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h8aaz · 4 months ago

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HIIII i was wondering if you could do a Crowley x Winchester!reader where reader lays on her bed, touching herself, imagining its Crowley (she’s using a toy / her hand, idm) and then, she hears the familiar voice. Things go from one to the other and boom.

HIIII SWEET ANGEL!! omg i would LOVE TO!!!! bc mark a. sheppard is actually so fine and he doesn't get enough credit/recognition for literally anything smh. but i hope this is good for you anon!! and any other crowley lovers :3 🩷

❝ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 .ᐟ ❞

summary .ᐟ — you pleasure yourself to the thought of crowley, even going so far that you imagine it's him— until that becomes a reality.

warnings .ᐟ — winchester!reader . fem masturbation + oral receiving . fingering . piv protected (yippee!!) . slight mention of marking . crowley calls reader 'darling' as a permanent nickname . he also puts his deal to use bc duh . dean, sam, + cas mentioned.

wordcount .ᐟ — 1.4k words.

gabs yaps .ᐟ — omg i actually love crowley so much + IM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS RUSHED + LITERAL EONS LATE ANON PLS FORGIVE ME ILYSM <3333 likes, comments, + reblogs are very appreciated!!

a sweet, sultry moan broke through your plush lips as your fingers pumped in and out of your core at a slow rhythm, the vibrator in your other hand working overtime on your clit. “god, crowley, right there," you whined. you threw your head back in pleasure, moaning out soft profanities with the demon's name slipping in-between.

your hips bucked against the vibrator, a broken cry slipping from your mouth. your bedroom was filled with the echoes of your noises, both the ones spewing from your mouth and the wet slick that coated your fingers—allowing them to slide in and out of your cunt easily.

your nipples were hardened into peaks, your bare skin covered in goosebumps from the cold. the sheets of your bed were rumpled up under and around your body, while your hair sat unruly against the pillow under your head.

the bunker was empty. your older brothers were out on a hunt with a familiar angel. the lack of annoying debates on random lore allowed you to let yourself be as loud as you wanted.

your movements became more frantic as the knot in your stomach slowly got tighter, signaling that your orgasm was near. “fuck! oh, fuck, crowley. yes, yes- please!” you screamed, your thighs shaking and your eyes squeezing shut.

you were so close, you were right there. until a voice—an accent—you recognized all too well broke through the heated atmosphere. “go ahead, darling. cum for me.”

your movements stilled as if the world froze completely, eyes shooting wide open as your head jerked up, meeting the gaze of him. crowley.

“what the fuck, crowley?!” you panicked. you pulled your fingers out quickly, shutting off your vibrator and scrambling to cover yourself with a blanket.

“oh, please, don't stop on my account.” he grinned. “plus,” he pointed at you, “you were just moaning and screaming my name.” he eyed your blanket-covered form as you huffed in frustration. “you provide quite the view, winchester.”

“oh shut up!” you shouted, tits heaving with frustration under the blanket you held tight to your body. "we've been over this, you can't just fucking pop into my room whenever you like! privacy is a thing, y'know?!" you yelled at him, all while his stupid smile grew.

he tilted his head, "feisty as ever." he said, making you roll your eyes. "what good is your privacy if it prohibits me from seeing and hearing you like this?" he snapped his fingers, your blanket completely disappearing.

"hey!" you gasped, covering yourself with your hands.

"especially," crowley shrugged off his blazer, settling it on the back of the chair by your desk. "if it's all for me?" he whispered, making his way over to you on the bed. you whimpered. you fucking whimpered. and the noise went straight to his hardening cock.

your hands slowly fell from their covering positions, the arm across your breasts making them jiggle slightly at the removal. crowley growled at the sight, now hovering over you.

his gaze shifted to meet your eyes. you nodded at the silent ask of permission, moaning at the feel of his lips on yours. your hands flew to hold his face while one of his roamed your body and the other held your hair.

this felt like a dream. you couldn't believe he was actually kissing you, feeling you. and willingly after catching you in the act? you were about to pull away to make sure the moment was real but you refrained as a loud moan escaped you, his fingers having found place on your swollen clit.

your back arched, whines spewing freely as his hand that was previously in your hair moved to grope your breast. "so responsive, huh, darling?" he cooed before shoving two fingers into your slick hole, easily being sucked in.

"oh, fuck!" you melted into his touch so quickly. your walls wrapped around his pumping fingers like they were meant to be there—like they had always been there.

the view of you being so broken for him turned him on. and he just had to taste you.

he moved down to flick his tongue against your clit, gaining more noises from you. he added a third finger as he began to devour you, eyes up at your face to catch your reactions.

his name flew from your mouth nearly like a mantra, like it was the only word you knew how to form. your hands gripped at his hair. tugging. pulling. yanking. all as you grinded against his working mouth. his scruff rubbed on your inner thighs and folds, fueling your high.

before you knew it, you were cumming. and you were cumming hard. your vision clouded in white, your body shaking and heated, you'd never orgasmed like this before—not even when you'd touch yourself.

your breathing was ragged and shaky, your chest rising in heavy pants. you looked down at him right as he began to move back up. his face was covered in your arousal. his lips glistened with your cum, colliding with yours so you could taste yourself.

your hands shot down to his belt, fiddling with it, trying to get it unbuckled as fast as you could.

"eager, are we?" crowley teased before assisting you on your mission. you pushed his pants down with your hands at first, then switching to your feet. "please," you begged. "please fuck me, crowley." his name coming out as a whine.

the demon swiftly pulled the rest of his pants and boxers down. he snapped his fingers, a condom appearing in one hand and the rest of his clothing gone. you rolled your eyes at his stupid magic trick, watching him roll the rubber on before sinking his throbbing cock into you, stretching you as he bottomed out.

"oh- god, yes!" you screamed, silently thanking his past self for making that deal.

"wrong guy, darling." he smirked before painfully pounding into you. his head dipped into the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking hickeys into the soft and pure flesh.

your insides clamped around him, slick gushing from the rough manner of which his hips slammed against yours. sweat coated skin, sweet moans, and his dick drilling into you—this was definitely real.

your neck, collarbones, and chest were covered in marks, which will be a pain to try and explain to your brothers as you were sure you'd never be able to cover them. what lie would you make up? crowley would surely out you any chance he got, and he most definitely won't be subtle about it.

but that was a problem for future you. as for now, all you could think about was how good he was fucking you.

your eyes continuously rolled to the back of your head as your back arched into him. he was swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples, giving you more pleasure. his hands gripped the flesh of your hips, fingers digging into the soft, squishy skin.

your mouths became connected once more, muffling and swallowing every noise you made for each other. pulling away only when the two of you came at the same time, your nails raking down his back with red streaks in their wake. the sensation made him growl while your tongues tangled through the dual orgasms.

"we should do this more often, yeah?" crowley panted while you whined a small "please."

you heard the loud and echoed bang of the bunker's front door being closed, signaling that your brothers and castiel were home.

"shit!" you gasped as the demon pulled out and got off of you. "well, this was nice, winchester. but i'm afraid i don't want to be brutally tortured and screeched at so this is where i, unfortunately, depart. till next time, darling." he said breathlessly before smashing his lips against yours in a bruising yet tender kiss then disappearing as if he wasn't even there to begin with.

"hey!" dean called your name, "we brought dinner! get out here!" he then banged his fist against your, thankfully, locked door.

"dean, stop. stop! go...help cas or something." sam shooed the oldest away before gently knocking on your door, "we got dinner, your favorite too. you coming?" he questioned your name.

"uh, y-yeah! m'coming!" you replied as normal as you could, calming down when you heard him give an 'okay' followed by his booming footsteps walking away.

you pushed yourself up and went to get off your bed, your legs wobbling and shaking until they fully gave out, leaving you on the floor. "god fucking dammit, crowley." you cursed quietly.

tags: @sunsbaby @ultravi0lence14 @starzify @soldiersgirl @bejeweledinterludes @littlesoulshine @j2archives @legalmente-loca @deansbeer @titsout4jackles @daylighted

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