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[jediwizardelf]

Imagine being an angel and secretly dating Crowley. You two get into a huge fight, after which he dramatically leaves

[ifindyourlipssokisssable]

The King and His Chérie (Ch2)

Chapter 2

Summary: Crowley has an interesting encounter with a female hunter.  The new female hunter, Samantha, adjusts to her new home with the Winchesters.  She becomes accustomed to the hunting life and how it’s like living with Dean and Sam. She learns about the Winchester’s previous encounters, including one with a particular red eyed demon…

Word Count: 4664

Warnings: Fluff, no smut

Tagging: @trollhunter94 @har-rison-s @wholita @gettinjoyful @winchester-writes @misguidedconqueress @cutelittlepurplesouls @liz-truth @dwjohmsmith13 @li-ssu @ktvball123 @fishlover17 @princesssugartitts-blog

Samantha found her way into the kitchen, tying the robe at her waist a smidgen tighter.  It fell to the floor, just how she liked.  Most women’s robes were at the knee - even the winter ones, which she always hated.  This one, however, just so happened to be floor length, and very comfortable. She smiled and searched the cabinets for a coffee mug.  She was still getting used to the place and getting used to where things were.  She found a black mug and poured herself some coffee and filled it with creamer.  Giving it a stir with a spoon, she brought the warm cup to her lips and took a sip “Mmm…” She hummed. Samantha smiled at the taste and set it down, looking for a pan and some eggs to cook.

“Hey”

The young girl gasped and spun around, “Oh-- hey Dean, you scared me.” She faced him, putting the pan down on the stove.

“That’s my robe, princess” He looked at her with squinted eyes in the doorway, wearing his pajama pants and grey t-shirt.

“O-oh,” She subconsciously looked down and reached to touch the ties of the robe. “Really? I’m sorry, I just found it in the bathroom.  It was folded up and it looked like it hadn’t been worn in a long while, so-”

“It was just washed” His facial expression was grumpy, but the corner of his mouth crept up in a smirk from seeing her falter so innocently. “It’s alright, no harm done. Just remember to put it back in my room, okay?”

“Okay,” She replied almost obediently and took another sip of her coffee. “Would you like an omelet or some scrambled eggs? I was just about to cook some for you two…if that’s what you like.”

Dean raised a brow, “Really…? You were? That’s awful nice of you. You don’t have to do that.”

“Well, I wanted to. I’m your guest, and I’m new…” she blushed, “I wanted to do a little something for you guys.” She smiled and pushed her hair back behind her ear.

“Hmph,” Dean strode over to the coffee maker with a smirk on his face, and grabbed himself a black coffee, “That’s adorable.” His voice rumbled as he let out a small chuckle, “But if you really want to, you can make me an omelet and Sam some scrambled eggs. He likes those.” Dean’s speckled green eyes flickered over to her warm brown eyes. She returned his gaze politely, then returned to making their breakfast.

“So you guys have been living here for a few years now,” she looked up at him with furrowed brows, “How old is this place?” She inquired.

Dean leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms, coffee in hand, “Yeah, we’ve been here for a little while now. We finally have a place to call home. It’s great. It’s a damn fortress too,” He took a sip of his coffee. “The bunker’s been here since the forties.  It was one of the home bases for the Men of Letters. It’s pretty big, but you’ll get used to it.” He grinned and pointed a finger at her. “You still need a tour”

Samantha nodded, “Yeah I do. I should probably know the in & outs of my new home.” She opened the fridge to see if there was any orange juice, and saw something else that caught her eye. “Hmm…bacon?” She looked at him curiously and his eyes went wide like a small puppy, “Yes please. You’d be an angel if you made some bacon” She chuckled and took them out along with the OJ.  “Well, if it’s what you want, I’ll make it for you.” Samantha put them on another pan and lit the gas on the stove.  “You know…it’s really comforting knowing I live in such a sturdy home- completely warded off from all monsters” She sighed, very relieved, yet still in disbelief of her home invasion back in New York.  “It’s nice to know I didn’t just hitchhike with a couple of rednecks and be taken God knows where…heh…” A red tint rose to her cheeks with embarrassment.

The sturdy hunter rolled his shoulders and pursed his lips before clearing his throat, “Yeah thank God for that”

“Ughhh….*yawns* mrrugh” Sam appeared from the corner, rubbing his eyes and yawning like a bear with his hair sticking up in random places.

“Mornin’ sleepy head,” Samantha chirped, peering at the giant in the kitchen, “You sure seem well rested” 

Before Sam could open his mouth for a quick reply, he noticed she was wearing Dean’s robe.  His brows cinched together questioningly, as he gave Dean a knowing look. Dean explained, mock-offended with outstretched arms, “She’s not even here a week and she stole my robe” 

The comment made her giggle and she dished out their breakfast.  “Here’s some food to make up for it” She handed them their plates and Sam looked surprised and flattered, “Aw, you made me scrambled eggs? That’s so nice. Thank you” He leaned over and ruffled her hair, making it messy. 

She smiled and said sweetly, “Bon Appetit, Monsieur Winchester” She made a plate for herself and took it to the counter while the boys ate at the small table.

They both took their first bite and groaned happily.  She peered at them, pleased with their resounding reactions to her cooking. “Mm, that’s delicious. Are those spices on my omelette? …I didn’t even know we had those…”

“I found’m just laying around. I’m glad you like it,” She smiled and drank her coffee.

“It tastes delicious,” Sam grinned sweetly, “We don’t always have the time to have home cooked food, so it’s great to be able to enjoy it when we can.”

Samantha tilted her head, confused, “What do you mean?”

“When we’re out on a hunt - we usually have to resort to greasy burgers and stuff like that,” Sam informed her.

“Oh...”

“Which you’re not going to do for a LONG time,” Dean interjected, “So you can just stay here and cook all the food you want and be out of harm’s way,” he smiled.

“Well, she’ll still have to learn how to hunt eventually, Dean.”

“Eventually, meaning a very long time from now- possibly never…” Dean grumbled while drinking his coffee.

Samantha huffed, “Why not? I wanna go on a hunt one day!”

Dean sighed, “Look, no offense to you at all, but it wasn’t even my first choice to bring you here and have you tied up in our supernatural chaos.”

Sam shot him a bitch face and peered at Samantha with soft eyes, “Dean is sort of right… -about hunting. But…There’s no rule that says you shouldn’t learn self defense” This reassured her, and peaked her interest.

“Hmm…that makes sense.  I should start out small. And do the ‘looking up’ thing you guys do. I should practice that”

Dean turned to her and smirked. “You mean, research?”

“Oh- yeah, yeah. Of course,” She blushed and stuffed some more food in her mouth, “Well…I have a bachelor’s degree in psychology.  Would that be helpful in any way?”

“Definitely,” Dean said, “Being a mind reader has its perks on the job.  You gotta know who’s lying, how to read people, whether or not they’re bluffing, and you gotta know how to sweet talk your way into places”

“I figured so,” Samantha nodded and rested her jaw on her fist, “So you guys are always dressing like feds and getting into crime scenes that way?”

“Yep,” Sam said, “Or on special occasions we’ll be deputies or journalists”

“Well it must be nice to dress so dapper all the time,” she smiled.

“Eh, it’s a monkey suit…” Dean groaned, “You get tired of wearing the same suit all the time. But…” He mulled it over, “It doesn’t hurt when you want a lady’s attention.” 

Samantha glanced away as he winked at her, too nervous to keep eye contact.  She gathered from her time with the boys that Dean was the lady’s man, and was quite ‘experienced’.  It intimidated her slightly and she couldn’t deny that.

“Speaking of hunting - I came across a possible case last night,” Samantha’s thoughts were pulled back into the conversation as Sam spoke. “I saw a big headline online about a few girls that went missing.  Apparently they found their bodies drained of blood”

“A vampire case?” Samantha guessed.

Dean looked at her impressed, “Most likely. Where is this? It better not be over three hundred miles, I’m not in the mood for something far after going all the way to New York.” 

“I’ll do you one better. It’s in Oak Hill, less than 200 miles away.

“Great, so when are we going?” Samantha perked up. The boys looked at her cute, proud smile and they both looked at each other with regret.

Dean grabbed his empty plate, about to put it in the sink. “Sam and I are going,” 

“That’s nice that I’m going with you, Dean” She smirked right back at him and he faltered, realizing what she meant. “You-” He let out a sigh and put his dish in the sink, then came back over to the two of them. He looked between the two of them and ran a hand down his face. “You guys are gonna have to settle on your nicknames.  I’m not gonna go crazy figuring out who’s who”

“Uh,” Sam let out a breath, amused, “I don’t think you’ll remember Dean. You call me Sam and Sammy all the time.”

Dean rolled his eyes and threw his head back. He looked at the young girl and pointed at her, “Girl-Sam,” then pointed at his brother, “Sam.”

Samantha chuckled and put her dish in the sink too.  “So girl-Sam has to sit at home then?”

“Yes. I’ll get you settled and familiar with the rest of the bunker,” Dean grabbed her forearm and guided her out of the kitchen without another word like a child, “Come on, girl-Sam.” Sam laughed at his brother’s gruffness.  He knew he was going to enjoy confusing him with another Sam in the bunker.

“This is the gun range, of course you won’t be using it anytime soon, but when you do - this is where it is” Dean leaned over and showed her where the targets were. “You stand here, the target is down there, and you try to hit a bulls-eye” He patted her back firmly and she jolted at the sudden strong contact, “O-oh. It’s kinda creepy down here, and dark.” She looked at the window and the goggles and headphones in the sling under it. “How do you guys get over there to get all the bullet casings and reset the targets?”

“There’s a door on the far side that opens to the other side, but, no need to show you that,” he grinned, folding his hands behind his back, “Next room”

She rolled her eyes and started walking. “You know I’m not a baby, Dean. I am an adult.”

“Oh just barely, princess. How old are you again?”

“I’m 22. Aren’t you like 30 or something?”

He scoffed, “Yeah I wish. Thanks for flattering me, I’m 37″

She blinked, “Oh, well you certainly don’t look it” 

“Well maybe the secret to looking younger is dying a hundred times and coming back to life,” he smiled sarcastically and scoffed, “Sam and I have gone through so much crazy shit.”

“I know…you told me about some of it already…and I’m sorry by the way, for…all the hardships you two have gone through,” She looked up at him with remorse in her eyes, “I can’t begin to imagine all the torment you’ve suffered from what you told me.”

Dean’s brows furrowed slightly. He tried brushing it off like it was no big deal. “It’s alright, but this is why I don’t want you to get involved.”

Samantha’s eyes met the floor and she gulped.  Juno’s barking was heard on the way out, followed by Sam’s heavy footsteps.  They passed by the doorway and she saw Juno wag his tail and bark at Sam again, wanting to be chased. She giggled at that, especially when Sam’s laughter was heard echoing down the hall.  Soon, they were both running past the gun range, and out of sight. “God damn,” Dean cracked a smile, “Your dog is gonna put my brother to work.”

“It looks like it,” she smiled and looked past the doorway and down the hall, “Huskies are very hyperactive. They love running around, but they mostly love pulling sleds in the snow”

“Ya know, I’m not a fan of dogs, but I gotta say, props to you for getting a real one. You’re smart to have him for protection.” 

She pushed her hair back behind her ear, “Thanks. I’ve always grown up with huskies.  They’re so beautiful - and like you said, protective, and strong. I love Juno a lot.” She crossed her arms and walked forward, heading into the map room in front of her. Dean sensed her uneasy behavior from a mile away, and chalked it up to her being a new roommate that’s not quite settled or familiar yet.  He didn’t agree with the thought of her hunting, but he didn’t want her to be miserable here. He wanted her to be happy living in the bunker with them.

“The map room serves more as a coffee table. We also use the library, right down there, to do our research.” He pointed in the direction of the mahogany wood desk and the old book shelves.

“It looks really relaxing. I like it,” She smiled and walked over to the library. She went over to the desk, and ran her fingertips over the surface. The wood was polished and certainly wasn’t cheap.  Her curiosity perked up as she went to pull out a random book from the shelf.

Dean touched the back of his neck with his hand, “I uh- I gotta go talk to Sammy about that case. Is there anything else you need me to point out?”

She thought for a moment and shook her head, “No, I don’t think so. At least not right now. I’ll stay here and read for a bit”

Dean nodded, “Okay. Just holler if you need me.” He left her in the library, where she sat and started to read.  Juno soon found her and wagged his tail happily, and joined her at her side. “Hey boy, I think we’re gunna like it here.”

“But sir, I-”

“To the torture chambers with him” 

“What?! No, no!” *poof* The guards teleported the sorry soul out of the thrown room, as the king had ordered.

That very king, looked over the list in his hand with a drawled sigh.  Over 600 more sentences needed his approval today.

A woman, or demon in a woman’s meat suit, approached the king respectfully. 

“Well I do hope you’ve got some interesting news for me,” King Crowley groaned with a hand over his face, clearly bored of his tedious duties.

“Yes, my Lord. I would like to inform you that we have almost everything we need for the spell you ordered”

“Really now…?” Crowley’s brows raised.

“Yes, we found all but these two items,” She handed him a small list with all of the crossed out ingredients, and the two that were missing.  Upon seeing them, he immediately knew where he could find such items. “Thank you. You are dismissed.” He straightened up, fixed his collar, and rose from his seat. “I think I’ll be visiting a couple of lumberjacks...”

After some time, Samantha decided to go back to her room.  The boys told her they’d go out on a supply run and would be back soon.  With them gone, she took advantage of her time alone and got the rest of her things in order in her new living space.

She grabbed all her toiletries to put them in their proper place in the bathroom.  Once she was completely satisfied, she got undressed to hop in the shower. Tossing her dirty clothes on the floor, she turned the nob to let the warm water pour over her skin. The bathroom filled with steam, and she got to work right away, feeling refreshed. As she scrubbed every inch of her body, the sweet smell of her shampoo and body wash consumed the entire room.  The water fell over her hair and she fingered through it, getting all the knots out. 

With a final rinse, she shut the water, and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself. Oh…damn. I should’ve brought some clean clothes in here. She sighed, and picked up her dirty clothes off the floor and exited the bathroom.  She tossed them in a hamper and made her way down the hall, just as she heard her phone ringing.

Crowley stepped into the bunker and looked around him in the main room. 

“Oh Deeean. Saaam,” he sang in singsong. He pursed his lips, looking back and forth. Strange. He felt their presence there earlier. Samantha followed the sound of her phone until it stopped ringing. 

Samantha walked into the library, and she gasped.  As she clutched her towel to her nude body, she stared at the stranger in the room with pure shock. 

“My oh my…” Crowley’s deep voice drawled with a wicked grin, “Didn’t mean to catch you naked, darling.” Crowley’s eyes sauntered over her, taking in the doe eyed beauty, and the sheer look of panic on her delicate face.  Her hair was still wet and matted to the sides of her face. “You must be a lady friend of the boys, am I right?” He grinned and smirked at her, “I guess one of them had to blow off some steam.” Samantha stood there frozen.  She gulped, and felt her fist tighten around her towel, the only thing guarding her vulnerability.  She could barely even register what he was saying to her.  Her delicate voice stammered out, “W-who are you? What are you doing here?” 

“Ah yes, where are my manners?” He snapped back to his senses and shook his head, “The name’s Crowley.” He strode over to her slowly, taking each step with caution.  Her eyes locked on him incredulously, watching his every move.  He stopped when he was a foot away from her, just close enough to analyze her up close. His hand reached for hers, “And to whom do I owe this pleasure?” He rose the back of her hand to his lips. Her body jolted from the unexpected polite gesture. His salt and pepper beard brushed against her skin. It was surprisingly soft. She swallowed and took her hand back “Samantha”

He smiled, “Samantha? Well, you share the same name as Moose. …Have you happened to see him, by chance?”

“Huh..?” Her brows furrowed as she tried to piece this together. She thinks that he knows Dean and Sam, but how could he have gotten in here? “Yeah…I have,” she said timidly, looking up through her lashes, “But- how did you get in here?”

“Demon” He shrugged his shoulders as if it were obvious, only making her feel uneasy inside. “They lowered their defense grid a while back so they could let me in,” He winked.

She took in a shaky breath and stammered, taking a step back, “B-but, how? They told me this place is completely warded off against those things…”

This made Crowley furrow his brows. So she wasn’t some girl either of them picked up at a bar. She clearly knew a little more about them. “How do you know about demons…?”

Before she could answer, Juno’s growl could be heard beside her. It was a threatening growl, and Juno advanced on the suited man and barked at him viciously. She was soon coming to terms of the situation, starting to believe he really was a demon.

“So you do know the boys.” He glanced down at the snarling husky and simply smoothed his hand on his head with ease, looking at him for a moment, and he calmed down instantly, going as far as to lick his hand as well. Samantha’s jaw dropped at the trick.

“What did you do to my dog?” She reached for her pup by his collar and hugged him to her protectively, but when she looked at him, he was perfectly fine and he licked her face.  She looked up at Crowley confused.

“I assured him I meant no harm,” he spoke, “And the same goes for you too. The Winchesters and I are besties.”

“‘Besties,’ huh?” The girl ran her fingers through Juno’s fur for comfort.

Crowley squinted his eyes, and looked her up and down, “I think I can make the assumption that you’re more than just one of their pick ups for the night”

“I’m not either of their- ‘fuck buddies’,” she blushed, feeling embarrassed, “I’m just their friend…”

“So, I see. But a friend of the Winchesters is a friend of mine.”

She looked at him confused. “Oh yeah? And how can I trust you?” Crowley reached in his coat pocket. He fished out a picture of him and Dean and brought it to her attention. Samantha was pleasantly surprised he was telling the truth. Both of them were wearing cowboy hats with big smiles on their faces in a bar. “See, a friend of theirs is a friend of mine.” Samantha looked at the picture and her features softened, and looking at it a second time, she chuckled at the funny shot.

“I need something of theirs and clearly they’re not home,” Crowley explained, “Perhaps you’d be so kind as to help me? It’s important.” His eyes peered at her charmingly.

“Uh…umm…” She licked her lips, all of a sudden realizing how handsome this man really was - dressed in a well-tailored black suit and blue printed tie, his beard was full and the bit of gray in it made him look distinguished. The deviance in his honey colored eyes was something she couldn’t miss. “How about I put on some clothes,” she murmured.

“Don’t feel pressured that you need to, love,” His voice lowered a little, making her curse in her mind, “I’m quite comfortable with you like this”

“W-well I’m not. S-so just stay right there!” She pointed her finger at him like an angry cute little child would. “Hmph…” 

He grinned, bearing his teeth. Even the King of Hell couldn’t deny the admirable tone of her voice coupled with the red in her cheeks. He put his hands up, showing compliance. When her back turned, he took his bottom lip between his teeth, and drank in her curves as she walked away. 

She would’ve sent Juno to watch him, but knowing that he had powers over him, she decided not to. Without another word, she shuffled back to her room as quickly as she could and locked her door. Hurriedly, she dressed herself in a burgundy pullover sweatshirt, black leggings, and put on a pair of black slip-on shoes.

Juno groaned and laid on her bed, wagging his tail slowly and eyeing her. “Juno, I’ll take you out later.”

He talked back to her, softly, and stuffed his nose in the sheets with a final grunt.

She laughed and opened her door, with Juno shooting out of her room like a bullet. “HEY! JUNO!” He ran like crazy, stopping to pounce and look back at her while barking. She giggled and ran after him. Juno sniffed the floor and found Crowley again, and barked at him and sat by his side. Samantha stopped short, seeing Crowley pet Juno as he waited for her. “Fido likes to get things done. Coming?” He said so casually, as if him and the husky were waiting on her.

She nodded. Crowley led her to the lower level, the dungeon as Dean called it, where he figured these items would be.

“Wow…there’s a lot of files down here” Samantha looked around her and noticed a room across the hall filled with files just the same. “What did you need from the boys again?”

“Just some rare herbs, darling. And an old artifact of the Men of Letters. Daddy’s got a little business to take care of…” He murmured the last part to himself, thinking about the enemies he would soon be dealing with later that day. He continued to snoop around, throwing things haphazardly.  Samantha walked into the other room, but didn’t think she could find any herbs in there or any old artifacts.  She looked at the shelves and noticed something weird about the room.  She could see a lot of floor space past the shelves, and it looked like they were hiding something. She tilted her head to the side and pushed them a little. The shelves slid and she pulled them, and they pulled out to the side. “Oh…what the hell?” She walked forward through the gap and saw a table in the middle of the room. There were a few handcuffs attached to the single chair at the table. The single spotlight in the room shining down hinted the true purpose of this hidden room…  “Just imagine what it’d be like being locked up in this godforsaken hole for months on end…” His gravelly voice made her jump as she spun around to face him.  He was inches from her face. “Can’t stretch your legs. No one to entertain you…It wouldn’t be fun. Trust me,” He sneered.

“How would you know? Have you ever been held up like that before?” She asked innocently. 

He bit his lip and looked away, “You could say that…”

She brushed it off and went to look in the other storage room. Before she could walk away, he caught her arm. “How much do you really know about the Winchesters..?”

“Um..I mean they told me about monsters and hunting and stuff. They told me all about their past.”

His eyes narrowed and he cocked his head to the side ever so slightly. “Interesting…” He let go of her arm and followed her close behind. “So you’re the new ‘Winchester recruit’ for the ‘family business’,” he air-quoted, chuckling, “Funny, they aren’t ones to share their hunting lives with innocent people like yourself.” He pursed his lips, curious, “Killed anything yet?”

She fumbled through the contents of another storage room as he spoke, “No, I’m going to be on research duty for a while,” she shrugged sadly and crossed her arms, “But to be fair I’ve only been here two days.” 

“It’s never too early to start,” he smirked, “Ah, there it is,” He picked up a small jar containing the familiar herbs, along with the small artifact on a shelf underneath it, “I knew the boys were hiding these somewhere…”

“Crowley?”

He turned and looked at her, standing before him with uneasiness in her eyes, “Since you’re a friend of their’s...and have probably known them much longer than I have,” she hesitated but met his eyes cautiously, “Have the boys done…bad things?”

He took a moment before answering, “Haven’t we all done bad things?”

“I mean like…evil bad things…killing innocent people and stuff like that”

He stepped towards her, “They haven’t when they were in their right mind, as far as I know. I’m more than sure you’re safe here” He winked, and took a step closer, “But, a word of advice- don’t feel selfish for doing things for your own survival, darling.” Her bangs hovered over her eyes as she peered at him, listening to him carefully.

Crowley’s ears perked up. His eyes glanced to the side, picking up on the sound of the front door of the bunker being opened. Samantha, being human, couldn’t hear, or sense it from this far below. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m needed somewhere else,” he said smoothly, distracting her and moving closer. “Thank you for your help, love.” Carefully, he trailed his finger along the side of her face, down to her jaw. “Till next time, darling”

And with that, he vanished in the blink of an eye. How did he...?

The way he disappeared, without even fading from view had her marveled. The boys had told her all about demons - their powers, their abilities - but meeting one herself felt indescribable. Nonetheless, it proved to be an entirely different experience…than what they had described it would be….

Hi everyone!

I realized I had to get a lot of technicalities correct, and review the overall story I have planned. I’ve decided the story will be set in about season 10.

I’ve had a sequence of events lined up in my head forever and I can’t wait to share it with you.

Thanks for reading!

[alahmorah]

Imbibing with the King of Hell- Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Warning: Smut!

You woke up the next morning, his tie hanging loose around your neck.

The alcohol was still in your system, making it seem like you were dreaming—if only you were. The fantasy that you had just awoken from had you begging Crowley for release. “Dream Crowley” was a damned tease. You slipped the tie off your neck, and ran your fingers over its silky surface. The room felt too damn hot, and seeing as how you were the only one at the bunker and your door was closed, you slipped off your shirt and pajama pants. Your body was still buzzing with excitement from the dream, and you started gently running his tie over your sensitive skin.

The soft paths traced by the tie pebbled with goosebumps. You imagined Crowley there, in the room with you, watching. You drew the tie around your breasts, rubbing the smooth fabric over your hardened nipples.

What would he be doing if he saw you like this?

Would he use that devilish voice and direct you, telling you to do exactly what he wanted you to?

Your body was definitely on board with that thought.

Would he take out his cock and stroke himself as he watched you? Would he start out teasingly slow, building up momentum, or would he wildly start fucking his fist?

You could just imagine how hot that would be. You wanted to watch him lose his composure. You wanted to see the formidable demon hungry with lust.

You slipped the tie down to your throbbing clit, passing over it gently.

“Fuck, Crowley.” You panted into the empty room, eyes shut tight. Your brain was busy recreating his features and mannerisms, trying its best to accurately portray him in your fantasy.

His scent lingered on the bed next to you where he reclined just hours ago. You rolled over onto that side, the coolness of the sheets a welcome contrast to the heat of your skin. You continued a slow, teasing pace on yourself, tuning in closely to the reactions of your body.

There was something so deliciously devious in using an article of his clothing to get yourself off. This wonderfully crafted tie, hand-picked by the demon himself, was currently being used for such a carnal purpose. Just the thought of the tie resting against his chest, around his throat…ungh. It only made everything feel better.

Someone decided to unknowingly interrupt your alone time, of course. Your phone’s messaging tone sounded before you could achieve the release that you had been building up to. You decided to check it quickly, as it could be the boys needing help with a case.

But, as if he sensed what you were doing, it was him.

Having a good morning, pet?

Yes.

Good. My day is tightly scheduled, but I’m free tonight. Do you have plans?

No, I’m free tonight, as well.

Shall I come over? Same time?

I’d like that.

That’s good to know. What are you doing this morning?

I probably shouldn’t tell you.

Well, now I’m intrigued. What could my little hunter be up to?

Several minutes passed as you battled with yourself. Should you tell him? Originally, you wanted to take this whole thing slowly, really getting to know Crowley. You also wanted to tease him quite a bit and get him really worked up. But, you hadn’t been with anyone in such a long time. There was some kind of desperate, aching attraction you had to him, some kind of magnetism he possessed. It had never really been this hard to resist these kinds of urges. But, something was different with him.

“Fuck it, “, you thought, “I’m letting myself enjoy this. I just hope it doesn’t come back to bite me on the ass. Although, I wouldn’t mind if he bit into me…”

Instead of telling him, you decided to show him. You snapped a picture, waist down, of his tie peeking out of your black, satin panties. You waited anxiously for his response, slowly rubbing yourself.

A minute passed…and then, another.

Five minutes later, and you were shaking. You were close to release, and the anticipation of his response was keeping you on edge. Then, your phone rang.

“What is my hunter playing at? Did you realize that I was surrounded by at least 20 others when you sent me that? I had to excuse myself because I couldn’t very well get through my task with a cock that was insistent on escaping my trousers. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Umm…I’m sorry, Crowley.”

“Are you really sorry, darling? Because, I don’t think you are at all. I think you wanted my dick to stand at attention. Did you, or didn’t you?”

“I did, but I didn’t realize you weren’t alone.”

“Have you come yet, pet?”

“No.”

“And you won’t. Because I can’t right now, and you were quite naughty to send me that when there was nothing I could do about it. I bet you’re dripping aren’t you, darling?”

Your hand was already down there, and you could feel how absolutely drenched you were.

“Yes, I am.”

“I want you to refrain from touching yourself for the rest of the day, as punishment. When I come over tonight, we’ll resolve this together.”

“Okay.”

“Till tonight, darling.”

And with a click, he was gone.

Fuck.

A cold shower was definitely in order.

After said shower, you tried to keep busy, cleaning the bunker’s kitchen and dusting various rooms. But, your body was wound tight with want, with anticipation.

His voice didn’t leave your thoughts for long. You tried to make an elaborate dish for lunch, one that Sam and Dean had been eager to try after watching a show on the Food channel with you. You figured you should test it to make sure it was tasty and to see if you could actually pull it off. That way, you could surprise them and make it when they got back from the hunt. You had hoped it would keep you busy and focused on a task that wasn’t in any way sexual. But, certain words in the recipe would trigger your inner “Crowley-voice.” Words along the lines of lather, steam and pound.

Not being able to finish the job this morning left you anxious and distracted.

And, when Sam called to check in, he picked up on it.

“Hey.”

“Hey Sam.”

You could hear Dean’s garbled voice in the background.

“Dean says hi,” Sam chuckled.

“What’s he stuffed his face with this time?”

“A burger…the thing’s about the size of his head. Hey listen, we just wanted to check in with you. We just wrapped this case up, but we’re kind of on our way to another. It’s only about 50 miles from where we were, so we thought we’d check it out…”

He then started describing the case, but you had zoned out and were thinking about Crowley. It was only when you heard Sam calling your name several times that you snapped out of it.

“Sorry, Sam.”

“Are you okay? Is it your arm? Have you been taking those pain pills I gave you? Is it infected? Send me a picture…”

“Sam! It’s fine, really. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. I just had a late night, that’s all.”

“Well, go to bed.”

“Sammy, its only two o’clock in the afternoon.”

“Take a nap. In fact, that’s an order from both Winchesters.”

“There’s no way you can enforce that from over the phone, boys.”

“True. But, we can punish you when we get home.”

Well, fuck. That shut you up for a few seconds. Must every phone encounter you have today be sexually charged?

“You’re going to punish me, huh? What are you going to do to me?”

“Dean and I will discuss that, don’t you worry.”

“Are you going to take turns spanking me?”

You heard a muffled growl, followed by indistinct whispers between the boys.

“We’ll discuss it. Listen, I’ll call you when we get into town. Be good, and take care of that arm.”

“You jerks be safe.”

“You too, bitch.”

Needless to say, that particular phone call just filled your head with thoughts of the boys taking turns pinning you to the bed and spanking you while Crowley watched from your bedside chair.

You managed to think up several random tasks throughout the next few hours that kept you somewhat distracted. On the positive side, the bunker had never looked cleaner. You took another quick shower, compulsively, just to be extra-squeaky clean for anything Crowley might have planned for tonight. Also, showers were just plain awesome and helped relax your tense muscles.

You threw on some black lace boy-shorts and a comfortable band shirt…you didn’t want to bother with anything over-the-top, in-your-face “sexy”.

You still had about an hour until he was supposed to show, so you lay on your stomach, draped across the bed. You grabbed a book off of your bedside shelf and started reading.

You were only a few pages in when you heard his sharp inhale.

“What a nice view you have presented to me, darling.”

You started to turn around, but he stopped you with a firm hand on your lower back.

“Uh-uh…You lay just like that until I tell you what to do next, got it?”

He bent down, his breath warm on your ear. “Don’t forget that this is a punishment, little hunter. You made me ache for you all day. Now. Where’s my tie?”

“It’s in the top drawer of my dresser.”

You lay still and listened to him moving about the room. The drumming of your pulse was loud in your ears as your anticipation seemed to heighten with each heartbeat.

“I had a different game in mind for tonight, dear. You do everything I tell you to like the good girl that I know you can be, and I’ll let you come. Do you object?”

“No, Crowley. I want to play.”

“I knew from the moment you sent me that photograph that you wanted to play, darling. Now, do you trust me?”

“I trust you, Crowley.”

He moved around in front of your face while he removed his jacket and a deep crimson necktie that had been his replacement for the day. He removed his belt and sat down on the edge of the bed next to your head.

“Crawl onto my lap darling, face down on the bed with that pretty little ass up.”

You complied, and he pulled you exactly where he wanted you. His erection prodded insistently into your stomach, and you instinctively moved against it. Your actions rewarded you with a deep groan from Crowley, who suddenly swatted your bottom.

“Be still. Now, tell me exactly what you were thinking about this morning while I give you your punishment. If you do a good enough job, I’ll reward you.”

“Yes, sir,” you moaned enthusiastically. “I had just awoken from a dream. You were there, in the dream, teasing me…”

Smack! His hand came down hard, your skin stinging and no doubt already turning red from the harsh contact. “And…continue, darling.” Slap!

“And, I was incredibly turned on. Your tie was still around my (Smack!) … my neck, and it smelled like you, and I wanted you there with me.”

His hand came down several quick times in a row. Then, he spanked once, hard, and kept his hand there, grasping at the soft flesh for a moment. You got lost in the sensations and stopped talking, only making sounds of surprise and of pleasure.

“Do continue, sweetheart, if you want that reward.” He pulled your underwear off and rubbed his hand ever so gently across the newly exposed skin.

“I traced my body with your tie, thinking of you sitting and watching me. I thought about what you would do if you saw me using your tie to pleasure myself. I wondered if you would direct me and tell me what to do. I wanted you to watch me while you stroked your cock, and I wanted to watch you as you came.”

“Mmm…” His deep hum of pleasure vibrated against your side as he gave you one last swat. His cock was throbbing beneath you. You could feel it pulsing against you, seemingly desperate to be freed from his finely tailored trousers.

“I think that we should recreate the scene darling.”

He laid you onto the bed on your back, his gray tie in hand. He rubbed it up your thigh and left it on your hip as he retreated to the chair.

“Show me.” He loosened his trousers, but made no move beyond that.

“Is this really fucking happening?!”

“Darling, get out of that head of yours and show me what you did this morning” he stated, sternly.

You only had your shirt on at this point, so to make things easier you took it off, exposing all of yourself to the King of Hell. You started to trace the same path that you made with the tie that morning, forcing yourself to go slow. When you reached your breasts, you could hear a low moan and movement coming from Crowley. You looked at him, watching him rub himself through his pants.

He was watching your every move. You spread your legs wide for him, and ran his tie gently through your wet folds. That’s when he finally released himself from his pants. His cock was so thick, and longer than you anticipated. It protruded into the air, and you swore that you could see it pulsing from your view on the bed.

“Fuck” you said aloud at the sight.

“Mmm” he moaned lowly, rubbing his hand gently from the base of his cock to its swollen head. “Fuck your fingers, darling…slowly.”

You immediately obeyed his command, starting with two fingers. You desperately wanted to speed up and make yourself come, but you didn’t dare defy his orders.

Crowley had grasped his cock now, and was slowly fucking his fist. It seemed as though you could feel every deep grunt and moan he uttered, like his voice was connected to your body, truly commanding its pleasure. You were already close to climaxing. Just watching him pleasure himself was one of the most erotic things you had ever experienced. He looked professional, as though he had perfected the art of masturbation.

You noticed that he had started to speed up a bit. “Little bit faster now, love.”

You sped up to match his tempo, keeping in sync with him as much as possible.

“Imagine what it will feel like when I fuck your tight cunt, sweetheart. You’ll be full of your king’s cock. Do you think there’s even room for it?”

“Yes, Crowley.” You could barely get the words out. Your energy was spent on not peaking until he told you to.

“You’re so wet, darling. You’re making a mess on your bed. You’re so desperate to come, aren’t you?” His voice was strained. He was close, too.

You could only nod at his question. Your body was shaking.

“Uh-uh. Answer me” he demanded.

“I need to come, Crowley.” You moaned breathlessly. “Please.”

“Add another finger and rub yourself” he stood, walking over towards the bed. “You are allowed to come when I come. Not a moment before, understood?”

You obeyed him. “Yes, sir.”

He was right beside you now, and you could smell his dark sensuous scent. “Do you mind if I paint you, darling?”

“Please, Crowley” you begged.

“Fuck, you look so good. I can’t wait till I can bury my cock into you, taste your sweetness. Come on darling, speed it up. We’re almost there. You feel it coming?”

“Yes, sir. I feel it” you gasped.

Crowley ran his hand over your breasts, gently rubbing your eager nipples. This intensified every ounce of pleasure you were feeling, and you had to slow down before you defied your king. He smoothed his hand up over your throat, his fingers at your pulse as he rubbed his thumb against your lips. You brought your tongue out to taste him, and he pushed it inside your mouth as you sucked and swirled your tongue around it. He moaned loudly and gasped, squirting his warm release all over your chest.

Watching his cock twitch caused your climax to hit suddenly, your body grasping your fingers impossibly hard, over and over as Crowley ran his fingers through his release, rubbing it all over your breasts. He moaned along with you, his voice a deep, dark tone. “Yes, darling, just like that. It feels so good, doesn’t it? You’re such a good girl for your king.”

Your vision blurred with the pleasure. As you slowly drifted down, you felt him run his hands over you one last time, vanishing the sticky mess you had both created.

“Mmm…you are a vision to behold. I can’t wait to see your expressions when you feel me fuck you senseless.”

“You could have fucked me tonight, sir. You still can if you just give me a minute.” Your eyes were heavy. That experience had been powerful; you felt quite drained.

“I’m afraid not, darling. Technically, this was only our second date. I am a gentleman, after all.”

“I guess I assumed…because you’re a demon and all…” you were quickly drifting, so sleepy, yet so desperate to stay up with Crowley.

“I’m not like most demons, dear.”

“I know” you uttered, your eyes shut.

“Sleep, darling. I will visit you again tomorrow, if that’s okay with you.” He smoothed his hand over your face.

“Please do. I’ll be waiting.”

His soft laugh and whisper of “till tomorrow” were the last things you heard as you entered the black void of a deep sleep.

[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Imagine being the Queen of Hell, and on the anniversary of you being so, you decide to do a sensual dance for your King.

Warnings: psychopathic tendencies and suggestions, smut

Crowley’s lackeys were an everyday annoyance, but today was worse than others. You’d come to live with it, but planning a surprise for your King was difficult enough without one of his henchmen running off to report back to him. From the dimly lit, corner of the bar, you waited for the soulless demon to look around, become concerned that he couldn’t see you immediately. All of them were so predictable, after tonight you’d be having words with your Majesty about their tact. The lackey turned his back to you, giving you the prime opportunity. You pressed the knife into his back, cosying up so no one would think the wiser, you were a lady after all. “Are you following me?” I breathed into his ear, holding him back against me with a flat palm on his chest. “No, My Qu-” I pushed a little harder with the knife, a warning against lies, “Yes.” He hissed. “And, you report back to Crowley?” My voice was so sickly-sweet I saw his nose scrunch. “Yes, my Queen.” He answered through grit teeth. “Not today. If you make mention that you saw me, at all,” You spun him around so as he was looking down at you, the knife denting his gut, “I won’t be pleased.” You sing-songed. “But, he’ll kill me for not reporting.” The demon tried. I smiled at his ignorance. “My dear, death is the least of your concerns.” I whispered, batting my eyelashes as I pushed a little harder with the blade. I could feel him suck in his gut, trying to escape the tear of flesh. “Are we understood?” I asked, the deep red of my eyes visible while I waited for his answer. “Yes, my Queen.” He said, bowing his head ever so lightly. “Good. I’ll see you in Hell.” I winked and released him from my grip, sheathing the knife before sashaying out to the street. I have so much to buy, and so little time. I thought while checking my watch.

“What have you been up to today, pet?” Crowley asked as you entered his throne room wearing a long, flowing, black dress. “Did your friend not tell you?” I asked innocently. The corner of his lip lifted as he realised the reason behind his stooge not reporting to him. “He’s been avoiding me.” Crowley explained, “I wonder why?” He mused, looking you over suspiciously. You held your arms out and slowly turned for him. “You like?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him when you returned to the front. “Mmm, it’s a lovely dress, shame it looks like you’ve borrowed it from Mother.” He said, sipping from the tumbler of whiskey he was swirling in his right hand. You pouted at him and turned to the Demon’s by the door. “Leave us.” You commanded. They half bowed, the woman gave the slightest roll of her eyes; you’d remember that for the next run in, make sure it was the last time she’d roll those dull eyes. They closed the doors behind them, leaving just you and your King alone. “What are you planning, precious?” Crowley asked, leaning to one side of his throne, resting his elbow and surveying you as you reached behind you for the zip of your dress. You peeled it down and let the sleeves slip from your shoulders. “I thought you might think that of this dress, no matter how I may like it. So I bought something I knew you would like.” You pulled your wrists from the sleeves and pushed the material over your hips, letting it pool at your feet, revealing matching, red, lace underwear. “Now, that, I like.” Crowley growled, standing from his throne, whiskey forgotten as he stepped off the small platform and made his way to you. “I’m glad you like it, my liege.” The seductive tone to your voice sent goosebumps sprawling over Crowley’s skin as his hands grasped your hips and he pulled you to him, his lips were soft. The only surprise after many years by his side and a year of being his Queen, was his tenderness. “My Queen,” He whispered into your ear before nipping at your lobe. A minute moan escaped your lips as you tilted your head for him, his lips trailing over your neck, heading further south. But before he’d reached the exposed skin above your breast, you lifted his face back to yours with a finger under his chin. “My Majesty, I had more planned,” You tried to hold him back from kissing you further, keen to fulfill your well devised plan, but there was no stopping the King of Hell when he was on a mission. “More? What more could a King want?” Crowley asked, his eyes meeting yours as he pulled back from leaving his mark against your neck, eliciting a sigh of disapproval from you. He chuckled and snaked his hands down your back, cupping your bum. “I had a dance all planned out.” You purred, swaying your hips, grinding forwards against his growing erection. “I even practiced.” You breathed against his lips, his stubble scratching at your chin, stoking the ever growing fire that burned for this demon. “I think there’s a dance we both could practice.” The unholy smile, the wink of his red eyes, the greed we shared for each other overtook all of my thoughts and I yearned for him. He raised his hand to click his fingers, but I clamped my fist around them. “I too, can click my fingers,” I said, placing a chaste kiss to his lips, letting his fingers go to start pushing his coat off his shoulders, “But sometimes the build up is just as fun.” I murmured as his lips captured mine. His hands ran the length of my body as mine worked to rid him of his clothes. Click. We were both naked, panting into each other’s open mouths. I felt his head move slightly as he looked down then back up. “I thought the build up was just as -” He began, I pulled his lips back to mine, silencing him. He snorted once against my cheek, then pulled my body flush with his, his prominent and proud cock caught between us. “Happy Anniversary, my Queen,” He muttered against my neck as he sat back onto his throne and pulled me into his lap. I pulled back from him, the ache between my legs driving every atom in my body. I reached between us and closed my fingers around him, blinking my Y/C/E eyes away to reveal the blood-red that matched his. I ran him through my soaking entrance, desperate for him to feel just how ravenous I was for him. “Happy Anniversary,” I rasped as I sunk onto him, taking him fully into my being, “My King.”

Again, apologies it’s taken so long, and this is a bit shit … I learned not to step away when you’re on a role as you’ll come back and not be in the same rhythm.

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[jediwizardelf]

Imagine being a demon and challenging Crowley to go through the church. The loser has to grant 3 winner's wishes

[alahmorah]

Imbibing with the King of Hell

Note: This is also on AO3. I decided to post it here, as well. 

Link for AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8533840/chapters/19563388

Pairing: Crowley (Supernatural) x Reader

Warnings: Will contain smut.

Summary:  You live and hunt with the Winchesters at the bunker. Crowley starts texting you, and wants to come over and drink.

Chapter 1

“Hello, darling. You seemed tense when I last saw you. If only you would’ve let me help you relax. I’ve been told I have magical hands. Anyways, could you please tell Squirrel to call me? I have something very important to share with him.”

Crowley and his damned messages…they had started innocent enough. Well, innocent for Crowley, at least—he needed Dean to call him. At the time, you were riding in the back seat of the Impala on your way back to the bunker after a hunt. The hunt consisted of a particularly tiring chase of a couple of shapeshifters who thought it would be funny to mess with an “Identical Twins Day” convention that was already chock-full of people that looked, well, identical. Luckily, casualties were kept to a minimum as the shapeshifters seemed to be causing trouble just for the fun of it. However, in the midst of the chaos, Sam and Dean’s phones and extra phones were snatched by the troublemakers and not recovered. You called Charlie to see if she could track them down, but she couldn’t, so you all assumed they were most likely destroyed.

After listening to the King of Hell’s voice message, you passed your phone to Dean. “Crowley wants you to call him. He says it’s important.”

“It better be important. Last time he called he asked me how little Dean was doing…” he grumbled, dialing the number. You laid down in hopes of passing out like Sammy who was drooling in the front next to Dean. You dozed off, not paying attention to their conversation.

A few weeks after that first voicemail, he started sending you texts.

Hello, darling. How’s my favorite hunter?

Hey. I’ve been better. Since when did I become your favorite hunter?

Since I first saw you. Is something wrong, dear?

Yep. Got a large gash in my arm. The boys are forcing me to recuperate.

Does that mean you’re laid up in bed whilst texting a handsome demon?

It does.

Mmmm….what are you wearing?

A fluffy black robe. Why do you care? What are you wearing?

I’m wearing a suit. I’d like to be wearing less, but I’m stuck in this insufferable meeting.

Why are you texting me? Go manage Hell or torture some souls, Crowley.

Is that a command, darling? I do love it when you boss me around.

You’re off your rocker. I’m going to bed now. Goodnight.

Dream of me. xoxo

Of course, you just had to dream about the infuriating bastard that night. Not that dreaming about Crowley was anything new to you. The demon was charming and elegant and strikingly attractive.

The next evening, you had just finished your fourth glass of wine and you were pouring another as your phone’s messaging tone sounded.

Thinking of you, pet.

You seem to be doing that quite a bit lately.

It’s hard not to. What are you doing this evening?

Drinking. Alone. Boys are on a case and I’m stuck here. You?

I was engaging in a bit of torture. But it just wasn’t doing it for me.

So, you were torturing someone and thought of me? How sweet…

Yes, well. I’ve had a long day, and I need a drink as well. Would mind if I joined you?

I’m not sure how the boys would feel about that.

I visit them all the time, dear. I just want some intelligent company.

Fine. Just don’t, ya know, kill me.

I couldn’t kill you. Even if I did, it wouldn’t be worth it. Moose and Squirrel would kill me, you know?

Oh, I know. Bring booze.

Of course.

And, of course, you had forgotten about the warding that didn’t allow him to just pop in. So, you made your way to the front door when you heard the incessant knocking sound. When you opened it, there he was, as dashing as ever in his damned suit. The handsome bastard was holding a bottle of his beloved Craig in one hand and a sweet-red wine in the other.

“I brought my favorite and your favorite. Where shall we imbibe?” he held up the bottles, questioningly.

“Imbibe, “you laughed, "…always so formal, Crowley. I’m drinking in my warm, cozy bed and listening to music. That’s where I’m imbibing. Follow me for the party, fellow imbiber.”

Crowley seemed slightly amused. “Are you going to make fun of vocabulary all night, darling?”

“Maybe. But, you’ll probably like it, right? Don’t you like me because I’m entertaining?”

“That’s one of several reasons I enjoy your company, I suppose.”

You could feel his warmth close behind as you walked down the hallway to your room.

“I’ll just have to see if I can get you to disclose some of those other reasons,” you thought as you opened your door. You gestured for him to go in first and got a breath full of pure, clean masculine scent that contained a slight tang of whiskey. You grabbed a few tumblers that you kept by your mini-fridge and handed him one. He grabbed the other one from your hand with a smirk and poured you both a drink while you turned on some music.

You propped yourself on your pillows at the head of the bed and got comfy. He tilted his head in question as he handed you your drink and you patted beside yourself, inviting him to get comfortable.

“Already allowing me into your bed, love?” he said, taking off his shoes.

“I’m not going to sit properly in a chair right now. I want to relax and drink. I figure you need to relax, as well. You should take off your suit jacket, tie, and belt while you’re at it,” you replied.

To your surprise, he sat his whiskey on your bedside table and began to loosen his tie. You watched his hands as they worked the tie off, and his throat as it was exposed. You sipped your wine and kept eyeing him as he took off his jacket. When he touched his belt, you felt a pleasant twinge of excitement. He didn’t move to take it off, so you looked up at his face. He was smirking at you. There was a devilish twinkle in his now darkened eyes. They looked like they were on the verge of turning into their demonic red, like they were stuck in the transition between normal and evil. And all that did was turn you on more. You drank down the rest of your wine in a few too-large gulps and quickly stood up to break eye-contact with Crowley and pour yourself another drink. You brought the drinks to your bedside table to avoid repeatedly getting up for refills.

“So, darling, do you know of any good drinking games?” Crowley was propped casually in a nest of pillows, his feet crossed at the ankles.

“Umm, I don’t play many, but one that the boys and I play sometimes is ‘One Truth, One Lie’. Basically, you tell a truth and a lie, shocking right? The name pretty much spells it all out. If the other person guesses the lie, then the person who said it has to drink, and if they incorrectly guess, then they have to drink.” You sat back down next to him, careful to not get too close. He smelled delicious, but you didn’t want to make any rash decisions and start cuddling him or anything.

“Okay. I’m game. I have a picture of a dog in my jacket pocket. I have a picture of a moose in my trouser pocket.” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Well, I’m going to say that the dog picture is the lie. I can totally see you carrying a picture of a moose just to taunt Sam,” you laughed.

“And you are correct in your assumption.” He drained the little bit of Craig left in his glass and refilled it.

“My turn, then. I’ve never flown in an airplane. I’ve never gone scuba diving.”

“Well, let’s see. I have no idea, but I’m assuming more people have been in an airplane, so I’m going to say that one is the lie.”

“Wrong. The boys and I went scuba diving last year, but I have flying anxiety. Not that I should have told you that…”

“I’m not going to use it against you, darling. We’re just getting to know each other, right? I don’t want to harm you.”

“Sure, sure. Now drink up.”

“Ok. I have slept with both men and women. I participated in an angel gangbang once.”

“Well, I doubt many angel gangbangs occur, but I could totally see you in bed with a man or a woman.”

“You’re right, actually…the gangbang was all in my head. So, you’ve imagined me in bed with different genders before, hmm?”

Of course you had, but he didn’t need to know that. You just blushed and he smiled at you, draining his glass yet again.

“My turn…and, since you’ve gone and dirtied our questions, I guess I’ll follow your lead. I’ve never had sex with a non-human. I’ve never had two men in me at the same time.”

He shifted closer to you in the bed, causing your heartbeat to quicken. “So, my little innocent hunter isn’t so innocent, is she? Let me guess. You’ve had multiple partners simultaneously, but you’ve never fucked a monster.”

Instead of answering him verbally, you downed your full glass of wine. It went straight to your already buzzed head, and it felt like your face was flushed crimson with warmth.

“Darling. I could remedy that for you, if you’d like.” His eyes darkened and flashed red.

You stared at them, wanting to gaze into them while he pleased you. You wanted him to watch you with those otherworldly eyes while you pleased him. But, this was the first time you had been alone with him. You didn’t want to throw yourself at him just yet. You always enjoyed the chase, the anticipation of things to come. So, as much as your body reacted to this man—scratch that, demon—you weren’t going to give in just yet.

You stood up, moving towards the door. “I’m going to head to the bathroom while you think…so, make the next round a good one, okay?”

“Sure thing, darling. Though, I think we’ll stay on the path that we’re treading on now. It certainly has made the game more interesting.” He winked. You tried not to react to it.

You slipped out and hurried down the hallway as quickly as your tipsy brain would allow. You just needed to put some space between the two of you for a few minutes. I mean, fuck. You already wanted him, and now, here he was, playing a drinking game with you, getting you all worked up. Your highly aroused state seemed to make you feel even more inebriated, like the natural high of arousal was layered with the altered state of being slightly drunk. Every sense seemed heightened, which did not help your plan to not fuck his brains out immediately. Why did you ever agree to drink with him? Oh yeah, to hang out and relax. Like constantly fighting against yourself is relaxing. Your damned traitorous body wanted him, and it wanted him now.

Once in the bathroom, you soaked a washcloth in cold water and placed it on the back of your neck in an attempt to cool your body down.

“Get a grip on yourself, woman.”

“I’d like to get a grip on him.”

“I know that. But, we can’t just jump him.”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“You don’t even know why.”

“I’m not a slut who’s going to fuck someone just because I’m attracted to them.”

“You’d totally be Crowley’s #1 slut. Slutbags.”

“Damn, my inner voice is being a bitch today,” you told your reflection.

A few cleansing breaths and splashes of cold water on your heated cheeks had you feeling more in control. You made your way back to your room with a tiny bit more composure and confidence. That is, until you opened the door.

“I’ve seen Sam’s cock and I’ve seen Dean’s cock.”

“Well, hello to you, too.”

“The game, darling. Which one do you think I’ve really seen?” He cocked an eyebrow up, the bastard.

“Hmm…I guess it can go either way. Neither one of them has said anything to me about it. Sam?”

“A few months ago, I popped into Dean’s hotel room while he was touching himself. He didn’t even know I was there, at first. So, I watched him until he came all over his stomach, and then I thanked him for the show and popped back out. The look on his face was priceless.”

“So, why did you watch him finish first?” Damn. That question came out a little more breathy than you would’ve liked. But, you had to admit. Imagining Crowley watch Dean stroke himself was hot.

“Are you kidding, sweetheart? It’s Dean-Fucking-Winchester. The man is gorgeous. Don’t tell him that I admitted to that.”

“I’m not telling either of them about any of this, to be honest. I don’t know what their reaction would be.”

“So we’re to be secret friends, huh?”

“For a little while, maybe. I kind of like it, though. I mean, who around us would suspect it? The sweet, innocent little human hanging out with the King of Hell? I mean, variety’s the spice of life, right?”

“I suppose it is.”

“So, did Dean have a nice cock?”

“He certainly did, darling. Otherwise I wouldn’t have stuck around to watch. So, does that mean you’ve been working with them all this time and you’ve never seen them naked? I would’ve thought you three were going at it all the time. In fact, I have thought about it.”

“I guess they aren’t attracted to me. I don’t exactly get much action apart from the thrill of hunting. We don’t really have a lot of down time for pursuing relationships, either.”

“Oh, sweet little hunter. I’ve seen the way they look at you. Trust me, both of them would love nothing more than to feel you writhing beneath them…to taste your arousal, to shove their cocks down your—”

“Okay, Crowley, I get it! You—talking like that—is not helping my predicament right now.”

“Oh? And what predicament is that?” He waggled his eyebrows. The cheeky son of a bitch.

“Oh, no. We are not opening that can of worms tonight.”

“I thought we were friends now, darling. You can tell me. I’m not shouting anything from the rooftops, you know.”

“I’ll tell you another time, I promise. Now, do you want to play the game anymore or just drink?”

“How about we finish our current glassful and you dance with me?”

“I don’t really dance, Crowley.”

“I just want to move with you, darling. It’s relaxing to me. Just two friends swaying to the bloody music, okay?!”

“Fine. SassyMcHellPants.” You rolled your eyes and finished your glass as you stood up and sauntered over to the middle of your room.

He stood up and stalked towards you as the next song began to play.

“Why. Why this song? Did he use some demon mojo to select this track?”

The slow, velvety tune permeated the room. His eyes were fixed on yours, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to look away. Crowley brought one hand gently to your waist, softly griping it, as his other hand fit into yours. The bass kicked in, a smooth and gentle bouncing of notes, and he started to sway.

“See, pet. There’s nothing to it.” His voice had dropped, his tone lower. You could feel the muffled rumbling in his chest as he spoke, and you wanted to rest your head against it. But, you couldn’t be the one to break eye contact first. You were transfixed by his expression. He looked like he had finally figured out a difficult equation, like he had been searching for an answer for ages, and it suddenly dawned upon him. He almost smiled, but not with his mouth. It was all in his eyes. You watched as he shut them, perhaps to savor the moment. That’s when you pulled him closer and buried your face into his warm chest.

He hummed to the music, like he knew you wanted to feel the muted vibrations of sound coming from him.

“You know, I don’t get enough of this. A little down-time with a beautiful woman…” He moved his face closer to your hair and inhaled. “You smell delicious, sweetheart.”

You were torn. You wanted to savor the sweet caress and sway that you were currently engaging in, but you also wanted to push him down onto your bed, strip off his clothing and taste him.

Apparently, the song and your brain were in tune, as the lyric “you’ll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking” was sung.

And, you would. You’d go to hell. Crowley would be there, and in this moment, that fact made hell seem downright heavenly.

The music drifted off, coming to a close, and you felt a faint vibration coming from Crowley’s pocket. His face was still close to yours, partially buried in your hair, and he let out a growl that made your body throb pleasantly.

He retrieved his cell phone and checked to see who was interrupting.

“I’m terribly sorry, darling, but unfortunately I’ve got business to attend to.”

You pouted.

“I should very much like to meet with you again soon.” He rubbed his hands down your arms, warming you, careful not to disturb the bandage on your arm. The thought of being alone made your insides cold.

“Yeah. I want to hang out again, too. Anytime. You’ve got my number, so…” “Wow, way to go. Sound desperate why don’t ya?”

“I do.” He gathered your hands in his and brought them to his lips, kissing them softly.

With a snap of his fingers, his belt and suit jacket were on. His silver-grey tie hung from his hand.

“A little something to remember me by, darling.” He slipped his tie on your neck and tightened the knot until it rested against the base of your throat. His thumb brushed across the pulse in your neck, and you caught a glimpse of his signature wink just before he disappeared.

It took you a few minutes of savoring the memories of the evening before you realized that he must’ve tinkered with the warding while he was there. That damned, infuriating bastard.

You ran your hands through your hair, stopping when you noticed that the bandage on your arm was gone—as was the wound that it covered.

“He can heal?!”

Chapter 2

[angelsandhuntersgalore]

Who wants a Games pt 2 teaser?

I've been working steadily on it, even while I've been on vacation! Lemme know if y'all want a little snippet. There is ALL the angst in this part, ya'll.

[winchesterwanted]

Deal - Imagine with Crowley

Imagine getting to know Crowley over the years and finally having him come to take your soul...

You stared up into his eyes, “Say it...”

“I don’t know what you mean?” He smirked like he always did brushing off the seriousness in your eyes.

“Crowley...” The tenderness in your voice brought his attention back to your lips. Those soft full lush pink lips. He wanted nothing but to keep a smile on them, “You were going to say something...that day...”

He finally looked away from you. He swallowed trying desperately to hide the emotions on his face. He knew he was failing, “You’re mistaken...”

“No I’m not.” Such defiance, it’s what he liked about you, “Crowley...If I’m going to die...then grant me that...tell me what you were going to say.”

He looked back at you absorbing your features into his mind, “You make me feel human...”

He watched your eyes light up with surprise, “I’m sorry...I know how you...”

“You misunderstand...” He moved up to you putting a hand on your face, “Every part of my human existence was agony...I never once felt this...this passion, this...love.”

You could feel your ears getting hot as his face grew closer to yours, “That’s funny...”

“Funny?” His hot breath made you shiver as it flowed over your mouth.

“That the day I die...is the day I tell you that I love you too...” 

“I can take it back...”

“Don’t you dare...” You took hold of his jacket, “A deal’s a deal.”

He swallowed staring into your eyes again. They no longer held seriousness, just fierce determination, “Your soul is going to float...you’re going to forget who you are...but there is a chance that you find your way back. You just need to find an anchor...”

The clock struck midnight and you swallowed, “I know just the perfect anchor...”

“What? Let me help you.” He took your hand in his.

You smiled at him as the clock sounded again letting go of his hand. You took his lapels in your hands pulling him close and kissed him. For eight whole beats your mouth sinfully worked his. You pulled away in the last two and looked at him, “You.”

The final bell sounded and Crowley’s hounds sat around him raising their heads howling as sank to the floor with you in his arms. He began whispering a preservation spell. He would keep you safe. He knew he would either wait for you or die from the hurt. 

This was the day you died...