#good omens crowley x reader
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"Healing Wings"
GOOD OMENS SEASON 2! SPOILER WARNING! IF YOU DID SEE IT YET, DO NOT INTERACT!
Hi!
So, I'm a mess since I finished the new season.
I tried to cope by writing something (since I'll be pretty busy for all of August). And this is the result.
Justice for my boy! He deserved his happy ending.
I wanted to thank everyone that send me requests. As I said before, I'm a bit busy but once I'll have some time, I'll write. Promise.
Enjoy!
Pair: Crowley x reader
(Hints of: Aziraphale x reader, Aziraphale x Crowley, Aziraphale x reader x Crowley)
Words: 2,8k
Genre: Smut +18, fluff and angst
Story: when Aziraphale goes away to become the archangel in heaven, Y/n and Crowley find themselves alone. They both with a feeling of abandonment. As they lean on each other for support, their relationship blossoms deeper.
English is not my first language. I'm sorry if there're any mistakes.
The ride to your house is quiet.
You don't remember much about what happened earlier. You only recall screaming at Aziraphale for deciding to go away and leaving you and Crowley alone. His eyes were covered in tears.
<< Y/n, I can- >>
<< Do not fucking bother! Go on. Go play with your little mates. Is what you wanted after all, right? >> You cut him off, returning to Crowley.
The demon looks at the scene inside the car. He doesn't hear what you are saying but can imagine by the looks of you and the angel. He even doesn't say anything about it once you step inside the car. He only starts the engine and begins to drive.
Once you arrive, you convince Crowley to come inside without effort. Once you lock the door behind you, you see him. Sitting on the sofa. He stares blankly in front of him. Or at least you think so. He didn't take off his glasses or have any intention to.
You walk towards him without saying a word. When you take your first step, it seems like he only notices your presence at that moment.
You walk to him. Crowley's gaze fixed on you, making you feel exposed.
You're now in front of him. You try to say something, but he makes the first move by hugging your legs and placing his head on your stomach. He's tired. You both are.
You remain like this for a few minutes. You caress his red hair and try not to cry, as he enjoys your touch.
He then looks up at you.
You're starting to feel a particular jolt invading your body. Something that grows deeper when the demon stands up and obscures you with his height.
He takes your chin, his thumb exploring your lips. He then kisses you. It's a needy one. A desperate one.
You start to undress one another, but when you try to take his glasses, he freezes.
<< I... I prefer to leave them on. >>
Once Nina and Maggie get out, you pop out from your hiding spot.
Crowley hears your movement but doesn't say a word. Too scared about your reaction to actually do something.
He listens. Listen to the way your clothes sound when they rub against each other. Listen to your increased heartbeat and your hitching breath, wishing he could feel it against his skin while-
<< Is it true? >> You finally take some courage.
Crowley physically can't turn to look at you, like something is blocking him. But he manages to stand up and put on his glasses. And suddenly, he feels like he can at least try.
When he turns around, your heart sinks a little.
<< No, please... >>
<< What? >>
You try to reach, but he takes a step behind, trying to have some space between you two.
<< You know that you don't need those >> you point at the black lenses << when you are with me. We've already been through this. Remember? >>
<< I would like to keep them on. If you don't mind. >>
You sigh, knowing that he's too stubborn to listen. So you ask again, trying to look into his eyes. << Is it true? >>
The demon doesn't respond.
<< It's pretty easy, Crowley. It's a "yes" or "no" answer... >>
Your voice seemed calm and amused by all of this, trying to ease the mood. But every fibre of your body tried to remain calm and not rush things.
Something was still blocking him. His pride, maybe. Or even the fear of you rejecting him. He doesn't know which.
<< I'm sorry... I-I can't. >>
He tries to exit the bookshop, but you stop him.
<< Where are you going? Hold on! Why can't you say it? What's wrong? >>
<< Because-... Fuck! >>
He walks in the room, stomping his feet like a wild horse that's been caught and imprisoned. He's trying to focus on something that isn't you and elaborate a clever way out. He's a demon, after all. He's the master of lying.
He can do this. But once he turns to look at you, he suddenly can't lie to you anymore.
<< Because it's true, Y/n! There. I said it! >>
Your heart is bursting, but you let him talk first. You feel like he needs to.
<< You don't understand how you made me feel in all these years we knew each other! I only thought that Aziraphale would be the lo... >> he sighs, trying to calm himself by rubbing his eyes. << But then you came along. So full of life and wonder, and it j-just... happened!- >>
In the beginning, he's doubtful. The poor devil thought that was an act of pity towards him, but once he comprehend that you're not going to leave soon, he deepens it. A rush of emotions adds to the kiss. Passion, desperation and relief. All put in Crowley's kiss, who is touching and hugging you like you'll disappear.
You don't even spend time saying something. You've already waited enough.
With big steps, you end your distance. You take the demon's sunglasses with one hand while the other takes the head, smashing your lips together.
You start to caress each other. Your hair, your back, your arms... All you two can reach has been touched and loved.
<< Please tell me this is not a dream and that I'm not gonna wake up in the Bentley with a boner... >> he whispered on your lips between a kiss and another.
You smirk against his mouth while pressing yourself towards him.
<< I don't know about the dream, but I hope this isn't something you have in your pocket. >> You replied, touching his clothed erection.
The demon growls, squishing the flesh of your hips under his fingers.
<< You're playing with fire, doll. >>
His pushes are erratic and hopeless. Like he can release all that pain he's feeling.
But suddenly his pushes stop. You feel his hold tightening as he's afraid to lose you too. Little and muffled sobs start to fill the air as the demon tries to hold you as close as possible.
<< Crowley? >>
You caress his head, trying to escape his grip to look at him.
<< I'm sorry... >> he muffles in tears.
His head is against your chest. Tears are starting to wet your skin.
<< Hey... No, no, no. Hey, look at me. Please, look at me, Crowley... >>
You take off his glasses. Once you look at his eyes, your stomach tightens. His eyes are full of sorrow, ache and distress. And it all makes you feel awful. It's like you can't do anything to make him feel better...
You manage to take his face in your hand. You voluntarily start to caress his cheeks with your thumbs while you look into each other's eyes. And what you see breaks your heart.
Crowley's lips are a little parted, quick breaths leaving and entering his mouth. His cheeks are starting to get wet too. The eyebrows narrowed in an expression of pain.
The demon makes a face, like he has something to say about that, but you don't give him the chance.
<< I-I'm sorry. I should not... >>
He tries to avoid eye contact.
<< No, hey... Hey. It's okay, darling. It's not your fault. >>
<< But it is! >> He finally looks at you. << If I wasn't the way I am, maybe Aziraphale- >>
<< Do not dare finish what you are about to say! >> You snap.
Your voice is trembling with anger and pain. How could he think that?
<< I don't know what that idiot was thinking. But he shouldn't have said that! And mostly, you mustn't even consider that! How could you even think that there's something wrong with you? That you're the messed up one?
<< Every time I look at you, I fall in love with you even more. I love everything about you! How you say that you're evil and not nice after saying or doing the sweetest and most beautiful things that even an angel can't do! You are infinitely better than a legion of angels. Aziraphale included. >>
<< Aziraphale does not define you, my love. I know that it fucking hurts. Him choosing heaven over us hurt me, and I can't imagine how heartbroken you must feel right now... But he had no right to tell you to change for him. Love is not like that. Love is not changing the other person. Love is feeling like you own the fucking world! Like you've been struck by lightning every time you see them... Love is supposed to make you feel like this. >>
You take his hand and place it against your chest. Your heartbeat is accelerated. The demon can feel it under his hand and thinks it's the most beautiful music he's ever listened to in centuries.
Your eyes lock one last time. Every limb of your body is linked to the other, trying both be close.
You discover that you're crying once Crowley slowly slides his hand from your chest, then to your neck and to one of your cheeks, wiping the tears from your skin. He then cups your head with both hands, leaning closer to kiss the new tears forming. Your eyes are closed. You try to enjoy this moment that you indulge with the other. You put your hands on Crowley's wrists, rubbing them with your thumbs. Suddenly you feel something odd.
<< You have a heartbeat... >>
You open your eyes only to see that Crowley is already looking at you.
Under your fingers, you can feel his fast heartbeat.
<< I didn't know you had one. >>
<< In your defence, I didn't tell you... >> replied, starting to wander his hand along your hips. He felts like the luckiest entity in the entire universe.
<< Is it supposed to be this rapid? >>
You see him smile a little, then look at your eyes.
<< Didn't you say that love was supposed to feel like that? >>
Crowley leans closer, one hand on your hair. Once your lips meet, you feel fireworks spreading all over you. The demon's lips are so soft against yours. Kissing you with gentleness as if you were made out of porcelain.
You blush and smile.
He does the same. The first real smile after Aziraphale's departure, even if it's little.
His trusts are slow but deep.
Then, he slips the other hand around your hips, bringing you close as he thrusts deep inside you. A moan dies in your mouth.
Crowley smirks a little before he resumes kissing you. His hands are both on your hips as he's helping you move.
Your eyes are locked as your messy breaths get mixed. Sometimes you kiss, but you prefer to look at each other. You can't explain why. You just feel a deeper connection between you. Like you are making love with your souls too.
-.-.-.-.-.-
You continue moving without saying a word. Smiling, touching, squeezing and scratching (on your part) one another.
And when you come, it's like you feel complete and truly loved.
Your foreheads touch as you start panting and giggling.
Moments before, after you got dressed, you asked your favourite demon if he could pick a movie while you were calling your favourite takeaway restaurant.
<< What are you doing? >>
Crowley quickly turns towards you. A pillow is still in his hands.
Once the call ended, you saw his figure walk the hallway one last time before disappearing. You came to understand that he went outside, in the garden. You decide to sneak out and follow him.
As you were talking with one of the staff, in the corner of your eye, you could see Crowley walking the hallway front and back multiple times. Different things in his hands every time he passed in front of you.
You were so curious and amused that you almost forgot you were ordering food.
Under the moon's soft light, you can see that the grass is covered with blankets and pillows. Over them, there's a bottle of wine and two glasses; while the outside was filled with battery candles.
You can't move or form a single sentence. Your mouth, on the other hand, is curved in the most beautiful smile the demon has ever seen.
Crowley's now looking at you. A nervous smile on his lips.
<< Surprise!>> He throws the pillow on the blankets with the others. << Do you like it? >>
<< I-I... don't know what to say.>>
He walked closer, putting his hands on your hips. << I thought we'd have a post-love-making/little night picnic date under the stars. I figured it'd be nice to talk about the constellations and all that celestial stuff you enjoy while we get drunk. >> he smugly smirks as he hears your chuckle.
-.-.-.-.-.-
With a snap, the two glasses get filled. Crowley passes you one. << What do you say? >>
<< I'm all yours.>>
He smiles at you and kisses you passionately.
<< You know... I've always wanted to ask something. >>
You two have just finished eating and are now on the blankets, cuddling and trying to get drunk.
Crowley has spent all dinner talking about the stars. He also told you about his time as a nebula creator. You could see a sparkle in his eyes as he spoke. Some sadness behind it, too. Even if he tried to hide it.
Crowley was amused by all of this.
<< Shoot. >>
<< What's it like having someone making up stories about your work? You know, the constellations and so on... >>
<< Oh. Well... I don't mind. It's like reading- What is that you read... Ehm... -Yes! Fanfiction. It's like reading a fanfiction. I don't mind. >>
You chuckle, a little flustered. << I don't read fanfiction! >>
He brings the glass to his lips. << Oh yes, you do! Every time I see you with your phone and reading something, you always giggle and kick your feet- >>
<< How dare you! I do not! >>
<< Oh, yes, you do! >>
You laugh. Your face turn all red by now. << You liar! >>
You both chuckle and lean against the other. The demon's free hand is now running up and down your arm. His head is on yours as he leaves a kiss.
<< Thank you. >> you said, breaking the silence. << I loved all of this. >>
Crowley smiles, proud of himself. << Glad you like it. >>
He put his glass near yours and made them touch. A little high-pitched "tin" followed after. << To the perfect night. >>
<< But I have to admit... >> You continue, teasingly raising an eyebrow. << you seemed flustered when I found you setting all up.>>
<< Flustered? Me? Nonsense!>>
You chuckle, leaning in to peck him on the cheek. Your affectionate gaze never leaves his.
He couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth in his heart that had nothing to do with the wine.
<< Jokes aside, you know how to make a moment last forever.>>
Crowley looks at the wine in his glass. A soft and smug smile on his face.
<< Well, I must admit, this wasn't originally on my plan... >> he confesses.
<< What do you mean? >>
Crowley shifted slightly, trying to find the right words to explain himself.
<< I mean... I had planned to take you and... Azirapahle out on a proper date tonight. >> He admitted, his voice soft and hesitant. << I wanted it to be perfect, you know? Wine, dine, and all that... >>
A suffering smile is on his face as he gunks down his wine.
<< I wanted tonight to be special...>> he softly admitted, looking at his empty glass before grabbing the bottle. << You know... after a week of... well, hell. >> He pours the rubin liquor. << For you. For me... for him. For us. >>
You take his hand and kiss it. << Well, I must say, this night picnic under the stars was a perfect first day. >>
He looks at you, uncertain. << Really? >>
You kiss him and nod, smiling. << Today was hard... >>
<< Yep. >> he takes another sip of wine and clicks his tongue.
<< But this has been the best date I have ever been to! >>
He smiles, looks again into your eyes and says only two words: << Thank you. >>
You know that he's not talking about the date.
You kiss him again and look at him, stroking his tattoed cheek.
<< Don't even mention it. >>
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it's just us now
crowley x demon!reader x aziraphale
requested by: @cool-iguana
summary: after aziraphale leaves, you and crowley must move on.
warnings: sad :( but also comfort
a/n: i had to jump between writing this and a different fic because this was making me sad and the other was basically me kicking my feet while i giggled. that will be out soon:) for now, enjoy
you stood beside crowley's bentley, staring in silence across the street. crowley stood on the other side of the car, also unable to utter a word.
aziraphale entered the elevator that would bring him back to heaven, and you couldn't do anything but stare. your eyes had been glossed over, as if a painter had brushed on their protective coating on a finished painting.
the car felt as if it was your grounding object. it was the only physical thing letting you know that you're here- that crowley is here. he's not leaving you too. you'll still have crowley.
part of you was hoping that your angel would change his mind. that as he took a short glance at the two of you that he would come back to you, back to his bookshop.
that you could all be together on earth, on your own side.
but his words repeat in your head, like a broken record.
"nothing lasts forever."
after the doors close, you clear your throat, forcing yourself to keep from crying.
"well, i suppose it's just us now." you say softly, opening the passenger door and falling into your seat.
as crowley gets into his own seat, he remains quiet for a moment. when he starts the engine, the radio began to play a nightingale sang in berkeley square.
as he swiftly turns it off, you sniffle. "we should've known being with an angel wouldn't work."
your voice is quiet, but in the silence of the car it seems so loud.
crowley nods somberly, placing his hand over yours.
"we should've known."
the ride home was spent in silence, the only noise was the humming of the engine.
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after a while without the angel that completed your relationship, you and crowley were able to move on.
to leave old memories behind, you managed to find a new apartment. you filled it with plants that thrived- whether it be through their fear of crowley or your green thumb. you even opened a plant nursery for something to do.
some nights, the pain would return.
you would wake from a dream of your angel, sharing a dinner or all of you cuddling on the couch with a cup of tea.
tears would be falling from your eyes when they opened, and at the smallest sound of a sniffle, crowley was awake.
he was there to pull you into his arms and offer to make you a cup of tea in a whisper.
"i just need you," you'd tell him.
that was all he needed to hold you tight and wrap the blanket snugly around the two of you, his thumb carefully rubbing shapes into your skin to lull you to sleep.
on the rarer occasion, you would wake up to find him missing from the bed, a sliver of light filtering in through the bottom of your door.
you would carefully get out of bed, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and leaving the room to find him sitting on the couch, staring off into nothing in silence.
you would make a cup of tea before sitting down with him, sharing the blanket and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"are you okay?"
"i will be."
you'd nod, wrapping your arms around his waist and dozing off until you wake up in the morning, back in bed with crowley cuddled close.
eventually, you'll be okay.
the remaining pain will fade away and your life will continue without aziraphale.
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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.
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Dark Glasses - Crowley x Reader (Platonic)
Sooooo, Nanowrimo was a bust, but you know what that means?
We're back with the fanfiction train! Choo Choo!
also reminder that requests are open! (just check out my guidelines first)
Wordcount: 1.9k
Summery: Friends support friends even when your friend is actually a demon but especially when your demon friend just got shot down by his long time angel crush.
The same man has been coming to your bar since you started working there five years ago. The other bartenders told you he's been around since you opened 20 years ago, he never gives his name and comes in with dark glasses no matter what time of day it is or whether the sun is out or not. Although unlike most regulars he doesn't have a specific drink he always orders. Sometimes it’s a rum and coke, sometimes he goes for a more classy bottle of wine, sometimes he'll even order a straight shot of liquor but he always tips well.
You call him 'Dark Glasses'. You could have called him redhead seeing as his hair was the most vibrant red you'd ever seen. There was no way it was natural but that wouldn't be fair to him. Some people can get very touchy about red hair.
Instead you called him dark glasses.
Dark Glasses came into your bar one day, sauntering over in the late afternoon, not an unnatural occurrence. The bar was basically empty with the exception of two friends that got a head start on the night's drinking.
Dark Glasses sat down and you could feel the loss and pain flowing off of him, not like how you can tell with people. It wasn't his expression or body language that gave you the impression though, it was as if you felt his emotions. As if they were ebbing off of him.
"Give me whatever's strongest" He said and you nodded, something told you he needed to drown out his sorrows.
“One bone dry martini coming right up” you said.
As you mixed his drink you periodically looked over at him, the poor guy was thrown over the bar as if it was the only thing keeping him from crying.
You walked over to him and handed him the drink.
"There you go sir" You said and he perked up only slightly, took the glass from you and downed the entire thing in one go.
"I'll need another one" He said, pushing the glass back in your direction.
You stared at him, "That, that was a glass of straight vodka. three shots of vodka." You said, stunned.
"I thought you said this was a martini" The man mumbled.
"Yes, the glass is coated in a little bit of vermouth, that's what makes it so dry... You just downed three shots of vodka like it was nothing" You said.
"Got a high tolerance, now can I get another one please?" He asked and honestly you were a bit too stunned to say no.
After two more though you knew he was done. Normal people, even those with a high tolerance like he apparently has can't drink more than 6 shots of vodka without getting drunk and he was drunk.
Mind you, not the fun kind he normally is. You're familiar with Dark Glasses when he's drunk. He slurs and gets very bold and flirty as well as clumsy, though not touchy which always surprised you. Now though, now was different. Now he was a sad drunk. Moping all around the bar. He could barely walk, instead he swayed from side to side and his flirting, something you could usually count on to raise your spirits, became lowley grumbling.
"I think that's enough" You said, taking what little remained of his third glass and pouring it out.
"What? No! I'm fine" He tried to say but struggled with the last word.
"No, you're drunk. You can stick around but the only thing you're getting is water" You told him and he made a face that almost looked like a snake trying to give puppy dog eyes.
"Come on Y/N, you know me, I can handle anything" He said, pulling you by the sleeve over the bar.
He's never initiated contact like that before. Not with anyone.
"Alright, that's enough. Go home" You told him and he deflated.
"Can't," He said.
"What do you mean can't?" You asked.
He had a home. He'd told you about it. A nice flat in mayfair with lots of plants.
"Can't. Don't live there anymore" He said and you looked genuinely surprised. Is that what has him so down in the dumps? Was he evicted? Did the bank repossess his apartment?
"What about that bookseller friend of yours in Soho? Can't you stay with him?" You asked and he shook his head.
"He's gone. He went to heaven" Dark Glasses said.
"Oh I'm so sorry" You said, maybe that was why he was so down.
"How about this, I finish my shift in a couple hours, you can crash on my couch" You told him. You'd never have said this to anyone else but you knew Dark Glasses. You knew he was sweet though he hated when someone pointed it out and you knew he needed help.
"You would do that for me?" He asked and you smiled.
"What can I say, you tip really well" You joked and managed to get a chuckle out of him before he went back to moping.
A few hours later He was leaning on you as you walked him out of the bar. Somehow still just as drunk as when you'd taken away his last drink.
"Wait, wait, wait, how are we going to your place?" He asked.
"Car" you said. He wasn't heavy but keeping him walking in a somewhat straight line out was difficult.
"My car?" He asked.
"No. You are not driving. My car" You told him and led him over to where your slightly beat up old car was parked.
"Now come on, in you go" You said, trying to help him in. It took a minute but he managed to shimmy in comfortably enough for someone with very little control of their extremities.
"I don't like this car" He complained.
"Too bad" you told him, got in and drove off.
"Why are you helping me? You're never this nice" He slurred.
"You're never this mopey" You retorted.
"Yeah but, but..." He trailed off.
"We're almost there just don't fall asleep the last thing I need is to try to drag you up to my place" You said and he nodded.
"Don't worry, I won't, I can sober up whenever I want" He said and you shook his head. Sometimes Dark Glasses said the craziest things when he was drunk. Sometimes he'd say them when he wasn't drunk but that was neither here nor there.
You eased him through the door to your flat and he smiled.
"You have plants, very nice Y/N" He said and you smiled.
"Thank you now you go sit down before you collapse all over my floor" You told him and he did as he was told, sitting down and then sprawling himself over your couch.
"He used to do this too, when I was too drunk, he'd bring me in and tell me to sit" he slurred and you turned to him, confused.
"Who?" You asked.
“My angel” Dark Glasses said. You came over to him with a glass of water.
"It's hard, when someone dies. Grief is a powerful thing" You told him and he shrugged.
"I wouldn't know" he said, slurping down the contents of the cup.
"Just sleep. You'll feel better in the morning" you told him, spreading a blanket over him and placing the cup on the coffee table.
"Try to make it to the toilet if you puke" You told him and went to bed yourself.
Crowley had never been hungover. He'd always sober up before it got to that point but this time he didn't. Even the thought of sobering up made him think of his drinking sessions with Aziraphale.
But Aziraphale left. He went to heaven and left Crowley to drown out his sorrows the human way.
The first thing you woke up to was the loud sound of someone vomiting.
"Please god let him have made it to the toilet" You said to yourself, throwing off the blacket and going to check on your mysterious guest.
She must have thought it would be funnier to scare you because Crowley in fact made it to the toilet. Luckily.
Crowley was practically puking his life out, once it was all out, at least for now, he heaved.
"How do humans do this?" He asked. He had half a mind to miracle it all away.
"With years of practice" You said, making your presence known.
"Ahhh!" He shouted, falling back on his butt only to rub at his head and groan, "Ugh". Now everything hurt even more than before.
He still had his sunglasses on, though the bathroom lights were off and the sun hadn’t even come up yet.
"I always thought you were pretty strange but now I'm starting to wonder if you're sane at all" You said.
"If you're worried I'll go crazy and attack you, you needn't be." He said quietly and you rolled your eyes.
"As if you could with the way you are right now, you look like you've been dragged through hell" You said and Crowley looked back down at the toilet.
"Oh you have no idea" He said.
At this point he was simply sitting criss-crossed in front of the toilet so you sat down on the bathroom floor next to him. Checking the time, it had only been a few hours.
"I know you've gotten drunk before, have you seriously never been hungover?" You asked.
"Never" He said.
"I don't think I believe you" You said.
“Well it’s the truth” He said.
“You are one strange specimen Glasses” You said.
“Glasses?” He asked.
“Oh, um, you never told any of us at the bar what your name was so we just called you Dark Glasses… cause you’re always wearing your dark—”
“Yeah I get it” He said. “It’s Crowley by the way”
“That’s quite the original name” You said.
“Used to be Crawley but that was a bit too” He made a hissing noise with his tongue and you noticed it was thin and split, like a snake’s.
“You know sometimes I wonder if you’re even human with all the strange shit that comes out of your mouth” You joked and Crowley laughed and then smirked.
“You wanna know a secret?” He asked.
You looked at him skeptically. “Do I?” You asked.
He shrugged, “It’s up to you really” He said.
“Then, yeah I guess”
“I’m a demon” He said.
You chuckled.
He didn’t laugh.
“No”
“Yes”
“I was the serpent of eden” He said, smiling.
“That’s not– no… cause that would mean that god” He nodded, “And satan” He nodded again.
“The world almost ended four years ago” He says. It’s almost as if seeing your reaction is helping him get his spirits back.
“You can’t just drop a bomb like that and move on!”
…
“How come it didn’t?” You asked.
“We convinced the antichrist that the earth was actually pretty nice” He said.
“We?” You asked.
“Aziraphale… and I” He said, his voice dwindling.
“He’s that bookseller friend of yours right?” You asked and Crowley nodded.
“He’s the one that died, I’m so sorry Crowley” You said, putting a comforting hand on Crowley’s shoulder.
“He didn’t die.” Crowley said.
You looked at him, “But you said he went to heaven”
“He’s an angel, my angel” Crowley said, his voice wasn’t a white, it was more just, sad and full of grief.
“He went off to become the new supreme archangel of all of heaven” Crowley said, this time he was in fact whining.
“Well then, he could come back” You said but Crowley shook his head.
“Not after he said he forgave me” He said.
“Forgave you for what?”
“Kissing him,” Crowley said sorrowfully.
Oh.
“I’ll go get us both some wine” You said.
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Iris
Pairing: Crowley x human!Reader
Summary: “When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.” Or, Crowley finally decides to tell you, his human lover, that he is a demon. He's justifiably terrified.
Word Count: 2.0k
Warnings: hurt/comfort
a/n: shout out to the wonderful anon that chucked me headfirst back into my good omens' obsession. anyway, I'm not saying you should listen to Iris whilst reading this but–
Crowley loved your eyes.
Well, he loved the entirety of you. But there was just something about their alluring shade, the way they watched him so intently and with softness he couldn't recall last being regarded with. Their divinity reflected that of the cosmos themselves. Crowley should know, he built them.
He never really understood the whole ‘eyes are the window to the soul’ line before you. From Crowley's, albeit limited understanding, souls didn't have windows, and even if they did, it wouldn't be a very good indicator of one's character. Even the bleakest of days look more promising from behind the safety of a window.
You were the one to change that perception, to take it in gentle hands and mould it into something softer, more sentimental. You proved to him that maybe there was some truth to the verses he'd heard poets recite again and again over the millennia. When with you, Crowley could feel the unconditional kindness beaming from you like rays from the sun, a readiness and willingness to be good that made him fall for humanity all over again.
And yet despite everything your eyes inspired in him, you were yet to see his own. And for good reason. Crowley still didn't understand what miracle, (or lack thereof) had transpired for you to be with him, but he did know that he wasn't about to put it at risk. You were his anti-thesis; made up of all things good and loveable. The thought of how quickly you'd leave the moment you saw his eyes and all they stood for was one that plagued him daily. But on the other side of the coin, Crowley couldn't disregard the fact that you deserved to know. You deserved the truth. You deserved so much more...
It was time for the bell to toll.
And so, Crowley followed his usual routine of picking you up after your shift, only this time the music was cranked up double what it usually would be (already deafening) in an attempt to drown out his frantic overthinking. The windows shuddered with each guitar solo and Crowley was sunk so far down in his seat his foot was pressed uncomfortably against the gas pedal. If it weren't for the fact that the Bentley was somewhat sentient, he probably would have swerved off the road a mile or two back.
The moment he set foot in your home an uncomfortable burning sensation shot up his spine. He cursed whoever had blessed your house before realising that said uncomfortable feeling was in fact a combination of both his nerves as well as the conscious he forgot he had.
The drive back to the flat was tortuous, for Crowley at least. Your hand was on his thigh as he drove, drawing circles into the fabric. The ever-alluring sound of Freddie Mercury's voice droned on in the background as Crowley rehearsed what he wanted to say, swapping out words and rephrasing sentences before restarting altogether. The closer he got to home the more hopeless he began to feel and by the time he was holding the flat door open for you Crowley fought the urge to find the nearest cave, catacomb or other undisturbed dwelling to take a century-long nap in. He just wanted to wait this whole thing out.
The reminder that you wouldn't be here in a century served as an adequate kick in the arse as he closed the door behind him.
His shoulders were slumped and his steps slow as he moved through the apartment's halls in all their bleakness. The only room in the entirety of the flat that had any real colour was his conservatory, filled to the brim with succulents and tropical plants. The moment he entered said room he was met with the sight of green leaves and an earthy scent heavy in the air. It was an impressive sight, really; plants that stretched feet off the ground, leaves proudly pointed skyward, (although given Crowley’s presence it is far more likely this display was out of fear.) Ivy vines had begun to climb up the walls, something Crowley had intended to deal with before deciding he was rather fond of how they contrasted the greyness of the polished stone they clung too.
Among it all, in the very centre of the botanical display, the plant you'd gifted him proudly sat. A purple Iris, its petals bright and its leaves healthy and succulent. Its scent was sweeter than that of the other plants and the flower, despite its size, did not seem intimidated by the impressive foliage that surrounded it.
Crowley’s fingers delicately ghosted over the leaves. the sentimental side of him liked to believe that the flower’s flourishing beauty was because it had been gifted to him by you. Something about everything growing better with love. The more reasonable part of him acknowledged that it was due to the fact the plant had been placed nearest to the window as well as being the first watered each morning and night. The battle between his sentiment and rationality was nullified by the fact that you were also the reason the plant received such treatment, favouritism having quickly steered his hand.
You just had that habit about you; inspiring beauty whether you meant to or not.
As Crowley studied the flower that in so many ways reminded him of you, he imagined the leaves becoming dry and shrivelled, of the royal purple petals withering beneath his touch. He pulled his hand away.
He found you reclined along the couch, one arm covering your face whilst the other hung weightlessly off the side of the furniture. Your dramatic pose was reminiscent of some tragic renaissance painting and the sight was one that inspired such fondness Crowley didn't even mention how you had your feet up on the fine velvet.
“Tired, love?” He asked instead.
“You have no idea. Today was an utter nightmare.”
Even whilst talking about the most mundane of things your voice was siren-like, resonant with divinity. Crowley could listen to you for hours, for the rest of his life. Until his immortal heart stopped and the earth beneath him turned to ash.
“I feel better now that I'm here with you.”
The words sent a dagger into his side, the following guilt twisting it in place. He moved to join you on the sofa and with a gentle tap to your ankle, he watched you move your feet before taking a seat beside you.
Your eyes were on him, he could feel it. The tension in his body and the seriousness of his expression was not something you were used to. He spoke before you could voice your concern.
“There's something I want–” He swallowed. “Something I need to tell you.”
“Okay.” Your breathy laugh that encompassed the word was an admirable attempt to hide your nerves but Crowley knew you better. “What is it?”
Silence followed.
Crowley opened and closed his mouth a few times, no words passing from his lips despite how hard he tried to voice them. There was a building pressure in his temples and he felt like his forked tongue was tied in a knot.
“Crowley.” Your hand travelled across the plane of his thigh and grabbed his own. It was a comforting touch yet he fought the urge to pull away. “What is it? You're scaring me.”
Another twist of the dagger.
“I– I just, it's that...” Crowley made a noise that fell somewhere between a groan and a whine. “I... I'm–” foreswearing words altogether, he reached for his glasses. With shaking hands, he pulled them away. “I'm not... good.”
He couldn't bring himself to look at you, to see the horror and fear in your eyes. “I'm quite the opposite actually.”
He felt your hand leave his own, the skin you'd once touched feeling bare. His chest hurt, his eyes stung and when he finally turned to you your fear and disbelief sent another sharpened blade through his chest.
“What–” The word fell quietly, the beginning of a sentence you'd never finish. Crowley took the liberty of answering regardless.
“Demon, unholy horror, the reason children are afraid of the dark.”
When you said nothing, he continued.
“I wanted to tell you. I should have told you. I never meant for this to go so far. I tried to stop it so many times but then you'd say or do something and I– just never wanted it to end. And I know that's selfish but–” Crowley motioned to his eyes. “That's what I am. Selfish, unforgivable– a bad omen.”
As his words set in you remained unmoving. Your eyes hadn't left his, not since he'd pulled off his glasses and laid everything bare.
“Love...” There was another stretch of silence and Crowley felt like he was drowning; like he was back at Mesopotamia with wind and rain at his back and a wave so large it blended with the sky fast approaching on the horizon. “Please, say something.”
You said nothing.
Rather, you raised your hand against his cheek, thumb timidly tracing beneath his eye, as if to ensure it was real.
Crowley flinched.
“This is what you've been hiding from me? All this time.” You asked. “And here I thought you just really didn't like the sun.”
Crowley blinked a few times, lips falling in a frown. He backed away from your touch.
“Crowley...”
“You've just found out that I'm evil incarnate and you're making jokes.”
“What would you prefer I do?”
“I'm a demon.” Crowley ensured to emphasise the word. “I'd prefer you did what anyone else would do.”
‘Leave.’ This part was silent. ‘For your own sake.’
You didn't waver. Your hand fell back against his shoulder, testing the waters and when he didn't pull away you continued.
“From my understanding, demons are supposed to be cruel, unlovable. So if you're a demon,” your hand ventured to his neck, Crowley's eyes falling shut despite himself as you traced his jaw. “Then no offence love but you're not a very good one.”
Crowley couldn't quite place the feeling that took hold of him at your words, but it left him feeling both hollowed and relieved. His eyes stung again, but this time he was smiling.
“You're being far too conversational about this.” His fingers encircled your wrist, he could feel the steady beat of your pulse beneath his thumb. “This really doesn't bother you..?”
You shook your head. “And even if it did, I'm in too deep now to get hung up on something like that.”
Crowley tried to think rationally but instead, he thought of the beauty of the cosmos, of dark purple petals and perfumed air. Of your eyes and their warmth and this time the idea of a withering flower didn't even cross his mind.
“You're sure about this, falling in love with a demon. Dangerous business, that.”
“I'll take my chances,” you mused. “Besides, being without you is the only real hell I can imagine.”
Crowley chortled, boyish and pure, a noise that certainly should not have come from a demon. "Aziraphale been loaning you his books, has he?"
“No, but I am trying to cheer you up." You gently nudged his side. “Is it working?”
Crowley's reaction told you it was. His eyes in all their vibrant brilliance shone so bright you felt you were staring at the sun. When he reached for his glasses, your hand worked on its own accord to stop him.
“Leave them off, please? I want to see you." Your words were cleansing and for the first time in an eternity, he felt worthy. Worthy of adoration, of love, of you.
Crowley kissed you, and you did not wilt.
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My Angel
Warnings: smut and fluff
Y/n was a human, but they had a Angel and demon friend. The trio met when Y/n was searching up a bookshop that was nearby. They had heard about Aziraphale and Co, and decided to go there. When they had arrived at the bookshop, they were greeted with a warm smile and welcome from Aziraphale
Crowley was there, and was looking at them with his sunglasses on. “Hello! I’m Y/n. I just came to look around this place, if that’s alright” Aziraphale was amazed by how kind they were since people usually knew where to look for specific books. “Of course! If you have any questions, please don’t be afraid to ask” they smiled as Crowley continued to examine the human
Aziraphle had noticed, and felt uncomfortable by the situation. “Okay!” They say cheerfully as they now went to look around. Aziraphale went to pull aside his friend out of curiosity. “Why were you just staring at that human?” Aziraphale asked him
“I think that’s the human that hell’s been talking about. The sacrifice soon to come” Aziraphale had gasped, and soon placed his hand over his mouth. “That’s them?” Crowley nods his head as Aziraphale looks over his shoulder to look at them. Y/n looks at the angel now as the angel looks back at his friend
“We need to do something about it Aziraphale” Crowley says, which makes Aziraphale nod his head in agreement. “We need to get closer towards them, and- I actually don’t know where to go from there, but we’ll figure it along the road” Crowley explains. Aziraphale nods his head
A year in of the friendship, Crowley found himself falling for the human as they were also falling for him. Aziraphale had let them leant some of his books, since he knew they would return it in perfect condition. Aziraphale also hadn’t picked up on the subtle hints of his two other friends sometimes flirting with each other in front of him
Aziraphale would be upset if he found out what his two friends really felt for each other. Aziraphale knew Crowley wasn’t too keen on following rules of either side, but a human being with a demon would just raise chaos 
Y/n was currently in their car just driving home to meet up with Crowley, since he had a surprise for them. Whilst they were driving, fire came out from under the road covering their car and them
Crowley had realized how much time had passed by, and was getting worried. He gets up from their couch and headed towards his Bentley. Before he could reach the door, Y/n appeared in front of him after flames had vanished away from around them
He was shocked, but then he realized what happened. “No no no… this wasn’t supposed to happen to you, not like this at least. Fuck! I should’ve told you” Crowley takes his glasses off now. Their iris was black and their pupils were blood red. They had demon wings and scars all over them from the fire
“Crowley I’ve always known this was going to happen” they start which confuses him, but was more freaked out when he woke up to them tugging him awake. It had turned out he had fallen asleep while waiting for them, and also had taken his glasses off to reveal his eyes
He looks at them as they now stopped. He felt the buildup of tears coming, but he wasn’t going to show his tears to them. They looked at his eyes in awe, and had always wanted to know what they’ve looked like. Crowley sits up, but the two kept looking at each other
“You have such pretty eyes Crow” they complimented as they wanted nothing more then to be on top of him or underneath him, but they contained themselves since he had just woke up from a nightmare. He blushes as he places a hand on their cheek
They blushed now, as he now kisses them on their lips. They returned the kiss, and soon found themselves on top of him. They pulled apart as a smile forms on his face now. They had no clue why he was acting like this, but if they knew the dream he had-
“You really think I have pretty eyes?” He asked them, which makes them nod their head. He kissed them on the lips again. Soon Crowley and Y/n’s clothes were both ‘magically’ gone. This makes Y/n pull apart now in confusion
“Would I scare you off if I told you I was a demon?” They kissed him on the lips as a response. Y/n had already had a massive crush on him, but him being a demon adds to it. Their lips moved to his collarbone to leave hickeys now
He moans as they marked him. Once they we’re done, he switches positions with them. He begins to leave hickeys on their neck now. They moaned as his hand grasped onto thigh. “Hmph” they moaned. Once he stopped leaving hickeys on their neck, he asked them if they really wanted this
“Yes Crow” they say calmly, despite being horny as fuck. He lines up his cock with their pussy, and then enters. They moaned, and then grasped onto the side of the cushion to keep steady. He starts at a steady pace while his hands go on top of theirs
It was quite nice, but in the back of Crowley’s mind was fear that Aziraphale would knock on the door to look for his friends. “What’s wrong?” They asked him since they noticed the worried look on his face he had for a second. “Aziraphale would be so upset if he caught us. We’re not supposed to fuck humans. I never liked the rules on either side however, but he does” Crowley explained as he find himself not enjoying the moment because of how terrified he was
They felt bad, and told him he can definitely stop if he’s not comfortable at the moment. He had stopped, which didn’t make them upset. He had laid down next to them, and held onto them tightly. “We can do it when you feel more comfortable doing so Crow. No need to rush” he smiles at the comment they made, and even if he knew damn well that they would’ve said something like this regardless, his mind always goes to these thoughts of what they’d never say
Crowley knew he could never tell Aziraphale about eventually calling it official with the human. He was just too scared, despite how long he’s known him, it still just scared him. Y/n and Crowley only made out, since that’s all Crowley was comfortable with at the moment. They didn’t mind at all, and was completely understanding the whole time
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Me? Three chapters deep into a Crowley x reader miniseries?
It's more likely than you think
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Can some one PLEASE make a fic based off of I Can See You by Taylor Swift PLEASE GOD IM STARVING
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Can someone guide me to the NON POLY Crowley x reader stuff? I've gone through everything I can find that isn't poly, and I'm in need. 😭😭😭 Don't get me wrong, I adore Aziraphale, but not in anything resembling a romantic notion. 😅 More, best friend, older brother, type. No hate on poly, it just pulls me out of the story if it's poly, and I don't feel romantically inclined toward all involved. 😅 I'm not talented enough to write it myself. 😭🤣🤣🤣
Reward is my unending love, and support. 🥹🥹🥹
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"Notes of Chaos"
Hi everybody!
Since Good Omens season 2 is almost here, I wanted to share some of my ff with you.
The pairing is not between Crowley and Aziraphale, even tho there may be one of them in the future. They are so cute together and I ship them, but I think I'm not that good at capturing their ineffable love. Idk, I hope it makes sense...
This is my first time publishing a smut ff. I'm a little nervous lmao.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! Let me know if that's the case!
Pair: Crowley x Gn!reader
Words: 2,6k
Genre: Fluff, smut +18
Story: After the Armageddon, Crowley has been kicked out of his apartment and now he's living in his Bentley. You and Crowley are good friends, so you propose he stays at your place for the moment. He accepts, even tho he's reluctant. Days pass and you and the demon are coming to get closed and closed until one night, at a party...
-Engish is not my first language. So I'm sorry if there are any mistakes-
Every person that has known y/n would describe them as someone that has an infectious smile and bright eyes that light up even at the littlest thing.
They had always been fascinated by the idea of supernatural creatures, and as soon as they learned that Crowley was a demon, they were drawn to him in a strange and intriguing way. Despite their human nature, y/n was open-minded enough to accept Crowley for who he was.
Ever since the demon had entered their life, they had discovered an unexpected complicity with him.
After weeks of living together, Crowley had become accustomed to y/n's company and their eccentricity. Though at first, he'd been reluctant to accept their offer of hospitality, he'd gradually come to trust them and realized that he couldn't have found a better person, apart from Aziraphale of course, to share time with than them.
One evening, Y/n enthusiastically approached Crowley while he was immersed in one of the many blogs about plants that the demon followed.
<<Hey, some friends are planning a party this night. Five minutes from here. Would you like to come with me? >> asked, trying to hide the excitement.
Crowley lifted his eyes from the phone and looked at Y/n, considering their proposal. Initially, the prospect of a party didn't seem very appealing to the demon, who preferred to spend the evenings alone or with a few people he felt comfortable with. But then, a thought crossed his mind: perhaps, this would be an opportunity to get closer to them.
After a short pause, Crowley nodded.
<<Yeah, sure. It'll be fun.>>
Y/n eyes immediately lightened up as they embraced him enthusiastically.
<<Crowley, you'll love them! And I'm sure they'll love you too!>>
In the evening, the two walked towards the meeting place.
Crowley followed Y/n. As they passed through the neighbourhood, the lights of the adjacent houses cast a welcoming atmosphere on the whole street.
When they reached their destination, the music and the sound of laughter greeted them. The party was on an elegant terrace, above a very chich club, with upbeat music and some people already laughing and dancing.
Crowley noticed that Y/n was like a fish in water, in the midst of people, while he preferred to remain cold. Still, Y/n's presence offered him a sense of comfort he'd never experienced before.
<<Come, Crowley, I want you to meet my people!>> They insisted, gently taking his arm and leading him.
The demon found himself in a various circle of people: there were artists, musicians and people with eccentric clothing.
And if before he felt out of place, at that moment he felt at home.
He left himself carried away by the festive atmosphere and found himself laughing and joking with guests who weren't Luna or her friends.
Maybe it was the alcohol.
Yes, it was definitely the alcohol.
As the evening wore on, Crowley realized how gorgerous and charming Y/n looked as they danced lightly. He was beginning to love the way their eyes sparkled with a particular light when they talked about something that fascinated them or when they talked to their friends… The way their nose crunched when smiling or laughing…
The hours passed, and the party continued in its fervency.
Crowley and Y/n found themselves sitting against the railing of the parapet. The bright colour of the lights created a magical and intimate atmosphere in some way.
There was no need to talk much. They seemed to understand each other even without many words.
<<Crowley>> Y/n said, placing their hand lightly on his.
<<Thank you for coming with me tonight. It's nice to have you here.>>
The demon smiled. A sweet one that he rarely showed to others.
<<Yes. I'm happy too. It was a... pleasant evening.>>
They were smiling at each other when suddenly the DJ spoke, telling everybody that the night was almost ending and that he was putting on the last songs.
Immediately, Y/n took Crowley by the arm, dragging him into the dance floor. The demon didn't know whether to feel bothered or amused by their gesture. He chose the second option.
The music was loud, but that didn't seem to bother Y/N, who danced carefree and sensually, as if there was no one around them.
Crowley found himself mesmerized by their presence. His ancient and mischievous soul recognized Y/n's attraction and excitement, and the thought made him smile. He even thought that they would have been a heaven of a demon.
He let himself go to the music, allowing Y/n to lead him on an intoxicating experience.
The evening had revealed a side of them that Crowley had never seen before: a wild and charming person, capable of awakening new sensations in him.
With an amused smile, Crowley followed Y/n's movements, letting the music surround them both. He no longer cared about the outside world or his worries. The only thought that mattered to him was sharing that moment with them.
At one point, they moved even closer to Crowley, their bodies almost touching. The heat and electricity between them seemed to increase. It wasn't just the music that moved them, but a mutual attraction that was growing more and more.
In a playful tone, Y/n whispered in Crowley's ear over the noise of the music. <<You know... we could wreak some havoc together! That would be fun.>>
Crowley smiled, realizing that they were playing with him, but at the same time seeing a small spark of truth in their suggestion.
<<We could, but you know, I've spent millennia wreaking it… Maybe I need a break, gorgeous.>> he replied winking behind his black glasses.
Y/n laughed, looking down as they resumed letting the music wrap around them. Trying to hide their blushed cheeks.
Something in hearing their laughter snapped in him and, without them realizing it, the demon slipped behind, grabbing them with one hand, which he held on their stomach, and pulling Y/n towards himself, continuing to dance.
Although Y/n seemed to never stop laughing, they felt their breath short for a few seconds.
Crowley's touch made them shiver, but not in the way they expected. It was an electrifying sensation, a combination of awe and pleasure.
They turned to him, meeting his leering gaze, and their heart started pounding even faster.
<<Crowley.>> they whispered, almost out of breath.
The demon answered them with a knowing smile, moving closer. << Sounds to me like you need some guidance, Y/n. I can help you with the pacing if you like.>>
Y/n smiled. And immediately after they let themself be completely caught up in Crowley's grip. They felt his strong, warm hands on their skin as his rhythm joined in an intense, sensual dance. The heartbeat quickened the breathing of both mixed.
As they danced together, Y/n felt the heat of Crowley's body against theirs, a magnetic energy that seemed to grow stronger and stronger. It was as if their souls touched, opening the door to a deep and mysterious understanding.
The more they danced, the more Crowley closed them, letting themselves be overwhelmed by their aphrodisiac smell; the more Y/n grinded and danced against Crowley.
There were no words, just the music enveloping them, and their emotions melding together.
Y/n felt like they were in a trance, fascinated by the way the demon treated them. His touch was electrifying and everything they needed in their life.
Crowley, on the other hand, was surprised about how Y/n could push his emotions so high. In every movement, in every touch, he felt the pull of their power, humanity and irresistible energy. He had gotten used to being cold and calculating, but with Y/n, everything seemed different.
They continued to dance, letting themselves be guided by the music and the intensity of the moment, until they felt the demon's crotch behind them, letting out a sigh of pleasure. Which didn't go unnoticed by the demon, who gripped them closer.
He leaned closer to them, leaning into Y/n's ear, grinding more.
He spoke with a husky and amused whisper. <<Do you like dancing with me, my dear? >>
Y/n moaned softly. << Yes...>>
Crowley's hands trailed up Y/n's hips as his sensual movements made them feel alive like never before. It was as if the whole universe was concentrated at that moment.
The demon's hands squeezed them tighter, their bodies moving in unison. The dance floor felt like their kingdom, where they could express themselves without fear or judgment.
The music surrounded them more, leading them into a whirlwind of emotions and desire. Every movement, every touch, was filled with passion and mystery.
Suddenly, it stopped.
But, even though the song ended, the connection between the demon and the human was still strong.
They stopped to stare into each other's eyes, not saying a word. The short breaths were due to the movement and desire they felt towards each other.
Crowley was breathing heavily too, looking at them through his glasses with an impenetrable gaze.
<<Follow me. >> he ordered, breaking the silence.
Y/n didn't have to hear it again. They let the demon grab their wrist and followed him, slipping through the crowd that had resumed dancing.
As soon as they got out, Crowley pushed Y/n against the nearest wall, approaching them with an intense expression in his eyes. Their lips met passionately, hungry for each other. Each kiss was a promise of pleasure and togetherness.
As Crowley brushed his hands against Y/n's skin, the contact ignited a fire that spread throughout their bodies. They felt the heat emanating from the demon, an intense and overwhelming feeling that made them want him even more.
Y/n's hands hooked on the collar of Crowley's jacket, pulling him closer. They could feel the hardness of his muscles against their body, and the energy emanating from him made them shiver with excitement.
Their breaths mingled, quickened by the desire that burned them from within. There was no more room for inhibitions, just the will to indulge in an uncontrollable passion.
As the kiss deepened and deepened, Crowley moved his hands over the curves of Y/n's body, exploring them with desire and reverence. His fingers traced lines down their back, leaving a trail of fire on their sensitive skin.
Y/n moaned in pleasure, responding to Crowley's touches with smooth movements of their body. It was as if they were in perfect harmony, dancing to an ancient tune of passion and desire.
The pressure of the demon's body against theirs intensified, and Y/n could feel their arousal spreading now. It was an explosion of sensations, a shiver that shot through their spines and spread through their entire being.
As the kiss broke off, leaving a line of saliva that united them, their gazes met once again. There was a promise of lust and affection in those golden eyes. An intensity that made their heart beat even faster.
<<Crowley...>> whispered Y/n, their voice full of desire.
The demon smiled at them. A smile full of mischief and affection that only they could see.
Y/n bit their lower lip, their body vibrating with a desire that was impossible to ignore.
<<Crowley, please... Fuck me.>>
Without saying a word, Crowley took Y/n's face in their hands and kissed them again hard and passionately. It was as if they were two souls on fire, consuming each other.
Crowley's hands moved impatiently, exploring Y/n's body with uncontrollable hunger, starting to free both of the encumbrances of pants/and dresses.
Their breathing was irregular, their moans mixing in the night air with the muffled noise of distant music. It was a symphony of desire, a crescendo of sensations that carried them higher and higher.
The demon picked them up, pressing them against the wall, and Y/n wrapped their legs around him, welcoming him. Crowley began to playfully rub his hard erection against Y/n's core, who moaned impatiently. A sly smile was on his lips.
<<Crowley... please!>>
<<You know what to do, sweet cheecks.>> replied grinding harder against them.
Y/n tightened their grip on the shoulders of the demon, who watched them in amusement.
<<Crowley-… fuck. Please, fuck me hard. Ruin me! Ruin other people for me. >>
With a sudden movement, Crowley thrust all of him hard, causing them to let out a strangled cry of pleasure.
<<Fuck. You're so deliciously tight! ...Can I move?>>
<<I'll kill you if you don't!>>
Their bodies moved in unison, dancing in a timeless, erotic choreography. Each movement was a promise of pleasure, a celebration of the intense connection between them.
The more the demon moved, the more the human felt they were about to come.
As Crowley's trusts quickened, Y/n understand that he was close too. They could hear him gasping and grunting in pleasure, feeling Y/n's core squeezing him just in the right way. He tilted his head backwards, moaning and grunting into the free air as he had his way with Y/n.
<<Oh, my- fucking god! Yes, baby! Just like that!>>
The blasphemy and the tone of their voice were his last straw. His movement quickened more, while his pushes became harder.
They soon came together: Crowley feeling his cock sweetly being milked by his lover's soft walls, and Y/n feeling his warm seed coating and filling them.
With their bodies still vibrating with passion, Y/n and Crowley remained embraced against the wall, wrapped up in each other and seeking the breath and the sweetness in each other's embrace. Their skins touched delicately as if they wanted to keep every spark of that magical moment.
With the accelerated beat of their hearts in the background, they exchanged an intense kiss, full of gratitude and complicity.
Their warm skins pressed together as heavy breathing filled the air around them. It was as if time had stopped, leaving room only for the present, just for the two of them.
Crowley continued to support Y/n in his arms, his golden eyes fixed on their y/e/c. His hands caressed them delicately, almost as if he were touching a precious work of art. They felt every touch of the demon on their skin, an electric hiss that made them shiver with pleasure. He seemed fascinated by every inch of the human's body as if he were exploring an unknown and fascinating world. Every nuance, every curve, seemed to be etched into his mind like a symphony of beauty.
<<You're so gorgeous...>> Crowley whispered hoarsely, the words spoken with worship and adoration.
Y/n smiled, feeling loved and wanted in a way they had never experienced before.
<<And you are extraordinary. >> answered softly.
Their gazes met again, and deep in Crowley's eyes, Y/n could read a mix of emotions: desire, passion, but also a vulnerability that made him even more fascinating.
The demon's lips explored their necks, leaving a trail of hot kisses. His sensual bites on their skin made them quiver with pleasure, blending sweet with spicy in a symphony of sensations.
Y/n's hands tangled in his red hair, pulling him even closer. They felt his heart beat in unison as if they had become one soul.
They lost track of time. It was just the two of them, immersed in a world of their own, a world of desire and pleasure that enveloped them like a whirlwind.
Suddenly the kissing stopped and Y/n felt Crowley's strong arms wrap around them while his head was buried against their chest. As if he wanted to protect them from the whole world and at the same time, wanted to protect himself.
They welcomed him gently, feeling the warmth of his body next to theirs. Making the demon feel loved.
In the silence of the night, their breaths calmed.
<<What a way to provoke havoc... >> he remarked, amused. Y/n chuckled.
<<We should do it more often. >>
The demon turned his gaze to look at them. A smirk full of love and devotion on his face. <<Yeah, we should.>>
He brought his face closer and kissed them passionately, keeping their head in place with his hand.
<<I think it's time to go home...>> suggested Y/n with a smile.
<< Yes, I think so too.>>
He carefully set them down, asking if they could stand on their own.
Once Y/n felt more comfortable, they dressed each other again and then left the party together. Crowley's arm was placed over their shoulders.
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crowley's duties
crowley x reader
requested by: anonymous
summary: just the sweet stuff crowley does for you
warnings: just fluff
a/n: this is a new format for me, i've never really done it like this so i cannot for the life of me remember what the style is called. but i felt it was most appropriate format for this prompt, so enjoy!
-crowley as your boyfriend is an absolute dream
-your friends always tell you how jealous they are because their partners never did as much as he did
-he will always tell you how beautiful you look, no matter what you wear
-while his gestures are simple, they always make you swoon
-he'll open the car door for you before you can even think of doing it yourself
-similarly, he'll jog ahead of you to open any doors for you
-literally pique gentleman
-if you forget your umbrella and it starts raining, he will hold his over your head, not caring that his clothes are getting soaked
-on your birthday and other holidays, he goes all out for gifts
-anything that was mentioned in passing was carefully written down and you would have it by the end of the year. he made sure of it
-you'd be getting gifts on any random day too, it doesn't have to be special (because every day he has with you is special)
-"aw crowley, what's this for?"
-"well, i saw you looking at it the other day and figured i should get it for you"
-when he meets your parents, they absolutely love him
-he's super polite to them and you gush about how well he treats you
-after he is worried that he didn't do good enough but you assure him that they loved him
-which they had, because they reacted very differently to him than past partners they hated
-your mother even texts you to ask about updates, whether or not you've talked about marriage
-and when he does decide he wants to propose, he goes all out
-he even asked for your father's permission, despite you telling him you didn't care if he approved or not
-he takes you to a lovely beach and ahead of the sunset he sets up rose petals and a picnic blanket
-then as the sun sets he pulls out the most beautiful ring
-who would've thought you'd marry a demon? certainly not you
-but you best believe he won't ever stop opening doors or holding an umbrella over your head for you
-because, in his words,"it's my duty to you, love"
#good omens x reader#crowley x reader#good omens crowley#goodomens#good omens prime#good omens#good omens crowley x reader
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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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today I watched this mini series of Casanova with David, I have never cried so much at the last of a series, David was really good even if at the beginning it seemed very strange to me being Italian, but I really liked this series 😭❤️
#david tennant x reader#david tennant#david tennant fanart#fourteenth doctor#14th doctor#casanova 2005#casanova david tennant#10th doctor x you#tenth doctor x reader#doctor who#doctorwhoedit#tenth doctor#georgia tennant#crowley x reader good omens#good omens crowley x reader#good omens#crowley x reader#crowley#broadchurch season 2#broadchurch s2#broadchurch alec hardy#alec hardy#alec hardy x reader#alec hardy imagine#fourteenth doctor x reader#14th doctor x reader#14th doctor x you
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I’m gonna try to write some fan fic so if y’all have any requests I’m doing these fandoms
For the requests you need to add either a headcannon or scenario if it’s not a headcannon list request!
Broadchurch (Alec)
Doctor who (9 and 10)
Good omens (Crowley, Aziraphale, Hastur, fur fur)
Tf2 (any tf2 character except soldier, scout, and spy)
Half Life (Gordon Freeman, Barney)
HLVRAI (Gordon FEETman, benry, Tommy, Bubby, coomer)
Overwatch (any character)
Spiderverse (Miguel, spidernoir)
Ofmd (Stede, Ed, Izzy)
What We Do in The Shadows {movie} (Viago, Anton, deacon,Vlad )
I do character x reader (any gender reader!) I do not do character x character Srry
I do fluff, smut, headcanons, HC alphabet, and a lil angst but not too much
#alec hardy x reader#furfur#hastur good omens#good omens crowley x reader#tf2 sniper x reader#aziraphale x reader
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Congrats on 4k!!! That is just amazing!!!
My request: Dining at the Ritz
Character: Crowley (Good Omens)
Themes: anxiety / over stimulation / toxic family situation (nothing too heavy, just verbal homophobia) / some reminders from Crowley about self care
Note to author: Hope you’re doing amazing!! Have a wonderful day/evening! If anything I said in my request doesn’t make sense, please let me know 🌟
Also, it is okay to post my letter publicly
Hello dove,
I know it's odd, hearing from me like this. I've tried your phone a few times, alright maybe more than a few times, with no answer. I reckon things may be feeling a little too much at the moment so you're taking some time for yourself, which I'm so very proud of you for. I figured the letter would be a softer approach, no irritating notifications you feel obliged to answer, (I suppose encouraging the creation of social media can be jot down as another one of my failed temptations, ey?)
Speaking of temptations, I know how difficult it is to not give in to that little voice in your head, that nagging ball of miserable thoughts that fills your mind with all the bad things and pushes out the good. It's so easy to give in, to think there may be some truth to them. But I've been here a long time, sweets, and one thing I know about humans is that you're a resilient lot. Every single hardship that has been thrown your way you have overcome and that's not an easy feat.
You are so strong, dove. Never doubt your capability. I mean, you helped us save the world for Satan's, for heaven's, for somebody's sake!
On another note, the bookshop feels quiet without you around. Whether you choose to believe it or not, angel and I really feel it when you're not here; leaves a very you-shaped hole in our lives. I hate it, knowing that the people you're surrounded with at the moment don't appreciate you as they should, don't see you how I do. That they would take the things that make you so irreversibly you and turn it against you, it makes me feel anger of the likes of which I haven't felt since I last visited the fifth circle. And that was well– hell.
It's just– it's very important that you know how much your existence means to me. You're so incredibly strong and resilient, a perfect personification of humanity. And I know I don't say it often, not as often as I should anyway but I care about you. Just look after yourself, alright? Don't forget the sleeping and eating and drinking and all the other stuff your lot needs to do to keep those human engines running.
Aziraphale sends his love, I'm sure you can probably feel it now, that warm sensation in your chest. It's the least we can do at the moment.
I'll speak to you soon, dove.
Yours insufferably,
#I hope the letter finds you well <3#and that it brightens your day even a little#rynsfandomsfun#ali's 4k celebration#crowley x reader#good omens crowley x reader
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