#crowley oneshot

[entitled-fangirl]

He may always be a demon from hell, but she still loves him.

Crowley x human!reader

Summary: The reader and Crowley discuss what she's reading. She says it reminds her of him, to which he panics.

Words: 1,784

Warnings: demon, heavy makeout session, angst, alcohol

Author's note: I don't own the character or the book mentioned in this! Eeeeek enjoy!

Masterlist <3

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Crowley looked up from the glass of bourbon in his hands as he sat in one of Aziraphale’s many chairs. There she sat across from him. The pretty little human.

Her legs were pulled up onto the couch, her body curled into itself as she held her book out in front of her to read.

She was quite pretty. He had always thought so. Of all his years on this earth, this one was by far the best he had seen. And her soul simply solidified it. Her mind, body, and soul were precious. 

She was entirely focused on her book, not noticing Crowley’s gaze. He took that to his advantage, his eyes scanning her entire frame before finally resting on her face. He opened his mouth to speak. He didn’t know what he was going to say, but he knew he would do anything to talk to her as much as he could in her lifetime.

“What are you reading, Flower?”

That was his name for her. Aziraphale was his angel, sure. And she seemed like an angel herself, the metaphorical kind, anyway. She was not like a real angel, which is annoying and dull. No, she wasn’t like that at all. He hadn’t read many books but knew how humans romanticized the term 'angel.' The innocence it carried in its title. 

No, no, no. She was his flower. He spend many days searching for the right name, but once he came up with that one, it stuck like glue. He loved plants. He loved plants so much. And he loved her. She was his flower.

Now, her head perked up to let her eyes meet his. She held his gaze, admiring the snake-like pupils the demon had. She seemed to snap out of it quickly, regaining her composure. “Oh, uh…,” her voice soft, “it’s the Phantom of the Opera. Have… Have you read it, Angel?”

His eyes closed. He loved it when she called him that. He was no angel by any means, but she used the term every chance she could the day she learned that he had once been so. She had two angels as far as she was concerned. And while one had a significantly more gothic wardrobe, she still considered him just the same.

He nods, “I was around when it was written and published. Hated it then.”

Her lips slowly pull into an amused smile. “And now?”

He shrugs, looking back into her eyes, “…Do YOU like it, Flower?”

A soft breath comes from her lungs, “…Not sure, but I believe so. Won’t say until I finish it. You know how it ends, Angel?”

He shakes his head, “Can’t say I do. Didn’t care enough to finish it.”

She finds that quite amusing. She pulls her legs closer to her to get comfortable, trying to keep herself warm. “Well, I’ll let you know when I’m done, yeah? If it’s good enough, will you try to read it again?”

“Tell me why you like it so much, Flower.”

She considers his words carefully, “I… perhaps see similarities in it… sometimes. You know?”

His eyes move back down to the liquor glass in his hand. He remained quiet, a silent sigh for her elaborate on her findings. 

“That was… stupid. I shouldn’t have said it. I’m… I’m sorry…”

He was much more intrigued than before. Sorry? For what? He wished sometimes he could just see what was going on in that funny little brain of hers. “No. Tell me.”

She knew that wasn’t a reassurance that he wasn’t annoyed. It was more of a demand. 

“I don’t know, Crowley…”

He grins, pulling the glass to his lips to take another sip.

“Tell me what you DO know, Flower.”

Her eyes wander around the room in thought. “I suppose I feel remorse for the Phantom…”

He hums.

“…and… everyone makes him out to be a horrid creature. A vile beast worth ending. And he believes it too about himself. That he’s awful and cruel. But they don’t know anything about him. Nothing. They even assume it’s a ghost sometimes…”

By now, he’s hooked on her words. Not that he cared for the plot much, but just her. She was beautiful like this, the sunlight from the windows behind her casting a light against her back, giving her body a glowing effect. 

“…anyways, this girl falls in love with him. And she finds out he’s just a man. He’s a man like anyone else. He’s not the vile thing everyone makes him out to be.”

He’s taking in every word.

Her voice drops to a low volume, “They call him a demon from hell.”

Crowley felt his jaw clench at her words. 

“…But, he’s not. Not at all. He’s just a man. A man who deserves much more than life handed him. He was no demon. He could’ve been an angel. He’s kind and fair. Honest and witty. He protects her with his life. And he’s loyal. He is quite admirable, honestly.”

She held this look. It was a loving look as she stared at Crowley. This time, he could read her like an open book. She was referencing him. That everyone believed Crowley was vile and cruel. But he was just like a man. 

“…You’re awfully quiet, Angel.”

That sold it for him. Angel. Her angel. His eyes closed, taking in a deep breath. 

He stood up quickly, setting his glass on the side table before approaching the sofa she occupied. She noticed, scooting over slightly to make room for him, but he didn’t sit. He kneeled in front of the couch, in front of her. 

If his eyes could produce tears, they’d be running. “Flower? You truly think that of me? That I’m just a man?”

She nods, her breath quickening at his proximity. 

He wanted to believe her. He truly did, but he couldn’t. He leaned in, making their faces inches apart. 

“You think all this and you haven’t finished the book?”

She nods again, her gaze staring to settle on his lips.

His hand reached forward, grabbing her face gently. His voice became a low growl, “And what if this angel truly is a demon from hell? Would the girl stop loving him, Flower?”

She isn’t sure what to say. She’s not sure who they’re even talking about at this point. Her gut told her to say one thing, but her head said another. And his grip on her face was not helping her focus.

“I.. I don’t think… love takes what they are into con… consideration when it chooses them…”

Satan, she was perfect. She always knew exactly what to say, the sneaky thing. It stilled his vessel’s heart, his eyes still drilling into hers. 

“And… will she truly listen to her heart?”

She nods. “She would be a fool not to, Angel.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. Here she was, sitting so pretty for him, her words causing a fire to erupt in his stomach. He leaned forward, pulling her face towards his. 

Their lips meet in a gentle kiss. It doesn’t last long because Crowley pulls away.

“Maybe you should finish the book before you make your conclusions, Flower. Perhaps he’ll always be that demon from hell.”

He stands, sliding his hands into his pockets with a sigh before exiting the bookshop.

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Days pass and Crowley acts as if their interaction never happened. It broke her heart. Aziraphale couldn’t take the two ignoring each other and decided to fix it. 

He told Crowley to be at the bookshop at a certain time. But Aziraphale wouldn’t be there. No, this was to get the demon alone with her to talk again, as they had before. And that plan worked perfectly.

This time, however, she was placing books on the bookshelf when he entered. He walked in confidently, but the confidence soon fell as he saw her pretty face. 

“Oh. I… where’s Angel?”

She shrugs, “Haven’t seen him all day.”

Curse that blasted angel from his stupid plans that always work. 

Crowley sighs, “I’m sorry I ran out on you.”

Her eyes finally move to find his. “I finished the book.”

His shoulders dropped somewhat at her sudden change of subject, but he went along with it nonetheless. “…Well, Flower?”

Her fingers lightly played with the spine of the book she had in her hand. “He may always be the demon from hell, but she still loves him.”

He was so stupid to leave her. To abandon his sweet Christine like this. His little flower that was always in bloom. 

“Oh, Flower…”

He moved forward, immediately wrapping his arms around her. He pulled her in for a kiss.

This kiss was very much different from their first. Where the first was soft and hesitant, this one was heated and passionate, as if this was their only method of communication. And to Crowley, it was. He needed her to see just how much her words meant to him. How much he craved to feel her lips on his again. How he imagined her the nights before. 

Her hands move to him, the book in her hand long forgotten. One rested on his forearm, the other cradling his face. She kissed him back with as much reverence as he did. She needed him to know she didn’t care. She didn’t care about what he was. What he did. She needed him to know that she loved him.

She loved him.

His tongue darted out to swipe across her bottom lip. She left out a soft moan, paring her lips. His tongue gently began to explore her mouth, their bodies holding each other in fear that they could be ripped from each other at any moment. 

She gently pushed him away, needing to catch her breath. “Sorry… sorry, Angel.. just… just gotta breathe…”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her jaw lightly, trailing the kisses up towards her ear before whispering softly, “‘If I am to be saved, it is because your love redeems me.’”

She let out a soft gasp, and her hand moved to the back of his neck, her fingers playing with his hair. “You… you know it?”

She could practically feel his smile against her neck, his voice vibrating the bones there, “Read it again after we talked…. All the way through this time…”

She was speechless at his words. He had went back and not only read the story for her, but then was able to quote it. She had never felt love radiate in a room until this very moment in time.

She pulled him back in for another sweet kiss.

He was no demon. To her, he was an angel. Her angel.

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[nanivinsmoke]

✿ sit on it

crowley x hunter!femreader

smut 18+, riding degradation and creampies

note: don’t judge me, im horny and I want him to spank me. wc: 932

you hated demons, there was no other way around it. you despised them like every other hunter, wished you could get rid of each and every one of them, including the king. but, you LOVED his dick.

you knew you shouldn’t have let it come to this. if sam or dean ever found out about what you were doing in the dungeon with their demonic hostage, they’d kill you. but, you couldn’t stop yourself. it was like you were obsessed.

dean and sam were out looking for cass and kevin was locked in his room, trying to decipher the angel tablet; which left you on babysitting duty. the very first day you kept on eye on crowley, ended up with his dick lodged in your throat—his kids pouring down it. however, today was different. you were struggling to take his cock.

the king of hell was huge, splitting your walls open with each bounce you made; bullying himself inside. the difference between your mouth and your puffy cunt was clear—he felt much better wrapped around your gummy walls than your mouth—although you loved both.

his chains clanged with movement you made and his dark irises were glued to your fucked out face, enjoy as you could barely take his girth. your hair was sweated out and sticking to your face, while your tits jumped behind your t-shirt—mimicking your slutty hoping. a whine left your mouth while you slowed down your pace, making crowley chuckle.

“what I thought you could take it?” you rolled your eyes, gripping on the soft fabric of his blazer, slowing your pace and grinding your hips into his clothed one. “ ‘s too—mhm—big.”

he chuckled again, smirking to himself at the sight playing out in front of him. a hunter slowly losing herself on the king of hell’s dick. “what would sam and dean think if they saw their best friend, stuffed full of the king of hell’s cock. hm?” you whimpered and your cunt fluttered, making crowley’s eyes widened.

“did you just get off on the thought of getting caught by them? you might be my favorite whore,” there it was again, that feeling flowing through you. you clenched down on him once more, earning a low growl from his lips. it was such a turn on for you, hearing him degrade you—making you feel like a slut. it was enough fuel to make you start bouncing on his cock all over again.

“sh-shut u-u-upp” you breathed out, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, his cologne invading your nose; making your head swell. everything about this man was driving you further away from your initial thoughts about him. your cunt was thinking for you rather than your mind, you craved him.

crowley was starting to lose himself, the feeling of your walls sucking him tightly like you were trying to milk for all his worth was driving him crazy. and it didn’t help the lewd noises your cunt decided to make. the squelching along with your sweet moans, drove him mad. he tried to reach up and grab your hips, but the demon trapped handcuffed prevented from him doing so.

he groaned loudly, rutting his hips up into you making sweet mewls leave your lips, anger slowly pooling inside of him. he wanted nothing more to be freed from his restraints so he could fuck you stupid on this chair, but until that time comes he would have to suffice with you fucking yourself dumb on his cock.

“ohh fuckkk, you’re so deep. ‘m gonna cum so hard,” you moaned into his ear, your pace increasing by the moment; earning a low moan from him. you leaned back and connected eyes with him, letting him see you come undone on his fat cock. “such a good little whore. go ahead, cum for daddy.”

you whined and continued to bounce on him. your walls moving sporadically while a white film of your juices coated on his cock, each time you filled your self up. it only took a few more bounce for you to finally let go, clamping down hard on him as you creamed all over him; making him cum along with you. crowley groaned, his eyes fluttering about as you milked him dry—seed pooling inside of you.

you pulled him close by his chin and smashed your lips onto his, breaking your number one rule. no kissing. his lips were addicting and you could taste the faint flavor of his favorite drink, making you feel dizzy. you rolled your hips into his, still sensitive from your orgasm, earning a whine from him; making you smile. you raised your hips, making him pop out of you and ropes of his cum to spill out, before you plugged it up with your panties.

“sam and dean should be coming back,” you reminded him, fixing yourself and stuffing his semi-hard cock back into his pants, making him wince. and almost like it was on queue, you could hear the two brother’s call out for you.

you turned to leave, allowing him to get a glimpse of your ass, until he called out for you. “am i finally going to stretch my legs? i can please you better if i wasn’t in a houdini act.”

you turned and flashed him a smile, “I’ll think about it.”

not.

[winchesterszvonecek]

Can I request something where a reader-insert gets injured protecting Crowley, please? c:

Take the Hit - [ Crowley ]

Summary: Crowley finds out exactly how you feel about him when you take the hit that was meant to kill him

Word Count: 1470

Warnings: female!reader, mentions of blood, brief violence

A/N: i feel like this sucks but i hope it was okay!

Masterlist | Crowley Masterlist

You always were one to put others before yourself. To offer your life in exchange for theirs. It’s one thing your brothers hated about you, the fact that you were so willing to give yourself up for others, whether it be family, friends or complete strangers.

Which was completely ‘pot calling the kettle black’ as you couldn’t count the amount of times they’d given up their own lives for someone. But you just figured it was because you were technically the baby of the family, despite the fact that you were two years older than Sam… The boys didn’t want to tell you straight up that it was because you were a woman as they knew you’d kick their asses for even saying it.

Half of the time you had to threaten Dean with violence against the Impala for him to let you join them on hunts, even though you were one hell of a hunter who’d proven many times that you were capable of looking after yourself. You knew Dean was just being protective, as he had been all your life, but part of you knew that the reason he didn’t want you leaving the safety of the bunker anymore was because of Crowley.

Ever since Crowley’s run with human blood, the two of you had developed a bond, one that your brothers were not pleased with. Nor were they pleased to find out you’d been sneaking into the dungeon to talk to him at night when he’d been chained up inside, against your brother's orders that you weren’t to go anywhere near him. That had not been a fun conversation. Not one bit.

You didn’t know what this connection was you had with the King of Hell himself, whether it was from loneliness, as oftentimes you were left alone in the bunker and it’s not like there was anyone else for you to talk to, or whether it was something else entirely, you had no idea. All you knew was that you liked it.

You enjoyed Crowley’s company. You enjoyed talking to him. Having conversations that weren’t filled with jokes and innuendos, much like those in which you’d had with him around the others. These talks were more deep. More personal. Something you didn’t want to share with anyone else.

Crowley understood you. He listened to you. He allowed you to vent about things that you wouldn’t dare say around your brothers. You knew he’d never repeat what you said, not when he was still so hopped up on human blood that he was technically one himself, which is partially the reason as to why he even seemed to care about you. And you were surprised to find out that he still did once he returned to full demon… Well, almost full.

The entire time you’d known him, Crowley had never treated you any differently from your brothers. Never acted as though you couldn’t handle yourself, or looked down upon you because you were a woman. One who was much shorter than that of your gigantic brothers. He knew what you were capable of. Knew you could handle yourself in a fight. All in all he treated you like the hunter you were, which is why the second you saw that angel blade moving towards him, you knew you had to save him.

“Crowley!” You shouted, gaining his attention as you moved quicker than ever before, throwing yourself in front of the blade that might have killed him had you not taken the hit for him.

You gasped harshly as the blade penetrated your stomach, the tip of it almost coming straight out your back. Your skin burned fierce as you fell back against Crowley, who stood directly behind you, his arms catching you before you hit the ground.

“Easy, darling.” Crowley said softly, lowering you to the ground as he held you in his arms, watching as you choked on your own blood, your hands fumbling blindly around the wound in which the angel blade still stuck out of. “Don’t. You pull that out, you die… You understand me?” He added, his voice wavering a touch that only you could hear it.

“I’m sorry… I… She… She got in the way.” The hunter who’d stabbed you babbled out, his mouth gaped from shock. From confusion as to why a Winchester would take the hit for a demon. But before he, or anyone else for that matter, could say anything, Crowley raised his hand and with a quick twist of it, the hunter fell dead to the floor. His neck broken.

“C-Crowley.” You spluttered, blood spewing out of your mouth, dripping down your chin as you breathed raggedly, gasping for air which you couldn’t seem to get into your lungs. You couldn’t begin to explain the pain in which you felt. The burning sensation inside your stomach. Yet at the same time you felt numb. Cold. Like you didn’t have many ragged breaths left in you.

“You’re okay, darling.” Crowley soothed, brushing your hair from your face before the two of you vanished, the warehouse around you changing before your very eyes and before you knew it, you were in the hospital. “Can I get some help here?”

The hospital staff were quick to swarm you, your body landing on a gurney, wheeling you away from Crowley who stood anxiously by the nurses station. He knew your wound was bad. Knew it may very well kill you. And he knew he shouldn’t care. That he should find joy in the death of a Winchester but things were different now. Especially between the two of you.

He’d never dream of seeing you dead. Or your brothers for that matter. He’d never dream of laying a hand on you. Never dream of putting you in harm's way and yet somehow, without even meaning to, without even doing anything but being present at that warehouse, he’d gone and hurt you. He’d done the one thing which he swore he’d never do again, he’d hurt you, and if you didn’t pull through, he wasn’t quite sure what he’d do afterwards… That is, if your brothers didn’t kill him first, which to be honest, he probably wouldn’t even fight at that point.

The wait for news on you was long, even for a demon, but the second he heard your name being called by the doctor, he was on his feet faster than ever before. And when the doctor told him you’d survived, that you’d pulled through, well he very nearly found himself thanking God.

“You scared me.” He said softly, the second he saw your eyes flutter open as you lay still on the hospital bed.

“You’re a demon…” You said weakly, trying your best to smile. “You shouldn’t get scared.” You finished, coughing lightly as you turned to look at him. He looked so normal sitting by your side, his coat draped over the back of the chair and his suit jacket unbuttoned. It was as though he was human.

“You and I both know I’m not a regular demon, darling.” He said with a touch of humour now that you’d seemed to have regained yours. He stood up, stepping closer to you as his hand lingered in the air, as though he was unsure whether you’d want him to touch you.

“You can touch me.” You whispered, watching as the faintest smile rose on his face, one that would go unnoticed by those who didn’t truly know Crowley. Not like you did anyway. His hand landed atop your forehead, feeling the heat radiate from your skin as you closed your eyes briefly, relishing in his touch.

“Why did you save me?” He asked in a whisper, your eyes opening slowly as your gaze shifted from him a little. “Why did you take the hit?”

“Because I couldn’t… I...” You croaked out, lip trembling as your eyes began to water. “I couldn’t let him kill you.” You finished, your voice breaking as you finally turned to look at him again. He reached down, gently wiping away the tear that had rolled down your cheek.

“You know, there was a time in which you’d have been the one behind the blade, not the one diving in front of it.” He said as you sniffled, bringing your own hand up to wipe at your eyes.

“Times have changed.” You whispered, a quiet sob escaping up your throat and leaving your lips as nothing but a breathy sigh, one which told Crowley all he needed to know about you. And the way you felt about him. You could see him moving, feel him getting closer and the second his lips brushed against yours, allowing you to feel the roughness of his beard, you very nearly passed out again.

“That they have, darling, that they have.”

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New Addition🤎

Summary: Being Sam Winchesters long time girlfriend was wonderful until he had family business and was on the road all the time, but what happens when you find out you’re pregnant?

Pairing: Early Seasons Sam Winchester x f!reader

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Sitting in my apartment missing waking up to sharing the bed with Sam, cuddling against his warm body, sitting on the counter as he makes us pancakes, getting ready for college parties together, everything we use to do now just memories

“Come on Sam I miss you, when are you gonna be home?” I sighed into the phone

“I’m sorry baby I miss you too but Dean and I are working some jobs and….”

“Jobs? I thought you were just looking for your dad? Sam are you okay I’m worried” he’s been gone for a month now and it was miserable he helped pay half the rent and it was a struggle by myself now and he’s my soulmate and being apart really wanes on the heart

“Well we’re still looking just making some stops along the way” I could hear Dean in the back making fun of him calling me baby

“You know I can’t be mad at you I’m just……I just miss you but I hope everything is going good with Dean and you find your dad” he told me all about his problems in the past with his family but all I wanted was for him to be happy

“You know I miss you too baby, wish I could see you, sleeping in these shitty motel rooms doesn’t compare to WOAH Dean stop hitting me!” Dean obviously didn’t want to hear the end of that making me cheer up a bit

“Well just call me more when you get the time but I have class, I love you Sam”

“Love you too Angel” the call ended and I was forced to go along with my daily routine, get ready, go to class and come back to an empty apartment

It went on like this for 2 more months and it just got worse, his calls became less frequent maybe once a week, I fell into a deep sadness that only Sam Winchester could brighten, and I became sick at first I thought it was a flu maybe a stomach bug but after talking to some friends and one test later and I find out I’m pregnant, I have to be atleast 3 months along since that’s the time he’s been gone

After having an hour long breakdown I dialed Sam hoping he had some time to talk and not on another job

“Angel why are you calling so late?” His voice groggy

“Sammy……we need to talk” I stutter out still emotional

“What’s wrong are you okay?”

“I’m pre……I can’t tell you over the phone I need to see you…..please” I beg praying he’ll just come home

“I don’t know Dean and I are…”

“Sam this is really important what ever you’re doing can wait, I need you”

“Okay we’ll be there by the time you wake up”

I woke up exhausted from the stress of the day before, I’m pregnant actually pregnant under normal circumstances I’d be happy starting a family with Sam but with how absent he’s been I feel him drifting away

I willed myself out of bed and pulled on one of Sam’s hoodies that hung down to my knees and wore a pair of pair of black legging, running a warm cloth over my face to freshen up when I heard a rapid knocking at the front door

My heart filled with panic and I was becoming hesitant about coming clean, I opened the door and there he stood, towering over me like a god yet still so soft on me

He swooped down and lifted me easily into his arms and held me close, being back in his arms just felt right it felt like home and so I broke down again as I clung to him

“Sammy” I whined as I hide my tear streaked face in his shoulder smelling his oh so wonderful cologne

He brought me inside and sat me down on the couch, Dean looming in the room after he rummaged for food in our kitchen

“Angel what’s wrong? You don’t look so good” he asked as he stroked my hair helping calm me

“You’ve been gone so long and I understand but it’s been a hard 3 months alone, I can’t sleep, I can’t think straight, I’m broke and……..”

“And what?” Dean intervened making my heart jump, Sam sending him a glare

“I thought I was just sick but…….im pregnant” I felt so vulnerable as he just looked at me seeming to be in shock

“You’re joking” Dean groaned

“I didn’t mean too…..im sorry” I say as my lip trembled

“Oh Angel this isn’t your fault it’s mine and I shouldn’t have left you alone so long like that I don’t know what I was thinking” he sighs as he holds me to his chest

“Family business Sammy” Dean stated

“Dean stop”

“Sam if being with your family is so important and doing all these jobs I understand but if that’s what you want then I don’t want to hold you back if this isn’t what you want anymore”

“What? No of course I want you I want this, you’re my soulmate and I’m never letting you go again, you deserve to know the truth”

“Sam don’t” deans assertive tone booming in the room

After Sam told me everything about this new supernatural world I was sceptic at first but honestly it connected a lot of dots

“So these jobs you work are important but I can’t go months being apart again”

“You can come with us, just for while you’re pregnant and then when you give birth we can go home and settle” he said with a bright smile, that smile I fell in love with

“Are you sure Dean won’t hate me” I whisper to him

“He’ll lighten up trust me Angel”

Sam helped me pack all the my clothes and personal items I needed and we were off on the road, it was a nice car with lots of room for me to stretch out in the back

“So where are we going?”

“There’s signs of a vampires nest in a small town, going to check it out see what’s going on” Dean says his eyes still on the road, he still made me a bit nervous though

“Umm are vampires one of the easier monsters you deal with?” I ask trying to make conversation

“They can be, but a nest of them can be a bitch”

They go on to tell me all the cases they’ve worked since they’ve been gone and it’s crazy to wrap my head around, after driving all day we finally got to the town settling into a little motel room

“I’m gonna go pick us up some dinner” Dean said as he threw his bag on his bed and left

I sat on the bed me and Sam are sharing sighing once the door closed

“What’s wrong Angel?”

“I just hate being a burden to you guys I know how stressful this is for you plus having this baby….”

“Hey you’re not a burden I’m just glad you’re with me now, being cooped up with Dean 24/7 can become a bit macho” he says making me laugh

“Do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?” I ask as he places his hand on my tiny bump

“I’m happy with either, you know my mother would have loved you you’re as kind as she was, well atleast that’s what Dean says about her”

“You know this baby is the luckiest in the world to have you as their father, and such a handsome one at that” he smiled as he pulled me into his lap pulling me close

“I’ve missed this, holding you” his hand runs down my back sending shivers

“Kissing you” his lips gently press to my collar bone making me gasp

“Being with you at night” the door bursts open interrupting our moment, I jump out of his lap and their stands Dean and what I believe to be their father from old pictures Sam has showed me

“Sammy trying to get some” Dean laughed making my body heat in embarrassment

“Who’s this?” John asked his voice full of disapproval

“Dad where have you been? Never mind that right now, this is y/n my girlfriend”

“And what the hell is she doing here son?” I felt little under his gaze

“She can’t be alone she’s pregnant” Sam said confidently as he held my hand

“Sam what the hell were you thinking, you can’t have a pregnant girl doing this job, you need to be focused”

“Maybe I should just go home” I say as I go to pick up my bag

“No! You’re staying Angel I’m not letting you go again” he said as he wiped a stray tear I didn’t know had escaped my waterline

“She’s family now dad, you can’t push her away cause if you do then you’re just gonna push me away too, for good this time” John sighed and gave a look to Dean

“Tomorrow we’re going to stake out the vampires nest, be ready” he said sternly before stomping out of the room leaving an awkward cloud looming over the three of us

“Come on you two let’s eat” Dean said in a lighter tone obviously trying to pick up what his father ruined

We ate at the little table chatting about random things, how Sam and I met, our first date and how nervous Sam was, almost everything we had together up until this point

“Have you told your family about the baby?” Dean asked after he took a swig of beer

“I don’t really have family, I was raised in an orphanage and when I turned 18 I was pretty much on my own, I stayed in the schools dorms until Sam and I moved in together, plus our friends kind of changed after first year so it’s mostly just been Sammy and I”

“I’m sorry”

“Oh no it’s fine I’m happy with the way my life turned out it lead me to Sam after all” I smile looking at Sam who had that loving look, he was so gentle compared to his brother

“You guys are going to make me hurl”

It’s been a crazy and stressful 6 months but I’m now in the last week of pregnancy and to say I’m scared is an understatement, I’m terrified but I feel like I can’t tell Dean and Sam with what they face everyday, this is probably a walk in the park to them

They were out right now hunting a werewolf as I paced back and forth in yet another motel room, I’ve been having cramps in my stomach since I woke up but I just thought it could be indigestion from the food we ate last night but they’ve only gotten stronger, walking helps but this could just be Braxton’s hocks I try to tell my self that is u til my water breaks, I’m hesitant to call Sam because of the case but like he said this is more important, I dialed hoping he’d answer

“Hey we’re on our way back now did you need us to pick you up anything?”

“Sam my water broke” I could hear him tell Dean to drive faster

“Okay just hold on we’ll be there soon, just do the breathing exercises like we practiced”

“Okay I’ll try” I breath deeply as another contraction hit a whimper left me but I know it’s going to get much worse

Minutes later Sam and Dean busy through the hotel room, Dean get my to go bag and Sam gently picks me up and brings me to the car sitting with me in the back

“Sammy I’m scared”

“We’re almost to the hospital hold on kiddo” Dean said trying to reassure me, he’d warmed up to me over the months like Sam said

“You can do this, think of our little girl or boy we’re about to meet” I nodded gripping his hand, we got to the hospital and were settled in a private room, Sam at my side and Dean on the couch used for husband or partners

“What if something happens?” I ask as he brushes my hair back

“Everything will be okay, you’re the strongest woman I know”

“It’s time Mrs Winchester” the doctor said making my heart swell at the name, he was wrong but I didn’t care

After some agonizing pushes that pressure was gone replaced by a little babies cries, the nurse laid the baby on my chest and she was beautiful, she had Sam big green hazel eyes and had light brown hair

“Congrats on a baby girl” the nurse said, they cleaned me up and left the room letting the four of us settle

“What are you going to name my little niece?” Dean asked now standing on the other side of the bed mesmerized by her

“How about Luna Mary Winchester” I say looking up to Sam for his opinion

“I love it, I love you, both of you” he smiled as he played with Lunas little fingers

“The three of us just became four”

[starswritingdorm]

crowley’s daughter au

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“Everyone meet my daughter, Y/N, she will be staying with us at nrc, I do hope you guys treat her well, if you don’t, I will find out, if you guys get the chance do introduce yourselves to her and make her feel welcomed.” Crowley smiled as he rested his hands on her shoulders, the girl smiled at everyone as she waved.

There was small talk as murmurs were being made more which soon trein yelled silence which everyone shut up quickly. But soon the dorm leader of heartslabyul soon stood up from his seat as he cleared his throat before speaking

“It’s lovely that your daughter is here but I may point out, I thought animals weren’t allowed on campus..needless to say a cat with powers..”

“Hey im going to be a mage! Isn’t that right Y/N?!” Grim yelled before smiling at the girl who nodded and picked him up. “Well, uh, well she’s allowed!” Crowley said nervously. “No you said I can bring from because you didn’t want to hear me complain how “bad” of a father you are” Y/N said as she chuckled nervously

“I did not say that!”

“you said it last night”

“No! Why must you wound me with such worlds..”

“Crowley..” crewel said clearing his throat which caused him to stammer back to work mode before continuing his talk. Y/N sighed before looking at the staff. Y/N knew the staff very well since crowley showed her to them at a young age. Plus they’ve taken care of her many times.

Sam looked over which he smiled and then mouthed that she can leave. With a smile the H/C haired girl soon sneaked away off stage. People watching but not saying a word. Dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders not noticing the girl.

As soon Y/N and grim left, grim started chuckling. “I can’t believe you called your dad out like that!” “Get used to it, it’s going to happen a lot more” Y/N smiled at grim as she hugged him closer

[shuichiakainx]

Happy Birthday David 🤧❤️

[et-is-an-alien]

I just discovered this and I am not going to be okay for the next week

HE HAS ONE OF CROWLEY'S FEATHERS. HE WAS WRITING A LETTER TO CROWLEY WHILE HE WAS ON THE PHONE WITH HIM. HIS HAPPY LITTLE "Hello, it's me ^^"

"I could hunker down at your place, watch you eat cake, maybe bring a bottle or case of... something drinkable." "Goodnight, angel." UGHHHHHHHH CROWLEY YOU SOFTIE

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

Confessions

-Warnings// ANGST, FLUFF AND LOT OF SMUT also a lil summery: basically reader has feelings for dean they end up in the sheets you get the gist

-Dean x reader

-Word count// 2931

(Gif from Pinterest)

It was a long night and all you wanted was to get some sleep, the hunt took a lot out you, the spirit threw you against the wall and you banged your shoulder up pretty good, Dean was able to pop it right back into place but a dull ache remained, heading to the impala you slide into the back seat holding your arm trying to help ease the pain, Dean started up the car once him and Sam were in heading straight for the first motel you guys find

Finally it didn't take long until Dean was pulling into a parking lot, you slid out of the car stretching your sore muscles a small moan accidentally slipping from your lips which only Dean caught, he turned smirking at you "we should get a separate room so I can listen to that sound all night" Dean said in a flirty tone, Dean and you were always being flirty with each other, it was fun at first but when your feelings for dean grew and he was still sleeping with other girls he met at bars but flirting with you it just hurt so you held back hoping he'd just stop so you could move on and get over him 

You just rolled your eyes in a playful manner hoisting your bag over your good shoulder "you wish Winchester, if we get two rooms I'm getting one for myself and you two can share" Dean shook his head smirking "here let me grab your bag take the weight off your shoulder" he gently grabbed the bag carrying it along with his own towards the motel. 

Once at the  reception desk as Sam spoke with the receptionist booking a room with two beds, the usual, you used to share with dean all the time but things were different when you fell for him, unless he was staying with his hook up and you could get your own bed you bunked with Sam so you didn't have to be so close to dean 

"You can bunk with me tonight sweetheart" Dean said putting your bag on the best closest to the door "oh that's okay Sam already said I could sleep in his bed" you said quickly hoping that would be the end of it and you could get some sleep 

"I don't know Y/N Sam's a restless sleeper he could end up knocking your shoulder out again, remember the time he accidentally kicked you out of bed in New York and broke your wrist" Dean said and he had a fair point, Sam was pretty rough to sleep beside especially when injured poor guy tossed and turned all night 

"I guess your right, maybe I'll stay on the couch so it's safer" you said turning to look at the dusty couch that was probably a century old dean made a face  "no chance that couch looks like someone died on it, look I'll take the couch you take the bed" Dean said making you disagree immediately "no you take the bed I'll be fine Dean" Dean clapped his hands together as he sat on the couch "okay we have two options I take the couch or we share the bed" you sighed knowing you weren't gonna let him sleep on a couch because of your stupid feelings for him

"We'll share" you said moving towards the bathroom to shower. Once the bathroom door was closed dam was on his feet "alright I'm gonna go get pizzas I'm starving what do you want?" He asked grabbing the impalas keys "uh just do pepperoni and get large Y/N I can share cause I know you're a pineapple on a pizza kind of freak" sam gave Dean a bitch face before replying "it's good Dean you would like it if you tried it" before Dean could reply there was a muffled yell from the closed bathroom door "no your just a pineapple freak sweetie" Dean let out a laugh as Sam muttered he'd be back in a half hour.

When you stepped out the bathroom 10 minutes later you were in a park of shorts and an old shirt of Sam's, your hair slightly damp as you only fowl dried it, Dean was sat on the bed as he waited for you

 "hey can we talk?" He asked running a hand over his mouth "yeah of course, whats on your mind?" You asked confused, Dean sighed as he got up from the bed walking until he was in front of you "why are you avoiding me so much? Did i do something to piss you off because I've wracked my brain for days trying to figure out what I did but I just can't figure it out" this was the last thing you wanted, for him to feel like he did something wrong "you didn't do anything Dean I'm just going through something right now and I'm not ready to talk about it" you said hoping he'd just let it go 

"But you're fine with Sam? I just don't get it Y/N we've been best friends for years now you're avoiding me at all costs, just tell me what I did to you so I can try and fix it" Dean said his voice slightly raising as he was getting frustrated "there's nothing to fix Dean" you said defensively "well obviously there is if you don't even want to share a bed with me out of nowhere when we've done it hundreds of times before, what could I have possibly done to hurt you" he yelled "nothing Dean for the last fucking time you didn't do anythi-" "well then what's your problem!" Dean yelled cutting you off 

"You! Your my problem Winchester!" You yelled folding your arms over your chest too upset to even feel the pain in your shoulder, Dean seemed taken aback by your outburst as he stayed silent for a moment "...what's that supposed to mean" he said taking a step towards you "your my problem Dean, do you have any idea how it feels to see the person you love chasing girl after girl in every goddam state" you yelled feeling the hot tears fall down your cheeks 

Dean stared at you his eyes wide and jaw was slack "you love me" he questioned softly "just forget I said anything I'm just gonna leave" you wiped your hands down your cheeks to dry them as you moved to put your shoes on, you didn't get far before dean was grabbing your arm he tugged you to turn and face him, he moved one hand to wrap around your waist and the other was placed at the back of your head, before you could ask what the hell he was doing Dean was leaning in and capturing your lips in a searing kiss taking you by surprise 

You quickly regained you're composure you kissed back running your hands up his chest to rest on his flannel covered shoulders, the hand that was on your waist moved to rest under your ass so dean could hoist you up to wrap your legs around his hips, you moaned as deans hands gripped your ass holding you closer to him, Dean took advantage of your parted lips by slipping his tongue into the kiss

While he held you in his arms he walked you toward the bed Dean broke the kiss  before gently tossing you down on the moldy motel bed, you stared up at him and smiled when he rushed to remove the red checkered flannel from his body leaving him in his grey shirt under neath which too made its way to the floor leaving deans chest completely bare

You got up on your knees booking your fingers in his belt loops and tugging him to fall on the bed his body hovered over yours, you wrapped your legs his hips pulling him closer, Dean kissed a trail up your neck back to your lips, you smiled into the kiss as Dean moved his hands to pull your shirt over your head tossing it to the rest of the pile ok the floor,  leaving you in a white lace bra, Dean smirked as he unhooked your bra throwing it behind him leaving you chest completely bare, your nipples hardened at the cool air 

Dean licked his lips as his warm hands wrapped around your breasts "like what you see handsome" Dean's hands moved from your breasts down your waist to the hem of your shorts his fingers slipping under "you have no idea sweetheart" Dean said biting his kiss swollen bottom lip he began piling you shorts and panties down as you lifted your hips from the bed to help his movements

Your shorts and panties joined the floor you pulled Dean down in a rough kiss your fingers running through his short spiky hair, you moaned at the feeling of deans  Jean clad member pressed against your hot wet pussy, dean moved his lips down to your jaw as he nipped and sucked at your sweet spot leaving a deep purple mark in its place

You loved dean away by his shoulders making him look at you confused and worried he's taken things too far "I don't think it's fair I'm the only naked one now Winchester" you said as you trialed your fingers down deans taut abdomen to his belt buckle, you quickly threw his belt to the floor before rushing to unzip his jeans, Dean pulled his jeans and boxers down before getting back on top of you attacking your swollen lips with his once again

Dean pulled away from the kiss "son of a bitch! I don't have a condom" you giggled playing with the short hair on his head "I'm on the pill" deans smile grew and he leaned down kissing his way down your chest, his lips wrapped around your nipple as he gave it a gentle bite, giving the same attention to your other breast, only stopping him when he went to move lower "you okay?" He asked either arms resting on the side of you

You nodded with a smile "we gotta  be quick Sam won't be much longer" you said and dean nodded knowing you were right, while making his way up your body Dean gave you hip a playful bite causing you to squeal 

Now face to face once again dean leaned down capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, you wrapped your legs around his hips pulling him closer to you his cock pressing against your core moaning when he moved his length up your pussy,  teasing you 

"Dean I can't take the teasing please do something" you begged, Dean smirked as his tip pressed against your dripping hole, finally he pushed in stretching you out inch by inch

You scraped your fingers through deans scalp when he was all the way inside you "you okay sweetheart" he asked noticing your scrunched yo face "yeah totally fine, you can move now I'm ready" you said leaning up to kiss him deeply

Dean placed both hands at the back your thighs pushing them up against your chest as he started to thrust inside of you at a slow pace, the position allowing him to hit your G spot with every slam of his hips "oh Dean that feels so fucking good" you moaned arching your back 

"God your so tight" Dean groaned as he picked up his pace, thrusting faster, the only sound in the room was moans and the sound of skin slapping skin, the feeling of being completely bare inside of you was you crazy, feeling every movement his cock made inside you without the latex keeping you from truly feeling him 

You scraped your nails down deans back as he continued to slam inside of you driving you closer and closer to your release, "I'm so close dean" you cried out feeling the knot in your stomach tightening with every thrust, dean moved his hand down to your core his fingers moving quickly on your clit making you scream, your head slamming against the dusty pillow as your orgasm washed over you coating deans cock in your release 

Dean continued to work your shaking body through your orgasm, finally the bliss was wearing off you looked up locking eyes with dean "you didn't finish?" You questioned and dean shakes his head smiling "we didn't have much time sweetheart I was more focused on getting you off" he shrugged moving to pull out

You moved your legs to wrap around his waist as you flipped him onto his back leaving your straddling his hips, Dean looked up at you shocked "we have plenty of time" you said easing yourself down on his cock once again, Dean let out a soft moan as he moved his hands to your waist, he helped your move up and down his length 

You continued to bounce up and down deans cock, deans eyes were mesmerised on hour breasts as they  bounced with every movement, he moved his hands to grab your tits holding them in his big warm hands "you're fucking amazing Y/N" Dean moaned 

Your braced your hands on deans shoulders as your quickened your movements, moaning when dean leaned forward taking your nipple into his moth as he bit gently and sucked, you knew he was close as his hands tightened their grip on your hip and breast "I'm so close beautiful" he groaned against your chest as he continued sucking deep purple marks 

"Me too baby" you moaned bouncing harder on deans cock, your thighs slamming down against deans, you started to feel the burn in your thighs as you continued to bounce, determined to get dean to cum

Dean groaned as he felt his own orgasm approaching quickly, he moved his hands down to grab your ass but not before I delivering a hard slap on it making you scream his name

Dean groaned loudly "oh fuck!", closing his eyes as you felt him cum inside you, coating your walls in hot white spurts triggering your own orgasm making you scream out deans name 

Once your breathing had calmed you giggled, moving on shaky legs to get off dean, he laughed along side you tucking you closely into his side, you moved your arm to wrap around him, your hand trailed up to trace his anti possession tattoo "I think that was the best sex I've ever had" Dean broke the silence making you smile and look up at him from your place on his chest "well I'm honoured, it was pretty god for me too" you joked

Dean let out a loud laugh "oh come on gorgeous tell me I'm the best sex you've had" you squealed when deans fingers started to attack your sides tickling you "alright! your the best sec I've ever had" you laughed squirming in deans arms as he tickled you.

You and Dean laid there talking for a few minutes  before you heard the door opening "alright I'm back I stopped to get some beer too-oh my god in here stinks of sex, seriously guys!" Sam said staring at the couple in the bed cuddled under the sheets, Dean was laying with a smirk on his face

“Sorry Sammy, be glad you didn’t get walk in 10 minutes ago or you would really be traumatised” Dean joked making Sam roll his eyes “whatever, I’m giving you both 5 minutes to get dressed because it want to eat my pizza without you two being naked in bed!” Sam said closing the door behind him

“Guess we’d better get dressed” you said moving to pull away from dean, he grabbed your arm gently pulling you back down to the bed as he hovered above you slightly, he leaned down giving your lips a gentle kiss making you smile cupping his cheek in your hand “what’s that for?” You questioned when he pulled away

  “because i love you, I have for a while now I just didn’t want to screw anything up, your my best friend I don’t want to loose that, but I want to be with you, I want you to be my girlfriend, so what do you say Y/N?” Dean asked making you smile 

“I love you too Dean so yeah I’ll be your girlfriend, however you gotta take me on a date to make it official ” you said giving him a quick peck on lips before moving away to pull your clothes on again

Dean laughed as he pulled his pants back on “I think we just made it pretty official tonight sweetheart” Dean said making you roll your eyes with a smile “it’s safe to come in now” you called to the closed door and the younger Winchester was coming in his signature bitch face making an appearance as he opened the windows “seriously I’m happy for you guys but next time get your own room” Sam said 

Dean chuckled “you better wear earplugs from now on Sammy” Dean said taking a slice of pizza from the box and taking a sip of beer moving to take a seat on the  couch next to you “your disgusting dean” Sam said with a roll of his eyes you giggled at the brotherly banter

 “I don’t mind it one bit” you said gabbing Deans jaw and pulling him into a quick kiss making the younger Winchester gag causing you both to end the kiss while laughing against each others lips.

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ALL MY OWN WORK I DO NOT GIVE CONSENT TO COPY OR PUBLISH ON OTHER SITES , I.E WATTPAD, ETC, WITHOUT MESSAGING TO ASK FIRST

[feralbutfluffy]

Give a Man a Mask

The man who caught Aziraphale’s eye was lounging rather indecorously on one of the many benches lining the walls of the ballroom. He (because despite every inch of them being covered, Aziraphale was sure it was a he) wore a well-tailored black velvet suit jacket that fit snuggly over a black waistcoat intricately embroidered with gunmetal filigree. Underneath the waistcoat, Aziraphale could just make out a black shirt and a flash of burgundy lace at the man’s throat. Black leather gloves laced up around his wrists, and matching knee-high boots fit snuggly over the man's fitted black trousers.

Aziraphale sighed with envy. He could never pull off something like that.

Of course - he told himself - it wasn’t the man necessarily that had caught his eye. It was the clothing; he had always noticed and admired fine clothing, and his outfit really was exquisitely made.

Besides, it was hard not to notice someone who had dressed in such stark contrast to the rest of the guests. It seemed everyone else was dressed to excess, resplendent in feathers and lace, gemstones and pearls. This man’s costume, by contrast, was downright modern; minimal but striking, yet still in keeping with Carnivale. The handstitched leather Plague Doctor mask beneath a black tricorn hat completed the look. It should have looked offputting, really...

It did not.

The man looked less like a man, Aziraphale thought, and more like a long black shadow curving against the wall. Aziraphale popped a fritelle into his mouth and chewed it slowly before swallowing. 

If he was honest with himself (which he would prefer not to be, all things considered) he knew what had really attracted his attention; there was something about him - the lazy confidence evident in the way he was sitting, or the dark clothing perhaps - that made him think of Crowley. He hadn’t seen the demon in a few years, and although he was absolutely loathe to admit it even within the privacy of his own mind, he did rather miss him.

Well. He missed him and worried about him in equal parts. Handing over the thermos of Holy Water a few years before had certainly ramped up his anxiety.

He was extremely glad of his full-face volto mask as he watched the figure out of the corner of his eye. He popped another fritelle into his mouth under the mask, chewed, and swallowed with a little groan of pleasure. They really were delicious.

The Plague Doctor swiveled to face him as if he had heard him, and although there was no possible way the stranger could have heard anything of the sort from across the crowded ballroom, Aziraphale blushed ferociously. The heat of it was almost unbearable behind his full-face mask.

He turned his body away from the man, staring down at the sweet delights laid out on the banquet table, and tried very hard to ignore what felt like a heated stare. He gazed down at the galani, his mouth suddenly dry.

Although he was almost expecting it, the dark presence at his elbow a moment later made him start.

“Buonasera, come sta?” said the Plague Doctor in perfect Italian, tipping his hat in a quick formal bow.

Aziraphale had been right about it being a man.

He jerked back at the greeting, startled by the man’s sudden proximity, and scrambled for a reply. 

“Oh! Buonasera!” Aziraphale could think of nothing else to say. He cringed behind his mask and wondered if he could miracle his way out of a conversation that was embarrassing before it had even begun.

The Plague Doctor was wearing a zendale beneath his tricorn, and the silk hood concealed every part of his head not covered by mask or hat. He tilted his head, looking like a curious raven, and rested both his gloved hands on top of a cane Aziraphale hadn’t noticed before. His tight grip - Aziraphale could see his knuckles straining against the leather of his gloves - obscured most of what looked like a beautifully carved gunmetal handle.

He looked up. The large eyesockets of the mask were filled with dark glass lenses, revealing absolutely nothing. Aziraphale smoothed down his more traditional costume. The cream and white concoction with gold embroidery and an abundance of lace ruffles had rather delighted him when he’d stepped out this morning, but it felt quite indulgent next to this austere creature.

“I trust you are enjoying yourself?” said the Plague Doctor in an extremely thick Italian accent, leaning forward on his cane so that the beak of his mask almost punctured his bubble of personal space.

“Oh yes, very much so!” Aziraphale nodded, wondering what had drawn this man to his side and how he could possibly reverse it. For all that he had been intrigued before, he hadn’t intended to actually engage the stranger in conversation. There was something extremely unsettling about him up close. Perhaps it was the costume, or the way he was standing; it was patient, watchful, almost… predatory.

Aziraphale shuddered, and the Plague Doctor’s head tilted the other way, making it clear he had noticed. 

“Va bene, Signore?” Are you well?

Aziraphale nodded quickly. “Oh yes… Sto bene!” I am well. There was a brief pause while he summoned up formal Italian and hurriedly added a thank you. “La ringrazio!”

The Plague Doctor nodded. “How did you come to be here?” The words came low and slow, and Aziraphale felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, his skin prickling with awareness.

He had always had a bit of a weakness for the Italian accent. 

“It was suggested to me by the concierge at my hotel,” he smiled, even though the man couldn’t see it. “He thought I might enjoy it, and he was right! I am enjoying it tremendously! The food alone...!" He made an appreciative noise. "How did you…? Are you local to the area?”

A slight tilt of the head as if the Plague Doctor were considering his question. It was surprising how demonstrative he was able to be without a single facial expression.

“Not exactly,” he said, and Aziraphale thought he could hear a smile in his voice, “Although for tonight... Certo. If you like.” 

The man swept into a much deeper, more theatrical bow than before. The black feather in his hat almost grazed Aziraphale’s chest. “This is my palazzo - my festa - and I am your host for the evening. You are…” he said, and straightened, holding out his hand. When Aziraphale hesitated, the man crooked his fingers impatiently and for some reason Aziraphale obeyed, quickly placing his white silk-gloved hand in the man’s leather-clad grip. 

“... You are extremely welcome here,” the man finished, bringing Aziraphale's knuckles to his mask.

It didn’t seem to matter that there were no lips there to brush against his hand; Aziraphale felt it as if the man had kissed his knuckles open-mouthed. A dart of something hot and unutterable shot through him, flared up and burnt out, thankfully vanishing before Aziraphale had time to recognise it and panic.

“Yes. Well. Thank you. La ringrazio,” he said, feeling flustered.

“No need for such formality, Signore,” the Plague Doctor said warmly, tugging his hand without warning to bring them shoulder to shoulder. He tucked Aziraphale’s arm into the crook of his elbow and patted his hand as if to reassure him that it was alright.

Aziraphale thought that it was probably not alright.

Surely it was not alright to walk arm in arm with a total stranger? Surely there was something morally grey about taking a turn with a mortal Italian dandy who apparently owned a palazzo and, by extension, the many sweet treats Aziraphale had been helping himself to throughout the evening?

If nothing else, surely he should feel some guilt or shame about enjoying the closeness of a stranger who reminded him so much of Crowley?

Continue reading...

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

a letter from crowley, post s2 (which I haven't watched)

Disclaimer from your beloved fandom mascot: I haven't watched season 2, or really even the kiss scene, just parts of it like flashes from edits, and I figured that Aziraphale gets an offer to go with Crowley to heaven and Crowley doesn't accept it. So I could be entirely wrong about the tone of what happened and how the season actually ends and their feelings regarding it. But that's never stopped me before and it won't now, so have this letter.

Angel

Aziraphale

Dear Aziraphale,

I'm throwing this into the rubbish bin as soon as I'm done writing it, just so you know. I have a feeling it's going to go just horribly sentimental, and I don't do sentimental, I'm a demon, for heaven's hell's oh for something's sake. I don't do nice.

I tried to, though, for you. I really did try this is a stupid exercise why am I writing this, I'm beginning to remind myself of a lady in what was it? 1790, or nearish, she was bloody besotted with a gentleman, wrote letters to him every night and never posted them. Could have told her he didn't fancy women, but that's not really my area, is it, I'm meant to cause chaos and. I'm rambling.

Look. Angel. Aziraphale. That kiss What we did What I did That kiss. That wasn't how I meant it to go. Not that I'd been imagining it before. Yes I'm bloody lying, what did you expect?

I was desperate. And I knew I'd lost you the second you started going on about talking about blabbering about you said you'd accepted their offer. It was a foolish attempt to make you stay. But I keep being a fool, don't I, I keep being a bloody fool and only when it comes to you, you insufferable and I don't know what to do anymore, alright?

I'm sure you had your reasons and I'm sure they were very noble and very, uh, very virtuous and sensible. Why else would you just throw away But if you didn't, if they've tricked you again, I hate myself for knowing that even after everything I'd storm heaven the second you asked.

That's all. Just thought I'd write that down. You idiot.

I really am throwing this away. But I'll sign it off anyway.

Yours, Crowley

Anthony J Crowley

[entitled-fangirl]

Is that a spot?

Crowley x reader

Summary: Crowley's plants have a spot, and he won't. stand. for. it.

Masterlist

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She paid no attention to the way Crowley muttered to himself under his breath.

In fact, she hardly noticed when he sauntered out of the room, too. She was too deep into her book.

She heard the quiet sound of the water spraying onto each houseplant in the next room.

"Is that a spot?" Crowley muttered at one of the plants.

Y/N sat straighter in her seat, daring to try to peak a sight at the demon.

"Is it?" His voice rose.

She stood from her seat to view the sight from the doorway. She paid attention to how the plants started to shake in freight.

"You know what I've told you all about leaf spots. I will not. Stand. For. Them." He growled.

He leaned down and picked up the poor tiny houseplant with the spot. "You know what you've done. You've disappointed me." 

Crowley sighed, "Oh dear, oh dear. Everyone!"

He swung the pot around for each plant to see, "Say goodbye to your dear friend. Just couldn't cut it!"

The woman chuckled as she leaned against the doorframe, "Crowley, have some mercy on them."

"Oh, love," He growled, "I don't do mercy."

And he walked off with the plant, "This is gonna hurt you so much more than it's gonna hurt me."

Then he turned back, "you guys… GROW. BETTER."

Then he went into the back room where there was nothing but the sound of a paper shredder.

Even the woman was surprised at his heartlessness.

He came back, his silhouette in the dark nearing.

Once he was back in the light, he held something up.

The empty pot plant.

She had never seen the plants tremble so terribly.

He pulled her close in his arms and turned to the plants, "I expect better from now on."

And he began to pull her to the other room, "C'mon, love. Don't want you to have to look at these disgraces."

For a demon, he was such a funny little thing.

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[weirdmorefics]

Hiya, could you do a Aziraphale x Demon!Reader x Crowley (if that's alright with you) where it's the end of season 2 and the reader is arguing with Aziraphale because he's leaving and Crowley is just standing behind them still trying to comprehend what's happening, but because the reader is a demon they have never cried not once in their life so they start breaking down (ugly crying) and it pisses of Crowley seeing reader cry like that, hope this request is alright can change it it you want to x

A/n- Oh my goodness love this request I am a sucker for angst

AO3, Etsy Shop, Youtube,

TW- Major sadness

Reader's Pronouns- They/Them

Word Count- 978

Nothing Lasts Forever

Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale

Y/n anxiously plays with their hands waiting for Aziraphale to return, "Do you think he's safe with Metatron?"

"I am sure he will be fine. As much as we love to save our dear angel and mock him mercilessly, he's been protecting himself for eons," Crowley replies confidently.

Despite Crowley's confident words his face does not appear to match. He places Y/n's hands in his own and does not speak a word about it.

After sitting in silence for a long time, just the two of them ruminating on their own thoughts, a bell rings. Y/n stands up speedily and Crowley is quick to follow. Y/n moves closer to Aziraphale to check if any harm has been done but he has the widest grin on his face so the pair doubt he is injured.

"What did he want," Y/n asks fearing the answer.

"With Micheal being gone... there is a space. He wants me to be an archangel," Aziraphale beams with shock and joy.

Y/n is frozen in shock and Crowley steps closer, "He said what?"

"He said I could appoint you both to be angels! Come back to heaven and-and everything!" He uncharacteristically stutters due to the pure amount of joy. "Like old times probably even nicer!"

Y/n clenches their fist and gulps loudly even though they don't technically need to as a celestial being it just seemed like the situation desperately called for it.

Crowley went straight to anger, "And you told him where he can stick it? Oh, we're better than that! You're better than that, Angel! You don't need them! Y/n and I certainly don't need them! They ask Y/n and I back to Hell! We said no! I am certainly not going back to their team! Neither should you!"

"You two obviously said not to Hell, they're the bad guys," Aziraphale states surely. "Heaven is the side of truth, light, of good," he lists confused as to what Crowley is not getting.

If I could throw up I think I would. If Hell loves punishment so much you think they would make vomiting a must because it looks really painful when humans do it. Again maybe they wouldn't do that because vomiting is a way of cleansing your stomach and they are very against that.

"When Heaven ends all life on earth all humanity will be just as dead as if Hell did it," Crowley states. "Tell me you said no," Crowley says each word as if it were the end of a sentence.

Aziraphale does not respond and I am finally able to push words out of my mouth, "You did say no Azirapahle... right?"

"If I am in charge I can make a difference," he looks into Y/n's eyes with pity.

Y/n eyes have an unfamiliar feeling, they feel wet and sting.

Crowley starts to pace, "Oh god, oh, I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say. I better say it now. Right okay. We are a team a group of us, we have known each other a long time, we all rely on each other. I would like us to- I mean if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it. Go off with each other, then we three can! Just the three of us! We don't need Heaven we don't need Hell. They are toxic! We need be away from them and just be us," he looks between the two of us.

The unfamiliar feeling in y/n's eyes spreads leaving a trail of wetness down their cheek. The wetness keeps spreading they can feel several different lines of water down my face.

Aziraphale runs up to Crowley, "Come with me to Heaven I'll run it the best and you will be my second in command! We can make a difference!"

Y/n bites her lip harshly, " What about the bookshop? What about humanity? The new food inventions you will miss out on? What about our life here!"

The two look at Y/n oddly and the new feeling in them makes them clench their eyes tight and gasp. Y/n wipes their hand across their face and looks down at the wetness in their hands. The wetness won't stop streaming down my face. This isn't right. I shouldn't be able to cry. I shouldn't feel this deeply. Nevertheless, I can't stop the water in my eyes and can't stop gasping for air that I don't even need.

Aziraphale looks at me in a way he never has before. It's the gaze humans give their offspring when they first realize the world is unfair and unjust.

"Oh Y/n, nothing lasts forever," Aziraphale says regretfully.

Y/n puts their palm to their chest and gasps, "Oh."

Crowley looks at Aziraphale with disgust, "That's how it is... good luck then."

Y/n looks up at Crowley vision blurry with newfound tears and Crowley looks back mournfully. Crowley throws his arm around Y/n's shoulder and starts to escort them out the door.

"Good luck?' Aziraphale gasps. "I don't think you know what I am offering the two of you!"

"I think the two of us know better than you do," Crowley snaps back.

Aziarphale tries to negotiate with Y/n, "Y/n, please you are supposed to be the reasonable one out of the two of you! You are no demon you are crying!"

Crowley's jaw tightens and Y/n clenches their fists harder than they have in their entire long life.

Y/n can barely gasp out, "You hear that?"

Aziraphale shakes his head rapidly, "I hear nothing!"

"Exactly, no nightingales," Y/n gasps again.

"You idiot! We could have been something! Just the three us," Crowley shouts as he leads Y/n out the door leaving a stunned and a little bit broken Aziraphale.

[winchesterszvonecek]

You’re All I Want - [ Crowley ]

Prompt: “You came?” “You called.”

Word Count: 1201

Warnings: female!reader, human blood!crowley, angst (if you squint), fluff

Masterlist | Crowley Masterlist

For the entire elevator ride your stomach was in knots. You didn’t know what to expect. You didn’t know what was going to go down when you crossed the threshold into that room and if you were being honest, you didn’t know whether you even could step into it.

You never thought you’d hear from Crowley again, not after what you told him. How you shot him down. How you hurt him. The look on his face that day in the dungeon was one you’d never forget but how could you keep your promise when he was still a demon?

How could he think you’d still agree to be with him when the chances of him becoming human had dropped from one hundred percent to zero in a matter of seconds?

Of course you were happy Sam wouldn’t die from completing the trials but it had gone and messed everything up for you and your future, which is exactly why you weren’t sure you could face opening that hotel room door once you’d approached it.

But Crowley seemed… out of it, to put it lightly, when he called you and no matter what he may be, or may still be rather, you loved him and therefore you simply couldn’t bring yourself to walk away.

Sucking in a deep breath, you slid the card you’d swiped from the maids cart on your way up into the slot, the door beeping within seconds and when that lock flicked open, you almost jumped out of your skin. Your hand grabbed the handle before your mind could tell it to and when you pushed open that door, it took every ounce of strength you had in you to step inside.

And when you did, your heart almost dropped at what greeted you.

Bodies lay scattered about the place, their skin grey and pallid, as though they’d been drained of their blood which was only confirmed when you spotted the syringe full of it on the table. One body was different from the others, it was a woman, clad in a black dress and knee high boots, with an angel blade sticking out of her stomach.

But your eyes didn’t linger long on the mess around you before you spotted him. Crowley. Sitting slumped against the wall in nothing but a pair of silk, black pyjamas and looking like he’d been through the ringer. He was pale, sweaty, with dark circles underneath his eyes and if you didn’t know better you’d have thought he was a junkie.

“What happened to you?” You whispered to yourself, the door clicking softly shut behind you as Crowley’s head slowly lifted, having heard your voice no matter how low it had been.

“You came?” Crowley all but choked out, surprised to see you as he was unsure whether or not you’d gotten the mess that was the voicemail he’d left you.

“You called.” You replied, smiling warmly as you moved slowly across the room and kneeled down in front of him. Your hand landed on the side of his face, your thumb wiping away a speck of blood that sat upon his scruffy stubble. “I told you that day, Crowley… I’ll always be here for you.”

“But you just can’t love me.” Crowley finished, repeating what you’d said to him that day you broke his fragile heart.

“I do love you.” You said softly, your own heart breaking as you couldn’t stand seeing him like this. “But I can’t be with you.”

“Right, because I'm a demon.” Crowley scoffed out, raising his own hand to pull yours off his face, throwing it back at you as he clumsily got to his feet. He walked away from you, keeping his back to the room you occupied as he stared out of the window. “I never should have called you.”

“But you did.” You replied, taking one step in his direction. “And I’m here… So let me help you.”

“Help me?” Crowley huffed out, an emotionless chuckle leaving his slightly cracked lips. “Why on earth would I want your help?”

“Because you asked for it.” You exhaled, closing the gap between the two of you and clasping his shoulder, turning him to face you, which was surprisingly easy but Crowley wasn’t exactly in a place to stop you. “And because I know you want it.”

You softened your voice as you cupped his face again, gently brushing your thumb over the dips beneath his eyes. His glistening, saddened eyes that broke your heart to even look into as you knew you were the cause of the pain that was behind them.

“I know I hurt you.” You began, Crowley scoffing lightly as hurt was an understatement. He dropped his gaze from you, only for you to lift it back up to eye level almost immediately. “And I’m sorry.”

“You’re all I want.” Crowley whispered, feeling pathetic and embarrassed. But frankly he didn’t overly care how he was coming across as it wasn’t anything but the truth.

Even before the trials he’d always wanted you, deep down from the moment he met you and all it took for him to realise that, to confess that to you was one syringe full of human blood. And by the fourth he was certain.

He loved you.

He’d been ready to turn human if it meant being with you, or rather, if it meant you wanted to be with him. But as always, the Winchesters went and fucked everything up, meaning not only was he now a blood junkie who’d abandoned his throne, but he was without you too and he didn’t know just how long he could keep things up.

“I know.” You nodded, your voice cracking as your free hand took his, easily lifting it between you to place a soft, loving kiss against his knuckles. “I can see now that you’re different. That whatever happened to you in that church changed you and if you’ll give me the chance, I’d like to make good on that promise I made you.”

“But I’m not human.” Crowley pointed out, his brows dipping a little and he’d never felt his heart beat so fast. Hell, he hadn’t even thought it was possible for it to do so.

“I don’t care.” You said through a quiet sob, shaking your head as though you were trying to rid yourself of the emotions clouding your insides. “I love you and I want to be with you whether you’re a demon or not.”

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wished to hear those words.” Crowley breathed out, pulling his hand from yours to place it on the side of your neck, his other joining it swiftly and before you knew it his lips were on yours.

And you wouldn’t be lying, it felt strangely wrong to be kissing a demon, the King of Hell at that, but you didn’t care. It felt more right to you than anything ever did and if being with Crowley damned your soul to hell then so be it. He ruled the place after all, which meant no matter what the future held for you, you’d get to spend eternity with him one way or another.

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[lunajay33]

I’ll Be There🤎

Summary: After Castiel gets tortured by other angels he shows up at your door, you were always his favorite and someone he could trust so you help clean him up

Pairing: Castiel x f!reader

•Masterlist•

I was sitting at this dinky motel table doing some research on a case with my brothers, Sam and Dean, when there was a knock at the door followed by a groan

I got up placing my hand on my holstered gun and opened the door, there stood Castiel blood running down his nose and his shirt covered in blood either it be his or some other being

“Castiel what happened” I gasp wrapping my arm around his waist leading him carefully inside, I know he’s an angel but he’s still obviously hurting

“Some angels got me, wanted to know information on where the tablet might be, barely got away” he said slumping down the bed Dean was sitting on

“How’d you get away?” Dean asked

“One of them wasn’t as loyal to the cause and gave me a window to escape”

“Come on let me get you cleaned up hun” I smile reassuringly, I lend out my hand which he is quick to take as I lead him to the motel bathroom

“Sorry we couldn’t help, I hate seeing you like this” I say as I wet a cloth then gently dabbing at the dried blood in his nose

“I wouldn’t want you in harms way” after I washed the blood off his wound already seemed to have healed but his shirt was still bloody

“Please be more careful Cas I don’t know what I’d do without you” he stood towering over me

“I’d never leave you and if I did you’d still have Sam and Dean”

“Cas they’re my brothers that’s not how I see you”

“Do we not have a bond?” He asked confused in that endearing way

“Of course we do I just feel different about you” I say as a blush heats my face as I look up at his intense stare

“And how is it you feel?”

“I like you”

“Well I like you as well, all of you are my friends”

“No Castiel…….i really really like you”

“And I really really like you” he smiled, god this was frustrating

I took his hand and lead him back out to Sam and Dean

“We have a bit of an issue, I’m trying to tell Cas here how………..how I have feelings for him but he’s not really grasping it” admitting my feelings about Castiel to my brother is extremely embarrassing but all they do is smile

“Cas you can do that mind reading thing just read her mind and maybe you will understand what she’s talking about” Sam said trying to hide his mischievous smirk

Cas stood infront of me with a determined look as he placed his hands on my shoulders

“Do you consent to this?”

“Ummm sure” my eyes shone bright as my memories and feelings of him flickered through my head, the feeling of my beating heart speeding up when he’d glance at me and smile, or when he’d do anything cute my belly would fill with butterflies, when we first went and got ice cream together and his reaction at the first taste made me feel like joy was all that came when being around him

The light dimmed and we were back in reality, he looked at me with awe as if what I feel for him is crazy

“Your heart beats for me?” He asked tenderly as he covered my heart with his hand

“Always Cas”

[ribbonsncherries]

Series Idea

Hey guys, sooo tiktok is back! But I'm trying to brain-rot myself even more so I've been thinking about how Jensen was almost cast as Cristian Grey. So would ya'll read a Fifty Shades series ft, Dean? lemme know so I can start lol.

[wittyandobsessed]

𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐲

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Crowley x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | smut, explicit sex, fingering, semi-public sex.

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘺.

It was late, and night had fallen over the city. The streets were dimly lit, with only the occasional flicker of a neon sign or the distant hum of late-night traffic breaking the stillness. You were in Crowley's Bentley, and for the first time since you'd known him, there was no music. No Freddie Mercury blaring his lyrics at full volume in the cabin, no classic rock vibrating through the leather seats. The silence was thick, pressing in on you, making you uneasy.

Crowley was at the wheel, his expression hidden behind his signature dark sunglasses, even though it was the middle of the night. The streetlights cast eerie reflections on the lenses, making him look even more inscrutable. He was silent, his usual sardonic grin nowhere to be seen. The only sounds were the low purr of the Bentley's engine and the occasional creak of the car's suspension as it rolled over cobblestone streets.

You glanced at Crowley, trying to gauge his mood. His jaw was clenched, and you could see the tension in his posture. His fingers were wrapped so tightly around the steering wheel that his knuckles were white. Every so often, his grip would tighten even more, as if he was trying to strangle the wheel. His anger was palpable, radiating off him in waves.

You were nervous, your hands fidgeting in your lap, heart racing in the quiet confines of the Bentley. The atmosphere was heavy with tension, and the darkness outside seemed to mirror the turmoil within you. Ashamed because you knew you had acted without considering the consequences for Crowley. The familiar leather seats felt suddenly uncomfortable, the silence between you suffocating.

But alongside the nerves and shame, there was a simmering anger. It welled up within you as you reflected on the injustice of Crowley's reaction. You had intervened with the best intentions, trying to protect Aziraphale and him from the wrath of their fellow angels. You had hoped to negotiate a truce, to secure their safety, but instead, your efforts had backfired spectacularly.

Crowley's jaw was set, his knuckles white against the dark leather of the steering wheel.

As you glanced at him, a mix of emotions washed over you. The frustration at being misunderstood, the regret at causing him distress, and the underlying fear of what might come next. You shifted uncomfortably, wanting to break the silence, to explain yourself, but the weight of his disapproval held you back.

 You had made the decision to meet the angels alone, without informing anyone, and it nearly cost you your life in their relentless attack. Fortunately, Crowley had sensed your intentions and stealthily followed you, intervening just in time to save you from peril. His initial relief at finding you alive quickly gave way to a torrent of anger and frustration as he berated you for your impulsive and dangerous actions.

In response to his tirade, you had fiercely defended yourself, raising your own voice to match his, attempting to explain the reasons behind your actions.  "Planning on sulking forever?" you finally broke the silence, injecting a note of playful sarcasm into your voice, hoping to ease the palpable tension that had settled between you. Crowley's response was immediate and visceral. His fingers clenched around the leather-wrapped steering wheel, and he made a sudden, sharp turn. The Bentley's tires protested against the asphalt with a high-pitched screech, throwing you off balance as the car maneuvered abruptly. Your breath caught in your throat, startled by the sudden movement, and you instinctively braced yourself against the door as the momentum pressed you against it.

With a decisive halt, Crowley brought the car to a stop in a secluded alley, a dead end where the surrounding buildings loomed overhead, casting long shadows in the dimly lit space. The engine ticked as it cooled, filling the tense silence between you.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of fear at Crowley's unexpected reaction. His usual composed demeanor had shattered, replaced by an unsettling intensity that you had never witnessed before. It was disconcerting and unfamiliar, leaving you on edge and uncertain of what would come next.

Avoiding your gaze, Crowley sat rigidly in his seat, his jaw clenched and his sunglasses shielding his eyes from view. The air inside the car felt charged with unspoken emotions—anger, frustration, and perhaps even a trace of hurt. Your attempt at lightheartedness had clearly struck a nerve, and now you were left grappling with the consequences of your words.

As seconds ticked by like hours in the confined space, Crowley finally broke the heavy silence. His voice was low and edged with a mix of accusation and disbelief, refusing to meet your eyes. "Is this all just a game to you?"

The weight of his question hung in the air, each word laden with layers of meaning. It wasn't just a simple inquiry; it was a challenge, a demand for explanation and introspection. In that moment, you realized the depth of his turmoil and the impact of your actions on him. The alleyway seemed to constrict around you, amplifying the tension that enveloped both of you in its grip.

"Crowley..." you breathed softly, the name catching in your throat as you struggled to find words amidst the tension that hung heavy in the air. "I just wanted to help."

His response came with a deep sigh, a palpable weariness in his demeanor as he ran a hand through his fiery, tousled hair, strands catching the dim light filtering through the car windows.

"You can't just go up against celestial beings... Do you realize if I hadn't been there, you would have been dead?" His voice was edged with a mix of frustration and concern, his words a stark reminder of the peril you had unwittingly faced.

Despite understanding the gravity of his words, you couldn't suppress your own stubbornness. "And what was I supposed to do? Stand idly by? Those angels were closing in on you and Aziraphale. I couldn't just let them take you," you countered, your voice wavering with a blend of defiance and underlying fear.

"I told you I would figure something out!" Crowley protested, his tone tinged with exasperation.

"Yes, I know," you retorted, your gaze meeting his through the veil of tension. "But Crowley, you've saved my life countless times, prevented the apocalypse even. I wanted to do something for you." Your words hung in the air, laden with unspoken gratitude and a fierce determination to reciprocate the loyalty and protection he had consistently shown you.

At your heartfelt confession, a heavy silence settled inside the Bentley's cabin, thickening the air between you. Crowley's usually sharp wit and confident demeanor faltered momentarily as he struggled to articulate his thoughts. He opened his mouth several times, but each attempt to speak seemed to evaporate into the tense atmosphere.

"I- It's just that..." His voice trailed off, frustration evident in the furrow of his brow and the tightness around his mouth. Finally, he turned towards you, his expression a mixture of turmoil and vulnerability. "I don't want to lose you," he admitted, his voice low and laced with uncharacteristic uncertainty.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the weight of his confession hitting you with unexpected force. You had harbored feelings for Crowley for so long, but you never dared to hope they might be reciprocated. His admission left you momentarily speechless, eyes locked with his as you struggled to comprehend the depth of his emotions.

Crowley sighed again, a sound heavy with unresolved emotions. He seemed on the verge of saying more, his features caught between resignation and determination, yet words continued to elude him.

"It was foolish of you to act that way. I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you. You've been a constant presence in my life for so long, and I..." His voice trailed off once more, his gaze intense and searching.

Unable to find the words he needed, Crowley chose a different approach—a gesture that spoke volumes where words fell short. Without warning, he reached out, his hand firm yet gentle as it cupped your face, his touch warm against your skin. In a sudden surge of raw emotion, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss.

The kiss was intense, almost desperate, conveying years of unspoken longing and the weight of shared experiences. His lips moved against yours with a fierce urgency, as if trying to convey everything he couldn't say aloud. 

When Crowley reluctantly withdrew, you were left breathless, your senses reeling from the intensity of the kiss. His hands lingered on your cheeks, hesitant, unsure of your reaction. As he saw you staring at him, still in shock, a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face. He began to pull away, his fingers sliding from your skin as he turned back to the steering wheel, preparing to resume driving.

In that moment, something ignited within you—a surge of realization and longing that propelled you forward. Breaking free from your stunned silence, you acted on instinct. With a sudden burst of determination, you reached out and grabbed his collar, yanking him back towards you with a force that surprised him.

His initial surprise was evident in the sound he made, a mixture of astonishment and fleeting resistance, quickly overcome by the undeniable pull between you. As you drew him close, his lips met yours once more, and this time, there was no hesitation. Crowley yielded to the kiss, his own emotions spilling over in a mix of desire and relief.

The kiss intensified, each moment deepening the connection between you and Crowley. You continued to pull him closer, your fingers tightening instinctively on his collar, anchoring him to you. He shifted slightly, one hand finding purchase on the window to maintain balance in the awkward yet thrilling position, half-leaning over you.

As Crowley deepened the kiss, his tongue gently seeking entrance to your mouth, a soft sigh escaped your lips, a mixture of surprise and pleasure. The warmth of his touch, the taste of him mingling with the rush of emotions, sent a shiver down your spine. In response to his pull, you shifted, almost instinctively, causing the dynamics to shift subtly.

With a swift movement, Crowley reversed the position, pulling you towards him. Suddenly, you found yourself nearly straddling his lap, your breath mingling in the small space between you. His other hand moved to rest against the small of your back, drawing you even closer as the intensity of the moment enveloped you both.

Amidst the dizzying rush of emotions and sensations, the atmosphere inside the Bentley crackled with an unexpected energy. It was a dance of desire and longing, played out in the confined space of the car's interior.

Unexpectedly, the quiet ambiance was interrupted by the Bentley's radio springing to life. Instead of the usual Freddie Mercury anthem, the sultry tones of "Feel Like Makin' Love" by Bad Company filled the air. The lyrics seemed to echo the palpable heat between you, but neither of you noticed the change.

Lost in each other, oblivious to the world outside, you and Crowley were consumed by the passion and urgency of the moment.

Gasping for breath, you gently withdrew from Crowley's lips, needing a moment to collect yourself. A rush of exhilaration and joy surged through you, making your heart race and your cheeks flush with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. Resting your forehead against his, you let your fingers weave through the strands of his hair, marveling at the softness and warmth of his touch amidst the charged atmosphere of the Bentley's interior.

Under the intoxicating spell of adrenaline and happiness, a spontaneous giggle escaped your lips, surprising even yourself. Crowley, slightly taken aback but intrigued by your reaction, raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

"You have no idea how long I've dreamed about this moment," you confessed softly, your voice barely a whisper against his mouth. The admission hung in the air, heavy with years of unspoken longing and desire.

Crowley's expression softened, a flicker of emotion crossing his features. Love. It was an overwhelming, fiery love that surged through him, stirring depths he had kept carefully guarded for so long.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of regret and curiosity. He couldn't help but wonder how different things might have been if he had known your feelings sooner.

Your laughter bubbled up again, a nervous yet genuine sound that filled the space between you. "Crowley... You're a demon, a supernatural being. You're extraordinary, and I'm just a human. I never imagined you could be interested in someone like me," you admitted, your words tinged with a hint of self-doubt.

His heart ached at your words, realizing the impact of his otherworldly nature on your perception of him. Leaning in, he pressed a tender, chaste kiss against your lips, his touch gentle yet firm as he cupped your cheeks in his hands, brushing aside stray strands of hair with a tender gesture.

"You are extraordinary, never doubt that," he whispered softly, his gaze locked with yours, a silent promise of understanding and acceptance.

Feeling deeply cherished by this remarkable being, you seized his lips once more, this time with an intensity fueled by raw passion. Crowley responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around you as you found yourself straddling him in the driver's seat of the Bentley. 

Your hands explored Crowley's slender, toned torso, tracing the contours of his body with a mixture of fascination and desire. The warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips, the subtle flex of his muscles under your touch, sent shivers of anticipation down your spine. His hands settled firmly on your hips, drawing you closer to him with a possessive yet tender grip.

A soft, breathless moan escaped your lips as your hips moved against his, a rhythmic dance of desire that seemed to flow effortlessly between you. The proximity of your bodies ignited a magnetic pull, drawing you closer with every heartbeat. Unbeknownst to you, the intensity of your connection was mirrored in Crowley's responses—the gentle pressure of his hands on your hips, the fervent warmth of his kisses.

In the midst of this passionate exchange, a subtle shift in Crowley's demeanor hinted at his own escalating desire. His breath mingled with yours, each exhale a testament to the shared urgency and longing. The confined space of the car's interior seemed to amplify the intimacy between you, cocooning you in a bubble of shared emotion and unspoken promises.

As the heat between you intensified, you could feel the undeniable evidence of Crowley's arousal pressing against you, a tangible declaration of his desire. 

You slid your hands under his t-shirt, relishing the sensation of his warm, smooth skin against your fingertips. Crowley responded with a slight shiver, a soft, involuntary moan escaping his lips as your touch sent a thrill through him.

As your hips continued to move against his, the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressed eagerly against you, a palpable reminder of the mutual desire fueling the moment. His hands gripped you firmly, his fingers digging into your waist with a possessive yet tender touch, guiding you effortlessly to the back seats of the car.

With a low, guttural sound of desire, Crowley swiftly repositioned you, laying you down on the plush rear seats. His movements were decisive yet filled with a primal urgency, a testament to the depth of his longing. Stretching out over you, he didn't break the intimate connection of your lips, the kiss deepening with each passing second.

The shift in position sent a surge of excitement through you, amplifying the already heightened sensations coursing through your body. The confined space of the car's interior seemed to cocoon you both in a world of shared intimacy and unspoken yearning.

"You're exquisite," Crowley murmured against your lips, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. His hands, now exploring under your t-shirt, traced delicate patterns across your skin, igniting sparks of pleasure with every caress. You couldn't help but moan softly in response, your body arching instinctively towards his touch, craving more of his intoxicating presence.

He massaged your breasts with a touch that sent shivers of pleasure through your body, your breath hitching as soft moans escaped your lips. Sensing your response, Crowley lifted you effortlessly, his strength and grace evident as he helped you remove your top and unhook your bra, revealing your skin to his hungry gaze.

In a tender yet urgent exchange, you reciprocated by swiftly removing Crowley's jacket and then pulling his t-shirt over his head. As his shirtless form emerged, illuminated by the subtle glow of the Bentley's interior lights, you couldn't help but admire the sculpted contours of his chest, the smooth lines of muscle hinting at both power and grace.

Eager to explore further, Crowley's hands moved to unzip your pants, but before he could proceed, you gently halted his movements. Crowley froze, a flicker of concern crossing his features, worried he had overstepped. However, when he met your gaze, he found not discomfort but a small, knowing smile playing on your lips.

With a tender touch, you reached up to caress his face, your fingertips tracing the contours of his cheekbones and jawline with a delicate reverence. Then, your attention turned to the arms of his sunglasses, which shielded his eyes from view. Slowly and deliberately, you removed them, revealing Crowley's eyes—eyes that he often hid from the world, knowing their unsettling yellow hue could unsettle even the bravest souls.

Crowley held his breath, his heart pounding with vulnerability as you gazed into his eyes with unabashed love and desire. In that moment, he felt exposed yet strangely liberated, as if the barriers he had erected to protect himself were crumbling under the warmth of your acceptance.

"I want to see you," you whispered softly, placing his sunglasses gently aside. "I want to see all of you because you're beautiful."

Those words washed over Crowley like a soothing balm, dispelling his lingering doubts and insecurities. His heart swelled with a mix of gratitude and overwhelming emotion, realizing he had never before been embraced so fully for who he was.

Filled with an overwhelming wave of love, Crowley leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that spoke volumes—of gratitude, of longing, of a newfound intimacy that transcended physicality.

He slipped his hand into your pants with a slow, deliberate movement, his fingers tracing a tantalizing path over the fabric of your panties before slipping beneath them. His touch was gentle yet firm, his fingertips sending ripples of sensation through your skin as he explored your most intimate areas. Each stroke was calculated to draw out your pleasure, his movements skillfully navigating the contours of your body with an expertise born of desire and familiarity.

You arched into his touch, your breath catching in your throat as he applied just the right amount of pressure to elicit a soft moan from you. 

"Crowley," you murmured, your voice breathless.

His lips found your neck, alternating between feather-light kisses and teasing nibbles that sent shivers of delight down your spine. His warm breath against your skin heightened your senses, each sensation magnified by the intimacy of the moment. Meanwhile, his fingers continued their exploration, skillfully tracing circles around your clitoris, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

"You're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice reverent.

Crowley's attentions were meticulous, his movements calculated to build your arousal gradually. He shifted his focus to your nipples, his lips and tongue working in tandem to provoke soft gasps and sighs of pleasure from you. The contrast between the tender caresses and the assertive nibbles left you trembling with desire, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. Crowley reveled in the power he held over you, his confidence evident in the way he navigated your responses. 

"You drive me wild," he confessed in a husky whisper, his voice thick with desire.

Yet, underlying his commanding presence was a tenderness that spoke of his deep affection for you, a desire to please and satisfy you beyond measure.

As you moaned and squirmed beneath his touch, Crowley's admiration for you grew, his own arousal mirroring yours in intensity.

After thoroughly teasing you, Crowley withdrew his fingers slowly, savoring the way your body trembled with anticipation. Your breath hitched as he leaned in, capturing your moan with a passionate kiss that left you yearning for more.

As he rose, his eyes drank in the sight of you, bathed in the soft neon glow of the alleyway. The lights played over your skin, tracing the contours of your body and casting shadows that danced with each subtle movement. Beads of sweat shimmered on your skin, adding to the allure of your naked form standing before him—a provocative display of desire and temptation.

You met his gaze boldly, a playful smirk dancing on your lips as you sensed his hunger and arousal. "What are you waiting for?" you teased, your voice laced with desire and mischief, knowing the effect you had on him.

He growled in response, a primal sound that reverberated through the air. With swift, purposeful movements, he shed his own clothing, revealing his sculpted physique bathed in the same ethereal glow.

Your gaze traveled over him, lingering on the impressive form of his arousal, and a nervous excitement fluttered in your chest. Crowley's expression softened momentarily, a flicker of admiration and adoration crossing his features before desire once again hardened his gaze.

He leaned over you, his tall frame casting a shadow that seemed to envelop you both in the dimly lit interior of the Bentley. His touch was deliberate and firm as he positioned himself above you, his gaze locked with yours in a silent promise of intimacy. With a slow, purposeful movement, he guided himself inside you, the sensation of his hardness stretching you sending a thrill through your body.

Your breath caught in your throat as he filled you completely in one smooth, deep thrust. A soft, involuntary moan escaped your lips, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment to savor the overwhelming sensation of him inside you.

He started with slow, deliberate strokes, allowing you to acclimate to the sensation of him moving within you. The friction between your bodies sparked a fire that burned hotter with each gentle thrust, drawing out gasps and sighs of pleasure from both of you. His hands found purchase on your hips, his touch both possessive and reverent as he guided your movements in sync with his own.

The warmth of his skin against yours, the musky scent of his cologne mingling with the leather upholstery of the car, added to the sensory overload of the moment. Each subtle shift of his weight, each press of his body against yours, deepened the intensity of your shared experience.

As he gradually increased the pace, his thrusts grew more urgent, each one pushing deeper into you. Your senses were heightened, attuned to the sensation of his skin against yours, the rhythm of your breaths syncing in a primal dance of desire. His groans of pleasure mixed with your own, the sound echoing softly in the confined space of the car, amplifying the intimacy of your connection.

In the midst of this intimate exchange, you felt a surge of emotion — desire, love, and a profound sense of belonging. His eyes, usually hidden behind dark glasses, now bore into yours with a vulnerability that mirrored your own. His fingers traced patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine and igniting sparks of pleasure that coursed through every nerve ending. Under the weight of desire, Crowley's movements grew more intense and purposeful. Each forceful thrust deepened the connection between you, his hips meeting yours with a determined strength that sent waves of pleasure through your body. The car swayed gently in response to your passionate union, the subtle creaks of the suspension adding a rhythmic cadence to the unfolding symphony of your shared desire.

Within the intimate confines of the Bentley, every sound seemed heightened—the soft moans escaping your lips, the hurried gasps mingling with the faint rustle of leather against skin. The air carried a heady mix of arousal, blending with the lingering scent of his cologne and the comforting aroma of the leather upholstery.

Driven by his longing to possess you, Crowley lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, altering the angle of his penetration. The shift intensified the sensations, his firm length sliding into you swiftly, finding that tender spot that made you cry out in a mixture of surprise and unbridled pleasure.

"Oh yes! Right there! More!" you exclaimed, your voice a blend of urgency and ecstasy. Your fingers dug into his back, your nails lightly grazing his skin as you surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure washing over you.

Using the window for support, Crowley steadied himself, his grip firm as he prepared to deepen his thrusts. Each movement was deliberate, commanding, aimed at drawing out the deepest moans and gasps from your lips. 

"Oh fffffuck," Crowley sighed deeply, his body trembling with the intensity of pleasure that surged through him. Each movement seemed to amplify the sensations, sending electric pulses of ecstasy from his core to every nerve ending. He whispered your name repeatedly, each utterance laden with reverence and a desperate craving.

As he quickened his pace, the sound of your bodies colliding filled the car with a rhythmic cadence, punctuated by the sharp intake of breath and the soft moans that escaped your lips. The sensation was overwhelming, yet exhilarating—a symphony of desire that reverberated through the confined space.

Your eyes fluttered closed momentarily, the sensations overwhelming your senses. Every touch, every thrust from Crowley seemed to draw you deeper into a state of heightened arousal. His grip around you tightened, pulling you closer, his touch igniting a primal need within you.

"Oh princess, you make me lose my mind," he growled softly, his voice husky with desire. With a commanding yet gentle maneuver, he guided you onto your stomach, your hands finding purchase against the door for support. His dominant position behind you, one arm secure around your waist just below your breasts and the other possessively around your throat, added an intoxicating layer of eroticism to the moment.

"Fuck, Crowley, it's so good," you gasped, the words escaping in a breathless rush as pleasure surged through you.

"Ah, ah! Fuck," he groaned in response, his movements becoming more urgent, driving deeper with each thrust. The rhythm of your bodies synchronized perfectly, the friction building an irresistible tension that pushed you both closer to the edge of release.

You could feel yourself on the brink of orgasm, every nerve ending electrified with anticipation. The pleasure surged through you like a rising tide, threatening to overwhelm your senses. Your moans became a steady stream, each breath punctuated with desperate pleas. "Crowley, ah, Crowl- Oh fuck!"

As your vaginal muscles tightened around his penis, Crowley's vision blurred momentarily with the intensity of sensation. He lost his steady rhythm, his hips stuttering in response to your involuntary contractions. With a primal cry, he thrust deeply one last time, his body shaking as he reached the peak of ecstasy alongside you.

Outside, the neon lights seemed to pulse brighter, casting erratic shadows as if mimicking the erratic surge of power from Crowley's uncontrollable climax. They shimmered intensely before bursting into a dazzling cascade of sparks, reflecting the explosive intensity of your shared release.

In the sudden darkness that followed, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the echo of your ragged breaths and the sensation of your bodies pressed together in the confined space. Crowley remained deeply embedded within you, feeling the aftershocks of your trembling, pulsating walls. His own body tingled with the aftermath of pleasure, his senses heightened and attuned to every sensation coursing through him.

You both struggled to regain your breath, basking in the euphoria of the post-orgasmic haze. Crowley's hands gently cradled your hips, his touch tender and reassuring amidst the overwhelming intimacy of the moment. The air was thick with the heady scent of arousal and the lingering scent of leather, a testament to the passionate encounter that had unfolded within the sanctuary of the Bentley.

In the hushed aftermath of their intense union, Crowley and you lay entangled in each other's arms, hearts still racing, and breaths gradually slowing. 

"Are you alright?" he murmured, his voice soft and filled with genuine concern, breaking the silence that enveloped you both.

You nodded, a serene smile playing on your lips as you gazed back at him. "More than alright," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "That was... incredible."

A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of Crowley's lips, his fingers lightly brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "You always surprise me," he confessed quietly, his gaze lingering on you with a mixture of admiration and affection.

The air between them felt charged with unspoken words and unexplored emotions, the intimacy of their connection deepening in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. In the dim light filtering through the car windows, Crowley leaned in to press a tender kiss against your forehead, his touch conveying a silent promise of protection and devotion.

Still wrapped in the warmth of your post-orgasmic glow, Crowley shifted his position and enveloped you in his arms. His embrace felt protective, as if he could shield you from all the world's troubles with just his presence. Nestling against him, you savored the comforting strength he exuded.

"We should probably head back to the bookstore. Aziraphale must be worried," he murmured, his voice soft against your ear, breaking the intimate silence that enveloped you both.

You chuckled softly, imagining Aziraphale's concern while you and Crowley had been indulging in what felt like the best moment of your lives. "Yes, you're probably right," you replied, a playful glint in your eyes.

As you dressed, the quiet of the car wrapped around you, punctuated only by the rustle of fabric and the faint hum of the engine. Crowley's demeanor shifted subtly; a nervous tension seemed to settle over him, evident in the way he adjusted himself behind the wheel. When he reached for his sunglasses and obscured his eyes once more, a pang of concern tugged at you. Was there something you had said or done that had made him uneasy, prompting him to retreat behind his protective barrier?

You placed a gentle, reassuring hand on his, your expression filled with concern. "Are you okay?" you asked softly, noting the slight hesitation in his demeanor.

He swallowed, his voice betraying vulnerability. "What we just shared, it was real, wasn't it?" There was a tremor in his words. "It wasn't just a one-time thing?"

Understanding his uncertainty, you smiled warmly, wanting to ease his worries. "Of course not," you reassured him earnestly, your touch gentle on his hand. "As long as you want me, I'm here for you completely. I'm not going anywhere, and I hope we can do this again, many times."

Crowley visibly relaxed at your words, the tension leaving his shoulders. He resumed his usual confident demeanor, a small, secretive smile playing on his lips. "Perfect," he replied, his voice returning to its usual smoothness.

You reached out, your fingers deftly removing his sunglasses, revealing his eyes that he often hid from the world. "So, you don't need these anymore," you said softly, your gaze unwavering as you looked into his eyes. "Don't hide from me. You're beautiful, and I want to see all of you."

Touched by your sincerity and understanding, Crowley started the Bentley, setting course for the bookstore where Aziraphale was likely waiting, his expression softer and more at ease than before.