note: don’t judge me, im horny and I want him to spank me. wc: 932
you hated demons, there was no other way around it. you despised them like every other hunter, wished you could get rid of each and every one of them, including the king. but, you LOVED his dick.
you knew you shouldn’t have let it come to this. if sam or dean ever found out about what you were doing in the dungeon with their demonic hostage, they’d kill you. but, you couldn’t stop yourself. it was like you were obsessed.
dean and sam were out looking for cass and kevin was locked in his room, trying to decipher the angel tablet; which left you on babysitting duty. the very first day you kept on eye on crowley, ended up with his dick lodged in your throat—his kids pouring down it. however, today was different. you were struggling to take his cock.
the king of hell was huge, splitting your walls open with each bounce you made; bullying himself inside. the difference between your mouth and your puffy cunt was clear—he felt much better wrapped around your gummy walls than your mouth—although you loved both.
his chains clanged with movement you made and his dark irises were glued to your fucked out face, enjoy as you could barely take his girth. your hair was sweated out and sticking to your face, while your tits jumped behind your t-shirt—mimicking your slutty hoping. a whine left your mouth while you slowed down your pace, making crowley chuckle.
“what I thought you could take it?” you rolled your eyes, gripping on the soft fabric of his blazer, slowing your pace and grinding your hips into his clothed one. “ ‘s too—mhm—big.”
he chuckled again, smirking to himself at the sight playing out in front of him. a hunter slowly losing herself on the king of hell’s dick. “what would sam and dean think if they saw their best friend, stuffed full of the king of hell’s cock. hm?” you whimpered and your cunt fluttered, making crowley’s eyes widened.
“did you just get off on the thought of getting caught by them? you might be my favorite whore,” there it was again, that feeling flowing through you. you clenched down on him once more, earning a low growl from his lips. it was such a turn on for you, hearing him degrade you—making you feel like a slut. it was enough fuel to make you start bouncing on his cock all over again.
“sh-shut u-u-upp” you breathed out, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, his cologne invading your nose; making your head swell. everything about this man was driving you further away from your initial thoughts about him. your cunt was thinking for you rather than your mind, you craved him.
crowley was starting to lose himself, the feeling of your walls sucking him tightly like you were trying to milk for all his worth was driving him crazy. and it didn’t help the lewd noises your cunt decided to make. the squelching along with your sweet moans, drove him mad. he tried to reach up and grab your hips, but the demon trapped handcuffed prevented from him doing so.
he groaned loudly, rutting his hips up into you making sweet mewls leave your lips, anger slowly pooling inside of him. he wanted nothing more to be freed from his restraints so he could fuck you stupid on this chair, but until that time comes he would have to suffice with you fucking yourself dumb on his cock.
“ohh fuckkk, you’re so deep. ‘m gonna cum so hard,” you moaned into his ear, your pace increasing by the moment; earning a low moan from him. you leaned back and connected eyes with him, letting him see you come undone on his fat cock. “such a good little whore. go ahead, cum for daddy.”
you whined and continued to bounce on him. your walls moving sporadically while a white film of your juices coated on his cock, each time you filled your self up. it only took a few more bounce for you to finally let go, clamping down hard on him as you creamed all over him; making him cum along with you. crowley groaned, his eyes fluttering about as you milked him dry—seed pooling inside of you.
you pulled him close by his chin and smashed your lips onto his, breaking your number one rule. no kissing. his lips were addicting and you could taste the faint flavor of his favorite drink, making you feel dizzy. you rolled your hips into his, still sensitive from your orgasm, earning a whine from him; making you smile. you raised your hips, making him pop out of you and ropes of his cum to spill out, before you plugged it up with your panties.
“sam and dean should be coming back,” you reminded him, fixing yourself and stuffing his semi-hard cock back into his pants, making him wince. and almost like it was on queue, you could hear the two brother’s call out for you.
you turned to leave, allowing him to get a glimpse of your ass, until he called out for you. “am i finally going to stretch my legs? i can please you better if i wasn’t in a houdini act.”
you turned and flashed him a smile, “I’ll think about it.”
summary — you and teamfreewill have to team up with crowley again and you're the only one who's willing to defend the self-preserving demon
pairing — crowley + reader / crowley x reader genre — kinda fluffy! word count — six hundred & eighty-five
warnings — none. reader defending crowley? lolol
“i like him.” you stated confidently, willfully playing devil’s advocate.
every pair of eyes in the room were on you in a split second, and you had to hide your amusement.
“yeah, you like him because you don’t know him like we do.” sam countered. you could read the look on his face—he thought you were insane.
“right. ‘cause he’s only stabbed me in the back two times, compared to your six.” sarcasm dripped off your tongue, as if the idea of getting stabbed in the back was enjoyable in any context.
“i like him out of context, at least.” you explained, “–and i’m not saying that i trust him..i’m just saying, i grew up around people like that. you guys were raised by someone like that.” you added, alluding to john.
“by any means necessary.”
your words hung in the air, a truth that neither brother could deny. although, they weren't big fans of you comparing their dad to the king of hell.
“i still don’t like it.” cas remarked, despite your point.
“i know.” you said, offering him a comforting smile. “–but he can help us, and we can help him. even exchange.”
you locked eyes with sam and dean again. both seemed reluctant, but resigned to the idea.
“he’s our only option right now.” you reminded, “it’s just business.”
“i’ll question the witness. see what i can find out.” you said seriously, already on the move.
“i don’t think so.” dean said, stepping in front of you—successfully blocking you from leaving.
“you are gonna stay here and keep an eye on our business partner.”
you began to protest immediately, more concerned about not being able to do your job than you were about being stuck babysitting.
“you like him.” dean said, tossing your words back at you with a satisfied smirk. “those were your words. eat ‘em.”
you rolled your lips into a thin line and sighed, but relented. dean sent you a wink over his shoulder as he began to walk away, and you watched as he rounded the corner out of sight.
you had used your time wisely, spending the first few minutes with the demon questioning him about things you’d always found odd about the way his world worked. searching for the reason why certain demons had different eye colors, or why every deal had to be sealed with a kiss, instead of a handshake or a fist bump.
he indulged you for all of twenty minutes before he began to rant about things you were less than interested to hear. spanning from his relationship with his mother to the revenge plot he was preparing to play out on a demon who had betrayed him. you got tired of it quick.
“crowley—” you hissed, cutting him off mid sentence.
“i am a firm believer in the fact that everyone needs an outlet, but why are you telling me all of this?”
crowley paused for a moment, clearly offended. not only did you cut him off, but he’d thought the two of you were getting along swimmingly.
“if you hadn’t noticed, poppet–we are the only ones here.” he replied with about as much sass as you’d given him. “—and, i happen to trust you.”
now that was surprising.
“i understand that the feeling isn’t mutual–which is very, very wise on your part, love…but you’re never as loud about it as the rest of the brady bunch.”
the look he was giving you had a hint of fondness in it, and it took you a second to respond. the king of hell trusted you. you pondered that, and might have actually been flattered if the bar wasn’t literally in hell for the demon.
“you’re right. i don’t trust you.” you responded, “–but you’re smart, and i like to give credit where credit is due.” you said, truthfully. “don’t let that go to your head.” you warned, pointing a finger at him.
“i won’t if you won’t.” crowley replied with a smile, tilting his head at the sight of the small smirk that graced your face as you turned away from him.
p.s — okay, but he's one of my favorite characters. this was fuuun!
hiya again!! I don’t want to be a bother or to overwhelm you with requests but was wondering if you could do another “your camera roll if” but with Crowley from supernatural?
Again no worry’s if not! I don’t mean to bother you :[.
remember to take care of yourself first!! have a great day dear! (Platonically)
Hi! I hope you like this, sorry it took longer than expected!
Your camera roll if.... you were dating Crowley
Happy music played behind you as you sang the lyrics with passion. Possibly overacting just a tad. You looked over to Crowley and pointed at him as you sang, clutching your chest dramatically.
"Stop! Cause I really love you. Stop! I've been thinkin' of you. Look in my heart and let love keep us together"
He looked back over to you with the most lovesick smile and Dean came up behind him, holding a fancy pink drink with fruit and an umbrella.
"Dude, you're getting your own drinks from now on. That bartender gave me the weir-" He stopped, noticing how Crowley's gaze was fixed on you, never faltering for a second.
"Hey, Earth to Crowley, what's wrong with you?"
"She's exquisite"
"She's drunk off her ass and singing Captain and Tenelle"
"Exquisitely"
"Well good to know my sister's good for something. Apparently she can make the King of Hell her little puppy"
Crowley snapped back "I am no one's dog, squirrel!"
You practically bounced over and grabbed Crowley's hand, hanging off his arm.
"Hey baby, you miss me?"
He turned back to you, a softness in his eyes "Of course darling, always"
Dean rolled his eyes "Eugh, you two are way too in love"
"Shut up you ass. I don't bitch when you and Cas are all lovey dovey"
"Wh- we're not!"
"About that" Crowley interjected "Are you planning on making a move on the angel or do you need.... encouragement?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that, I have connections, I know some powerful people and I could acquire a spell"
"Babe, we've talked about this" You paused "No love spells, they always end badly"
"What about-"
"Nu uh. None"
"Fine" He sighed.
"Man you are whipped" Dean smirked.
"It's better being whipped than pining over and angel for a decade"
"Wh- uh, I-"
"I think you broke my brother"
"No, that happened years ago in a barn"
"You're right, he's never been the same since. There's no fixing him, wanna dance?"
"I'd love to my dear"
You walked through the doors of Crowley's, cript? Lair? Replication of the four seasons? Whatever it was, you were there.
You looked around before you glanced over to the couch, spotting your lover, a demon, THE King of Hell, cuddling with a little teddy bear.
"....Crowley?"
He shot up, knocking the teddy bear to the floor.
"Darling, what um, what are you doing here?"
"I came to see you and.... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your friend's name?"
"Please don't"
"Oh but I must"
"It's... embarrassing"
"My love" You stepped towards him, your hands cupping his cheeks gently "You know I love you, but suck shit"
"What?!"
"You heard me"
"That's-that's outrageous! You do know I'm-"
"The King of Hell? Now how did that slip my mind?"
"You-!"
"Me what? Your majesty, I know you're hopelessly in love with me and I also know that you'd do nothing to harm me"
"Manipulative wench"
"And to think, you love me. You must have serious issues"
"You're the biggest one"
"I am? Oh I'm honoured!"
"Would you be less of a ham and come here?"
"Wh-"
Before you could ask why, Crowley's arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you down. You smiled, curling into him as you laid on his chest. One of your hands stroked his arm gently, the other disappeared - behind the couch. With a triumphant grin you pulled the teddy bear up.
"What's its name?" You asked sweetly and very out of character.
"Y/n"
"Really? So you can cuddle with me when I'm not here?"
"No. So I can put it in a drawer when I want it to go away"
"Rude!"
You hit him playfully with the bear and in turn he grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer before planting a kiss on your lips.
Your lips slipped down, trailing across his neck before you whispered softly.
tw: face riding, cock riding, use of “good demon” , p in v, slight choking!
Crowley stood at the rusty gates holding his breath only to realize what he’s been hearing could actually be true. The squeaking sound of the gates opening filled his ears making him walk forward with stride until he approached the house that looked new.
You stood on the porch with the sweetest smile painted on your face. He raised his eyebrow before taking off his sunglasses showing you his yellow eyes.
“The famous Crowley, I’ve been waiting for you.” You placed your hand in front of him before he took it and placed a small kiss on your knuckles. You wrapped your fingers around his before talking him into the house.
“So… why exactly have you been waiting on me?” He asked closing the gap between your bodies.
“I’ve heard many stories , some good, some bad, some straight sin… you have been a busy little demon..” your lips dragged against the shell of his ear making him shiver a little. What kind of spell did you have on him ? How are you making his knees shake already? “No debt goes unforgiven.” You bit his ear lobe before pushing him against the wall and stepping back to tilt your head.
Panic had spread in his body for a second because to him you were just another human looking for answers, little did he know your true identity. You stood with your hands behind your back again.
“What the hell is going on here ?” He spoke up making you laugh.
“Oh Crowley, aren’t you just so precious ?” You stepped forward and grabbed him by the chin. He looked into your eyes but couldn’t get a reading. You pushed his lips together before pressing yours to his. He was under your control. You let go of him before demanding him to his knees. Crowley quickly dropped before you pulled up your red dress and put your foot on his shoulder. “Now eat my cunt.” Your hand tangled into his hair making him whine, he shouldn’t be enjoying this but here he was sticking out his snake like tongue and licking at your folds.
“What a good little demon for me!” You praised him.
Crowley pulled away to look up at you. “Humans can’t tell I’m a demon.” He hissed making you pull on his hair.
“Who said I was human darling? All the stories you’ve heard … wrong… the devil was never a man.” You took your foot off his shoulder before pushing him onto his back on the floor and stood above him. Crowley watched as you let down your hair and your horns appeared from your head . You took off the red dress and let out a sigh as your tail dropped. His eyes went wide , how did he never hear of you? How could the stories be so wrong?
“You’re the devil !” He grabbed your thighs.
“That’s right baby.” You got down on your knees with one on each side of him before you ran your hands up his chest, ripping open his shirt , scratching his chest with your blood red nails. Crowley couldn’t believe it was happening. “Now be a good little demon and fuck me.” You kissed him hard before slipping your tongue in his mouth. His hands grabbed your hips, squeezing hard enough to leave a mark as he guided you along his crotch. A small moan left your lips before you bit down on his bottom lip which lead you to pull slightly.
You sat on his lap moving your hips in such a seductive way that he let out another whimper. How could the devil actually be such an attractive woman ? But here you were sucking his bottom lip while grinding against him. Your hand reached up and wrapped your hands around his throat which awakened something in him. Crowley hissed in pleasure before he realized you were standing above him.
“Be a good demon Crowley and eat my cunt!” You lowered yourself on his face as he stuck out his tongue awaiting your pussy. His tongue slipped inside of you when you sat on his face, not just hovered but actually sat. Your knees were on either side of his head as you moved your hips back and forth. The sound of him lapping at your cunt, his hands rubbing on your bare ass, it was amazing ! Crowley was eating you out like you were the best thing he’s ever tasted and maybe you were after all sex with the devil? How taboo! The ultimate sin!
Your ride his face making sure to rub your clit against the tip of his nose while your hand reached behind you to undo his pants.
“Poor little demon, such a hard cock and yet it’s not getting any attention…” you lifted your hips just enough to turn yourself around so you could play with his cock. Crowley huffed a little before you went back to riding his face, he never thought he’d be in this situation but all the thoughts he had were gone when your mouth went on his dick! He moaned into your cunt as you sucked softly on his cock. His hands held your hips still, digging his nails into your sides enough to draw some blood but that only made you suck harder.
Crowley felt his orgasm building fast. He’s never been submissive before and the way you were using him for your own pleasure made him feel so good! You lifted your hips and pulled away from his cock making him whine. He furrowed his eye brows at you while you licked your lips before grabbing his cock and slowly sliding down it until he was all the way inside of you.
“Fuck! Your cock is nice baby.” You gripped his chin and made him look you in the eye as you started to ride his cock. “That’s such a good demon for me! Fuck!” You let out your hiss that made his ears perk up. It was a beautiful noise. His body couldn’t handle it anymore and he let his orgasm take over. He shook a little below you as you felt his warm cum fill you up!
“Aww poor baby!” You mocked him with a fake pout. “That’s okay, your cum feels nice.” Crowley turned red as you continued to bounce on his cock leaving a nice little cum ring on the base of his cock. You bounced harder making sure to go deeper with each bounced. He laid back and watched your tits move with a smile on his face. “Fuck! Crowley!” Your own orgasm hit you hard making you scream as it ripped through your body and clenched his cock before your juices soaked him along with the floor.
Heavy panting filled the room as the two of you laid there. You still were on his cock when you looked down at him. “Crowley, Crowley, Crowley , my good little demon… you need to visit me more often.” Your fingers trailed along his chest before he took your hand and kissed it gently.
“The devil is a woman and I am hers.” He hissed at you with a smirk. Crowley was now at your mercy.
can i just say that you put the idea in my head, and now i can’t stop imagining cas & crowley as the angel and devil on my shoulders 😂
You’re welcome! Hehe.
Waking up to this, even though I was struggling to work on my active WIPs last night (let’s not talk about Abducted…) had me inspired to do this, so thank you! I know you didn’t exactly ask for it, but have some more anyway 😘❤️
Give the Woman Some Space
Some poor mother + Cas & Crowley on her shoulder (not helping)
Just some quick, lighthearted fun. Not sorry about the cliffhanger - it’s like a choose your own adventure Winchester!If you wanna see more, or would like to see a different scenario with the loveable lugs on some other poor saps shoulder, just let me know! 1.2k words
Tags: swearing, Mikey and JJ reference because my kids are obsessed with them atm, edited as quick as I wrote it.
The light filters in from the blinds covering her window and she struggles to open her eyes.
Her toddler is next to her, feels the hairs of his head tickling her arms, and the other one, using her as a body pillow. Head in boobs, arm wrapped around her stomach, leg over hers (if only it belonged to an adult male capable of cooking and cleaning). She squeezes her eyes shut tighter.
“Please don’t be six. Please don’t be six,” she whispers. Breathes deep and long. She’s hoping the sound wakes them both up enough to move. Prays they might decide to relocate to the lounge room on their own for once without her, so she can at the very least lie in her bed BY HERSELF and daydream just a little longer.
“It’s five-forty-five,” a voice says into her ear, and what the fuck! Her lids burst open.
The room is still grey. The light filtering in from the hallway tells her it’s early, but that’s not what she’s looking for. Who the fuck cares! She distinctly heard a voice.
She lies still. Muscles tense, almost trembling. Kid one makes a noise in their sleep and she’s glaring at them. How dare they! But whatever she heard doesn’t speak again, and she can’t see anything amiss. Yeah, she’s going crazy.
She shifts her left arm, wincing when kid one’s head thumps into the mattress. At least he didn’t hit the headboard today.
She shuffles her body to the side, letting the other body next to her still feel her comfort. Holds in the scowl when their head presses further into their cleavage. Theirs because it hasn’t been hers since they were born.
Her hand reaches for her phone, stretches it out to where she left it charging. Fingers grip the sides and she brings her top arm to disconnect it, but it slips and makes a bang. She’s wincing again. Damn things fallen to the ground.
“Crowley, pick it up,” the same voice whispers close to her ear and her eyeballs have popped out of her head.
Crowley? Crowley? Like the King of Hell? Man. She’s been reading way too many fanfics. Time to put Tumblr down. But while she contemplates the mundane of her life, there’s a flicker over her shoulder. A whir of black and beige?
“You want her to have it so bad, you get it,” another voice speaks. It’s rough, sarcastic, it’s British? Not the point! Why does it sound so familiar?
“You’re the one that has wings, mate,” it continues, and that’s it! She’s sitting up.
Kid two falls out of bed at the sudden movement and there’s a “Mummy,” on the other side. Dammit, they’re awake, but fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
There on her lap are two little men, staring back at her. One happy and hopeful, one scowling, but there’s a smirk to his eyes.
The little trench coat is unmistakable, as is the black suit and vest. Blue eyes, more blue, and a little bit of stubble on each.
She has to be dead. There’s no other explanation, unless her mental health is worse than she thought. She opens her mouth to speak, but she’s getting the whining from both sides now. The little men continue to stare.
Breakfast and TV soon babysitting, kids quiet, no fighting, no drama except there is!
She’s back in her room, staring back at an angel and a demon, trying not to go bonkers, but failing miserably.
“You’re—”
“An angel,” Cas says. His face, regrettable. Apologetic.
“She recognises you, you dolt,” Crowley snaps, holding a lowball of booze.
“She does?” Cas twists his head in confusion. He looks like he did in the earlier seasons of the show when Dean complained about personal space, and oh god. No. Nope. The show isn’t real!
“I have to be dreaming,” she says.
“Well, you’re not.”
“No, no. You guys aren’t real. You’re—”
“We’re what?” Crowley takes a little sip of his little dram. “A figment of your imagination? No darling. We’re real, and we’re with you.”
His voice is sarcastic. She can read between the lines. He doesn’t want to be here just as much as she wants to check herself into the local hospital for testing. Maybe she bumped her head, not her kids?
“Why?” she blurts out. Because arguing is more important. She could just leave the room.
But this is the most excitement she’s had in a while, even if it is close to crazy-train, and her curiosity is getting her better of her.
If they’re real, are Sam and Dean real, too? Will she expect mini versions of J2 anytime soon because yes, please! Misha and Mark can go back to where they came from, as lovely as they are.
Yup. Nope. Hospital now.
She stands up and walks to the closet. Pulls out clothes, underwear, grabs her purse.
“Where are you going?” Little Cas is flying now. His flings flutter before her as he floats in midair.
Her eyes blink and she stomps down the hall to the bathroom. They’re not there. They’re definitely not there!
The problem is, the kids are at home. She can’t close or lock the door. Best she can do is close it so that a sliver is open to hear them, but that’s not the real problem.
“We should talk about this.” Cas pops back in front of her.
“Let the woman have some privacy, Castiel.” Crowley’s on her shoulder, eyes wagging, steps over to the edge and looks down, and she does too.
Her sleep shirt leaves little to the imagination. She can see right down it, which means so can he—until he’s flung to the wall behind her with a little thud, sliding to the ground behind her.
With an ice pack he whipped out of thin air, Crowley holding it, Castiel, trying not to laugh, the little angel and demon sit on her kitchen table before her.
“Who’re you talking to, mummy?” kid two asks, blissfully unaware.
“No one,” she says, and it’s enough for him. Never mind, mummy’s going crazy. It’s just another day.
“They can’t see us.” Cas says, staring at the TV. Mikey and JJ are building security measures in Minecraft, and that’s more interesting it seems. “Why does the turtle keep falling into the lava? He just has to choose the dirt over the diamonds, but he doesn’t every time.”
“It’s entertainment.” Crowley rolls his eyes. “They’re going to hell for that.” And then adds, “We tried the rugrats first,” as if he’s said neither things. Just continues to ice his head and sip the scotch she’s tempted to take. That much in the morning can’t hurt.
“So…” She’s trying to understand, thinks through the scenario. What does she ask? “Is this a dream or—”
“Did my kick feel like a dream?”
“Didn’t hurt,” she snides back, then blurts out, “Are they real, too?” Because, priorities.
The TV still holds Cas’ attention. He mutters something about turtles and laser beams, but Crowley’s onto it. He’s rolling his eyes again. Soon has a devilish look to match her thoughts.
“You gotta thing for the moose or the squirrel?” His brows raise. “Or do you prefer them together?”
"Don't sound so disappointed, I might think you don't like me."
"Because I don't." I said while closing the door behind me.
"Aw, and here I was about to tell you I missed you." Crowley said with his typical smile.
Ignoring his provocations, I looked around the hotel room and to my surprise, saw no sign of the Winchesters.
"Where are Sam and Dean?" I asked with suspicion.
"They left about 10 minutes ago, darling. Said they'd be back shortly."
"You gotta be kidding me..." I let out as I sighed.
My history with Sam and Dean dated back to when I had come across them during a case we unknowingly worked on together. Ever since that day, we had never hunted together again; that is, until I had received an unexpected call from Dean to tell me he and his brother needed my help on a particularly tough one; I had accepted right away, not only because I wanted to help them, but also because a part of me wanted to see them again. However, there was a catch. A guest, to our investigation team. A guest I also had the unfortunate chance of meeting in the past: the very King of Hell, Crowley. I had looked beyond his presence and told the Winchesters I was on board, despite having to work with him.
But now that I was face-to-face with him again, in a hotel room where it was just the two of us, I began regretting my decision. I pretended as if he was not there and walked to a table, which was thankfully far enough away from the sofa on which he was sitting. I opened my bag and pulled out my laptop.
Let's do some last-minute research while waiting for Sam and Dean to return.
But before I had time to even open a tab, I felt a presence behind me.
"Really, dear? You're not even going to ask me how I'm doing, after all this time?" Crowley asked in a teasing voice.
"How's Hell, Crowley?" I uninterestingly asked with a sigh without turning to look at him.
"Fine, thank you." He responded with contentment. "And how are you? Still not determined to sell me your soul?"
Growing tired of his taunting, I turned around in my chair to look at him.
"Listen, Crowley, I'm not here to—"
I cut myself short, seeing the demon had vanished and was no longer behind me. I turned back around, only to see him on the other side of the table, holding my computer in his hands, wearing a satisfied smile.
"You give me my PC back right now, Crowley." I ordered him as I stood up. "Or else I'm gonna—"
"You're gonna what?" He fired back provocatively.
I looked him in the eyes and scoffed.
If you insist on messing with me so much, two can play at that game...
Without a word, I confidently walked up to him and grabbed him by the collar of his coat, before pushing my lips against his. I took this chance to snatch my computer from his hands, before pulling away.
"That." I said with an inciting smile.
As I made my way back to the table, my cheeks flushed, Crowley scoffed.
Summary: Crowley is your best friend, has been for years and taught you a lot of what you know. However, you aren't associated with the boys.
Warnings: mention of injury and stitches, slow burn, hint at death, I could be missing some, I am not perfect please read at your own risk
A/N: I loved this fic, I hope you guys do too! Oh! And a favor I ask of you. The more I write the more I worry about warnings. If you ever see anything I write not have a warning it should, please tell me.
You pulled into your motel, harshly parking your car and storming into your room. Muttering to yourself as you slid your shirt off, door barely slamming shut, "Stupid motherfuckers couldn't just listen. Couldn't just-" you let out a guttural scream, "I tried. I tried." You shook your head, unbuttoning your pants as you heard Crowley behind you, "Hello, Mouse." You slipped your pants off, turning to look at Crowley, not missing the way his eyes studied the curves of your body. "Hey, Crowley."
Crowley took in your ragged and bloody appearance. Dried blood scattered throughout your hair, on your arms, tiny nicks and cuts over your body with a nasty gash on your torso. Crowley's eyebrows raised and he spoke as you went into the bathroom turning on the shower, "I guess they didn't take the deal?" You poked your head out of the bathroom, glaring at him, "No, they didn't captain obvious." Crowley laughed, sitting on the bed as you took a quick shower.
You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to get the blood out without stretching too far so you didn't irritate the gash on your stomach. You stepped out of the shower, washing all of the grime off of you made you feel a little better. "I hate hunting," you muttered to Crowley as you walked out of the bathroom, hair draped over your neck and a towel wrapped tightly around you. "Would you please get me a pair of shorts, a tank top and a pair of underwear out of my bag?" Crowley smiled at you, already on his way to your bag, "Of course, love."
You stood there looking at Crowley as he ruffled through your bag. His suit clinging to all the right spots, curling around his biceps, tight around his thighs, unfortunately his ass covered by the length of his jacket, shoes nicely completing his look.
You'd met Crowley a few years back, when he was a lowly cross roads demon. You went to make a deal, planning to exchange your soul for the ability to track supernatural creatures so you could save them. Crowley took an interest in why you wanted to do such things. Realizing that you were a hunter that wanted to stop the deaths before they happen was important to you. Stop the needless death of humans and monsters alike.
You'd become close to him, allowing him to teach you the ways of the natural witch. After about a year you had learned enough that Crowley needed to come up with some other reason to stick around. So he started to offer his help with no strings attached as he took a liking to his little mouse. The hunter who only hunted those who hunt.
Crowley handed you the clothing, politely turning around before you dropped your towel. You slid your underwear on, groaning as you did so, causing Crowley too start to turn around. He stopped himself, asking permission first, "Let me help, yeah mouse?" You giggled, covering your boobs and huffing, "Yeah okay."
Crowley turned around, helping you step into the shorts and pulling them up, he handed you the towel to properly cover yourself on his way up. What a gentleman, you thought as he went over to your bag, digging out the emergency kit. "Lay, you need stitches," Crowley pointed to bed. You grumbled, he knew you didn't like stitches, "It's not even that bad, it's fine." Crowley glared at you, "Love, if you don't stitch that it's gonna take months to heal and likely get infected."
You laughed, laying down, "I could always just use a spell." Crowley shook his head, his playfulness with his best friend suddenly gone, "We've discussed that Y/n, it's not the kind of magic you want too mess around with." You put his hand on his arm, as he wet the rag he had with alcohol, in an attempt to comfort him, "I was just kidding, I know."
Crowley started cleaning the gash, making sure that you had gotten all the debris out. You hissed at him, you could see how curious he was, but you'd made a rule that he doesn't press hard unless it's bad. "So," you croaked out as he started stitching you, "what'd you do today?" Crowley smiled at you, secretly bashing you because if you'd just listen to him and find partners it wouldn't be like this.
"Well, I saw moose and squirrel-" You lifted your head, excited, "Sam and Dean?" He nodded, "Yes the royal pains in my ass. They were having trouble tracking some witch-" You giggled, "I could've helped them instead." Crowley tries to hide his genuine concern by joking, "Oh no doll, I don't think we'll be doing that." You furrowed your brows, "I still think we'd make a good team."
"Mouse, I don't ask for much," Crowley sighed, "if you want partners, I can find plenty of hunters that are not Winchesters." Crowley put gauze over your stitches, carefully pressing tape to hold them in place. You sat up, Crowley turning around to let you slip your tank top on, "Decent," he turned back around, "what is your problem? I never like other people enough to let them join me, but when I hear about someone you say no?"
Crowley sighed, "They're dangerous people, Y/n. I've told you I don't want you near them." You stared at him, "I just don't understand, you always tell me they're dangerous and I can't go near them but nothing else!" You stood up, starting to pace. "They're-huff-" Crowley looked away from you, closing his eyes tightly as they flashed with anger, "they'll do nothing but destroy you." With that Crowley was gone. You were used to your arguments ending like that, even your conversations. He would get called away and come back when he wasn't busy and that was fine, but you were going to look into the Winchesters while you had the chance.
You pulled out a map of the United States, channeling through your pendulum Crowley had hand made for you. You smiled, looking at the chain on one end a sharp pointed crystal rested, on the there a tiny little metal mouse, identifying it as yours, the only one on the planet like it. You took a deep breath, circling the crystal over the map focusing your energy on the image of the Winchester brothers. After a few minutes of scrying and finding nothing you decided to leave it for now, starting to pack up your things you began thinking about what was so bad about the Winchester brothers. Why did Crowley want you to stay away?
You didn't really know much about them aside from the little Crowley'd told you because you didn't really associate with other hunters. At the end of the day, you hated most of them. Hunters in general were crass, and you hated that. You are a ray of sunshine trying to preserve life and most hunters see something not human and kill it. That didn't sit right with you.
You thought about the things you did know about the brothers. They had been in this life their whole life. Had lost both parents, almost ended the world a couples times, saved it just as much if not more. Only really had each other, but Crowley had mentioned an angel on their shoulder-Castiel I believe? What did you even know about him?
"I don't believe I know you?" Your entire body went cold, turning as fast as you can to aim a gun in between his eyes. "That will do little damage to me," he spoke flatly. "I beg to differ, these here special made bullets to put your ass in back in hell, so tell me? What're you doing here?" The man is staring at you, confusion in his brows, arms by the edges of his trench coat, pants and shirt tidy, but not perfect, "I am Castiel, an angel of the lord. You called to me." Before you could even think of a response, Crowley was standing next to you. Eyes holding fear, not ager, he speaks lowly, a whisper under his breath.
"What have you done little mouse?"
You lowered your gun, not sure if it was because it wouldn't do damage or because you felt safe with Crowley there. "I didn't call to anybody," you stare at Castiel, eyes boring into his as he speaks. "I beg to differ, I felt you, heard you, you seem to also need dealings with the Winchesters?" He looked to Crowley who he'd just seen not hours ago, "I am slightly concerned with Crowley being here." Crowley scoffed, "I haven't tried anything on the musketeers in years, I've been nothing but a friend and Y/n here was too curious for her own good." He growled out the end looking directly towards you, causing a rush guilt for going behind Crowleys back.
"I didn't mean to take you away from the Winchesters-" "You did not. I am a man of many abilities, helping people is one of them. At least allow me to heal you." You backed away as he stepped forward, "I am not going to hurt you." Crowley put his hand on your arm, trying to reassure you, "Well do it then Feathers, but uh-" Castiel healed you, you felt warmth, pain dissolving from your body, "can we keep her to ourselves?" Your eyes raised at Crowley, appalled by his gumption to hide you.
"Excuse me?" You jerked away from Crowley, Castiel raising his eyebrows at you. "Is that what you would like Y/n?" You looked at Crowley, his face a mix of anger and concern. "Can we? I promise I won't bother you." Castiel smiles at you, secretly reading you, "You wouldn't be a bother but I understand. I am happy to have healed you." Castiel was gone, Crowley already starting to pick your bags up. "We're gone now mouse."
He grabbed you, whisking you away. You looked around, taking in the room you were standing in. It was clearly an apartment, a nicer than you'd ever known anyone to have. You looked around, a sleek kitchen area, the bathroom door opened from the living room, the couch took up most of the living room, a nice coffee table in front of it but pressed to the wall.
"Crowley where are we?" He was glaring at you, a sour look on his face, "A safe house, I hoped we'd never have to use it." You shook your head, "Okay, but where? What about my car?" He shuffled on his feet, "In a few days when I know Castiel didn't spill the beans about you I will take you back to it." Crowley chuckled a little, but not answering as he reached out your bags for you to take. You huffed, taking your bags from him, and then he disappeared.
You walked over to the refrigerator, to your surprise it was stocked. Demons don't need to eat, you thought to yourself, a little confused and trying to figure out where you were, you moved to the window. You looked out and you couldn't have been but three stories up, but no markers as to your city or state. The bathroom was also stocked shampoo, conditioner, soap, toilet paper, toothbrush and toothpaste?
Crowley reappeared, holding the rest of your things and your gun. You took it from him, anger over your features. "Crowley, are we in someone's apartment right now? You know how I feel about how you taking over peoples lives!" Crowley scoffed at you, "You know I respect you too much to violate your beliefs like that!" You rolled your eyes, tucking your gun behind your waistband, "Then who's apartment is this?"
Crowley made his was over to the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of liquor he conveniently knew where to find, "Technically yours. Like I said it's a safe house." You tapped the counter, letting him know you wanted a glass as you sat down, "Gonna have to do better than that." He poured your glass first, shrugging he started, "I pay for it, it's under a fake name, it's warded so you can't be found, do we need to get into logistics?" You downed your glass, picking up the bottle and filling up again, "You brought me here after I met Castiel, that's not exactly safe house worthy." Crowley shook his head, sipping on his own glass, "Yes it is cricket, yet it is." Your blood started to boil, you stood from your chair, seething with anger, you spit, "Crowley, if you don't stop acting like-"
"Like what? Like someone who wants to keep you alive?" You flinched at Crowleys words, waiting for him to continue, "Everyone that they're around dies, Y/n, dies. Hunter funeral, pile of ash, dies. Everyone but them; they will destroy you." You scoffed, "I'm pretty good at keeping myself alive thank you." He raises his eyebrows, smirking a bit, "Do you forget how we met mouse?" Your eyes connected with his, glaring, still seething with anger, "I was desperate not dead, there's a difference. Crowley, they can't be doing more damage than me hunting on my own. Maybe I could be a voice of reason-" Crowley slammed his glass down, grabbing the counter with both hands, "No! I don't know why you even want to know them!"
You studied Crowley, jealousy now seeping from him. Then it clicked. It clicked that you two were a bunch of shy kids. Bouncing around each other like you were fifteen for years now. Each thinking the other was uninterested, each thinking that you didn't deserve one another. Crowley rightfully so for a while, the things he did outside of you could be classified as horrendous, but your ray of sunshine had spread to him. Bringing out all of the good parts that once was Fergus Roderick MacLeod, reminding him of who he could be. You reminded him how to love, how to hold someone higher than yourself. Reminded him of what it's like to protect someone other than yourself, to need to.
"Crowley," you walked around the table and placed your hand on his, "please just tell me what's going on." Crowley didn't hesitate, he turned to you pressing his lips into yours. It took you a second to realize what was happening, and then you melted. You moved your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, his stubble tickling you. Crowley tangled his fingers in your hair, taking a deep breath as he readjusted to meet your lips, tongue skirting your bottom lip before nibbling on it. You gasped at the action, the sound taking Crowley by surprise as he continued to glide across your lips, not missing the warm blush on your face.
Crowley was first to pull away, sliding his hand out of your hair and tucking it behind your ear, resting his hand there, he whispered, "I can't lose you." You planted a chaste kiss on his lips, smiling at him reassuringly, "You won't." He softened a little bit, sighing heavily before returning his lips to yours. Soft and gentle, savoring the moment as he tugged you closer to him with his arm around your waist. You pulled just an inch away, Crowleys eyes opening and making contact with yours, "Does this mean I get to meet the Winchesters?" Crowley growled at you, quickly lifting you by your thighs causing your to wrap your legs around him, "Absolutely not."
hi emcon! im here for the 500 follower celebration! my character is crowley from good omens and my favourite trope is /obviously/ bed sharing. thank you love, i appreciate you!
gif // a/n: i hope you like it! vine voice “and the was only one bed” “oh my god.... there was only one bed”
Perhaps some part of you assumed that Crowley didn’t sleep, you couldn’t imagine it, even for a moment. Perhaps it seemed impossible, that in the midst of everything going on, he would want to sleep. So, the single bed in your hotel room didn’t seem like an issue, and as you crashed on the bed, not even bothering to change first, you could hear Crowley pacing the hotel room, studying everything. “I’m going to sleep,” you said. “See you in the morning.”
You felt one side of the bed sink down next to you and you cracked open an eye. “What?”
“Move over.” He picked up the pillow you were laying on so that you rolled over to the one on the other side of the bed.
“Hey!” you protested as Crowley took over the other side of the bed and rearranged his pillows to his liking. “What are you...”
“Sleeping?” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m going to have a nap if we’re stuck waiting here.”
Huh. Learn something new every day, you thought. He tossed the entire comforter over to your side and climbed into bed while you stared at the ceiling, perplexed.
“I thought you were going to sleep,” Crowley asked as you watched through the side of your eyes while he settled in. “Go to sleep.” He waved his hand. “Go.”
