Supernatural One Shots {requests open}

My Queen Pt 2 (Crowley x reader)

TW: mildly sexual(no smut), birth,
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-35 weeks-
You had a hunch that being pregnant with twins wouldn't be easy, but apparently you'd underestimated.

"Your children are trying to tear me apart from the inside." You say, walking into the throne room. You wince as a hard kick lands in your ribs sending pain shooting through your chest. "Shit." You mumble quietly stopping and catching yourself on the pillar beside you. He gets up quickly, walking to you a hand immediately on your sides, "I'm sorry Kitten" he answers kissing your cheek softly. You rest your hands on his shoulders, feeling him walk you to your throne. Your hips still aching, you groan slightly sitting down in the surprisingly comfortable chair.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair, "they're getting restless." You smile weakly looking to Crowley who was kneeling in front of you, his hands placed gently on either side of your large belly. "They're strong though, just like their mum." He smiles raising your shirt and kissing your bare stomach gently. You feel softer kicks hit where he kissed, smiling to yourself "I think they know their daddy's touch," Crowley just smiles, leaning up and kissing you passionately a hand squeezing your thigh. Your hands make their way to his hair, The kiss seems to steal what little breath you have, you laugh softly into the kiss. "Sir, Ma'am...are you ready to start the hearing?" You hear the assistant call. "We'll have to save this for later," he whispers, kissing you again before turning around. "I suppose so, bring in the accused." He says, returning to his throne.

After the hearing, which ended with the demon being killed, you attempt to readjust in your chair but a nerve in your side says otherwise. You take in a sharp breath, earning a concerned look from Crowley. "You alright kitten?" He asks watching you carefully. You nod, "yeah, just turned wrong," you laugh softly massaging your side. "Though it's good to see you haven't lost your dark side," you smirk. "Have to keep this lot in check somehow." He answers, gesturing around him. "Although, you're looking quite well yourself." He smirks, getting up walking to you. "Oh shut it, flattering won't get you anywhere." You smile, watching the demon extend his hand. "Then let me show you." He says, his voice deep and sultry.

You take his hand as he helps you out of the chair effortlessly, hands resting on your hips. You feel him grip your hips, pulling you as close as your large belly would allow. He moves around you kissing your collarbone and the base of your neck. He massages your back for a moment before kissing the space between your shoulder-blades. "You always know how to get me," you sigh, smiling gently. He chuckles, "I'd hope so." He says bringing your face over to meet his, he kisses you hard wrapping his arms around you. He lets his hands slide down, settling on your butt squeezing it quickly. "Someone's in a good mood," you giggle, running your hands through his hair before wrapping them around his neck. "You've no Idea, " he smirks whispering into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You kiss him hard, as he leads you to the room.

"you're mine tonight." Crowley says lowly, walking you to the bed. "I can't move like that right now" you laugh breathlessly. He smirks, "No need, a King always takes care of his Queen," he says softly, kissing you hard.

A few hours later he lays beside you on the bed, pulling you close. Though He doesn't need sleep, he enjoys being close to you and admiring your beauty.

A few weeks pass, the constant ache in your hips and feet grow. Your waddle irritates you and the children inside you never seem to rest. You're making way to the throne room alongside Crowley when it becomes harder to breathe. You feel your stomach tighten, alongside a dull pain in the front of your stomach. You stop suddenly, feeling Crowley immediately at your side. "What the hell..?" You manage, wrapping your hand under your stomach. Crowley stays silent and partially frozen. You have to call his name a few times to get his attention, "...Crowley! Babe lets go sit down."