Hi luv! I wanted to request a little thingy. Crowley (from Good Omens) x Fem!Reader and the prompt: 'I think I'm adorable' (Maybe Crowley wanting attention and teasing the reader to get some love from her) Thank you so much, I hope you're doing well!
Sure! Thank you so much for requesting, sweetie! Here’s some Crowley and reader flirtatiously teasing each other :)
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I smiled when two dogs that were walking around in the park stopped by to say hi. I baby talked them and petted them, endeared by their greeting and the fact that their tails waggled non-stop.
“Aw, they were adorable!” I told Crowley as the dogs left with their owner.
Looking to him sitting next to me, I noticed he was scowling. I didn’t have to see behind his glasses to know he was rolling his eyes.
“I think I’m adorable” He mumbled with a careless shrug.
I smirked, knowing perfectly well what was happening. My little demon was jealous and wanted some attention, and I was willing to give it to him. Just that maybe not in the way he expected.
“You’re a demon…” I tilted my head, pretending to be confused. “I thought demons were supposed to be scary”
“I can be both” Crowley simply replied, turning his head to look at me.
Not really used to this behavior of his, I had to fight a smile.
“Oh, yeah? Let me see those baby yellows then” I teased him, and a scowl formed in his face when he realized what I was doing.
Lowering his glasses so I could see his snake-like eyes, he glared at me. I innocently smiled at him and his expression softened significantly.
“Don’t you dare, Y/N” He warned me, his voice low and dangerous.
“C’mon, Crow” I put my head on his shoulder to appease his alleged rage. “If you wanted some cuddles, all you had to do was ask”
“I… You…” Crowley cleared his throat and I felt him tensing up slightly. “I don’t know if I love or if I hate this boldness of yours”
I looked up at him, not breaking eye contact as I blindly reached out for his hand. When I came in contact with his warm skin, I laced my finger with his.
“You love it” I replied, leaving a kiss on his cheek.
“Whatever” Crowley replied, even if his hand lovingly squeezed mine.
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This was requested by @vera-davvero with the prompt: CAN'T STAND THE THOUGHT OF LOOSING YOU
She requested a Crowley story so...this one is a Crowley x Winchester! Reader
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You remembered the first time he whispered the pet name in your ear “Well Hello, Kitten” in that smarmy British accent. You had been so heart broken when you thought Castiel had burned his bones. You hadn’t admitted to it. God just imagining Dean’s reaction had you squeamish. Your eldest brother was annoyingly over protective. Sam was understandably over protective as a big brother but Dean took it to the next level.” Sam knew you liked the attention Crowley gave you. While he was an ass to your brothers he was absolutely accommodating to you. All you had to do was ask. Sure, he pretended to put up a fight but all you had to do was bat your long eyelashes and he couldn’t say no. Dean pretended he didn’t notice.
You weren’t usually attracted to older men...not that much older than you. And it was just Crowley’s vessel. He was obviously eons older than that body. Not that you minded. There was something charming about him. Not that you could even act on it. It was like you had the Devil and an Angel on each shoulder. Castiel had taken equal interest in you. The Angel was clearly the better choice. He was someone Dean might actually approve of, but there was something about a bad boy that you couldn’t turn from. You were playing a dangerous game, but you couldn’t help yourself.
“Yoooo hooooo” Dean waved his hand in front of your face to get your attention. “Where’d you just go to Bug?” You had a love/hate relationship with the pet name he had for you.
“No place. Just daydreaming.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows at you.
“About what....or should I say who?” You rolled your eyes at him.
“Are you 12?” He gave you his best Dennis the Menace grin and you pushed him away by his face.
“Can you two stop? We have a pretty nasty demon 6 hours south of here.” Sam spoke up, irritated with the two of you messing around.
“Do you want me to ask Crowley to call them off?” You gave same a questioning look.
“Nah, we can take care of this one ourselves. No need to take advantage of his favor of you for something we can do. Let’s save that for the big stuff.”
“What do you mean his favor of her?” Dean narrowed his eyes at you. You shrugged.
“He’s nicer to me than you guys. That’s all.” Sam raised his eyebrows but it seemed to appease Dean.
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A day and a half later you were regretting not calling on the King or Hell. The demon had gotten the jump on you and taken the baby Winchester mostly to mess with Dean. It was well known his high regard for you and that there weren’t any lengths he’d go through to protect you. You had stayed with him when Sammy had gone to Stanford. You didn’t begrudge Sam. You wanted him to have everything he ever wanted, but it led to you and Dean getting really close too. People tried to use that against him. They underestimated you.
This demon, however, did not. You were strung up by your arms, close to what felt like death. The demon had ripped the back of your shirt open and had placed 50 painful lashings on your bare flesh. You didn’t cry. You just asked them “is that all you got?” Which the bitch replied “I’m saving the fun stuff for when big brothers get here”. You internally cringed not knowing how much more you could actually take. You were gagged so you couldn’t call for Castiel. And there was no way you could do a summoning spell for Crowley. Was he allowing this to happen? Did he know? You felt tears fall down your face. You were so close to death and all you could think about was Crowley.
You heard fighting in the distance. Dean and Sam broke down the door and saw you hanging there. Sam thought he was going to be sick. You tried to scream to them so they would see the demon coming from behind but it was no use. You cried as you watched your brothers get the fiercest beating you’d seen in a long time.
All of the sudden you saw the Demon light up. Castiel must have show up and stabbed them from behind with an angel blade. Your eyes widened in shock when you saw Crowley standing smugly as the demon fell. “What a pity...she certainly was talented. I guess that only gets you so far if you can’t take direction.”
Sam stumbled over to you and cut you down, holding you so your cut shirt didn’t fall off. “Please Sammy....please just let me die. This pain...I can’t.” You were sobbing and traumatized.
“Oh Kitten, don’t be so dramatic.” Crowley came over and touched your shoulder healing the wounds on your back and putting your shirt on one piece again. It was a shame he couldn’t fix the psychological scars.
“You killed one of your most demented demons...for going after me? Why?” You knew Crowley liked you, but you didn’t think it went that far.
“Well I guess I just can’t stand the thought of loosing you kitten.” And then he was gone.
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“I’m only going to ask you this once Y/N, is there something going on between you and Crowley?!” Dean demanded after the silence in the Impala was almost deafening. “I mean what is with the two of you. First Ruby and now Crowley?!” Sam had you sit in the front with Dean so you’d be more comfortable and you saw him visibly wince at the mention of Ruby’s name.
“Seriously? Nothing is going on between me and Crowley. And leave Sammy out of this! We are far beyond Ruby.” You glared at Dean.
“Okay then what is with his little pet name for you? Or what he said about loosing you? And don’t act like you don’t flirt back. I’ve seen it!”
“Dean...he has pet names for you and Sam” you argued.
“Yeah Moose and Squirrel. And the way he says Kitten when he calls you that.” Dean shuddered.
“Okay I can’t control they so stop giving me shit for it. I only flirt with him when we need him to do something.” Well that was a lie but whatever, Dean didn’t need to know that.
“Well then that stops. We are not pimping out our sister to The King of Hell for favors!” Dean yelled.
“Why are you so gross?” You had a look of pure disgust on your face. Dean shrugged.
“I’m just saying knock that shit off or I’ll lock you in your bedroom.
“You’re obnoxious.” You crossed your arms in front of you. “Am I allowed to still flirt with Cass?” You grinned at Sam as Dean swerved his prized Baby.
“WHAT?! NO!”
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“You rang Kitten?” Crowley stood in your room in the bunker after you did the summoning spell.
“Shhhh! I don’t want you to wake up Dean!”
“Hmmm big brother wouldn’t be a fan of you being alone in your room with me?” Crowley teased stepping near you.
“I mean it! Look I just wanted to thank you for saving me and healing me. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Well of course Kitten. Can’t have my favorite human dead” you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. “What’s wring darling? You seem distressed”
“I just- look. I know there’s something here, between us. And I know I use it to gain favor with you. But it can’t go any further. It has to stop.”
“I see.” Crowley hid any emotion he was feeling.
“I can’t do that to Dean. I know it’s my choice what I do. And for whatever reason I DO feel something for you. But I shouldn’t. And normally I don’t let my brothers make decisions for me, but this? This would kill him. And I can’t do that. Dean has taken care of me and sacrificed himself for me on more than one occasion. He’s everything. Even when I had nothing I still had Dean. I’m sorry.”
“There, there my darling, it’s alright. You don’t have to be sorry. I know all of this. And I know that my favor for you can never go past that. I’m fine knowing you are well and safe. But don’t think I’m not going to use you to get under big brother’s skin.” He leaned in and pressed a searing kiss to your lips. “I had to do that, just once. I think you’re much better suited for that angel. You’d turn me into someone worthy of you. Can’t have that now, can we?” And then he was gone. She felt her heart drop. If only she could turn him into something good. But you can’t force a man to change and there was no way Crowley would give up being the King of Hell for her.
Maaan i know you have written much Crowley lately but could you consider writing him with 38 and 25?? I neeeeed hiiiimmMM
No such thing as too much Crowley! *jumps into the keyboard* be right back.
Name: They are my scars too.Prompts: 38. “Show me your scars.” “Why?” “Because I have to know how many times you needed me, and I was not there.”25. “I am no good.”
You are sitting in the kitchen, holding a hot cup of your favorite drink in your hands, warming them through the sleeves of your warmest sweater.
“I do not like seeing you upset,” Crowley states, sitting down in front of you and frowning. “It disturbs me.”
“Oh, I am so sorry that you are disturbed, princess,” you mumble, not even turning to him. Crowley sighs and gently takes your hand, locking his fingers on your wrist. “Let it go.”
“Sh,” he shakes his head and pulls you in, pushing your head against his shoulder. “I can feel your disturbance. You don’t have to worry any more, I got you.”
“I am no good, Crowley. No good at all,” you whisper quietly, hiding your face in his suit, smelling its odor of cold basements.
“That is bullshit, sunshine. You are the biggest good I have ever seen in my entire life,” Crowley smiles and strokes your hair. “Don’t you dare say you are no good. You are the rare case of good human. Not human as it is - evil and messed up, but the light being...”
“Where have you been before, Crowley?” you giggle through the coming tears. “Where were you before all those scars?” his hands suddenly go stiff, as Crowley pulls you away and looks you in the eye. “What?”
“Show them.”
“What?” you automatically hide your wrists.
“Show me your scars,” he asks softly, stroking your fingers with the tips of his fingers.
“Why?” you whisper, afraid to talk loudly.
“Because I have to know how many times you needed me, and I was not there,” before you can protest, Crowley carefully pulls your sleeves up, opening the white scars crossing your wrists. A demon does not gasp. Or so you thought before he gasps - quietly, as if he had a heart, and that heart just stopped. “Oh god.”
“I...”
“I am so sorry,” he covers the scars with his hands and looks you in the eye - for a second, you think you see the tears appearing in his eyes, but then you blink, and his eyes go back to black...ish color.
“It is not your fault, man. It was long before...” you try to say something, but Crowley pulls you back in a hug, and now you are absolutely sure that his heart is rushing - you can hear it beating next to your ear.
“It is my fault now, from now on and forever,” he whispers. “Y/N... They are my scars too.”
“Then you are pretty broken up.”
“I sure am. But you know what? We’ll fix that,” he states calmly. “We will. You and me. We will fix that,” you nod slowly. “Good, that’s my girl,” he presses his lips against your forehead. “I will keep you safe from now on.”
Imagine Crowley getting a needy vibe from the reader and finding it cute how shy they are about it.
They always said to keep the person that knows your wordless thoughts, but the way Crowley knew everything inside the gates of your mind was crazy scary. He knew your exact thoughts word for word and could pinpoint the cause of a bad mood like a hawk can target a mouse multiple feet about the ground. Sometimes it was a blessing but others it was a curse.
"Hm, darling..." Crowley smirked. "What are you doing over there all alone?"
Your small eyes peaked over the small pillow you were hugging. "Nothing. Sitting."
"Get over here."
"What? Why?" Somewhere inside your head you knew it wasn't a request but rather a demand. The question was out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, though.
"Because you want affection but won't ask for it."
Heat rushed to your face. "Do not!"
"Come on, darling. Don't play coy.."
Pointless, that's what it was. It was like fighting a losing battle trying to convince him other wise. Quickly, your head shot down, the computer packed into your skull making the floor seem entertaining. A finger hooked under your chin and directed your gaze to him.
"Don't be shy...even though that blush brings out the color of your eyes." Crowley smiled as he tucked a piece of hair behind your now blood red ear. Jerking you into his lap, he held you flush against him. "Daddy knows what his babygirl needs."
Hi luv! I hope you don't mind me requesting again, 'cause I have a Halloween idea and I wanted to see what you thought. What about a "Dating Crowley (from GO) and preparing Halloween with him would include" He's a big spooky fan and I think he'd be pretty excited about decorations, baking and carving pumpkins with his s/o! Thank you love, hope you have an amazing day💙
Hello, Angela! Of course I don’t mind you requesting again 😙 I already did the ‘Dating Crowley Would Include’ part, but I can write a ‘Celebrating Halloween With Crowley Would Include’! Thanks for the request, lovely!
Imagine Crowley when you haven't slept in two days
"There you are, darling," Crowley spoke as you straggled into the throne room. "I was beginning to think you had abandoned me."
Yawing, you said, "No, my king."
Needless to say 48 hours straight with out sleep wasn't the best thing for a person. Only one good thing came out of the stunt; now you knew a very interesting fact. The stories of people being drove into madness were true. Obviously sleep was scheduled into a human's life for a reason and it wasn't to be ignored.
The black circles underneath your eyes mixed with pale skin created the illusion that you just crawled out of a grave. Looking in the mirror was bad enough, but when people, like the King of Hell, began to point out how horrible you looked, your mind began to convince you that you really did belong in a hole in the ground. "Y/n, are you okay? You look a little-"
"Dead?" you finished.
"Well, I wasn't going to be that rude." With a sigh, he laid down the scroll of parchment paper as his whiskey brown eyes fell over you. "Darling, when was the last time you slept?"
"Uh," you scratched your head, "totally not two days ago."
You damn near thought his eyebrows were going to meet his hair line the way his eyes popped open. Honestly, it wasn't that big of a deal...so you thought. "Two days ago? Bloody hell!"
"Hey! Life got busy!"
He shook his head and tsked. "I don't care. Your health is more important." Still sitting, he opened his arms as an invitation that you gladly accepted. You climbed into his arms and curled up in his lap like a small child, resting your head on his chest to hear his heart beat. Moments like these were what you loved in this relationship. It was a break from life...from everything. "Darling, I don't want you throwing your needs away like they aren't important because they are."
"Hmhm," you hummed. God, did he really have to go on with this lecture the moment you finally got to rest? At the moment, your ability to care was at rock bottom.
"I'm serious, love. I care about you and-" he paused to listen to the sound of steady breathing. "Are you asleep?" Silence. "I'll take that as a yes."
If you knew all you needed was your king to sleep, you would have came running to him two damn days ago. The warmth was like a blanket and his smell was like home. His arms provided a sense of security you couldn't push away even if you wanted to.
Pulling you close, he placed a small kiss to the top of your head before rocking slightly. "Goodnight, my love."
Imagine Crowley having a small daughter and making time to play with her.
"No, Daddy! You have to use your pinky when you drink your tea!" the little girl sitting across from him scolded. Her long dark hair was messily braided into two strands that laid perfectly across her small frame.
It was no surprise that Crowley's daughter was just as bossy as he was, and she would rather die than submit to someone else. Maybe that was what got her into trouble all the time, but look who her father was. The one and only king of hell.
"Princess," Crowley said calmly, "Daddy is grown man. It wasn't meant for me to."
"Oh, don't be a sissy."
Small snickers sounded from the door of the throne room as a group of demons watched in amusement as their leader drank from a small tea cup with his pinky raised high into the air. It didn't bother him much because he knew that later on they would pay. Besides, he may look a little funny, but the smile on his little girl's face was priceless. He would do anything for his flesh and blood.
"Oh! Once the tea party is done, I made you a flower crown that matches mine! Now we can be pretty together, Daddy!" she giggled.
Crowley only smiled and chuckled. "Oh dear, what ever will I do with you, little one? You realize that Daddy isn't a girl. He is a prideful king, not a queen."
She only scoffed and crossed her arms. "And who said flower crowns were for girls only?"
Hi everyone. I want to do a fic with either Crowley or Cas but I don't know which to chose. I have the plot in my head. I was thinking to let you decided with one to choose. Here is the prompt : Reader is seeking revenge on the Winchester, she knows Dean killed all her family especially her little brother, she wants to know why. She look around to information. Let me know what you want Crowley or Cas ?
