Thanks@cutiepiebean for requesting this! I hope you have a happy birthday/new years
Pairing: Crowley x reader
Pronouns: None
Summary: Crowley has been missing lately, and today being your birthday and New Years, you’re rightfully upset. Turn out he’s just been planning a celebration for you.
Warnings: Angst and anxiety in the beginning, mostly fluff, mentions of food
The house felt empty. It was too quiet. Crowley hadn’t been home very much in the past week or so. He’s a busy demon, frequently out and about making deals and running the underworld, but I had barely seen him at all lately. I had begun to wonder if he had lost interest in me. Maybe he had found another person that he liked more. Maybe that’s not true at all. Either way he had given no explanation of why he hadn’t been there. Especially today.
Today is New Years, which should be of less interest to Crowley because on top of that, today is my birthday. I had been waiting for him to walk through the door all morning. I had waited, mostly impatiently, for him to walk through that door, gifts in had and an apology at the ready. But it was already afternoon, and he had yet to appear. I hated this feeling. I attempted to lounge around and relax, but all I could feel was jealousy, and bitterness, and spite.
He let me dwell in those feeling before finally appearing in front of me a little before ten o'clock that night. His usually charming smirk made my skin itch, the emotions rising to the surface. He opened his mouth, likely in an attempt to slyly and sweetly greet me. I beat him to it.
“You’ve been gone all week. You gave me no information, no heads up, no nothing as to why you weren’t here.” My breathing was purposefully slow, voice carefully articulated. “My birthday is today. New Years is today. Yet you’ve been missing anyway. I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but you better be sorry.”
Crowley’s eyes widened quickly before he tilted his head downward. He kneeled on the ground in front of my chair, hand coming to softly grasp my chin.
“I know. I haven’t been particularly good about keeping you updated on where I’ve been, but I didn’t know what I could tell you. I am so sorry, truly,” Crowley smiled gently, eyes full of tender love. “I’ve been planning something for your birthday, for New Years. I didn’t intend to leave you by yourself so much, but this took a lot of planning. I love you, darling. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I love him too, but I was still emotional and upset at him. My face was blank, if not mildly unamused. At least I had an explanation now. His gentle smile turned into a gentle frown before lighting up again. He had an idea, apparently. His hands moved from my face down to my sides. He smirked before he began to rapidly move them, tickling me.
“Come on love, give me a smile, won’t you?” He laughed at my poor attempt to sit still.
“Ok! Ok! Stop!”
His hands ceased.
“I love you, but you also hurt me. A simple apology isn’t going to make everything better.”
“Of course not. I want to show you what I’ve been working on.” He stood and extended his hand towards me, an invitation for me to grab hold. “I spruced up that extra apartment I own, just for you.”
The demon took me to his apartment, and when he had said “spruced up,” he should have said “completely decked out.” There were string lights lining the ceilings, food covering the kitchen counters, soft pillows and blankets covering the bed, and several gifts set out on the table. Any resentment still left in me settled and melted away. Crowley wasn’t known to be the sentimental, caring type. He was typically cruel and sharp to most people. Yet for me, he would do anything. He tried his best to treat me well, and even though it didn’t always work, I love him for trying.
“Happy birthday, darling.” He gripped my hands in his. “I’m sorry I screw up so much.”
“Thank you. I know you try.” My smile shifted to a smirk. “I’m just glad you weren’t cheating on me.”
“I’d be dead if I did. Besides, I would never.” He stepped further into the room. “Where should we start?”
We spent the night celebrating, eating and drinking as we bantered. Midnight neared faster than it should have.
Apparently, I’m a wordy bish when it comes to smut! I hope that’s great news for you!
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The air in the room has completely changed. You provide a small smile that reaches your eyes when the full realization sets in that Crowley wants you completely. One night with you will never be enough for him.
He grabs one of your nearby kitchen towels to clean his face. “I’m serious, Kitten,” Crowley continues, rising off the kitchen floor. “My entire being has been aching for you for far too long. I haven’t felt like this for anyone - not since I was still human. I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. I can take care of you. Keep you safe. I can be true to you,” he divulges. “I’ve wanted you since you first called me for help. Your babbling was absolutely adorable, and I knew right then and there that I would be willing to give my life to keep you safe.”
Before he has a chance to profess anything else, you’re on him. His sandalwood cologne drifts around you. Kissing him passionately, your hands drift up to his beard before moving into his hair again. He relishes the feeling of your body pressed against him. He allows his right hand to caress the base of your head, willing himself not to tug your hair. His other hand presses against the small of your back, closing any remaining space between you.
He wets his lips before he connects with yours in an unbelievably soft caress. Crowley painstakingly savors this moment before it’s gone from him forever. Your kiss cures him of every sin he’s made for centuries.
If he could harness the power of time, he’d stop everything in the universe to devour your love in this kiss. If nothing ever progressed between you, he’d content himself knowing he’d had you here, providing him with the luxury of vulnerability.
He pulled back, searching for signs on your face to slow down or stop. But you were there searching his eyes as well, pleading for him to return to you. That’s all the indication he needed.
Summary: This chapter provides a glimpse of Crowley’s friendship with you. I hope you don’t feel he’s too out of character. My goal was to add a new layer to who he is - his more human side coming into play here. This story lets us see a side of Crowley he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.
ALSO!!! I’ve completed the entirety of this series today. So the plan is you get this chapter now and then tomorrow you get the last two as a two-fer!
If you’d like to be added to the Crowley tags, just let me know! I’ll add you to the list!
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The jarring sound of the timer makes you jump. “Oh! Uh, I guess dinner’s ready. It might be good to put a little food on top of the whiskey,” you say as your face goes flush. Dammit.
Crowley looks at you before he recovers himself. “Yeah. Can’t have you being a sloppy drunk my first time here.”
You both laugh and chat together over your comfort food. You find the conversation easy. It’s nice discussing things not related to hunting. It almost feels like life before everything turned upside for you.
It must have been nearly an hour before your chair became uncomfortable. Trying to readjust yourself, “you want to go watch some TV? My ass is starting to hurt in this chair,” you laugh.
“Sure, Love. Let me just get these dirty dishes squared away.” He picks up your plate and utensils along with his own and places them in the sink.
Right as you move to the kitchen island to watch him clean the dishes, he snaps his fingers, and now everything is pristine and put in their rightful spots. He turned around to give you that cocky smile of his, complete with one eyebrow raised.
Scrunching your nose again, you let out a huff in disappointment. “Well, that’s just cheating,” you pout.
After a while, Crowley places his arm next to yours on the armrest. You can feel him watching you for a reaction. Determined, you don’t give in to his game.
You move your arm closer to the middle so your palm can rest on the gear shift that divides you. Crowley’s little finger grazes across your hand during the movement as you try not to notice. He leaves his hand where it is, lightly touching your wrist as he looks out his window.
A few minutes go by. If only you could see Crowley’s face now, you would see a smiling man. Even while he’s earned the silent treatment from you, he can’t help but smile, knowing you didn’t jerk your hand away. He dares not move it now. He’ll happily take any tiny brush of your skin against his.
Despite yourself, you pull your arm back into the armrest, your skin still gliding across his hand. You just wanted to be mad at him and all the shit that went down last night. Yet, here you are, looking for your next contact high with him. When did you become such an addict for him?
Reasoning that you’re still not creating space between the two of you, Crowley pretended to stretch his arms and fingers. He brought his arm back down to its original area, but this time, his extended fingers overlapped yours experimentally.
You waited a moment to see if it were accidental, but he never removed it. You looked down at your hands and then glanced at Crowley. Of course, he continued to look out the window. That ass. You kept yours underneath his hand as your heart picked up its pace.
Summary: Crowley mucked up last night for you. Are you ready to forgive him just yet?
Author’s Notes: You’ll want to read Part 1 before diving into this one!
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After walking down the road to the liquor store, you got your whiskey of choice, Southern Comfort. Crowley always likes to pick on you about it, saying it was too sweet to be a whiskey. You always retorted that it’s just sweet enough to match your personality.
Goddamn it. Why are you thinking of Crowley? Just get back to your room. That lowball isn’t holding scotch tonight, that’s for damn sure.
After about 20 minutes, you finally arrived at the motel. While you were still upset about your bar experience and lack of sex, the walk helped get rid of a lot of the anger and even some of the stress. Take the win.
Closing the door behind you, you lean back against it, a sigh of relief leaving you as you’re now away from everything. Surely, there won’t be anything to stress you out here. This motel has premium cable, you remember. The perfect way to ignore the thoughts of tonight’s events is to find an easy comedy to distract yourself for a few hours.
For anyone interested in a friends to lovers reader insert with Crowley from Supernatural, I got you!
This is my first ever fanfic! Crowley deserved better and I don’t think I’ll ever be over it. You will see italicized words and sentences. These are the internal thoughts of the reader.
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Author Notes:
You’ve been working closely with Crowley for over a year. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself falling him.
One night while celebrating with all 4 members of Team Free Will, you decide to find a little bedroom fun from the bar. That is, until Crowley ruins it for you. Can he get back in your good graces?
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The hunt had been quick and mostly painless. For the first time in ages, you couldn’t complain too much. The Winchesters felt like this was a good time as any to celebrate. Had they been anyone else, you wouldn’t have trusted them enough to go to the bar. But as life would have it, you’ve worked with them on cases in the deep south for the past 6 years.
Sitting at the bar, you think back to the early days of working together. Along with working with the Winchester men, you often found yourself teamed up with their friend Castiel. The most surprising of all was when they introduced you to Crowley. The moment they uttered “King of Hell,” your mouth dropped in disbelief. Before you started asking questions, Dean already started his spiel.
“Hey, look, I’m cool with it. Really,” you soothed their collective anxiety. Dean, Sam, Cas, and Crowley all stared in confusion at you. You shrugged. “What? You have a reason for working with him, right? And from what I gather, y'all have been doing it for years. Y'all have taken on Lilith and won. You’ve been in the damn middle of a gods’ conference and survived. Not to shortchange Crowley here,” you nodded an acknowledgment towards the demon, “but dollars to donuts you could have ended him many times over and you haven’t. On top of that, I believe y'all wouldn’t let us meet each other if you thought he’d try to harm me anytime soon. So when I say I’m cool with it, I am. Because I trust both of y'all.”
Crowley briefly appraised you before a quick raise of his eyebrows and a small smirk. “Oh, I think I like her. She’s actually intelligent. Although, she is wrong in thinking either of you could’ve taken my life. Nevertheless, I’m surprised you three don’t work with her more.”
You required extra help over the past eighteen months from the Winchester boys after an uptick of cases in the Southeast. Occasionally, they wouldn’t be able to make it down from the Midwest with their own sets of problems. They gave you Crowley’s number after they couldn’t get in touch with Cas. Sure beats trying to get all the necessary ingredients to summon him the old fashioned way.
The phone rang and rang. You were about to hang up and prepare your bags for another solo hunt. “What?!” an agitated voice bellowed as you heard a man whimpering in the background.
at the request of a friend I also made a splash portrait of crowley and well they are fun too make. So with this I have one more print done for Starcom. More in this style: Supernatural,Avengers,Teen wolf
this is one of the few that will be printed as a postcard and as the large formats ~ As always DON’T STEAL or use without permission or repost (here or on other sites) and don’t remove the comment. Thank you
