slowly swallowed the food and realized that someone was calling your name. 

"Huh?” You asked confused after being pulled out of your thoughts. You saw Dean by the pies ready to dig into one of them, fork in hand. “Yeah, go ahead.” You said and wrapped your sandwich up, not even eating half of it. Sam noticed and frowned towards you.

"You okay?“ Sam questioned you.

Nodding with a response. "Yeah, just tired.” Lie. You were quite disturbed about the pie from last night that you didn’t even want a piece. “I’m going to head to bed.” You announced and made your way towards the door. “Enjoy the dick flavored pie.” You joked about making Dean gag. 

"That’s not funny!“ Dean exclaimed. 

You rolled over on your back sighing heavily, staring up at the white ceiling above you. You were tired but not tired enough to fall asleep. Turning your head slightly to see the red lines on the clock that made up numbers ‘2:36 a.m’. You sighed once more and rolled over on your side, closing your eyes trying to force yourself to fall asleep. 

You quickly jolted up as you heard something in the kitchen, your eyes darted towards the clock. 2:45 a.m. You quickly slipped on your pink fluffy slippers and grabbed your knife that was wedged between your mattresses and box spring. Slipping past the door and tip toeing your way down the hall towards the dark kitchen. Cold sweat ran through your body as your heart was beating out of your chest. You couldn’t control your shaky breath as you exhaled. You knew Sam and Dean were asleep, after pie, a good food joint and beers in their stomach they were out cold for the night.

"Oh fuck.” You heard a low voice grunt out. You stopped walking towards the kitchen, your face heating up realizing what it was. Soon sloppy thrusting was echoing throughout the kitchen. This was your chance to catch the pie fucker. You leaned against the door frame, knife in hand ready to strike if something goes wrong. 

"Fuck baby, just like that.“ You heard a moan escaping the stranger’s lips. 

"Is that better than pussy?” You teased, flickering on the kitchen lights to finally see who it was. Your eyes widen to see The King Of Hell, his black dress pants wrapped around his ankles, leaning up against the counter, left hand gripping the edge of the counter, right hand on the back of the pie pan, cock buried deep in the cherry pie. There stood the King himself, speechless to see the youngest Winchester that caught him red handed. 

"I uh.” He paused for a moment only to swallow the lump in his throat. “I can explain.“ Crowley’s thick voice was rough from the lust, his accent deeper. 

You blushed at the sight of him, who knew that he was the one who did it. "You’re the King of Hell and you choose to have a warm cherry pie to fuck other than these female demons who would be more than glad to be on your cock?” You questioned. Crowley was still standing there, not knowing what to say. Now both of his hands are on the back of the pie pan, cock still balls deep in the pie. 

"So tell me,“ You begin and place the knife down on the table, eyes still on the demon. "why do it?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side. 

"Really, is it not noticeable? I’m doing it to mess with Dean.“ He flashed a smirk. "He loves pie, what’s the best thing to piss him off? Fuck with his pie, literally.” He blushed under his beard and looked down at the pie and back up at you. “I apologize for you seeing me like this.” He said, clearing his throat. “I thought everyone was asleep.” With a snap of his fingers, he was cleaned up and the destroyed pie was on the table. There were holes from where his cock had been penetrating into and the perfect crust smashed into the bottom of the pan. 

You flashed a smile and walked towards the pie and dipping your fingers into it and took them out, up towards your lips and suckled on them, your tongue dragging along the cherry pie filling that was covering your digits. You could hear Crowley’s breath hitch in his throat. “Hmm, tastes even sweeter.” You flashed him a smirk. The demon gulped. You noticed his black pants that were now around his waist beginning to tighten as his cock began to get hard, pitching a tent. You eyed back up at him, smirk still on your lips.

“So, if you’d like you can bury your cock in something else.” You wink and with that Crowley took as an invite. “I don’t know if it’ll be sweet as pie” You teased him only for the demon to be in front of you in a blink of an eye, gripping the back of your neck and forcing you to be bent over the table. He tugged down your pajama pants and panties, exposing your ass. He growled, noticing the wetness in your panties. 

"So wet for me hmm?“ He growled, the hand behind your neck leaving to cup your cunt from behind, your lips being a perfect display.

"Obviously, the sight of you thrusting your hips. Lovely view.” You giggled and quickly gasped out a moan as his hand came down, slapping your exposed cunt. 

“Be a good little girl and behave.“ He demanded making you nod your head ‘yes’, quickly. You heard him fiddling with his belt and soon heard his pants drop to the ground just. He placed the head of his cock against your wet folds only to push his head in and put out in a teasing manner. “Feels so good, darling.” 

You cried out clawing at the table, arching your back trying to push your hips back against him as he did it again. "Crowley, pleas-” That was when he roughly pushed in, no warning, no nothing. “Oh fuck!” You whimpered. He quickly snaked his hand to your mouth and covered it. 

"Don’t want to wake your brothers, now do we love?“ He grunted in between thrusts. You could have sworn he was going to break the table by the way he thrust into you the right way, quick and swift thrusts snapped against your ass as he pumped inside of you faster.

He slowly moved his hand away and gripped your hips and shoved his whole length in more. "Oh god I’m going to come!” You whimpered out. He wrapped his fingers in your hair, roughly tugging at it making your head lean back.

"You’ll come when I say to come” He growled lowly. His thrust picking up makes the wooden table underneath you squeak. The legs of the table gave a screech as it went across the kitchen floor. With every thrust he got a moan out of you.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He muttered as he planted kisses on your shoulder blade, the way his lips fluttered against your skin and his beard scratching your shoulder ad you shaking. 

Your cunt squeezed around Crowley’s cock as he dragged his dick out from your tight channel and pushed back in, the wet suction of your pussy echoing in the kitchen. “C- Crowley, your cock-” You choked out trying to tell him how good he felt inside of you but your mind was nearly fried from the lust and attention he was giving you.

“Oh, I know love.” Crowley said a bit too cockily, he indeed sold his soul to get a few inches below the belt and lucky for him it stayed like that even becoming the King of Hell. 

“Fuck, Y/N. I can feel your fucking cunt fluttering around my cock.” Crowley grunted admiring the scene in front of him as his cock disappeared inside of your cunt from behind. He watched as you let out soft sobs and silent moans so your brothers wouldn’t rush in to see what all the commotion was. Crowley smirked not knowing what Dean would be pissed more about, finding out Crowley was fucking his little sister or his pies. 

“Go ahead little girl, come, come all over my cock. Soak my cock with your sweet juices.” Crowley demanded, gripping your waists tightly as he started to jack hammer his hips roughly, his cock full force pushing in and pulling out of your velvet like cunt. Your loud moans had him glancing towards the kitchen door, worried that the older Winchesters would be running in.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes.” You chanted. “Crowley!” You cried out as your walls tightened and the coil in your lower belly snapped as you came undone on his thick cock. 

Crowley was panted heavily behind you, stilling his hips as he grunted out a moan while his creamy come squirted inside your sopping wet pussy. Crowley exhaled a breath as he leaned forward, his forehead resting on her back as they stayed there for a few seconds collecting your breaths. 

“That was the best I’ve had in well, let's say a very long time.“ Crowley chuckled lowly and slowly slid out of your pussy, he admired the mixed juices flowing out of your spazzing fucked pussy. You stood up and pulled up your pajama pants and panties up, having his come dribble out onto your panties.

"Better than warm pie?” You turned around, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, he was already dressed and a smirk on his face as you mentioned the pie.

"Better than warm pie.“ He confirmed.

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

Last Meal

Crowley x GN!Reader (AFAB anatomy)

18 Plus ONLY / Requests are OPEN

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“F-fuck, Crowley, I- nngh, oh-” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Always,” you pant back with a giggle.

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[buryustogether]

kinktober day 5: breathplay - crowley

You enjoyed it when your demon put his hands around your throat, sure.

You enjoyed it when his long, slender fingers would wrap ever so gingerly around the delicate column of your neck, gently increasing his grip as the seconds ticked by and his thrusts into your heat grew more and more weighted. You enjoyed the rush of it all, the way the corners of your vision would faint into fuzziness and your mouth, open for breath, would be captured with his own.

You enjoyed being choked by your demon while he fucked into you, sure.

But you had no idea that he liked it, as well.

"And you're sure about this?" you say for what seems like the umpteenth time this evening. You're seated on Crowley's lap with only your panties and his trousers keeping you separated, and you've already made a mess of his thigh grinding back and forth like a dog in heat.

Your demon hums as he gazes down at you with hungry eyes, pupils like sharpened slits and piercing into your very soul. "Again, darling," he says, "I'm sure. Just like we practiced."

Crowley has no real need for air, but he often manifests himself lungs so that he can taste it all the same. A part of you suspects it was so that he could feel more human, more connected to you, in a way.

"Alright." You take a breath, aware of the arousal panging in your lower abdomen like a bell, before you begin to grind your hips against his. You're able to feel his hardened cock beneath his trousers, and he releases a drawn-out moan from the back of his throat at the sensation. But it doesn't last for long.

Carefully, hesitantly at first, you overlap your thumbs and wrap your hands around Crowley's long neck. His breath hitches and his eyes roll back into his head right as his cock twitches; you're not even pressing against him yet, and this is the reaction he gives you? Perhaps this will be more fun than you thought.

Experimentally, while still rolling your hips against his, rubbing your clothed cunt over his covered cock, you lean a bit of weight into your grasp on his throat. His lips part and he releases a slightly pitchy whimper, sacrificing a bit more of his air to you - like a pious follower offering his very soul to his goddess.

"That's it," you find yourself saying as you press your fingers into the soft parts of the sides of his throat. "Good boy."

At this, Crowley's hips buck and the fly of his trousers catch perfectly on your clit. You groan with him, feeling your hot, tight cunt clench around nothing, and press harder.

Yes, this will be something you do often, you decide.

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[bunnysbrainrot]

Do you think you would be open to something with Crowley and Daddy kink? 👉👈💕

Of course! I can expand on this with a longer story, and integrate it into his character bc daddy kink crowley is my fav kind

There he sat on his throne, the King of Hell. And here you were, his lover and special pet, dressed in one of Crowley’s favorite outfits. He glanced at you with a softness that only you could bring out of his pitch black soul. Rather, the lack of one. Regardless, you made him feel fulfilled and alive now more than ever.

You made your way to the throne while Crowley skimmed over a scroll in his hands. He seemed to be focusing intently, to your dismay.

“Your majesty,” you purred, adding a taunting tone to your voice, “do you have time to take a break.”

His gravelly laugh echoed around the throne room. The King of Hell turned his head to you when you rest a hand on his shoulder.

Crowley raised an eyebrow at you, “I’ll be done soon, my darling.”

You gave him a signature pout, but he seemed unfazed. Lately, he had been totally immersed in his work and gave few details on exactly what was keeping him so busy. But it had been two days since you and the King spent time in the bedroom, and it was getting to you now.

Though Crowley’s attention turned back to his work, you had other plans. You leaned down to his ear, kissing at the skin under it.

Your came out in a sultry whisper, “Daddy, I want to play.”

He froze on the spot. Hearing this from you stirred something akin to a primal dominance; Crowley kept his cool regardless and glanced at you from the side. Although he acted as if your words had little influence, the growing erection in his black slacks was evidence enough.

“I’m sorry, my love. I don’t think I heard you properly. Could you repeat that?”

You froze in place before repeating it. To be honest, you worried that he would be averse to this - you had only ever used that term for a few boyfriends in the past, never for Crowley.

“I said I wanted to play,” you repeated.

“Ah ah, there was something else. One more crucial part,” the King reminded you in a honeyed voice.

Your voice could barely raise above a sheepish whisper, “Daddy.”

He shifted on the throne, trying to cover his lap with the scroll. Crowley turned his head to look at you fully, eyes scanning over your blushed cheeks.

Giving you a smile, he replied, “Sweetness, if you wait in the bedroom, Daddy will play with you as soon as he can.” He gave special annunciation to the word that riled him up most.

You began to object but he stopped you with a raised hand.

“Be good. Wait in the bedroom, Daddy will be there in a moment.”

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No thoughts, smooth brain, only thing that exists is Crowley with a daddy kink.

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[lilaceatingsnow]

What if the fae boys go into heat unexpectedly and the reader is the only one that can help their problem?

╰┈➤ ❝ [Heat] ❞ 【Headcanons】

Summary ► characters get into heat! how do they get help with it?

About Reader ► AFAB, people use they/them to refer to you.

Warnings ► smut, receiving oral, period sex I think, fingering, author never wrote about heat

Characters Featured ► Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge

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NOT PROOFREAD.

Malleus Draconia ►

it was early in the morning when you got a text from THEE Malleus Draconia. asking you to come and meet him up for something in his dorm room.

“Child of Man. I need you to come immediately to my room. it is an emergency.”

naturally, you were concerned about the matter in your hands early in the morning. so you rush out of Ramshackle to meet up with the dragon Prince asap.

once you reach Disomnia, you immediately run to Malleus' room and knock on the door to his room before he allows you in.

“Malleus, I got your message! What's the matter!?”

“....I've gotten into heat. I need your assistance with that.”

this caught you off guard, but you didn't complain, no. who would complain when a dragon Prince is begging you for help.

“Of course, I'll gladly help you out!”

the dragon Prince smirks and gives you a come here gesture with his finger, which you immediately obey and come over.

“Strip for me, my dear.”

the tone of his voice melts in your ears at how soft it was. his words and tone make you want to obey his every word, and so you strip off your clothes as you look away from shyness.

he grabs your hand and pulls you in his bed as he begins to shower you in kisses on your whole body.

whole body means pussy included. and so he loves the smell of your arousal. dear Sevens, it's such a sweet and addicting smell for him addicting enough for him to eat you out.

his forked tongue teasing your clit had you seeing above and beyond. it was such an addicting feeling that couldn't help, but grab his horns as you ride his face.

he didn't mind that you wrote his face, no no, he was so happy as he got to eat, lick and suck you of your juices.

his tongue did wonders and tried to reach such levels that no normal human would. it was an amazing feeling to feel him eat you like a starved man, like you were his last meal.

his hand was groping your chest for the sake of keeping his hand occupied as well as kneeding your ass gently.

your orgasm didn't take too long to happen, thanks to his tongue teasing your clit so much. though he doesn't give you the chance to let out your orgasm, he backs away halfway there.

you whine, and he laughs at you for the state he brought you through.

“Forgive me, Yuu, but I am far from done, and that means you too are far from done.”

Lilia Vanrouge ►

it's that time of the month when the smell of blood is around and a vampire such as Lilia could smell it around.

and who else other than you would have a smell such as that? the smell of your cycle was strong enough for Lilia to go into heat.

he needed to feast, breed. he needed to do so much with little time. and he makes sure not to waste any time by asking you to meet up in his room.

having to deal with a raging boner during school hours was impossibly hard for him, but he made it through out and that's what matters.

upon meeting him, Lilia apologized for his behaviour and, of course, asked you for permission to do as he wished. when you gave him permission, he was so happy to have a mutual understanding.

he immediately pins you down and bites your neck to suck some of your blood. his eyes rolled all the way back at the taste of your blood. he almost nutted right then and there.

he knew that cycles were a pain, and so he decided to ease that pain by teasing you. while he drinks your blood, his hand is in your pants, drawing gentle tight circles on your clit, making sure it was enough to distract you from your cramps such a nice gentleman.

not only was his thumb glued to your clit, but his fingers were inside you, taking the pain off for your mind.

he's an old man who knew how to treat you so well.

he makes sure to be very gentle with you.

A/N ► sorry that Lilia's part was short, he's like a grandpa figure for me so idrk how to write for him— also this is like the first fic I write after my surgery and it being smut is WILD. hope you enjoyed it tho :33

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[eustasskidagenda]

anon asked: Hi! I just read your Kid, Zoro, Law & Sanji hc with a s/o afraid of having sex and I just loved it! Your writing is amazing and I really enjoyed it. I struggle with vaginismus so I pretty much know how stressful this situation could be. But I’m actually curious to request you the same hc but with much BIGGER boys, especially Doflamingo, Crocodile and Katakuri. Please feel free to add other big men bc I honestly can’t get enough of them.😭😭😭

Hi hi! So I feel really dumb because I accidentally deleted the request, but luckily, I had copied/pasted the text of my doc before. But sorry, anon D: Anyway, thank you so much for liking my work and for requesting! That was pretty fun to write. I decided to add King and the sweet Corazon. And before starting, please have a look at this, lol. Those guys are so BIG, help.

☆Doflamingo, Crocodile, Katakuri, King & Corazon with a s/o afraid of having sex

CW (generals) : smut, MDNI, v!sex, f!reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), size kink

WC : Oh my God, I got carried away... 4,3k. Enjoy. :D

⇢ You can read the part one here & the part three here

Doflamingo

CW : a lot of teasing, creative use of devil fruit, slight praise, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, pet name

Doflamingo is, let's say, complicated. Of course, he considers you as a part of the Donquixote family, and he cares deeply about his close ones. But, on the flip side, he can't help but love when people are stressed or afraid because of him. It plays with his constant need for dominance. So first, he would grin, almost laugh, and be extremely pleased with himself. "My poor little bird is afraid… because of my size?" While running his fingers along the length of his cock through his pants. "I'll make it good for you, don't worry, just leave it to me." 

Doflamingo craves dominance, so he would be more than satisfied with this situation, his eyes roaming over your body with eagerness. He's a really patient man and also loves to play and tease you all the time. "Lay down comfortably on the bed." He would say, placing his heavy, large hands on either side of your hips, slowly pushing you down on the mattress, his eyes shining with nothing but pure desire. 

He loves how tiny your body looks when he's towering over you. It makes you look so vulnerable. Oh, sure, he loves when his s/o is smaller than him. Again, it plays with his constant need of domination. He finds it fascinating that he could destroy you with one hand. Luckily, you're his precious bird, so he would probably play with you and inflict some pain on you, but only what you're able and willing to take.

His hands would be surprisingly feather-light while running all over your body, tracing all of your curves, and fondling your breasts. Then, pinching your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index, delighted by all of your shivering and sighs. 

"Mh, you're so needy, y/n" with a low, teasing laugh as he slowly runs his fingers down your trembling thighs, tracing along the sensitive skin before slowly, really slowly reaching for your wet folds. He would smile, his eyes fixed on your pussy, fascinated by how needy you are already for him. But that's not enough. He is eager for more. "So pretty" 

He would begin to tease you mercilessly, tracing soft patterns on your inner thighs and lower-belly. He likes to play with anticipation. He's not the kind of man who just roughly and mechanically slides his fingers inside you. Without teasing, there's no fun.

The more you squirm and moan, the more he's pleased, watching your pussy becoming more and more wet. 

"So eager already." Purring close to your ears, making you shiver even more, leaving a trail of goosebumps along your spine. "What should I do now? What do you want y/n, my tongue or my fingers?" 

You'll have both in the end, so don't worry.

It's clear that Doflamingo has mastered using his long tongue. And the same applies to his fingers always fidgeting when he uses his devil fruit. He's probably a master when it comes to fingering and oral sex. So he would slowly sink between your thighs, licking your soft skin before finally allowing you to feel his tongue against your sensitive folds, keeping your thighs open enough for him with his heavy hands. 

You just can't help but arch your back as he eats you out, turning you into a whining and moaning mess. He would drink your juice as if it was a precious wine. "That's it", humming against your slit, licking your clit. Slowly, he would slide a thick finger inside of you. His mind would probably be a bit dizzy, thinking about how good he would feel with his cock inside of your tightness.

"You're so responsive, little bird," before adding another finger and hitting that sweet spot, still licking your clit.

And he won't stop until you cum all over his tongue and fingers. "Good girl" 

With eyes darkened with desire, he would finally removing his pants, his heavy and extremely long cock springing free, leaking in pre-cum and twitching in anticipation. You can't help but look at his length, stressed. "Do you like looking at my big cock, little bird? Does it turn you on to know that I'm going to fuck you senseless?" So sure, he would grin again before lying on his back and letting you ride him. 

He perfectly knows how to control himself so he won't just push roughly while you line your pussy with his cockhead, trying to brace yourself-up. You definitely want to do it, but you feel nervous. "Need some help, little bird?" 

As you nod, he would use his devil fruit to guide you. With one broad hand wrapping around your waist and the other guiding the strings, he would slowly force your hips to move down, impaling you on his breathtaking thickness, his eyes sparkled with mischief. That's the moment you would see him lose his grin as he can't handle how tight and wet you feel all around him. "So tight…" 

"You can take more?" As long as you tell him to keep going, he would continue to guide your hips down his length, groaning softly, with his hand fondling the flesh of your waist. "That's it, take it, take it all."

As you start to moan, he would say "What's up little bird, you love how well I am stretching you?"

And as you slowly get used to his cock stretching your walls, his cock throbbing inside you, Doflamingo would nicely use his strings to guide you moving up and down, delighted by the sloshing noises. The way your core swallows his length would be mind-blowing for him. The sight of your wetness covering his cock every time you move up and down is something he would love to see more often. Be prepared to entertain your king again.

Crocodile 

CW : slight domination kink, praises, he's smoking because well it's Crocodile, oral sex (Crocodile receiving), slight hair pulling, using of his hook in a slight creative way but nothing extreme, belly bulge, unprotected sex

Another DILF and dominant man. 

Crocodile is a silent man. So the second you tell him you're nervous because it's been a while since the last time you had sex and that you're also nervous because he's both long and thick, he would just raise an eyebrow. Just like Doflamingo, he would love the feeling of you being intimidated, because Crocodile definitely has a thing (and a kink) for dominance. He likes when you acknowledge his rank and qualities.

"You're afraid because of my size?" 

He would lead your hand until you reached his cock. "If you're nervous, then you have to become familiar with it." So he would feel the girth and the veins, breathing deeply, delighted by the sight of your small hands trying to correctly wrap his thickness. "That's it, y/n. Touch it and get used to it. Soon, it will be all within you."

He would talk with his usual deep, raspy, and calm voice, the one that always sends shivers down your spine. And sure, he would act all dominant, smoking his cigar while you try so hard to satisfy him. Of course, he would look down at you. You are in his hands. So let go of all your intrusive thoughts and just focus on him. Only him.

"Suck it." 

He would watch closely as you try to wrap your tongue around his cock, tracing all the veins, and licking hungrily all the pre-cum leaking from his cockhead. He would grab a hand from your hair with his heavy and broad hand, leading your head back and forth, while watching you drool and struggle to breathe all over his cock. He would slowly lose his composure, sighing huskily, unable to handle how cute you look with your mouth full of his cock, trying to figure out how to take more of his length. He would find the sight of his member glistening with your saliva to be quite entertaining. 

"That's a good girl. Come get your rewards."

The moment he blows out his cigar and removes his rings, you know the real deal is about to start. 

He would likely use his large hook, carefully running the sharpened tip along the soft skin of your stomach. Before slowly leaving a trail of kisses along your neck. Avoid running your hands through his hair and stay still like the good girl you are. Otherwise, he might punish you with a hard pinch on your nipple and a rough slap on your ass cheeks.

Slowly but surely, then, he would reach your inner thighs and then your pussy. He would eat you out with his hand holding your thighs apart. He would you lick your pussy in a classy way, not like a vulgar starving. He would be fond of all your moaning and incoherent mumbling as you can't handle how good it feels. "You won't cum until I say so." While circling your clit with his thumb, teasing you, drinking your juice. Your shivering and tremblings are both entertaining and satisfying. Crocodile rarely goes down on someone, but when he does… oh, it's quite mesmerizing. 

"Stay still" if you start to squirm because of how good it feels.

And, once you're finally reduced to a whining mess, he would use his hook to grab one of your thighs, pushing them apart, spreading  your legs wide enough to fit in between. "Spread your legs for me." He would put a pillow under your back while manhandling you. And then, again, he would use his hook to slightly raise your upper body, until your pussy is lined with his cock.

"Can you take it?" 

He would enter you in one go as soon as you nodded. Not in a forceful way, but he doesn't see the point of taking a lot of breaks. Once his cock is buried deep inside you, he will soothe your trembling thighs by running his hand along your lower-stomach, feeling the bulge created by his cock. "Good girl. You're taking me so well." He would likely hold your legs tightly, trying to fight his own desire to fuck you roughly.

He's a patient man, so he'll wait until you're ready for him to start thrusting.

So deep and slow at the same time while he stretches you further, his cock throbbing and twitching. Not a grunter, but a pretty deep breath as you tighten around him. For this occasion, he will spare you from his usual roughness. But next time… you better be ready.

Katakuri

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, food play, unprotected sex

"I know, love." Yes, he would speak before you even have time to express your fears. Blame it on his haki. Katakuri has a lot of sisters, so he would be well-aware of those kinds of thoughts. If you're nervous, he would take some time to ask why, making sure to fully understand the situation. 

"I'll take care of you, everything will be alright." Despite his lack of words, you have faith in him. He's aware of the future, so if he says it's going to be fine, you can trust him and it's already really soothing.

The Sweet Commander is a gentleman and he's aware of size. He would never just slam into you, especially not if you're already afraid. Before even thinking of reaching for your pussy, he would start with a lot of soft kisses all along your neck, and then on your breasts, sucking on your nipples, pinching them nicely. He just loves your breasts. They feel soft under his palms. He could spend hours worshipping your chest. As you slowly arch your back, moaning softly, and relaxing under his touch, he would continue to kiss your stomach, honoring every inch of your body.

You're so beautiful. Despite his quietness, his eyes would be brimming with pride. Being intimate with such a beautiful woman like you fills him with pride. "You're doing great." 

His voice would always be calm and deep, as usual. The control he has over himself is quite mesmerizing. 

And well, Katakuri probably has a food play kink, so he would love to devour your body covered in cream. So intoxicating. Your body tastes amazing. The taste of sugar is also amazing. Both? Total heaven.

He would then sink his head between your thighs, eating you out like your pussy was one of his dearest donuts. He'd like nothing more than to please you, so feel free to guide him. Katakuri being both smart and observant, he would quickly learn all of your sweet spots, turning you into a whiny moan, begging for more. 

If you don't tell him to stop, he could eat you out for hours. He can't help it; it feels so good and you taste so good. He would drink your juice, circling your clit with his thumb and wouldn't stop until you cum against his lips. 

"So good." 

He would take advantage of your wetness and dizzy mind from your orgasm to slowly push one thick and long finger inside you. It's so tight and warm that he would struggle to keep his calm composure. Especially because his haki showed him some really nice pictures of what's going to happen. 

As long as you need him to continue, Katakuri would honestly just pamper you with kisses and caresses. He knows how big he's, so you have to tell him when you're ready to take him. 

Katakuri would keep your thighs apart with an impatient hand, exposing your wet folds to his eyes. He would look hungrily. His cock twitching crazily in impatience, leaking in anticipation. "You're ready?" 

He already knows the answer, but Katakuri is a gentleman and cares a lot about consent. It doesn't matter if his observation haki shows him everything in advance.

Katakuri would intertwine his fingers with yours before slowly easing his cock into you in one go. A slow, but steady one. And as he fills you up to the brim, he would lose his composure and sigh in relief. Your pussy feels like heaven around his cock. It's a perfect blend of tightness, warmth, heat, and wetness. "Y/N, you feel amazing." 

He would adjust his pace to what you're capable of. If you need him to slow down, he will. And he would be more than happy to comply if you asked him to be rougher. He is here to satisfy you. And you will be satisfied. Reduced to a shivering, moaning mess. The way his fat cock slowly slides in and out and hits all your sweet spots is just too good. It's such a delight to see the big, stoic Katakuri looking his composure because of your body…

King

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, kind of blindfold kink I guess (?), slight spanking, unprotected sex

Even with you, King doesn't like to show his face. He struggles with intimacy. Your confession would make him feel embarrassed. What is he supposed to do? He was about to fuck you without any further thought, but now he needs to take more consideration. 

He would slap your thigh with a sigh. "Turn around." 

While slowly lying on your stomach and complying, he would slowly remove his heavy mask, running a hand through his beautiful white hair. But you don't have the right to watch. The only thing you're allowed to do is imagine. You've already seen his face. So you close your eyes and imagine his beautiful, almost mesmerizing beauty in your mind: brown skin, white hair, and an expression that is both cold and determined. 

He would make you feel. Feel his mouth licking and kissing your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Wet kisses. His hair would softly caress your skin as he devoured the back of your neck, his big hands roaming along your waist to keep you steady. "Stay still" he would always speak with his lips near your ear, enjoying all of your shivering.

And suddenly, he would yank your panties or just push them asides, eating you out from behind, spreading your thighs. "Get on your all fours," he would command, just to have a better view of your glistening folds, before sinking back between your legs. He would keep your cheeks spread and lap at your pussy, intoxicated by your moans, your taste, smell, and how you feel against his lips. You're arched for him, exposed, so beautiful. 

Even if he eats you out, he would love to spank your ass every time you squirm, forcing you to stay still. "Don't move and let me eat you out." He can sense that you're tense. And he doesn't understand why because usually, he can slide into you with ease. But he would take his time, fingering you, rubbing your clit, turning you into an almost crying, whimpering mess. 

He would obligingly ignore his cock, twitching and throbbing in anticipation, taking his time to work on your tightness, stroking your back. "Shh, it's alright, we'll take our time."

He would love to watch how beautiful you are, with your ass up and chest against the mattress, and your head buried in a pillow. What a stunning sight. The way your pussy is messing up on the bedsheets is quite stunning. 

He would use the fact you're unable to see him to his advantage, teasing you, running his fingers along your slit, then rubbing his cockhead, mixing his pre-cum with your wetness. "Please…" 

Please keep begging, it's a lullaby to his ears.

And finally, he would grab your hips firmly, filling you up to the hilt in one go, hitting your cervix. He would fight against his own desire to destroy you by digging into your soft flesh with his fingers. His strong grip would leave bruises on your skin tomorrow. 

With his huge cock nestled deep inside you, almost splitting you in half, he would let out a shaky breath. So good. So intoxicating. As you lie down, at his mercy, the sight of his cock slowly thrusting in and out of your tight hole, all stretched out around his thickness... it's too much to handle. As he plows into you from behind, he would moan. His member, all glistening and shining, covered in your wetness, the way your ass is swallowing him... 

He just can't.

His hands would be glued to your ass cheeks all the time. "You keep sucking me in, it won't let me go." 

He would try his best to stay nice. Stretching you out slowly. Even with slow strokes, his size is so overwhelming that it drives you crazy. Holding onto the bedsheets, closing your eyes, all you're allowed to do is imagine his jaw tightly clenched and his muscular body looming over you.

"Does it feel good, Y/N?" 

The instant you say yes and he feels you loose around his thickness, he will smash into you roughly, grunting loudly, slapping your ass, intoxicated by your you. And you alone.

Corazon 

CW : Body worship, praises, face sitting, protected sex, wholesome, soft sex

To end on a sweet note, the lovely Rosinante.

Let's assume it's your first time ending up in the same bed. Rosinante is always kind to you, and you know he won't do anything to hurt you. But still, if you explain to him you're nervous because he's big and also because you're always a bit stressed when it comes to sex… then, Rosinante would just be even more sweet. 

"Sweetie, we'll take it slow. You trust me?" 

He would be both careful and nervous due to his goofiness. What if he just falls on you? What if he crushes you with his weight? What if... oh, no, he's thinking too much again, his hands twitching on your body.

"It's okay Rosi, I trust you." 

As you ease him down, he would kiss every nook and cranny of your body: neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, belly button,... leaving red lipstick streaks all over.

His large, heavy, and yet kind hands would hungrily roam your figure, your shoulders, learning each of your curves, scars, and every single part that makes you, you. He would make you love everything you hate about yourself, making you feel safe and loved. 

His hands would be soft and heavenly as he fondled your breasts, mesmerized by how warm and soft they felt against his big palms. Well, he's still goofy, so he might accidentally pinch you or scratch your nipple, apologizing again and again with wet puppy eyes.

And slowly, his hands and mouth would continue to explore your skin, kissing your lower stomach, and slowly reaching for your damping wet panties. "So wet for me." 

He's genuinely amazed. Rosinante would be in awe: does he attract you so much? He just wants to smile warmly at you.

He would accidentally rip your panties apart, and then apologizes again. Please, just laugh or reassure him. After all, his goofiness is adorable.

He would be incredibly sweet if you're a bit nervous about exposing yourself fully to him. "Sweetie, I swear you're mesmerizing. So perfect and beautiful, I want to love every inch of your skin". While slowly running his hands along your inner thighs. "It's alright, sweetie. Just open your legs for me. Can you do this for me?"

If you're still nervous, then Rosinante would lie down and allow you to sit on his face with your wet pussy pressed against his lips. Rosinante would love to eat you out while rubbing his hands along your back, ass, and thighs. Soft kisses on your clit, hungry tongue drinking your juice while it flows down on his chin. 

He would gently massage your bottom while slowly sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue. Rosinante would just love to have your thighs squeezing his cheeks. Move, all you want against his tongue, all he wants is to satisfy you and soothe all of your worries. His focus will only be on you, regardless of how hard his cock is.

He would slowly slide a thick finger inside you, curling it nicely to hit that sweet spot, making sure you're ready and aware of what's happening. The way you moan his name and use his mouth as you please is mesmerizing. 

With two fingers gently stretching out, Rosinante would continue to worship your body with his hands and tongue. He's probably trying to hide his coughs because he's suffocating with his face stuck between your thighs. But who cares. The way you taste is like heaven.

If you want to cum, he would allow you to cum against his lips. If you want to stop before reaching ecstasy, that's okay too. 

"I'm ready for you, Rosi." 

Totally flushed and nervous, Rosi would let you ride him. He's too stressed by his goofiness, so it's better if you take the lead. And at least, you can control the rhythm and depth. 

Rosinante would definitely use a condom. But, he would struggle to open the packaging and then roll the protection over his length due to his nervousness, excitement, and goofiness. His big, shaking hands would likely cause him to split one or two condoms. Please, help this poor boy.

The shows continue with the lube. It's likely that he would let the bottle to fall, spilling all of the liquid onto both your belly and his hands. "I'm so sorry, sweetie!" And he would stupidly try to steal some lube from your stomach to smear it over his length. You can't help but laugh warmly, caressing his hair. "It's okay Rosi, relax."

His heart melts as you straddle him, his length twitching and leaking wildly. He's big, both in length and girth, and he's aware of it. He would allow you to take all of your time to prepare yourself. The way he looks at you tells how much he cares about you and how honored he feels to have you by his side.

"Whenever you want, Y/N" with his deep, soothing and soft voice.

As he feels your tight entrance against his cockhead, he would bite his lips, grabbing the bedsheets tightly. Because he would never dare hold you roughly and leave bruises on your body. When he sees that you're still a bit nervous, he would sit up while you're still straddling him. He would slowly raise your hips before easing his cock inside you. Pushing gently, each inch, slowly yet steadily. "Shh, it's okay, I've got you, you're taking me so well. You're so perfect for me." 

He would hold you tightly as you sit down on his lap, your breasts pressed against his chest. "It's okay sweetie, you're doing great, it's okay, almost there, just a little more, you feel so good around me." With his hands squeezing your hips to keep you still. 

His entire body would be shaking. The sensations are overwhelming for both of you. You're so tight, so wet, and his huge cock is stretching you so nicely, throbbing inside you. 

He would soothe your back gently as he finally penetrates you fully, his large size stretching you out even further. "There it's over. Look at you, taking all of my cock so well. You're such a brave girl. " 

He would slowly guide your hips up and down, unable to handle how good it feels. " I've got you, let me take care of you." 

A lot of kisses, soft, heavenly touches, his breath deep against your breath as he continues to slide gently yet firmly inside you. He would praise you all the time, worshiping your body. A bit goofy from time to time, loweering you to roughly down his cock, scratching you or biting your lips instead of kissing you softly. 

But a really, really sweet moment, and a lot of cuddles during the aftercare.

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(A continuation of “All I Ask of You”, which can be read here):

Summary: You promised Crowley that you would always be honest with him, and now that means it’s time for you to tell him about the thoughts you’ve been keeping to yourself. As always, he reminds you that there’s no reason to hide anything from him. (Includes smut and fluff).

Warnings: Unprotected sex, suggestive dialogue, begging, nervous reader, crying, pet names, kissing, a bit of slow dancing, mentions of music (“Play the Game” by Queen).

Note: This entire story, including the smut, is written about a gender neutral reader. If I’ve made any mistakes writing for a gender neutral reader, or I’ve unintentionally left out any content warnings, please let me know, so I can make this story as inclusive as possible.

(The moodboard and divider were created by me, using images found on Tumblr and Google. Full credit for these images goes to the owners).

“These are beautiful.” you mused, smiling as you gazed at the lush, green plants around the room. “Everything here is”.

Crowley had been meticulously inspecting each of the plants, and once he was satisfied, he strode over to you, placing his hands on your waist. “I make sure they’re always at their best”.

“Must be a lot of work”.

He tilted his head thoughtfully, as though he was picturing his usual plant care routine. “Sometimes”.

“Maybe you could teach me at some point”. You suggested, “I don’t mean to impose, though”.

“You wouldn’t be, but it may not be as interesting as you think”.

“Impossible.” You insisted dramatically, “There’s never a dull moment with you”.

“Well,” he drawled, as his lips quirked upwards, “What can I say? I enjoy showing you a good time”.

Your jaw dropped and your face heated up, but you still scoffed and rolled your eyes at him amusedly, before wrapping your arms around him. “I think you enjoy showing off”.

The same expression you had just reacted with appeared on his face, and he laughed. “Maybe I do”.

He leaned in and nudged his nose against yours playfully. “Speaking of which-“

He held your gaze as he snapped his fingers, knowing you loved when he did that, and, suddenly, familiar music began to play:

“Open up your mind and let me step inside.

Rest your weary head and let your heart decide.

It’s so easy, when you know the rules,

It’s so easy.

All you have to do is fall in love.

Play the game.

Everybody play the game,

Of love.”

He took your hand in his and led you into the hallway, and when he saw you swaying slightly to the music, he lifted your joined hands and stepped back a bit, before twirling you around. You yelped softly in surprise, then the sound dissolved into laughter. You beamed at him, a wide, open-mouthed smile, and he smirked, before stepping back further, and twirling you towards him, so you ended up with your back against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled your neck, kissing his way down to your shoulder, and then back up. The lyrics blended together with the sound of him softly humming along against your skin, and you leaned into him, closing your eyes. You focused on the feeling of being near him, with his fingers laced together with yours and his lips brushing against your ear, and your mind began to drift to the same place it had been taking you night after night, before your dreams would return you to his arms once again.

You could picture it all so vividly. You would be laying in bed, just barely awake, thinking of him. The way he held you, talked to you, the way he kissed you, as though every time his lips were on yours he was saying, “You’re safe with me”.

You had soon found yourself imagining what it could be like if he was there with you. If he was kneeling over you, with his hand between your legs, while he kissed your neck and whispered praise and encouragement until you spilled onto his fingers.

There were times the ache between your legs that these thoughts created was seemingly too much, and you would bolt upright, trying to calm down. It’s not that you wanted to rid yourself of those thoughts or feelings. They weren’t any surprise to you, but they were almost overpowering, and you didn’t want to experience them alone.

You would tell yourself that, if he was there, you would be okay. He would guide you through it all and you wouldn’t have to be afraid. Yet still, you had never gone to him for the night while your mind and body were in such a frenzy.

Your eyes opened as you tried to snap yourself out of this daydream within a dream, and you abruptly looked off to the side, inhaling deeply.

“Hey,” Crowley murmured, “is something wrong, love?”

“I’m sorry, I was- distracted”.

“No,” your inner voice sighed. “now he’ll ask you”.

“Let him. It’s what you want”. Another voice cut in.

With another snap of his fingers the music stopped, then the question left his lips just as you had predicted. “What’s on your mind?”

“Tell him. You’ll feel worse if you try to lie”.

“Well, you are.” You answered, turning around towards him.

He tilted his head ever so slightly, and it was clear that you had his undivided attention. “What about me, honey?”

“It’s not important”.

“Come on, what’s the rule?” he prompted, his tone encouraging, yet still firm.

You replayed your agreement in your mind, just as he knew you would: “Even if it’s difficult to say, I need you to tell me”.

You breathed deeply and began to tell him: “For the past few nights, before coming to see you, I’ve been thinking about you, and me”.

He nodded once, and although he didn’t say anything, you knew what that meant: “Go on”.

“Well, we’ve kissed before, obviously. We always do, but I’ve been imagining if we- did more than that”.

You realized that you were no longer looking at him, and you were fine with that in the moment, because if his expression showed you that he was uncomfortable, you didn’t trust yourself not to cry.

“Do those thoughts upset you?”

Your now-widened eyes snapped back to his. “No-”

There was a hint of confusion in your voice, but not because you were uncertain. It was because that definitely wasn’t the response you were expecting.

“I thought they would upset you if I told you about them,” you explained. “I mean, I don’t know if you think of me that way”. You paused, your words seeming to stand still between the two of you.

“I know that nothing is actually wrong”. You added hastily. “I don’t mean to be so dramatic about this”.

You had been so focused on answering (before your mind tried to convince you to stop), that even though you were looking at him, you didn’t really see the expression on his face, until he spoke again:

“You’re not being dramatic. You’re being honest”.

His next words seemed to still the very air in the room: “You didn’t upset me, love. Not in the least”.

He was all seriousness now, but there wasn’t a trace of unease in his eyes. The deepest of the golden hues seemed to writhe about within them, reminding you of crystallised amber. His eyes held the same ancient knowledge and beauty, the same unpredictability.

“I think of you that way too”. He told you. There was complete certainty in his voice, and there was something in the way the words flowed from his lips that made your heart begin to pound.

As much as you had imagined moments like this one, now that it was happening, you realized it had never fully clicked in your mind that he could feel the same.

“You do?” You breathed. It was the only thing you could think to say, while you tried to decide what to do next.

He tilted his head, a warm smile on his lips, and he simply looked at you for a moment, as though he thought your reaction was just too sweet.

“Yes, sweetheart. I do”.

After a pause, during which you repeated his words in your mind, you asked him, “What do we do now?”

“We don’t have to do anything right now if you don’t want to.” He assured you.

“No- no, I do. I’m just- not sure where to begin”.

He slowly pressed his lips to your forehead and let them linger there for a moment, then he whispered, “That’s alright, all you have to do is relax. I’ll handle the rest”.

With that, he kissed your jawline, and his lips drifted back down your neck, then to your collarbone, and back up again. He bit down softly below your ear, then he sucked lightly on the same spot, as if he was trying to soothe any pain you might’ve felt. He held you close and listened intently to every little gasp and moan that left your lips, wanting to make sure that you were alright, that you knew you were safe.

It felt like in the blink of an eye, you were falling apart in his arms. The now-familiar ache had returned between your legs, and this time it was intense enough to draw loud whines from your lips. It was as though he was pulling all the desire you felt for him from the depths of your mind, and using it to make your body beg for his touch and guidance.

This was the first time you fully realized that he was, truly, temptation incarnate. You could feel it in the heat that spread over your skin, as his hands slipped underneath your shirt, where he gripped your waist and urged you even closer to him. He wanted you to give yourself over to him, to all the feelings you had been trying to suppress: the excitement, the lust, the pleasure.

He rocked his hips just once against you, and when you immediately pressed yours against him, chasing after the feeling, he rested his hand on your lower back and held you against him, slowly and deliberately repeating the movements, until you were panting uncontrollably and you could feel him hard against you.

He stepped back, after pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, and gently placed his hand between your legs. He could feel through the thin fabric of your clothes how aroused you were, and the slightest pressure from his touch was enough to make you sob.

“Shh, shh. It’s alright, sweetheart. Everything is alright”. He hushed you, guiding you to rest your head on his shoulder.

You were already so overwhelmed, that a single word was repeating itself inside your mind, before spilling from your lips effortlessly:

“Please-“

This was beyond everything you had been imagining, and now you wanted- needed more. That had been his goal since the moment you shared your fantasies with him. He wanted you to learn that it was okay to want this, to want him.

He snapped his fingers, then immediately picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, and carried you to his desk; the few usual items having disappeared from their place atop the smooth marble.

He stripped off his jacket, unbuckled his belt, and slung them both over the back of his throne, then he took your hand, which had been curled tightly around the edge of the desk, and squeezed it reassuringly. Your entire body had tensed up so much, that your muscles now seemed frozen. All you could feel was the throbbing between your legs, and it was so strong now that you could no longer distinguish pleasure from pain.

“It hurts” you whimpered, feeling the tears that had welled in your eyes begin dripping down your face. You had let yourself be vulnerable with him before, but never in this way. This was longing, agony and exhilaration all at once.

“I know it does, I know,” he cooed, “but you’ll feel better soon, I promise. You’ll feel so good”.

He wasted no time guiding your trembling body into the right position, and pulling your shorts and underwear off, then he swiftly unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled his boxers down just enough to be able to enter you. He pushed into you slowly, and you cried out at the feeling, then he leaned down and kissed you deeply, as if he was trying take your pain away.

He began moving his hips slowly and gently, and he held you close the entire time, almost protectively. It was as though he wanted the feeling of his body pressed against yours to remind you that, as long as he was there, he would make sure nothing could ever hurt you.

You had been trying to stifle the moans and whines that were desperate to fall from your lips, but you could barely focus on anything other than the burning hot coil that seemed to be tightening in your stomach.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He cooed. You were clinging to his hand so tightly that for anyone else it would have been painful, but not him. All he felt in your grip was how much you needed his encouragement.

“You don’t have to be quiet for me, baby. I want to hear you”.

All it took was a few more slow movements of his hips before the world seemed to stop for an instant, as your release finally took over. What felt like a scream was ripped from your throat, and as he ran his hand up and down your shoulder, you felt your body finally begin to relax.

“Deep breaths, alright?” he murmured, as he coaxed you through it. “That’s it, just breathe”.

Once you had calmed down, he took his time pulling out of you, then he kissed your forehead, just like he had done before. “See? All better”.

He simply held you for a bit before he spoke again: “How do you feel?”

“I feel good.” you told him, then you paused, hoping he wouldn’t laugh at what you wanted to say next. “Thank you”.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He smiled, looking at you the same way that he had after telling you that he thought of you the same way you thought of him. “You were so good, so brave. Just like I knew you could be”.

You leaned into him and pressed a kiss to his jawline, just wanting to be close to him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said, smiling at how content you seemed. That was when you realized that he was still hard, and you opened your mouth to say something, though you weren’t quite sure what you wanted to tell him.

“Wait-” you began, “you didn’t-”

“Right now isn’t about me.” He insisted.

“No, it’s okay.” You assured him, “You can keep going”.

He leaned in so his forehead was against yours, as his eyebrows knit together apprehensively. “Are you sure you can do it again?”

“I’m sure”.

He hesitated for a moment, then he breathed deeply and nodded. “Just tell me if it’s too much”.

“I know, I will”.

He kissed you softly, then he guided you back into the same position as before, and when he was inside you once again, he continued the steady rocking of his hips. This time his movements were rougher, but he wasn’t hurting you. It was as though it was just happening naturally. Like, now that he knew you were alright and could handle it, he was finally comfortable running things exactly the way he wanted. He had made it clear that he was only focused on you the first time, but now, it was unquestionably his turn.

He leaned down and you could feel his lips against your neck, then he bit down, hard enough that you were sure his teeth had left marks on you. You gasped at the unexpected harshness, and you felt his lips curl into a smile against the bite mark, before his forked tongue slithered over it, and down the side of your neck.

Since the night you had first met him, it was clear that he wanted to help you feel the confidence that he already had in you, but now, his self-confidence was on full display. His hands, lips and tongue travelled over your skin like flames lapping at your body, and he leaned close to your ear so you could hear every single one of his moans and grunts perfectly. You heard him laugh softly when he paused his movements and you immediately responded with a needy whine.

He hummed as he studied the way your eyes were screwed shut, as you squirmed on the desk. “Eyes on me, now”.

You looked pleadingly up at him, as he ran his thumb over your quivering lip. “Ah, there we go.” He breathed.

Your racing heart seemed to stop as you took in his appearance. His hair was disheveled, and his wide grin revealed his gleaming fangs as he leaned over you. Gone was the deep amber in his eyes earlier. They were practically glowing now, and they commanded your full attention, just as they always did. Those eyes held just as much power as they did tenderness. You could see it blazing within them, and feel it in his touch, as his hand stroked the side of your jaw.

You leaned into his touch, whimpering softly, and he tilted his head at you, a smirk forming on his lips. “Oh, sweetheart, I know.” He cooed, “Feels just like before, yeah?”

All you could do was hum in response.

“I’ll make it go away, just like I did last time, but I need something from you first.” he purred.

You nodded, and he continued, “Remember how you asked me to take care of you before? When you needed me? What did you say?”

You breathed shakily for a moment. “Please-“ you repeated, “please move”.

He softly pressed his lips to the side of your face and said, “That’s right darling. Whatever you need, I’m here to give you. All I need is for you to say it”.

Finally he began rocking his hips again, and by that point you felt as though there was molten lava flowing through your veins, burning you up from the inside.

“Come on sweetheart, give me one more. I know you can do it”.

The moment your second orgasm was pulled from you, his mouth was back on yours, muffling your cries. He didn’t let up after that, working towards his own release, and soon you felt him groan into your mouth as he kissed you, finally getting what he was after.

When he broke the kiss, you were both panting heavily, and there were tear tracks on your face once again, but the distress that had put them there before had melted away. He had replaced it all with the intimacy and devotion that you had been yearning for. He had shown you that you deserved it.

He gave you a gentle peck on the lips before he pulled out of you slowly, then he snapped his fingers, so that he had cleaned himself off and put his clothes right again. As soon as he had, he took his time cleaning you up. There was a dull ache throughout your entire body, and you groaned softly at the slightest movement.

“Shh, you’re okay now. Just relax and try to hold still for me”.

When he had cleaned you up, he helped you back into your clothes and sat you on the end of the desk, then he kissed the tear tracks on your face as he spoke: “I’m proud of you, you know?” He told you, “You kept your promise and told me the truth. Doesn’t it feel good to get something that you want?”

You were fidgeting with with the end of his shirt sleeve as you replied, “It’s not as easy to be honest with other people as it is with you”.

“I know.” he replied thoughtfully.

“I’ve been trying.” You added, and a small smile lifted his lips ever so slightly.

“Yes, you have.” He agreed, before leaning in and kissing you softly.

When you pulled away from each other, you leaned against his chest, and he slowly ran his hand up and down your back.

“I’m tired,” you told him. “How can I be tired? I’m dreaming”.

“Well, we haven’t had a very low-energy kind of night, have we?”

Your eyes immediately widened a bit in realisation, and you pulled back to look at him. “How come you don’t seem tired, then?”

“I’m a demon”.

“Are you saying that demons can, well, go for-“

“No love, I’m saying that I can”.

You could feel a flustered expression take over your features the second you heard him, and the smirk on his face could have made you forget your name.

“What- you-“

There was amused laughter lacing his words as he nodded towards the doorway. “Come on.” He seemed ridiculously pleased with himself, as he helped you off the desk.

Your knees buckled when you stood, and he was quick to steady you. “Oh, no no no, we can’t have that. Up you go.” he insisted, picking you up with ease once again.

“Where are we going?” You asked him, as he walked out of the room with you in his arms.

“We’re going to bed”.

“Can we fall asleep inside a dream?” You wondered.

“Let’s find out”.

He carried you to his bedroom and placed you so you were leaning back against the pillows, before tossing his scarf onto the nightstand, next to his sunglasses, and pulling off his shirt. Even after the events of the night, you found yourself looking away, focusing on the soft sheets beneath you. He sat next to you on the edge of the bed, then he hooked his finger under your chin and turned your head so you were facing him.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed.” He told you, his voice gentle, yet with an undeniably teasing tone. You tentatively reached up and placed your hand on the side of his face, your fingers just barely resting on his snake tattoo. He smiled softly and kissed your palm, then he snapped his fingers, and suddenly his trousers had been swapped for black pyjama pants.

He walked around to the opposite side of the bed and laid down, with one of his hands behind his head, then he patted the space between the two of you with the other, wordlessly encouraging you to lay next to him. For a moment you remained still, as you found yourself drinking in every detail of him: his sharp, angular features, his pale throat and chest, his lithe frame, the way his trousers that were resting low on his hips drew your eyes down to his waist and-

Dear lord, he was breathtaking.

A single question entered your mind, and left your lips instantaneously: “Can I kiss you?”

He moved you onto his lap (like he so loved to do), and replied, “Always”.

He leaned back and pulled you towards him with a smile. His eyebrows were slightly raised, as if to say, “I’m waiting”.

You shook your head at him in amusement, then you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. He coaxed your mouth open and slipped his tongue past your lips, practically devouring you, and loving every second of it.

You eagerly wrapped your arms around his neck, reveling in the feeling of his skin beneath your fingertips. Both his hands were tightly gripping your hips, and every little gasp and whine he heard from you seemed to make him kiss you even harder. Soon the heat in your stomach, that he had taught you how to handle, had returned. This time, however, you weren’t the least bit afraid of what you were feeling.

You pulled back, breathing heavily, and took hold of his hand, placing it on the hem of your shirt, silently asking him to take it off you.

“You need to rest”. He told you. As much as he enjoyed the effect he had on you, he knew that part of taking care of you was making sure you took care of yourself.

“No.” you argued with a laugh, amused by your sudden stubbornness.

“No?” He repeated, his tone light, matching yours.

You shook your head no at him, feigning innocence by batting your eyes and pouting a bit.

“Why not?” He hummed.

You were running your fingers through his hair, that had been sticking up this way and that, as you replied, “I’m not tired anymore”.

“You’re not?” he replied, putting on quite a show, as he pretended to be surprised by your words.

He flipped you both over so he was kneeling over you and, as you suddenly began to feel the cool air on your skin, you gasped, realizing that your shirt was now off, but he hadn’t actually pulled it off of you. As he nudged your legs apart with his knee, playful laughter spilled from his lips, then he leaned down and captured your lips with his. Your back arched slightly into his touch, as he slowly trailed his hand down your chest and stomach.

Just like that, every last item of clothing left on you disappeared, and as he slipped his hand between your legs, he nipped at your ear and whispered, “Trust me love, you will be, if I’ve got anything to say about it”.

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[cutiesgaloree]

WET N WILD !!

dire crowley x gn!reader

context: having fun in the shower!!

warnings: mdni, shower sex, unprotected sex, oral (reader receiving)

You shouldn't have agreed to this. Now, Crowley's cock was abusing your poor hole, kissing your deepest parts with every harsh thrust.

When your lover had asked you to take a shower with him, you'd thought nothing of it and agreed. One thing led to another and the man had you pinned against the shower wall, steaming water making the room even hotter.

Holding you against the wall, he'd inhabited the place between your thighs, licking and sucking all the right places. It felt like hours, orgasm after orgasm, yet he refused to stop licking or curling his fingers inside of you deliciously.

You were so wet and overstimulated, you poor thing-- yet he just bottomed out in one quick thrust, filling you up.

Now he just can't stop. With your drooling hole clenching on him and your sweet, sinful noises, there was no way he could hold himself back, not when you begged him to go harder so sweetly.

Your legs were wrapped around him, hands scratching his back from the sheer pleasure, crying out from the way his cock bullied your hole and how his warm tongue abused your neck, leaving marks in its wake.

All it took to make you unravel was his slender fingers going down and rubbing you just right~ Now you're babbling his name over and over, back arching into him, and he groaned at how you clamped down on his cock, ripping an orgasm from him and milking him dry~

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[angelltheninth]

Could we get some dire Crowley nsfw headcanons? I feel so hard for him jgjbfuh

Not many people ask for him, but he's really hot!

Pairing: Dire Crowley x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, BDSM, toy use, buying clothes, dom/sub dynmics, cute nicknames, marks, showing off

A/N: I think it's the mask... it's the mask for sure.

A big BDSM enthusiast, the kind that has a whole collection of the gear in a closet

Calls you kitten, darling, love, plaything

The kind of man who will buy you any kind of clothes you want and then proceed to show you off, and insist he takes it off later that same night

Proud to show any mark you might make on him only if you show the ones he made on you

You can only take his mask off after you've made him come once

Uses a lot of toys both in and out of the bedroom

His pointy ears are his weakspot and he hates that you figured that out

If you're being too much of a brat he will make you wear a toy up your pussy for the entire next day, and you better keep it down when he activates the vibrations, you don't want everyone on staff to know what a slut you are

Will fuck you in his office any chance he gets

Knows you wear full bondage gear under your clothes when you feel extra kinky

Has two phones, one for work, and the other full of nudes, videos and voice mails you sent to each other

Never masturbates because he feels like the only time pleasure should be had is when you're doing it to each other, toys are of course and so is mutual masturbation, but nothing solo

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