A/N: This was written for @one-shots-supernatural‘s10k Follower celebration Challenge with the prompt, marriage. This was also written for @d-s-winchester’s Blog Anniversary Song Challenge with the song, Sleep Without You. This was also written for @mrs-squirrel-chester‘s album Fanfic Writing Challenge. I picked the album Ash &Ice by the Kills and the song, Hum For Your Buzz, which is the 7th song on the album, inspired this fic. This is from Crowley’s perspective. Erotica is referenced vaguely. A giant pile of Crowley fluff. :)
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I had never wanted a Queen or anyone by my side. I figured I didn’t need it. Human emotions are a messy thing that I would rather avoid. But that was before I met Y/N. She was a ray of sunshine in my dark world. I had never imagined she would date me much less marry me. I was overjoyed that she agreed to be my Queen.
Oh babe
Never thought I would be like this
Wide awake waitin’ on a goodnight kiss
Sippin’ ninety proof
Talkin’ to the moon
To my followers and the world, I had to appear like the cruel uncaring demon I was before her. But truthfully she changed me little by little from the second we started dating. We’ve been married for years now and every time I see her I feel something– love. I want to protect her every second. She brings out all the sweetness I didn’t know I possessed. With her, I want to do better, be a better man. Y/N understands that I have to wear a mask when talking to my demons. She doesn’t try to change me; she takes me as I am.
Y/N is an amazing human who knows that I’m the King of hell and doesn’t care. I told her after a month of dating. Her response was, “You don’t choose who you, love; love chooses for you.” Every time she enters a room my heart beats faster and my eyes shine with such love and devotion. I would do anything she asks. I run to her no matter what is happening in hell, if I even have an inkling she may be sad or in trouble. She is the love of my life. I’m a believer, love is real, I deserve it and I have it.
Sex with Y/N is very fast and hurried. Every single time is like magic. Her body writhing under mine, egging me on as I grab her hair and tell her all the filthy things I’ll do and how she makes me feel. How I want to fuck her every second of the day. She always wears my favorite black lace panties. I love them on her. She body conforms to the lace and makes her breasts look so delicious and perky. She’s just the right kind of kinky and doesn’t shy away from being my good little sub and trusting her master to give her the kind of pleasure she could only dream of. When she says my name, it’s like a prayer.
On the rare occasion we don’t include any kink and instead, we just make love. I hold her and shower her with kisses all over her body. I whisper qualities and things I love about her. The thrusts are slower and I focus more on her facial features. I hang on every moan she makes. I never feel more connected with Y/N than in these moments.
I close my eyes slowly controlling my breaths as I white-knuckle my throne. I can hear her giggles and kisses as she goes lower, lower. And yep I’m tenting in front of my court with a demon babbling in front of me. I shift awkwardly in my chair rushing too fast to my phone when it vibrates. My thoughts are always on her no matter what I’m doing. Usually, though I have a bit more control.
[Text]: I’ll be out late again. Sorry, baby. Out with the girls. Gabby came and we haven’t seen each other in such a long time…. Wait for me and we can snuggle? I can’t wait to feel your arms around me.
I can’t hide the smile at her words. I always smile from every text message I get from her. A part of me thinks it’s pathetic that I only feel truly alive when Y/N sends me a text. Thankfully it’s only a small part of me. A part I will never listen to because with her I’m not a cruel demon, I’m her soul mate. I smirk at the phone as I think up a response.
Coutin’ down the hours till its two AM
Never thought I would be like this
But as long as the night ends with you in a yellow cab shootin’ me a text sayin’
Comin’ home soon
I notice eyes on me. My demons are observing me carefully. I have to be careful here and not let slip that I have feelings. I text back hurriedly put on an air of boredom and frustration at being so rudely interrupted.
[Text]: Have fun with the girls, love. I can’t wait to feel your body in my strong arms. Xoxo Your King and master.”
The demon in front of me unceremoniously clears his throat. I suppress a growl at him from taking my attention and thoughts away from Y/N. I sit straighter on my throne and my eyes bore down on my subjects.
I spend the rest of the time trying to listen to their concerns. Thoughts of Y/N keep flittering back to me. I replay conversations we’ve had in the last week. I see her smile back at me.
I sigh heavily counting the minutes until she’s home. I go through the rest of my day like a zombie until I’m off the clock so to speak. I type in the code and take the elevator up from hell to the penthouse apartment I share with my Queen. I lie down on the bed and lazily turn on the TV. Of course, nothing intriguing is on. I decide to watch some of Y/N’s favorite shows wanting to feel close to her. I twirl my wedding ring around my ring finger thinking of her. As it gets later and later I start to worry until I feel a vibration. Looking down at the bed I see a text from you.
[Text]: Hey baby, so sorry. I know it’s 2 am. Sorry to worry you. I’m on my way home now.
As long as I can bet on ya crawlin’ into bed after slippin’ out ya high heel shoes
I ain’t lyin’ sayin’ havin’ a good time
Out with your girls
Girl do what you do
No matter how late
Baby I’ll be stayin’ up
I can’t sleep without you
I’d be tossin’ and turnin’ all night babe
From the smell of your hair on the pillow case
Even if I tried without you by my side I’d be dreamin with my eyes open
I’d be tossin’ and turnin’ all night babe
But as long as the night ends with you in a yellow cab shootin’ me a text sayin’
Comin’ home soon
I instantly calm down. Y/N will be home soon. I find myself getting excited and pouf in food thinking she’ll be hungry. Then I figure she might like a massage and something for the inevitable hang-on she’ll have in the morning. As her master and her husband, I have to make sure she is well taken care of.
The second Y/N walks in I beam at her and make the whole rest of the night about her. Whatever she wants, she gets. We forget any dominance games, the night is hers and I’m here to serve her. I slowly take off her clothes and tell her to use me any way she wants. She jumps on top of my cock and doesn’t waste any time spiraling towards her orgasm. I bite my lip wanting to come but I want her to take as many orgasms as she wants from me. She settles on four, my greedy little minx. I couldn’t be more proud. I beg her to come. She loves hearing me beg. A demon, the King of Hell begging his human to let him come. What girl wouldn’t like that, right? When she finally allows me to come, I growl so loud her eye widen. I laugh and flip her over kissing her neck. I hold her in my arms and she falls asleep almost immediately.
As long as I can bet on ya crawlin’ into bed after slippin’ out ya high heel shoes
I ain’t lyin sayin havin a good time
Out with your girls, girl do what you do
No matter how late
Baby I’ll be stayin’ up
I can’t sleep without you, no
I can’t sleep without you, no, no
I bet that DJ’S playin’ your song
And your carryin’ on
Baby I love the thought of that long as I know I’m the one you’re comin home to
But as long as the night ends with you in a yellow cab shootin’ me a text sayin’
Comin’ home soon
I feel so lucky that this is what happens every day. I get to wake up to her forever. I have this extraordinary woman as my wife. I get to shower her with love and make love to her every night. I didn’t know I needed this. I didn’t know this was what love meant before I met her. But I now know I can’t get enough of her love.
I get an urgent text from a demon and I have to leave. I hate leaving. It takes everything I have to leave her and this cocoon of love into a world where I have to be cruel. I’m happy she doesn’t see me in hell, doesn’t live there. This vision of me is better than the one my demons see. I kiss her on her forehead and leave. Y/N was asleep when I left but ten minutes later I get a text from her.
[Text]: Baby? Where are you?”
[Text]: I’m so sorry, poppet. A demon made a mess I had to clean up.”
[Text]: Is it done, baby, because I can’t sleep without you. I tried. I know you have to work and I don’t want to be the wife that demands that her husband be with her all the time but I need you.
[Text]: Never apologize for your love, poppet.
[Text]: I’ve been tossing and turning and…
I appear before her and she stops texting and holds out her hands to me. I smile at her and grab her close turning her to her side. I moan when she rubs her ass against my already hard cock. My cock is always hard the second I see her or think of her. Really it’s pretty much always hard because she’s always on my mind.
“Sleep, little one, and when you wake up….”
Crowley grinds his cock against her ass.
“This is all yours.”
I felt her quiet down and slowly fall asleep again in my arms. I sighed and fell asleep as well, hoping I’d dream of her.
As long as I can bet on ya crawlin’ into bed after slippin’ out ya high heel shoes
I ain’t lyin sayin havin a good time
Out with your girls, girl do what you do
No matter how late
Baby I’ll be stayin’ up
I can’t sleep without you
Ya no matter how late I’ll be stayin up I can’t sleep without you no
Prompts: I wrote this for @curliesallovertheplace Curlies Celebration challenge What if Demon Dean is the worst at buying gifts? I also wrote this for @tiny-sam-is-my-jam Sky’s SPN Christmas Challenge with the prompt, gift. This was also written for @averymerryspnxmas December 24: Christmas Eve. Humorous, really bad gifts, jealousy, and presents. No real warning here. The presents are a bit on the sexual side. Enjoy. :) Also on A03
Picking a present for a human? He, a Knight of Hell in Walmart? How embarrassing really. He had no bloody clue what to get you. If he were a human maybe he’d have more of a clue but as a demon, nothing came to mind. Present giving is so difficult. And the irony was that he had known you for years but didn’t really know you. He knew you hate getting clothes as gifts. But sometimes men bought women perfume. Did you wear perfume? What kinds of books did you read? Years working beside you on the hunts and he knew nothing.
Dean perused the shelves, glaring at the patrons who blocked the small aisles with stupid carts. Everything he picked up he second-guessed himself on. He left angry and frustrated. He didn’t have to give you a gift but he really liked you and if he was being honest desperately wanted you. He had ever since you started hunting with them. He thought you could do better and you never made a move so neither did he. He didn’t want to ruin the friendship and remained a gentleman.
Looking back on it now he sees that he was a coward plain and simple. Now that he’s a demon, he has no qualms about making it known that he wants you. It probably wouldn’t make any difference. He missed his chance with you. He could clearly see your love and devotion to Crowley in every glance and Crowley felt the same way. It made him sick to his stomach that you would choose Crowley. Dean could stand in a room naked and your eyes would only be on Crowley. It was like he didn’t exist at all.
He wanted you badly, yes, but there was also pain there. It hurt to be ignored and it made him angry and so he drank and had one-night stands to take the edge off at least. Otherwise, he would approach you too strong and that wouldn’t end well for either of you.
He couldn’t just fob off this gift. He sucked at giving gifts in general but this had to say something, had to carry the right message. He had to let you know at least that you had another option. If you liked evil demons with big cocks, here he was. He could do things to you that Crowley would be too hesitant to do. He could make you scream. After striking out in several stores, he just broke down and bought the presents on the internet. He snapped his fingers and appeared on Christmas Eve before a heavily decorated Christmas tree. He glanced at the pile of presents Crowley gave you grumbling that he only got you three and Crowley got you so many more. He thought he was as quiet as a mouse but he felt Crowley’s presence behind him. Smiling he turned sharply looking the King of Hell up and down lazily, the presents still in his hands.
“What are you doing here?”
Dean shrugged nonchalantly, “Trying to put my presents under the Christmas tree, obviously.”
“Presents? For whom?”
“Our girl.”
Crowley was on him in a second. Dean snapped his fingers and the present went under the tree seconds before Crowley hand his hands around Dean’s neck slamming him into the wall.
“She’s mine. Not yours. Not ours. Mine. Did the transition from human to demon make you stupid?”
“She might be mine after she opens the presents.”
“Not likely.”
“You wanna make a bet?”
“I don’t need to make a bet you MORON – I have her HEART!”
Crowley’s hands tightened around Dean’s neck. Dean just kept smiling at Crowley. Crowley growled loudly shaking the ornaments off the tree with the vibrations from his growl. Dean looked at Crowley bored. Crowley stepped back before pushing Dean back. Dean smirked at the King of Hell. He slowly stepped forward and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Well, look at what we have here. You worried? Clearly, you’re jealous. I have a lot of practice with women. I can make her –.”
“You stupid idiot. I’m trying to dissuade you from an all-out war which you can’t possibly win.”
“I can be quite persuasive. Several of your demons love me.”
Crowley growled and threw a snow globe at Dean who snapped himself out of the room.
“What are their names?” He asks through gritted teeth but Dean had already left.
You woke up with all the shouting and padded down the stairs in very risqué pajama set desperately wiping sleep from your eyes.
“What happened, Crowley?”
“Demon Dean stopped by with presents.”
You were so surprised you nearly tripped down the last three steps. Crowley was there in an instant righting you.
“Go back to sleep, pet. I’ll throw them out and deal with him.”
Curiosity got the better of you as you shook your head and pushed him back walking down the rest of the stairs to the presents. You could tell which ones were his because he wrapped them in porn magazines covered in blood. No one could be tackier than that.
“Let’s see what he got me and then you can kick his ass. No sense in kicking his ass now if the presents aren’t that bad.”
Crowley looked rather incredulous. Even if the presents weren’t that bad, Dean dared to break in and leave presents. No one leaves presents for the Queen of Hell except the King. He was seething but kept his emotions in check for you. You shrugged back at him.
“I’d rather know now and then open the real presents from the love of my life on Christmas day.”
Crowley didn’t like the fact that you wanted to open the presents but the second you said, love of your life, he stood taller and beamed at you. He was a tiny bit curious to see what they were, too. He snapped his fingers to open the present since you didn’t particularly want to touch whoever’s blood that was.
You both weren’t prepared for what you found. In front of you were anti-nagging breath spray, an inflatable instant boob job and a box that read, clone-a-willy do it yourself milk chocolate editable dildo kit. And horrifyingly, there was a chocolate version of Dean’s cock there. Or what one might presume his cock looked like. A note by it said, “ To practice on, sweet checks, cause I have a lot more girth than Crowley.” How Dean knew that about Crowley, you really would rather not know. “Let’s see if you can fit all of me in there. Best part, I’m edible. Let me know if you ever want the real thing.”- Dean
Prompt: This was written for @jensen-jarpad’s Christmas Songs Challenge with the prompt, Let It Snow. Erotica referenced. A big pile of fluffiness. :) Also on AO3
Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
You woke up slowly. Your eyes still closed as you arched your back and stretched. A small high-pitched sound escaped from your lips. You wiped away the drowsiness from your eyes. Your nose was suddenly assaulted with the delicious smell of coffee. You smiled knowing Crowley was in the kitchen making you a cup. The second your naked body hit the cool air you shivered. Gripping your favorite black lace robe, you wound it around your frame. You stepped in front of the mirror and chuckled at the state of your hair. Your fingers grazed over the love marks Crowley gave you the night before. You loved seeing his marks on your body. You loved the visual reminder that you were his. You never covered up his marks, choosing to wear them as a badge of honor, a sign of devotion to the one who won your heart. You glanced in the mirror and saw Crowley admiring the same marks. His characteristic smirk ever present on his face, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.
You glided over to him, not bothering to fix your hair. You grabbed the cup of coffee, your fingers lingering on his. Crowley blew on the cup of coffee for you before you gulped down a delicious sip of your favorite dark black coffee. You closed your eyes and slowly felt the sleepiness wear off. The soreness was still there but you’d take soreness from a good fuck from Crowley any day.
It doesn’t show signs of stopping
And I’ve brought some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Still smiling at him, your feet padded over to the plush crimson red carpet by your bay window. You looked out the window at the snow. You always loved watching the snow fall. It made you calm watching the city become slowly blanketed with white. All the darkness, the evil, the cruelty of humanity was wiped out with the purity of the snow. Crowley crept up behind you and just watched it with you. To him, snow was just a cold inconvenience and an annoying substance that would inevitably ruin his precious suits. He didn’t understand the magical way you looked at it. In a second he snapped his fingers and you were both wearing layers of clothing. He didn’t need the jacket but he refused to get his suits dirty again if he could help it. You downed the rest of your coffee savoring the lingering taste on your tongue.
“Happy holidays, love. I will never understand your love for snow but I’m happy to be out with you. I do so love seeing you smile, pet.”
“Happy holidays my King.”
When we finally kiss goodnight
How I hate going out in the storm
But if you really hold me tight
All the way home I’ll be warm
The fire is slowly dying
And my dear we’re still goodbye-ing
As long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Oh, it doesn’t show signs of stopping
And I’ve brought some corn for popping
and the lights are turned way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
OH… let it snow
You held up your coffee cup and he snapped his fingers making more appear along with a table to put the coffee down for a moment. You stuck out your hands and twirled around in the snow, your coat billowing around you. You looked so carefree and happy at that moment. You reminded him of an angel in moments like this. You were usually a fearless badass hunter and a lot had happened to you, too much for his taste but he loved the fact that you still had that sweetness to you. The harshness of the world didn’t take that away from you.
You reminded him of Winona Rider in Edward Scissorhands. Not content with just twirling around endlessly, you actually started to dance and hum to the song, Let it Snow.” Your boots crunched the snow under you. You giggled as the snow fell into your face. You made an adorable but futile attempt to scrunch up your face and prevent any more snow from falling on it. Giving up, you stuck out your tongue, eyes to the falling snow as you tried to get a few snowflakes on your tongue. You managed to get one so proud of yourself but didn’t taste a thing. How disappointing. Although it was cool that you even caught a snowflake on your tongue.
“Quite right, pet. Snow doesn’t really taste like much but you were quite adorable just now.”
“Was I?”
“You were. I love seeing this side of you.”
“You’re the only one who sees this. I’ve got a badass rep as a hunter. I can’t let the boys down now.”
“Of course, “ Crowley responded with a smirk on his face.
All the way home I’ll be warm
All the way home I’ll be warm
The fire is slowly dying
And my dear I’m still goodbye-ing
As long you love me so
Crowley was so distracted he didn’t see until it was too late that you had stopped dancing. His face was suddenly met with a hard throw of something cold, a snowball. You actually hit him in the face with a snowball. He growled at you and you looked sheepishly back at him shrugging.
“Really, love?”
His eyes turned red and you dove suddenly as he threw a snowball at you. He narrowly missed. You giggled as you made another snowball, holding it at the ready. You suddenly jumped up throwing two at him in rapid succession. He snapped his fingers and grabbed you from behind. You yelped at first, which turned into a giggle. The force of his hug made you fall backwards on top of him. You rolled over in the snow until you were on top. He groaned now his pants were definitely ruined.
You looked down at his pants. “So that’s why you have a demonic tailor on speed dial.”
You kissed him passionately forgetting the snow falling over the two of you. In this perfect moment, the only thing that mattered was his lips on yours. His hands dove into your hair as you deepened the kiss only to pull away moments later needing air.
You pushed yourself off him and made a snow angel. Usually, for the holidays you were on some hunting task with the Winchesters and it had been forever since you really got to spend time with Crowley just being crazy, young and in love. It felt incredible and you never wanted it to end. But sadly even with the warm coat, the coldness was seeping into your bones. It didn’t help that the snowball fight was held with no gloves on. Crowley saw you shake and instantly snapped his fingers bringing you back to the house naked again, warm coffee in hand. He always took care of you every second he was with you. He turned on the electric fireplace in your bedroom and the two of you sat on your plush rug not talking just holding each other and enjoying being together for the holidays.
A/N: This was written for @averymerryspnxmas December 14th Santa Claus. Fluff and suggestive but no erotica.
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You lay in bed under the covers entangled in your husband Crowley’s legs. Your hand was making random shapes on his exposed chest. You slowly looked up at him with love in your eyes. He made a low grumbling sound.
“Baby, come on. Do it for the kids.”
“If my demons had any clue what went on in this house–”
“That’s why the place is guarded, right?”
Crowley smirked and kissed your forehead.
“Come on, baby, think about the kids. They’ll be ecstatic.”
“When will they grow up and realize that Santa doesn’t exist?”
You scrunch up your face and pretend to think about the question
“Mmmm…I think you have a few more years.”
Reluctantly, you withdrew your arms from his body and took off the blanket. You immediately wanted to go back to the warmth of the bed, the cold air making goose bumps appear. You reached down in the closet and threw the Santa costume on the bed, smiling at Crowley.
Slowly but surely you crept around the dark house making sure to avoid the floorboards that you knew creaked. You went into your daughter and son’s room and found them both asleep. You poked your head in seeing Crowley snuggling with the suit. You tried not to laugh. You didn’t want to wake the kids so you snorted instead before running over to help Crowley into the suit. You bit your lip to stop more laughter from spilling out of you at Crowley in a Santa suit.
“I’m so happy you love your kids so much that you’d do this.”
“Anything for you and the kids.”
“Let’s make sure your employees don’t find out you’re such a softie.”
You grasped his hand and you both slowly made your way down the carpeted stairs to the living room. A fully visible Juliet was present next to the decorated tree. She had antlers on and a red nose like a clown. Glancing over at Crowley you could see the proud and happy smile he had when he reached down and pet the hound. Juliet reached out to lick your leg.
“I made her visible just for a bit.”
“And added antlers.”
“She’s Rudolph.”
Juliet whined at that.
“She’s not a fan but she knows better than to defy me. Let’s do this, shall we?”
You nodded and went into the kitchen to get some milk and cookies. He raised his eyebrows at you.
“It’s a tradition, isn’t it? You may not eat but Mrs. Claus loves cookie. “
Crowley smirked at you as you nibbled a bit of an oatmeal raisin before putting the cookies on the table. You rang the bell knowing the kids would run down. You had to stop them from running down the stairs or they’d see Santa was daddy.
“Don’t get any closer. You’ll scare him away.”
The kids look shocked and amazed that such a giant figure could be scared of them. Juliet looked over to them and they smiled at the red nose. Crowley took the presents out of the satchel putting them into piles by recipient. He was just as organized as you were. When he was finished he snapped his fingers and a bunch of hellhounds appeared on what looked like a chariot attached by Christmas lights.
You raised your eyebrows. Lifting his beard he whispered, “Got to sell it dear.” He cleared his throat and changed his voice to a deeper, hardier Santa voice.
“Ho, ho, ho! I hope you love the presents. You’re both such good kids. Be good to mommy and daddy now.
He waved and motioned for Juliet to join the other dogs. You stood back and opened the door for him. Crowley got into the chariot and the dogs drove him out the door and into the sky. The kids were beaming and couldn’t wait to open their presents. It took twenty minutes to calm them down but finally, they went to bed. When he was sure the kids were sleeping, Crowley snapped himself into your room completely naked except for the Santa hat. Juliet still had the red nose.
“What’s with the guard dog?”
“You’re the Queen of the Hell. There’s always a guard dog. You just can’t see her.”
“And the costume?”
“Santa loved seeing the smiles on their face but he wants to make Mrs. Claus smile.”
“And how would you do that?”
Crowley gripped your hips and ground his cock against your thighs. You gasped.
“Yep. Can you feel how hard I am for you? On the bed or over the desk?”
“Over the desk. I think I’ve made your naughty list.”
“You sure?”
You nodded back at him.
“So you want that kind of Santa.”
Crowley pushed you to the desk in front of you. You grabbed onto the edges of the desk as his figure engulfs yours. You get wet just thinking about the kind of night you’re going to have.
Pairing: Crowley x Reader, Dean x bestfriend!reader
Word Count: 2,990
A/N: Fluff and light Crowley erotica ahead. This is VERY AU. I wrote this fic for several challenges. Enjoy. :)
@supernaturalpromptchallenge with the prompt, Jewelry store AU and “You walk in and ask for the most expensive piece are you loaded to the gills? What the fuck man.”
@sdavid09 Tale Teller’s Winter Writing Days with the prompts, Dark Side by Kelly Clarkson and Professor AU with Crowley
@whispersandwhiskerburn with the prompt “I hate psychology. It’s a soft science.”
Slight Harry Potter Au but I did my own thing with it.
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At an ungodly hour an owl came screeching into your apartment letting you know that you’d been accepted to the prestigious Elmore University, a top-tier university that only the best students from Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are invited to go to. And here I thought I was a no-good troublemaker? At least that’s what Snape always called me. You knew you probably be accepted since your parents were one of the oldest families with all the money to prove it.
Your parents never knew about your side job. They would never approve of you befriending a common half-blood, Dean, much less joining him on bounty hunter runs. Almost every night you would scour the town looking for evil wizards and creatures and taking care of them with Dean by your side.
Dean did it for the extra cash, while you like the idea of helping people. You were always drawn to the darker path. The sorting hat agreed but with Dean and the bounty hunter job, you had two very strong reasons to remain good.
Dean was your rock and your oldest friend. He would always cover for you with Dumbledore, taking all of the blame for the many tricks you’d pull.
So naturally, he was the first person you messaged when you got in and thankfully he got in, too. You were going to university with your best friend – what could be better? You tried to sleep after texting him, you really did, but you were way too excited. This university was the path to greatness. Everyone who left here went on to get amazing jobs. You were tossing and turning for most of the night and jumped out of the bed the second that the stores in Diagon Alley opened.
You walked into Dean’s family store, well the front of the store, a facade if you will, for the muggles. Their jewelry was the best in the muggle realm and the wizarding realm. Both their magical store and their jewelry store were quite expensive but you figured – why not treat yourself? Sort of a celebration for getting into Elmore. Dean was ecstatic to see you and ran over to hug you. His father, John, literally lifted you off your feet and twirled you. You smiled over at both of them making small talk with them as you perused the store before settling on 14k gold freshwater pearl earrings. Dean’s mouth hung open when his father rung them up.
“You walk in and ask for the most expensive piece. Are you loaded to the gills? What the fuck, man.”
You chuckled at his surprise. John tried to shush him. His son was always quite colorful. You smiled at Dean and gestured to the back of the store. He followed you like a lost puppy. Truthfully, he’d probably follow you happily to the ends of the earth. You enjoyed spending time with Dean. You always felt calm and happy in his presence and you’d have to be blind to not see how much he enjoyed being with you. Dean pressed back the false wall in the storage room. The only light was the flickering sconces on the wall. You both walked down the rather ominous dark brown brick steps to Diagon Alley. The second you reached the bottom, you just walked right through a cloudy white, gooey substance into the wizarding world.
“Seriously Y/N. How the hell–” Dean questioning whirling around.
“My family is well-off Dean. That’s why I always give you my share of our hunter gigs. And you should talk. Your father owns two stores. The jewelry store and Twilfitt and Tattings, a high-end clothing store for the magical community. You can’t tell me you’re not well-off.”
“We do okay. But those earring were–”
“How’s Sam doing?”
Dean noticed the change in subject but just went along with it. Your family’s wealth was always awkward for him. “He’s loving his job. He gets to defend witches against unfair magical policies.”
“Must make a lot of friends.”
Dean smirked back at me. He pulled out his acceptance paper desperately wanting to change the subject again. He was giddy that we wouldn’t be separated and he’d get to go to Elmore U in the States.
His hand slipped into yours and you didn’t even notice until he uncoupled to get into the last store. You liked holding his hand more than you thought you would. You had always thought of him as a friend, but that sensation, the warmth and that little spark you felt. Maybe it could be more? But you knew deep down it never could be.
There’s a place that I know
It’s not pretty there and few have ever gone
If I show it to you now
Will it make you run away
You never told him everything about yourself. You weren’t really sure how he’d take the information. Your father was a death-eater. You wanted no part of it but you came from that kind of darkness. As a child, you saw some of the things he did to people. The evil got into you early.
Or will you stay
Even if it hurts
Even if I try to push you out
Will you return?
And remind me who I really am
Please remind me who I really am
You were sorted into Slytherin in Hogwarts. You knew that was where you’d end up but it’s like putting an alcoholic in with people who drink all the time. The temptation to do evil was everywhere. It was currency in that house. Every second of every day you had to control your darker impulses, even if it made you a target for bullies. If you gave in and let’s be honest you did a few times, it was really hard to pull yourself back. Each time it got a little harder, until last time if Dean wasn’t there you’d be gone. Dean thought the kids put a spell on you. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him what was really going on. You knew he wouldn’t be able to accept you.
Everybody’s got a dark side
Do you love me?
Can you love mine?
Nobody’s a picture perfect
But we’re worth it
You know that we’re worth it
Will you love me?
Even with my dark side?
You honestly thought he deserved a bubbly do-gooder for a wife, not a damaged woman who is desperately trying to hold on. But you liked holding his hand. As if he could read your apprehension, and since you’ve been friends for a long time, maybe he could, he didn’t reach for your hand again. He just walked by your side back to the apartment, helping you carry all your new supplies. He lingered by the doorway smiling. You smile back but stay by the door and nod him off. You know what he’s asking but your mind is made up. No matter how good it would feel to give in to him, to be with him, you’re just too evil to damn him, too.
Like a diamond
From black dust
It’s hard to know
It can become
If you give up
So don’t give up on me
Please remind me who I really am
Your alarm didn’t go off. Now I know we’ve all told ourselves that. Hah! It didn’t go off. Yeah, but this isn’t a joke. You set the alarm clock and nothing. Why is that important? Because you were about to be late to your first class. You were so excited, you had been tossing and turning. What fun. You got to go to class late and exhausted – brilliant for a first day.
You ran to the giant building across the well-manicured lawns and the enormous campus. You almost broke the door down running past the wood-paneled walls to the classroom. Of course, the door was closed. You hated to be the center of attention but you needed to get into the classroom. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door lightly. Apparently too lightly because no one noticed except Dean who tried to motion to you to let yourself in. The professor looked at him and then at you frowning. His face got darker as it looked at you, his steps sure and confident as he opened the door wide.
“You must be Y/N the new girl. Late on your first day. I know the campus is big but do try to get a map next time.”
A few of your classmates sniggered. Ignoring the sarcastic insult, you went straight to fawning, You tried not to gasp at the sound of his voice. Gravelly and British, cockney accent. You were weak in the knees already. He was your teacher, not someone to be fantasizing about. He had scruff. An older man with scruff, yum. You looked down at the ground hoping he couldn’t see your blush.
You could imagine how his stubble would feel against your skin. Sort of like carpet burn, a pleasant rubbing against your soft skin that would cause a slight redness. You could imagine that scruff running up and down your thighs as his tongue-
“Not a great first impression.”
“Mmm hmmm.” You suddenly looked up breaking out of your rather lurid imagination.
You looked down at the floor suddenly embarrassed and quickly took a seat next to Dean. You put out your notebook and pencil trying to ignore everyone in this stupid classroom.
“I hate psychology. It’s a soft science.” You whisper to Dean.
“I know but it’ll be useful. We can use it when we hunt.”
I smirk at him. Everyone always thought he was a brute. Yes, he had a quick temper and acted impetuously at times but he was clever and caring and when he actually took a breath, he could analyze things with the best of them.
You dropped your pencil and when you picked it up you looked at his tailored shoes. Your eyes traveling slowly up to his tailored suit that fit him just right. That man must have an extraordinary tailor. Your eyes got lost in his gray paisley tie, trying to memorize those little interesting shapes. You knew you should be paying attention. This was a cross-species class meaning you’d learn psychology for muggle jobs and witch jobs. This was an important class but honestly, you couldn’t hear one word he was saying. Maybe you should switch teachers.
He walked confidently around the room like he owned it. You imagined yourself naked on the bed looking back at him moaning for him. He would take long confident strides over to you, smirking at you. He’d be the kind of guy that would make you tell him what you wanted, how his hands made you feel. You’d have to beg him to come, earn the right. You actually made a soft whimpering sound.
Crowley’s eyes were on you in a second. He smirked at you and held your gaze with an intensity that would have had anyone else hiding. But you just got wetter. His tongue dove out of his mouth as he licked his bottom lip.
“Aren’t you a naughty little pet. Lusting after your teacher? Such creative little ideas buzzing around in that noggin of yours. Let’s go after class and change your professor because we sure as shit are going out and I don’t want regulations getting in the way.”
You nodded. Unconsciously licking your lips. No one else noticed the exchange since he carried on with the lesson. Dean was totally engrossed in the lecture while you were squirming uncomfortably.
You imagined yourself naked tied to a bed with his hungry eyes boring into yours. His hand holding yours as he pistioned in and out of you with such force you struggled to breathe. Say my name. Tell everyone who’s fucking you. He spoke so suddenly you almost cried out.
“You sure you want me pet? I’m not just a novelty? I have done some…”
“So have I.”
“You?”
“My father is a death eater and I was in Slytherin.”
Everybody’s got a dark side
Do you love me?
Can you love mine?
Nobody’s a picture perfect
But we’re worth it
You know that we’re worth it
Will you love me?
Even with my dark side?
He stops the lecture altogether and just stares at you. Everyone then stares at you and you look around the room awkwardly. You shrink away from the intense gaze, this time unsure of his reaction. You said it because you wanted to show him that you had a dark side too but maybe you had gone too far?
Don’t run away
Don’t run away
Just tell me that you will stay
Promise me you will stay
Don’t run away
Don’t run away
Just promise me you will stay
Promise me you will stay
His eyes assess you roving up and down your figure. He slowly turns to Dean noticing Dean’s gaze. Crowley licks his lips and turns back to you. He continues on with his lesson after a moment moving around the room.
“I didn’t quite expect that.”
“What did you expect?”
“I expected trouble-maker not evil. Curious though. A small slip like you having a dark side? Now that’s intriguing.”
“I’m not a death-.”
“Never thought you were.”
“I’ve done things.”
“Hush, pet. I know what kinds of things Slytherins can do. I was one as well. I was a Dark Arts professor before I got this gig. You can call me Crowley by the way.”
“Do you usually talk to your students telepathically?”
“No one at this university or at Hogwarts save for the late Dumbledore knew about my ability. And I assure you I have never spoken to a student before now but you just had to have those delicious little ideas in your head.”
“I find it hard to believe that no one else thought of you in that way.”
“On occasion people have. But one, they don’t look like you, dear, and two, I don’t think they could have handled how dark I can get. How demanding, and intense I can be.”
You shivered and bit your lip to keep back a moan.
“That’s the exact approach I love. No need to be afraid. I’m sure you can take care of yourself and I like you far to much to harm you.”
Will you love me? Ohh
Everybody’s got a dark side
Do you love me?
Can you love mine?
Nobody’s a picture perfect
But we’re worth it
You know that we’re worth it
Will you love me?
Even with my dark side?
You have to learn how to assess the situations you find yourself in and the person in front of you. For this whole month, we will discuss strategies one can use. And we will analyze our neighbors and friends, track their routines, try to guess what happened the day before, etc. To get the ball rolling, let’s start by analyzing ourselves. Before you leave, please pick up a journal and write down thoughts about yourself. What you enjoy doing and why. What you’re eating and why. Who your friends and why so that by the end of the month you can profile yourselves as well.
“Look inside.”
Your heart is beating so fast you think it’ll jump out of your chest. You slowly put your notebook away not wanting to seem too anxious to leave but not wanting to be the last person out either. You walk up to the front of the room and instead of picking A notebook Crowley hands one to you, his hand touching yours, a sly smirk on his face that disappears immediately when the next student steps up. You walk out of the classroom turning your back to Dean when you see a note.
If you’re still interested here’s my number. I know a great place for dinner around here. 8 good? If it is, text me.
You can’t help but beam at the note. Dean looks over and you blush not knowing what to say, not even sure that this is a really good idea but as you always were a troublemaker.… Dean looks at you funny.
“You sure you’re OK? You completely spaced on me in class today. No notes, no whispers, no nothing.”
“Sorry…I was late because I got no sleep. Kind of in a fog.”
Dean knew you well enough to know you were lying but well enough to know not to push it. He hated when you threw up walls like this but he wasn’t your boyfriend so he didn’t have to know what was up. He just wished he did. He smoothed your hair down and kissed your forehead.
“Whatever it is. I hope you’re OK. Call me later?”
You could feel the tension in the air without having to look around.
You quickly nodded to Dean and waved him off. Turning to Crowley you spoke only when Dean was far enough away.
“He’s a friend – nothing more.”
“Does he know that?”
“It’s not a competition.”
He glared at you as you smiled at him making sure to sashay your hips in front of him as you nearly glided to the dean’s office.
“I am so sorry I came late to the class and I think-.”
“I can’t have students coming late to class.”
“It’s the first day. She got lost.”
“Apparently she was also daydreaming. Lack of sleep and late to my class? Do you want me to profile the poor young woman? I’d be happy-.”
“You came highly recommended and you are one of the best professors we have but you are so stubborn. I have no choice but to change Y/N so she won't be graded unfairly.”
You both glower at each other until you get out of the dean’s office.
“See you at eight. Nice performance. You could win an Emmy.”
“Not so bad yourself, kitten. See you soon.”
How funny life is. To think – if your alarm clock had actually been functional, you would have never had a chance with Crowley. Maybe you should oversleep more often.
Pairing: Crowley x Reader, Lucifer x Reader (Previously)
Word Count: 2,459
A/N: This was written for, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s SPN Movie Night Challenge with the prompt the Omen. This was also written for @loveitsallineed Karolina’s Playlist (1K Followers Celebration Challenge) with the prompt, “Whispers in the Dark” by Skillet. I never knew the band made love songs. Thank you for letting me change the prompt. Love ya girl. Giant hug. Mwah! Fluff ahead.
Summary: These are always so tricky since I don’t want to give anything away. Sometimes it’s best to face your fears with someone else, who can love and protect you.
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Lucifer was wandering around this small town enjoying the victory. More towns would fall.
Lucifer took the evening away from his fervent followers to walk around the wreckage. His feet took him two towns over to a curiously light bar aptly named Hell. How could he resist? He didn’t expect anything and certainly not that a human would catch his eye.
Nick, Lucifer’s vessel, had needs like any other human, which was downright annoying most of the time. Nick’s body was consumed with what Lucifer learned was lust. It was a rather strange emotion for him. As soon as he saw you, he gravitated towards you like a spider in a web. Lucifer touched your face with such gentleness. His eyes shone as if they were lit from within. There was such a magnetic power in those eyes as they looked curiously upon you.
“You are such an intriguing little thing. All these long years – nothing. And then you come along and I have a need for you.”
He stepped forward and took a deep breath against your neck, smelling your intoxicating perfume.
“I crave you,” he all but growled. His eyes changed from curiosity to hunger in seconds.
You thought you had lucked out. You were a hunter and so no stranger to intense one-night stands. Nevertheless, you were surprised when he actually called the next day. You’d had the most intense sex you’ve had in years and you were happy about this not being just a one-off. He texted you a lot, maybe too much, and then nothing. You figured it would end; things always did. That was the life of a hunter but not even a call or text. Wow! That was downright cold. And for someone who came on so strong, it seemed a bit odd, so you sent out feelers through the hunter grapevine that led you to the Winchesters, which in turn led you to two brothers fighting in a field. The second Sam saw you he smirked.
“Snake eyes.” You froze – goosebumps appearing all over your body. For some weird reason that’s what Nick called you, maybe due to your amazing poker skills.
“Nick?”
The badly beaten man looked confused growing as he turned your way.
“Actually it’s Lucifer. Whoops. Yeah…I guess I should have told you.”
“Pregnant with my child. This should be fun. Ohhh the things I’ll teach my boy. Be right with you, dear. I just need to kill Dean. Hold on.”
You were frozen to the spot. Not only did you just have a heated affair with the devil himself, which as a hunter is like the ultimate sin, but you were pregnant. Of course, Lucifer would know before you did. It had been three weeks since you saw him. Your legs gave out and you stumbled to the ground. Lucifer looked at you, amused. He thought it was adorable seeing you all broken like that. Humans were so fragile. He turned back to Dean with renewed interest when Dean grabbed a tin soldier. Lucifer practically groaned that this was his master plan but he could feel Sam’s love and emotions taking over. He was losing his grip on the meat suit. He screamed at Sam to shut up and fought tooth and nail to gain back control but he couldn’t and before he knew it, he was being thrown into the hole. His eyes wide, suddenly worried about you and what would happen to his child.
Despite the lies that you’re making
Your love is mine for the taking
My love is
Just waiting
To turn your tears to roses
It took you a long time to recover from that news. The Winchesters helped you, possibly from pity for a beginning hunter being fooled by the devil himself but pity was OK. You had a place to go and you didn’t want to be alone. You quickly fell into a groove with them but kept the secret about your pregnancy.
The second Crowley met you he was taken with you. There was a purity in you that he imagined attracted Lucifer as well and with someone who was a hunter, that’s quite rare. He thought of you often and hated how much Lucifer had hurt you. Crowley wanted to whisk you away and sweep you off your feet but he needed to give you more time. You were too raw and hurt. You had too much self-hatred about what happened, thinking you were a bad hunter or damaged. Crowley just thought you were too trusting – simple as that. And he wanted to prove to you that if you trusted the right person, the world could be a wonderful place. He had to come to you in the right way and make sure you’d say yes. He would keep you safe and raise your son.
I will be the one that’s gonna hold you
I will be the one that you run to
My love is
A burning, consuming fire
No
You’ll never be alone
When darkness comes I’ll light the night with stars
Hear my whispers in the dark
No
You’ll never be alone
When darkness comes you know I’m never far
Hear my whispers in the dark
Your rational mind told you it was ridiculous to be frightened. You were a big girl, a hunter. You had faced down the scariest of monsters and lived to tell the tale. But this was different. If the boys found out, you had no idea what you’d tell them. You couldn’t imagine the shame and anger on their faces. It would ruin you. So you lied and said the baby was from a guy you met on a hunt and you didn’t want to bring him in. It was too dangerous. Sadly the lies fell off your lips easily, too easily for your taste. Everyone believed you. I mean who wants to bring a civilian into this world. And accidents do happen; condoms aren’t 100 percent effective. You could get pregnant from a summer fling at a bar. You knew that when the baby was born, you would have to run, run away from the only family you’ve ever known because you wouldn’t be able to hide the truth.
With shaking fingers you turned on The Omen 2. It was time to face your fears. You’d been dreading this movie ever since you found out. With shaky hands, you pressed “play.” The boys were out on a hunt. You told them you weren’t feeling well, morning sickness or some BS. They believed you, of course, kissed you on your forehead and left the bunker. You snuggled under the blankets, coffee in hand as you started to watch the movie.
Truthfully you didn’t even know you were doing it. You just started crying. Thoughts of Lucifer on your mind and sadly not all the memories were bad. It would be easier if they were. He started off nice and gentle but then he became critical, cynical, curious to push your buttons and see what happened like you were a fly under a microscope. Your tryst was short-lived and to be honest, all the damn clues were right there. You felt like an idiot for not guessing something was up. Damn you and bad boys. And here you were alone, pregnant and fucking crying at The Omen 2. How pathetic was that?
You feel so lonely and ragged
You lay here broken and naked
My love is
Just waiting
To clothe you in crimson roses
I will be the one that’s gonna find you
I will be the one that’s gonna guide you
My love is
A burning, consuming fire
Crumpled up tissues were all over the floor, your face was flushed with obvious tear tracks. You looked down at your growing stomach when you noticed polished black shoes. Your eyes followed the form all the way up to his face. You quirked your eyebrow when you saw it was Crowley. Your hand inched towards the pillow with a demon knife under it. Crowley frowned and waved his hand making the knife clatter to the ground.
“Harming you in any way is never my intention, pet.”
Crowley stared at your face reading the worry and fear. He smiled warmly at you. He had waited for his chance to be with you. Ever since you showed up with the boys at his mansion to get the Colt, he had his sights set on you. But you were a hunter and his goal then was to become the King of Hell. He had quite a ways to go to get that position and declaring a human woman as his would have only gotten you both killed. But now he was the King and he could set his own rules. He could choose whomever he wanted as his Queen. And if his followers didn’t like it, he would kill the lot of them.
He made his movements slow, his hands raised to show you, prove to you that he meant no harm. You watched his movements carefully not fully buying the whole “I-came-here-to-be-your-friend” act. He sat on the edge of the bed. His hand lightly grabbed your ankle.
“Relax, poppet. I’m here to watch. What is this? The Omen?”
“Omen 2. I already watched The Omen.”
His head slowly moved back to yours looking again at the tear tracks and the tissues. He sighed and gave you a knowing smile. He slowly moved the blanket out of the way.
“Jesus, Crowley. You’re fucking Moriarty. How the hell did you–?”
He moved closer, his hand cupping your cheek.
“I didn’t get to be the King by being a moron, love. How far along are you?”
“Four months.”
“Hm… I take it Moose and Squirrel are in the dark about this.”
You nodded vigorously, tears threatening to fall. You hands bunched on the sheets.
“None of that now, dearie. No tears. Crowley’s here and I’ll take care of you. The Hardy boys won’t be too thrilled about this. I can imagine what might happen to you, dove, but don’t you worry your pretty little head. I’ll take care of you.”
Crowley moved next to you on the bed, his head on the headboard and his arms just waiting, itching to hold you.
You turned your face to his.
“What? Crowley I –.”
He moved a finger to your mouth resisting the urge to grab your pajama top and cram his lips on yours.
“I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you. The fearless hunter, the sensitive emotional young woman with a fiery temper and a sass that rivals even mine. You’re all I think about and I will keep you safe.”
Your brain was working overtime. Never in your wildest imagination did you think Crowley would ever like you. Truth be told, you had always liked him since the moment you met him. But everything was happening so fast. You didn’t want to just rush into his arms. You couldn’t do that. You needed to heal from what happened with Lucifer. You were nearly there and then Crowley shows up. You also had to work this out with the Winchesters and you had to watch this damn movie and allay your fears of what your child could do.
“Crowley I- I never thought. I just need time. I like you…I just…”
Crowley grabbed your shoulders and pushed your body into his.
“I’m yours. Take as much time as you need but know that I will be here when you need me.”
You snuggled into his chest feeling safer than you had felt in a long time. You started watching the scene, in shock and horror at what Damien was doing. What he was capable of. Crowley felt your fear and snuggled you closer to him.
“But what if the baby has claws?”
“Claws? You were watching Rosemary’s Baby before weren’t you?”
“Well, how else am I supposed to know about the devil’s baby? It’s not exactly like I can look up what to expect. It’s not going to be in any bookstore.”
“So you turn to fictional characters in movies?”
“I’m freaking out. Where else can I find answers? The baby will have powers, right? Well, look at this scene. Damien is literally crushing his skull, the skull of his own stepbrother. Look at those eyes, the lack of emotion. It’s terrifying. What if my child is that cold and heartless? What if he has those powers? In the first movie, Damien killed his parents. I’m a human, a hunter. And I have a child growing inside me that will kill everyone, will have an unquenchable thirst for blood? How do I protect myself, much less the world? I mean I thought I could raise him to be good, teach him not to kill. Now watching these movies, I just don’t know.
“Let me stop you there, dove. This is a movie, pet. Your child is a Nephilim, not whatever Damien is. He has you as a mother and me as a father, if you’ll let me. And I’ll make bloody well sure he isn’t a homicidal maniac. Prince of hell, maybe, but psychopath, no. He’ll have all the power any little boy would want. No need to gain any more. The bloody Winchesters will NEVER lay one hand on your precious body – that I can promise you. The same goes for my demons.“
He smiled back at you warmly, love clearly in his eyes. You smiled up at him. Queen of Hell did have a nice ring to it.
You stayed snuggled into Cowley’s arms knowing you had the love and protection of the King of Hell. Suddenly The Omen 2 looked comical, your fears lessening after what he said. Your child wouldn’t be like any of these representations of human fear. This child was half angel and had you as a mother and you’d be damned if you let your child become evil. These images of satanic children held no fear anymore. They were just reminders of how much love and work you’d have to put into being a mother.
You heard the door to the bunker swing open. Dean called out to you. Crowley kissed your forehead.
“If you need anything, call me – 666.”
You smiled back at him as you took the DVD out of the player. Crowley was content knowing that he made you feel better. He was slowly winning you over. With a snap, he disappeared. You cleaned up your appearance so the boys wouldn’t know you had been crying. Smiling you closed your bedroom door on all the pain and sadness and went into the kitchen to talk to the boys.
A/N: Crowley erotica, sassy reader, a fun night. ;) The reader is based on my OC role-play character, Roxy.
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@plaidstiel-wormstache‘s Challenge Time. I hope the move goes well. Have fun in London, girl. :) The prompt was, “ I don’t want to use the word genius, but I’d be OK if you wanted to,” with the song “War” by Edwin Starr.
@wayward-oneshots‘s 100 Followers Writing Challenge with the prompt, Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande
@mamaredd123‘s Mama’s First 100 Challenge with the prompt, “You’re good but I’m Crowley” and the song “Come and Get It” by Selena Gomez.
@impala-dreamer‘s Winchester Bunch Fic Challenge with the prompt, “When I saw it, I thought it was right up your alley.”
@whispersandwhiskerburn‘s We’ve Got a Fic For That with the Doctor Who prompt, “It’s bigger on the inside,” ;)
@chaos-and-the-calm67‘s Bev’s Birthday Challenge with the prompts, Crowley, beach, and blindfold.
Whew! Now without further ado let’s get to the good stuff…
Of course. You kill some werewolves and where were you stuck? In the middle of fucking nowhere! It was a rough hunt but you loved those. The adrenalin coursing through you, running on fear and anger that these creatures think they’ll be the one to kill you. Three against one hunter? With any other hunter that would’ve been a death sentence but with you? That’s a challenge and you love a challenge. You were tough as nails, shooting them one-liners, toying with them, teasing them. The look in their eyes when they went down – priceless.
She wiped the blood off your face, stretched out a bit and meandered over to the defunct bar on the corner, the kind that made you want to shoot yourself in the face for even thinking it was a good idea to go in.
The second you got in you were hit with stale beer and way too much aftershave. Could it smell anymore male here? Probably not. Groaning, you walked over to the bar and tried not to notice that everyone was looking at you. It was like a scene out of the Body Snatchers. You were expecting a loud screaming sound to follow next and then “Get her.” The second you sat down on the squeaky broken down bar stool, there seemed to be a heavy silence. A good portion of the people in this cheesy place looked over to a man in a tailored suit. A couple in the back glared at him. Great. Of all the bars you could walk into, you walked right into a fucking mob war or something. The sensible thing would be to walk right out but who said you were sensible? So that man was dangerous? Good. You moved seats pushing the man out of his to get to the tailored suit man. The man you so unceremoniously threw down on the floor, grumbled and shouted at you, which got the tailored suit man’s attention. You looked him up and down, appraising him. He seemed to enjoy your gaze. He looked over at the man and gave you a curious look. You smirked and shrugged, you hand going to your straw to play around with it a bit as you spoke
“It’s not every day a handsome guy in a suit is in a crap bar like this and I’m a girl who likes a good time and a hell of a lot of excitement.”
You turned towards him, “And you look like you can deliver honey.” You grabbed your straw and slowly licked it down. Crowley raised his eyebrow watching you closely. He waved off the man and when he didn’t leave, Crowley gave him a death stare. The man was off running. You reached over and grabbed the lapels of his jacket.
“Aren’t you powerful.”
“Oh pet, you have no one who you’re playing with.”
“Is it fire? I love watching things burn. So you’re dangerous then? Perfect.”
Crowley eyed you again. Had he heard you correctly? He had never met a girl like you before. He was intrigued. You liked danger. Now that was new. He looked you over carefully and he could see bits of dried blood on your shirt with a little torn patch. It looked like a claw did that.
“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
“What’s a handsome, suave, dangerous man such as yourself doing here?”
Crowley smirked. Sassy, hot, loves danger and excitement. Oh, so tempting. He hadn’t been with someone for a while now, least of all someone like you. He had to be sure you wanted him and if you did, nothing on earth could stop him from giving you the fuck of your life.
“You lot are always adrenaline seekers. Trust me, I’m tempted but you don’t want me.”
“My lot? Women?”
Crowley guffawed and nearly spit out his drink.
“That wasn’t nice.”
“Maybe not but was it true?”
He frowned at you, “I meant hunters.”
“How intriguing. What gave me away?”
Crowley motioned to your shirt.
“Ah, touché. And you would be?”
“Crowley. The King of Hell.”
“Hell has a King and not only does he drink in crap places but he’s talking to me? Well, this is much more fun than I thought I’d have in this town. So I’m guessing you started as a demon unless there are royal families in hell.”
Crowley smiled at the question you posed shaking his head.
“Well then, what did you sell your soul for?”
“I say I’m the King of Hell and you’re still here?” He asked amused.
“Can you blame a girl? I like my sex like I live my life – on the edge. And you look like you can take care of a girl, so let’s hear it.”
“For three extra inches,” Crowley’s eyes traveled down his pants. You hand reached out and touched his clothed cock.
“It’s pretty big.”
“Oh sweetie, you haven’t seen anything yet. How much can one feel through the material? It’s been hard this whole time because of you. Usually, hunters are brainless twits but you doll, you bring out something in me. It’s bigger on the inside.” He whispered into your ear.
He placed your hands in his pants and you felt his hard-on and the three extra inches. He was right – it was bigger on the inside. You couldn’t get the real picture by feeling him through his pants. You could barely get your hand around his cock, he was that thick. He whimpered at the thought of fitting the whole thing inside you. You got wet just thinking about him fucking you senseless into the pool table, his cock going deep.
Oh yeah
Don’t need permission
Made my decision to test my limits
‘Cause it’s my business
God as my witness
Start what I finished
Don’t need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment
I’m locked and loaded
Completely focused my mind is open
Crowley eyed you smiling. He got you. He didn’t care that you were touching him in a bar. Most of the people here worked for him and he would kill anyone who spoke up. And the few humans that were in here didn’t concern him in the least.
“I don’t believe you told me your name.”
“Y/N.”
“What a lovely name.”
“What a deliciously thick and long cock.”
“Straight to the good stuff.”
“Always.”
He gently took your hand out of his pants and held it as he got off the seat. You walked with him out the door only to be tackled by demons.
“I take it not all your subjects are obedient.”
“I have a few riff-raff.”
They threw you to into the brick wall. You threw out your hands scraping them. You whirled around and in a split second plunged the demon knife into one of them. The second one sprinted for you. You ducked effortlessly. You took up a boxing stance blocking punch and after punch, waiting for the opening, and on one punch the demon left his right side open and you bent down and stabbed him in the heart. Crowley snapped the two demons that charged at him away watching you fight. He would gladly step in if you needed him but clearly, you had this. It was a thing of beauty – such power and sped. He could see why you hunted.
The second that you finished with the demons, a shadow loomed over you and put a blindfold on your eyes. You were unsure if it was Crowley or more demons so you whirled around the knife in your hand. He effortlessly caught your wrist.
“None of that now. Don’t be a bad girl.”
“I’m always a bad girl.”
“Well, lucky me. That’s my type.”
“Well, this is the best birthday I’ve had in a long time.”
He kissed you passionately before pushing you into the wall behind you. His hands went to either side of your body trapping you there. You couldn’t see but you felt his mouth on your neck and then on your chest. He was so close to your breasts. You bit your lip in anticipation. Crowley smirked and the world shifted around you.
All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy
Somethin’ 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout you
Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn’t
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout
Suddenly you were falling. You feet kept on sinking in. You tried to figure out where you were and then you smelled the salt air.
“The beach?”
“How long have been you hunting?”
“A longer time than I care to admit.”
“Hmm…and have you ever had a vacation?”
“Not for a long time.”
“Happy birthday, then.”
“Careful. A girl could get used to this.”
“So could a King.”
“Could he now?“ You smirked back at him looking him up and now. You grabbed your phone, cycled through your music and played Selena Gomez, “Come and Get It.” You gave him the sultriest look you could muster and sung to him, come and get it. When the song reached the chorus of “na na na na”, you ran around the beach making him chase you. “When you’re ready. Come and get it,” you sang When you got to the, “You ain’t gotta worry, it’s an open invitation,” part Crowley grabbed you from behind with his strong arms. You squealed and laughed. He dragged you back to where you both were.
“My tough little hunter likes Selena Gomez?”
“I’m not yours yet. I have to see what you can do, big boy. As for my music tastes, I listen to good music regardless of the face attached to it.”
You dropped your phone in your bag as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Crowley held your waist tightly throwing you down on the bed that he suddenly made appear. He snapped his fingers and a tent appeared over you both in the sand. He pushed you back and you tensed, surprised when you fell back on a very comfy bed. You reached up to grab him by the collar and kiss him. You dove your tongue into his mouth holding his down. Your hands held his cheeks as you deepened the kiss. You were still blindfolded but you were sure his eyes were lustful. You licked your lips, jumped off the bed, and threw him down. You quickly straddled his hips as you slowly pushed up his dress shirt. He smirked at you and snapped his fingers taking off both your clothes.
Nothing to prove and I’m bulletproof and
Know what I’m doing
The way we’re movin’ like introducing
Us to a new thing
I wanna savor, save it for later
The taste of flavor, 'cause I’m a taker
'Cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature
I live for danger
All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy.
“Who knew demons could do that? I was worried you’d rip my favorite bra.”
Crowley laughed a hearty laugh and reached his hand down grabbing said black lace bra.
“I’d never rip this beauty.”
“Good to know a man of taste can appreciate a good bra. Aren’t you a good boy?”
You raked your nails against his chest staring down at him as he growled. You reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his mouth back so you could get your tongue down all the way down his throat. You loved dominating the King of Hell. Sure he could flip you over at any time. But for now, he was playing the submissive. You disconnected, winking at him.
“You a music and sex guy?”
Crowley smirked at your phrasing. He snapped his fingers and an iPod appeared playing “War” by Edwin Starr.
You stared at him incredulously.
“So you haven’t gotten laid since the ’60s?”
“I loved that era. I was a mainstay in the political protests. Women loved fucking to this song. Got so much love.”
You shook your head smiling. Crowley shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m not up on new music.”
You smiled down at him. You grabbed your iPod carefully taking out his and cycled through your songs until you found, “Dangerous Woman”, by Ariana Grande.
“My theme song, babe.”
You pushed him back down on the bed, shaking your head when he tried to get up. You reached into your bag and pulled out handcuffs.
“What other fun things do you have in there, pet?”
“Never leave home without handcuffs. They have so many uses.”
You winked down at him as you slowly reached down into your bag again. This time grabbing your vibrator. You put it on the highest setting. Crowley watched you, amused. It wasn’t often that a woman tried to take control of him much less one that carried a vibrator and handcuffs. He would have to get you a better vibrator, a spotted pink plastic thing, please. You could do so much better. He smirked up at you.
“Enjoy the show, dear.”
You let your favorite song pulse through you, as you wasted no time slowly placing the vibrator inside you on high. You were a shaking, moaning mess in no time. You slumped over from the intense vibration, coming with a whisper of his name. You lay on his chest taking a moment to recover. Crowley’s eyes were on you the entire time taking note that you liked it fast and hard. When you lifted your head back up, you grabbed Crowley’s cock in your hand pumping it a few times before slowly sinking all the way down on it. You moaned at the stretch. Crowley suddenly snapped his fingers releasing the handcuffs. Without further ado, he thrust up into you. Quickly grabbing your cheeks he kissed you passionately effectively kissing away the scream that you would have made. A moment later his lips left yours. Your hands pushed his chest down as you moved, arching your back beautiful. You looked so free up there rocking up and down his cock. You licked your lips and moaned, your hands lightly grazing your nipple. Not being able to hold himself back, Crowley’s hands dove up onto your breasts kneading them. You let out a breathy moan. As his hands moved to tweak your nipples he thrust up into. He kept thrusting the entire time his hands were on your nipples. He alternated between gentle tickles and hard pinches. You were letting out a string of high-pitched moans. He growled in response. He couldn’t wait any longer. He loved how responsive your body was to him and he desperately needed to control the sex more than he was doing. He unceremoniously rolled you over. You looked up at him in shock.
“You’re good but I’m Crowley, “ he whispered in your ear just before he started thrusting into you, balls deep. He stayed there for a second before going nearly all the way out just to slam back in. The sheer power and depth of his thrusts made your head spin. You were spiraling towards your orgasm and he had just begun. He definitely earned the title of King.
He snapped his fingers and a blindfold appeared on you. You laughed when you felt the cold metal against your wrists. Tied up by your own handcuffs.
His fingers grabbed your hips and held you in place. You were happy to just lie there and let him do what he wanted. He definitely knew how to fuck a woman.
You liked the blindfold against your eyes because you could focus more on the experience of being with him. You felt the silky sheets rub against your skin and the bedpost slamming into the wall. The vibrations made you feel like you were flying temporarily like when a car goes over a large hill. You had no idea where his head was and when you felt pressure on your nipple you jumped surprised. He chuckled against you. You felt something wet probably a tongue move up and down your nipple. You shivered at the contact. Then your nipple was enveloped in his warm mouth. You felt tugging, probably his teeth and then a sharp pleasure painful pinch– A finger, teeth? Then suddenly nothing. The only sensation was his hips rocking into yours, each thrust going deeper and deeper inside of you. Your moans escalating as he picked up speed. His tongue appeared on your neck next. A spot felt wet on your neck, then cool when the air hit it, then a slight pain and some pressure, teeth and lips? That would definitely leave a mark. You smiled at the thought of bearing his mark. A hunter with a mark from the King of Hell – could there be anything more taboo?
“I love having you at my mercy, tied up and fucked by yours truly.”
“Do you now?”
“I could do anything to you at this moment. A hunter trusting the King of Hell.”
Your breathing picked up, adrenalin hitting you. He was trying to make you afraid. He could do anything to you. You loved that feeling. Did you make the wrong decision? Would he kill you? You literally wouldn’t see it coming.
“Why would you have waited until now?”
“Fair point but still, dove, you really shouldn’t trust others that easily, especially demons. My little daredevil, my dangerous woman.”
You moaned. Fuck – if he kept talking like that, you’d be done in a second.
“Your body is so reactive.”
You felt fingertips lightly skim your body. You arched your back sucking in air. Crowley smacked your thigh grabbing the flesh harshly.
“Using a vibrator, really? You're lucky I am way too horny to punish you.”
You loved the slap, the feel of his rough hands on your body, the pain mixing with pleasure heightening everything.
“Hey a ggg-irl’s gottt-a be self-reliaaant.”
You were so close to coming. His thrusts didn’t let up. You arched your back so close. A couple more seconds.
“Not anymore. You need something you let your King know. Now come all over my cock. Let me feel you.”
Without delay, you arched your back and came with a scream. He thrust into you a couple more times only to come, growling your name. You came so hard you actually blacked out for a few minutes. Crowley noticed almost immediately and held you in his arms kissing your body softly and slowly until you regained consciousness.
“I was that good, aye?”
“Best I’ve had so far.”
“I don’t want to use the word genius, but I’d be OK if you wanted to.”
You smirked and chucked a pillow at him. He chuckled and kissed your forehead.
“Someone has a large ego.”
“It’s just the right size,” Crowley stated with a wink.
You both lay there watching the sunlight before you fell asleep in his arms. You didn’t notice when he left. He had never had sex like that, either. He liked you a lot. He was sure he could love you and maybe he’d even make you his Queen. You were remarkable and totally his type. He wanted to stay the whole night with you, but he had to rule Hell and one of his demons fucked up again. He kissed you, smiling a genuine smile before he left the private beach surrounded by a giant walled-off gate.
Oh yeah
Somethin’ 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout you
Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn’t
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout you
All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside (somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout)
All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside (somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout)
When you woke up you found two gifts wrapped in what looked like Betty Paige wrapping paper. The first one was a flesh colored vibrator. “Something to remember me by,” was written on the attached note. It looked exactly like Crowley’s cock. The second was a book entitled, Fun Activities for Thrill Seekers. A note fell out of the book, as you looked it over.
“When I saw it, I thought it was right up your alley. Pick out something fun and we’ll do that when I see you next. And love, there will be a next time.”
Crowley, your King
You picked up the book and smiled before leaving the beach and the amazing night with Crowley behind. You jumped into your car and put on “Dangerous Woman.” You blared it singing along with the windows down as you drive back to your life, hoping you’d see Crowley soon.
Somethin’ 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout you
Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn’t
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout you
All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath like that
You know how I’m feeling inside
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout
All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath like that
You know how I’m feeling inside (somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout)
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout you
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout you
A/N: This was written for @i-dont-know-how-to-write‘s Jays Food Song Challenge with the pairing, One Bad Apple by the Osmonds.
Some days were worse than others and today was definitely a bad day. You woke up feeling horrible. You ran to make coffee as you usually did hoping the caffeine would stop the memories from flowing. You couldn’t handle the truth just yet. You didn’t notice Crowley watching you. You hadn’t been that observant in the last two weeks. You were really just going through the motions. You closed your eyes trying desperately not to cry over that asshole but failing miserably, tears streaming down your face.
Yeah, yeah
I can tell you’ve been hurt
By that look on your face, girl
Some guy brought sadness
Into your happy world
You need love
But you’re afraid that if you give in
Someone else will come along
And sock it to you again
(Flashback)
“We don’t work any more.”
“This is the first I’m hearing of it. Why didn’t you talk to me before now? We could have maybe worked it out.”
“Now you know. There’s no working it out. You’re too damaged for me. I know you’ve had bad experiences with men but you interpret my teasing as criticism, which it isn’t. You’re too sensitive.”
“Wow.”
“This is your problem. You should fix your personality and the way you handle situations.”
You stared at the boyfriend you thought loved you after two years of dating. The one you told everything to.
“You always want to talk shit out when we don’t need to analyze everything. And who cares if I introduce you as Y/N or my girlfriend Y/N. It’s just a stupid title.”
“At the last party we went to, you openly flirted with a girl and actually made out with her in front of me and then after twenty minutes, you told her we were together. So I can see why you don’t want to define us.”
“I was drunk – I told you that. You can’t hold that against me.”
“If that’s what you do when you’re drunk then, don’t drink.”
“Now I have to censor myself for you?”
“OMG.”
“Let me guess. This is a bigger issue and we need to dig deeper and talk it out?”
“Why is everything lately a fight with you. We had some great times. What happened to us?”
“See, the girl I’m seeing is way cooler than you. She’s a go with the flow kinda girl. No drama, no bs.”
“You’re already seeing someone?”
“Um yeah. No need to be weird about it. And she does anal. She’s also prettier than you. I mean, I know we’re in a relationship but that’s no excuse to let yourself go.” He pulls out his phone and shows you his new girlfriend. “Come on. Look at the jugs on her, right?”
One bad apple don’t
Spoil the whole bunch, girl
Oh, give it one more try
Before you give up on love
One bad apple don’t
Spoil the whole bunch, girl
Oh, I don’t care what they say
I don’t care what you heard.
(End of flashback)
You opened your eyes gasping for air, trying desperately to stop the scene from playing out any longer. You focused on your breathing. In one breath, out on long breathe. You then focused on making the coffee, on smelling the coffee beans and imagining how the coffee would taste in your mouth. You brought yourself back to the present slowly.
Sam and Dean knew you broke up with someone but didn’t know the details. You didn’t want to talk to them. Well, you did. I mean you wanted to be comforted but you were embarrassed that you loved someone who turned out to be an asshole. He was so different when you started dating him. You had no idea when he changed. Was it gradual and you missed it? Was he right and you changed him into this? What if Sam and Dean judged you for picking a guy like that? I mean, who would find that guy attractive? Maybe you did analyze things too much? Was that really bad though?
You turned around noticing the coffee was ready. You held firmly onto the mug like you’d disappear from the face of the earth if you weren’t holding the cup tight enough. You let the caffeine wake up every nerve ending in your body, let it course through you, giving you that happy sensation you chase after every morning. You sat in your favorite chair and turned on the TV. You couldn’t focus but the noise and the lights distracted you enough that thoughts of Matt left your mind.
Crowley was seething. The second he saw tears streaming down your face, he entered your mind and was shocked at what he found – the self-doubt and drop in self–esteem over this Matt asshole. He didn’t deserve you. And even worse you blamed yourself. Crowley was so furious he nearly broke his glass with Craig in it. Downing the drink, he snapped his fingers and located your ex at a bar no less. Crowley’s eyes turned red for a second. He worked hard to control his anger as he took a seat next to the young man. Looking at the bartender, Crowley ordered.
“Top shelf whiskey on the rocks and whatever he’s having.” The bartender nodded and starting making the drinks. “A young man at a bar on Friday at 3PM. Yeah, you need a friend. Name’s Crowley by the way.”
“Thanks, man. Matt’s the name. Yeah, I do. I just broke up with this soul sucker of an ex-girlfriend for this vivacious 18-year-old girl. Fuck, you should see her.”
Crowley grabbed his drink breathing heavily trying not to kill him on the spot. Soul sucker? That was what he thought of you? Oh, the lovely things Crowley would do to Matt’s soul soon enough. Crowley forced a smile on his face as he looked over at Matt.
“Well, glad I came along. This might sound weird but I find it can be quite cathartic to wonder about the future in times like these. What would you wish you could have or what do you wish your life would look like?”
“That’s deep man. Dude. Um… let’s see money, a hot girl who works well with my family laughs at my jokes and loves when I tease her. Oooh, and flexible and outdoorsy that would be fun.”
Crowley resisted the urge to face palm. He was going to enjoy torturing this idiot in ten years.
“So money and a hot wife.”
“Sounds great.”
Crowley smirked as he pressed his lips to the man’s. Happy he could humiliate and ruffle his feathers.
“Dude I don’t swing that way.”
Crowley gave him a smirk before disappearing back to the bunker to find you still by the television. Crowley sighed heavily before speaking.
I could make you happy, baby
Satisfy you too (satisfy you now)
But how can I if you
Won’t give me a chance
To prove my love to you
Won’t you just give me one
Little chance (one little chance now)
I’ll give you love’s guarantee
That you won’t be hurt again
One bad apple
Don’t spoil the whole bunch, girl
Oh, give it one more try
Before you give up on love
One bad apple
Don’t spoil the whole bunch, girl
Oh, I don’t care what they say
I don’t care what you heard now
I’ve been noticing you, baby
For a long, long time (long, long time now)
I’m not ashamed to tell the world
That you really messed up my mind
Girl, to me
You’re like a dream come true (dream come true now)
I’d rather hurt myself
Than to ever hurt you
“Poppet, let’s not go over how I know, but I know about your ex and let’s just say he won’t be a problem anymore. He sold his soul to me. In ten years you tell me what you want done to him and be creative dear.”
You jumped off the chair hugging him tightly. Crowley was surprised but leaned into the hug. You were usually flirty with each other but actually skin-to-skin contact was new. Crowley closed his eyes enjoying this moment. He whispered in your ear, “ One bad apple doesn’t spoil the whole bunch. I have cared about you for a long time now Y/N and whenever you’re ready I would love to show you what a boyfriend is supposed to be.”
You pulled away from Crowley and looked into his eyes seeing the sincerity there. You did the only thing that made sense. You grabbed the lapels of his suit and pressed your lips onto his. He leaned all the way into the kiss, one of his hands slipping down to your waist to hold you there. You had no idea how he found out or how you had gotten so lucky as to catch Crowley’s eye but boy, were you happy. Today might be a good day after all.
A/N: No erotica, but fluff towards the end. This was written for @mrs-squirrel-chester‘s Album Fanfic Writing Challenge. I picked the album, “Ash & Ice” by the Kills. This drabble/short fic was written for the song, “Impossible Tracks,” which is number 10 on the album.
Also on AO3
Where the fuck were you? You told Crowley you’d be back in three hours. It had been three hours and thirty minutes. The hunt was supposed to be an easy one. Normally he would just pop in and see what was keeping you. But you were hunting with your brothers, the Winchesters, and they didn’t know about the two of you. You were worried they’d disown you if they knew you were living with Crowley much less in love with him. So Crowley had to be benched, waiting on the sidelines, worrying about what was happening. He had respected your choice to remain silent but right now he desperately wanted to disobey your wishes. But if you were OK, you would be furious with him for doing so. But if you weren’t…. No, he was not going there. I mean he was very good friends with Billy. She would hate to bring you back but he would offer Billy anything to do it. He knew just the thing to offer. Enough! You weren’t dead. Why were you late? What if something happened to you? What if you got hurt? Oh, if those boys hurt you, I’ll skin them alive, brothers of yours or not. I can’t just sit here waiting? Can I? This is infuriating! The Winchesters do have a bad habit of killing their accomplices. What if something happened to you? Something I could have prevented had I acted now?
Crowley walked back and forth continuously. He turned on your playlist wanting to be close to you at this moment, to connect with you. He sat down on the bed, his head in his hands. His tapped his feet for a few moments. The music did nothing to calm his nerves and he growled, throwing a lamp at the wall. He quickly poofed in a glass of Craig and downed it, then another, and another. He closed his eyes trying to calm his nerves before he opened his bedroom door and spoke to the two guards outside.
“Leave me now and search every hospital for Y/N. Don’t go anywhere else, don’t get help. Don’t bloody well tell anyone where you’re going – just GO.”
The demons left in a hurry as Crowley closed the door behind him nearly breaking it off the hinges. The ten minutes his demons were gone felt like agony, thoughts of murder and torture for the Winchesters ever present in his mind.
“We didn’t find her in any of the local hospitals.”
“How about Jane Does? Or the aliases I gave you.”
They both gave him blank looks.
“The post-it in your pocket.”
The demon on the left looked down at his pocket pulling out said post-it.”
“Dude, look at these names.”
Crowley’s face paled and he groaned.
“Um…I don’t see Jane Doe? Who’s that?”
Crowley looked at them enraged. His eyes full-blown ready to murder them on the spot when you burst through the door.
“OMG. I am sooo sorry I’m late baby. The hunt was trickier than we imagined.”
“Bloody well knew it. If those wankers hurt you so help me …. Come on in.”
“So yeah. I got a little cut up but Sam got pretty hurt. He stepped in front to save me.
“The Winchesters actually saving people. Well, she is family. Hmmm. I suppose I have to thank moose now.”
“The big galumph. Gotta love my brothers. I’m OK. I didn’t just want to leave him bleeding, I kinda had to help and I smelled disgusting so I took a shower. Trust me there was nothing sexy about me in that moment.
“I will always love you, sweet, grime, blood and all. Y/N you got me from the start. You got me good and nothing will ever keep us apart.”
“And I feel the exact same way about you handsome. I sent you a text.”
Crowley froze, the demons looking between you and Crowley. He slowly took his cell phone out. It was dead. Y/N sent me a text and I forgot to recharge my phone, really? He sighed and tried to control his anger as he crammed the recharger cord into his phone. He was about to laugh at how very banal this all was. You slowly stepped into the room and read him like a book. He was beyond worried. You could tell even if he was in profile. He was wound tight like a bow. You put down your bag on the King-sized bed and watched him.
“Didn’t you have blonde hair last time?” One of the demons questioned.
“Um a while ago. I have highlights now.” You answered confused.
Crowley whirls around to look at his demons.
“You didn’t even know what she looked like? How stupid are you two, honestly?”
He kills them on the spot without a second thought. You moved quickly and threw Crowley’s back against the wall nearly attacking his lips and pouring your affection for him into that kiss. After a while, he moved your head away staring in your eyes. He was confused, lustful, still tense, nervous and residually angry. But the kiss worked. That was always the best way to calm him.
“I love you Crowley and I’m so sorry I worried you. Let’s tell the boys tomorrow so you can be at my side and know where I am whenever you want. But that goes both ways so you better remember to recharge your damn phone.
Crowley came back and just sat on the rocking chair by your bed watching the sunlight fall onto your face. He moved slowly to take a strand of hair off your face. You looked so peaceful sleeping. It brought him so much joy to watch you like that. He kissed your forehead and waited for you to wake up. You did a few minutes later stretching and turning towards him.
“Hello Y/N.”
“Hello Crowley, my mate.”
Crowley couldn’t believe his ears. How did he manage to get so lucky? You held out your hand for him. He slowly moved from the chair and walked over to you. He held your face in his hands.
“Are you sure, dear?”
“Yes. You have done terrible things but your own mother turned you into this. You have only known cruelty but you have been nothing but kind and gentle with me. I may not have chosen this life but I am not turning away from it. I refuse to be mated to that asshole. I feel a connection to you and I want to explore a life with you if you’ll have me.”
Crowley hugged you tightly and closed his eyes.
“How did I get so damn lucky?”
“Make me yours.”
You smiled back at him prompting him to smile as well. He slowly moved his face closer to yours. You were nose to nose.
“You gonna kiss me or are we having a staring contest.”
Crowley wasted no time and pressed his lips to yours. His kiss starting slow but turned passionate quickly. Your tongue fought for dominance with his. He cupped your cheeks as he slowly moved back taking in your disheveled bed-hair and the beautiful smile you had. He slowly moved to hover over you. He propped himself up with one hand while the other slowly moved down your lips to your collarbone before slowly moving down the rest of your body. His hands found the edge of your dress and he gently moved it up your body. You helped him take your dress the rest of the way. You lay there in your bra and panties with a fully clothed Crowley looking at your body with lust in his eyes. His fingers dragged across your body as your breathing hitched. Your arms wrapped around his neck bringing him closer. He interlocked his hand with yours as he placed tender kisses at your jawline, your neck, and your collarbone. You took a shaky breath as he slipped his hands behind you, taking off your bra. His hands glided down your body rubbing your stomach and legs. He placed gentle kisses setting your body on fire as he gently moved down your frame taking off your underwear with his teeth and throwing it in the pile where the rest of your clothes were. He dove back to your face to kiss you again with a bit more fervor. His hand moved down to your breast. His thumb began to circle lightly over your nipple. He held your nipple between his thumb and forefinger leaning his head forward, his tongue circling your nipple just as his fingers did previously. His hand moved to your other breast as he kneaded the sensitive skin. You pushed your head back onto the pillow, biting your lip. He looked up and saw your eyes closed, enjoying what he was doing to you. He smirked as he slowly rose up to your face. His hand went behind your back to bring you closer to him. You gripped his dress shirt quickly taking the buttons off, not wanting to wait any longer to feel him. He moved you into a seated position as he quickly took his shirt completely off. Your hands moved to his chest. He pushed you down gently on the bed as he stood up to take off his pants and boxers. You were trembling with anticipation when you saw him naked. His cock was huge and standing at attention. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you. You bite your lip looking up at him with renewed desire on your face. He smiled back at you as he slowly moved on top of you. You took a shaky breath as his lips gently kissed up your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours. His lips slowly moved to your pussy. He licked your clit and your breathing hitched. He slowly dove his tongue into you as his finger quickly pressed into your clit. You threw your head back arching your body into his face. He growled, the vibrations bringing you closer to your orgasm. He moved his mouth onto your clit and used his long fingers to piston inside of you mercilessly bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You were spewing curse words and a string of moans. He looked up at you, using his powers to ghost over your skin and massage your breasts. You closed your eyes giving in to the pleasure of his touch. His powers moved up and nibbled on your ear.
“Cum for your mate, NOW! He told you telepathically.
You let go and came hard, screaming his name. His fingers worked you through your orgasm and in the blink of an eye, his cock was slowly sliding into you. Crowley thrust in completely making you both moan.
“Are you ready, honey?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be, baby.”
He pulled you closer to him as he slowly moved in and out of you, hanging on every sound you made. His eyes glued to the way your body moved under him. He held your wrists above your head as he kissed you deeply. He withdrew a minute later before his fangs descended.
“I have to -.”
You presented your neck to him trusting him to do what he had to. He closed his eyes and slowly sunk his teeth in your neck. You whimpered a bit at the force of his teeth tearing into your neck. He closed his eyes and focused on you and your pain, slowly erasing it and replacing it with a wave of euphoria. He tasted your warm blood on his lips and felt intense pleasure come over him. He struggled not to be lost in it. You were his mate, not just some girl. He had to control himself. As he drank your blood, he saw your past, your feelings, your memories. He bonded with you at that moment. He was flooded with images of you and couldn’t be happier. He picked up the pace, thrusting faster and faster inside of you. He licked the wound his fangs made on your neck before quickly cutting his wrist and bringing it to your lips. Your tongue dove out to taste him before you placed your lips onto his wrist and drank from him. Again you were flooded with images of him and his past and his feelings for you. You didn’t want the moment to end and wanted to know every single thing about him. He withdrew his wrist from your lips moments later. You sighed into the pillow behind you. He picked up the pace even more and you came in a fury. Pleasure wracked your body as his blood coursed through you, making you feel stronger and more connected to the man that loved you through and through. You laid there blissed out looking at him with such happiness. He came with a growl of your name. You felt him spurt his warm cum deep inside you. He moved out of you gently and carefully took his hands off your wrists pulling you into his arms. He held you tight against his chest. After all these centuries he had found his mate. He had hope for the future, hope that he could finally have a real life. You smiled up at him as you slowly fell asleep, safe and loved in his arms.
A/N: Sorry this part is so long. My muse just kept going. I did this for a ton of challenges. This was written for @spnfanficpond’s writing challenge with the prompt, “Not everybody is out to kill you.” “Says the guy who kidnapped me!” This was also written for Miami’s Gods and Monsters challenge, @moonlitskinwalker. Happy b-day hun, hope you like the story. The prompt was Vampire Crowley and “Here I was thinking you were just a pretty face.” This was also written for @supernaturalpromptchallenge with the prompt, curse. This was also written for @whispersandwhiskerburn’s Angels' 750 Follower Celebration Challenge with the prompt, “I’m all about the service darlin’.”- Sons of Anarchy. I bolded the prompts used. Angst and fluff with smut in part 2. Enjoy.:) Also on AO3 Part 2
Crowley closed his eyes against the screams. His previous victims haunted his mind. Their faces, their screams, their pleas for mercy. It was too much. Some days it’s harder than others. He really didn’t want to be a monster anymore but the bloodlust was so strong. He was craving blood every second of the day. His hands shook as he grabbed his coffee mug. He was weak without the blood but he refused to be a monster. One week sober from blood, he should get a medal. He could get by with just a taste here and there but the memories never left him. It would be so easy to just drain any of the women in the club, sink his teeth in and close his eyes as the memories, the pain, the knowledge of the evil he is all go away with the high. In those moments, nothing mattered as pleasure and power just coursed through his body. But he was tired of that life. Tired of hiding behind the blood. He wanted to be better, to show his mother that he didn’t deserve this curse. That he could be a man worthy of love for a woman. The only question was whether he fully believed it himself. He had spent hundreds of years of solitude never thinking he had anything to offer except death.
Your friends nearly pulled you through the doors of “Hell”. You’d never been to a strip club before and with a name like Hell you understandably felt a little hesitant. Not to mention that you were wearing a gorgeous black lace and silk dress. A bit too fashionable for a strip club. But you preferred to look your best no matter what. Clubwear wasn’t your cup of tea. Your friends figured since you were all single, you’d have some fun with hot guys as you watched them take their clothes off. You were more of a relationship kinda gal so it was awkward for you to objectify men like that. But you didn’t feel like having a philosophical discussion about men and relationship with your friends. What you wouldn’t do for friendship. All eyes were on you naturally. You stuck out like a sore thumb, your innocence obvious due to the blush on your face. You looked down at the floor as your friends picked a seat close to the stage. You ignored everyone’s eyes. Had you looked up, you would have seen a club full of hungry black eyes staring at you, warning you of the kinds of employees here. You groaned internally at being this close to the stage but put on a smile on for your friends.
The second that you entered the club Crowley’s eyes glowing red, the vampire curse flowing through him. Crowley was the first vampire ever in existence, turned by a curse, hence the red eyes. His employees, all whom he sired, had black eyes. Crowley sniffed the air and smelled you even from all the way over there. You smelled like freesia and beach. It was such a comforting, beautiful smell. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He knew right then and there that you were meant for him. He had heard that vampire had mates but he was sure after all the things he’d done, he would never get one. Screams of his victims echoed in his head, the blood pumping through him. He could feel the hunger growing.
“Drink her like you did all of us. Let her make you feel better. It’s been a week but you can’t stay away. Feed on her. Kill her.”
The voices were merciless today. He growled loudly as he fought to gain control over himself. He hoped that you would be the one to save him from this hell.
His bestie Dean knocked on his office door. Crowley ushered him in. Dean looked at his master. He looked wrecked and tired and his eyes were still glowing red.
“Are you okay, boss? I heard you growl from backstage and wanted to check.”
“Such a good friend Dean. I- I’m having a bad day.”
Dean knew exactly what Crowley meant. He offered his arm to him but Crowley waved him off. Smiling back at him fondly. Crowley grabbed his hand.
“I’ll be fine, Dean. I’m several hundred years old. One bad day is not going to get me down. I just think I found my mate in this club. She brought on the bloodlust. I’ll be fine, trust me.”
Dean looked unsure but nodded and left the boss to his thoughts.
The second Dean left, Crowley’s attention turned to you. His eyes looked you up and down groaning when he saw how the dress hugged all your curves deliciously. His tongue darted out as he licked his lips. He inched out of his office not wanting to be too obvious. He moved off to the side of the stage across from you with two tables between you. A waitress immediately came over to him, curtseying. He ordered Craig and within a minute the waitress gave him his drink. His eyes never left yours. He took in your blush, your discomfort at being here, the warm smile that lit your face and your sparkling eyes. He closed his eyes and replaced the haunting memories with those of you smiling. He imagined it was because of him. Slowly he opened his eyes looking at the stage.
“Welcome to Hell, ladies. My name is Brady, I do hope you stay awhile. We have the finest examples of men you have ever seen but careful, they do bite though not hard. For your viewing pleasure, I’d like to introduce you to the famous Winchester brothers, Dean and Sam. Enjoy.”
Your mouth hung open when you saw them come out. They were beyond gorgeous and their eyes were black, black as sin itself. That had to be an effect of the lights right? Dean was eye fucking you as he rode up and down the pole. He tore off his shirt and you sighed. Sam did the same thing and you gripped the chair. Both brothers had six packs and deliciously prominent muscles. Imagine the power in their arms. The power their thrusts would deliver. Fuck. OK, so you started to see the appeal of strip clubs. Their smiles got hungrier as they stared at you and your friends. Dean winked at you and Sam gave you such an intense look, you thought he’d throw you against the wall and fuck you right then and there. You were like a deer in the headlights. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away. You gulped loudly still clutching the table in front of you. It was all too much. Weren’t they just supposed to dance? And not eye fuck you? Your friends encouraged them and started screaming and asking them to come over. You had a bad feeling with the looks you were getting.
Crowley was not happy with the way his boys were looking at you. He saw Dean smell the air. He was smelling you. You were Crowley’s, not Dean’s. He should have told Dean you were his when he showed up in his office but Crowley never thought he’d like you, too. Dean was dangerous, he had no self-control even in all the years Crowley had tried to teach him it. Dean was all impulse. He might very well kill you trying to turn you and Sam was no better. He could smell your fear. You were a smart girl to be afraid. He also smelled your arousal, which he was none too happy about. He would have to protect you from them and this world. But you were normal, human. You knew nothing about monsters. You blushed coming in here. He had to tread carefully with you. He wasn’t losing his only chance at a normal life, at love because he went too fast. He would prove his mother wrong with how much he could love you and maybe she would turn him back and he could love you properly and if not, then he would cherish eternity with you. A part of him knew that everything he touched, everything he did, turned into something horrible and it would be better to erase your memory and send you off … but he couldn’t do that. He needed you even if it damned you both.
The second Dean and Sam were finished with their number they leapt off the stage to your table. Dean’s eyes bored down on you with Sam at his side smirking.
“Look at the scared little mouse. Don’t worry honey I won’t harm you. Come in the back and I’ll give you a private dance. I’m all about the service, darlin’.”
His warm breath ghosted on your chest as he lowered his face to yours, his arms on the back of the chair. Crowley came up to you both flashing red eyes and instantly Dean backed off choosing your friend instead.
“That woman is my mate!”
Dean and Sam’s eyes went wide. Dean looked down and gulped. Sam stared at you.
“Forgive me sir. I didn’t know,” Dean said telepathically.
“Now you do,” Crowley growled.
Dean and Sam bowed their heads respectfully to Crowley. Your friends were all too happy to go in the back with Sam and Dean. Everyone loved the Winchesters except you. There was something off about them, about this whole place. Your friends were beyond excited, willingly accompanying the boys through the velvet ropes. You tried to tell them you were concerned but they were hearing none of it. Dean was disappointed he wouldn’t get to taste you but he knew better than to get in bad with the boss. Mates were rare, He was happy his boss finally found his even if he really wished you could be his. Dean walked off holding your bestie’s hand.
“Don’t you dare kill them, Dean. Drink them a little, tease them, sure, but don’t kill them like last night. Make sure you bring them home none the wiser. I’m serious, Dean!”
Dean was planning to have a little more fun than just a quick bite and a tease.
“I’m your sire. You will obey me, boy.”
Dean’s eyes flashed black with anger at being spoken to in this way.
“Fine,” he grumbled
Now that he knew your friends would be safe, his attention turned back to you. Surprisingly he saw you bolt out of the chair and glare at him. You kept a fighting stance unsure of what was going on here but ready for a fight.
“I have no idea what kind of club this is but I’m done. I’m waiting for my friends in the coffee shop across the street. And I didn’t need saving. I wasn’t going anywhere with that man. I could have taken him.”
Crowley’s eyebrows went up. The scared dove was actually a firecracker. He smiled at you sizing you up.
“I see. Well, as the owner of Hell. I do humbly apologize for anything my boys did. They can be quite intense but I assure you, you are quite safe to wait here. I will personally make sure that no one bothers you, honey.”
“Y/N.”
“Excuse me, dear?”
“My name. You can call me that as opposed to honey. You have to earn that term.”
Crowley smirked back at you.
“Crowley.”
“Well, Crowley, thank you for the apology but I don’t know you and I have no idea whether I’m safer with you or outside in a café. What do you think? Well, lit-café or seedy club?”
“My club is not seedy.”
“Aren’t all strip clubs seedy?”
“It’s late, dear, and it’s dark. Let me walk you over to the -.”
“I like you, Crowley. I really do. If we’d met somewhere else aside from here I’d be all over you. Older, suave, sassy, protective. You’re catnip to me. Totally my type but if you’ll excuse me, I really do need caffeine, so -.”
Crowley froze. You admitted liking him but didn’t like his occupation. He was a vampire, not really a club owner. This was all just a cover. Would that change anything? He didn’t really want to let you go. He had a lot of enemies and it was late. To get across the street, you’d have to walk in the alleyway. A lot of things happened in that alleyway but if he said no now, he would seem like a major creep. And you would be afraid of him or fight him. He would lose you for sure. But you may get attacked if he let you go. Swallowing he looked into your eyes seeing the same steely determination he usually had. He stepped back reluctantly and let you leave.
“Watch her. Stay by her, that’s an order”, he telepathically told his vampire bouncers. They nodded.
“I could walk with you,” he pleaded from behind you.
You smiled before turning around. “Insistent, aren’t you? I’ll see you soon enough when I pick up my friends. And I think an establishment needs the owner present during business hours. Don’t cha think?”
He smiled at your sassiness. He loved your fierceness and your ability to sass him every minute. You were catnip to him. You pulled up the collar on your coat, the wind whipping your hair. You walked fast not liking the alleyway, not liking the whole night really except for Crowley. You were brought here by your friends and they ditched you for men. “Great girls’ night out, “ you muttered under your breath. You felt eyes on you but ignored it, nearly running to the crosswalk but you didn’t make it. A figure emerged from the shadows waving his hand and pinning you to the wall.
“Well. Well, what do we have here?”
Lucifer smelled your neck before licking it and then cautiously biting you. You screamed trying desperately to move. One of the bouncers was held back by Lucifer, the other exploded with a snap of his fingers. This was exactly what Crowley was afraid of. Lucifer’s eyes turned red with bloodlust as he started back at you.
“And here I was thinking it would be a boring night. No wonder Crowley nearly begged you to let him escort you. You smell delicious and look fantastic. I can’t wait to feel you. You will make a gorgeous little trophy wife.”
In a blink of an eye, he cut his wrist and forced it against your lips. His eyes glowed as his influence took over forcing you to drink. You tried harder to move. Crowley dove down from the rooftops falling on Lucifer. The hold he had on you faltered.
“Ouch. That hurt. You’ve come to save your mate. How cute but your weak, old man. You haven’t feed in a week. You really think you can defeat me? With what steely determination? How chilling!”
Crowley growled fiercely. His eyes glowing red and his fangs descended. Your breathing was slower, you felt dizzy and slowly lifted your hand to your neck noticing blood on it. You wiped your lips and saw more blood, his blood. You tried to throw it all up but nothing came out. You started to panic. Crowley knew he needed to get you to safety and now. Lucifer pushed him off.
“You’re always taking all the good things for yourself. You have the club and such a clever little way to get blood and what do I have? I have to survive on scraps? No, I don’t think so. This one’s mine. Oh, spoiler alert, she already drank my blood. Whoops.”
Lucifer laughed maniacally as he looked at Crowley’s tortured face. Your vision was getting spotty but you saw them both with red eyes. You looked back at your hand; your head was bobbing from side to side. Your eyes suddenly becoming very heavy. Crowley mind-melded with Dean who instantly saw what was happening. He lifted his head from your friend’s neck putting everyone to sleep and locking the door. He grabbed Sam and they ran out of the club. Crowley was out of practice fighting or rather he didn’t wish to access that part of himself. That darkness was difficult to shut down if he opened it. He tried his best but Lucifer was gaining the upper-hand until Dean came up behind him and jammed a wooden stake in his heart.
“You should really pay attention to your surroundings, Lucifer, and less on winning,” Dean said as he twisted the stake in Lucifer’s heart.
Lucifer whirled around in a fury ready to kill Dean when he suddenly crumbled bit by bit screaming, leaving only ashes in his place. You were finding it hard to breathe, not really sure what you were seeing. Sam ran over to you holding your head up and looked into your eyes. His eyes held only concern for you and no malice or lust as before. He gently placed you against the wall looking down at your neck. He looked back at Crowley who ran over. Sam held your neck up while Crowley licked the wound sucking out some of Lucifer’s claim on you. The wound closed and you collapsed in their arms. Sam carefully placed you in Crowley’s arms.
“Thank you both.”
“Anytime, Crowley.” Sam offered.
“You care for her, don’t you.”
Crowley doesn’t say anything. He just looks down at you smiling.
“It’s about time, Crowley, “ Dean says smirking as he and Sam go back into the club.
“We’ll take her friends back. Have a good night, boss,“ Sam added.
Crowley kisses your forehead as he teleports back to his mansion, carefully placing you on the bed. He didn’t want any of this. This was why he should have just left you alone but he couldn’t. You were hurt because of him. What was he going to say when you woke up? And would you see the man behind the monster?
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You groaned feeling very soft sheets under you. Your arms shot out and you stretched, arching your back. Slowly you opened your eyes and were met with the worried eyes of Crowley. You were confused about how you got here and then you remembered the attack. He wasn’t human and now you were in his lair. Crowley felt your fear and sighed deeply.
“Not everybody is out to kill you.”
“Says the guy who kidnapped me!”
“You would have preferred that I left you there in the alleyway?”
“You’re a vampire, aren’t you?”
“Here I was thinking you were just a pretty face.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Let’s cut the bs here. You, Dean and Sam, are all vampires and you saved me from another one.”
“Yes, actually I told you not to go but you had to have your cup of coffee.”
“How male of you. Blaming the woman for getting attacked. How about you for making such messed up enemies. What kind of person knows someone like that? And why didn’t you say -.”
“I’m a vampire who is completely in love with you at first sight and I want to keep you safe, so stop being stubborn. My enemy is outside so stay here and be my mate.”
You blinked back at him.
“Yeah, I don’t think that would have worked.”
“You’re in love with me?”
“You’re my mate. I am positive about that. You smell like heaven to me. I know it’s a lot to take in. Vampires exist and we have mates. Want me to prove it to you?”
“Can you?”
“Yes, I can.
You moved closer to the headboard groaning a bit. Crowley was at your side in a second holding you down.
“Lucifer is very powerful and I’m afraid he bonded with you before I could stop him. I couldn’t fully sever the bond. Your body needs rest. Don’t move one bit. I will take care of you. May I touch you?”
You were taken back by his question. He had saved your life after all and now he was asking if it was okay to touch you? You were still frightened by what vampires were capable of. You saw Lucifer blow someone up before your very eyes. And to think you were bonded to him now. You wanted more than anything to be at home and for all of this to be just a bad dream. But it wasn’t and Crowley saved you. You felt safe with him even if he was a vampire. He smiled down at you as he gingerly took your hand in his. His touch was so gentle, you sighed at the feeling of his flesh on yours. Crowley closed his eyes and spoke to you in his mind.
“You are my true mate, you will be able to see the things I’ve done but I caution you, I’ve done bad things. I have been a monster but I hope maybe I don’t have to be anymore. I want to change and become a better man. I want you to know who I am.”
You gulped when you looked into his eyes seeing such love there. You closed your eyes as you suddenly saw everything that he had done. You saw his victims and his own mother cursing him. He wasn’t lying when he said he was a monster. You felt his loneliness and pain. You felt his struggle with his bloodlust. Then you saw today from his eyes, felt his feeling for you, felt his connection to you and you knew you were really safe. You squeezed his hand and gestured to the bed. Crowley walked around the bed, careful to not come too close. You moved over a tad to give him more room, groaning again. His eyes flashed red before turning to you.
“The only real way to sever the bond is -.”
“To mate with me?”
“Yes.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Crowley smiled back at you and shook his head.
“There is nothing I want more than to claim you and keep you safe but you need to be sure. There is no going back after this. I don’t think you can make a decision that will affect the rest of your life in two hours. Rest here. I will come back in the morning and if you still want to mate with me then, I will do so.”
You smiled back at him.
“How gentlemanly of you.”
He kissed the back of your head and teleported to the vampire council meeting. He felt you fall asleep and knew that you were safe there. His bodyguards and the warding wouldn’t let anyone in to cause you any harm. He sat on his throne as the vampires told him the issues of the day.
Pairing: Crowley x Reader (how shocking, I know. :) )
Word Count: 2,844
A/N: This was written for @kittenofdoomage’s Classic Movie Quotes Challenge with the prompt, “Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.” This was also written for @chelsea072498’s birthday challenge with the prompts; caramels, the number 37 and a stranger arrives claiming to have the fix to the main character’s problems. Happy b-day, hun. Hope you have an awesome one. Here’s some Crowley fluff with a few sexy scenes but no actual erotica. Xoxo-Lexie. Also on A03
Italics= thoughts and telepathic communication
You hated these things but they’d talk more if you didn’t go. You hated hobnobbing with all the people you hated in high school especially since you weren’t super successful and didn’t have a family. You knew they would throw all their accomplishments in your face the second you got through the door. You decided to don your favorite black dress so at least you’d look good. You went in there head held high. The sound of your high heels clicked on the gym floor as you walked to the check-in desk. Taking a deep calming breath you look up at the woman behind the desk smiling back at her.
“Name please.”
Off to a great start.
“Y/N.”
“Oh, my god. Yes. Of course. Wow, you’ve changed.”
Yeah, I look like a stone cold fox. Thanks, bitch. Yeah, too snotty.
“I know I look amazing, don’t I? Cute top.”
Yep, perfect note.
The girl stared up at you angrily. Yeah, Missy always hated it when people called her clothes, “cute.” She nearly shoved the nametag into your hand. You took it with a smile on your face and headed to your table. Of course, you would be seated next to all your former bullies because the universe is just like that. As you approached the table, you noticed a strange man in a nicely tailored suit with a dark gray paisley tie. Actually, if you were being honest with yourself, he was fucking gorgeous and boy did you want him right here under the bleachers. You gulped and smiled at the table. You sat down next to him. A seat was actually free right next to him. Maybe the universe wasn’t so bad after all. You gave him a nervous smile and he smirked at you. Fuck, that smirk spoke volumes and then he opened his mouth.
"I’m Crowley.“
You heard yourself telling him your name but honestly, you don’t remember doing it. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. You were totally enthralled by this stranger.
He had an accent. It was British. Holy fuck. He wasn’t a student here. You would have remembered a British student. So that meant he was someone’s date. Fuck.
“He’s actually my brother, “ the woman next to Crowley said,
Your cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. She must have said that in reference to you. Were you being that obvious? Oh, man. And wait a minute – did she just read your mind? The woman and Crowley shared a glance. An obnoxious blonde next to you became a bit jealous of your vicinity to the handsome stranger and decided to speak with you. Her voice was annoyingly high-pitched.
“Are you really at our table. Who are you?”
“Rude much Monica? It’s Y/N. Surely you remember me?”
“Oh yeah, the different kid always spending time alone thinking you were better than us. Huh. Wonder where you got that dress? You must be doing well for yourself. No ring on your finger?”
“Why does a woman need a man to define her?”
“Quite right,” Crowley added. He smiled against his whiskey glass.
“Only asked if you’re single.”
“What a scathing comeback. Tell me, homecoming Queen, two things. One, where’s your ring and two haven’t you grown up? We’re not in high school anymore.”
“I’m engaged. The ring is in the shop. It was a bit smaller than we thought. Grow up? I am grown up. Duh, I’m getting married.”
“Congratulations, then.”
“I don’t think you’ll be able to make it. They don’t accept your kind there.”
“Excuse me?”
“Cheap -.”
“I suggest you don’t finish that sentence, Monica was it?
Crowley nearly growled. She held his gaze and then something about him terrified her because she slipped back into her chair.
"Don’t listen to her, love. You’re special. I can see it. The way you carry yourself, the way you wear that dress, the way you think. You are a class above these peons. I just wish you believed it.”
You fought hard to not react. No one had ever told you that before. I mean, you told yourself that but for someone else to see what you saw about yourself – and wait he was in your mind again.
You slowly turned your head to him and he smirked.
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy”.
“So that’s a yes.”
He turned to you and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. His eyes roved over your face, focusing on your lips. You unconsciously licked them. His tongue dove out of his mouth to lick his own lips. Then he turned his head back to the conversation.
The woman Crowley came with started talking to Stu. She seemed to cozy up to him.
“Nice jersey.”
"Thanks. I really love football but since my injury, I can’t play anymore. My favorite player’s jersey is number 37. Best team ever – the Chicago Bulls and Callahan, Bryce is the best player.
"Sports are so overrated don’t you think?”
“Totally, ” you said smiling back at Crowley.
Crowley put one of his hands on yours. He stroked the top of it while he smiled at you before he took your hand in his. “His sister,” looked tense but he nodded her off.
“You look gorgeous in that dress. It hugs all your-.”
“I have no idea how you’re talking to me in my mind right now. But stop it. You came with-.”
“How I wish I was on your arm…I could-.”
“Y/N?”
“Yes.”
“Is she daydreaming?”
“OMG. She was always doing that in class. So distracting. One hot guy and she’s lost.”
Crowley growled. Fucking growled at the insult. You could have sworn his eyes flashed red. His sister placed her hand on his.
“Why don’t we stop sniping at each other and play a fun game instead. Who’s with me?”
Everyone was jumping at the chance but something about her made you hesitate.
“How about we go around the room and each list things we would desperately want.”
“I’ll go first. I want you to get a life.”
Crowley stared at the girl white knuckling the table. He desperately wanted to kill her but he needed her to make a wish first. His trainee was nervous that the King of the Crossroads was so angry. He must like the human sitting next to him. But why? Y/N was just a human, nothing special. But the whole thing was above her pay grade so she quickly forgot it.
“Monica. I told you before to stop. We need everyone to list things.”
“We can fix all your problems. Just wish them away.”
“Fine. I’d like money. Lots of it and all the finer things in life. Oh, and if we’re talking fantasies how about a famous actor as a husband. That would be amazing.”
“What happened to your fiancé?”
“Please, I’d be marrying a star. Upgrade.”
"Uh, I’d want to relive my glory days and play football again obviously.”
“Knowledge – like I want to know everything. Have a lot of degrees and spend my time writing academic papers.”
Monica rolled her eyes. Crowley looked bored with the wishes waiting anxiously to see what you would ask for.
“I’d like a creative job that pays well.”
“Oh, how about this one: I can eat anything I want and stay a size 2.”
“And you, Y/N, what would you like?” All eyes were on you and honestly, it was a little daunting.
“Nothing. Just a good happy, healthy life.”
“There has to be something you want even if it’s something small.”
“Go on dear. I’m intrigued to hear what you’d like. I can offer so many things. I can fix all your problems,” Crowley offered.
You were starting to get uneasy. Crowley and the woman next to him sounded like pushy salespeople but what the hell were they selling? That was really the question.
“Um… Ok. A man who will love me for me and for a title. Mrs, the best…., mom, something just a title and a happy life. Basically, a life that’s my own and a place where I feel I belong.”
Crowley was impressed by your wish. You were such a fascinating creature. You were gorgeous, great at witty repartee, unique and not materialistic. You asked for love and a title. How innocent. Selling her soul for love. There’s something so bittersweet about that.
“Love you for you? I can do that. That isn’t a problem dear. I can fix everyone’s problems in a heartbeat. Everything comes with a price though.”
“You could-.”
“I take people as they are. No sense in changing them. Though I wonder why that is such a problem for you… hiding anything? Kinky? Dark? Why wouldn’t they love you for you?”
“GET OUT OF MY HEAD.”
“And go where?”
You see Crowley walk around the table, pulling your chair out forcefully and pulling you to his chest. His hands wind around your hair and he kisses you passionately. You can taste the whiskey on his breath. Feel his cock slowly grinding against your clothed core. “
You gasp, trying to cover a moan that desperately wanted to come out. No one has seemed to notice. Crowley is curiously sitting in the chair next to you like he never moved. It must have been in your head. You feel a warm breath on your back and feel someone nibbling your ear. A hand reaches down your body into your panties to rub on your clit and then just as suddenly it’s gone. Crowley winks at you, leaving you a confused panting mess.
“I can make you feel amazing, pet. Just give in to me. I promise that this whole table, all the people that teased you and made high school hell for you will have what’s coming to them. Their fates are already sealed. But I can save you if you want to be saved?”
“Saved from what?”
“From the consequences of my help.”
“That’s rather ominous. You’ve intrigued me so why not. Let’s see what you got.”
“Very well consider it done.”
“I have no idea who you are but you’re a hoot. Consider it done. What are you a demon or something? A wishmaster? Hilarious.”
The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Wishes, demon, mind powers. You choked on your water. His eyes returned to you, filled with concern. His hand drifted out towards you fixing the problem immediately. You withdrew your hand quickly looking into his eyes with fear.
“Clever, girl. I am a demon but trust me, I have no intention of hurting you. You intrigue me too, dear, and it isn’t every day that a human does that. This is my job after all and I’m giving you a freebie.“
Soon afterwards everyone drifts away, some go home, some go to the dance floor. You decide to go, too, but before you could, Crowley pulls you aside nearly dragging you to the bleachers. He hands you two caramels.
“This is very important. You have to listen to me and remember it. I mean you no harm but if you forget what I’m telling you, I won’t be able to save you. I will be back in 10 years. You will know when I’m back because there will be sounds of a hound, snarling and growling, yet you won’t see the hound. The second … and I mean the exact second you hear the growling, you eat the caramels. Understood?”
You nodded your head slowly and looked down at the candy. Before you could ask any more questions you found yourself alone in your car.
That night really shook you up. You didn’t know if you believed what happened. Maybe it was just a really vivid daydream? Whatever it was, you couldn’t shake the need to carry the caramels in your pocket no matter where you were or with whom.
You tried to shake off the man you met years ago as a feverish dream. But what if he wasn’t? It was true that everyone got what they asked for. They were all so happy, so content. Stu even played for the Chicago Bears. No idea how Crowley pulled that off and Monica married her favorite actor. But you never found a guy who accepted you. You didn’t get a title and your life wasn’t any different. Was that because you were meant for Crowley? That idea made you afraid but also so excited that a man, a being like that, could be that intrigued by you.
You had an awful lot of sleepless night wondering what the consequences would be and how caramels would save you. You stayed up reading as you usually did and the second it turned midnight you heard growling. You thought maybe you had fallen asleep and it was just another nightmare, but you were wide-awake. You were confused and went out to the balcony looking down at the ground but you saw nothing. The growling intensified and you saw the dining room table knock over. Whatever it was, was getting closer. You could feel its warm breath on you. You immediately started chewing on the caramels two at a time. You started running around your apartment trying to suck the caramels as quickly as possible. You ran to the kitchen to get a weapon and ran out quickly brandishing a pot. You hit one of the invisible dogs but another one charged into you throwing you to the ground making you swallow the rest of the caramels. It was a wonder you didn’t choke. You slowly turned your head to the side trying to get your face always from the dog. You were shivering with fear with an invisible dog on top of you. Crowley really was a demon. And this is what happens when you wish. Shit. Where was he? Didn’t he say he would protect you?
Gulping, you slowly turned your face towards the hound. The dog seemed to be smelling you, actually smelling you. Then it bowed its head to you and walked off only to come back to you. You moved back hitting a table leg in the process. The dog moved tentatively forward and licked your palm. You were so shocked you couldn’t move until you heard a whistle and saw Crowley.
“Good girl Juliet.
Crowley bent down to pet his favorite hellhound.
“I didn’t want you harmed.”
“Your dog licked me.”
“The caramels, dear. They had a little extra kick to them. So the dogs would recognize you as mine. I never leave anything to chance.”
“Yours? I belong to no one.”
“Feisty tonight are we? Is that any way to talk to your King?”
“King?”
“A lot happens in ten years. I was King of the Crossroads then but now I’m the KING of Hell. And you, pet, are quite special and indeed mine.”
You quirk your eyebrow at him.
“Darling, I’ve been around for many centuries. Trust me, I will give you pleasure you’ve never imagined. I can show things you’ve only dreamed of. You will want for nothing. I will protect you from everything.”
“Why?”
“Because I find you interesting. Or you could stay here and live your life on earth and I’ll walk away.”
“So I get a free pass.”
“Sort of. I’m a very jealous and possessive man and I wanted you. I could give you a title and a place where you belong, by my side. But I thought that you needed some time. So I looked after you, made sure you were happy, got the job you wanted, made sure you could get that vacation at the beach you so desperately wanted. I’ve been taking care of you hoping that you would choose me in the end. Your deal is for me. I’m your man if you’ll have me. And if not, then I will leave you to your life.”
You couldn’t believe what he was telling you. The King of Hell wanted you. You did wonder how you got all those things but you just thought it was good luck. Crowley was watching over you, protecting you and keeping you happy for ten years. Wow. And he was giving you a choice to go with him. You looked at his outstretched hand and placed your hand in his. If he existed, the world was a lot darker than you thought and having someone to protect you might be better. You honestly couldn’t think of a better future than with Crowley in your arms.
“We’re going to hell, aren’t we.”
“We are.”
“My car’s out back. I’d love to know how one gets to hell. Let’s drive on the highway to hell like the song.
Crowley quirked an eyebrow
“No highway? Okay, a road to hell?”
“Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.”
Confusion was written all over your face,
Taking your hand you appeared in a gorgeously decorated bedroom with rose petals on the bed and a King looking at you with curiosity and longing.
A/N: This was written for @mysupernaturalfics and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s We Can Write Better Writing Challenge. Yay! This was so fun to write. I hope you guys like it. I picked the Bedroom Restraints Kit from the list. :) I also wrote this for @one-shots-supernatural’s Hiatus Writing Challenge week 18 with the prompt, “With this face, I can get away with anything.” Shameless, long kinky erotica with a Dom!reader, and Sub!Crowley. Enjoy ;) Also on A03
Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Word Count: 3,159
Crowley grabbed the back of your head muttering “Mine” against your lips before he kissed you with everything he had. The sheets slipped down over your body as you threw your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. Crowley moving back looking at you with red eyes as he growled, throwing down the rest of the sheet. His eyes hungrily roved over your naked body. He gently pushed you back on the bed hovering over you, his hard cock leaking pre-cum on your thigh. He closed his eyes and ground his cock against your pussy. His mouth fell to your neck breathing you in. You always smelled like his own little piece of heaven.
“You ready, love?”
“Yes, my king… Please. I need you inside me.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me senseless?”
“Very good. Now how could I refuse such a lovely request?
You guided his cock into you slowly until he filled you up to the hilt. You let out a breathy moan. He groaned, waiting a moment for you to adjust to his large cock and the delicious way it was stretching you. He closed his eyes enjoying your tight walls wrapping around his huge cock. Crowley’s eyes were on you studying all the expressions on your face. Every time you moaned, Crowley’s eyes went red, pleased that he could have this effect on you.
Someone knocked on the door as you’re moaning Crowley’s name super loudly. Crowley lets out a frustrated growl, which pulls your attention to the door. You looked up at him confused. Crowley, in turn, doesn’t stop and actually thrusts into you faster and faster. His eyes stayed red, which you loved.
“Bugger off, I’m with my Queen.”
You both hear a doorknob sound. Crowley looks to the door with a murderous glint in his eyes. How dare a minion bother him!
“I gave you a direct order to get out. What is so bloody important?”
The female demon, Angela gives you the once over seeming unimpressed but you don’t miss the jealousy in her eyes. Crowley notices the way she looks at you and he growls.
“I’m sure you’ve met my Queen, Angela.”
Angela snorts in response, which makes Crowley’s red eyes return.
He begrudgingly slips out of you, throwing the covers over your naked body and snapping himself clothes.
The demon walks forward slipping Crowley a paper and his eyes widen as he looks it over. You glare at the demon as you hug the sheets to your body. Crowley slowly looks up into Angela’s eyes anger written all over his face.
“This is all good and well but this could have waited.”
“You told me to come and let you know right away.”
“I know what I told you because I told it to you. Don’t quote back my phrases to me. And I didn’t mean when I am with my Queen!”
“Sir, if I may. You’re our King. We look to you for guidance and you choose a hunter as your Queen? Surely there are enough female demons to choose from? Can a human satisfy you? Human playthings are so fragile.”
“Excuse me?”
The demon had the stupidity to raise her eyebrow at the King.
“I’ll have you know that she is my Queen – not my plaything! I don’t have consorts. She’s the only woman I will ever need. I am your King and no one questions their King.”
He snapped his fingers and destroyed her on the spot. Crowley moved over to the bed placing a heated kiss on your lips.
“I love you Y/N, my Queen. I wanted to spend the day in bed with you. I was planning to go back to our previous activities but the annoying, insolent demon was correct. I do need to attend to this quickly. I will return very soon and we’ll pick this up where we left off.”
“You can count on it. Could you zap me to our apartment on earth? I think I need a break from hell.”
“None of what she said is true.”
“I-I know Crowley. I just-.”
“Say no more. Take a rest, you’ll need it.”
Crowley placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and like that, he left.
You were looking forward to seeing him again but you went through the day with a lingering sadness. What Angela said haunted you. She actually thought you were a plaything and that Crowley could do better? You had no idea why you felt insecure. Crowley never gave you a reason to feel that way. On the contrary, he reminded you of his deep love you almost every day but you just couldn’t shake what she said. Maybe the demon was right somehow. So tonight you’d prove it to both you and Crowley that you could take care of your King better than any demon.
You spent the rest of the day getting ready for your King. The second he came through the door, you smiled, excited in anticipation to see how the night would go. Crowley was just about to snap you back to hell when you held his hand in yours.
“Let’s stay here. No interruptions this way. Just trust me, Crowley, you’re going to love this.”
Crowley raised his eyebrows at that. You pushed him back into the wall by the door, your hands on the lapels of his suit.
“I’m going to make you feel wonderful. I’m going to show you how a human woman can worship the King of Hell. Tonight let’s try something different. Let your mistress take care of you.”
“Mistress? Are you suggesting you’re going to control ME? The King? You think you can get away with that?
You winked at Crowley
“With this face, I can get away with anything.”
Crowley was about to protest but one look into your pleading eyes and he nodded his head.
“Just this one time, pet. You’re in charge. Do whatever you want to me.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
You talked about each other’s kinks a while ago and were quite shocked to find that sometimes Crowley liked a woman to take charge in the bedroom. Who knew? He was hesitant to tell you that kink of his and you had to get the King quite drunk for him to confess. He liked being in charge all the time about everything so you planned to enjoy this, sure that you probably wouldn’t get another chance. You would have done this a while ago but you were never really comfortable with your dominant side. You liked being a sub too much. You tried to come up with sexy dialogue a domme would say but it always sounded cheesy to you. But tonight you were in the right frame of mind to pull this off.
You smiled at him and slowly took his tie off. You grazed it over his shirt sliding it all the way down his body lightly grazing his clothed cock. You took the tie in your hands and spun him around as you tied the tie over his eyes. You palmed his cock over his pants.
“We got interrupted last time just when I was screaming from how deliciously you were fucking me with this cock. This huge throbbing cock pounding into me. Your red eyes bearing down on me. Fuck. If I close my eyes, I can remember how you felt stretching me. You know, I’ve been thinking about this the whole day. About the things, I would do to you. I’m going to make you scream my name, baby. How does that feel? “
“I had no idea you had this side to you.”
“Jealousy is a powerful motivator.”
“Please, that woman has nothing on you.”
“She sure doesn’t. Make sure you don’t mention that demon again. She’s dead and you are MINE! Do as I tell you, sub. I’ll show everyone that a human can make the King of Hell scream. How does that sound?”
“Fucking wonderful.”
“Who’s my good boy?”
“I am, Mistress.”
“Very good.”
“Take your clothes off. NOW. Before I rip them off and I know how you like your suit.”
“You minx.”
Crowley is about to snap his clothes off but you shake your head.
“No powers. Use your fingers and take your clothes off nice and slow.”
Your mouth waters as you see him peel off his clothes and you inhale sharply when he’s completely naked in front of you. Your eyes rove over his body. A mischievous glint comes over you as you take his hand and lead him to the doorway of your bedroom. You shove him into the room hard nearly making him fall down as you lock the door behind you. You walk confidently up to him, your clothed body leaning forward on his naked one. You gently shove him back and he walks backwards until his legs hit the bed. You both climb on the King-sized bed and you smile down at him. You reach out and place his arms and legs into the Bedroom Restraints.
“Restraints, really?”
“Don’t think I won’t spank you or do you like whips instead? Be a good boy and speak when you’re spoken to. You’re mine now and not only are you restrained, but there’s a devil’s trap over your head so sit back and relax sugar.”
Crowley opens his mouth but you kiss him passionately before he can say anything. You pull back and straddle him.
“You look so beautiful naked and tied up at my mercy. Do you like being at my mercy, Crowley?
“Very much, Y/N.”
“You know, I think I might even fuck you with the blindfold on. You can feel my warm pussy hugging your cock, feel my breath ghosting over your body, but you can’t see me and you can’t touch me. You can just feel me.”
“How would you like that? I promise I’ll make you cum hard.”
Crowley growls.
“Ohh you like the idea, pet?”
“Very much, Mistress. Please touch me, Mistress.”
“Are you begging me already? The King driven to begging a human? What a pretty sight. Surely you can do better than that though? What do you want? Do you want my lips wrapped around your cock?”
“ Yes. Please, mistress. Please, can you suck my cock? I need to feel your lips on your cock, your tongue licking-.”
“How naughty you are. You’re making me wet already. Good boy. My lips it is.”
You slid farther down his body watching the little shutters and tremors he made. You lick the head of his cock and feel him jerk at the sudden stimulation. You grab onto his thighs opening his legs farther as your lips slowly start to bob up and down his cock. You’re only taking half of his cock in your mouth and it’s driving Crowley crazy. He pulls desperately on the restraints wanting to push your head all the way down his cock. You keep bobbing your head up and down ignoring Crowley’s frustrated growls. A few minutes later, you pull your lips completely off his cock deciding to lick every inch of his cock instead. One of your hands slid up from his thighs to massage his balls. Crowley lets out a breathy sigh and you know you’ve got him. You smile as your lips descend on his cock taking him all the way down your throat. Crowley lets out a surprised moan. You relax your throat swallowing around his cock. You stay there for as long as you can before moving away to breathe. You do the same thing four times watching him grunt and moan. He bucks his hips but you hold on to his thighs for dear life. You even go so far as to slap him on his left thigh.
“Be a good boy and stay still.”
“Please, I need-
“What do you need, pet?”
Even in his desperate state, he smiled when you called him pet.
“Friction. Please”
“You’re needy today for a sub. Lay there and take it. Trust me, I’ll get you off.”
Crowley growls and you chuckle.
“When the tables are reversed. I’m going to punish you for teasing me and I’m going to fuck you everywhere in this damn house hard enough for you to remember you belong to me.”
“That sounds delicious. Can’t wait, pet. You’re very mouthy for a sub.”
You twist his nipples and he sighs. He secretly loves this side of you and the small bit of pain you’re giving him. Your hand then travels down his body and you spank him twice hard on the same cheek.
“Stop testing me, sub.
Crowley growls but stays nothing.
“Good boy.”
You return your lips to his cock, his whole cock going down your throat. You bob your head up and down his cock faster and faster watching his eyes and body. You can tell he’s close. You can see the sweat on his brow, the shuttering breaths he’s taking. Fuck, he’s even arching off the bed slightly. He’s desperate to get out of the restraints but can’t. You stop suddenly sitting back on your heels as you wait for his orgasm to die down. Then you return and do the same thing over and over again working him up into a frenzy.
“I need to cum. Please. You said-”
“I said I would put my lips on your cock. I never promised that I would make you come right away. I promised eventually. If you cum the party ends and we have more fun scheduled.”
He’s sweating all over and his fists are in balls. His body is so tense, he desperately needs to cum. You move up his body until your pussy is directly over his mouth.
“You know what to do.”
Crowley groaned at the smell of your pussy on his face. Your hands shot up to the headboard as you held on to it.
“No teasing Crowley. Get straight to the good stuff.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Crowley licked a stripe up and down your pussy, his tongue pressing down on your clit. You needed his cock inside you. You felt so bare with just his tongue on you but you needed to wait. You needed Crowley needy even more than he already was. You wanted him to beg you to fuck him. You white-knuckled the headboard as Crowley kept licking and sucking on your clit. You bowed your head down eyes closed breathing hard. The pressure of his tongue felt so good and suddenly you grabbed his head and pulled him back off your pussy. You didn’t want to cum just yet. You carefully lowered yourself back down hovering over his cock. You just stayed there waiting staring at the blindfolded Crowley. At your King.
“Mistress?”
“Yes, sub? How can momma help you?”
Crowley gulped. When he spoke, his voice sounded absolutely wrecked and emotional. It was music to your ears. You made Crowley submit to you.
“Please. Please fuck me. Please. I need to come. I’ll do anything you want. Please fuck me.”
“A demon who tells a human anything. Tsk, tsk dear you were a crossroads demon. Don’t give it away that easy. But your mistress likes how you plead. I’d be happy to fuck you senseless.”
You slowly line up his cock with your wet entrance sliding down until he’s completely inside you. You moan loudly and your head temporarily falls on his chest. Crowley takes a deep breath trying to calm himself and to sniff your hair. He always did love your shampoo. You then move up confident, and happy as you place your hands on his chest and move up and down his long cock starting off slow to adjust. You leaned back enjoying the new angle. You ran your hands over your breasts massaging them and tweaking your nipples. You bounced up and down his cock calling out his name.
“I know you can’t see this but I’m touching myself thinking of you, of your big hands cupping my breasts, massaging them twisting my nipples hard, hard enough for me to curl my toes.”
Crowley moaned.
You leaned back holding onto his thighs. In no time you started fucking him so hard the headboard was making sounds as it hit the wall. You reached down grabbing onto his arm restraints as you rocked back and forth faster and faster spiraling to your orgasm. You leaned down and bit and sucked on his neck hard enough to give him a sizeable hickey. You leaned back observing the mark and improving upon it until it was just the right color.
“You always love marking me. I thought I’d return the favor. This way I know you’ll never forget that who you belong to.”
He thrust up into you at that moment.
“Fuck.”
One of your hands went to grab onto his hair.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, mistress.”
“Name please.”
“Fuck. Y/N/ I belong to you Y/N. Only you. You’re all I’ll ever need or want.”
“And you’re all I’ll ever want and need. Good boy. Now would you like to come?”
Crowley thrust up again
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
You reached down with one hand grabbing Crowley’s throat and giving a light squeeze as you whispered, “Cum for your mistress. Cum now with me.”
You rocked faster and faster and you both came, you screaming Crowley’s name and he growling yours. You came so hard you thought you’d pass out. Your whole body felt tired but you kept riding him until both your orgasms died down. Your head slumped onto Crowley’s chest and you closed your eyes enjoying the fleeting feeling of pleasure that was coursing throughout your entire body. You stayed there, feeling his warmth and enjoying the moment. You heard him rattle the restraints and you knew you’d have to let him out. You grinned as you undid the restraints one by one. You slowly took a knife out of your drawer and threw it into the ceiling breaking the trap. Crowley snapped his fingers and the tie was across the room, you were both cleaned up and he was on top of you.
“Who knew my little girl could control Daddy so well.”
“You liked it?”
“More than you know, pet. Rest up, love because tomorrow daddy’s in control again.”
You whimpered as he ground his cock over your sensitive pussy. Crowley’s eyes darkened but he quickly hugged you.
“You didn’t need to prove anything to me. You’re an amazing woman and I feel lucky that you’re my Queen. Trust me when I say that no one has ever made me cum harder than you have. I love you Y/N”
“ Love you too Crowley. I feel lucky to be the one that holds the King of Hell’s heart.”
“That you do indeed, dear. Rest now.”
And you fell asleep in Crowley’s arms, safe and loved.
SPN Writing Challenge/ @roxy-davenport vs. @chuckshvrley
Prompt: jack-o-lantern
Pairing: Crowley x child!reader
Word Count: 1,943
Tags: Crowley angst and fluff
Warnings: Um… none aside from the reader’s parents dying in the very beginning but otherwise, it’s a very fluffy Crowley story. The reader is nine-years-old.
A/N: This was written for the last challenge by @spnwritingchallenge.I am sorry to see this monthly challenge go but I loved taking part in it every month and I wish you guys only the best. xoxo -Lexie Also on AO3
Fear was running rampant through your system. You could hear your own quickening heartbeat. Adrenalin was the only reason you were able to move. Everything around you faded out and all you could hear were your parents’ screams.
“Run,” your mother said.
And you did run, right into the closet only taking one small detour to grab a few essentials. You locked yourself in the closet and hoped this would work. A few minutes ago, you were all sitting down to a nice family dinner and then “they” barged in. They had strange knives and weapons. They said your parents did horrible things and they were here for revenge. Maybe they did do things but they were still your parents after all. One of the men was clearly possessed, at least from what your mother taught you of ghosts. No one stood a chance against what you assumed to be hunters, especially ghost- fueled ones. Why hadn’t your mother taught you how to fight back when hunters break in?
You shivered in the closet. Screams were echoing in the hallway behind you. They would find you any minute. You hurriedly put all the ingredients together cutting yourself a little. Blood spells were the most powerful at least that’s what your mother told you. You could hear footsteps approaching the small closet. You screamed, worried that there just wasn’t enough time. The men were talking to you. One of them had his hand on the doorknob. You cowered expecting to meet the same fate as your parents when suddenly you ended up in a strange room.
You appeared in the room still screaming and cowering. It was quite a sight to behold. The floor was cold and on first inspection made of stone. There were lots of people all around you, looking at you. It made you feel suffocated almost. The spell had to have worked since this clearly wasn’t your home anymore. This was what hell looked like? Where was the fire? The brimstone? You were utterly confused.
Suddenly one by one everyone in the room changed their eye color to completely black or red depending on their status. Your dad had black eyes. He explained to you a little about demons. He told you he was a freelancer and didn’t serve any King. You gulped now as you looked into their eyes. There was a big chair, a throne really in the front of the room. The man sitting on it looking confused yet intrigued. Maybe teleporting to Hell wasn’t such a great idea?
“Would someone like to tell me how a nine-year-old child teleports to Hell?
“All the safeguards are in place, sir.”
“Are they now? Then how did she get here!?”
“Magic,” you answered in a scared squeaky voice.
Crowley narrowed his eyes and looked you up and down not quite believing your story.
“There is an old advanced ritual to teleport here, sir.”
“I am quite aware of that but I am sure you are all aware that if it’s so bloody easy to get in here, my dear mother might come here as well.”
There were several hushed whispers and gasps.
“I suggest you fix the problem. NOW.”
“Of course, sir.”
Crowley slowly turned his attention back to you.
“Witchcraft…hmm. Well, aren’t you a very special little girl.”
You took your strange knife out of your pocket. Your mother told you it was special and it would protect you from a lot of powerful beings. It looked strange and had weird symbols on it. The second you pulled it out Crowley squinted, completely confused about how a nine-year got hold of a demon knife.
“Who the hell is this kid?”
You were terrified with these men all around you but your mother always told you that you were more powerful than anyone knew and all you had to do was believe it. So the look in your eyes was one of fury masking all fear. The demons around you were actually quite shocked. A demon moved out of the corner of your eye and the knife flew out of your hands and into the air killing him. The knife then returned back to your hand.
“My parents were killed in front of me by hunters so you best back off.”
Crowley smirked at the tough girl routine in a girl your age. You had real power, raw potential, and an anger that rivaled his own. You would make a fine princess of Hell, a true heir. You were nothing like Amara; a brat that grew up so fast he couldn’t build a bloody connection. No, you were different, malleable and pleasantly dark. Your parents were killed by hunters? How intriguing. He had to know more about you. He didn’t like the demon that you killed anyway so you actually did him a favor.
“I didn’t tell you to start attacking the girl. I’m the King but you all think you can make up the bloody rules as you go along?”
You stared back at him throwing your shoulders back and standing up straighter.
“But sir, she killed-.”
“I never instructed anyone to harm her. Do try and keep up. He acted of his own free-will, thus endangering himself. Period. EVERYONE GET OUT, NOW!”
Everyone ran away hurriedly not wanting to anger the King any more than he already was. He was sure there would be talk around the demonic water cooler so to speak. He was in the middle of a meeting when suddenly a child shows up, kills one of his minions and all Crowley does is kick everyone out. Damn, he could smell a rebellion on his hands. He’d have to kill a bunch of demons later.
“You are quite the nine-year-old child.”
“I’m nine going on 10, demon.”
“Tsk, tsk, dear. Respect your elders. I’m the King of Hell, Crowley.”
“The King… of Hell.”
You weren’t expecting that though you should have, with a throne in front of you. Of course, he’s the King. You gulped audibly. Getting on his bad side wasn’t a good idea even with your powers. You curtseyed like you saw in the movies.
“Nice to meet you, Crowley. Can I call you Crowley?”
“Of course, dear. It’s nice to see that some youth are still taught manners.”
“I’m Y/N.”
“That’s a beautiful name for a captivating young lady such as yourself.”
Crowley didn’t want to spook you. You had lowered your knife and you relaxed your stance a bit. You were even talking to him. All good signs. He was making you feel safe.
“How did you get here, little lamb?”
“A spell. My parents… two hunters got them. I hid and did a spell and wham.”
“So you teleported yourself here? As my demon said before, that’s upper- level magic, dear.”
“My mom was a witch. I learned the craft from her when I was five. My dad’s a demon. Black-eyed.”
Crowley smirked at your classification of his minions.
“He was a freelancer.” You said answering Crowley’s unasked question.
You were powerful indeed if you could predict his line of questioning. He couldn’t mess up here. He had to get you on his side. He put his hands up and slowly left his throne. Your eyes widened in fear and you clutched the knife. He slowly inched over to you, making his movement slow and fluid. When he was in front of you, there was no masking the fear and some tears ran down your cheeks. He smiled a smile that never reached his eyes. He knew what it was to be an orphan after all. He wiped the tears away and you collapsed in his arms dropping your knife. Crowley was a bit taken aback, not used to feeling emotions. Before he knew it he hugged you close to him. You cried for everything that had happened and the ramifications of what it would mean going forward. Crowley let you cry. He wished it wasn’t his favorite suit but so be it. That’s why he kept making demon tailors. After a long time, he looked in your eyes and spoke to you softly.
“You’re safe here with me. I will keep you safe, little lamb. I will teach you how to control your powers. You can be the Princess of Hell. Would you like that?”
You were so overcome with everything that had happened that you could only manage a slow nod of your head. You took a deep breath closed your eyes and steadied yourself before you spoke again.
“I would like that very much but…there’s something I need to do first. I know you can protect me. My mom was right to tell me to go to the hell if anything happened. But those hunters… one of them was possessed, I think. I don’t want to have to look over my shoulder. I want the ghost to go away. It’s Halloween and…. can we…. Can we go pumpkin picking?”
“I’d love to.”
Crowley snapped his fingers and a demon appeared.
“Yes, sir?”
“The mansion – make it child-friendly, please.”
“Of course, sir.”
The demon bowed respectfully and left in a hurry. Crowley looked down at you and offered you his hand teleporting you both to the pumpkin fields. He had no idea what you saw when you looked at the pumpkins. To him, they all looked the same but to you each one was different; some had leaves, some had minor imperfections and some were huge while others small. You picked the biggest one that had leaves on it proudly presenting it to your adopted father. Your adopted father, the King of Hell. That fact alone left you speechless and beyond happy. No one would dare hurt you again. He had an inkling why you wanted to come here and he knew that he had to let you do. Crowley proudly held the pumpkin for you, taking you both back to his opulent chambers. He placed the pumpkin in front of you handing you your demon knife, choosing in this moment, to trust you. You happily carved the pumpkin alongside Crowley who gave you tips on how to create the most terrifying jack-o-lantern. He occasionally read your mind to see that he had indeed already won you over.
“I’m finished. Crowley, can you teleport us up top? I need to place this by a window.”
“Of course, dear.”
Crowley placed you in an elegant hotel room. He carried your jack-o-lantern gently over to the window and lit the candle. You ran over to turn the lights off, watching the light from the candle eerily flicker across the room. You stared out the window lost in thought about your future and what had happened, not paying any attention to the people outside in their Halloween costumes.
Suddenly a shadow enveloped the room blocking the light from the candle and you looked up to see the two hunters. Crowley could see your fear and nearly growled at the two men. The possessed hunter smiled until he noticed the jack-o-lantern in the window. As in the lore of Halloween, the spirit was afraid of it and promptly ran away. The other hunter just laughed at the jack-o-lantern, inching closer to the hotel room. That is until he saw Crowley step out from behind you to grab your little hand. He wasn’t going to go up against the King of Hell. He turned to leave but before his feet hit the pavement, Crowley snapped his fingers, killing him on the spot.
“No living in fear anymore, dear.”
“No fear. Let’s go home.” you said, taking his hand.
A/N: Smut and fluff. ;) I am a huge fan of Loudan Swain and this “Cool If I Come Over” is one of my all-time favorite songs by them. This was written for @mrswhozeewhatsis‘s Louden Swain SPN Writing Challenge. I think this challenge was a great idea and I am so happy I could take part in it. I hope you guys like this. I am completely OK with you giving this to the band.
Crowley sensed you were up and turned to face you. You stretched your arms and arched your back pushing yourself into the strong arms of your boyfriend, Crowley. He, in turn, ground his hips against yours.
“Mmmm someone’s trying to start something, aye?”
“Is it working?”
“It always works, baby.”
Crowley pushes you onto your back taking off your tank top. His hands slowly glide over your body. He hovers over you. The look that you’ve grown to love comes over his face, a hungry devouring look. He licks his lips before his mouth descends on your neck. He nibbles just a bit before sucking hard to create a pretty durable hickey. You were the King’s woman and he needed to make sure the Winchesters and his demons remembered that. He looked at you with lust-blown eyes. He kept looking at you as his hand went lower and lower until his finger pressed into your clit and your head went back onto the pillows. He kept his hand on your clit while he whispered in your ear.
“I fucking need you now. The King needs to fuck you.”
“Mgmhh.”
“You like me pressing into your clit.”
“Yes.”
“Well, it’s just to get you ready to take my huge cock. Can you imagine it entering your sweet little pussy?”
You took a shuttering breath and a moan escaped from your lips.
“Fuck, Crowley.”
Crowley smirked as you kept pressing into your clit. He gently guided your hand into his pants.
“You feel that. It’s rock hard. It’s all for you. You better cum little girl cause I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
And like magic, you came hard against his fingers. Crowley smirked and took your hand out of his pants as he pushed you back down on the bed. He snapped his fingers and you were both naked. He reached down to take out his fat wallet and pulled out a condom wrapper.
“I don’t think we want any Cambions right now.”
“I do want to have kids with you but yeah, not right now.”
Crowley looked into your eyes as he slowly slid the ribbed condom over his length.
“Fuck me, my King.”
“Naughty little minx. Talking dirty at the get-go, aye?”
“Technically you started it.”
Crowley entered you to the hilt. You both closed your eyes and breathed in.
“Heaven is being with you. And trust me I know what hell is.”
“Witty dirty talk. Yep, that’s you, babe.”
Crowley smirked as he slowly moved inside you. You grumbled under him and he knew exactly what you wanted.
“You’d like it faster right, pet?”
Crowley didn’t miss a beat before he went just a little faster.
“Fuck, Crowley… yes.”
“I know all the spots you like. Like that one and this one and if I play with your nipples a little. A little twist here and a little lick there and-.”
You moaned his name loudly and grabbed his hair to try in vain to hold him to one spot.
“Yeah, that’s the reaction I thought you’d give me. Now how to make you cum. Hmm?”
Crowley’s hands traveled from your nipples to massage your breasts and then play with your belly button
“That isn’t where you want my hand is it?”
“No.”
“How about this?”
His hand traveled to your clit and his cock moved inside you faster than before, each thrust hitting your g-spot dead on. He bent down to take a nipple in his mouth and nipped it as his eyes bore into yours and you didn’t need any more words. You came hard triggering Crowley to cum as well. He placed his head on your shoulder before kissing you lightly and slowly coming out of you. He disposed of the condom in the bin by the bed.
Crowley played your body like a violin. He knew every spot that felt good and exactly what it did to you. He was the most attentive lover and you never came as hard as you did with Crowley. You could see a future with this man and these moments of just staying in bed with the man that you loved were like heaven.
I been looking for you, looking for me
Your show is almost over
And you’re stuck in your seat
Here we go
I been holding out, cause you’re holding the key
Is it cool if I come over
And see if you’re into me
Crowley really looked at you and you at him. He gently took a strand of hair away from your eyes.
“I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you, too, Crowley.”
He moved you towards him in a tight embrace and you both closed your eyes just content to be in the moment.
I conjure on your morning routine
Loud alarm that sounds your day
I know it involves a bit of sun cream
And a mask to keep the wolves at bay
The moment was rudely interrupted by the blaring sound of an alarm clock. You’re pretty sure the whole neighborhood heard that. Groaning you reach over to turn it off and it falls on its head stopping the sound but essentially breaking it.
“That’s a new record for broken alarm clocks and for waking up again before it even went off.”
“Tell me why you have to leave this early again?”
“Well, I have to eat and go to the bathroom. Humans literally can’t spend the entire time in bed.”
“Aren’t you a little comedian.”
“I know you’re not going to like this but I’m doing research, just research, not hunting for Sam and Dean.
Crowley makes a loud growling sound.
“I have a morning meeting with them so blame them and their schedule.”
“Would you have told me if I didn’t ask?”
“Crowley, I have never lied to you nor have I ever kept anything from you. I just wanted to save the drama for when I could run out the door.”
“ Thanks for your honesty.”
You gave him a dopey smile in response.
“No hunting, promise, and I will be back for our 2 year anniversary. Nothing can keep me away from that. Besides, don’t you have meetings in hell?”
“I do but they’re not till the afternoon.”
You raise your eyebrows.
“I’m the King and I refuse to have morning meetings ever.”
“That’s my Crowley.”
You straddled Crowley and kissed him passionately before sliding off the bed entirely and running off to the shower.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice the change in subject,” Crowley stated.
“I could never get one over on you, sweetie.”
“No hunting, right?”
“No hunting and I’ll check in every so often to confirm I’m still alive and Dean hasn’t killed me,” you call from the shower
Crowley smirks and snaps in some delicious breakfast for the two of you. Of course, he doesn’t eat, but on mornings like this, he’ll indulge in cherry pancakes with maple butter and four cheese omelets. The second you get out of the shower you smile as you smell the delicious goodness waiting for you.
“Careful, a girl could get used to this.”
“That’s the plan.”
You rub your favorite lavender and rose-tinted body lotion into your skin. It’s Crowley’s favorite and it makes your skin so soft and smooth.
You opened the coffee canister and breathed in the delicious scent of ground coffee before you scooped some into your coffee maker. You liked to make coffee yourself and not have it snapped in. Your two kittens and Juliet, Crowley’s hellhound, made their presence known in the form of loud mews and a growl. Crowley always fed Juliet mystery meat and for the life of you, you’d rather not know what was in it. You fed your mewing kittens, happy and relieved that Juliet liked them. Who knew hellhounds and cats could get along so well?
You both enjoyed your food in silence getting lost in the little morning rituals. You left soon after with a quick kiss to your boyfriend’s lips before picking up the rent check and putting it with your other mail and magazines. You were sure your mailman thought you were completely insane. You had subscriptions to Demons Monthly, Vogue (the issue about soulmates was quite well-worn), Hunters Quarterly, some gun magazine Crowley liked, and Allure (the issue featuring stories about love, at first sight, was also very worn)
The second you left the comfort of your home you put on a mask to hide your profound love for Crowley. All that was left in your demeanor and face was an air of toughness. You could take on whatever anyone threw at you. You met the boys and tried to listen to what they were saying but all you can think about is Crowley. You give them the information and count the minutes until you’ll see him next. You stayed to help them with their case and managed to text Crowley every two hours without the Winchesters knowing. You mostly sent the texts from the bathroom. You were sure the Winchesters thought you had bladder problems. But that’s better than having to explain an overprotective Crowley.
Crowley sat on his throne during his meeting not really in the moment. His thoughts were always on you and how the evening would hopefully go. One of his minions apparently had the gall to demand his attention.
“Sir, we need to know how to proceed.”
Of course, truth be told, Crowley was barely listening. This was the third meeting in a row. He couldn’t have cleared his schedule or his minions would have asked why and he wasn’t ready for that discussion.
“Present the two points again and you in the back, the one rolling your eyes, I’d like to hear your opinion too since you obviously disagree with everyone and you think we’re all boring morons.”
The meeting went on longer than he expected and he thought he might be late but got there with seven minutes to spare. He picked a booth in the back away from the other patrons and the various demonic bodyguards he had stationed there to protect him and you in case any of his enemies were liable to show up.
When you walked over to the table his breath caught in his throat. You were wearing a gorgeous sparkling black dress that hugged all your curves. Smiling you took a seat in front of him. The waitress gave you both menus though you preferred to look into each other’s eye instead. Crowley broke the silence first.
“I picked this restaurant because this is where we had our first date.”
“I remember and you were just as nervous as you are now.”
“Always a clever little girl.”
Crowley smirks at you and pulls out an aged letter.
“This letter started everything, our whole relationship. The moment I saw you with the Winchesters my heart stopped and I knew that I had to know you better. But I was never sure you’d go for it since you threw your lot in with the Winchesters. So I wrote you a note, a sickeningly sweet note. Remarkable really that in all the battles no one has ever found it. It would be very embarrassing if someone did. I’ve kept it with me, actually.
“You totally chickened out. You just slid the note under my door after knocking. You didn’t even hang around.”
“Very uncharacteristic of a King but yes I did.”
“I can’t believe you kept it. That’s very sweet.”
You slowly opened the paper and re-read his note to you.
Y/N,
I know it was a rather quick meeting but you’ve captured my interest and few humans have been known to do that. I think you may be more sarcastic and witty than even I am and that is quite the accomplishment. Would you be so kind as to accompany me to a good dinner? Is it cool if I come over? I can pick you up? Don’t want to create any tiffle with the Winchesters so let me know, my darling little girl.
Crowley
“You and your pet names.”
“Darling little girl is nothing. I’m hundreds of years old. You don’t even want to know some of the names I’ve used.”
You smiled and your whole face lit up. The candle flickered, the flame dancing over the delicate features of your face. You slowly looked into his eyes and he was sure he was making the right decision. He cleared his throat and reached over to take your hand. He brought it up to his lips to kiss.
“I think we should order. Otherwise, we’re likely to just go back to our place and I hear that humans need to eat.”
“Cute, my King.”
Crowley growled at his title.
“Down boy.”
The waitress sauntered over to your table.
“Everything okay here.”
“Yes, it is. We’ll take a bottle of this champagne for the table. Do you know what you’d like, pumpkin?”
“Yes I’ll have this, “ you say pointing to the yummiest selection on the menu.
“And I’ll have this.”
“Certainly - both great choices.”
You waited until the waitress went into the kitchen.
“She’s a demon, isn’t she?”
He raised his eyebrow.
“She curtseyed on her way out.”
“Hmm, well, she could have…. Okay, yes, she’s a demon. I did it to protect you. We’re out in public and I have a lot of enemies and even those loyal to me would be very uncomfortable with me entertaining a human.”
“Entertaining a human?”
You chuckle and Crowley smiles. He loves seeing you smile and knowing he’s the reason. The rest of the dinner goes smoothly but before you can ask for doggy bags and the check, Crowley moves to your side of the booth and takes your hand.
Feelin lame
I hope you’re game
I’m insane
But I can change
Let it lay
Put it in play
I want to say
I want to stay…
“Now no interruptions or witty comments.
You groan.
“Man, that will be hard.”
“I know but trust me, it’ll be worth it.”
You nod your head in response.
“I’m nervous actually nervous. Strange but true….Uh… I’ve lived a long life maybe too long. I’ve done horrible things - things I wish I could undo and things I loved doing. In many ways I’m evil and beyond love or sympathy but yet here we are with you in love with me and me in love with you. With you, I see the possibility of a life, a future. You have seen me at my worst and at my kindest and you love me the same no matter what. If soulmates exist you’d be mine. I promise to spend forever making you happy. You will want for nothing. You’ve been the thing I’ve been missing all my life and never knew I needed until now. You make every day, every morning ritual, a thing of beauty. I feel truly alive playing house and I want to make it official. I want to have you in every sense of the word forever safe in my arms. You’re the only thing I ever truly loved or will love. Would you do me the honor of being my wife? The Queen of Hell?
I bet you got a lot of house cats
The landlord charges you a fee
A stack of magazines that say you want that
The one thing missing in there is me
I been looking for you, looking for me
Your show is almost over
Gotta wait another week
Here we go
I been holding out, cause you’re holding the key
Is it cool if I come over
And see if you’re into me
You try to contain your excitement to avoid drawing the entire restaurant’s attention to your booth. Happy tears well up in your eyes. You almost knock over your wine glass with your shoulder in your haste to passionately kiss Crowley.
“A thousand times yes. All I ever wanted was a future with you, Crowley.”
You giggle as he places the engagement ring on your finger. You look down at it and the way that it sparkles so beautifully even in this dim light.
“It’s beautiful and that speech was so touching and beautiful as well.”
“I’m so happy you liked them. The ring’s an antique. I acquired it an estate sale.”
“From someone that made a deal with you.”
“Yes, I hope that isn’t….”
“It shows me that you planned this and thought it out. It wasn’t an impulse decision and it’s a gorgeous ring.”
Warnings: Erotica, fluff and angst, blood junkie Crowley so tw: needles
A/N: Written for week 13 of @one-shots-supernatural’s Hiatus Writing Challenge with the prompt, “Are you…watching a Disney movie?” This is a re-telling of sorts of Blade Runners Season 9, episode 16.
You had been a loyal subject of the King of Hell. Crowley’s rise to power was quite inspirational and you gave him many years of loyal service. You respected the hell out of the man and slowly but surely fell in love with him over the years. Well, the closest thing to love that a demon could feel, mind you. You really didn’t think he noticed. I mean he was the King and there was never a shortage of demons wanting to sleep with him. He was confident that even with Abaddon threatening his rule, his demons would stay faithful to him but of course, most of them jumped ship like the un-grateful beings they were.
But you, you were with him till the end. You pulled him out of the church and carried him to this hotel room. The two of you have decadently been enjoying life. The King now had a habit: an addiction to feelings, to being human. It was the Winchesters’ fault. When the time was right you would get your revenge on the humans who defiled your master, but for now, you all had to work together. You didn’t want to betray him; everything you did was for him and that’s why you took his phone on your way out the door. You waited for this delicious food that humans and Crowley loved so much – pizza. Such an unusual name for such succulent food. You rifled through his contacts searching for the Winchesters. They had a stake in this fight and might be the only ones to wake him out of this because your love for him wasn’t enough. If you did nothing, the King would just keep going on the same way he has been. You chuckled when you saw “Not Moose on his phone.”
“How very Crowley to give everyone little nicknames.”
Dean looked at the phone number squinting his eyes and passing it to Sam who shrugged. Sam put down his research and leaned over the table to press speakerphone.
“Hello?” Dean said rather gruffly.
“Well hello, sugar. My, my, after all, you’ve done to my master and you’re the pissy one?”
“Who is this?”
“The King’s girl. Though you two idiots can call me Y/N. If you can manage that.”
“What do you want?”
“Believe it or not, not moose as he calls you…. I… I need your help. Well, actually he does. Look, I’m at a pizza place. Don’t ask. Point is I can’t really get into it all but he’s in a bad way and sadly I can’t fix him. He’s broken because of what you two did. I would love to bathe in your blood. Hell, every demon would congratulate me on finally killing the damn Winchesters but sadly you’re too useful to kill. You want to kill that bitch you better get your asses over here and help. I’ll text you the coordinates.”
You hung up immediately. You could feel the blood raging in your veins, your face was quite flushed. You were beyond furious at these pitiful excuses for humans. You had no choice - your back was to the wall. You didn’t care if you didn’t make it out alive as long as Crowley did. Maybe that’s what love is about? You still felt emotions and you didn’t need to drink blood to act on them. Two damaged demons finding each other, almost like a sweet little Grimm’s fairy tale. How cute. You texted the boys the address and quickly scanned the pizza place. All the patrons around you were human. No need to go on a killing spree. No Abaddon supporters here. You grabbed the pizza and walked a couple of blocks back to him.
Nothing prepared you for the scene you came back to. You saw Crowley curled up on the chaise lounge crying his eyes out to what looked like the “Little Mermaid” but the King of Hell couldn’t be crying at a freaking Disney movie right? You walked cautiously up to Crowley stepping over the dead bodies. It was so hard to keep the King in human blood these days. He slowly turned his head in your direction. You put the pizza boxes down and walked up to him carefully like you would a lion.
“Are you… watching a Disney movie?”
“Hello, pumpkin. Yes, well - there wasn’t anything else in the room. We saw all the other movies and there was nothing on the TV.”
“Mmmhmm.”
Oh god, this is so sad. Ursula is so mean. Why are people like that?”
“Um, it’s a movie?”
“Explaining evil to the KING OF HELL. Wow. Yeah, he really needs help.”
“Yes, but there are people out there that are mean. I’ve been mean. I’ve done horrible things. I should go apologize and…..”
“Crowley there are two kinds of people in this world: the sharks and the fish. A shark’s gotta eat. And personally, I’d rather do the eating than be the one eaten. To survive you have to be tough. You were a Crossroads demon and now you’re the King of Hell. Think of all the demons you had to throw under the bus and the things you had to do to survive. Ursula is Abaddon stopping you from having everything you want. Abaddon is the badguy, you’re the hero. You will save all the demons from her. We will defeat her and I will have back my beautiful cruel King but until then let me give you a pick me up, okay?”
“Ursula is Abaddon. I never thought about it that way. What about Ariel - she had to give up her voice, her whole personality for this guy.”
“You’re feeling sorry for the female lead?”
Crowley frowned at you.
“I think it’s sweet that you notice that. Not a lot of people do. I agree you shouldn’t have to give up that much of yourself to be with someone. It just means it’s not meant to be.”
“That’s so profound and true. You’re giving up a lot to be here….”
“Crowley you are my King. It is my duty to take care of you. As a loyal subject, I stand by my King. And I do that happily since I am in love with you. You make me feel things that I thought were dead. I’m not changing my nature for you. I’m helping you to survive, Crowley.”
Crowley sniffled but nodded to you.
“Thank you. I don’t deserve….”
“You deserve love and loyalty and when you get back to your normal self, we will have fun showing the Abaddon supporters how wrong they were to betray you.”
Crowley smiled at you and looked at you with such love that you knew the intervention was the right thing to do. The Winchesters would be here soon.
You went to the closet ignoring the silent pleas from the tied up human as you slowly stuck the plunger into his arm watching in slow fascination as the blood slowly rose in the syringe. What mysteries were held in this blood! One whiff of this and the king became a crying blubbering mess. How powerful this blood really was. You slowly walked over the King who immediately gave you his arm.
You put your hand on his cheek and he moved to kiss it. You slowly plunged the needle into his arm and your other hand gently wiped away all of his tears.
Crowley closed his eyes feeling every nerve ending respond to the blood. He felt a wave of euphoria and blinding emotions flow through his body. He never felt more in love with you than in these moments and you were worried and sad to know they would soon be so fleeting. Would he still love you? Would he cast you out for trying to get him clean? Did he really care or was it just the blood. Were you just a junkie’s girlfriend and not worthy of being his Queen? All of these thoughts haunted you but in these moments, nothing mattered but your devotion to Crowley. He picked you up and carried you to the bed placing you down gently. You slid up on the bed and he followed. A sheen of sweat on his face and a smile, a smile he only used when he was with you, ever present on his face. He kissed you hesitantly almost unsure of his strength. He carefully slid off your pajamas careful to not put too much pressure or go too fast.
Sex with Crowley was all about you and your orgasm. He would spend hours making you come over and over again until you were a shaking, withering mess on the bed. Sometimes he didn’t even come, just you. The sex changed from sex with kinks and rough sex to gentle loving sex when he told you that he loved you over and over again. You loved this new Crowley but worried what other demons would say when he regained the throne. What would he have to do to become to be the King again and would he still be in love with you after he did it?
You had already come twice today and didn’t need the foreplay. You needed to feel Crowley’s deliciously large cock inside you. The second Crowley entered you he took a shuttering breath. The pleasure was humming through his whole body. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold it back. He started to move slowly in and out of you making sure to hit your g-spot every time.
“You always feel so incredible Y/N. Like you were made for me.”
“Fuck Crowley. OMG… right there.”
“You like my cock so much you can’t get enough. How many times did you cum already baby?”
“Twice today.”
“Mmm yeah that’s alright and you keep coming back for more?”
“Fuck….mmmm. Crowley.”
“That’s right baby. You’re mine.”
“All yours, my King.”
“Yes, my faithful little subject. So warm and tight. Fuck.”
“Crowley please I need ….”
“I know what you need, baby. Hold on just a little bit longer.”
Crowley holds onto your shoulders and picks up the pace going faster and faster until you’re shaking with need and so is he.
“Cum NOW.”
“C-come… with me,” you almost begged.
He smiles and you both scream out each other’s names as you both give in to your powerful orgasms. Crowley hugs you tightly, breathing in your scent. You close your eyes, feeling safe in his arms. Until someone breaks the door down.
Crowley was still on top of you, inside you actually. He didn’t turn around, he just growled.
“Oh, for the love of god.” Dean groaned looking away.
“Hello, boys. Haven’t you heard of knocking!”
Crowley slowly slipped out of you and snapped his fingers putting clothes on both of you.
“Oh, by the way, there’s pizza if you’re hungry,” you offered awkwardly.
Dean didn’t miss a beat, as he looked you up and down before handcuffing Crowley to the seat.
Crowley gave Dean a death stare in response.
“We’re here to help,” Sam offered
“Like a bloody intervention. Since when does help involve handcuffs? Maybe we’re defining help in different ways?”
Dean grabbed a mirror and held it up to him.
“Look at yourself. Look at what you’ve become. We can’t have you wasting your life away. We need you to defeat Abaddon so pull it the fuck together.”
“Hey, you two idiots did this to him. A gentle push would suffice probably.”
Dean smirked in response to you while Crowley squeezed your hand with his free one.
“We counted on you and you let us down. Your supporters counted on you to kill Abaddon and you let them down as well, “ Sam added
“The man with the mojo- Captain evil- “
“Oh, it’s pathetic,” Sam interjected
“You need to focus baby, “ you added.
“What? You’re just going to let hell go to hell? Dean inquired.”
“You don’t know what it’s like to be human.”
Dean’s eyebrows shot up.
Crowley looked ahead and sighed deeply.
“What I meant was…It’s your DNA. It’s my addiction, my cross, my burden!
“Calm down sweetie,” you said worriedly.
Dean has had enough of this and was getting quite exasperated.
“This crap ends now. You’re cut off. Okay? Kicking it. Cold turkey. We need your help so you’re coming with us.”
“I’m sorry Crowley that I called them. I couldn’t bear to see you suffer like this. You’re the King of Hell, not a blood junkie. I love you and you love me and that won’t change. Now be the man you need to be. Go with them. I’ll clean up here. Find me when you’re finished with Moose and Squirrel.”
You step closer to Crowley and whisper into his ear, “ Please forgive me.”
Crowley smiles back at you but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. For the first time in a long time, you can see how tired Crowley really is.
“Nothing to forgive you for. I was going to call them myself. I want to be the King again. See you in a bit.”
You bent down to give Crowley a passionate kiss as Dean changed the handcuffs to devil’s trap ones. He led Crowley out of the room and into Baby.
Notes: Hurt reader, angst, mild violence. This was made for @one-shots-supernatural’s hiatus writing challenge week 9 with the prompt, “I was being sarcastic.”
A/N: This is a bit short. Honestly didn’t think I’d be able to do this week. I have a very bad case of food poisoning. The masterlist for the July challenge will be a bit late as a result.
Crowley was livid. They had harmed you! They actually dared to lay a finger on your precious head. The one human he truly loved! How dare they? He really wanted to rip them to pieces. Crowley had plans today to make you his Queen but currently, he was praying you’d just survive. He had one of the few advisors he trusted, Guthrie, tending to your wounds. Crowley sat on his throne furiously texting Castiel. He just hoped the angel answered quickly.
Text: “Feathers, you’d better get your lily white arse down here to Hell NOW! Or so help me I’ll find you.”
His red eyes bored into the faces of his demons. He couldn’t figure out what to do with his hands and kept fidgeting. He knew that he probably looked weak in front of his subjects for so obviously caring about a human but he could care less. He couldn’t live without you. You were everything to him and he wasn’t going to have you die on him because some of his subjects chose to reinterpret his direct orders!
Suddenly the doors to hell burst open and demons threw Castiel in. Crowley bolted out of his chair.
“Bloody morons. I asked you to find me the demons that harmed her. Where are they?”
Demons started running out the doors. Crowley ran over to Castiel.
“Forgive me - sometimes my demons can be a bit rude. I invited you after all.”
“It’s fine, Crowley. Why am I here?“
"I really didn’t think you’d show but thank you for coming.”
Castiel was a bit confused by that. No snark, no scathing comment, but instead an honest emotional response. Castiel really looked at Crowley and saw the worry painted on his face. He looked horrible. His hair was askew, his face was flushed and he was actually wringing his hands. Crowley barely made eye contact with Cas.
“What’s wrong Crowley?”
“It’s Y/N… she was… I need you to heal her.
Castiel went livid.
“Where?”
Crowley burst through the doors with Castiel close behind him running to where you were. Guthrie looked up and held a demon knife out ready to fight whoever was there but lowered it instantly when he saw it was his master.
Crowley ran over to your bedside.
“How is she?”
“Bad sir. But alive…. Barely.”
Castiel stopped in his tracks when he walked in. Blood soaked the sheets, your hair was plastered to your head. There were so many cuts and bruises on your body and your eyes were closed. Castiel ran over and quickly placed his hand on your forehead. You felt a warmth slowly spread all over your body and a tingling feeling erupt from all your injuries. Slowly one by one most of them closed. Your breathing started to become stronger. Castiel kept pouring his grace into you. Slowly your body created new blood and antibodies to fight off any possible infection from the wounds Castiel couldn’t heal. You were weak as fuck but no longer close to death. You opened your weary eyes and saw Castiel hug you.
“Cas?”
“Thank god Y/N.”
You saw a worried Crowley on the other side of you.
“Thanks for getting the god squad involved.”
“I was so worried I… I didn’t ask them… bloody morons disobeyed my direct orders! You were not to be harmed. I was going to ask you to be my Queen. I am profoundly sorry and I will punish them severely.”
“I know you would never hurt me, Crowley. Your demons are idiots. Well, save for Guthrie over there. And I can’t wait to get them in line as your Queen.”
Your grabbed Crowley’s collar and pulled him towards you. You kissed him with all you had. He was taken aback for a moment but quickly kissed you with just as much fervor.
“I love you, Crowley.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
“Now kick their asses.”
“I would be more than happy to, love.”
“Castiel whirled around to Crowley.
“What the fuck happened?”
You said, “Did you just curse, Cas?
“Thank you Feathers. If you’d like to join me I was going to address the situation in the throne room. Guthrie, watch her. If anyone comes in aside from the two of us, kill them.”
“Of course, sir.”
Crowley whistled and Juliet came running into the room.
“Watch her along with Guthrie.”
Juilet barked in response.
Castiel was furious and Crowley even more furious. He was relieved that you were stable and as soon as he killed his minions, he would spend the rest of the day making it up to you, hell the rest of forever making it up to you.
The King of Hell and the wayward angel of the lord walked in silently back to the throne room. Crowley took his place as Castiel stood next to him. The room was abuzz with murmurs. Suddenly the demons who harmed you were thrown into the room landing at Crowley’s feet. Crowley stood up and shouted silence.
“Let the sniveling begin,“ he thought.
“I called you three in here to congratulate you all on a job well done.”
“Really?”
“No, you blithering imbeciles …. I was being sarcastic.”
“Oh.”
“So you’re mad then?”
“I asked you to get information on the whereabouts of the Winchesters, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So why did Y/N nearly die?
“She knows the Winchesters….”
“Not seeing the connection. Didn’t I tell you to not touch a hair on her head? The Winchesters hunt with a lot of people. I told you she was off limits!”
“Yes but she hunts with them the most…”
“So the problem is you’re too stupid to follow orders? She is to be my new Queen.”
Complete silence filled the throne room.
Crowley snapped his fingers and one of the demons in front of him exploded. He whistled and Juliet left you to come running into the throne room.
“You can have this one as a chew toy. It’s been a while since you had a good toy. Do have fun. And you dear are left for Castiel.”
Castiel ran forward and smote the demon without hesitation. Juilet growled at the angel.
“Calm down, pet.”
Juliet pulled the screaming demon out of the throne room, her tail wagging furiously.
“Everyone dismissed. And if anyone chooses to get ‘creative’ with my orders again you will pray for death.”
Everyone scurried away.
“So I think that explains what happened. As you see I did not order anyone to harm her -quite the opposite really. I love her, Cas. I regret that I wasn’t able to save her from harm and I promise nothing like this will ever happen again. Thank you for coming when I texted.”
Castiel grabs Crowley and throws him against the wall by his collar.
“See that it doesn’t. I care for her too you know. You aren’t the only one.”
“I am forever in your debt.”
“You’re lucky she loves you. I would be more than happy to kill you myself for this little stunt but it would harm her more seeing you dead and knowing it was by my hand. But yes, Crowley you owe me something big.”
“You have my cell.”
And just as quickly, Castiel was gone. Crowley dusted off his shoulders and collar before running back to you to spend the rest of the day by your side … in bed.
