Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader
“I’m not going.” You said stubbornly. "I don’t care how many times I get possessed. I’m not doing it. You can’t make me.”
Life as a hunter was not without its share of injuries. You had been slashed, cut, burned, and hit so many times you had lost count. You cleaned up and moved on. That’s what hunters did.
But a bad experience with a tetanus shot as a kid had left you with a deathly fear of needles. It was ridiculous really. Sam and Dean had stitched you up many times, and you barely flinched. But get a flu shot? No freaking way!
You had been hunting with the Winchesters for about a year now, and sleeping with Sam for about half of that. They both knew you didn’t like shots, but they had no idea how phobic you were until a hunt went wrong and you were possessed. Then your dirty little secret was exposed.
this took so long guys! I’ve been trying to figure out a real plot to
this story, and I think I’m finally coming up with one. Hope you like
Crowley x Reader
flew through your mind. Do you give in?
looked Crowley dead in the eyes and nodded.
the gag off and after coughing for a second, “You win,” you say
softly. “I’m done.”
grinned, but this time, it was softer. “How long has it been?”
I met you. I never wanted to admit it. You’re a demon, I’m a hunter.
How are we ever supposed to be together?”
snap of his fingers, the chains disappeared and you sat up. He moved
his hands up to your chin and pulled your face to his. His demeanor
changed and you felt him relax. His lips kissed your softly, as he
ran his hands through your hair. “I told you,” he muttered
against your lips. “You can be my queen. I could give you
leaned his forehead against yours. “Forever.”
laughed nervously. “You know…you said if I agreed, you wouldn’t
let me out of this bed.”
leaned back and laughed. “Well yes…but not this bed.”
another snap, you were standing in another room, but it was not the
torture room. A bit of disappointment hit you in your gut, but you
looked around and noticed you must be in Crowley’s bedroom. “You
need to sleep?” you ask, eyeing the king-sized bed draped in black
velvet and large, six foot poles holding see-through black curtains.
be surprised. It is nice to have a rest once in a while.”
turned back to Crowley and stepped closer to him, looking up at him
as you could feel your cheeks turning pink again. “So…you said
that you weren’t going to let me out of that bed,” you said shyly.
“I was counting on that…”
set his hands on your hips, and pulled them to meet his. Your chest
met his and you looked down, nervous to meet his gaze. “Why are you
shy?” he asked.
a hand from your hip and moved it under your chin, and tilted your
head up so you looked into his eyes. He was so gentle…so much
different than what Sam and Dean always made him up to be. “I…I
never thought that we…”
didn’t let you finish your sentence. He smashed his face into yours,
with a heated passion that you hadn’t felt yet. Your shoulders were
bare- your shirt must have fallen off coming to his bedroom. You
shivered, but Crowley’s hands running up and down your bare arms
quickly warmed you up. “I wanted you in a more comfortable bed,”
he whispered against your lips.
heartbeat sped up and you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck.
Your fingers gripped the back of his shoulders, trying to pull him
closer. The scruff of his beard scraped against your chin, tickling
you, but you hardly noticed. His hands were roaming your body,
feeling it…scouting it.
suddenly broke away from you, but didn’t let go of your arm. Pulling
you over to the bed, he pulled back two of the curtains and pushed
you down. You fell back onto the soft, cushion-y surface, and was
shocked at how warm it was considered how cold the rest of Hell had
been. But you could only admire it for a second, then your attention
shifted to Crowley beginning to undress. He did it painfully slow-
unbuttoning his jacket, brushing it off so it fell to the floor. He
took his time with the buttons on his shirt- undoing them one by one
until you were shivering with anticipation. He chuckled at your
reaction. “Feeling antsy now, love?”
isn’t my fault, you’re the one that started this whole thing,” you
said, unzipping your boots and swinging your legs onto the bed.
rested your head on your hand, and propped yourself up with your
elbow. With the other, you rested in on your hip, and swung your head
to make sure that all of your hair was out of the way and that
nothing but your lacy (y/f/c) bra, muscular stomach and slimming legs
in tight jeans were the center of attention. Crowley looked at you
and bit his lip, his eyes roaming your body, as his hands had done
just moments before. You’d never experienced this- a fiery passion
spreading through your chest at the sight of a angelic (no pun
intended) man, wanting you so badly. “Let me ask you this then,
Crowley,” you said, as he continued to unbutton his shirt. “What
is it that made you pick me?”
told you, love. You’re kind, you’re beautiful, and you’re a fabulous
hunter. I have never seen someone who was so…perfect. There’s only
two things I have yet to discover about you.”
pulled off his tie and undershirt, and naughtily smiled at you. “How
protective you are of me, and how good you are in bed.”
breath caught in your throat as you admired his body. He stood in
the soft, yellow light, his skin was flawless, and his muscles seemed
almost carved. Crowley looked down at you with a mischievous twinkle
in his eye. “Time to find one out.”
moved towards you and you sat up, kneeling on the bed, just at his
height. His face was only an inch from yours, then he kissed your
cheek with utter softness. He ran little pecks down your jaw, and as
you took a deep breath in, you turned your head to one side, allowing
your neck to be exposed to Crowley’s lips. They trailed down your
skin and you shivered, as his warm breath marked your flesh with a
shimmering, lingering trail. You were so consumed with Crowley’s neck
kisses, you hardly noticed him reach around you to unclasp your bra.
The tightness of the wire vanished and you inhaled sharply, as it
fell to the floor. To be honest, you felt a little exposed. But
before you could think about it too hard, Crowley’s lips moved down
from your neck, down one breast and over to the other. He was so
gentle, leaving only feather-like kisses on the tender skin.
is, until he reached your nipple, and he flicked his tongue out to
meet the small, pink lump. You arched your back, and let out a moan.
He licked it again, and your hands went to the back of his head,
trying to pull him closer. He closed his mouth over the front part of
your breast and you threw your head back as he started to suck- hard.
While his mouth was occupied, his hands moved to try and undo your
jeans. With a little more confidence than before, you moved to help
him. You managed to get the buttons undone and the zipper down, and
were just about to moved back to take them off when Crowley shoved
his hand downwards. With one hand, he held your neck and, still
sucking on your breast, he moved your underwear to the side and
shoved two fingers inside you.
screamed in pleasure, shocked at the sudden progression. Your hands
went to his neck, and you dug your nails into his skin as he moved
his thumb to your clit and began making long, slow, circular
movements around it. “Oh my god Crowley…” you moan.
“Please…please don’t stop…”
moved his fingers slowly, in and out, curling them slightly as his
did so, sending hot waves of pleasure through your body. He stopped
sucking on your breast and moved back to kissing the sensitive skin
of your neck. Your legs began to shake you leaned your head into his
shoulder. The little pants that you were making came fast and hard,
and with each movement of his hand, Crowley sent you back into a wave
enough?” he whispered in your ear.
shook your head, unable to speak, you just groaned.
Crowley pulled his hand from your pants and pushed you down onto the
bed. You were extremely disappointed that he had stopped, but when
you looked up at him, his smirk filled your heart with excitement.
“Take the rest of it off,” he said gruffly.
hurried to pull your pants off, and your underwear followed, and
then, you lay there, shivering and exposed. You watched as Crowley
began to remove his pants and looking down at his hands, you saw that
the bulge in his pants was about ready to burst through the material.
When he was fully undressed, he pointed to the head of the bed.
“Move,” he commanded.
with your head on one of the pillows and eagerly awaited as you felt
Crowley get into the bed. He loomed over you, holding his cock, which
was already dripping with precum. “Are you ready, darling?” he
able to do anything but nod, he pushed your legs open with one hand
and laid over top of you, propping himself up with one arm. You could
feel the tip of his cock at your entrance and at this point, you
whole body was shaking. “Love, there is no need to be nervous,”
Crowley whispered. “Just relax…”
took a breath, and it was taken away as Crowley shoved his cock
inside of you.
out a scream, not realizing until he was inside of you how…big
Crowley was. His thrusts came slow and he gripped the back of your
neck with one hand and your hip with the other, ensuring you were in
motion with him. “Look at me,” he whispered.
looked at him, and he grinned. “Y/N, I’ve been waiting a long time
thrusts got faster, and you could already feel yourself starting to
climax. “Oh no, no,” Crowley whispered. “That’s not going to
happen yet. At least, not your real one.”
frowned, confused for a moment. Then, he kissed your forehead and
waves of pleasure hit you so hard, you came. Over and over again.
you couldn’t do anything but scream. Crowley didn’t seem to mind,
although you were right beside his ear. But whatever magic he was
using, you loved it. Only one name echoed in that room, and you
yelled it so many times it didn’t sound natural anymore. Sweat bled
from your forehead until Crowley let you go. You arched your back,
gasping for air. “One more, Y/N, one more,” he growled.
moved his cock faster and faster and it wasn’t long before you let
out one more pleasure-filled cry before collapsing back on the bed,
shaking harder than you ever had in your life. Crowley finished at
the same time, erupting inside of you. “Fuck, Y/N!” he yelled.
pulled out and laid on the bed beside you, watching you, without even
a drop of sweat on his forehead.
hell…a-are you…s-so…calm?!” you exclaim, breathless.
of Hell, darling. That was only a taste of what I could do to you.”
shaking subsided some, and Crowley snapped his fingers once, and you
felt fabric drape your skin. Looking down, you saw yourself dressed
in a white, velvet nightgown. You even felt…fresh.
cleaned you up,” Crowley said. “You should get some sleep.”
smiled at you and kissed your forehead. He pulled the thick black
comforter up over your shoulders and set a hand on your head,
stroking your hair. “Of course, my queen,” he whispered.
leaned into the one of the pillows, closing your eyes and felt
Crowley slide closer to you and wrap you in his arms. Your shoulders
relaxed as you took a long breath out. You were happy, thrilled even.
there came a knock on the door and someone burst in. You couldn’t
turn to look, Crowley held you tightly, blocking you from view. “Can
you not see I’m busy?”
he said angrily.
the Winchesters, sir,” a deep male voice said. “They’ve called a
crossroads demon, and they’re wanting to speak to you.”