Imagine Crowley has a confession for you

Crowley X Reader

“We need him, whether you guys like it or not.” You stood in front of the demon, your hands on the blades you kept in your pockets, ready to pull them at any second. The Winchester’s exchanged surprised glances at your behavior. “You kill him, I kill you. Got it?” You looked between the two, waiting for an answer other than their shocked facial expressions.

“What has gotten into you?” Dean growled, taking a step towards you. You pulled out one of the blades and rested it against your thigh, a subtle threat.

“I’m doing my job without letting my emotions get the best of me. You should try it sometime.” You snapped. Dean’s jaw clenched, obviously more than annoyed with you. This was out of character for you. You always showed Sam and Dean the upmost respect, but something about the man behind you caused a shift within. You knew you had to protect him.

“Then you deal with him.” Dean pointed a finger at you, something a father would do to his daughter, and then turned to leave, Sam following behind. Sam looked over his shoulder at you, concern in his eyes. You sighed, giving him the smallest of smiles to reassure him. Once the Winchester’s were gone, you turned to face the cause of the situation.

“That was quite the show, Poppet.” Crowley smirked. “Seeing you get so defensive over little old me gets me bothered in all of the right ways.”

“Shut up.” You snapped, running a hand through your hair and pulling up a chair so that you could sit across from him. “I just need you to tell me about the deals going on in this town. There’s too many and we don’t know how to stop them all.”

“You don’t. They’re deals, (Y/n). Once those morons lock lips with one of my demons, that’s that.” He shook his head at you. “Why don’t we talk about something else, yeah? How about the way you can’t stand to see me tortured and beaten? Or the way you’re constantly trying to justify the evil things I do?”

“Don’t try and turn this into some twisted romance. I’m here to save those peop-”

“Romance? I didn’t say anything about romance, Kitten.” Crowley raised his brows, feigning innocence.

“I don’t care what you said.” You threw your hands to your side, starting to get aggravated.

“How about you tell me why you haven’t pulled a knife on me for pissing you off when you were so quick to threaten Moose and Squirrel. They’re like family to you and you were ready to kill them to protect a demon.” He was getting inside your head. You stood up from your seat, turning away from him. You considered pulling out your other blade, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Why couldn’t you do it? You shook your head, annoyed with yourself. “You know, I’ve done the same thing.” You turned back to him, confused.

“What are you talking about?” You almost snapped.

“Have you never found it off that none of my demons have ever come after you?” He asked. Honestly, you never really thought about it, but now that he’s mentioned it, you can’t remember a demon ever attacking you specifically. “That’s because when the thought even crosses their mind, I take their head off their shoulders.” Crowley’s eyes were following your every move. “Because I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You blinked, more confused than ever. “Listen, I just want to know how to stop-”

“No, you listen.” Crowley interrupted. “You’ve been dancing around this for far too long and I know damn well if I’m not the one to say this, you never will. We care for each other, (Y/n). We protect each other, we go out of our way to make sure only good things come to one another. What does that look like to you?”

“Are you trying to say that you’re in love with me, Crowley?” You walked towards him.

“Well, when you say it like that..” Crowley raised his brows and looked to the floor. “Yes, I guess that is what I’m trying to say.”



Originally posted by sonyondan


Warnings : love hate relationship, mention of sleeping with a Winchester, jealous Crowley

The look on his face was enough to stop you in your tracks.

“What is it now, my dear?” Your tone was dripping with mock innocence as you slowly began to approach the red eyed demon, sure to sway your hips. You knew exactly what you had done and you knew the consequence for your deliberate actions were not going to be pretty.

“Why must you defy me?” Crowley’s eyes roamed your body as he spoke, pausing on the purple bruise on your neck. You knew exactly why you did it, but for some reason, you wouldn’t own up to it. You just wanted to have his complete and undivided attention. You wanted him to know that you needed him. You needed him to make the next step. “And with a Winchester? Really, (Y/n)? I thought your standards were higher than that.”

“I come home to you every night, obviously my standards aren’t that impossible to reach.” You quipped and watched the way his jaw twitched with annoyance. The two of you were always going back and fourth with each other like this and you didn’t think you would ever grow tired of the constant banter. Fighting with Crowley made life exciting. “It’s not like you’re interested in pursuing a serious relationship with me, so why shouldn’t I have a little fun? I’m young and beautiful. I deserve some authentic love every now and then.”

“Oh, darling, what you deserve, I am too kind to give to you.” He growled, taking the final step between the two of you and maneuvering his hand to the back of your head, tangling his fingers through your hair. “Authentic love? You don’t think the love I have for you is genuine?” His voice was soft now and he stared into your eyes, giving you the feeling that he was racking through your brain for answers before you could even give them.

“I’ve yet to hear you say.” You uttered almost sheepishly. “I’ve been going mad trying to figure you out, Crowley. I honestly can’t tell if you’re madly in love with me or if you would love to feel my bones crack between your hands.” You admitted. All of your feelings were suddenly coming to the front of your mind and once you started, you couldn’t stop. “At least when the Winchester fucks me, I know he’s savoring it.”

Crowley spun you around so quickly that you almost fell to the floor, but instead, you fell on your back, landing on the softness of his mattress. He was on top of you now, cupping your face in his hand and breathing over your mouth. The proximity was over whelming.

“Believe me, my precious little girl, I savor every moment we spend together.” He brought his lips roughly down to yours, thrusting his tongue into your mouth and tasting every inch of you. “And I’m going fuck you better than that Winchester ever could until you realize how much I do love you.”

Un-blur the blurred lines.
I rather know your hate.
I rather know your love.
Than to stand in-between and not know either.
—  The burdens of indifference
@abillionlittlethoughts (Hina Syeda)
You’ve made me hate myself but I still seem to love you.
You’ve made me feel worthless but I still seem to love you.
You make me feel like its always me doing the wrong but I still fucking love you.
You make me feel like life isnt worth living but I still for some reason love you.
I dont know why im still here, I dont know why I keep letting you hurt me, and keep coming back to you. All I know is I love you. And I hate my self for doing so.
—  LQ3

a loaded god complex + a mix for love hate relationships ; “we fight, we break up – we kiss, we make up” {listen}

1. "she’s a lady" by forever the sickest kids ; 2. "anyone else but you" by the moldy peaches ; 3. "foundations" by kate nash ; 4. "E.V.O.L.“ by marina & the diamonds ; 5. "you” by the 1975 ; 6. "i like you so much better when you’re naked" by ida maria ; 7. "sugar we’re going down" by fall out boy ; 8. "right girl" by the maine ; 9. "mandy" by the jonas brothers ; 10. "just the girl" by the click five ; 11. "teenage dream" by boyce avenue (katy perry cover) ; 12. "she’s killing me" by a rocket to the moon ; 13. "kiss with a fist" by florence + the machine ; 14. "stay stay stay" by taylor swift ; 15. "girl inform me" by the shins ; 16. “i must be dreaming” by the maine