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Arm Candy

Anonymous asked: I’m looking forward to the Down with Love AU!!! I was hoping I could get some Crowley too? Maybe the reader, who helps Sam and Dean with research, strikes a deal with Crowley. He needs some arm candy to get a deal with some powerful people. She agrees but she has a condition. He has to take her out anywhere and anytime she wants.(Basically, she tricks him into dating her) She loves him and hopes that their deal will make him fall in love with her. Does this make sense??

Here’s your one-shot, lovely! I do not own Crowley. He belongs to the writers/creators of Supernatural and of course, Mark Sheppard

Warnings: Supernatural deals and magic, angst, fluff

Pairings: Crowley x fem!reader

Crowley was in a bind and didn’t know what to do. The people he was trying to deal with didn’t trust him much. Then again, why should they? They had power, wealth, and beautiful trophy wives. Why should they accept a deal with Crowley when he didn’t have everything they did? That was when Crowley got the idea that he needed what they had. A little bit of arm candy. And he knew just who to turn to.

           You were sitting at your computer, your phone on speaker phone, when Crowley appeared in the bunker. “Dammit, Crowley! Dean, I am so close to putting the warding back up. Crowley just scared the crap out of me. Anyway, I hope the info helps. I’m going to see what the self-proclaimed King of Hell wants now.” You hung up and turned to Crowley with scowl. “What do you want, Crowley?”

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It’s in My Jeans

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Words: 2343

Warnings: smut, oral (male and female receiving), vaginal fingering, pregnancy, flashbacks

Summary: Reader is pregnant an thinks back to the time where her unborn child was conceived

Request: a thank you fic for @lillymorningstar . Sorry it took so long, hun!

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For the Love of Horror

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Beta: @gettinjoyful

Word Count: 6,176

A/N: This story has everything; smut, love, action, a case, witty repartee and humor. That’s probably why it’s so long. :D This was written for several challenges; @amanda-teaches Amanda’s Undercover Challenge with the prompt, hotel concierge, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Mimi’s Romcon Fluff Challenge with the prompt, “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return,” and for @deansleather 31 Days of Halloween Challenge with the prompt, “horror movies.” This was also written for @plaidstiel-wormstache Halloween & 1500 Challenge with the prompt, “You should actually limber up as well. Especially, if we’re going down that hill. It is very important.” “I don’t believe in it. You ever see a lion limber up before it takes down a gazelle?” I will be making an aesthetic to go with this fic later on today, I just wanted to get this story out there. Enjoy. Mwah.

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You were excited for your weekend off from hunting. Given your love of horror and the fact that it was October, you opted to spend your weekend seeing horror movies at a festival, a few days drive from the Bunker.

When you told Dean that’s how you would be spending your time off, he looked at you like you grew three heads. Is it that weird for a hunter to prefer horror? Your love of being afraid had nothing to do with saving people from monsters. Movie monsters were never like the real thing. Writers and directors always got stuff wrong and in the movies the bad guy won, but when you hunted, you won. Totally different Dean!

You picked the movies you wanted to see carefully, not being a huge fan of torture porn. You navigated towards the psychological and supernatural kind instead. This particular screening featured ghosts and demons. You could hear Dean’s groan in your mind. At least Sam was more receptive to your love of horror. He would have gone with you but there a book fair and  a Harry Potter LARP event. Hey, to each his own. Sam promised to show you pictures when he got back. You smiled at the thought of Sam wearing his Gryffindor costume along with the custom wand he purchased on Etsy. Yep, you were looking forward to those pictures.

You purchased a weekend pass excited to see all the new indie horror out there. The first screening really caught your eye and you did not want to miss it. Hence, you had to sped along the highway just to make it in time. It was a good three days drive without speeding.

Luckily, you got to the screening with just enough time to buy some snacks. You got a medium bag of popcorn which should last through four shorts and a feature, hopefully, along with a bottle of water. You juggled the popcorn and the water, holding your ticket out with the tips of your fingers for the man standing outside the theater to check.

He nodded to proceed and so you ambled into the semi-dark theater. They were talking about a possible Q & A when you arrived. You would stay for the Q & A if you liked the film or were so utterly confused you needed to know what you just saw. Hopefully, it wasn’t the latter.

This one seemed to be a popular screening and there were hardly any seats left except one next to a man with a tailored suit. You thought that gray paisley tie seemed oddly familiar but why would the King of Hell be here? It was just a Crowley look alike, right?

You sat down awkwardly, spilling some of your popcorn on the gentleman next to you.

“Bloody hell,” he mumbled clearly upset.

You froze clutching your popcorn and sitting in the seat rigidly. The man noticed and watched you with a keen eye. You slowly turned around to find that it was in fact Crowley. He looked as shocked as you were. You looked around for other seats but didn’t find any.

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Any kids in the room now, put your fingers in your ears…

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“What? No romance?” he teased, though the husk in his tone had grown heavier as he drew himself closer to you. A myriad of ideas visibly danced behind his eyes as he drank in your figure, almost as if he were just seeing you for the first time.

“Crowley, the only happy ending I’m looking for a decent climax.”

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Mark Sheppard in White Collar.

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The look Crowley gives you when you’re tied to the bed. He promised you a night spent making you scream his name over and over again. Your bedroom is lit in an eery red glow. He gives you a heated gaze as he moves around the room watching you squirm. The grates of your bed frame his face.

“Do you want something kitten?” Crowley inquires.

“Please Crowley,” you beg.

“Please what darling?” he teases.

“Touch me. Fuck me. Do something please. I need you. Need your hands on my body.”

“Hmm….You look lovely like this, needy, desperate for me but I suppose I have tortured you enough. Are you ready for Daddy’s cock?”

You bite your lip and nod as he moves towards you. You were in for one hell of a night.

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The face Crowley makes when you try to lie to him and pretend you’re not totally into him.

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Tired of Dreaming

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Beta: @gettinjoyful

Word Count: 1,728 (with lyrics)

A/N: This was written for @dreamingintheimpalawithdean Nicki’s Holiday Challenge with the prompt, “Dreams” by Imagine Dragons. Fluff, Crowley being hesitant, revelations and then more fluff with light smut references towards the end. :D

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“Hell is always so sodding dreary!” That was the recurring thought in Crowley’s head every time he had a morning meeting. What an odd thought for the King of Hell to have, but it wasn’t his fault. If the Winchesters hadn’t infected him with human blood, he’d be on the throne ruling with an iron fist and not a care in the world. But no, as fate would have it, here he was equipped with feelings, worries and dreams even. How nauseatingly human.

Crowley wasn’t sure whether to thank the Winchesters or kill them. He supposed, maybe, a thank you was in order. Without the lumbering piles of plaid, he would have never met you, the woman of his dreams. And, thanks to their handling, he had proper feelings to offer you. Whereas before…well…let’s just say, he wouldn’t have been so cuddly.

Ever since he met you, he wanted you, wanted a life where he could make you happy, offer you more than a dank, dreary kingdom with moronic monsters. What kind of legacy is that? You deserved a man who loved you and gave you children. You deserved a quiet, peaceful, loving existence. A happier existence and if he was being honest maybe he did too.

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Doubtful

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Beta: @chaosinacoffeecup

Word Count: 498 (that was a challenge. Grrr!)

A/N: This was written for @trexrambling’s Jess’ daring Drabbles Challenge with the prompt, doubtful. Light smut and witty repartee.

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Crowley looked down at the Devil’s trap, cocking his eyebrows. You simply shrugged.

“I bloody well gave you everything. I abhor these fear tactics and you ruined a good suit with whatever is in that blasted gun. Good god woman, what is it that you want? I’m now late for a meeting.”

“Oh my, late for a meeting due to a plucky human? Can’t have that, now can we?”

Crowley narrowed his eyes. “Going to let me out anytime soon, love?”

“Doubtful.”

You watched with glee as anger surged through him. His eyes filled with red and a tense silence hung in the air. He balled his hands into fists and glared at you. If looks could kill, you would surely be dead.

You walked around the Devil’s Trap, eying Crowley. “I might let you go.”

Crowley growled at that. You bit your lip to suppress a moan. “All I need is a kiss.”

Crowley’s anger subsided just as quickly as it came. He stared at you, thinking you’d gone mad.

“You did this all, all this to get me to-”

“Kiss me…for starters. Gotta say you angry…a girl can’t help but get wet.”

His chuckle made you smile. “Let me out love and I’ll give you a kiss to remember.”

You ran over to free him.

He eyed you with a predatory gleam as he walked you backwards to the wall, a hand on your throat. His warm breath ghosted over your skin. “Well, this is an interesting turn of events. The littlest Winchester wanting me? Oh kitten. You’ve been a bad girl though. Going to have to punish you.”

He placed his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. One hand grabbed your hair pushing your head back so his tongue could dive into your mouth. The other hand however, went right into your panties. No hesitant touches here. No this was needy and insistent. Crowley knew exactly what he was doing.

He thrust a finger inside you, finding you wet. Smirking into the kiss, he added another and dove right in, hitting your g-spot. Your lips tore from his as you screamed his name.

He smirked watching you. What a show it was, the King of Hell making a Winchester scream his name. His lips found yours kissing you through another spasm of intense pleasure. You were so close and he knew it.

You let out a continuous stream of moans until you were a writhing mess propped up against the wall. Seconds away from your orgasm, Crowley took his hand away.

“You gonna to let me come?”

“Doubtful.”

“You comin’ back?”

“Oh I’ll be back.”

“Anytime soon?”

“Doubtful. Actually, doubtful that it’ll be today, might be tomorrow. You’ve been a bad girl, trapping your King and making him late. Doubtful that you’ll be able to come without me. Don’t bother trying Pet. Made sure you can’t. Be seeing you.”

And just like, that he was gone.

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Imagine getting extremely flustered seeing Crowley in causal  clothing

Esspically beacuse he’s wearing blue jeans 

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Character Board: Crowley         -Supernatural

“And you never get tired of the rat race? Never get the urge to just bugger off and howl at the moon? Never ask yourself, is this it? Is this all there is?”

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Touched

Words: 391

Summary: I have this headcanon that Crowley craves genuine physical contact… So this happened.

Warnings: A little sad, I guess.

Touched

Crowley was a man of words, so much so that you often light-heartedly commented on how he just loved to hear himself talk, though you were always keen to listen. His voice had that quality to it that drew you in and captivated you, regardless of what he was speaking about. Despite that, his actions spoke volumes louder, though perhaps not everyone could hear their pitch.

Never one to show true displays of affection, it was the little things he did that meant the most to you. The way he’d offhandedly bring you flowers, downplaying the gesture and insisting they were on his way. The way he watched you when he’d appear suddenly and thought you hadn’t noticed him yet.

It was almost as if he’d never been shown such kindness himself that he was usnure this was how it was done.

What truly broke your heart was the way Crowley craved to be touched. The way he’d stand so close to you that the back of your hands would brush up against each other. The way he’d angle himself next to you when seated, casually leaning his knee against yours. The way his fingers absently ran over your skin when you lay naked together, as though he couldn’t bear to be that near to you without touching you.

He’d never speak of it, and you never mentioned it. As it became obvious to you, you silently made certain to never pull away, to be near to him whenever possible and be that crutch that he craved. You’d notice his posture shift almost imperceptibly when you touched him, as if that contact was some great reward that he’d been longing for. No one else would have picked up on this, but you knew him, parts of him that clearly no one else ever had.

It was the quiet moments you spent together, away from the world, locked in each others embrace where he’d let himself accept what it was that he so desperately needed, and what you gave him in spades. Your fingers running through his hair, over the curve of his lips, the stubble on his chin. You gave him the tenderness he’d never known, not saying a word as the King of Hell let himself be vulnerable, if only for a moment.

All he needed was that touch.

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