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Handjobs

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HAHAHAH AGAIN !!! AGAIN !!!!

CROWLEY MACLEOD x MALE READER - smut. Again... I just want him, bad, chat... I want that man so bad.,,,,

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI | MINORS DNI

cw male genetalia, crowley calls reader "pet," "honeybee," and "dear", handjob (the title) reader is on Crowley's lap, sub!reader x dom!crowley

There you were, sat on Crowley's lap in his empty throne room with your jeans unzipped and tugged low enough for Crowley to fist your weeping length. Your breath stuttered, the air in your lungs punched out as his grip tightened around your base before sliding up to the head to thumb at your slit. His thumb wiped at the precum that accumulated, smearing it across your reddened tip.

“Feels good, don't it, pet?” Crowley grinned, a hand on your hip as you writhed and squirmed. “There we go. Told you, honeybee. Doesn’t have to hurt, does it?” A choked out noise escaped you as he twisted his wrist, nodding quickly. “Mm- mhm- good, rea- ohfuck- really good, Crow,” you stammered, hips involuntarily rutting against his warm hand. He tuts. “Of course. Nothing less for my pet.”

His hand went back down to your base then back up again, tightening his grip at the tip, repeating this motion over and over. His hand was slick with your pre with a wet schlick sound every time he stroked you. Your thighs were tense as you tried not to rut into his hand, shaking when he pulled you closer to rest your forehead on his shoulder to whisper directly into your ear.

“Here we go, dear. That brutish ex of yours didn't have a clue how to touch you, did they?” He crooned, voice warm and low in your ear, his breath fanning against your flesh. You couldnt help how you nodded, agreeing with whatever he said as long as he kept touching you. You were already so close and his voice might just send you over the edge. You're sure he'd love that. Seemed crowley could tell you were near, too. “Going to cum yet, pet?” he chuckled, grip tightening around your base. “Do you think you deserve it, honeybee? Do you deserve to cum?”

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Sick and Ill

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FUCKKK IM so sickk k:(( (( head hurts so im gonna Sam Winchester comfort fic about it

SAM WINCHESTER x MALE READER - uurhgh my head hurt s and my throat is gone awagwaghwhw... so I wrote this

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI

cw Not beta read, reader isn't really specified to be anything but idgaf

Dry coughing permeated Bobby singer’s house as you sat hunched over, ignoring Sam’s incessant fussing as he tried to get you to lay down. “fFffuck no, man… I’m so congested I might suffocate and pass if I lay down,” you groan, throat hoarse and voice shaky as you tried your best to glare at him. Sam just stares at you with that look on his face — the one with the pursed lips, raised brows and large eyes — crossing his arms. “You wouldn’t be in this scenario if you had just stood under the bus stop and not three feet away and in the rain for ten minutes.” You just grumble, accepting the tea he offers you. The steam warms your sinuses, providing some relief as you sip at the chamomile and honey goodness. He pulls the mug away while checking the time, placing the tea down on the coffee table as he gets up. “Where‘re you going..?” you call out to him. He returns shortly with a grin, shaking an orange bottle. “Your meds! Left them in the other room.” He shakes a couple pills into his palm, returning the rest as he hands you a tablet of paracetamol. You take it bregrudgingly, placing it on your tongue as Sam lifts your water bottle to your lips, swallowing down the tablet and water. Only once Sam’s forced at least a cup of water down your throat did he relent, placing a pillow by your back, pressing a kiss to your temple, laughing as you bat at him weakly.

You break into another fits of coughs as Sam goes to fetch you your book. By the time he returns, you’re standing, swaying on your feet as you hold your water bottle, staring blankly into space. Sam calls out your name, guiding you back to the couch with a laugh. When you finally sink into the cushions, you feel the lethargy truly kick in. Sam, as always, notices. He presses you down and you finally relent, limp as he covers you with your favourite blanket. “Just sleep, alright? I’ll wake you for your meds in four hours.” You nod, head lolling to the side as he pulls off your glasses. “Kay… Love you, Sam..” “Love you, too.”

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Mind Numbing

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I was feeling a little ... romantical...

MALE READER - Just smut. .. well, kinda leading up to it??? Foreplay?? he's just pushing in but I write so much on just the sensation of it (despite being a virgin but wtv)

FEM ALIGNED DNI | MINORS DNI

cw masculine genetalia, reader is leashed and collared, Crowley calls you honeybee and pretty, just one large paragraph guys im so sorry. No real ending??? I couldn't figure out how to end it.

Pinned down with nothing but a leather collar and chain leash, you could do nothing but drool into the pillow beneath you as Crowley's body hovered over you, thick cockhead finally popping into your slick hole, red rimmed and twitchy from his fingers and mouth. He wasn't lying when he said torture was how he showed his love. When he finally pushed further, you felt tingles go up and up your spine, sparks behind your eyes as his girth filled you up in a way nothing else had before. “So good f' me, Honeybee,” he crooned in that deep, gravelly voice that always had your lower belly tingly. A whine escaped you as you lifted your hips off the pillow under it, clutching onto anything within your reach on Crowley’s large, red satin covered king-sized bed. “Tut, tut, sweet thing. Just take what your king gives you…” You simply shuddered, aching impossibly for more. More of him in you, on you, whatever he'd give to you and then some. “Crowley,” you'd beg, plead, needing him deeper. His stomach and chest press against your back, pushing you deeper into the soft mattress, the weight settling a bit of the ache in you. He presses a hand against your neck, fingers wrapping around the curve of it with something akin to possession. “Such a pretty thing, you are…” His fingers dug into the flesh of your neck as he pressed his length in deeper, the tip bullying your insides open. His free hand traveled down from your sternum to your hip, pressing you further into the satin as he slowly presses further and further until his hips meet yours, buried as deep as your bodies allowed. You swear you feel him in your actual intestines.

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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

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BJs

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AGAIN !!! :3 I'm obsessed, unfortunately. LOVE HIM !!! Should write a fic on Crowley and beard burn at some point...

CROWLEY MACLEOD x MALE READER - Hi,,,,, another smutfic :3 because I'm incredibly in love with Crowley

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI | MINORS DNI

cw male genetalia, reader kinda cockdrunk um..., blowjob (title) sub!reader x dom!crowley

Your knees were cushioned on a velvet cushion, the silk cover reflecting off your skin. Crowley's fingers carded through your hair, well groomed nails gently running across your scalp as he applied gentle pressure. He pushed your head lower, his girth filling your throat just right, leaving your mind blissfully empty as you drooled around his cock, suckling mindlessly. Your jaw was slack, tongue pressing onto the underside of his length as more slipped deeper into your throat. You were breathing through your nose, lashes damp and clumping together as you inhaled his scent, his musk, nose buried in his trimmed pubic hair.

His voice was washing over you as if through a muffled filter, affection pouring out of his mouth as you swallowed him down. Once you had taken as much as you could fit, the pressure on the back of your head lessened, Crowley's hand moving to your cheek.

Time passed like that, a warm fuzziness filling your limbs leaving you numb and limp, held up by his cock in your mouth and his thighs beside your head. You'd even fallen asleep at some point, mind foggy with his smell.

When he eventually pulled you off him, you couldn't help but protest, yet you were unable to say anything, only able to let out an indignant noise as he stroked himself, his cum splattering across your face. He let out a coo, the words unintelligible as he smeared his release across your cheek down to your lips, pushing the sticky fluid into your mouth and onto your tongue, pacifying you as you began to suckle on that, instead. He simply chuckled above you.

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Pillow Prince

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:3 Im just a wittle guy,,, Sorry it took me a bit longer to post, I got busy >< Now im thinking abt smth to do with Crowley and scotch... 👀

edit: okay renaming this since it's not rlly beard burn,... I'll do another one !!!

CROWLEY MACLEOD x MALE READER - I do nothing but write smut of him.... (AND I LOVE IT!!)

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI | MINORS DNI

cw reader has male genetalia, Crowley giving reader hickeys, oral sex (reader recieving, crowley giving)

Crowley had your legs hitched over his shoulders as he buried his face between your legs, his beard rubbing against your inner thighs as he laps at your slit, thumb circling your tip as his tongue licks up your shaft. You shuddered as the wet muscle pressed flat against your glans, unable to help the high-pitched whine that escaped you nor how your thighs tightened around his head.

He presses a kiss to your tip, suckling on the underside of your cock before moving up your body, his beard rubbing against your skin as he peppered kisses over every bit of skin he could reach. Your pelvis, your stomach, up your sternum, over your chest, sucking hickeys every few kisses. He lowers once again, licking up your chest to your neck, peppering more marks over the expanse of your neck. And you let him, more than willing as he covers you in bruises that blatantly mark you as his.

You’re sure you'd be covered in small rashes from his beard come morning, but as his lips meet yours, the familiar taste of Crowley's favourite scotch mixed with the taste of your own sweat and skin, you decide it’s worth it.

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Not quite petit Hughie <3

thinking of Hughie dick... mpfh...

Male reader but it's mostly focused on hughies uh.. endowed length...

and sucking him dry but 🤤

He's LONG... like 7 inches.. mphf...

Thing is you didn't even know until you walked in on him in the shower. hoo boy.... took you all your willpower to not just suck his balls dry.

It took a while but you convinced him to let you just kneel in between his legs as he works from home. Ougooohoho.... Just gazing up at him as he taps the tip against your lips. A whole seven inches just for you <33

He taps your lips with his cockhead a bit more before slowly feeding it through your parted lips. Holding back the need to moan and cum now that he's finally letting you wrap your lips around him. Stroking yourself as you slurp on the tip. It's all he's fed you, after all. He didn't say you could take in more.

The mindless moan that leaves your lips as he lets you swallow more and more til his pubes tickle your nose and his balls are pressed against your chin. Head buried deep between his legs, uncaring if you're gagging just too busy swallowing and gulping down his cock. Didn't even wanna bob your head cause you didn't want any of his cock to slip out your mouth. How had you gone so long without his cock imprinting in your throat.

Hughie's moans were honestly just icing on top of the cake. God his moans. If the taste and feel and smell of his cock wasn't enough to keep you in between his legs then those sounds- GOD. So sweet so nice so pretty just letting you milk him. He wasn't even paying attention to his work anymore. How could he when his beloved boyfie was sucking his cock dry like a hoover.

Annyways,, you leave a stomach full of his cum and he leaves balls he hasn't felt so empty since High School.

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MINORS DNI

Really short lime ahead | Crowley Macleod x reader | use of "cock" to describe genetalia | 2nd POV

Crowley wasn't exactly built to be on his knees. Not in his stature, his posture, his presence, nor his personality. Everything about him screamed dominant. You suppose he still is as he holds your hips still, mouthing at the underside of your cock leaving you unable to chase his warm mouth. A whine escapes you, one you're unsure you've ever heart before as Crowley chuckled deeply against your groin. “Easy, now, Honeybee. We’re just getting started.”