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whats-those · 8 months
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Surely I’m not the first person to notice this but I haven’t seen anyone else mention that Good Omens Crowley and Supernatural Crowley have the exact same throne???
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How did this happen
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adeliadrawstuff · 1 month
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Hello Moose :)
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via-l0ve · 3 months
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Here's another thing on SPN. It's a little dirty, so I hope it's ok. It doesn’t matter how, but the guys find a vibrator from the reader. Go for it. 👁️👁️
Vibe (SPN Pref!) 🩷
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a/n: FERAL. I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS
warnings: mentioned female anatomy, smutty, sex toys, edging, masturbation, etc. overall NSFW!!!! do not read if that makes you uncomfortable!!! any hate will be deleted and i will hate you
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Dean:
dean snoops through your things a lot
when he was snooping and found a vibrator he was immediately turned on
he put it in his pocket and took it with him to show you.
“look at what i found! pretty thing.”
so anyways
it eventually leads to him having you masturbate with the vibe, sitting in front of him while he jerks off
he’s sitting there praising the fuck outta you
“such a pretty pussy.. fuuuck y/n..”
“look at you, throbbing around nothing. thinking about my cock, huh?”
after you both cum he eats you out <3
Sam:
sam is flabbergasted
but also like so turned on
he has lots of ideas
eventually he decides to ignore your advances all day, making sure you’re all worked up.
he gets you to ride his thigh, pulling out your vibe and pressing it right against your clit while you rock back and forth on him
or he’ll slip it inside of you and have you rocking back and forth on him
“so needy for me baby.. you like this huh?”
buys you more
Castiel:
cas puts two and two together pretty quick and realizes what this weird vibrating machine is
he talks to you about it and asks if you’d be open to using it together
he has you handcuffed to the bedpost with him on his knees stroking his cock and edging you with the vibe
he’s pushing his dick inside so you can just about feel it and then he pulls back out until you’re basically fucking yourself on him
“what a pretty girl for me. good girl..”
makes you cum multiple times without stopping
“cum for me one more time yeah? oh, i know, darling, i know.”
Crowley:
crowley is immediately stripping you and fucking you raw
he’s eating out your pussy and pressing the vibe into your nipples and pumping it in and out of your hole
you’re a moaning mess and he decided to fucking RAIL you while pressing the vibe up against you again.
“goddamn… tightening around me already? gonna cum for me, y/n?”
it eventually turns into you riding him and rubbing the vibe against your pussy
“my pretty girl, huh? taking what she wants? fuuuck yes, darling.”
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winchesterszvonecek · 4 months
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“Mom, mom, I got a Sam!”
CHRISTMAS in SUPERNATURAL | 11x10
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anntova · 5 months
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be careful the squirrel bites🐿
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fuckyeahgoodomens · 11 months
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David Tennant at the Basingstoke Comic Con 21.05.2023 :)
Fan: I'd like to say thank you because as a Crowley myself, having you play 'a Crowley' in Good Omens has done a lot to repair the name reputation after all the scorn from Supernatural.
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rax-writes · 4 months
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↬ hellish elysian
Elysian - relating to or characteristic of heaven or paradise.
Pairing: Crowley x afab!Reader Warnings: Smut, MDNI, 18+ ONLY ⇆ P in V sex, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), choking / breath play, impact play, hair pulling, degradation, mention of blood kink
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The original objective of this entire situation had been manipulation. But, at this point, it was impossible to tell who was manipulating whom – or if that was at all part of the dynamic anymore.
Post-human blood debacle, Crowley felt more vulnerable than he had in a few hundred years. Being around demons too often felt risky, lest they sniff out his vulnerability & use it to their advantage. But he craved touch, affection, and closeness – which made him feel like a whiny child, but he couldn't get rid of the craving without satiating it. The best option, in this “between a rock and a hard place” scenario, was none other than one of the people who had a hand in attempting to make him human.
You.
You clearly knew of his involvement in the third trial, and you were a human. Even though you were a hunter – a damn good one, at that – you were still just a human, so he viewed you as less of a threat than any demons he could use for sex.
Or, at least, that's how he justified it. The truth was that Crowley had wanted to fuck you since the day he met you – first just to piss off Moose and Squirrel, then simply because something about you made his trousers tighter.
On your end, the rationale wasn't too different from Crowley's. Given the endless flirtatious comments the King of Hell threw your way, you often contemplated whether you could use sex as a bargaining chip with him. Sure, he was undeniably hot, and something about that gravely accented voice made you flush. But it didn't seem to be a card you truly wanted to play – until you basically got a late night “booty call” text from an unmistakable 666 phone number.
You got some juicy intel out of it, and a couple of ancient relics, both of which helped on the next couple of hunts. The next time, you got a very old, very powerful protection amulet. The third time… well, you came so hard you passed out, so you just called that transaction square. The fourth time was just a lavish dinner, a horse-drawn carriage ride around Paris at night, and a stay in a hotel that was so over-the-top fancy you could scarcely believe your eyes.
You lost track after that, but eventually… there were no transactions, no trades. Just mind-blowing, spine-melting, moral-disintegrating sex.
Crowley still bought you dresses with four-figure price tags to wear to swanky restaurants, followed by stays in five star hotels or rented million-dollar homes, fucking the brains out of one another on every surface. But somewhere along the way, any attempts at personal gain via manipulation were lost, and the two of you just enjoyed each other's company.
Which is what brought you to your current position – naked on silk sheets, barely clinging to consciousness as the King of Hell made you cum on his tongue for the umpteenth time that evening.
Crowley spoke, but you could barely hear him over the ringing in your ears. It sounded like he was far away as you gasped for air, eyes closed as you came down from your high.
“You look so pretty like this, pet,” he purred, absentmindedly kissing your inner thighs – each peck of his lips making you twitch. “Fucked within an inch of your life by none other than moi. Oh, I love to see it.”
Agonizingly slow, Crowley made his way up your body, leaving nips and kisses in his wake. Thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, throat, jaw – and, finally, your lips. As he situated himself between your legs, the familiar feeling of his rock hard cock grinding against your soaked pussy invaded your senses, causing you to sigh into the kiss. He continued to glide his shaft through your folds, teasing you until you began to whine.
“Something you want, darling?” Crowley asked lightheartedly, grinding harder against you. When you merely whined and hooked your legs around him, trying to pull him closer, he let out a condescending tsk tsk tsk. “You know what to say to get exactly what you want.”
However, his smirk faded when you rolled your eyes.
“I am not saying that.”
“You will if you want me to finish the job.”
That only made you smile, because god, it was always so fun to call his bluffs.
You shrugged, moving to leave the bed, “Meh, the job is finished enough, I'd say. We can go ahead and call it a day.”
Lightning fast, Crowley let out a quiet growl, grabbed you by the jaw, turned your head to face him, agitation written all over his face. You merely smiled – which only irked him more.
“Fine. You don't have to call me ‘my king.’ Just… just get back over here,” Crowley demanded, his voice becoming marginally more desperate at the end. You complied, falling into his arms on the bed, and he wasted no time in capturing you in a searing kiss.
One of his hands drifted lower to pump himself a few times, before snarling, “Cocky little bitch, aren’t you?” Before you could retort, he plunged into you in one swift thrust.
A loud, debauched moan escaped you, and you mindlessly raked your nails down Crowley’s back, earning a hiss from him – but you knew him well enough by now to know that he liked it.
The demon set a merciless pace, burying his face in the crook of your neck, beard scratching the sensitive flesh there.
“Hit me.”
The words fell from your lips before you’d even fully thought them through, but Crowley was never one to hesitate. Almost instantly, you felt his palm collide with your cheek – somehow with the perfect amount of pain to make it absurdly pleasurable.
You toppled over an edge you didn’t even realize you’d been approaching, coming undone beneath him with a scream. Vaguely, you heard Crowley hum in amusement. Before you’d fully regained your senses, he was flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up to meet his, using his grip on you as leverage to resume harshly fucking you. He seemed to be aware that you were practically mindless at this point, as he manhandled you however he pleased.
As a cacophony of wet, lewd sounds and moans filled the room, you momentarily had enough mental clarity to recall why the nature of this arrangement was so hot: it’s wrong. It’s so goddamn wrong – for a skilled hunter to be knocking boots with the literal King of Hell. But fuck, does it feel so right when he’s inside of you – hitting your sweet spot with brutal, precise thrusts, pulling your hair harshly to force you upright and into a messy kiss.
When the kiss broke, you let your head fall back onto Crowley’s shoulder, and his heavy breathing hit your ear as he wrapped a strong hand around your throat, squeezing just the right amount. You clenched around him, and he groaned – low and deep.
“Such a filthy whore you are, darling,” Crowley stated, that damned gravelly, accented voice causing you to clench around him again. Keeping one hand around your throat, the other drifted from your hip to your clit, rubbing steady circles over it. “Mm, you love it when I talk to you, don't you? Whether it’s praise or degradation – as long as I’m talking, it gets you moaning and gripping my cock like a bitch in heat. You’re positively vile, pet. And I love it.”
There were tears streaming down your face from listening to him, and from him toying with your overstimulated clit, and the sight brought a dark chuckle from deep within Crowley’s chest.
“My little succubus,” he mused, then abruptly slapped you again before returning that hand to your throat to give it a firm squeeze.
It was all too much. You came again with a strangled cry of his name. Ever the egomaniac, hearing you finish with his name on your lips was almost always his ending point as well, and Crowley bit down harshly onto your shoulder as he finished inside of you.
The pair of you fell to your sides on the bed, spooning with his cock still inside of you. Crowley draped his arm around your waist, then kissed the bite mark he left on your shoulder. When you turned your head slightly to speak to him, your breath was stolen from your lungs when you noticed the crimson blood on his lips. He opened his mouth to apologize for having bitten you so hard, but then he noticed the way your jaw hung slack, your breathing grew heavier, and your pupils darkened to the point that your irises were fully eclipsed. And he smirked.
“A blood kink, love? Always full of surprises, aren’t we?”
“Go to sleep, Crowley.”
“Another time then,” he replied, not missing the way you smiled as you turned away from him.
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brennenfox · 25 days
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FeEeeElings 👿😈🥹🥲😭🥳🥰😘
As I said before Crowley and feelings is my favorite thing about Supernatural yay. The second favorite thing is just Crowley, the third is probably Crowley's crossroads era.. I could go on
Пользуясь случаем, ребятки го читать мой фанфик, это The demon you know на фикбук (Кроули/ожп, макси, уже 40 !!1! страниц).
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super-incorrect · 5 months
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Crowley - You know what day it is today?
Y/n - Bother Sam and Dean Winchester day?
Crowley - That's on 27th, try again
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5sospenguinqueen · 2 months
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Crowley: Look, I know I only bought your soul last month but-
Y/N: No returns.
Crowley: Please? It's making me sad.
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pinkiebieberpie · 9 months
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Crowley as a husband, please? ♡
HUSBAND CROWLEY HEADCANONS
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i honestly think he would be a really good husband,
he would do anything just to make his wife happy,
whatever you want - you got it!!
he would call you his queen all the time (to the point it's a bit annoying, but still pretty sweet),
he may not seem like it but he's very clingy,
"your skin is so soft, my love"
his love language is buying you gifts,
for some reason i don't think you two would have kids (your job is to raise hell, not kids),
he loves kissing your body, every part of it,
touch starved man!!!
calling you his sweet little demon (even if you aren't one),
obvious you have black wedding rings,
you call him 'king' only in bed and only if you are in the mood for it,
summer vacations in most exotic places, he loves to spoil you,
he LOVES when you are playing with his hellhounds (they are just cute little puppies 🥺);
supernatural masterlist
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winchester-girlfriend · 11 months
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Never forget about this
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If hate could have a face, that would be Sam's.
The King of Hell was lucky to be the King of Hell, in that moment. If he'd been a mortal, Sam'd have just thrown away any repentances and might have tortured him just for the pleasure of it, besides venting out his rage.
Sam's pissed off as hell, literally. Dean died and came back as demon, ran away from him and became Crowley's best friend. Can you imagine something worse, for baby brother? Losing his brother to his enemy. Not being his first love anymore.
I'd just look like that every second of my life, too, if I were him.
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winchesterszvonecek · 2 months
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“He's the Devil. Horns, pitchfork, the whole nine.”
CROWLEY in every episode | 12x08 🔥
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anntova · 6 months
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мои папы
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angel and demon papa and papa
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chaoticfandomgirly · 3 months
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When you are in both Supernatural and Good Omens fandom the struggle to pronounce *CROWLEY * for relative fandom posts is real.
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