Artist sign ups for the 2022 Crowley Big Bang ARE OPEN! Join us in celebrating the one true King of Hell. This year, we are hosting one regular bang in which a fanfiction author and fanart artist team up to create a collaborative fanwork featuring Crowley.
Artist sign ups are open from May 29th to June 11th.
We will be posting promo summaries of the submitted fics soon!
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Crowley didn’t know why they were lying there, legs entangled and breathing steady. Neither of them needed to sleep, afterall.
But Jackie, or maybe that one was Jacey, had long since passed out, spread across them both. If he turned to face Dean, he’d get a mouth full of bottled strawberry blonde hair. Which was why Crowley didn’t make eye contact, or so he told himself.
The last month had been a whirlwind, the activities of which Crowley hadn’t allowed himself to partake in in decades. He wasn’t a young demon, but he wasn’t elderly by any stretch of the imagination. But Dean— Dean was a fledgling with an enthusiasm that was intoxicating.
It was also dangerous.
Which only made Crowley crave the former hunter’s company more.
Crowley didn’t know why they were lying there, legs entangled and breathing steady. Neither of them needed to sleep, afterall.
But Jackie, or maybe that one was Jacey, had long since passed out, spread across them both. If he turned to face Dean, he’d get a mouth full of bottled strawberry blonde hair. Which was why Crowley didn’t make eye contact, or so he told himself.
The last month had been a whirlwind, the activities of which Crowley hadn’t allowed himself to partake in in decades. He wasn’t a young demon, but he wasn’t elderly by any stretch of the imagination. But Dean— Dean was a fledgling with an enthusiasm that was intoxicating.
It was also dangerous.
Which only made Crowley crave the former hunter’s company more.
Crowley didn’t flinch when the knuckles brushed against his jaw, petting the stubble in a soothing, though mindless rhythm. Nor did he protest as the other calloused hand slipped over his hip and began teasing his heavy cock. The movement was fumbling, encumbered by the weight of the sleeping girl, and yet right and rough in all the ways that mattered.
Then Dean sank lower and cupped his balls, holding his entire package tight. He tugged until the woman above them groaned, flipping her hair onto Dean’s face.
Crowley exhaled and then Dean’s hand was gone, leaving him both hot and bothered. Crowley turned to nuzzle the hand that had been caressing his face moments before, slowly beginning to tongue the fat pad of Dean’s thumb. Until Dean made him nearly swallow it.
Two can play at that game, Crowley thought, as he caught Dean’s darkening glare through the woman’s tresses. Crowley tugged Dean’s thigh up, balancing his nearest leg over Crowley’s own, angling him just so.
Thumb still firmly in his mouth, Crowley inched his hand around the back of Dean’s leg, tickling the curve between ass and thigh. All the while nudging the girl’s leg this way and that with the motion of his elbow. Good thing they had already worn her out.
Dean gasped when the cold lube was magicked against his tight hole. Crowley smirked around his thumb and began to spread him open. As Crowley made Dean squirm, Dean’s grip on Crowley’s face shifted from an anchored caress to a deathgrip hold on his jaw. Dean dragged his spit covered thumb from Crowley’s smart mouth.
“Do it,” Dean hissed, challenging Crowley to take him. And just as the King of Hell’s third finger entered Dean’s tight heat, Josey turned her head and puked on the far edge of Crowley’s pillow and down the side of the bed.
There was nothing left to do but groan and they all did it for entirely different reasons.
Crowley righted things quickly, but the moment had passed, both he and Dean knew it. Dean avoided meeting his knowing glare and Crowley hid his uncertainty behind his arrogance as always.
ive decided that when dean tells crowley im not your friggin bestie its ghostfacers effect he actually said im not your fucking boyfriend because he knew that’s what would hurt the worst
