ruled by crowley

Crowley: Rules are made to be broken.
Aziraphale: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.
Crowley: Uh, piñatas.
Adam: Glow sticks.
Crowley: Karate boards.
Adam: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.
Crowley: Rules.

“C'mon, you know you love me.” - “I’d sell you to Satan for an oreo.”

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Since a little eternity you wait for Dean in bed until you’re having enough and stand up. With cold feet you tap through the bunker, following his voice which comes out of the garage where you find him.
You’ve to hide a smile as he worships his Baby like a real gentleman. Loud you clear your throat and immediately he turns around to you.
“Oh.”
Playfully pissed off you cross your arms in front of the chest and turn away from him. A second later you feel his warm arms around your body and his lips on your shoulder.
“C'mon, don’t be mad.” Dean makes a whiny noise which let you snort amused. “You know you love me.”
“I’d sell you to Satan for an Oreo.”
“Then I should be lucky that Crowley rules the hell.”
With a smile you turn around and glance over his shoulder. “You should. Do you think Baby likes some action?”
His eyes darkened at your words. “Absolutely.”

janaespecter14  asked:

Headcannon for dating Crowley

  • Ruling over Hell together
  • Having your own hellhound pet (or four)
  • Being in charge whenever Crowley is away on business
  • Nicknames
    • Calling him ‘My King’
    • Him calling you ‘My Queen’
  • Mimicking his accent to tease him
  • Him growing aggravated when you keep it up for long periods of time.
    • So he starts to mimic the way that you talk in retaliation
    • “I don’t sound like that!”
  • Him spoiling you
    • Taking you on vacations to wherever you want to go
    • Always being stylish because he gifts you with clothes and jewlery
    • Don’t get me started on the jewelry man.
      • All original pieces
      • Hand crafted
      • BEAUTIFUL
  • Teasing the Winchester brothers with him
    • “Squirrel and Moose?  What kind of stupid nicknames are those?”
  • And teasing Crowley with the Winchester brothers
    • “Whose side are you on, Y/N?”
  • Constantly being in danger because of who you are and who you’re in a relationship with
  • Him hating the fact that he’s the reason you’re never safe
  • Knowing how to use a variety of weapons and hand to hand combat in case you ever need to use it
    • You need to use it quite often
  • Getting taken once or twice by Crowley’s rivals
    • Crowley stopping at absolutely nothing until you’re found.
    • Even the Winchesters help look for you
  • You’re both stubborn, so when you get into fights they can get pretty nasty
    • Not talking to each other for hours
    • Maybe even the whole day depending on when the fight started
    • Crowley hates going to bed with you angry at him, so by the end of the night he comes to you and apologizes (even though he’s still convinced that he’s right)
  • Being the only person that Crowley completely trusts
    • It takes a while, but eventually he begins to tell you everything, instead of what he used to do which was keep you in the dark about plans and things.
    • Trusting him completely and totally as well
  • The Winchester Brothers are completely confused by your relationship
    • Because come on, Crowley actually loving something?  That’s ridiculous.
    • Crowley being nice?  Okay, now hell must have frozen over.
  • Always reminding him that you love him.  Just in case he forgets.
Anywhere You Can Rule
Brigitte
Anywhere You Can Rule

*Headphones recommended*
Lyrics:

Crowley: Anything you can do
I can do better.
I can do anything
Better than you!
Abaddon: No, you can’t.
Crowley: Yes, I can.
Abaddon: No, you can’t.
Crowley: Yes, I can.
Abaddon: No, you can’t!
Crowley: Yes, I can, Yes, I can!

Abaddon: Anywhere you can rule,
I can rule better.
I can rule Hell so much
Better than you!
Crowley: That’s my throne. 
Abaddon: Not for long.
Crowley: No, it’s mine!
Abaddon: Then you’re wrong.
Crowley: Well, I’ll win!
Abaddon: Just prolong
That you’re wrong!

Abaddon: There’s no way you’ll bar me
With my homemade army.
Crowley: I’ll show you to Squirrel
Let him have a whirl.
Abaddon: You’ll be gone within a year!
Crowley: You are insane!
Abaddon: As if.
Crowley: Run back to Cain.

Abaddon: Any spot you can reach,
I can reach higher.
I’m always going to rule
right over you!
Crowley: That’ll switch.
Abaddon: I’m a Knight.
Crowley: You’re a bitch.
Abaddon: I can fight.
Crowley: I can deal.
Abaddon: Oh that’s light!
Crowley:
Sex appeal!
Abaddon: That’s not right!
Crowley: I’m ideal!

Crowley: Any plan you can make
Will be a bad wreck.
At least I can keep
My head on my neck!
Abaddon: Oh that’s low.
Crowley: Yeah, it’s sick.
Abaddon: Why the blow?
Crowley: Politics.
Abaddon: Oh, I know.
Crowley: It’s my shtick.
Abaddon: Well, let it go!

Abaddon: Well, any plan you can make
I can make better.
I’ll always stay two steps
Ahead of you.
Crowley: Really, now?
Abaddon: Make it three!
Crowley: Tell me how!
Abaddon: Or thirteen.
Crowley: You’re a cow!
Abaddon: I’m the best
Ever seen!

Abaddon: You should vote Abaddon
Crowley is too far gone!
Crowley: Don’t go with this hellspawn
She’s no brains and all brawn!
Abaddon: You’re just mad cause I’ll beat you.
Crowley: Right on this spot?
Abaddon: That’s fine.
Crowley: That’s what I thought–
No tact!

Crowley: I don’t mean to be rude
But I’m also a dude.
I’ll stay, you’ll be gone
After this interlude.
Abaddon: No I won’t!
Crowley: Yes, you will.
Abaddon: No, I won’t!
Crowley: Yes, you will.
Abaddon: No, I won’t!
Crowley: Yes, you will
Yes, you WI-I-I-I-I-I-LL, you WI-I-I-I-I-I-LL!
Abaddon: No I WO-O-O-O-N’T! Fuck, he’s right.

Abaddon: Well, anyone you possess
I’ll possess hotter.
In the end I’ll be much
Hotter than you!
Crowley: Hell is hot.
Abaddon: That is true.
Crowley: King of Hell.
Abaddon: Not so true.
Cause I’m hotter than 
Hell and you too!

Crowley: Anyone you can kill
I can kill faster.
I can kill anyone
Faster than you!
Abaddon: How bout Dean?
Crowley: That’s not fair!
Abaddon: And then Sam
Crowley: But his hair!
Abaddon: Unprepared!
Crowley: Don’t you dare!
How’d you fare?!

Abaddon: You know he’s an idjit.
He died for double digits.
Crowley: Hey, at least I’ve been here
For the last sixty years!
Abaddon: At least I’ve killed Winchesters!
Crowley: You mean the granddad?
Abaddon: Henry.
Crowley: Now that’s just sad.

Abaddon: Anywhere you can rule
I can rule better.
Soon that throne will belong
Only to me!
Crowley: Can’t you see?
Abaddon: Oh I see.
Crowley: It’s for me.
Abaddon: It’s for me!
Crowley: That’s a lie.
Abaddon: Want a black eye?
Crowley: Oh, you’ll die, die, die!
Abaddon: You can try, try, try!

Together: That throne’s mine!
No, it’s mine!

The Line (Part 13)

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Characters: Dean x Reader, Crowley

Word Count: 1410

Summary: Crowley renegotiates the terms of their deal and Dean comes to say goodbye. 

Warnings: Angst, Discussion of Character Death

A/N:  I think I’m back to updating this weekly. 

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“Drinking alone, really?” Crowley asked, picking up a spent beer bottle off the nightstand.  “Is that a little on the nose?  Thought you’d being doing something more productive.” 

“Isn’t there a saying ‘I’d rather go to hell with a bottle of whiskey, than go to heaven a sober man?’” You asked, sitting up with a grunt.

“There isn’t,” Crowley said flatly.  “You just made that up.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrugged, “it’s a thing now.”  You squeezed your eyes closed, taking a deep breath.  When you were composed you looked up at him, nodding.  “Alright, I’m ready.”

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All the single Supernatural ladies!

Some of our solo shots from SacAnime Winter of our SPN ladies group! (Except you, Bobby, what the hell.)

Cast in order of the photos:
Myself as the rightful King of Hell
ssslytherslut as Meg
takelunatothemoon as Moose
iamchoosingtoliveagain as Not Moose
mayhemcosplay as Cas
Bobby as someone who still can’t be arsed to get a Tumblr account
And gothy_princess (Instagram) as Squirrel we picked up at some point at the con

My Mate (Part 9)

Title: My Mate

 Summary: Did you know angels need mates?  Yea, like angelic married…mates.  And sometimes, this heat-like phase takes over where they have to mate, like their biological clock starts ticking.  Well, that is what has happened, and that is how Lucifer wound up in the bunker, his grace fading as he calls out for a mate.  Luckily, the Winchesters are friends with a hunter who is willing to help out.  

 Warnings: Mild language. Angst.

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Originally posted by misha-collins-angel-of-thursday

Chapter 9 

Riley woke from her rest and threw herself into the case, working hard with the boys to figure out what was going on.  By nightfall, they had figured out what they were hunting, but still had to find the method of killing it.  Which gave Riley the perfect opportunity to slip out.  

She took a deep breath and sighed heavily as she looked down to her phone and clicked the call button.  She was relaxing on a park bench in town as she made the call.  Might as well do this now, at least if it doesn’t work, it will give Crowley a head start, she thought.  It took a couple rings, but then she heard that voice.  

“Bit late for a social call, isn’t it?”  She could hear the amusement in Lucifer’s voice, which made her smile.  At least someone is having a good day today.  

“Guess it’s a good thing it’s not a social call then, huh?”  Riley responded quickly, trying to put a smile on her face, but it just wasn’t coming.

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Crazy But Perfect

Request: Hey, hey, hey. Can you do a Crowley fic based off the song “You Don’t Own Me” by Lesley Gore? Pretty please? Thanks! Love you!

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 530

Originally posted by spnfans

If you had to describe yourself in one word, it would have to be independent. You were strikingly confident in yourself and knew what you wanted, which was one of the qualities Crowley admired about you. When the two of you became a thing, he had learned very quickly that you weren’t just his plaything. That even though you two had plenty of fun, you weren’t just reduced to those moments, which he was quick to understand.

“Those Winchesters and that angel are trouble, love. Do you really have to help them with this case? It’s dangerous,” Crowley sighed, being stubborn, but you were ten times worse.

“Yeah, I do. People are dying, and you know that I’ll be in good hands. I know you don’t like them very much … I know trouble follows them, but it follows us too. Let me do this,” you replied, being firm, being straight with him. You would not be tied down.

And he knew that. “Call me if things get ugly.” That conversation was left at that, his lips pressing to your temple before you smiled and headed out to your car.

“Have you considered quitting hunting?”

You looked up from your laptop to gaze at Crowley, surprise riddling your expression at his question. “No, why?” You asked, eyes narrowing once you realized where this conversation could be heading. You loved hunting, loved the thrill and the reward of saving people. It was dangerous, and Crowley had to patch you up on many occasions, but you were happy. Plus, it gave you something to do while Crowley ruled over Hell. Both of you had an important job, an important role, and sometimes they even crossed paths, one needing help from the other. It definitely helped the flow of your relationship.

“I could give you the best, set you up in a mansion, have you treated like a queen. I could give you everything if you’ll let me,” Crowley proposed, always enjoying spoiling you when you let him. He held you very high in his life, and you appreciated that, but you warned him about showing you off like a special trophy. This was a relationship between him and you, not you, him, and the rest of the world.

You knew he just wanted to make you happy, but those things weren’t the key to that. “You know I don’t want that stuff, not really. I like moments like these,” you explained, motioning at the space with your hands. Quiet times like these when the two of you had a glass of Scotch together, talked about your day, really listened to each other, were important to you. You didn’t need servants or a fancy house or the most expensive jewelry. You just wanted to save lives with your demon boyfriend at your side. Crazy but perfect.

Crowley listened to your words and nodded, merely refilling your glass and moving to sit beside you on the couch, his arm going around your shoulders.

It was obvious Crowley had to learn a lot very quickly, sometimes the hard way, but he stuck with you, always supporting you, never putting a leash on you. You would’ve snapped it in half anyway.

Daddy’s Good Girl

Characters: Crowley x Reader
Words: 1390
Requested by @animefanatic1728

Warning: SMUT! Daddy!Kink. Praise!Kink. 

Originally posted by deanthekingofhell

          He had been very clear in his instructions before you left his throne room. You could still hear his words as you walked away, “Wear your favorite matching set and only that. Wait for me on the bed like a good girl.”

           You had looked over your shoulder and smiled, “Yes, Daddy.”

           Now you were waiting for him to enter the room. The anticipation was working almost as well as foreplay. You were wet just thinking about Crowley coming into the room and having his way with you.

           “Look at my good girl,” Crowley’s thick voice sent shivers through your body as you looked up at him, “That’s your favorite lingerie set?”

           You nodded, “Yes, Daddy.”

           “Daddy likes that one too,” he said, walking toward the bed, appreciating you lying there in the black and red bra and panty set.

           “Thank you, Daddy,” you smiled.

           Crowley sat down on the bed next to you, his hand barely ghosting over your hip, “Did you have a good day, Baby Girl?”

           “Yes, Daddy.”

           His hand squeezed your hip slightly, “Have you been a good girl for me?” he asked, looking at you, using a lower octave.

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All Hail The Queen of Hell: Epilogue

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Summary: The reader finally makes her choice.

Warnings: Language, angst.

Word Count: 391

A/N: All right guys, here it is. I know it’s really short but I couldn’t come up with anything better. To be completely honest I’m exhausted and I’ve really come to dislike this series. So consider this a brief epilogue.

Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

Originally posted by andykhuster

“Hello boys, I’m here to claim what is rightfully mine.”

Silence fell in the bunker. Both Sam and Dean stared at Crowley in confusion. You just stared in shock and disbelief, you couldn’t believe he had just said that.

“What do you mean claim what is rightfully yours?” Dean questioned looking around.

Crowely glanced at you before looking back at Dean, smirking.

Dean quickly picked up on where Crowley had looked, and instantly took up a defensive position.

“You’re not taking her Crowley.” Dean growled.

You were frozen. The time had come for you to finally chose and you had no idea what to do. You just sat there unsure what to do. There was a long strained silence before you finally found your voice. “Dean it’s my decision, please stay out of this.” You said coldly.

You knew in your heart that you had already made your decision. Getting up you walked over to Crowely.

“What the hell are you doing (y/n)” Dean shouted.

You whirled around. “Dean I’m going with him. Don’t try and stop me. He’s made me an offer that I can’t refuse.”

“But what about us?” Dean looked perplexed.

“Dean we’ve been over since the moment you said you questioned if I should be a hunter. All you’ve done since I got back was treat me with indifference and mistrust. So news flash we’re over!”

You didn’t know where that came from but as you said it, you realized it was the truth. It hurt, you couldn’t deny that, but it was right.

“(Y/n) how can you say that I’ve…”

“Just stop Dean!” You put your hand up silencing him. “I am no longer anything to you. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a throne to claim and Hell to rule.”

You gave Crowley a nod, with a snap of his fingers you found yourself standing before your throne. Crowley had taken the liberty of changing your outfit to something more appropriate for a queen. You gave him a quick peck on the lips before taking your rightful place.

Looking down at your new subjects you came to the realization that this was who you truly were. When you were with the Winchesters, you were just a shell of who you truly were. Now, you were the Queen. And all would down at your feet.

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Breaking The Rules - Crowley x Reader

Requested by @iheartthelochnessmonster

Request: Ahhhhh! I just discovered your blog and I’m in love! So I’d like to request a fic where crowley is at a one of those charity auctions where you bid for dates with people (for some reason) and the reader is put on bid and Crowley ends up getting in a bidding war with someone he hates over her and isn’t really paying attention to who she is but when he wins he’s like, “oh shit you’re friends with the winchesters and I’m screwed” and it ends with smut and fluff please u vu????

“$10,000!” Somebody exclaimed shooting their hand in the air.

“Going once…going twice…and…sold to the man in blue for $10,000!” The announcer yelled.

Crowley was seated towards the back of the room and watched with amusement as people bid unreasonably high amounts of money for a night with a girl. A date, as most people would call it. Crowley came to this auction solely for entertainment. He enjoyed people flaunting money they didn’t have for one night. What was so great about a night with a girl?

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Originally posted by oh-crowley

Crunch time, we would like a few more writers and artists for this!  So tell your friends…..You know you want to write for the king!

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anonymous asked:

Oh finally Crowley Mika and Yuu don't worry your child is okay (for now) he is a strong kid he is waiting for you! Luciel.. Oh sweerheart.. LET'S FIGHT SOME VAMPIRES AND KICK GUREN'S ASS HAHAHAHA (sorry Guren luv u) just kidding you mustn't break the rules

*speaks over phone*

Mika: Crowley, what are you–?

Yuu: CROWLEY!? What have you and that creep, Ferid, been doing to our child, you sick, disgusting–!!

Crowley: I called to help you get him back. 

Yuu: 

Yuu: Crowley, I knew I could count on you, you are such a BRO!

Crowley: ^v^

Mika: I need you to send us your position,

Crowley: Sure.~ But you better hurry up. Ferid is creepier than usual tonight… v.v

Yuu: *Aggressive screaming* 


Shinya: Man, I hope they are okay.

Guren: Yea… 

Shinya: Say… Where did our grandchild go?

Guren: *looks around*

Guren: FUCK!


Luciel: Well that was easy.~

Welcome to the Supernatural family…. Where we COULD take over the world IF we wanted to, but we’d rather sit at home and rewatch episodes we’ve already seen dozens of times, write fanfiction, create fan art, and fangirl/fanboy out. But just know…. We COULD take over IF we wanted to!

I Hate to Admit It, But I Kinda Like You

Request: Hi you are a great writer! I feel Crowley should get just as much love as dean and sam do. I am a Crowley girl 110% and I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of Crowley getting news about a prophecy saying that there is a girl who is destined to be the queen of hell. So he is intimidated by that and wants to find her and kill her immediately but when he does eventually find her, he falls in love because in the prophecy’s “fine print” it says that they are soul mates also. (anon)

A/N: I was really struggling over this one shot… and then inspiration struck. I’ve been thinking a lot lately how even though I’m an adult, I feel like I’m actually finally hitting my teenager phase – listening to music that bugs the hell out of my parents, wearing earbuds at all times, feeling a little rebellious… that kind of thing. And yet… I actually really hate teenagers. Whenever I see them on the train going home from school, they’re the loudest, most rude, obnoxious, and dirty-mouthed humans I have ever seen. I’m sure you guys aren’t that type, but… yeah. I have a love-hate relationship with you 13-17 year-olds.

Oh, yeah… and this one shot kind of swerved away from the actual request. So if anyone wants a second part, just let me know. I’d be totally willing to write one.

Song: “Teenagers” and “Welcome to the Black Parade” by My Chemical Romance

Words: 3282

Writer: Castielle

Pairing: Crowley x Reader (ish)

Your name: submit What is this?

“I do not let prophecies rule me!” Crowley roared.

The Master of Prophecies looked nervous. The guards all took a step back. Crowley saw the fear in their eyes and reminded himself that while fear was a good weapon, overusing it wasn’t a good idea. He had to take this calmly.

“No prophecy can rule the King of Hell,” he repeated calmly. “Just because the prophecy states that a human girl is destined to be the Queen of Hell, doesn’t mean it’s going to happen. I am determined to be single and let no one else have any hold over you. Is that clear?“

“Very clear, Your Majesty,” the Master of Prophecies said, licking his lips. “Are you sure that you don’t want me to read any more of it to you, though? There are quite a few terms and conditions…”

“I don’t want to hear any more about this matter every again!” Crowley interrupted him. “Never. You hear?“

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