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[wielderofthechainsaw]

i took uhhhh sleep sleepy cold and sinus nighttime pills and then i drew spamtenna while half-conscious

he.eheheeeeeee . heeehhe i used ibispaint and my finger

[mortitian-writing]

Belonging

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hhiiiii :3 full fic of this teaser! :33 I am always on my crowley shit

CROWLEY MACLEOD x MALE READER This man does things to me dude I'm stuck on one episode because every time he opens his mouth or god forbid just show up I have to pause, giggle, and pace my room like a stir crazy animal because of how flustered I get

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI | MINORS DNI

cw reader has male genetalia, Crowley is pouring whiskey all over reader, reader is like on an altar thing, not in a sacrifice-y way i just thought it was hot, no speaking because i'm bad at dialogue

Being Crowley's, in body, mind, and soul, meant a lot of things. It meant luxury, taste, and culture many dream of experiencing and could never afford to even glance at. Expensive fabrics that hugged or drapes over your form with tailored precision; wines and drink that have such unique flavor profiles older than your great grandparents; delicacies and treats made with an artistry reserved for the elite; Servants to assist your every movement, never letting you strain even a finger. All things Crowley provides with excess, as if it was something normal, the bare minimum, all in exchange for your devout loyalty and belonging. As long as you are his, he is yours.

And you're his as you lay before him in the old money luxury suite he's gotten for you on a golden altar, bare with nothing but a fluffy white hand towel covering your delicate parts as Crowley uncaps a bottle of his favourite whiskey; Craig Scotch. He trails a hand up your pelvis, stopping at your navel as he tips the bottle, cool liquid dribbling onto your skin leaving it glistening and wet. He places the whiskey onto a nearby table, hand drifting down to your thigh as his tongue presses flat against your lower stomach, trailing up to your navel before slurping up the liquid that pooled in your belly button as he gazed up at you with intensity.

You fail to hold back the full body shiver as he picks up the bottle once more, his usual, sleazy grin returning to his features as, once more, he tips the bottle, whiskey once more pouring over your skin. He watches with barely contained lust as he saturates your flesh with the scotch, placing the bottle down once more. The whiskey's dripping down your chest, Crowley's eyes watching each amber bead of alcohol with sharp eyes. He cups your jaw, thumb idling on your lower lip as he guides you to sit up as he pours more of the scotch over you, liquid soaking the white fabric that covered your cock. With a glance you part your lips and he pours scotch into your mouth, pulling the bottle lip away to replace it with his own, swallowing down both the whiskey and your taste until you're both panting and flushed, you moreso than him.

Already you were feeling the alcohols effects as he away, swaying as he pulled you in for another messy kiss; The only thing stabilizing you, the hand on the back of your neck as he pulls you in closer, tongue swiping against your bottom lip. You cling to him as he kisses you silly, gripping onto his suit vest, chest to chest. Then there's a pleasurable grip around your length and you're moaning, high and whiny as he strokes you slowly, trailing his mouth from your lips to your neck, his voice low as he cooes words dripping with honey into your soul, the words muddled and incomprehensible to your mind yet they fill you with warmth all the same.

Your orgasm is slow, delicate, teetering on mind numbing as Crowley brings you pleasure in the way only he can, memorizing every single nerve he knows that will bring you to climax. And as you come down from your peak, as slow and delicate as the crescendo of your orgasm, Crowley's already got you in his arms, a hand on your hip as his other massages your balls, pressing kisses to your neck, littered with hickeys you dont remember him giving you, but knowing they're all his anyway. And when you two bathe together later, lax as Crowley once again dotes on you, truly, you are his, and he is yours.

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@crowleyshunter

@ ~~- @mortitian-writing, do not repost my work

[andminnequin]

My wife :(

[destructo-range]

hello beloved mootie, I was looking around the local inboxes and saw that it looks a bit barren in here.. so I bought a bit of friendly decor !!

enjoy :]

owowowow what a beautiful Plante.............. this will look very nicely in my green blog. thank you <3

[the-gimmick-blog-collector]

feesch

wand courtesy of @its-wizard-time

THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT !!!!

*points my new super cool feesch wand at @its-wizard-time *

I curse you so that whenever you're about to curse someone else, your hat suddenly grows big enough to cover your eyes so that your curse does not hit the intended target.

[idiot-swanwich]

heheheheehee

im on computer hehe

[livelaughalexisness]

SORRY I WASNT ON YESTERDAY I FELL ASLEEP AFTER SIX FLAGS LOL

[multiversesweets]

so funny that it's orange