Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<the best chrismas> (crowley x reader)

Summary: You insist on doing something for Christmas with your boyfriend, the king of hell himself, Crowley. It turns out, he has something much bigger planned then simple presents.

*smut warning*

You and the king of hell have been together for sometime now, and although the Winchesters didn't approve of your choice of Crowley, they still supported you. They found out, after the first few months of you unofficially dating Crowley, he wasn't being as much of a nuisance to the brothers as he normally was. You found this hilarious, of course, while Crowley feigned offensiveness. You had to admit, Crowley did seem a bit less restless. Things were running smoother then normal in hell currently, and Crowley made sure you knew it was because of you. Crowley did have his moments of irrationality and hostility, and you normally didn't step in. He did what he needed to do, and most of the time it was for the right reasons.

You walked back into Crowley's room. Your eyes scan over the brightly decorated walls. Christmas was coming up soon, and you insisted and begged that you and Crowley at least decorate the room. A few days ago, you forced Crowley to come shopping with you. You had Crowley drive around, brining him along with you so you could find Christmas decorations. You stopped at a store, climbing out of the car.
"Must we really do this? As you can tell, it isn't really my," Crowley twirls his hand, motioning to his black suit, "style."
"Yes, Crowley, we have to decorate. It's Christmas for fucks sake." You huff. "Plus, your room is so dark. It needs some personality."
Crowley lifts his hand and makes a talking motion. You glared, turned to the cart rack, grabbed some snow in your hands and threw it at him. He sputtered and swiped the cold snow from his face and off of his suit. He turned to grab some snow from the ground. You ran into the parking lot and toward the store before he could strike.
You both walked in together, heading straight for the Christmas decorations. You gasped at a rudolf tree topper. Crowley had given in and allowed you to add it to your cart. He always had a soft spot for you. Whatever you asked, he always agreed. Whatever you wanted, he got. He would never admit it, but you made him.. gooshy. You went on to grab a few strands of lights and a fake tree, because although you begged, Crowley strongly disagreed on getting a real one.
"I'm not cleaning up the damn needles." He hissed, "and I sure as hell can't keep it alive."
He argued. You gave in, it was true, he probably wouldn't be able to keep the tree alive. Once you got everything bagged and payed for, you drove back.
(Casually forgets that it's hell and you can't drive to hell :,))
Crowley snapped his fingers and teleported you two and the decorations into your room. You had Crowley hang some of the lights around the room while you got busy setting up the tree. You waited until he was done setting up some of the lights so that you could both decorate the tree together. You hung some ornaments, wrapped the tree in lights and tinsel, and called it a day. You had left the day after to buy gifts for eachother, separately, you didn't want Crowley to know what you got him.

You found yourself looking at his peaceful shirtless figure splayed out on his California king. You scrunched the towel over your hair one last time, drawing out the rest of the water. You laid the towel over the doorknob and carefully shut the door, trying not to wake your boyfriend. You wore a baggy pair of plaid pajama bottoms, the waistline loose enough to let your panties peek out. You wore a white halter top with a black bra beneath. You quietly sauntered over to the bed, slipping under the covers and crawling over to Crowley. You nuzzled your nose against his neck, his lips curving into a happy grin.
"Morning kitten." He spoke lowly, his voice deepened with fatigue. Work in hell had been a little rough the past week, and it was taking a toll on Crowley. He was stressed, and agitated, resulting in his anger coming out hotter and more vile.
"Goodmorning, darling." You smiled, gently pressing your lips against his neck. He let out a gravely hum, turning his head to the side, obviously eager to let you continue. With a small laugh, you continued kissing the soft skin on his neck.
"I bet your really stressed huh?"
You said between kisses.
"Indeed I am." He purred out with his Scottish drawl. God that accent did things to you.
"You poor baby," you lifted your lips to his jawline, skimming your tongue over his lobe, "I think I know how to help?"
Crowley hummed, his voice deep with a mixture of lust and sleep, "and what would that be?"
You shrugged, lifting yourself up and wrapping your legs around him, straddling his lap.
"I think it's best if I just show you."