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Crowley Imagine

Eat your heart out

Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Mild sexual content

Eat your heart out
OC Jeaneate is miiiiine

She dragged her nails across her face, screaming while she did it. Immediately one of her captors came rushing in. "What is it? What are you doing?" Shouted the older Winchester. He had found her taking the soul of a nice young drug addict and locked her up in their torture room. They hadn't hurt her, they wouldn't dare hurt her. Why? Well, not only was she the queen of hell, but she had an extremely dangerous lover. You guessed it. Out of nowhere, Crowley appeared. "What have you done to her?" He snarled. The hunter raised his hands in surrender and stepped back. "Nothing." Crowley helped her to her feet, smirking. "Hello, darling, and how was your day?" She smirked and pulled him in by his collar, kossong the corner of his lips. "Uneventful. And yours?" He inquired. She wrapped her leg around him. "Positively dull." The hunter made a disgusted sound, drawing Crowley's attention. "And you, Winchester. Come near my queen ever again and I'll push you back down into hell with my bare hands." With a snap of his fingers, Crowley and the woman dissapeared. They reappeared in a beautiful hotel room. "I can't apologize enough, my queen. What can I do to make it up to you?" He murmered into the crook of his demon wife's neck. She held back a moan and whispered, "I suppose you'll have to prove yourself." He kissed up her neck, leaving her breathless. He put his hands under her light shirt, lightly running his hands all down her back causing her to shiver. He smirked again and slowly pulled her shirt off, exposing her lace brazier to him. "And what would you have me do, my queen?" He paused, looking up at her. She pushed him down so that he was kneeling to her and took his chin. "Do nothing but what I want." He ran his hand over her bare stomach. "Is this what you want?" He whispered, moving his hand up to the clasp of her bra. She merely hummed in response and let him pull it off. He gave each of her breasts equal attention before moving down to the hem of her skirt. Hooking his finger underneath it, he slowly pulled it down. She sucked in a breath as he pulled down her panties.

"Now, my queen. What would you have me do?" He whispered, standing up slowly to tower over her. She kissed the corner of his lips again. "I'd have you fuck me dry until the reapers come for us." He straddled her. "As you wish."