Wild Eyes | A Crowley x Reader lemon series

All In

I took Crowley to my small cabin at the edge of village. It was a modest place, with a main room, the bedroom and bathroom branching off towards the back. Motioning for Crowley to take a seat on the couch while I went back to the bathroom for medical supplies. 

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" I asked, coming back and crouching in front of him. I dabbed at a shallow cut above his eyebrow. 

"I'm six thousand years old," He replied with a sardonic chuckle. 

"Smart ass," I muttered, giving him a soft kiss, then added more sadly, "Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me." 

Crowley pulled me to my feet and onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me tight, "I have a feeling it means a lot to you." 

I leaned against his chest, relaxed after the whole trial ordeal, "Crowley?" My voice was soft. The serpent peered down at me, eyes gentle and tired. 

"I know this isn't how you wanted you life to go," I said, "I know you didn't want a mate or a kid, and now you have both. But...thank you for doing all of this."

Crowley cupped her face in his palm, making her look up into his serpentine eyes, "I don't mind in the slightest. In fact, I've rather grown on the idea." 

I gave him a shocked look, "Really? You mean it?"

"I mean, if I'm going to knock up a wild Nephilim who shreds demons with a garbage disposal," Crowley paused, giving me a devious grin, "Then I might as well go all in balls out, am I right?"