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Figuring Things Out - Crowley x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: You and Crowley talk about the confusing feelings that came up for you after going out for lunch.

Warnings: Insecurities about eating, body image issues (If I’ve left out any content warnings, please let me know).

(The moodboard above was made by me, using images found on tumblr and Google. Full credit for the images goes to the owners. Credit for the divider goes to firefly graphics, here on tumblr).

“What’s happened?”

Crowley had noticed the shift in your mood from the second you came home. You were talking, but only if he talked first, and you hadn’t looked him in the eye since you stepped into the house.

“What?” You asked, still looking straight ahead at the TV. “Nothing, I’m fine”.

“Something’s off, it wasn’t before. You can tell me”.

You didn’t say anything. Even if you tried, you didn’t think you’d know where to begin.

He snapped his fingers and suddenly the screen in front of you was blank, not that it mattered. You hadn’t been paying attention to whatever was playing in the first place.

Finally you turned to face him, and he said nothing, waiting patiently for you to say whatever you needed to say.

Another few moments passed as you tried to find words that fit whatever this was that you were feeling. Eventually you came up with:

“I just- don’t feel very good right now”.

“Not good how, love? Sick?”

“No, just- gross”.

Crowley frowned. He didn’t like hearing you say that about yourself, and it confused him. There was nothing gross about you.

“Gross? Did something happen at lunch? Did somebody upset you?”

He was beginning to worry, and that protective instinct of his kicked in immediately.

“I guess I did.” you answered with a shrug, as if feigning indifference would get rid of everything else you were feeling.

“You did? All you did was go out to eat, love”.

“I know.” You replied, your voice empty.

Crowley paused and thought over your words for a few moments. You fought the urge to look away from him, but you did. It was just too much.

Finally he asked, “Is that what’s bothering you? Going to lunch made you feel bad?”

“Not going to lunch, just…”

“Eating?”

You didn’t say yes, you didn’t even nod. You couldn’t admit it, verbally or otherwise. Instead you said:

“and it’s never happened before- I- I don’t-“

Your voice broke and trembled as you tried to push your way to the end of a sentence you didn’t know how to finish.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” Crowley placed his finger beneath your chin and tilted your head towards him, “breathe”.

You took a shaky breath and closed your eyes for a moment, before meeting his eyes once again.

“I don’t know what’s going on.” you told him, and the sadness in your eyes sent a sharp pain right through his chest.

“Listen to me. Whatever this is, you can figure it out, I promise. We can figure it out”.

You hid your face in his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“I feel so stupid.” you muttered.

“You aren’t stupid, and you aren’t gross either”.

“It’s just one thing after another with me, isn’t it?” You laughed bitterly. “Why can’t I catch a break?”

“We agreed to be honest with each other, that’s all you’re doing.” he reassured you, “That’s a good thing”.

“I don’t know what to do, or think”.

He held you without saying anything for a bit, then he replied, “Maybe take some time and see how you feel, then we’ll go from there.”

You nodded against his shoulder, and he pulled you away from him slightly, so you could look at each other again, then he told you:

“I want you to promise me you won’t try to struggle through it by yourself if things continue this way, alright?”

“I…”

“Baby, I know you’re scared right now, but I need you to be brave, for me, and most of all, for yourself”.

You hesitated, deep in thought, then eventually you nodded again.

“Say it.” he encouraged you.

“I promise, that I won’t keep secrets from you, and I’ll tell you if I need help”.

“Good,” he kissed your forehead. “I’m already proud of you”.

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Helping Hand

Crowley x GN!Reader

(use of female anatomy and the term 'good girl')

NSFW 18+ ONLY / Requests are: OPEN

Summary: Crowley catches you reading a NSFW novel and gives you a helping hand.

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When Aizraphale had gone away for a few days out to the country on a hunt for some sort of first edition book he was desperate for, you’d not thought much of it. Aziraphale was always darting off here and there for rare books or conferences he thought might be interesting. He was always after the next bit of knowledge, or the next great novel. 

He had to go further this time, and had let both you and Crowley know that he was going to be a couple days. The pair had always been respectful towards you, and the three of you were good friends.

You’d offered to look after the Bookshop for him while it was gone. Aziraphale had not wanted to put you out and promised to pick you up something while he was gone if he found something you might like as a thank you. It wasn’t necessary, but appreciated none the less. 

And besides, you loved the Bookshop. It was homely and comforting- and the energy the Bookshop seemed to radiate felt, just… so safe. It was hard to express, but the point was: you loved to be at the Bookshop, and there was no way you were going to pass up a chance to be able to stay there for a week or with all those books. So many things to read, and if you didn’t make a start on your to-read list, you were afraid you’d never catch up. 

Which is exactly how you found yourself in the position you were in now. Given how prone to distraction Aziraphale was, you’d been able to tell upon receiving the keys and Aziraphale shuffling off in the direction of Crowley and his Bentley who were parked across the street ready to take him to the train station- that Aziraphale had not had a chance to give the shop a once over in quite some time. 

You’d started off with a quick vacuum, picking up bits and pieces here and there to move out of the pathway you were cleaning. And, of course- you knocked into a precarious pile of books that went tumbling to the floor. One of which caught you in the calf, causing you to bark out a curse before turning the vacuum off in a huff and picking up the offending book. 

“Aziraphale,” you tutted, giving the cover a quick look over before turning it over to read the back. “Wouldn’t have picked you for a purveyor of cliterature.” You chuckle to yourself at the word, having seen it on social media somewhere before and absolutely loving it. Makes you laugh every single time. 

You read over the back one more time, brow arching at the interesting themes presented in the book. Even for you, this was… something else. 

Purely for curiosity's sake, you opened up the novel to give it a quick little read. Just to see what it was about. It was about twelve pages in before the first smut scene, and you had to wonder to yourself if this was only the first- surely it could only go downhill from here. The entire book couldn’t be this good, could it? 

It didn’t take you long to find out. By the third chapter you were biting your lip- cleaning forgotten. Reading about the main protagonist being eaten out by Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome as if Mr. TD&H might die if she didn’t cum right then and there was, well, fucking hot. You’d have to make a point to look up the author later and see if they had any other books. Your question had been about why Aziraphale had this in his shop when it didn’t match with anything of his usual style, but that question was completely forgotten in the haze of cocks and fingering in the page-turner you held in front of you. 

“Bit of light reading?” Crowley peers over your shoulder to read a few lines. “Mm- doesn’t seem your style.” 

The voice snaps you out of the paragraph where the main character is currently enjoying something rather phallic from behind, and a sucking vibrator on their clit. The book falls from your hands and lands with an incriminating thud onto the floor.

“Oh, fuck- Crowley- uh, what are you doing here?” You exclaim, whirling around and pressing yourself into the bookcase in fright. The Demon in question drags his gaze up from the floor to your reddened cheeks and finally to your eyes. His lips are curled in a knowing smirk, and you clock the way his snake-eyes dilate just a little. “You scared the shit out of me!” 

You raise a hand to slap him on the arm. He weathers the hit with a chuckle and a mocking pout. “Aww, darling- weren’t expecting me back so soon, is that it?” You splutter out a series of garbled sounds before he steps right into your space and noses by your ear. 

“Imagine my surprise,” he says, voice low and dangerous, “when I come back from dropping our favourite Angel off at the station- to find the smell of sin in the air.” His tongue darts up to lick the shell of your ear, and you let out a real, honest-to-God whimper.

“In the Bookshop, no less,” he continues in a dark whisper. “Such a Heavenly place, I would have thought.” He punctuates the sentence with a bite to your ear lobe and your eyes flutter closed with pleasure. 

“Mm- there it is,” he chuckles, pulling away to look over your flushed cheeks and hooded eyes. “Dunno if you knew this, darling- but given that I am, in fact, a Demon. Means I can do things. Great things. Interesting things.” He brushes a warm finger down your cheek to wrap around your throat lightly. You knew, of course that Aziraphale and Crowley weren’t human, but you’d also never pried too far for answers.

“One of the more interesting things,” he continues darkly, fingers pressing just a tiny bit tighter. “Is, well- I can sense sin. Sweet feeling, leaves tingles in the spine. If I’m attuned enough, I can even smell it.” 

His fingers suddenly press harder and your head hits the bookshelf softly. You see his nostrils flare and choke out a whimper. 

“Mm- I can sense how much you like that, Pet. Can smell it off you. Your sin…” he trails off thoughtfully, letting his fingers soften so you can suck a breath in. “Mm, smells like peaches and cream.” 

“Now,” he says, letting go and leaning down to pick up the discarded book. “Tell me now if you don’t want this to go any further.” 

You don’t know how to respond, and so therefore give him a soft nod. It’s all you can bear to do right now, though if you knew the plans Crowley had for you, you may have said no. Who were you kidding, you’d never say no to Crowley for anything he desired. 

“Mm- good. Here, take this.” Crowley hands you the book and steps back into your personal space, raking a hand up your side and up to pull on your hair softly. “And read it.” 

“You want me to… what?” You ask in a whisper. 

“Read. It.” 

You look between him and the book a couple of times before shaking your head. How embarrassing, you did not want to read the things that were in that book aloud to him. And what for? So he could revel in your embarrassment? Yeah, you didn’t think so. 

“No?” He asks, arching a brow. “Oh, but darling, I asked so nicely. I won’t do it again.”

You feel yourself swallow thickly. And by the way his grin widens just a little, you know he notices it too. You pull the book up with one hand and flick open to a random page. Crowley makes a pleased sound. He lets go of your hair and uses one hand to grab your hip and the other plays across your lower tummy under your shirt, brushing the skin with feather light touches. He gives you a look to say ‘well get on with it, then.’ 

“Uh,” you stutter out as his forefinger trails circles above the waistband of your underwear. “His breath, smelling of mint brushes over her skin-” Crowley’s hand on your hip rolls down to your knee before hiking your leg over his, effectively pinning your legs apart but also pushes you back against the bookcase. Your breath hitches and his fingers stop moving.

“Go on,” he teases, mouthing at the side of your throat.

“And, he, uh, his tongue licks a stripe down her abdomen. With her-” you avert your eyes and Crowley tuts, trailing his fingers closer to your cunt. You try again. “With her tits heaving from heavy breaths, his tongue finds her clit- oh-” 

Crowley’s forefinger reaches your own clitoris, and he chuckles mockingly into your throat at the choked off moan that spills from your mouth. He trails soft circles around with his fingers, testing the pleasure receptors and making sure it’s not too much for you. When you sink back against the bookcase, he lets out a disapproving grunt before grinding out an unappeased “that doesn’t sound like reading, Pet.” 

You let out a breathy chuckle and Crowley clicks his tongue, rubbing his fingers just a little faster. He moves fast enough to start building you up, your hips bucking off the bookcase and towards him. His knee pressing you into the position he wants you in moves in a little closer, the muscles in your leg burning as it pulls taut over his leg.

“Right- what happens next then?” He asks, two of his fingers sliding down past your clit to rub your folds, collecting the slick he finds there. “Pretty sure you were saying something about clits and tongues?”

“Mm, oh, y-yeah,” you reply, swallowing thickly as those two fingers now rub around your hole teasingly. You can feel yourself squeezing- almost like you were trying to suck his fingers inside yourself. “-F-finds her clit- he licks against her sensitive-mmmh, fuck-” 

Crowley’s fingers slam inside without warning, twisting and curling behind your clit just exactly where you needed it. He laughs, and stops moving, waiting for you to continue. 

“-b-bundle of nerves. She pulls at his hair, and- oh, ah- he groans in satisfaction,” your head drops back as he starts to fuck his fingers into you in earnest. You whine as he hits a particularly good spot and bites down lightly on the join of your neck and shoulder. “His tongue presses down from her clit to- sh-shit, fuck, Crowley- to her entrance.” 

The Demon in question pushes a third finger inside you, adjusting his fingers so that his thumb could bump against your clit with every push inside. Your leg over his begins to jerk with the pleasure- little spasms that you couldn’t control even if you wanted to. Your fingers were going white with your grip on the novel. 

His fingers spread out and he rubs them against your inner walls, panting in your ear about how fucking tight and wet you were. Your spare hand wrapped around his neck to hold on for balance, and the Demon had the nerve to mock you for it. 

“Aw, what’s the matter, Pet? Feels too good, huh? Gonna fall over if you don’t hold on?” To drive the point home he pistons his fingers in and out mercilessly, delighting in the shriek of pleasure that tears out of you. “Mm, that’s better, darling. Don’t hold back for me.” 

You let the noises out easier after that, book almost forgotten in your grip. You’re sure there must be fingerprints imprinted into the cover after this. You felt bad about it, sure- but you could always just buy Aziraphale another copy later. Crowley lets you enjoy yourself for another minute or two, working you up closer to the edge, thumb rubbing against your clit just enough to send jolts of pleasure up your spine.

And just as you start to reach that peak, he slows down. You crack your eyes open- not even having realised they’d closed, and groan in frustration. He grins that charming, evil smile at you, and flicks his gaze towards the novel. “Didn’t tell you to stop reading, did I?” 

“N-no, fuck- you will be the death of me,” you grind out, wiggling your hips on his fingers in the hopes it might spur him back into action. You look over to the novel, picking a sentence and continuing on. “With his t-tongue exploring her hole, she kn-knew she wouldn’t last long.”

Crowley let out a thoughtful sound, changing the pace and position again to rub against your g-spot. “Greedy thing,” he laughs out quietly, pressing his hips closer against yours so you could feel his dick against you. You widened the gap between your legs as much as you could given the fact that one was already spread out and over his taut leg. “Mm- good girl,” he growls.

“He knew s-she was close, and- oh, fuck, Crowley, I’m-” the demon grunted in acknowledgement, speeding up. “F-fuck- brought his fingers up to rub ah-against her- ngh- clit.” 

You were so close and determined to see this through. You knew if you stopped reading, he would move the finish line for you, and so despite the fact you were moments from cumming, you found the focus to continue with the novel. 

“W-with a cry, sh-she, oh-hoh, fuck- Crowley- she exploded around-d him,” a high pitched whine broke free of you, and he chuckled. “H-her pleas-ure rocked thr-through her in waves, but h-he did not let up,” you read between gasps of breath. 

“Un-until she pushed h-him away, sat-isfied and sated-d- oh, oh fuck me, Crowley, I’m gonna-” 

“Fuck, that’s it, Pet. Cum for me,” Crowley growls darkly, eyes boring heated holes through your skin, cock grinding up against your thigh- wherever he can get any friction. 

He doesn’t even get through the sentence before you’re over that finishing line, book dropping to the floor so you can hold onto his shoulder for purchase. Your head slams back against the bookcase, sending a few novels tumbling down to the floor to join the first. Your leg spasms and dark moans and sharp gasps fill the Bookshop.

Crowley fucks you through it, fingers never ceasing until you- like the character the book, are trying desperately to get him to slow down, the overstimulation making you whimper and moan. 

The Demon laughs, and gives your cunt a little slap before pulling his hand out and bringing them up to the light coming in through the window. His eyes flit over the slick he sees there, admiring how wet you were for him. When he’s done, he sucks them clean, forked tongue coming out to play. 

He doesn’t fail to notice the way your gaze heats at the sight. He might have to store that one away for another time, he rather thinks.

Slowly, he lets your leg down- immediately filling the space with his hips rubbing into your own. You whine at the burn in your muscles and he laughs mockingly. Crowley grinds once, twice more before he’s groaning into your shoulder and cumming ribbons in his pants. 

His mouth drops open, and he rubs himself up against you to ride out the high. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and you playfully tug at his hair, grinning at the way he lets out an honest-to-God moan. You think you might lock that away for future use.

Once he’s come down, he pulls a miracle up from below, cleaning himself up. He noses at your neck and pulls you in close. 

“I think,” he says quietly, “we ought to make use of the spare room and take a quick nap, what do you say?” 

You smile and press a kiss to his jaw, nodding in agreement. He humms contentedly and steps away from you to allow you to lead the way. You pick up the couple of novels that had fallen to the floor and put them away before taking him to the spare bedroom, the both of you collapsing down into the bed. 

It doesn’t take long before Crowley is snoring softly, and you take the chance to snuggle up to him, watching the dust in the sunrays in the window. 

Your pussy clenches as you think over the events of the last half hour, and you find yourself daydreaming about all the other ways you want Crowley to fuck you. 

Next time, maybe you’d have to have him up against the bookcases and mewling under your touch. 

Yeah, you rather liked the sound of that.

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Long Way Down (Crowley x Gender Neutral Angel!Reader)

A/N: This wasn't requested but I just wrote it up while waiting for any requests! Hope you like it! 

Word Count: 1,625

Pining. The present tense of pine, meaning suffering from a mental and physical decline, most often due to the silly feelings the heart makes one feel. Pining however, means you miss or long for something. A lost pet, a family member long gone, or, in Crowley’s case, someone he's spent the better part of 6,000 years with.

The word put a bad taste in Crowley’s mouth, pining. He didn’t pine for you. He…admired you. Was fond of you. If Aziraphale had a word in the matter he’d like to say Crowley loved you. And he did, but he’d never admit it.

Not when you nearly discorporated trying to save the Library of Alexandria with Aziraphale. Not when he saw you for the first time in nearly two centuries. And most certainly not when he thought the world was ending and had begged yourself and Aziraphale to go with him to Alpha Centauri. He thought of saying it, maybe it would get you to go with him, to be safe, but he couldn’t.

You were the embodiment of love and light. Something Crowley hadn’t been since before he met you. You were kind, you were…bright to say the least. While Crowley was a rather confident being, he lost it all when it came to you.

It wasn’t until you were kidnapped along with himself, as Aziraphale of course, that those words were finally spoken. Well, almost.

You hadn’t been swapped with anyone, as neither demon nor angel believed you were in any real danger. It wasn’t your fault Gabriel had some weird hard on for torturing Aziraphale, and Hell never really took an interest in your activities, at least that’s what you believed.

You were taken to Heaven, strapped to a chair beside Aziraphale (Crowley), the angel Gabriel stood before you both, a smirk on his face. Sandalphon and Uriel close behind him.

“Azirphale. Y/N. So glad you could join us,” Gabriel spoke, stepping towards you both. “So, with one act of treason, you averted the war.”

“Well, I think the greater good…,” Aziraphale (Crowley) began, but he was cut off by Gabriel.

“Don’t talk to me about the greater good, sunshine. I’m the Archangel fucking Gabriel. The greater good was we were finally going to settle things with the opposition once and for all,” Gabriel spat.

You saw Crowley clench his jaw, his fists clenching as well. You wanted to reach out and take his hand but being tied up prevented that pretty well.

“Is our associate on the way?” Gabriel asked, turning to Sandalphon and Uriel.

“Here,” came another voice as a demon you’d never seen stepped off the escalator and into the room. His hair was styled to look like two horns atop his head and he dressed like he could be in some rock band.

Your eyes widened, a demon in heaven? You were sitting beside one right now but a demon just out in the open like that? In Heaven? You two were royally fucked.

Crowley could sense it too as he looked over at you, tugging at your restraints a bit. He met your gaze and gave you a quick, reassuring nod, at least one he felt was reassuring.

“Alright, get to it,” Gabriel said, stepping back.

The demon nodded and in seconds, released a tornado, quite literally, of hell fire. The heat coming from it felt like no other heat you’d felt before. It made your skin sting just being near it.

You looked to Crowley again, who was already looking at you with fear in his eyes. He and Aziraphale predicted something like this, that’s why they switched bodies, but you, you were vulnerable. You could actually die. Not just be discorporated. Destroyed. Gone. In seconds.

Gabriel walked towards you, holding out his hands and making your restraints disappear. He grabbed your arm, roughly yanking you up and away from Crowley, who began struggling in his chair.

“Wait, wait, they didn’t do anything wrong! You don’t have to hurt them!” Crowley shouted.

Gabriel let out a harsh laugh, “Oh Aziraphale, they aren’t going to burn, they’re going to fall, and it’s a long way down, or so I’m told.”

You felt your heart drop at his words and began struggling harder against his grip as a large hole opened up in floor, as Gabriel forced you towards it.

“No, no, no! Please! They don’t deserve this!” Crowley shouted again, struggling harder against the restraints. His Aziraphale façade was slipping away, he was angry, scared, you could see it.

You caught a glimpse of the bottom of the pit, flames burned brightly at the bottom, waiting to burn away your light. To turn your wings darker than the sky. You felt like throwing up as you were forced to your knees, facing Crowley and your fellow angels.

“We need to make an example of our traitors, don’t you think?” Gabriel asked, looking to the other angels. They both nodded, smiling in a way that would make milk curdle.

“Anything you’d like to say?” Gabriel all but mocked. You looked up, a few tears dripping down your cheeks, and turned your attention to Crowley.

“I love you, I always have,” you told him. Crowley’s, well, Aziraphale’s face, softened. Tears stung at the corner of his eyes.

“Please, don’t make me say it. I can’t say the words, not like this,” Crowley choked out.

“You don’t have to, I know,” you spoke softly, giving Crowley one last smile.

“Enough of this shit,” Gabriel said suddenly, and with a swift kick to your chest, you were falling.

The last thing you heard was a pained scream. Crowley.

As everything became hotter and hotter, you closed your eyes. It seemed like forever until you hit something solid, finally crashing down, and everything turned black.

*

Your body ached like no other, your head pounded when you finally came round. You were lying on something soft though. Maybe you’d landed somewhere grassy. Perhaps some sand.

When an angel falls, they aren’t sent straight to hell. They’re usually sent to some place in the middle of nowhere. No help. No nothing around for miles, its sort of a punishment in itself. And one is usually too weak at the time to miracle, or tempt themselves, anywhere.

But the voices you heard were not something you expected.

“They’re awake!”. The first voice was loud, abrupt.

The second was softer. “Yes, my dear I can see that, but hush, this is no doubt going to be hard for them.”

Your eyes finally opened, and you found yourself in a rather familiar setting, Aziraphale’s bookshop. You were lying on a couch, a blanket draped over you.

You scanned your surroundings before settling your gaze on two familiar, rather relieved, faces. Crowley and Aziraphale. You hoped for your sake they had switched back as right now you don’t know if you could handle the confusion.

Seeming to sense your worry, Aziraphale spoke up, “How are you feeling, my dear?”.

That was definitely him.

“Like shit,” you rasped. Your throat felt raw, like you’d inhaled smoke. Which you had technically. Hell fire would do that to you.

Everything came rushing back to you and you sat up rather quickly, making your muscles scream from the sudden movement and your head spin.

“Hey, hey, slow it down,” Crowley told you gently, a hand reaching out just in case. When you caught his eye, the last words you’d spoken to him flooded your mind.

I love you. I always have.

Aziraphale seemed to sense the sudden shift and stood from the chair he’d been sitting in.

“I’ll make some cocoa, I believe you two have something to discuss,” the angel spoke, quickly hurrying from the room.

You looked down at your hands and gasped. The tips of your fingers were black, almost like you’d dipped them in tar. You could only imagine how the rest of you looked now that you’d fallen.

“How bad is it?” you asked Crowley, not looking up from your hands.

It was silent until you finally looked up, meeting his gaze. Crowley only studied you for a moment, before his lips twitched up into a smile.

“Rather suits you,” he spoke, taking off his sunglasses, almost as if to see you better. “Especially the hair.”

You reached up, grabbing a strand of hair and bringing it around so you could see it better. Your hair was still the same but now with streaks of red throughout, almost brighter than Crowley’s.

You managed to laugh lightly, “Giving you a run for your money it seems.”

Crowley smiled fondly at you before looking down, clearing his throat.

“I should have told you,” he spoke, “we might have not seen each other again.”

“Like I said, I already knew,” you replied, smiling a bit.

“How long?” Crowley asked you.

“Since Alexandria, the look on your face when I made it out, I could tell” you told him.

Crowley scowled, “I wasn’t hiding it at all, was I?”.

You smiled and shook your head, “Not at all.”

It was silent between the two of you for a moment before you spoke again “You could always tell me now, that is, if you still feel the same after I’ve…fallen.”

“I’ll love you no matter your affiliation darling,” Crowley told you, making you smile again and roll your eyes.

“Come here you idiot,” you spoke, reaching out to him.

“Now that’s rude…,” Crowley began before you grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him down to you, cutting him off with a kiss.

When you pulled away, he smiled, wider than you’d ever seen before.

“I love you,” he finally told you, after all this time.

“I love you too Crowley.”

A/N: Thank you so so much for reading it really does mean a lot!! Please let me know what you think! 😊💕

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The Light in the Storm

Pairing: Aziraphale x Reader

**I did my best to keep the reader gender-neutral in this one.

Synopsis/Lead Up: Metatron has called Aziraphale back to Heaven leaving you and Crowley to pick up the pieces on Earth. In Heaven, Zirah believes he is making lasting change. Little does he know that things are worse than ever. With Aziraphale preoccupied, the Metatron has a group of angels sent to remove the threat that is Anthony J. Crowley from the playing field… for good. Having fulfilled their task, you are left all alone to pass the time until they come for you too. Unable to move forward, and unwilling to let Heaven dictate how you’ll leave this world, you vowed to avenge Crowley’s death. Using any means necessary, you lured the angels away from society. With no one around to see the carnage, you eliminate those who took your demon (and your angel) from you.

Warnings: Mentions of suicide/taking one’s life through holy water + blood + illusion to torture/murder + Dark fic (with just a little comfort at the end) + grief

A/N: This is kinda dark, so please use some caution when reading it. There is some comfort in the end and the reader does survive the ordeal. Additionally, for this fic, the reader is a demon that has been living with Aziraphale and Crowley for 1000s of years. Also, the reader uses some type of blade that can make an angel bleed but it also kills them if they are stabbed (think Supernatural kinda… but not really). And, as always, I apologize for any mistakes.

Driving rain pelted the windows leaving all that sat in the darkness beyond the thin glass in shadows. The tiny cabin groaned in agony as heavy-handed gusts beat against it. Hours had passed since the storm began to rage and it showed no visible signs of slowing. The lights flickered nervously as though trembling in the wake of the lightning and its ever-consistent partner. Thunderous tremors wracked the aging structure filling the deadly still with momentary life, but it wasn’t enough to drive out the oppressive stench of death that gripped the cabin.

A metallic oder clung to the air, its sting was matched only by the warmth of the blood that dripped in heavy lines along your fingertips and pooled in crimson puddles beside your feet. The sharp clatter of a steel blade smacking against the wooden floor echoed alongside the storm as it fell from your grip. Free of its hold, you drifted toward the large window near the front door. Your bare feet struggled to grip the gore-soaked floorboards. Layers of dried and fresh blood mixed in sticky smears and pools. Blankly you stared out the window overlooking the front drive of the cabin.

The white crash of lightning illuminated the muddy drive and the slick black outline of the Bentley parked nearby. You pressed your crimson-stained forehead and palms to the glass letting your eyes slip shut as Crowley's agonized screams sounded violently in your memory. Losing control of your resolve, what remained of your fragile hold on reality slipped away into the abyss. The air inside the room crackled with electricity and the stink of ozone overpowered the omnipresent presence of death. Rage tore down the length of your spine as a scream ripped from your lungs. Your head flew back and your body arched. Your arms flung wide, as flaming red light radiated in waves from your body.

Turning away from the window to observe the scene of your slaughter, electricity surged through the tiny space smashing wildly into everything it touched shattering it all beyond repair. Slowly, the strength it took to wield such power drained from your limbs forcing you to the ground. Your knees crashed into what remained of the now broken floor with a sickening crunch. Pain radiated through your body forcing the rest of the air from your depleted lungs.

Gasping, your shoulders heaved and your face came up to meet the sky that now was visible through the broken roof. Icey rain whipped against you, soaking through your bloodstained clothes and drenching your onyx wings. The droplets tried to wash away the ichor that coated your skin, but there was nothing strong enough to wipe away the evidence of your sin.

In a near whisper, you spoke toward Heaven, “Aziraphale, I'm so sorry.” His name was a plea… an unanswered prayer. With eyes shut and nothing left to say you reached into the pocket of your jacket, the material was stuck together with blood and water. Delicately you gripped the vial, its weight was hardly enough to register. Freeing it from its hiding spot, you worked blindly to remove the cork, allowing it to drop from your fingers.

With an unsteady hand, you brought the vial of holy water to your lips. Heaving a ragged breath you moved to tip it back, but the soft touch of another forced you to halt. Your eyes snapped open, and the vision before you was too much to fathom. Aziraphale knelt in the wreckage, the bloody water staining the creamy white of his suit an jarring scarlet as his hand wrapped softly around your wrist preventing you from ending it all.

“Aziraphale…” his name fumbled from your lips in a daze. Your free hand came up to caress his face. Tracing along the curve of his cheek, your head swam still unable to believe that he was real. Letting go of the touch, you sat stone still.

Taking advantage of your distraction, he carefully slid the vial from your grip and replaced the cork before slipping it inside his jacket. With both hands free, he pulled you close. Settling a wide palm on your waist, he watched as your eyes fell to where he touched you. Needing to see you more clearly, he cupped your face, guiding you gently to look at him.

The piercing blue of his eyes met the dead black of yours. Nothing human remained in your gaze as he held your focus on him. Tenderly, his thumb swept in an arc along your cheekbone smearing a streak of gore.

“My dear…” Zirah's voice faltered.

Tilting your head, your eyes swept over the angel taking in his soft edges and heartbroken countenance. Whispering, Aziraphale spoke your name. The sound of it seemed to stir something dormant inside of you. Raising your hands, you pushed against his chest testing the sturdiness of him beneath your touch.

“Aziraphale?” Yet again you spoke his name.

“It's me, I'm here.” Aziraphale's hands settled on top of yours, dulling the tremble as you held onto him for dear life.

Hearing his response, your eyes locked in on him. The dazed stupor gave way to bone-deep agony. You gripped his lapels violently, bunching the fabric in your fists as you began rocking back and forth in anguish. A guttural moaning cry rumbled deep in your chest as the pain and grief became too heavy to hold.

Leaning forward, you rested your forehead on his chest as his strong arms encircled your body and pressed you tightly to him. The force of your sobs shook the pair of you, but it didn't matter, he wasn't letting you go… not this time… not after all this. There was no Heaven or Hell, there was just you and him. He'd made the mistake of leaving before and it had cost him dearly. And he'd be damned before he'd lose you too.

[angelsxwords]

Hi! Could I maybe request a headcannon for Crowley and the 10th doctor please? I was thinking the headcannon could be either them catching the reader dancing ballet or their reaction to the reader cooking for them. Thanks!

hiya, anon! i decided to split this request, so ten catches the reader dancing and crowley gets a home cooked meal. hope that’s alright :)

Crowley.:

it’s after another day of “bad deeds” that he comes home to the smell of something interesting - there are noises coming from the kitchen and your soft humming fills the space, along with the quiet tune of the radio.

the domestic-ness of the situation makes him feel all warm and fuzzy. crowley likes the rather unfamiliar feeling, even if it is accompanied by a bit of confusion. should a demon feel like this?

he saunters into the kitchen and is greeted by a welcoming smile. frankly, crowley is a bit nervous about you cooking for him. he’s quite the picky eater and prefers to drink liquor rather than consuming food - not that he needs to do either.

you know that much and assure him that he doesn’t have to eat it if he doesn’t want to. you just wanted to try and see if you could come up with something that he genuinely likes.

because it’s you and the food smells surprisingly good and intriguing, crowley decides he’ll try. trying won’t hurt, what’s the worst that could happen?

he ends up enjoying the food more than he could have thought. the texture wasn’t as strange as he imagined it to be, and the different combinations of flavours tickled his taste buds in just the right way.

crowley compliments you and your cooking skills and is a bit more open to trying more. however, only if you cook it.

10th Doctor.:

ten was hurrying to the room you owned in the tardis, a map of a planet he wanted to visit in hand. he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard music in the hallway - and quickly figured out where it must come from.

he sneakily opens the door just a little bit, just enough to poke his head in and see what you were up to. knowing you and being the clever boy he is, he already has a hunch.

a huge smile tugs on his lips when he sees you dancing so elegantly. he can’t take his eyes off of you, it was too mesmerising. the way your body moves in time with the music - the way you spin and your hair follows the motion.

of course, the doctor had seen human beings dance before. but he had never seen you dance before. seeing you dance like that was special and causes his two hearts to flutter in his chest.

ten is so caught up in the moment that you need to snap him out of whatever trance you put him in. after blinking a few times, he chuckles, a bit embarrassed, but is quick to direct the attention back to you.

the doctor throws a couple of compliments at you, over-excited because of what he just witnessed. he’s a bit pouty, too, and complains about why you would keep this a secret from him.

he asks a couple of questions (if you learned ballet by yourself or were taught, for how long you’ve been doing it etc.) and suggests you teaching him how to dance so you could do so together.

[eiressofinspirationwrites]

Crowley’s Hissy Fit

Pairing: Crowley x Reader (I’m pretty sure it’s gender-neutral for the reader but if I missed anything let me know!)

Word Count: 1853

Description: You and Crowley have been dating for a few months now and it’s his first time visiting your flat. He’s surprised to find he shares a few qualities with your pet…

“Here we are,” you announced as you pushed open the door to your flat and stepped in with Crowley close behind.

“It’s very-,” Crowley paused as he examined the small dwelling and struggled to find the right word, “Quaint.”

“Gee, thanks, babe,” you told him sarcastically as you pushed the door closed behind you, “I know it’s nowhere near as nice as your flat but it’s got character.”

“No, I like it,” Crowley replied, “It’s not really my usual style but it certainly fits yours, and well I like you so that has to count for something.”

“Oh, does it now?” you laughed.

“Yes, it does,” Crowley promised when he turned around to face you so that he could pull you close, but he froze when he saw a tank sitting a few feet to his left, “What’s in there?”

“What’s in where?” you asked as you twisted in his arms, which were still wrapped around you. When you saw what he was referring to you smiled, “Oh, that’s Severus.”

“Severus?” Crowley quirked an eyebrow at you when you turned back to face him, “What’s a Severus?”

“Severus Snake,” you replied as though it were obvious, “He’s my ball python. I’ve had him since he was a hatchling. I got his mum about a bit over a decade ago, but she died a couple years back. He was the only one I kept out of his clutch. He was such a tiny little thing.”

“I’m sorry,” Crowley shook his head as he tried to process this information, “but you keep a pet snake?”

“Yeah, so?” you asked, “What’s wrong with that?”

“You do realize that I’m a snake too, right?” Crowley spluttered, “You know the serpent that tempted Eve and all that?”

“Yeah, I do,” you nodded slowly, “You showed me your snake form on like our second date, Crowley and you have a habit of shapeshifting in your sleep so I’ve woken up with you wrapped around me a few times.”

“You have?!” Crowley choked, “and it didn’t freak you out?”

“Why would it?” you laughed, “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had Sev out of his tank over the years and accidentally fallen asleep in the chair with him wrapped around my arm or something?”

“You’ve slept with it?!” Crowley’s eyes widened.

“Anthony J. Crowley,” you gasped mockingly, “Are you jealous of Severus?”

“Me? Jealous of a tiny snake,” Crowley said with a hint of disgust, “I don’t think so.”

“Alright, well if you’re sure,” you shrugged, “Then, maybe you’d like to meet him?”

“Oh, I don’t really think that’s necessary,” Crowley tried to wave off the offer, but it was too late, you had already crossed the short distance and were reaching into the tank.

“Hey, Sev,” you hummed as you pulled the reptile from his enclosure, “Did you miss me? I brought a friend who wants to meet you.”

Crowley had a look of complete and utter disdain on his face after listening to you baby talk to the snake but accepted the coil of scales when you held him out, “Hello, inferior serpent.”

“Crowley, be nice,” you chastised him playfully.

“I’m not sure what you see in this snake,” Crowley huffed as he examined Severus, “My scales are nicer, and my eyes are a much better color.”

“You are jealous!” you exclaimed with a certain degree of amusement.

“I am not,” Crowley huffed as he passed the snake back to you, “Now if you’ll excuse me. I need to use the bathroom.”

“You’re a demon, Crowley,” you called after him, “You don’t really need to use the restroom.” “I do when I want to!” Crowley argued as he stomped away.

After you watched him turn right into a room down the hall you called, “Try the door across the hall, Babe!”

A second later the door that had just closed was wrenched open and Crowley flitted across the hall and slammed that door as he had the first. You just shook your head and brought Severus up to eye level, “It seems that my boyfriend is a bit jealous of you, Sev, but he’ll get over it.”

After that, you draped Severus around your neck and went about setting up the room for the movie night you had planned with Crowley. After much debate, you had convinced him to watch all of the Harry Potter movies with you. Sure, it was over 19 hours of footage, but sleep was for quitters.

A few minutes later, Crowley swept out of the bathroom and was standing in front of you, “You still have the snake out?”

“Well, yeah,” you said, “I usually have him out for awhile around this time of night.”

“Is he going to be watching the movies with us, then?” Crowley said with a not so well-hidden scowl.

“No, it’s date night, Crowley,” you shook your head, “So, it’s just you and me.”

“He’ll be watching us,” Crowley pouted, “The tank is right there.”

“If you’re that worried about it,” you offered, “I can toss a towel or something over it.”

“I’m not worried per se,” Crowley muttered.

“Why don’t you get comfortable on the sofa,” you suggested, “and I’ll put Sev up before putting on something more comfortable, okay?”

“Alright,” Crowley sighed before dramatically flopping onto the sofa, his long limbs splayed haphazardly.

You just rolled your eyes at his theatrics and placed Severus back in his tank, making sure to secure the lid tightly. Before you padded down the hall to your bedroom, you grabbed the towel you had discarded that morning after your shower off of a nearby chair and draped it over the tank.

When you returned wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts, Crowley was still draped across the couch.

“Scoot over a bit,” you poked his legs, “I want in.”

After arranging yourselves on the sofa so that you were tucked under his arm and pulled tightly against his chest, you pressed play on the remote to start the first movie.

You hadn’t even made it twenty minutes in before Crowley spoke up, “How come you never mentioned having a snake before?”

“It never came up,” you pressed paused on the movie and sat up so that you could focus on him.

“How could that not come up?” Crowley asked, “When you saw my snake form you could have said something.”

“Why would that need said in that situation?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” Crowley admitted reluctantly.

“Exactly,” you said, “I don’t see why you’re so upset about this.”

“I’m not upset,” Crowley said defensively.

“Does it weird you out that I have a pet snake and a boyfriend that’s also a snake?” you asked.

“No,” Crowley huffed, “but do you like him better than me?”

“Crowley!” you said exasperatedly, “I love both of you.”

“But that’s just your average snake,” Crowley argued, “I don’t see why you need him when you have me. If you like scales, I have those too.”

“Babe,” you sighed, “I didn’t always have you. I’ve been on my own for years and Sev was the only thing I’ve had to keep me company.”

“Well, you have me now,” Crowley whined, “You can get rid of him now.”

“I’m not getting rid of Severus,” you scowled, “Now, let’s get back to the movie.”

You aggressively pressed play on the movie and settled back in but Crowley’s mind didn’t refocus on the movie at all. He started to formulate a plan that would prove to you that he was the better snake. He was the first after all. The wily serpent that infiltrated the Garden of Eden.

Thanks to your exhausting week, it didn’t take long for you to drift off just enough for him to enact his plan. Crowley shifted you just enough to ensure that you wouldn’t fall over without his support and then transformed into his serpent form.

Carefully, he started to weave his way around your body so that he was partially wrapped around your torso and his head was resting on your shoulder. It didn’t take much longer after that for you to subconsciously notice the shift in weight around you before you woke up.

“Crowley?” you blinked sleepily as you looked down and noticed that there was a large snake wrapped around you. Crowley lifted his head off of your shoulder so that he could meet your eyes.

“Crowley what are you doing?” you asked as you gazed into his golden eyes.

“Keeping you warm,” Crowley conveyed to you telepathically.

“And why did you use yourself rather than a blanket?” you asked.

“I figured that since you obviously have no issue with a lesser snake falling asleep around you,” Crowley reasoned, “That you wouldn’t mind me doing so.”

“I don’t mind,” you replied, “Crowley, is this still about you being jealous of Severus?”

“I already told you,” Crowley insisted, “I am not jealous of your little python.”

“Crowley, if this is about you being worried that I don’t have enough room in my heart for two serpents,” you assured him, “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ve got more than enough room in my heart for both of you.”

“Really?” Crowley asked, a small crack in his voice betrayed his hidden emotions.

“Really,” you promised with a huge smile as you tenderly stroked his warm scales, “What do you say we postpone movie night? I’m exhausted.”

“I am more than okay with cuddling with you all night,” Crowley hummed.

“Alright, then,” you smiled gently, “Why don’t you shift back and then we can go to bed.”

“Sounds wonderful,” Crowley pressed a warm kiss to your lips after he switched back to his human form. With a snap, he was wearing his silken pajamas and then he scooped you into his arms and carried you to your bedroom. After he placed you on your side of the bed, he traipsed around to the other side and climbed in beside you.

“You know,” you said after rolling over to face him, “I wouldn’t object to falling asleep with your snake form.”

“Really?” Crowley raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Really,” you replied, “I actually sleep really well when you end up wrapped around me by accident.”

“Wow,” Crowley exhaled slowly, “I never expected to hear those words from anyone. To be fully accepted for what I am used to be unthinkable to me. I always figured that if they got passed me being a demon that most people would run for the hills after finding out that I can shapeshift into a snake.”

“Well, I’m not most people,” you chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead.

“No, you’re not,” Crowley grinned before transforming back into a snake and carefully coiling himself around you, making sure that you had enough room to move if you chose to.

“Goodnight, Crowley,” you whispered and pressed a light kiss to the top of his head, which was resting on your shoulder, “I love you.”

The kiss elicited a content little hiss from Crowley before he closed his eyes. After that, it didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep.

Note: Thanks for the awesome request @xxaestheticboyxx! I hope I did it justice. Also, just a reminder that requests are open! Link to Part 2.

[ourownsideimagines]

Salt (Crowley x Reader)

Characters: Reader (Gender Neutral), Crowley

Point of View: Second Person Reader POV

Warnings: Reader uses a bad word near the end. Minimal editing. I tried to make this gender neutral, but if there are any gendered terms please let me know!

Words:  779

A/N: I had some random quote prompts saved in my notes and decided to use a couple to make a story. Enjoy!

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You had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Everything in your body ached, your head felt light, and you swore someone had put it in a blender and hit puree.

No, you weren’t sick, that much you knew. But the headache you had left you feeling absolutely miserable. Your significant other, Crowley, was fast asleep beside you, curled up with his arms wrapped lazily around your waist. You knew from experience that he was a deep sleeper, and it didn’t take much to move out of his grasp and shuffle out of his bedroom.

You two didn’t live together. Not yet, at least. You had a lease with your current landlord, which meant another six months in your flat before you could even think of whether or not you would move in with the demon. You’d considered it on a few occasions, usually when he offhandedly brought up the fact that you stayed over at his place often. Or when he brought up the idea of you moving in with him.

That wasn’t something you really wanted to think about right now though. No, you were going to find Crowley’s coffee pot. He didn’t have one before the two of you began go date, you noted. You didn’t think he even drank coffee. You thought it sweet that he would get one for your overnight stays.

You prepare the pot, mumbling to yourself about how cold the floor was and how you should have put on some socks. You take some of the time you need to wait to admire the large number of house plants Crowley kept. You’d experienced his plant wrath one morning during your fourth months of dating, and had voiced your amusement much to his dismay.

Demons didn’t always appreciate being called adorable when they were trying to be scary. He of course forgave you when you pulled him back into bed for mid-morning canoodling.

You roll your shoulders, somehow still sore and just all around done with the day before it even began. When the coffee pot goes off you return to the kitchen as fast as your feet will allow you to move. You pour yourself a mug and gather the sugar, and the creamer you’d snuck into his fridge. You’ve almost finished when Crowley appears at your side, his glasses still off, and his snake eyes trained in your cup.

“You just put salt in your coffee,” he tells you, arms wrapping around your waist. You double check, confirming that in your tired state you had in fact grabbed the salt and not the sugar.

Great, you thought to yourself. Wasted coffee.

Crowley grabs the spoon you’d been using to mix said coffee and tapped it against the ceramic mug a couple of times.

“Aren’t you just so lucky to have an amazing significant other who’s willing to fix that for you?” He leads you to the kitchen table, another new addition you note as he finishes preparing your coffee and sets it down in front of you. “Rough night?” He asked as you took the first sip. It was perfect.

“I dunno.” You sighed, letting the mug warm your fingers.

“Want to talk about it?”

“Nothing to talk about.” you sighed. “I just feel… off.” You take another long sip of coffee. Crowley frowns, placing a hand on your cheek, using his thumb to rub gently circles on your cheekbone. You lean into the touch with a soft hum. You knew coffee would make you feel better. But coffee and Crowley? You couldn’t imagine a better morning. He presses a kiss to your forehead.

As you continue to drink your coffee, Crowley starts on some food. He didn’t need to eat, true, but you did, and usually he left you to make yourself something because he didn’t want to muck it up but seeing you in your current state he wanted to do something more than fix your coffee. You’ve almost finished your coffee by the time he’s done.

“Thanks, love.” You say with a smile. He leans down and you expect a kiss, puckering your lips. Instead, he presses his lips to the tip of your nose. You give him a small pout.

“Awe, what’s wrong darling.” He teases you. “You’re not hungry?”

“Shut up and kiss me, you absolute cock.” Crowley howls in laughter for a moment before leaning back down, dangerously close to your lips.

“What’s the magic word?”

“I will kill you, Crowley.” You hiss, and he giggles. Finally, he presses a gently kiss to your lips, one which you return. He pulls away with a small hum, eyes twinkling playfully.

“Close enough.”

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

So I’ve been thinking about writing for Dream/Morpheus

However, I’m not exactly sure which one of my ideas to go with, so any feedback from the fandom on which of these you would all like is greatly appreciated!

Idea #1: A Morpheus x Reader fic where the reader has the same curse as Eda the Owl Lady from The Owl House (the reader will be gender neutral for this one and others), and how Morpheus comforts them after they change forms

Idea #2: Early morning cuddles with Morpheus where the reader traces his jaw and nose and he is “annoyed” but secretly finds it adorable. I would have to throw in one of his little rare smiles too.

Idea #3: Morpheus x Reader where the reader is Anthony J. Crowley’s sibling and he is a very protective big brother when he meets Morpheus for the first time in person

[somebitchwritesficscuzsheshorny]

𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮!!! (𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼: Open)

𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜:

Hi! So quick explanation of my blog: So I'm going to post and write fanfics, one shots, headcanons and drabbles! I also post in AO3 as AndreeLovetrue but only for fanfic series, so please don't expect me to post requests there.

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𝐹𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂𝓈 𝐼 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇:

Disney's Encanto [Bruno, Camilo, Mirabel, Isabela, Luisa, Dolores Madrigal]

Cartoon Network's Villainous/Villanos [Black Hat, Dr Flug, Demencia, Miss Heed, Penumbra, Sunblast]

Netflix's Inside Job [Reagan Ridley, Brett Hand, Gigi Thompson, Dr. Andre Lee]

Gorillaz [Murdoc Niccals, Stuart "2-D" Pot, Russel Hobbs, Noodle]

Amour Sucre/My Candy Love [Castiel, Nathaniel, Kentin, Armin, Priya, Rayan, Hyun, Yael, Lysander]

Good Omens [Aziraphale, Anthony J. Crowley]

More fandoms are going to be added soon...

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𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒟𝒪:

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Unless requested, the majority of the writings the reader will be gender neutral.

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝒟𝒪:

Pedophilia (Minor x Adult, also I won't write SMUT with characters who are canonically minors.)

Incest/Selfcest/Stepcest

Kinks involving Bodily Fluids

Zoophilia

Non-Con/Rape/Abuse

[aliahm]

Crowley x Gender Neutral Reader - NSFW Alphabet

A collection of NSFW headcanons about the Serpent of Eden himself

The moodboard above was made by me, using images found on tumblr and Google. (Image #4 is from firefly graphics, here on tumblr). Credit for those original images goes to each of the owners. The gif used in this post was made by me, and both the dividers in this post were also made by me, using images found on Google. Credit for those original images goes to each of the owners.

A - Aftercare (What do they do after sex?)

If it’s needed, Crowley will clean you up before he does the same for himself, then he’ll make sure you have whatever else you need, whether that’s to be held, to drink water, to rest, etc. He especially loves to fall asleep with you after sex.

B - Body Part (Their favourite body part of their own and of their partner’s)

Crowley loves your lips, as well as your eyes.

He loves your smile, and the way your lips feel against his own. As for your eyes, he loves them because they show your emotions so clearly. All the happiness, excitement, lust, vulnerability and everything else held within them reminds him of how beautifully human you are.

He loves his hands. They remind him of the power and strength that he holds, and of the many miracles he’s performed in his time. He also loves that he can get what he wants with a snap of his fingers, and that his hands allow him to hold you, touch you, and give you pleasure.

C - Cum

He doesn’t really have a preference as to where he cums when you have sex. Wherever you ask him to, he will, but he does especially like to cum on your stomach or your back, where he can see it after sex.

He also loves to go down on you and have you cum in his mouth. He’ll sometimes put on a bit of a show and lick your cum off his lips or wipe it off with the back of his hand while you watch.

D - Dirty Secret

This isn’t a secret he keeps from you, he just doesn’t talk about it much: He likes it if you cry during or after sex, because he loves being able to comfort you and see you so open and vulnerable. He’s very proud that you trust him enough to show your emotions in that way.

E - Experience (How experienced are they?)

Crowley has become very sexually experienced over the course of his long life. He knows many, many ways to please a partner, and he takes a lot of pride in that knowledge. He definitely likes being more experienced than his partner, and being able to “teach them” as it were. He’d be lying if he said his sexual knowledge and skill doesn’t fuel his ego.

F - Favourite Position

It varies depending on his mood, but one scenario he particularly loves is to completely restrict your movements (either by restraining you or by miracling you completely still) and have his way with you until he allows you to move again. It usually starts a little something like this:

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humourous? etc.)

Crowley has always had a good sense of humor, and that applies when it comes to his sex life too. He can be serious depending on the moment of course, but if you’re just looking to have a good time together, he loves to make you laugh and smile during sex.

H - Hair

Crowley likes the look of having hair on his chest, and when it comes to the hair below his belt, he makes sure it’s always neat and well-maintained, but he’s never completely clean-shaven. He just prefers not to be.

I - Intimacy (How affectionate or romantic are they in the moment?)

Crowley is incredibly passionate in every aspect of his life, including sex. He sees it as another way to show you how much he cares for and desires you, and he loves to make that known in the ways he touches you and talks to you before, during and after sex.

He’ll hold your hand, kiss you all over your face, jaw, and neck, and whisper in your ear telling you how well you’re doing and how proud he is of you.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He definitely enjoys masturbation as much as partnered sex, and he has a voyeuristic side too. His favourite way to show it is to have you get yourself off while he watches.

K - Kinks

Crowley is no stranger to BDSM and kinks in general, but he usually enjoys them mainly as an addition to sex, instead of on their own. He likes lots of kinky activities, like bondage, gags and spanking, but if those aren’t things you’re interested in, that’s fine with him. Your comfort, safety and happiness are most important to him, and he takes your limits and boundaries very seriously. 

One of his favourite kinks/activities is edging you. He’ll have you whining and crying and he’ll say things like, “What is it, baby? Tell me what you need.” as if he doesn’t know, and when you’re begging him over and over again to let you cum, he’ll remind you that you can’t, and you won’t, until he wants you to. Until then, you can beg and cry all you want.

L - Location (Their favourite place(s) to have sex)

Pretty much anywhere, as long as you’re comfortable with it. Bedrooms, living rooms, kitchens, his office, etc. etc.

He does have his personal favourite places, though. Those would be his own bed, his beloved Bentley, and the Ritz (he loves to slip his hand under your clothes when you’re there having dinner, and when you’re pretty much anywhere else where other people won’t notice).

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

One particular thing that drives him wild is when he comes home and you tell him you missed him. He loves the idea that his baby just can’t stand it when he’s not around.

Of course, he knows how dramatic that is, it’s just that he loves you so damn much. He’ll definitely be taking the first opportunity to pull you over to the couch or bed and make up for the time he was gone.

N - No (Things they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything that involves cuts or broken skin.

O - Oral (Preferences for giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes giving and receiving equally, but if oral isn’t something you’re interested in, he won’t mind.

Crowley is, to put it simply, really damn good with his mouth, and he certainly isn’t shy about it. He’ll go down on you like he’s been starving for months on end, and he knows how to use that snake tongue of his to remind you what the true meaning of heaven is.

Receiving helps him relax, and in those moments he’ll lean back, close his eyes and stroke your hair. Sometimes he’ll bring your hand up to his lips and kiss it, as a way of letting you know that he’s enjoying what you’re doing.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be fast and rough depending on what you’re both in the mood for, but most of the time he keeps his movements steady and slow. He likes to make sex last as long as possible, and sometimes he finds it fun to drag things on while you’re getting desperate and begging him to go faster.

Q - Quickies (What’s their opinion on quickies?, How often do they have them? etc.)

He enjoys them, but he prefers not to have to rush when it comes to sex. When they happen, though, he absolutely makes the most of them. Those are some of the only times he’ll find himself in the backseat of his Bentley instead of the driver’s seat ;)

R - Risk (Do they like to experiment? Are they willing to? etc.)

He’s all for experimenting with new kinks, locations, etc. If you talk with him about something you’re already interested in, or something you want to try, he’ll always listen with an open mind.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last? etc.)

Crowley once implied that demons can have sex for as long as they want, then when you asked him about it, he clarified that he was specifically referring to himself.

He’s a cocky bastard, but it’s true. He can go for as many rounds as he pleases, and he can last for pretty much as long as he wants. Sometimes he’ll use that to overstimulate you until you can’t stand it, because he loves the power trip that comes with seeing you fall apart over and over, knowing he doesn’t have to stop until he wants to.

T - Toys (Do they own and use sex toys?)

He usually doesn’t use sex toys unless you ask him to, but he doesn’t mind them either way.

U - Unfair (Do they like to tease?)

Absolutely. Crowley loves to mess with you. He’ll whisper dirty comments in your ear while you’re out in public, telling you exactly what he wishes you were both doing at that very moment, or he’ll pull you away into a secluded corner during the day and cover your neck in love bites, or beckon you over out of nowhere and say things like, “Let me look at you”.

V - Volume (How loud are they?)

Crowley isn’t usually very loud during sex, but he’ll sigh and groan into your ear, and when he wants to, he’ll talk dirty just to see your reactions. Sometimes he’ll praise you over and over again, sometimes he’ll tease you about how “unbelievably needy” you are, and sometimes he’ll do both at the same time, after he’s promised to give you exactly what it is that you want so badly.

If you’re going down on him, those same sighs and groans will definitely leave his lips, and you‘ll even hear him hiss and growl sometimes too.

W - Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

His favourite thing for you to call him (both in and out of sexual situations) would have to be Daddy. He didn’t expect that to be the case, but the more he thought about it, the more he loved it.

He’s naturally very protective of the people he loves, and he also loves being the one in charge (during sex and otherwise). Not to mention that the name is a reminder of the age gap between you and him. He’s been around since the very beginning, and he loves being the older, more experienced one in the relationship, who you come to when you need help and guidance, because that’s what he’s there for: to take care of you, however you need him to.

He’ll call you “baby” or “little one” if you’re alright with that, although he does have lots of different pet names for you, so it varies. He also has a habit of calling you “pet”, especially when he knows you’re feeling down.

X - X-Ray (What’s going on inside those pants?)

Crowley is about average sized, and he’s never been the least bit insecure about it, because he knows it doesn’t actually matter at all. He’s got unshakable confidence, both when it comes to his appearance, and his sex life.

Y - Yearning (How often do they want and like to have sex?)

It varies, as with anyone, but it doesn’t really matter to him how often he has sex. He definitely enjoys having sex regularly, but if he doesn’t, that’s fine with him. He just likes to spend time with you and let things happen organically.

Z - Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after sex?)

It usually takes him a bit to drift off, after sex and in general, so he likes to read to you at night, or have you read to him. What helps the most though is being able to hold you or touch you in some way as he falls asleep.

If I’ve left out any content warnings, or if I’ve made any mistakes writing for a gender neutral reader, please let me know.

[aliahm]

All the Time in the World

Crowley x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: After an unfortunately difficult birthday, Crowley provides not only some much-needed comfort, but also the one gift that you’ve wanted since you met him: your first kiss.

Warnings: Crying, angst, mentions of birthdays, kissing

(Credit for the beautiful snake divider goes to firefly graphics here on tumblr, and the green and purple divider is from Google).

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked gently, observing your utterly exhausted expression.

“What?” You replied quietly, hoping he would argue with you. “It’s late”.

Crowley stepped forward a bit and knelt at the side of your chair. “That doesn’t matter. Right now, it’s just you and me. In fact, just for now, I want you to try to ignore the bad things from today that are going through your mind, and just focus on being here, with me. Can you try to do that?”

You turned to look at him and, as your eyes met his golden ones, a welcome warmth filled your chest, and began to spread to the rest of your body.

You nodded, and he smiled softly at you. His next words were quiet, as though he didn’t want to disturb any peace he was helping to create for you.

“What would you like to do now, love?”

That ache in your throat returned, telling you that more tears would fall if given the chance.

“I’m just so tired, but if I go to sleep, it’s like I’m giving up”.

“You’ve been fighting yourself all day,” he cooed sympathetically, “It’s only natural to be tired”.

“I know.” You agreed, “But- it’s my birthday”. Your already-strained voice broke with those words, and the tears finally got their wish of dripping down your face.

Immediately he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Shh,” he murmured, holding you close as you hid your face against his chest. “I know, love, I know”.

You tried to tell him that you didn’t ask to feel this way today. You had just wanted to be happy, and you had tried so hard. Sobs and gasps left your lips in place of the words, but you didn’t need to say them in the first place. He knew.

“You had to deal with a lot today, didn’t you?” he cooed once your sobs had subsided, and you nodded wordlessly against him.

“It’s not your fault.” He reassured you. “That’s all over now, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have the day that you wanted”.

“The day is over.” you whimpered into the fabric of his shirt.

“Oh no,” he replied, “it isn’t. At least, it doesn’t have to be”.

You looked up at him with red eyes and a tear-stained face, and he wished there was someone or something he could destroy for making you feel this way.

“Tomorrow, if you’ll let me, I’ll drive you wherever you want to go, or we can stay in and watch movies all day. Plus, breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert are all my treat”.

“You and what money?” You joked, with a watery grin.

He narrowed his eyes playfully at you for a moment. “Is that any way to talk to the person responsible for your birthday cake?”

A genuine smile broke out onto your features at the demon’s words, and immediately his expression mirrored your own, as he lit up upon seeing happiness on your face once again.

“There’s no reason to wait till tomorrow though, is there?” He said, half to you and half to himself, as a metaphorical light bulb began to glow inside his mind.

“Ice cream, St. James Park”.

“Crowley, it’s the middle of the night,” you reminded him, “they won’t be selling ice cream in the park”.

“They will if I have my way”.

By this point you were beaming at him, and as you observed how much he wanted simply to make you feel better, you found yourself wondering if you should say one of the things that had been repeating itself in your mind, on that day and so many others.

You stopped yourself, but then, after spending so much of your birthday trying not to feel the way your emotions told you you were feeling, you thought, “the hell with it”.

“There’s only really one thing I want for my birthday at this point.” You told him, looking down at your lap as you spoke.

“Name it, sweetheart”.

“Well, usually this idea comes back around on days like my birthday and Christmas and all that, but- well- nobody’s ever kissed me before, and, as silly as it is, ever since I met you, I was hoping you would”.

That part of your brain that was convinced you now needed to do damage control had you hastily continue your sentence, without giving him a chance to respond:

“I know it’s ridiculous to say that out of nowhere, I mean, we’re not together, and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, obviously you don’t have to-“

“You want me to kiss you?”

You froze.

“Tell me the truth, love”.

“Yes,” you told him, without looking up, “I want you to kiss me”.

“Then you’ll have to look at me first”.

Is he- could you really hear a smile in his voice?

So you did just that: you looked at him, and you saw the sweetest of smiles gracing his lips.

Now this, you definitely were not prepared for.

He tilted his head a bit, as he admired the way your lips were slightly parted in shock.

“Come here” He whispered.

He sensed the uncertainty beneath your excitement, and he leaned in so his lips were right next to your ear.

“Relax, darling. It’s just me, remember?”

You nodded, and he pressed his lips softly to the side of your face, as if to let you know, “this is what’s about to happen”.

Finally his lips found their way to yours, and almost immediately you wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting to enjoy this moment as much as you knew how.

His kiss was gentle and unhurried, after all this was a new experience for you, and he wanted to make sure you felt safe. With him, you always had.

When he began to pull away, an involuntary whine of protest tumbled from your lips, and he grinned.

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart”.

You chased after his lips eagerly, perfectly content with the idea of doing this instead of sleeping for the night.

He guided you up and out of your chair, wrapped his arms around your waist, and pecked your lips. Those gorgeous reptilian eyes of his seemed even brighter in that moment.

“I”

He kissed you again.

“have been wanting to kiss you”

And again.

“for so”

And again.

“damn”

And again.

“long”.

“How do you think I feel?” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck once more.

“Fortunately,” he drawled, “we have all the time in the world”.

[aliahm]

“Careful what you say, and who you say it to”

Crowley x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Crowley’s had enough of your acid-tongued, disrespectful attitude, so he decides to remind you that there are consequences when you make him angry.

Warnings: Spanking (using a belt), arguing, crying, punishment, Dom Crowley, Bratty Sub Reader, mentions of pain, marks, and a reference to gags at the very end (If there’s anything I left out, let me know).

Note: This story contains BDSM themes, such as Dom/Sub interactions, punishment, and a brief depiction of aftercare (aftercare is an absolute must). However, there are many details and practices which are necessary for real-life, consensual, safe BDSM play (safewords, negotiation, etc), which have not been described here.

Both of the moodboards used for this story were made by me, and credit for all of the lovely images, gifs, and dividers used for them and for the rest of this post go to each of the individual creators and owners, thank you all. The title is a lyric from “Asking for It” by Shinedown, cause I just really love that song, so why not?

Crowley’s sharp features were twisted into an angry grimace, as he spat his next words venomously:

“You little-“

“What?” You laughed “What am I? Other than the cause of your bruised ego?”

In the blink of an eye he had stood up, and yanked you by your wrist from your spot on the edge of his desk. Now you were trapped between his body and the cold, heavy marble table.

Talk about a rock and a hard place.

“Watch your mouth.” He seethed, his inhuman eyes flashing dangerously.

“Why should I?” You scoffed, “It’s not my fault that the truth is what strikes a nerve for you”.

He pulled you forward, so close that his nose was brushing against yours.

“What’s about to happen-“ he growled, “-is your fault”.

He pinned your arm behind your back, and all but shoved you body down, so you were bent over the tabletop. You flinched as you suddenly heard the clinking of metal, as he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt. He leaned down and grabbed your chin, turning your head to face him.

“Scared?”

You scowled up at him. “Bite me”.

Just like that his lips crashed into yours, and his fangs sank into your lower lip. You whimpered from the sudden shock, pleasure and pain, and he hummed in amusement, before slipping his forked tongue into your mouth.

Who-knows how-long went by before he pulled back, and when he did you were panting heavily, practically gasping for air. Still you smiled at him.

“Is this what’s supposed to scare me?” You breathed, suddenly aware of his hand drifting up the outside of your thigh.

“No, love”. The smirk on his lips was practically dripping from his words as he spoke.

With that he stood up at his full height once again, and with movements so quick they barely registered in your mind, he pulled your jeans off and kicked them aside, leaving you in your underwear.

Of course you couldn’t see him finally pull his belt off. You only realized when you felt the harsh impact of the leather strip against your body.

You gasped involuntarily at the sudden sting. “Wh-“

Just as you tried to catch your breath, he struck you a second time, harder, and you screamed, frantically gripping the edge of the desk.

“Quiet.” He snapped.

When he spoke again, his voice was calmer, but you knew him. You knew that voice he used when he was making someone pay, and now you were on the receiving end of it.

“Time and time again, I tell you.”

Another strike,

“Don’t push me.”

and another,

“Don’t look for a fight,”

He wasn’t holding back in the slightest, and you were fighting back tears by this point, as you forced yourself to keep your mouth shut.

“because you’re not going to like what happens”.

The belt came down again,

“But do you listen?”

and again.

“Never”.

A sob fell from your lips, and you hid your face against your arm, though only for a moment, before you looked back at him with a vicious glare.

“You had it coming, and you know it.” You hissed, and he tilted his head, looking at you with a cruel, taunting smirk.

“Oh, are those tears?” He cooed, using the same hand he held the belt with to stroke your cheek. You trembled, as you felt the roughness of both the leather and his fingers against your skin at once. “Remember, sweetheart, you brought this on yourself”.

He brought the belt down brutally hard, three more times, one right after another. Your heart was hammering against your rib cage, but at the same time, it seemed to stop with each stroke. Finally you had begun to let the tears fall freely, but you still refused to let him see your face.

He wouldn’t have that, so he gripped your shoulder, pulling you up and turning you to face him.

“When will you learn?” He drawled, clearly enjoying this more than he was letting on.

“Do you expect me to apologize?” you huffed. “I won’t”.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it”.

He brought you closer to him, brushed your tears away with his thumb, then leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. He kissed you slowly and deeply, drinking you in, as his fingers curled slightly around the side of your neck. You let yourself relax into him, because even though you wouldn’t say so yet, you welcomed the affection after such an intense moment. It was especially important, because it was more than a kiss, it was a signal. The game was over.

After you pulled apart from each other, you wrapped your arms around him, rested your head on his shoulder, and focused for a bit on getting your breathing under control again.

“Back with me, darling?” he whispered, after a few moments of him simply holding you. You nodded.

“How do you feel?” he asked, and you checked in with yourself for a moment, knowing there were undoubtedly red marks across your ass, that would be there for a while.

“Just as sore as usual”.

He laughed, bringing a glass of water up to your lips, which you gladly accepted.

“You know,” you hummed, after taking a few sips, “maybe I should mouth off to you more”.

“Hah! More,” he scoffed, “as if you don’t already do it every other word you say”.

“You make it easy.” you grinned, from behind the rim of the glass.

“I doubt it’d come so naturally to you if I used this every time you did.” he mused, referring to his belt, as he threaded it back through the loops of his trousers.

“Maybe that would make it worse,” you argued playfully, “Plus, I wouldn’t want you wearing yourself out”.

Those gorgeous yellow eyes of his went wide as saucers, and his eyebrows shot up so far you could swear he was a cartoon character.

You nearly choked on your laughter. You just couldn’t help yourself.

He sighed in amusement, gently swiping his thumb against your lower lip. “Let’s just head out to dinner, yeah?”

While you got your jeans back on, he put on his jacket and grabbed his scarf, which had been hanging on the back of his throne.

“This’ll do for now.” he thought to himself, looking down at the strip of silver fabric, then his eyes flickered up to you, as you adjusted your clothes. “Definitely need a proper gag, though”.

[angelsxwords]

CUDDLING W/ CROWLEY.

i desperately need this cutie to cuddle with me so i came up with some hcs on what i imagine it would be like 🥺

cuddly. demon.

whenever you initiate a small cuddling session, he will “complain” about you being clingy and needy, but refuses to let you leave for at least an hour.

Crowley is definitely just as clingy, if not more.

cuddling is one of his favourite things in the whole universe, especially when he’s feeling a little down. Not that he’d ever admit it aloud.

likes to wrap all his limbs around you and keep you as closely as possible.

Crowley being the little spoon:

one of his many favourite positions involves him laying on top of you, nuzzling his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. It’s the perfect position for lazy neck kisses, too. Whenever Crowley feels like it, he can easily press his lips to your skin.

Being engulfed by your scent lulls him to sleep faster than anything else ever could.

resting his head on your belly is also something he likes to do. When he’s in the mood for a bit of teasing, he’ll lift your shirt and kiss you there. Bonus points if you’re ticklish, he’ll definitely try to get a few laughs out of you.

if you really want him to melt, all you’d have to do is caress his hair, stroke his cheek or that one particular spot behind his ear. Crowley can never get enough of that.

he’ll certainly be a little whiny if you stop too soon for his liking. Well, not exactly whiny — but he’ll look up at you with a pout and big, big puppy eyes. Try and resist that.

alas, it’s impossible.

Crowley being the big spoon:

he’ll tightly have his arms wrapped around you, even his wings when he feels particularly protective. Having them around you is heavenly, more comfortable than any blanket in the world.

although, sometimes, the feathers get everywhere and take a bit of an effort to clean up later on.

small kisses every now and again are a must. When you’re all cuddled up against his chest, Crowley likes to press his lips against the top of your head, or your forehead.

also likes to randomly take a hold of your hand, wherever it may be, and kiss your knuckles.

playful biting and nibbling is often involved, too. Just to tease you and have you blush the prettiest shade of pink.

whispers sweet nothings into your ear or tells you one of his thousands of stories. His voice is incredibly soothing and quiet, so whatever is said stays between the little space the two of you share.

[angelsxwords]

Hey!!! Can I get a Crowley x Reader, where the reader has bad PTSD from a bad childhood? Its established, Crowley knows about it and he knows what to do/what not to do, and he helps with it whenever he needs to. Whether it be anxiety or full-blown flashbacks, he's there everytime. Maybe one day something triggers a flashback and the resulting breakdown, and he helps her through it? I just need Crowley comfort in my life. Thanks!! :)

hi, anon! thank you so much for your request, i hope i was able to do it justice. I decided to focus more on the comforting part. hope you’re doing well, stay safe! <3

Feather’s as dark as the night, and just as beautiful, surrounded your smaller, trembling form, keeping you even closer to the demon's. They are the perfect replacement for a weighted blanket, much like the pair of arms that are tightly wrapped around you. Soothing murmurs fill your ears like lullabies, pushing the troublesome thoughts that have been bothering you into the furthest corner of your racing mind.

“I think,” he speaks, quietly, as if the slightest raise of voice could scare you away, “that, uh — the most 'hilarious' thing Aziraphale might have ever done was getting himself captured during the french revolution. Ya heard of that event in one of your educational establishments, right?”

You nod in response, all the answer Crowley needs in that moment, and nuzzle further into his chest, feeling an added weight on top of your head — his chin resting there. Slender fingers commence a journey on your back, traveling up and down, drawing meaningless patterns.

“Good, good. Well — he wanted something to nibble. Uh — crêpes. Loves those, that silly angel. And Aziraphale went there, to Paris, in the most english garments you could possibly have.”

A light chuckle escapes your lips. Lifting your head, you look at the demon with an eyebrow raised in a questioning manner. Beaming, yellow eyes meet your own ones, full of love, but filled with worry all the same. The smallest traces of tear streaks are visible on your cheeks, and Crowley feels his heart ache a little. As much of a demonic creature as he ought to be, the sight of his favourite human in distress would always hurt him.

“The most english garments you could possibly have?” You repeat, a little shaky, a little breathy. Crowley nods, not once but twice, and reaches out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, one that had fallen in front of your eye. It's a bit of a struggle to keep it together whilst knowing fully well what you are going through; he himself experiences it time and time again, too, knows what it is like. And he knows that a little distraction can always help, has learned during the time you've spent together that it helps you just as much. Thank Heaven above - or Hell below. Or whatever.

“Come on, y’know what they looked like back then, you must do. With their frills and patterns, ‘n all that nonsense. Very— very…”

“Very stylish,” you finish, sniffling, but smiling.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Crowley makes a face, his eyebrows knitted together, a frown decorating his features, "You really believe that? That they were stylish back then?"

"A little," you respond, unable to hold back a chuckle at his expression. "Don't you?" "Nah, didn't like it at all. But that's not the point - point is, Aziraphale got captured and was sentenced to, well, discorporation, if you will. And he called it having standards. Dressing like that, basically asking for trouble."

You’d say that it’s not all too surprising, really: having known the angel for a while now, you know that he has a tendency to get into such trouble, for the silliest reasons. Hearing the story certainly lightens up your mood, manages to make you laugh, if only a little. Crowley feels a bit of the heavy weight that settled on his chest vanish into nothingness.

“Thank you,” you whisper after a short moment of comfortable silence, resting your head on his chest once again. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Crowley presses a small kiss against your temple, before letting his hand wander through your hair. The gesture is almost enough to lull you to sleep, exhaustion making itself more and more apparent.

“No need to thank me, angel.”

[angelsxwords]

between the two snake boys — who‘s the “kiss you to shut you up” type and who’s the “you kiss to shut them up” type?

i love this x3 i chose tva loki for this one. hope this is okay and thank you for the request, anon!

— You know how to tease 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝘆, which is something the demon often doesn’t quite appreciate, as it could be rather inconvenient. However, he has his own techniques, his own ways to get you to quiet down. Teasing one another is fairly common between the two of you; and once he’s let you have your fun, it is time for his comeback. Just before another word can leave your pretty lips, Crowley leans in to capture them with his own ones. It’s the kind of kiss that intoxicates you, makes you lose your train of thoughts and all but forces you to concentrate on nothing but the feeling of it. It ignites a comfortably warm flame in your stomach, the warmth washing over your entire body in the matter of a few seconds. Unfortunately, it ends too quickly for your taste - always does, really - and shortly afterwards, you are met with that adorable cheeky smile of his. The demon leaves you at a loss for words, watches as you attempt to regain your composure. Crowley loves to make you flustered and immediately takes advantage of the situation to get back at you. All in good fun, of course.

— 𝗟𝗼𝗸𝗶 doesn’t know when to stop talking, sometimes. Whilst you enjoy to hear him get lost in his tales or an explanation about his powers, at certain times, his words drip with too much sarcasm - they are meant to tease, to condescend. Directing a short glance to Mobius is enough proof of the desperate need for silence; one that you just so happen to know how to achieve. You can only take so much until it drains you of your entire capability to remain focused, too. No matter the location, the best way to kindly tell Loki enough is enough is with a simple, but effective, kiss. The message is as clear as day. Loki allows himself to melt into the soothing touch for just a moment, before he pulls back with a tiny grin on his handsome features. It turns into an all but offended frown almost immediately, once the realisation settles in - although you know better than to fall for such a facade. He’s a bit dramatic about having been cut off during a very important explanation, but would never dare deny that he liked the surprise kiss.

[applepiewinchesters]

Prick (Crowley x Reader)

 REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Requested by: @trelaney

Warnings: Minimal editing, if you do find a noticeable error, please let me know and I’ll fix it!

 Crowley and Aziraphale first met you when you stumbled into the bookshop one afternoon. You fell in love with a first edition of a collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s stories, and for the first time ever, Aziraphale let you have it without much of a fuss. He wasn’t exactly a huge fan of the spooky tales anyways.

After that you came around more and more, you and Aziraphale would talk about books for hours while Crowley pouted in a corner of the shop, watching you two.

It’s not that you were a horrible inconvenience, it was the fact that Crowley had started falling for you. He loved your laugh, even when you snorted from laughing too hard, your smile could light up a room, and he could listen to you talk about books for hours, which he often did.

But you were human, you were going to die some day and Crowley wasn’t, you would grow old, your shiny hair would turn gray, and you would die. But Crowley would be remain here, only left with a memory.

Besides, you could do better right? A demon was more than likely below the standards of someone like you. Someone…sweet, kind, funny, and now best friends with an angel.

So, to deter any hint of affection, Crowley was rather rude to you. He ignored you when he could and when you two were forced together he mainly just made snide remarks, whether it be about the book you were currently reading and maybe something about your outfit.

He really never said anything nice to you, not even so much as a “hello” when you’d enter the shop.

You didn’t mind too much, you just figured it was in his nature, he was a demon after all. But unbeknownst to him, you’d fallen equally as hard for him as he did for you. Considering his attitude towards you though, it seemed him returning any affection was definitely out of the question.

Some of his remarks stung, but you tried to ignore them, even when he told you that you had the fashion sense of a blind spinster. Even when he told you your hair looked ratty, or your breath smelled, or that your taste in literature was horrendous.

Each comment you tried to ignore, but it was kind of hard when you hadn’t really done anything to him.

It hurt Crowley to see the pained look on your face whenever he’d say these things, but he figured it was better you hate him than discover how he really felt.

You usually came nearly every day now and when you didn’t show up as expected one afternoon, both the angel and the demon grew worried.

Eventually Aziraphale tried your cell phone and was rather concerned when your mother answered instead of you. She explained you’d gotten into an accident that morning, you were hit by a car when crossing the street and were currently in the hospital.

When Aziraphale hung up he turned to the demon lounging on the couch behind him, “Y/N’s in the hospital, they were in an accident this morning,” the angel explained.

Crowley felt a pang of worry in his chest and his head snapped up from the game he was playing on his phone, but he tried to keep his composure, “They’ll be fine,” he said as nonchalantly as he could, but the shakiness in his voice betrayed him.

“Crowley, my dear, I know you have feelings for Y/N, so I suggest we both go to the hospital. The next time Y/N might not be as lucky and you know that,” Aziraphale told the demon sternly.

While Crowley was a bit shocked at the demand he got up from his spot on the couch quickly, slipping the phone into his pocket.

“Alright, alright, let’s go,” Crowley said, grabbing his jacket and following the angel out the shop doors.

With Crowley driving they were there in five minutes flat and it only took another two minutes to find your room. You were asleep and your mother was gone, she must’ve been downstairs getting food.

“I’ll go find us some coffee,” Aziraphale said and left the room before Crowley could protest.

Crowley was left alone with you then, and he sighed, running a hand through his hair. You looked so small and broken in that hospital bed and it bothered him more than he cared to admit. Your face was covered in small cuts and bruises and your arm was in a sling, you really did get lucky this time.

Walking over to your bed, Crowley quietly took the seat beside your bed, leaning back as he watched you sleep.

His eyes widened when you began to stir in your sleep and he silently begged for you to stay sleeping but your eyes eventually fluttered open and you blinked a few times, adjusting to the light before you focused on Crowley.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice raspy.

“Um, angel dragged me along, he’s getting coffee,” Crowley explained, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Where’s my mum?” you asked, looking around the room.

“Downstairs, getting food, relax,” Crowley said, sounding a bit harsher than he meant to.

You sighed and nodded, turning your head away from him, he mentally slapped himself for being so rude, you were in the hospital for Satan’s sake.

“Uh…. Y/N?” Crowley asked, his voice softer now.

“Hm?” you asked, turning to face him again, surprised at his tone.

“I…I’m glad you’re alright, you had me and angel worried when you didn’t show up today,” Crowley said.

You scoffed, “Yeah, I’m sure you were so worried,” you said, sarcasm obvious in your tone.

Crowley frowned, “Why is that so hard to believe?” he asked you.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you said harshly “maybe it’s all the mean things you’ve said to me, or just the overall being rude to me for absolutely no reason.”

Crowley hung his head in shame, “I know I’ve been mean to you…” he started, but you cut him off.

“Mean would be an understatement, you’ve been absolutely horrid to me since the day we met, what did I ever do to you Crowley?!” you shouted.

Crowley hissed, standing up from his seat quickly, startling you a bit, “What did you do?!” he asked, just as loud as you were, “You came into Aziraphale’s shop with your stupid smile and your laugh and your love for books and you’re so goddamn nice to everyone. You’re everything that I could never be, and I know you could never love someone like me but I’m in love with you and it makes me so fucking angry!”

You were both shocked then, you definitely more than Crowley, who was breathing hard as he recovered from his rant, he was practically shaking with adrenaline and fear. God knows what you thought of him now.

It took a few more moments before you found your voice again, “Y-You love me?” you asked, your voice significantly quieter than before.

“Yes!” Crowley said exasperatedly as he plopped down into the chair beside your bed again, his long limbs sprawling out everywhere.

You surprised him though when you started giggling, covering your mouth to try and stop yourself, that only made Crowley feel worse.

When he got up to leave, his face growing redder by the minute, you grabbed his hand, stopping him, “I’m not laughing at you Crowley,” you said, managing to subside your laughter.

“Then why are you laughing?” he asked, throwing his hands up in the air.

“Because…I love you too,” you admitted, looking up at the demon who was now frozen in his place.

“You’re just saying that,” Crowley said, pulling his hand away from yours.

“No, I’m not, even though you were a prick to me, I still fell for you, now maybe that says something about my morals but that’s a completely different story. Right now, I’m telling you I love you, so deal with it,” you said sternly.

Crowley couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face, he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, careful of the cuts and bruises there.

“I still think your taste in books is rubbish,” he told you when he pulled away. You laughed and slapped his arm playfully, making the demon laugh as well.

Aziraphale had seen the entire exchange from the doorway and silently thanked whoever was listening for you two finally admitting your feelings for each other.

The tension was killing him, but now he’d have to deal with a different type of tension.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading and I’m gonna try and post more than one request per day, again, I’m sorry it’s taking me so long to write these, since school started I haven’t had a ton of time and I’m honestly still struggling with my mental health. But I’m not leaving you guys I could never do that. Thank you for all the love you give me, love you all! ~ Sara :)