I've written a fanfiction about Warlock that's about him falling out of an apple tree, breaking his leg and Crowley helping him deal with an ensuing nightmare about falling. I'd be really happy, if you could share it <3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51035242
Fall by ThisBumblebeeCommandsTheSea (G, 7,067+ w., 3/? Ch. || WiP || Kid Fic, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Nanny Ashtoreth, Hospitals, Absent Parents, Getting Lost, Child Neglect, Crowley is Good With Kids, Light Injury, Soft Crowley, Genderfluid Crowley) – It was a nice and peaceful day out in the garden. Warlock was climbing the apple tree, when he suddenly spotted a nice apple farther out on a thin branch... Thankfully Nanny and Brother Francis are right there.
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LOVELY I AM SO SORRY??? This ask got buried in a pile of others and I just saw it while I was cleaning up inboxes!! It WASN'T INTENTIONAL to miss it!!
I am SO happy to share this fic with my Lovelies, so everyone go give this one some love!! <3
Prompt : Holiday Prompt #11 - Person A tries to catch snowflakes with their tongue, Person B just watches them.
Warning : Drunk Reader.
Crowley hated having to deal with people in snowy locations, especially this close to the holidays. Sometimes it was the cheerfulness that irked him. Others it was the absolute rudeness and disregard, like the man who’d just slammed his shoulder against Crowley’s as he moved past. “Bloody moron.” Crowley growled.
He also hated the snow, and the salt people threw on the ground for the ice. It ruined his suits and his shoes. But he was a demon, and the holidays were big for deals with people so desperate to get their kids that shiny new bauble they wanted but couldn't afford. A soul for a PlayStation. Idiots.
Crowley dusted the snow off his shoulder as he walked across the street. He had another person to meet nearby and he liked making them sweat.
Turning the corner, his pace slowed when he saw you, stumbling out of a bar and laughing with friends. He watched you gasp, hands going out, palms up, as you realized it was snowing. You slowly turned in a circle, tongue hanging out of your mouth to catch snowflakes while your friends laughed.
“Shut up, I love the snow!” You shot at them. “Oh my god, I wanna build a snowman.”
“We are not building a snowman.” one of your friends rolled their eyes at you. “You’re such a loser.” She laughed.
“Well screw you, then.” You scoffed. “I’ll get a hot guy to build one with me.” You winked. “Hey, you!” Crowley realized you were calling out to him and his eyebrows shot up. “You wanna build a snowman with me?”
“Oh my god.. What are you doing!” Your friends started acting embarrassed and apologizing for you.
“Sorry, Dove. I’ve somewhere to be right now.”
“Shame.” You licked your lips. “I could get use to a guy who uses cute pet names in a hot accent.”
His eyes swept over you, taking you in for a moment. “Give me thirty minutes, Darling. I’ll play in the snow with you.”
He watched your grin widen. “Yeah? How will I get a hold of you?”
“Call out my name, and I’ll find you.” He was closer to you now.
“What’s your name?” You whispered the question without meaning to, you were so mesmerized by him.
“Crowley.” His hand came out to stroke your cheek as he moved past. “I’ll be back for you, Dove.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
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You were surprised to hear a knock at your motel room door. Who knew you were here? ...nobody.
You were immediately wary, grabbing your gun and peeking through a slit in the vertical blinds. Your eyebrows lifted as you recognized the figure as Crowley. Heaving a sigh, not entirely sure you were in the mood to deal with any demon shenanigans, you unlocked and pulled the door open.
“Crowley,” you said.
“Good afternoon,” he said. “Can I trouble you to step out of your room for a moment?”
You eyed him suspiciously, hand still on the doorknob, feet at the threshold. “...why?”
Crowley only tilted his head and gave you a little smile. “I need to talk to you but I’m not venturing in there,” he said, motioning with a nod. “Paranoia that comes with being demon royalty, I suppose.”
You shook your head and may have even rolled your eyes at the demon but you stepped over the threshold and pulled the door to your room shut behind you. “What is this about?”
Crowley shrugged his hands into the pockets of his pants. “No specific reason, really. Just checking in. Keeping tabs.”
You furrowed your brow at him. “Why?” you repeated.
“I find it exceedingly concerning when you aren’t with your usual partners in crime. Certainly puts me on edge and makes me wonder what you all are up to, separately or in conjunction.”
You crossed your arms across your chest, feeling suddenly tired and a bit empty. “We’re not up to anything to do with you. We have bigger fish to fry at the moment.”
“Then that begs the questions why you aren’t in the secret hideout with them, wherever that may be.”
You only peered at him earnestly for a moment, studying his expression. “Is that all?” you asked.
“More or less,” the demon replied.
You turned to go back into your room. “Oh, one more thing,” he said, stopping you with your hand hovering over the doorknob. “Merry Christmas,” he said. And then he was gone.
Thoroughly confused and perplexed at the interaction, you pushed back inside your room but stared slightly agape when the room came into view.
Where before there had been only bad wallpaper and loud coverlets there was now a shimmering and shining winter wonderland. A real tree stood in one corner, decorated with little white lights and colored ornaments and tinsel. A few wrapped packages sat beneath it. Candles were burning on the table, giving off the scent of baked christmas cookies and balsam fir. Mistletoe adorned the dated light fixture hanging from the ceiling, and the wall sconces had pine boughs and bright red boughs hanging. The whole room was transformed, and you knew it was Crowley who had done it. What you didn’t know was why.
This imagine brought to you for @supernaturalfreewill‘s Christmas Countdown AND Supporting Character Saturday!
Hi Steph, thank you so much for sharing my fanfic two weeks ago. <3 I've written another one and would be thrilled if you could share it too. It's called Staircase and is a hurt/comfort fic about Crowley and Warlock. Wishing you a lovely weekend :)
(referencing this post)
Of course!! Always a pleasure! Everyone go give this fics some love and support!!!
Staircase by ThisBumblebeeCommandsTheSea (G, 2,765 w., 1 Ch. || Nanny Ashtoreth Crowley, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Absent Parents, Parental Crowley, Soft Crowley, Sensory Issues, Bedtime Stories) – Warlock Dowling is six years old and awake. The only problem is that it’s also 8pm on a Sunday and his father is hosting another diplomats’ party.
Hi Steph! I just wrote a little missing scenes/fix it oneshot about Crowley's time looking after Warlock over the years and what they talk about a few years after the apocalypse. I just didn't want to believe they'd just 'ditch' him. There's a lot of affectionate!Crowley and some affectionate hissing. May I humbly ask you to share it?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50141788
Thunderstorm by ThisBumblebeeCommandsTheSea (G, 2,778 w., 1 Ch. || Kid Fics, Absent Parents, Genderfluid Crowley, Affectionate Crowley, Abandonment, Happy Ending, Soft Crowley, Parental Crowley, Crowley As Nanny) – When Warlock was six, his nanny left. When he turns eleven, so do his teachers. But he finds them.
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Hey Lovely!!
ABSOLUTELY!! I always encourage y'all submitting your fics for me to share! Everyone go give this fic some love!!!!
Pairing : Demon!Reader x Crowley, Lucifer, Sam & Dean Winchester.
Word count : 1,639
Warnings : Girlpower (Reader takes what she wants), Human furniture, Past sexual relationship briefly mentioned, torture briefly mentioned, minor blood, a threat or two.
Square filled : Human furniture
Written for : @spnkinkbingo
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At 19, I sold my soul to the highest bidder. The church offered me salvation. The demon offered me all I could dream of for ten years.
Best damn deal I ever made. I never intended to live past 40 anyways. So to be able to spend my twenties living it up without worries was exactly what I dreamed of.
Parties. Travel. Money. Booze and sex. It was all perfect.
I asked him where to sign and he laughed. “A kiss, Love. We seal the deal with a kiss.”
I laughed. “Honey, you aim low. I'd’ve fucked you for it.”
And fuck him I did. For a week straight that man kept me in a bed before he finally vanished again.
Meer days before my 30th birthday, a hound came. I won't lie, I was scared. Fuck, I was hammered and thought I was hallucinating at first. That massive bitch was no damn hallucination. In typical me fashion, I tried to go down swinging.
That just pissed the thing off.
I found myself.. well, in hell, I guess. Unable to move, screams unheard. I couldn't even truly see the size of the space I was in. It was just everywhere. Large yet confining. I felt like I could see for miles, but at the same time, felt claustrophobic. It truly was hell, but there was entertainment.
A guy would come in. Bit of an accent and older. Whenever he got frustrated with me, he'd flash white eyes my way.
He got frustrated a lot.
He'd cut into me, make me bleed and make me scream.
Make me beg for more. “I've done a lot of crazy shit during my ten years, pal. Tried everything at least once. Some twice. Either fuck me, or stop making me horny. Because you giving me blue balls is the only thing torturous about this.”
He was pissed. He came back, what felt like months later, and pulled me from my confines by my hair. “The King will see you.”
Turned out, the king was my old pal from when I made my deal. His cock looked real glad to see me when I was thrown at his feet.
But that was a long time ago. And there's a new king now.
Or rather, Queen.
I throw open the doors and stride across the room, head held high as I ignore everyone else in the room. Heels click on the stone ground of the throne room and the long black trail of my dress follows behind me.
I step up to the dias, and smile at my throne. I had rid the room of all the furniture of it's previous rulers and replaced it all with my own. And it's made of flesh and blood. In fact, the throne itself was made of Hell’s previous rulers.
Stark naked, and skin red from the harsh scrubbing they received regularly, Crowley and Lucifer made my throne. Their raw skinned backs were my seat, their heads rests for my arms. There was no back, but I didn’t need one.
Other demons who had gotten in my way littered the room. One whose sole purpose was to stand there and hold candles at all times. If they went out, if he moved, he was whipped with a flogger soaked in holy water. That flogger sat near my throne in a large clear bowl as a reminder to all, and I kept one hand gloved just so I could reach in and grab it at a moments notice.
Turning to face the room, I gently lower myself onto their backs. Crowley’s legs are shorter, so my ass sits just a touch higher on Lucifer, but I’ve grown accustomed. Crowley had done well by me, so I afford him the small luxury of sitting all my weight on Lucifer behind him, and crossing my legs over his back.
“Why have I been called here?” I tip my head back, looking down on everyone.
“Winchesters.” That simple word causes a murmur to fill the room. Not just the demons who stand before me, but even the furniture talks.
“SILENCE!” The furniture is quick to quiet.
“They requested an audience with Crowley.”
“They wish to have a chat with my throne?”
He let out a whisper of a chuckle before clearing his throat. “I informed them he was no longer king. They requested to see the..”
“Speak.” I was growing impatient already.
“They requested to see the, and I quote, ‘new bitch in charge’” He paused for a moment, looking for a reaction. “Dean.” he motioned behind him with his head. “Dean said it.”
“Well, let them in.” He could tell by the look on my face that I didn't want to be kept waiting. “Now!”
He gave a deep bow and turned, hurrying towards the door. When he returned, there were two men in tow, and several demons behind them almost cowering away from them.
“So it's true. Luci was sprung from the cage. Not smart, sweetheart.”
I watched his eyes flit to my lips at the smirk that graced the left side of my mouth. “The famous Winchester brothers.” The taller of the two hit the one who had spoken and motioned around. “You, giant.” He turned. “You'd make a fine addition to my collection.”
“Go to hell.” The other spat, taking a step so his shoulder was between me and his brother.
“Been there, done that, took over.” My arms came up in a grand gesture. “Now what can I do for you-”
“Dean.” a demon whispered into my ear. “That one is Dean. The other is Sam.”
I nod and gesture for Dean to speak. “We need Crowley.”
“You wish me to give you my throne? I use it often. What do I get in return?”
“You get to live.” he growled out.
Chuckling softly, I glanced to Sam. “I'm willing to trade.”
“What? I'm not giving you my soul, I-”
“It's useless to me.” I waved him off and he was stunned.
“A soul is-”
“Let me rephrase.” I pause and shift slightly in my seat. “I don't want it.”
“Then what the fuck do you want?” My calm demeanor is getting to him, I can see it.
Crowley is getting restless beneath me, his weight shifts slightly and Lucifer curses at him for it, but I just let my fingers run through Crowley's hair to calm him. “Sam.” I can see the shock, and then the anger as Dean starts moving closer, cursing about how I'll never get my hands on his brother. “Crowley means a lot to me, Dean. I will not simply give him away. I want something of equal value in return. Equivalent exchange.”
“He's my brother.”
“Crowley gave me the best years of my life.” I stand up. “He made me what I am. He gave me my deal, he got me off the rack, he taught me everything and then I took it from him to make him proud. I WANT SOMETHING OF EQUAL VALUE.”
“No.”
I smile sweetly, almost innocently at them and it instantly makes them uneasy. “Then I'll just keep you both. Take them.”
I snap my fingers, and my men are quick to apprehend the brothers, Dean struggling to get a hand free to reach the knife tucked under his flannel. Reaching in, I take it from it and hold it, point under his chin so he's looking at me eye to eye as I stand on the dais.
“You would make beautiful furniture, Dean Winchester.” I let the blade slip and a small trickle of blood runs down his throat and over his adams apple. Leaning in, I whisper into his ear. “Maybe I'll have you be my new bed.” I let out a soft moan and he tries to shift in their grasp. “Maybe I'll fuck your brother right on top of you.”
He's pissed, and there's defiance in his eyes as I back away.
“Take them both to my chambers. I want them stripped and washed.”
There's a chorus of “Yes, my Queen” as they get dragged out, kicking and fighting.
Once the room was cleared and I was left with my furniture, I turned, once again stepping closer to my throne, and hooked Crowley’s chin, making him crane his neck at an impossible angle to look up at me, his finger tips barely brushing the floor so he could.
“Did you really think I would give you up so easily?”
“No, my queen.” he was quick to answer.
“You are my favorite pet.” I smiled, my thumb brushing his bottom lip before dipping between them. “You, I will keep until I die. You, and only you.”
My thumb left the warmth of his mouth and spread his saliva across his cheek as I started to move away. But before I got too far, my fingers trailed down his back before giving his ass a firm slap.
Once the doors closed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed slightly. Crowley hung his head, but Lucifer dropped to sit on his hip and stretch his legs. “I want to kill you for raising that crazy bitch high enough to take over.” Lucifer spat.
Crowley sighed, and shifted to sit as well. “I was blinded. An utter fool.”
“You still fucking look at her like that.” Lucifer shook his head, but then looked to the door you had just walked out of. “But I got to admit,” he sighed and cracked his wrist. “She's crazy enough that if it had been me, I'd have been curious myself.”
“Someone's coming!” one of the ‘tables’ near the door warned.
Crowley and Lucifer both got back into position, and so did everyone else. “But right now, I just really want to fucking kill you.”
“Then bloody do it.”
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Pairing : Crowley x plussize!Reader, Rowena x Plussize!Reader, Gabriel, Sam (mentioned by nickname)
Word count : 1,831
Warnings : a touch of fat shaming, Cheating, secret relationship, nudity, foreplay, grace kink
Square filled : wearing the other’s clothes.
Written for : @spngenrebingo
A/N : Original idea that inspired this came from Dawn who asked for Rowena x Reader, with Reader wearing Rowena’s dress while Rowena wears the reader’s ‘Fed’ shirt.
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“My, what an extravagant dinner.” She strolled in, long blue dress flowing, a beautiful dark contrast to her bright red locks. “My invitation must've gotten lost.”
“Mother.” Crowley snarled out the word as she moved around behind him, her hand touching his shoulder.
“Darling, put some of that back. You don't need to eat, you're a demon now, you don't need to be as big as a hog this go ‘round.”
“Mother.” this time he spat the word out in disgust. “Leave.”
“And who is this darling thing?” Her eyes were set on you and she moved closer. “Have you been hiding a girl from me, Fergus?” she hooked your chin and made you look up at her and Crowley rolled his eyes. “Are you afraid I'll embarrass you?” She glanced back at him. “Or are you embarrassed of her? I'm sure she has a lovely personality.”
Snapping his fingers, two demons appeared in the room. “Get her out. NOW!”
She smirked at you as they grasped her upper arms and lead her from the room. “You can tell a lot about a man by how he treats his mother. He was always a right little shaite. Instead of making room for desert, Fergus, make time for your mother.”
Crowley sighed when she was gone from the room. “I'm sorry, Love.”
“It's fine, Crowley.” you gave him a gentle smile. “You had warned me she was like that.” Leaning over, you gently kissed his cheek. “How about we have double desert.” His eyes met yours. “Fuck her. I like my ‘wee little sausage.’”
“Don't bloody call me that.” he grumbled but a small smile graced his lips. With a wave of his fingers, a demon rushed in to clear away the unfinished plates while another brought in desert.
You woke up to the feel of fingers stroking your cheek. You moaned gently and rolled over, cracking your eyes open. “Ro-”
“Shh, my little dove.” She smiled. “He was called away for business. We have time, but just a touch.” You closed your eyes, and her brow furrowed. “What's wrong?”
“You went too far tonight.” You looked up at her again. “You know how self conscious I can be, and hearing you say those things-”
“I'm sorry, Darling.” She looked genuinely upset to have hurt you. “I wanted to be sure he'd never suspect.”
“Why would he? As far as anyone knows we had never met. And like you said, I'm just a great personality at be-”
“You know damn well I didn't mean that.” she snapped, her accent getting thicker as she got more annoyed. “That bloody oaf of a son of mine has neither looks nor personality, and yet, you're smitten with him.” she shrugged. “And what am I other than an old witch?” You opened your mouth, but she put her finger to your lips to stop you. “You're answer better be ‘stunning and youthful’.” she smiled.
“For your age.” you teased with a smile. “You're my old witch.” You shifted and gently pressed your lips to hers. “Why are you here, Ro? It obviously wasn't to apologize.”
“I came with a gift.” she smiled. “And an offer to make up for hurting your wee feelings.”
“A gift?” You finally sat up in the bed to be eye to eye with the older woman.
“Aye. I made it myself.” She beamed with pride and reached down to present you with a folded piece of dark blue cloth.
Looking into her eyes for a moment, she nodded with a smile, encouraging you to unfold the soft material. “It's beautiful..” you gasped, looking at an exact copy of the dress she currently wore. Exact, except for the size.
“I've always wanted to see a beautiful woman in my clothes.” she smiled at you. “And there is no one as beautiful as you.”
“Ro-”
“If I get Fergus occupied, I wish to steal you away. Just for a few days, my Dove. The two of us. And you can wear that for me.”
You chewed on your bottom lip. “I don’t know..”
“I'd do anything.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Wear one of my dress shirts.”
Her eyebrows went up and she glanced towards your closet. “That's really not my style-”
“Just one of my dress shirts. Nothing else.” Her eyes met yours again. “Maybe I've always wanted a beautiful woman in my clothes too. And my shirt would be like a dress on you.” You licked your lips thinking of her smooth thighs poking out from under one.
“You're lucky I adore you.” she grabbed the dress back and you smiled as she got up.
“Ro?” She turned. “He'll find us.”
“I already have it all figured out, my little Dove.” She winked. “Don't you fret that pretty little head.”
The wind whipped at your hair as the boat sped along. You were lounging on the front deck sipping a cocktail while Rowena flirted and winked at the young man who owned and drove the boat before coming back over. “Risky, Ro.”
“He's harmless.” she waved her hand dismissing it. “And enchanted.” She winked and you shook your head. “He'll not remember us, don't you fret.”
“What did you tell Crowley?” you squinted, one eye shut against the sun behind her. He had been oddly willing to leave you with his mother when he hurried off, not thrilled, but willing.
“I apologized, and-”
“You? Apologized?” You chuckled. “Wish I'd been there for that.” Your lips wrapped around the straw of your drink and you took a sip.
“Well, not in so many bloody words.” She shot you a glare. “I simply said I wanted to get to know the woman in his life.” she shrugged. “And he couldn't stop me since he had urgent matters to attend.”
“What urgent matters?”
A grin spread over her face. “Ones that will take him a few days to find out I set it up.”
“Ro-”
“He's use to me getting in his affairs..” She shrugged. “I'll tell him I simply wanted to get to know you without his interference. Not a total lie.” She leaned in, pressing her lips to yours. “It's going to be lovely having time with you without needing to fear him finding us. As fun as that is.”
“You're horrible.” you teased with a smile.
“You love it.” Her lips pecked yours once more.
“Where are we going, anyways?”
“Bermuda Triangle.”
“What!?”
She chuckled. “A small island, my little dove. But yes, within the triangle. No one in heaven, hell, or earth will find us there. I made sure of it.” The smile spread on your face and you pulled her in for a passionate kiss.
You nervously smoothed down the thin material again and again, trying to smooth down the rolls underneath.
“Stop that.”
“I'm not so sure about this, Ro. I look-” Your breath catches in your throat when you see her standing there in your dress shirt that is more than a few sizes too big for her. One smooth creamy thigh shifts as she bends her knee and raises her leg just so with a wink.
“Stunning in that dress.” She makes her way over, her hands coming out before she even reaches you, and a moment later she's moving them over the hips you just tried to smooth out. “Absolutely stunning. I knew it would be perfect. Just like you.”
Her eyes are on yours and you can't help but blush. “Ro-”
“Shhh.” She stops you from speaking with her lips pressed to yours, and you're more than happy to let your hands explore her as your mouth opens.
Your hands go searching south, looking for those soft creamy thighs you've been dying to feel for weeks. You groan softly into her mouth when you feel them, your hands pushing up the hem of the shirt as they move up and around to grip her ass.
She breaks the kiss and starts to back away, going towards the bed, and you're all too happy to follow, your eyes locked on hers. “Ro.”
She moves from your grasp and begins unbuttoning the shirt, starting from the top and taking her time. “Patience, my little dove. We have time.”
“Fuck, Ro.” As soon as all the buttons are open, you rush closer, sliding your hands in under the shirt to feel as much of her skin as you can. “And fuck patience.”
“So crude.” she teases, and licks at your jaw before taking a gentle bite.
“Darling!” you freeze hearing Crowley's voice. “What the bloody hell is going on here!?”
Fear takes over and you spin around, eyes wide and watching the door as you hear boot falls coming closer. “Rowena… I-I thought you said..” you swallow heavily and turn to her. “Run. If he catches you, hell-”
“I'll what?”
You turn back, afraid. But when you see that face, that smile, anger takes over. “What the hell, Gabe!? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
His smile spreads. “You're the one up to no good, sweetheart.” he wagged a finger and tsked. “As for you, Red. If you're going to take over my hiding places, the least you can do is invite me to the party.”
“His hiding place? You went to an angel for help with this?”
She shrugged. “He spent a long time hidden, dove. There is none better.”
“Hiding’s not the only thing I'm good at.” he winked.
You bit your bottom lip as he glanced from Rowena's exposed skin to you, his eyes taking in every curve. “Got your grace back?”
His smile widened, and you gasped when you felt the cool spark of his grace start at your clit and spread slowly deeper. “Yeah, it's back.”
You whimpered, legs going weak under you as your thighs began to quake. “Sh-it.”
“If you want me to go, Red, better tell me now. Your girl is about to soak that pretty little dress.” his eyes were shining as he watched your body react to his grace, loving how he could bring you so close without moving a muscle.
“She better not ruin that dress, I bloody made that by hand.” she snapped at him.
“Very well.” Snapping his fingers, you were standing naked in the middle of the room. “I like her better like this anyways. No offense.”
“I won't argue.” She moved closer, hand moving over your stomach then up to cup a breast.
“Please..” You begged. “I-I need..”
“How much time to we have?” Rowena glanced back at Gabe.
“I've got my Sasquatch running circles around your sausage. Give him about 12 hours to catch up. He'll figure me out before you. We have time.”
“Perfect.” She grinned, her red painted lips parted to show those pearly whites underneath. “Make it rain.”
“My fucking pleasure.” Gabe started moving into the room hitting every pleasure point with his grace and smiling as you screamed out and came, squirting on the floor.
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Pairing : Bobby x Crowley
Word count : 1,839
Originally posted under : Crowleysplaythings
Warnings : Blood, near death, Smuttish, Non/Dub-con
Square filled : Crobby
Written for @spnkinkbingo
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Bobby lay bloody and dying on the ground, hand clutching at his chest, trying to stop some of the bleeding as he hoped beyond hope his boys were okay. He had promised not to go off on his own, and he had broken it in a heartbeat when he heard someone in trouble.
But no one had been in trouble. It had been a trap. So here he was, gasping for breath and hoping they had at least been smart enough not to get fooled like he had.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?”
Bobby looked up at the demon standing by his head. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a gurgle, then he coughed up blood.
Crowley clicked his tongue a few times, with a shake of his head. “Should have listened to your boys, Singer. I take it you could use a bit of help?”
“Ar-” he coughed again, turning his head to the side as blood ran down his cheek. “Boys.. okay?” He barely got that much out, but if he was dying, he needed to know they were okay.
“Would you like to save them? They very well could die without you.” Crowley crouched down, tilting his head to look at Bobby.
“Dy-ing…” He clutched at his wound tighter.
“I can heal you. For a price. Remember?” Crowley smirked and stood.
Bobby watched him, breath heavy and his body shaking. He had lost so much blood already, he only had moments left. “Wh-w-”
Crowley simply held out his hand. Bobby’s eyes moved to the hand, and Crowley rolled his. “Just bloody take my hand if you want to save your boys, Singer.”
His hand ached, and he winced as he loosened his grip on his chest. His knuckles were sore as he stretched his fingers, his arm heavy as he raised it slowly. Crowley grasped his hand, and pulled him to his feet. “Th-thanks..”
“Looking better already.” Crowley pointed out. Bobby looked down, and the bleeding had stopped. So had the pain. He fidgeted with his shirt, and found the fatal wound gone. “You’re welcome.”
Bobby licked his lips before looking up at Crowley. “Let’s get this over with.” He grumbled, and prepared for a kiss.
Crowley shook his head. “This is much bigger than a kiss.”
“Then what do ya want?”
“Don’t worry, Singer. I’ll collect later.” He smiled, before turning and walking away. “Better hurry off to save Moose and Squirrel.” He called over his shoulder. “Before their souls become mine as well.”
Bobby grabbed his gun that had fallen from his grasp earlier, and took off running.
The door to the motel room was shoved open, the knob hitting the wall. Groaning, Bobby walked in, and slammed it shut behind him. Everything hurt, everything ached. He wished that just once, they had sprung for a motel with a hot tub. Dying took a lot out of you, even if you got healed up. And he wasn’t looking forward to what Crowley would ask for in return. He knew he’d make that deal again though, anything for those boys.
He barely kicked off his boots before collapsing on the bed, not caring that he was covered in drying blood, sweat and grime still. He lay there on his stomach, arms at his side as he stared off across the room. He knew he should shower, he knew it would help, but everything hurt. He didn’t think he’d make it that far. His eyes flicked to the bathroom door. “Five feet.” he mumbled to himself. “Five feet, then two more to the tub.” His eyes drifted closed instead.
He wasn’t sure how long he slept, or what had woken him, but he was awake, and figured he might as well finally shower. His head was facing the other way now, but other than that, he hadn’t moved. He winced through the ache as he brought his hands under his chest to push off the bed.
“I was enjoying the view.”
Furrowing his brow, he turned back the way he had been facing when he passed out. “Crowley?” The demon was sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, drink in hand. “What are ya doing here?”
“I’m here to collect.” He raised his glass in a silent toast before drinking from it. “Stay down.”
“Like hell. I’m going ta shower.”
As Bobby started to push, and raise off the bed, Crowley used his powers to push him back down. “I said, stay down.”
Looking around as best he could, he noted his bag was way out of reach. “The boys are in the next room.” Bobby pointed out. “If I just yell-”
“They’ll never hear you.” Crowley smirked. “I have every intention of you getting loud, so I took precautions.” He shrugged slightly. “I’d save your breath.”
Bobby clenched his jaw. “This is low, even for you.” He snapped.
“I’m the King of Hell, Singer. Nothing is too low for me.” He waved the hand holding his glass, not spilling a drop, and the hunter’s jeans were now around his ankles. “Really, Singer.” Crowley’s eyes swept over his ass, down the hunter’s legs, then back up. “You couldn’t wear a pair without holes?”
“S’cuse me if I was busy fuckin’ dyin’ today.”
“I suppose I should just be pleased you didn’t soil yourself then.” Bobby couldn’t move, but it didn’t stop the death glare he shot the demon’s way. “Oh come now. I’ll go easy on you.. At first.” He grinned before standing.
He trailed a finger down Bobby’s thigh as he moved, laughing as Bobby tried to pull his leg away. “Ya really so bad in bed, ya gotta get it this way? Even I got better luck than that.”
“Maybe this is just more fun for me?” Crowley mused, walking up the other side, his fingers trailing up the other thigh. “Maybe it’s more fun for both of us.” He grabbed hold of Bobby’s boxer briefs and ripped them off.
“GODDAMN THAT HURT! YA STUPID IDJIT!”
Crowley laughed. “I do so love hearing your voice raised. What else will have that effect on you, my pet?”
“I ain’t you’re damned pet.” Bobby spat.
“Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. You are my pet.” He gave Bobby’s ass a slap that made the man flinch, then admired the hand print that began to form. “You’re my little lap pet. And believe me, Singer. By the end of the night, I’ll have you begging to be in my lap.” Crowley gave him another slap.
“Ain’t gonna happen.” Bobby growled.
Crowley chuckled. “We’ll see.” He put his glass to his lips, and finished his drink.
Crowley had been teasing Bobby for a bit. To Bobby, however, it seemed much longer. When Bobby went stone silent, Crowley slowly began upping his game. “You can’t stay silent forever, pet.”
Bobby just clenched his jaw in answer. He refused to give Crowley the satisfaction.
“Very well.” Crowley snapped his fingers.
Bobby waited, glancing around as best he could for some hint as to what would happen next. Nothing. Not a sound. Then he realized, he could move. He licked his lips, waiting a moment longer, anxious. Would Crowley really just leave?
Bobby pulled his knees under himself and pushed up, ready to get off the bed. As soon as he was on his hands and knees, however, CRACK! “Son of a bitch!” He dropped right back onto his stomach as his back stung from the leather strips.
“Made you talk.” Crowley grinned, before whipping him with the flogger again, but this time on Bobby’s already tender ass.
Bobby bunched a bit of blanket, shoving it in his mouth and bit down as hard as he could. His whole body tensing under Crowley’s deft hands.
“The silent treatment again, eh?” Crowley gave his neck a crack. “That’s fine. You won’t be silent for long. You and I both know you are enjoying this, Singer. Just submit.”
Bobby shook his head, flinching as the flogger hit the back of his thighs.
“Admit how much you love this.”
Bobby’s jaw clenched around the blanket, and shook his head.
“You forget just how much I know about you.” Crack. “And how much I hear.” Crack. “I can get in that pretty little head of yours, easily. Should I do that, Bobby? Should I root out every dirty little thing you think? Play out every fantasy for you?”
Bobby swallowed, a sheen of sweat covering him, his eyes fluttering closed now and then with the strikes.
“I wonder if you would enjoy the rack?” Crowley mused. “You seem to love this, though you won’t admit it.” He ran the leather strips over Bobby’s red striped skin. “I could put you up there, cage up that cock of yours, and whip you to your hearts content.”
Bobby couldn’t stop the shiver that ran up his spine.
Crowley stood in Bobby’s line of sight, letting the hunter see him strain against his trousers. “Why do you try to wound me with your silence? I’m only trying to give you what we both want. Would you prefer to keep your sexuality a secret? Dumb and Dumber in there wouldn’t judge. We both know how Dean’s eye wanders..” Crowley ran his fingers through Bobby’s hair. “But, if it would make you more comfortable, I will take on a woman for a meat suit. Did you burn your wife’s body, or just bury it?”
“Fuck you.” Bobby mumbled around what was in his mouth.
Crowley grinned. “No, Bobby. But I will be fucking you, like the little Bitch you are.”
Bobby stifled a groan as Crowley moved out of sight. Flinching as another strike fell across his ass.
“Red is your color, my pet.” Crowley’s voice was low as he had leaned over and whispered it into Bobby’s ear. He felt Crowley’s hand moving gently over his ass, and Bobby winced, sucking in air at the sting.
With a wave of his hand, two fingers extended and slightly apart, Bobby’s legs spread as much as the pants around his ankles would allow.
“What a sight.” Crowley moaned. Bobby jumped as fingers brushed over his balls. The fingers trailed up along his ass crack. “Are you sure you’re not enjoying this?” Crowley chuckled at the goosebumps on Bobby’s skin, and he leaned back to see Bobby’s face.
Bobby had his eyes shut tight as Crowley circled his puckered hole. “Very well.” His hand came away, and the flogger came down on the hunter again and again. Finally, Bobby cried out at the pain.
Grinning, Crowley put the flogger down, and gave a twist of his wrist, and Bobby found himself being turned over. “My, my…”
Bobby looked down in horror at the raging hardon he was sporting.
“So, Singer. Was it the flogging, the dirty talk, or the anticipation of what’s to come?”
“Please…” Bobby tried to shift his hips.
“Please what, Pet?”
“Please.” Bobby begged, finally surrendering. “Take me in your lap.”
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