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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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Too Soon? Pt.2 | Sam

Summary: Sam made a bold move despite only knowing you for a day. Where does this lead?

You can read part 1 here! It's been requested so here's the final part :)

Sorry for the week of nothing lmao, I've been extremely busy with work and it's taken me a whole week to finish this, everything else will be posted within the next week and requests will be back open soon!

Word count: 1,744

Tag List: @chaospossum @girlsforpjm @rowenalovee @themidnightwitch44 @amythedoctor @linkthetrashgoblin @take-it-on-the-run

Your cheeks flushed a bright pink, and Dean's eyes were locked on you. "That was a very bold move Sammy," He states, chuckling to himself before taking a bite out of his burger. And Sam laughs, clearly trying to avoid all eye contact with you. Unsure what to do, your eyes meet the table whilst thinking everything over.

"You're making her shy, Dean!" Charlie chortles, somehow finding amusement in your embarrassment. You just know that if the tables were turned she would not be laughing. Your eyes met Sams, the sunlight hitting the colours just right, making them look a sort of treron than plain hazel. It's almost like he hadn't taken his eyes off of you. His gaze softens when he realises they're still poking fun at the pair of you, so he shoots you a quick it's okay smile, before clearing his throat. The food and drinks arrived quickly after, the pair of you completely ignoring the two children sat next to you.

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About an hour or so later, you're all gradually picking up your things and leaving the table. Dean throws a $10 tip on the table for the waitress, giving her a full smile upon leaving. He and Charlie walk on toward the Impala, leaving you and Sam trailing behind. You can feel him looking at you, the feeling making you want to make him look at you more. The subtle exchanges in the diner and the gentle touches under the table make you feel like you're a teenager again.

You all pile into the car, sitting in comfortable silence. Charlie and Dean having their own nerdy conversation about Star Wars really bores you, so you tune out and stare out of the window instead.

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Your head falls onto Sam's chest, who's sound asleep with his hand propping his head up as he rests, his legs splayed out with his other hand placed on his thigh. At this moment you didn't really care about who said what, it's hard to sleep in a car with no pillows or blankets. Charlie's asleep in the front seat, Dean focusing on driving. You shift your whole body to lean against him, and he lifts his arm to allow you onto his lap. You place your head on his thighs and he strokes your hair. Sam's breathing softens again, his enormous hands coming to a halt. He rests it on top of your hip, the pair of you drifting off to sleep once more.

It must’ve been a few hours since you passed out on Sam’s lap, but Dean had parked the Impala outside of a motel, the discoloured sign that read ‘ROOMS AVAILABLE’ is missing letters, assuming they had fallen off. The logo of the motel's lights flicker and dim in a rhythmic pattern. You jolt awake, rubbing your eyes and looking up at Sam, who’s just woken up as well. He looks down at you with a gentle smile, his dimples causing deep shadows on his face. You sit up, stretching as much as you can before exiting.

You all walk to the reception in silence, sleep deprivation taking over everyone’s mind. Dean, being chirpier than ever, requests rooms for everyone but himself and pays the receptionist in cash. “Why didn’t you get a room for yourself, Dean?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. He shrugs. “I work better when I have no sleep. It helps me thrive.” He frowns his lips, looking proud of himself. You grin at his quick comment, accepting that he’s most likely going to do his own thing tonight, and will just carry on the drive the next morning.

He passes Charlie a set of keys and passes you a set too. “Well,” he sighs, looking up at Sam. “Have a good night guys.” He says, patting him on the shoulder. Sam smirks, then looks down at the floor. “What do you mean? I can’t share a room with either of them, that’s weird.” He states, Dean turns back to him, shrugging his shoulders. “Figure it out. You’re a big boy now.” He laughs almost mischievously, and you give your sister a wide-eyed I have to share a room with him? look. Charlie giggles at your expense.

“I guess I’ll go find the rooms. I’ll see you two in a sec.” He says, showing you a small, guilty grin. Charlie excitedly looks over at you. “He’s so into you.”

"Charlie, he's known me, what, half a day? He can't be." You sound unsure, looking over your shoulder to peer outside. Charlie hums and shakes her finger in your face. "You never know, Y/N. Sam is always so nervous around pretty girls. He seems pretty nervous to me." She says with a smile in her voice. You smile widely. "Stop," You whisper, shoving her arm with almost no effort. "Let's just go to our rooms." You say, exiting the reception and meeting with Sam outside.

You find your motel room, the burgundy paint has chipped and the door handle is rusted, showing a battered brass shade underneath. You push open the door, leading yourself and Sam into a small, musty room with a double bed. The walls are a light cream, the curtains a dark crimson with a floral swirl pattern in a shade darker. The bedsheets match the curtain, and the carpet looks tired and worse for wear. Darker marks blotch the carpet, and you'd rather not know what stained it. "Well," You start, opening the blinds to allow more light to shine through. "It's something." You look at Sam, who's examining the room, padding his way over to the bathroom and turning on the light.

"Not bad. We've stayed in worse." He chuckles, chucking his duffel on the floor in front of the bed. He shuffles through his things and takes out salt, a gun, and a small whiskey flask. "The essentials." You laugh, Sam grinning at your comment. It's not often you'd go on hunts with someone who's so prepared to protect themselves. Usually, you'd just wing it and come home the same night. This time it's different.

You unpack a couple of things onto your bedside table, taking out your toiletries, ready to take a well-deserved shower. You sit up on the side of the bed, looking over at Sam. "So, about the bed situation..." You start, feeling awkward even having to mention it, and Sam chuckles. "Don't worry. I can sleep in the chair and you have the bed." He smiles, certain that you don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. "No, I was gonna say we can share. You won't get a good night's sleep otherwise." You disagree, pointing over to the empty side of the room. You had basically made yourself at home even though it was just for the night. Sam raises his eyebrows, almost shocked at you willing to share a bed with a man you've just met.

Even though he didn't agree or disagree with your suggestion, he kept it open in case you changed your mind. Forgetting about your shower, Sam enters the bathroom and turns on the shower. You thought the best thing to do to pass the time is to help him prepare the room for the night. You take the salt he had laid on the table and sprinkled it at the bottom of the door, the windowsills and around the whole perimeter of the room, including pulling out the bed from the wall and sprinkling it behind there too. You take his handgun and place it under the pillow. You remember to do the same with your own.

Sam gets out of the shower, putting on a fresh pair of underwear and wrapping a white bath sheet around his waist before entering the main room again. You look up at him from the bed, his toned yet sharp body mesmerising you, it's as if he did it on purpose. The guy knows he's good-looking, so he's using it to his advantage. His hair is messy, strands sticking to the side of his face as well as his forehead. Collarbones shining in the summer evening sun, beads of water glistening and reflecting the sunlight. He walks over to his bag, reaching for a new shirt and pair of pyjama bottoms. Your gaze is fixated on him, every single movement of his looks intentional, whether it is or not, it's getting your attention.

He walks over to the bed, lays his fresh clothes down and removes his towel. He folds the towel back up and throwing it gently on the edge of the bed to take back to the bathroom. He locks eyes with you for one second, a playful but cocky look on his face. You panic, thinking that he's going to think you're weird for staring. "Sorry," You mumble, taking your fascination elsewhere. Sam snickers. "Sorry for what?" He pauses, finishing putting his comfy clothes on. You sit up on the bed, and he walks over to your side. He towers over you, before continuing. "If it were you getting out of the shower, I'd be the same." He mutters. You stand up and there's a good height difference between you both. He looks down at you, moving closer. "I've wanted you from the moment I saw you..." He states, making the butterflies in your stomach arise. Your cheeks flush red, and you can't seem to find the confidence to look at him in the eyes.

"Yeah?" You ask, unable to understand how a guy like him is interested in you. "Yeah. I was so nervous around you but I took a moment and I thought you know what? I only get one chance at fucking up, so why not?" He inches closer to you, he lifts your chin up with his finger, and you freeze. "Can I kiss you?" He whispers, and you nod.

His gentle lips meet yours, awaiting your consent. He pulls you closer to him, his chest meeting yours. You place your hand on his cheek, slowly moving to the back of his head, stroking his hair. His hand moves from yours and places it on the small of your back. You pull him towards the bed and fall on top of each other, the tension swiftly building up in the last few seconds, and you both can't help yourselves.

Is this too soon? You thought to yourself, then shrugging it off. It's worth it.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #dean winchester #dean winchester imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester imagines #supernatural imagine #spn imagine #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader

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avocado-writing · 6 months

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Crowley with a bit of a corruption kink?? He’s into ‘ruining’ the reader

notes: short but filthy I hope lol

rated: E

pairing: crowley x reader

“Crowley…”

“That’s it. Say my name.”

He hisses a little as he speaks, a giveaway to his true nature. As punctuation he snaps himself forward deeper into you, making you let out a little gasp of satisfaction.

“Oh my god…”

“Ahh, she won’t help you now, darling. It’s just you and me.”

To drive in the point he readjusts his body against yours. His thin hips sit snugly between your legs, a puzzle-piece perfect fit, and when he drives his cock into you again it feels like he’s hitting parts of you that you didn’t even know you had. Your head swims with fuzzy stars as he draws pleasure out of you.

“Coming apart on a demon’s cock? You think that god would have anything good to say about that darling? You really want her to see you like this while I stain your gorgeous little soul with my cum?”

At the moment, with the way he’s taking you to such dizzying heights of ecstasy? You’re torn. You want to cry out as loud as you can to anyone who’ll hear you, but at the same time you want to keep this moment in its own perfect bubble. Just you and your demon. And if the price of that is your damnation, well… right now, as he fucks you to within an inch of your life, you’ll pay it.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Lay back and take it. I’ll take care of you better than any god could.”

He runs a finger down your sternum and grins posessively. Yes. You’ll give yourself over to him, body and soul.

All he need do is ask.

Taglist: Taglist: @angiestopit@dazed-soul@foolishprincipalitee@smile-eywa@staygoldsquatchling02@underratedboogeyman@specter-soltare@cool-ontherun-world@emilynissangtr@willbedecided@cool-iguana@this--is--music @ilyatan @lxsm2@clarina04@wtfhasmy-lifecometo@mrgatotortuga@wereallbrokenangels @night-affiliate @kimqueenofhell@chewbrry @bajablast23 @h3k3t@am-i-obsessed---maybe@bakerstreethound @darktealrat@chaospossum @belilwen @rex-ray @hunterispunk

#request #crowley x reader #david tennant x reader #good omens x reader

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raz-writes-the-thing · 28 days

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omg you make crochet plushies!! me too!! (well, kinda, I crochet in general and have made two amigurumi whales and some stuffed hearts) did you ever post any pics on your main blog? seriously can I please see them?

I love that! I haven’t posted any on my personal ( @chaospossum ) but I can post some here!

I meant to answer this the day you sent it and then I just… didn’t organise my pictures HAHA

I’ll reblog w a couple more

#about raz #Raz answers the thing

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 1 year

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WIPs

Just to give an update on what I'm currently working on and what I plan on working on - also as an acknowledgement of the requests I've received so far, this should hopefully provide some reassurance that they have been received, acknowledged and will be fulfilled. Please note I don't have a tag list.

Requests:

Tom Bennett with a dominant partner - requested by @orcaunionleader

Eloping with Abraham - requested by @mini-kunoichi

Anal sex with Aemond - requested by @happilyhertale

Part two of Little Warrior - requested by @levithestripper

Michael Gavey with an older woman - requested by @orcaunionleader

High Valyrian dirty talk with Daemon - requested by @chaospossum

Doggy style/rimming/cock milking with Aemond - requested by @the-common-cowgirl

Current WIPs:

My Body is a Cage (Aemond angsty one shot) - requested by @doomwhathouwilt

Cozened Indigo - part three

Fire on the Mountain - Chapter one - Otto Hightower x Costayne OFC

I will add this post to my intro post and keep it regularly updated, so people are kept in the loop with what's happening behind the scenes. Thank you to all who follow me for your continued support, it's genuinely appreciated!

#not a fic #fic adjacent

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quite-right-too · 5 months

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Matching name squad @chaospossum @denaliwrites

#my post #friendos

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horizonfanzine · 1 year

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Another exciting preview, this time from ChaosPossum.

Remember, pre-orders are open now!

horizonfanzine.bigcartel.com

#horizon forbidden west #horizon zero dawn #focus network zine #fanzine #contributor spotlight #focus network

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random-gallifreyan · 5 months

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What happens when @chaospossum and I interact

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demdifferentstories-29 · 5 months

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'Get To Know' Me Tag Game

(This is so long overdue please forgive me!)

I was tagged by @chaospossum and @quite-right-too

Favourite colour: red and green <3

Currently reading: BlackKklansman by Ron Stallworth and The Fortress by S.A. Jones (which has been on pause for a few months).

Last song: 'Light Up The Tunnel' by Crystal Lake

Last series: In the midst of doing a proper, full watch of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit after watching plenty of episodes growing up. The last series I finished was Sex Education - I'm a bit of an oddball and don't watch whole shows in one go. I tend to jump back and forth between them, picking up after finishing the previous season/series like months/a year ago lol.

Last movie: American Reunion

Sweet/savoury/spicy: Definitely a sweet girly, but I love savoury and don't mind spice.

Currently working on: Finishing Possession, my remix event contribution, and whatever WIP I hyperfixate on lol.

Tagging: @bronzeagepizzeria, @thirdeyeblue, @insomniac-101, @metacrisisdoctor, @badxwolfxrising and anyone else who wants to have a crack <3

#tag game

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denaliwrites · 5 months

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you could be an Alec Hardy x reader

It seemed like running away was all you did, but the one thing you couldn't run away from forever was the feelings you had for Alec. The question was; Would you ever stop to face the truth?

well its not quite what i imagined but i hope it does the trick for you anon and @chaospossum !! here u go loves

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negans-lucille-tblr · 2 months

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I just discovered your blog yesterday and have fallen in love with the (only, like,) two fics I’ve had time to read so far and I’d love to be added to your tag list for all the fandoms you write for!

I didn’t see a google link anywhere to add myself. Do I do that through your inbox?

Thank you so so much!

Thanks for the love. I don’t do tag lists though sorry ❤️

#bee answers #chaospossum

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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Angel Girl | Dean

Summary: Dean learns you're not human, but an angel.

Requested here! Thank you! Let me know if you want a part 2! Felt like I could write this forever but obvs had to end it at some point lmaoo

Word count: 1,299

Taglist: @rowenalovee @amythedoctor @girlsforpjm @chaospossum @take-it-on-the-run, @themidnightwitch44 @linkthetrashgoblin

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Dean's love life has always been rocky, from casual dating to raunchy hookups with the girls he finds at the local bar and waking up the next day simultaneously enjoying and regretting his life choices. He's never settled for anyone and the relationships he's had over the years have almost always ended on the wrong foot.

Until he met you.

Castiel had introduced you both whilst Cas had made an excuse of hearing your prayer over an issue that made him realise you're not quite the person that needed help, of course, because you were different.

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Dean wakes up in a cold sweat, his heart beating 100 times a second. His eyes scan the room to ensure he's awake and not in a dream state. He takes a deep breath, before propping himself up in bed, looking over at his bedside table and checking the time. 5:24 AM. "God damn it," He sighs, placing his head in his hands, hunching over. He rubs his stubble to try and wake himself up. His fern-coloured orbs meet with the ceiling.

"God, just give me a break." He whispers, resting his forearm across his eyes. "Please let me sleep." He huffs, attempting to relax before sleeping again. The sound of large wings echoes the room, and Dean refuses to move his arm. "Cas, get out." He shoos, waving his spare hand.

"Hello." A sweet voice appears, making Dean jump out of his skin. He reaches for his gun and points it at the figure standing at his door. Fear takes over his face, his eyes enlarged and his mouth slightly agape.

"Y/N?" He asks, his face reading multiple different emotions. "How did you get here?" He stumbles, his thought process is jumbled right now. His gorgeous eyes meet yours, then you look down at the floor.

"I heard your prayer."

"M-my prayer?" He lays his gun flat on the bed, his gaze unable to move away from you. You nod.

"It's universal... You pray to God and angels can answer." You smile at him, yet he remains confused. "Y/N, you're an angel?" He questions, gradually getting up from the mattress. You assume that he already knew, maybe Cas had told him prior but Dean chose to not say anything about it. The surprise from Dean surprises you. "You didn't know?" You say softly, and Dean shakes his head. "I thought Cas would have told you, but that's okay. I guess there's much to talk about." You chuckle lightly. "Yeah, we do."

You tell Dean that you'll be back the following day to answer all of his questions, and allow him to return to bed so he can go back to sleep.

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You arrive at the bunker, the early morning Kansas sun beaming down onto the back of your head as you let yourself in. You walk down the stairs and meet Dean in the kitchen who's cooking up breakfast for himself. "Hey Dean," You greet, showing him a friendly smile. You stand next to the counter as he turns around and faces you. "Hey Y/N. You didn't zap in today?" He asks, scraping scrambled eggs and bacon onto two plates. "No, I wanted to seem more... normal. Human, I guess. Did it work?" You ask, a gleam in your eyes. "Yeah, I'd say so." He starts, reaching over to the drawer where the cutlery is kept. He passes you a plate, a knife and a fork. "Y'know, I was thinking last night..." He says, leading you over to the dining table. "I want to show you how to act more human. So..." He slides the plate in front of you, the steam travelling up toward your face, the smell engulfing you.

"I thought we could start with you trying food. Here," He passes you the cutlery in the correct hands. "Dig in." He finishes, piling his breakfast onto his fork and bringing it to his mouth. You attempt to do the same, but much slower. You bring it up to your mouth, allowing the food to sit there in your mouth for a few seconds. You swallow, Dean watching your every move. "See? Not so bad is it?" He chuckles lightly, and you smile at him. "No, it's quite enjoyable. The flavours are quite foreign." You say, lifting another forkful.

You have both finished your breakfast, Dean's crack at trying to help you has definitely helped, but he's not done yet. He suggests that you both take a night to yourselves to catch you up on the most iconic movies.

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"I had an idea of watching a chick flick for tonight," He almost shivers at the idea. "Just this once. Then we can watch Star Wars." He says, and you laugh at him. "Dean Winchester watching a movie made specifically for teenagers... I never thought I'd see the day." You chuckle, and he smirks at your quick comment. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with a chick flick every so often." He admits, switching the TV over to something very close to Netflix, but is borderline illegal. Upon choosing Wild Child, you both sit back, remaining quiet throughout the whole movie.

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The movie finishes, and you glance over to Dean, who's sound asleep sitting up, his arms are crossed and one leg is resting over the other. Despite being an angel, you can't help but feel something warm and fuzzy ignite in your chest, a feeling of adoration and... something else you can't quite put your finger on. He shuffles, and you nudge his arm gently. "Dean," You whisper, trying to not startle him. He groans, his eyes flickering. "Dean, the movie has finished." You shake him again, and he rapidly sits up properly. "I'm awake." Dean rubs his eyes, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He stretches, his arms above his head. His t-shirt rides up a little, and you can't help but glare. He rests one arm above his head, and the other beside you on the sofa.

Dean reaches for the TV remote and searches for one of the many Star Wars movies. "So, how'd you like that one?" He asks with his gaze upon you. You nod. "It was good. I can see why it's so popular." You smile, a gentle look on your face. He grins at you, nodding his head. "Can't say I've seen it many times myself," He clears his throat, searching for 'The Empire Strikes Back'. "Dean, I know when you're lying." You add, scanning his face. "What? No I'm not," He chuckles nervously, avoiding any eye contact with you. "Yes you are, I can feel it. Your weird behaviour is offputting."

"Offputting? That's rude." He jokes and the movie auto-plays. The intro to the movie startles you, and Dean laughs at you. "That's really loud." You huff, and Dean relaxes an arm around your shoulders. "It's okay. That's the only loud part of the movie." He adds, shuffling closer to you. "Now, this is one of the best Star Wars movies they've ever made," He starts, and you allow him to ramble about the context of the movie and which actor plays what character. You sit and stare at him whilst he has his rant, his passion for something has really intrigued you like no other.

Everyone will always have a say about supernatural beings and how they differ from humans, how the stereotype that angels are typically full of wisdom and forgiveness. But for you, wisdom is the need to know the true forms of the Winchester brothers, especially Dean. Something about him and the need to aid other people except himself has always bewildered you.

Hoping that this will help you bring him closer to you, you'd just about do anything for that to happen.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester imagines #supernatural imagine #spn imagine #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester spn

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avocado-writing · 7 months

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Hello Avocado!! I've been seeing these photos of Michael Sheens thighs and uh....the thing it made me think of was riding Aziraphale's thigh and Crowley stumbles upon it and ends up watching and ends up kissing you.

notes: WE LOVE A THIGH RIDE!

pairing: aziraphale x reader x crowley

rating: E

Your foreheads are pressed together. Sweaty, slick, hot. Your thighs are planted either side of one of Aziraphale’s and you’re lost in riding it. The fair, coarse hair decorating his leg is just the most lovely texture; your bare sex is on fire with it beneath you.

You’d fuck him all day like this if you could. Like a dog in heat. In fact, one boring autumn back in 1810, you seem to remember that you did. You could barely walk afterwards but dear god was it worth it.

“Aziraphale…” you sigh, caressing your lover’s body with a smile. He presses his cheek into your hand and kisses your palm.

“Darling. My darling. My beautiful nightingale.”

Something behind you catches Aziraphale’s attention, and his smile widens.

“Crowley!”

You turn and see your demon leaning on the doorway, glasses up in his hair, surveying the scene with rapt interest. You know what Crowley looks like when he’s turned on, and he’s not doing a good job at hiding it. Still, he wants to pretend he’s in charge. He cocks an eyebrow.

“Don’t believe anyone said you should stop, nightingale.”

You mewl but redouble your efforts, fucking down harder into the thigh beneath you. Crowley closes the gap and drags the angel in to meet his lips, the two of them letting out a low moan. You bury your head in the shoulder of his plush beige coat, but soon feel Crowley vying for your attention. He pulls you to face him and presses his tongue into your mouth during a slow, sensual kiss. You keen as he begins to direct the rhythm of your body, how you should fuck Aziraphale, how he wants you to fuck him.

“Crowley… Aziraphale…”

“That’s it, darling. Don’t stop.”

You increase your pace as Crowley keeps kissing you. Aziraphale drops his mouth to your shoulder in order to press reverent pecks, which quickly descend into little nips. Good. You like when you leave marks on each other. You’ll leave them red raw with bites and scratches on a good day.

Between them there is no place you’d rather be.

taglist: @angiestopit @foolishprincipalitee @smile-eywa @staygoldsquatchling02 @underratedboogeyman @specter-soltare @candlewitch-cryptic @cool-ontherun-world @emilynissangtr @willbedecided @bdffkierenwalker @cool-iguana @ilyatan @civil-groupie @willyoubethepookietomypookster @lxsm2 @clarina04 @wtfhasmy-lifecometo @mrgatotortuga @wereallbrokenangels @night-affiliate @silcosmoke @kimqueenofhell @chewbrry @bajablast23 @h3k3t @am-i-obsessed---maybe @bakerstreethound@a-mediocore-writer @darktealrat @chaospossum @belilwen @rex-ray @hunterispunk

#aziraphale x reader x crowley #crowley x reader x aziraphale #good omens x reader #request #fic: the light the dark and the spaces inbetween

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