•thinking about Sevika being used to being the bigger/stronger one in relationships and actually being on the other end for the first time
•thinking about Sevika who internally screams when her partner lifts some heavy ass shit effortlessly and the way her muscles flex while she does so
•thinking about Sevika getting carried to bed while she's sleeping because she completely logged off when she threw herself on the couch after a long day at work lmao
•thinking about Sevika getting the thoughts fucked out of her by a dick that NOT even a woman of her size should be able to take
•thinking about Sevika getting fucked open and folded and railed in every position known to man🩷
•thinking about Sevika bouncing on the strap and sitting on her partner's face and having the time of her life doing it without worrying about being "too heavy"
•thinking about Sevika liking the hand size difference she has with her partner despite her hands being large enough
•thinking about Sevika giving an assjob to the strap😫(she's not throwing allat to waste)
•thinking about Sevika letting herself being vulnerable with someone
tw; suggestive language, cursing, MDNI, reader stands up for herself, meanie!simon turned into soft!simon, angry!reader, misunderstandings to lovers. fem!reader (chubby, yes, mostly what i write, i gotta give my girls some love.)
You were used to you being the only person without a boyfriend. You were used to people looking at you, or bullying you, and at first it hurt, sure, when you were a kid. But you were used to the people now, you were done being the laughing stock of everyone. It's been a long time since anyone's insulted, you for one reason;
They know you bite.
Working a dead-end job in a coffee shop with customers either rude or sweet, it's a constant mood change. It's like an emotional rollercoaster, and most of the time it all ended in a shit-show. But whenever anyone's really ever hurt your feelings, you never bit back during your shift. You did it afterwards, when you were off your shift, when you had nothing to lose.
Your manager loved you. Sweet and bubbly, never rude, only after shifts. You knew who to treat right, and you knew who to treat with just a decent amount of respect, never more than they deserved it. He loved it about you, besides, you reminded him a lot of his daughter.
He stepped into the shop, he walked like he owned the shop. Blonde hair, tired eyes, you've seen his type before. And you hated it already. Just wanted to punch him in the face. You knew he was gonna be bitchy, maybe make a comment on your weight. You were prepared for all of it, even for your snappy comments.
But that didn't stop you from being respectful at first, because even looks can lie.
"Welcome to Whisk And Steam, what can I get started for you today, gentlemen?" You asked, noticing his friend behind him. Looked like a scot.
"If anything, looks like we need to get YOU started on a weight loss journey,"
Looks like the "looks can lie" didn't hit this time.
You really weren't in the mood for this, so you tried being nice again. That usually gets them to shut up. "I'm sorry sir, could you please order? You are keeping up the line."
He chuckled and looked at you up and down. "No, you're keeping up the line. You're keeping up the whole place, lady. Isn't your manager afraid you're gonna eat everything on here?"
You snapped.
"Isn't your mom afraid you're gonna do drugs? With that look in your eyes, Coffee isn't the only thing you're addicted to." You crossed your arms and tilted your head. "Are you gonna order the fuck up, or are you gonna leave the store?"
His eyes widened, and he swallowed. He was caught off guard for a second, he didn't expect you to snap back. "Feisty." He said, before continuing; "Looks like that mouth does do things other than eat. It can yap too."
You grabbed him by the collar. "Listen here man I don't know who the fuck you think you are, either be respectful and nice, or just go. Seriously, you don't have to be an asshole just cause you don't feel good, and if you're gonna be like that anyway, can't you be a little more original? If you have such a big problem with my weight you can either-"
And that's all he heard before he cut off. He looked at your lips while you talked and grabbed his collar, just couldn't keep his eyes off of you. How can he be manhandled into that? He couldn't keep his eyes off of your chest, either. So plump, soft.. How could he focus on anything else, when you were so close? Who cares if people see him ogling at a bigger girl, it's only normal.
Who the fuck even cares? He wasn't even insulting you because he meant it. He was feeling in the mood to fuck with some people, but he found you attractive. Besides, bigger girl, more to love, more to grab, yeah? He wasn't the type of guy to say only dogs play with bones but...
He sure as hell considered himself a hungry lion.
He was wondering what your mouth could do, other than snap back. Hell he was imagining it, so bad...
"- Or just leave! Which one's it gonna be?!" You asked, angrily, and that's what snapped him out of it. He stayed silent for a few seconds before leaning away from you and scratching the back of his head with an awkward smile.
"..A date?"
A/N; something something very happy to be here ty for all the attention something something sorry this was rushed i have therapy tomorrow so i gotta scram</3
Things will be gender neutral. May switch between using they and you for referring to reader. Will be sfw with some minor implications otherwise. But nothing explicit.
💜Jax x Chubby Reader Headcanons💜
Jax seeing you for the first time and instantly feeling something he's not used to. There's just something about you he likes (it's cause you're chubby and he adores that shit.) Instantly he loves to mess with you right away. Messing with your head, trying to freak you out, oh how he loves seeing your reactions. Especially if you're someone that does react to it like Ragatha or Gangle. If you're someone that doesn't react, it just means he has to try harder and he does enjoy a challenge.
Jax secretly glancing at your body every single time he can. You look so squishy and huggable. He doesn't care about personal space so any time he wraps an arm around you or squishes your chubby tummy or your thighs or your fat arms, it seems relatively normal. Because it's him just trying to mess with you, right? Meanwhile inside he's savoring the feeling of it. If he could bring you back to his room and just hold you next to him in his bed, he would. But he's not going to let that show. He's the asshole that hates everyone and he doesn't need anyone seeing how he really feels.
Even though he hides it as just enjoying messing with you, he ends up getting pretty close with you. If he is able to make you laugh then it makes him swoon even more. Seeing that smile on your chubby face and your belly move as you laugh. It is like heaven to him.
If you're the type to be his partner in crime, he will absolutely fucking love it. Usually no one is into his little tricks and pranks and jokes. It's weird at first to him, but he's happy to have it. He's even willing to share the keys he has for everywhere with you. It also lets him have a perfect excuse of inviting you over to his room or even forcibly inviting himself to stay the night in your room.
Jax doesn't really do boundaries. He doesn't really care. So he will love to feel you all over whenever he wants. If you react to it then he'll just love to see the way you react. Especially if you're someone insecure about being chubby/fat since we can't always help it. He will love to tease and make you all insecure for his own enjoyment. When secretly, he absolutely adores you and sees no reason why you should feel bad. It doesn't matter what other people think so why do you care when it's not even their body? He can't understand it one bit.
If it ever became serious that you were fucked up over how your body looks, he would feel so fucking guilty. He'd probably start leaving secret notes and other things to make sure you're still caring for yourself. Even if there's no need to eat, he will share food as if making sure you're going to eat right. Last thing he'd ever want is to see you abstract or hate yourself. He'd even lay off the jokes about your body as soon as he sees how serious it's getting. Of course it won't be obvious, but he'll even include little jokes that encourage you about your body. Things like "You have the body to take on the world" "Bigger is better, right?" "You don't really have that body, do you? I'm sure some random person out there will love it." It can sound mean or like another mockery of you being bigger, but he's just trying to make it not obvious that he's genuinely wanting you to feel better after his cruel jokes putting you down. After all, if anything changed with your body (if that were even possible in the circus) or if you abstracted because of him making fun of your body, he has no idea what he would do. Though no one will ever obviously know how he feels.
Imagine if you're someone that can see through him. Oh he would hate that, but it would also only make him love you even more. Someone that sees him and understands him even when he does so well at hiding it all, at pretending he doesn't care and hates everyone, at feeling like nothing matters with them trapped here. It'll send him into a spiral for a bit. Often messing with you even more and especially getting to squeeze and hug and feel your body more. Because to him, that chubbiness is a comfort. Like hugging a stuffed animal. It feels soft and safe. Even if it's for a few seconds while messing with you, it makes him feel better. He cannot understand how someone can see through him and understand him. It makes him so uneasy so he will overcompensate with his jokes and pranks and apathy to hide it even more. Not that you couldn't obviously tell what was going on anyway.
Secretly he's there wishing to spend every night with you. Doing whatever he wanted. He would love to see your body in its glory. It's not fair that he can only admire it from afar or the few times he grabs you and makes it seem like he's just messing with you. Sometimes if you're a heavy sleeper, he'll sneak into your room just to curl up and hold you for a bit. But he has to make sure you're not going to wake up. He just needs to feel you. Sometimes he'll always move some clothing just to see, run his hands over your most fatty areas, even squish your chubby face. But he won't risk it too much and will quickly leave back to his own room. His mind filled with how it felt to see you and feel you. Using that to be able to fall asleep at night while hugging a pillow.
It isn't likely he would ever confess honestly. But if you can manage to form a friendship with him or be the one to confess first, you have a chance.
If he were to confess though, he'd do it in private and probably at night when others are asleep. He may enter your room as you sleep then wake you up and tell you he has something he wants to talk to you about. Or he'll leave some surprise gifts in your room. Even if he weren't going to confess, he'd probably leave you a Jax plushie to have. Especially if you're someone that loves plushies. He'd also find other things you like and enjoy and secretly give them to you. It's obvious enough it's from him, but he may not outright ever say it. Still, you could probably tell.
If things get serious about your body again and you feel uncomfortable especially being the only chubby person at the circus, Jax would try to come see you at night. He'd enter your room or if you've just been in there for days, he's going to unlock your door and go in. He'll try to joke a bit and explore your room, go through your drawers and closet, touch every little thing in there. But if he sees his jokes aren't working then he knows he's gotta be serious. He makes you swear to not tell anyone else in the circus. Before telling you how he feels and that he finds you beautiful. Every little thing that he loves about you and how beautiful your body is. How much he loves someone chubby and loved you the moment you appeared here in the circus.
Now for when you're actually dating. He'll eventually not care who knows. They're better off knowing that you belong to HIM. He can be jealous and possessive, but usually doesn't have to worry as long as he can mark you.
He will love to hold you close and will almost always demand to sleep in your room or have you sleep in his room.
He would love to feed you at each of the meals especially if you're embarrassed or flustered by it.
He would love it if he can make you all embarrassed and flustered with his love. Especially if you're more easily embarrassed about being held or touched or kissed or anything.
He would love for you to sit on his lap. Feeling your bigger body against his thin and sleek body as his big cartoon hands run over your body, squeezing your fat, nuzzling his face into you and breathing in your scent, playing with hair if you have any, feeling every possible inch of you. He would fucking adore it. He loves feeling your weight on him.
Jax would absolutely adore taking your clothes. Especially if you have shirts. He would love to just be wearing one of your shirts that's too big for his very thin body. He loves the fact that you're opposites in body, especially since he's cartoonishly thin and also flat. Plus if you ever don't wanna share a bed then he'll just take a shirt to wear and snuggle in. It'll feel like he has you with him. Like you're hugging him.
No matter what you'd be like, he'd love you. Tall, short, super fat, just slightly chubby, no matter where the fat really shows, no matter what your form would look like in the circus, he would love you. Jax is only picky about one thing and that's if they can catch his interest. You can do that so there's no worries he'd absolutely love you. That and he definitely loves someone bigger. The size differences especially with his form in the circus is heavenly to him. Even in the real world it was like that, but he can't really remember that so he only has the circus for context.
He loves to be able to pick you up with his cartoonish strength. Holding you close, carrying you around, being able to move your body easily, pin you against the wall or the bed or a couch or anything. Jax would love to be able to do that. Doesn't matter if you're taller than him too, he will absolutely still do that to you and act like a dominant bitch because he can. Especially if you're someone that's flustered by it or you're taken aback by it. The embarrassment and look of shock on your fucking gorgeous chubby face will always make his heart pound. And he would absolutely kiss you right then if you'd let him.
Being able to kiss you while you're sitting on him, laying on top of him, him holding you, him trapping or pinning you somewhere would make him feel so fucking happy. Being able to love you while he can have you there in his arms or against him is the absolute best. Once you're actually dating, he will always make it clear that you're sexy and gorgeous as fuck and he will love you for it no matter what. And that your body is exactly what he loves about you.
It's not likely anyone in the circus would make you feel like shit for your weight or body. Really, Jax is the only one that would do that. But if someone ever came along that made you feel like shit, he would probably get into an actual fight. And then take you back to his room and spend the entire time doing anything he can to make sure that you KNOW you're fucking perfect and he would never want you any other way unless it was your fucking choice, coming from a genuine place and not just cause you're being shamed for it. You're his chubby bunny (regardless of if you have a bunny form or not, he calls you that) and he won't let anyone ruin that for him or you. And he will spend the whole time loving you and your body as if you were a god he was worshipping.
It's not often Jax gets close to anyone, but no matter what you're like, you can manage to make him swoon. It may take a bit to get to dating him, especially if you're not someone that can take the lead, but you already have his heart. Whether you know it or not. And even if he's hiding how he feels, one day he's gonna make you his. No one else in the circus can have you. And if there were ever a way to escape, Jax would hope like hell that he could find you again and hope that you'd like him too. Cause things would be different if you guys could ever leave. But for now in the circus, he has eternity with you. And that's what he fucking loves. An eternity with his chubby bunny. You make the circus better for him. He's gonna make sure you never abstract and nothing ever happens to you. Cause Jax loves you and your fantastically beautiful chubby body.
Part 2: Cookies | Part 3: Run | Part 4: Alone | Part 5: Child | Part 6: Memories
A Crowley Fanfic
This is a long one, +4500 words, and took me ages to write. Yeah, I want to say more but, don’t really know how to word it...hope you enjoy!
You leaned against the bar, watching with some amusement as Sam and Dean duped some guys out of cash in a game of pool. They'd all been drinking, so it was no surprise when words became a little heated, but you didn't worry, Sam and Dean could handle themselves.
You had wound up with the Winchester's after your life suddenly changed dramatically. You used to live quietly near your aunt's place, often babysitting your eight year old cousin. You had moved there for a life change, but close to some family at your parent's request, and you thought things were working out nicely.
That was until you hadn't heard from your aunt in a while and went around to see if they were okay.
Your aunt had answered, her eyes red and bloodshot as she begged for you to leave.
That was when your cousin had walked in behind her, all sharp teeth and wild eyed. Your aunt had pleaded with him to go back to bed, that everything was going to be okay, but he had seemed to be beyond listening.
You'd watched with horror as he had torn into his mother and you stood frozen, unable to move, your scream caught in your throat.
When he was done, he ran to you, tears his eyes, seemingly back to normal. He clung to you to you so tightly and begged for you to help him.
You hadn't known how to react, just letting your hands rest on him.
It hadn't lasted long as you found yourself unconscious, someone having hit you from behind.
As it turned out, you were dragged to a vampire nest, a family, and they had wanted a child, your cousin being the chosen one, and now you were to be the intended next victim, so that they could teach him to control his urges.
Sam and Dean had turned up and saved you.
You had refused to let them kill your cousin, who had hid away when they burst in.
What followed, what you had to do, killed a small part of you.
So, you forced Sam and Dean to take you with them, so something like this didn't happen to anyone else, despite their warning that couldn't save everyone, as well as doubts that you could not handle the life.
You knew where the doubts came from, you'd been getting it all your life from everyone.
Being on the bigger side meant that the world was just that much crueler.
It never slowed you down though, you proved, always, that were more than capable. You were fast and strong, and years of sports meant that you had amazing reflexes, all skills that you now threw into hunting.
Sam and Dean were now proud to drag you along, but it didn't mean there were still times that this life sucked.
Taking another drink of scotch, you now watched the boys sitting back next to you, talking and sharing a laugh.
"Must be your shout by now Y/N." Dean said through a grin.
You shook your head. "You guys just won a whole lot! I'm not shouting anything."
"Damn," Dean mumbles through a wink. "You don't miss anything."
You grin. "Very rarely Dean, now buck up and shout a round."
Dean's round was shots. The three of you clinked your glasses together before downing them.
Sam screws up his face. "Man, what did you do, pick the worst available option?"
"Gotta admit Dean, that was pretty bad." You followed it by the last mouthful of your own drink.
"Well, the worse they are, the drunker you get." Dean said simply. "And after that hunt-"
"We know." You and Sam said together.
Dean grins and orders another round.
This had been what you needed, a night away from everything that happened, long overdue, but the feeling of happiness soon began to deflate a little, both Sam and Dean's eyes beginning to wander.
Sighing inwardly, you rolled your eyes and drew away a little. You didn't want to let it bother you, everyone had a type after all, but it would be nice to receive some appreciation now and then.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before you were left at the bar alone.
Swirling the last of your drink, you decide tonight you would head home early, get another room for yourself.
The boys didn't pay attention as you finished your drink and got up to leave, too interested in what they were doing.
However, as you head for the door, two very different guys stop you.
Your gaze narrowed on them, telling straight away that they were trouble.
One of them grins. "Looking for a good time doll?"
You resist the urge to gag. "No thanks, I'm good."
His grin doesn't falter, his friend nodding as if in encouragement. "Come on doll, you ain't going to get much better than us."
You didn't bother to hide your anger or disgust this time. "One, don't call me doll, I am not a play thing. Two, you have no right to assume who I can get. Three, no means no arsehole, so get out of my way before I make you."
The two men just blinked, so instead, you just huffed and went to shove past them, but the first reached out and grabbed your arm.
"Now hang on just a minute doll, we-"
He was cut off as your fist connected with his nose, blood spraying everywhere as he buckled over with a screech, sending the bar into silence.
The second guy didn't like this, throwing his drink at you before launching forward. Luckily in his drunken state, he was slow, so you wasted no time in kicking him between his legs.
"That's what you get for being sexist, judging pigs." You spat and stormed out before anything else could be said.
No one followed.
The cold air did little to south your anger, which you knew was partly fueled by the alcohol, but being partly wet, the air bit at your skin.
In that moment, you were glad it wasn't a far walk to the motel, you weren't sure that you would be able to handle it, both the cold and frustrated emotions that were going through you.
The receptionist at the motel almost didn't give you a room because of the way you looked, but the furious look in your eye must have convinced him otherwise.
The door slammed shut behind you and you instantly made your way to the bathroom, turning on the shower.
Usually, a shower helped, it would clear your head of those negative thoughts, but those two idiots had really done your head around.
You're not good enough.
That one always made you blanch.
No one will ever accept you.
You refused to let the tears come.
You're too big, no one could ever want a fat person.
That one made you curse, swearing until your hands were shaking and your voice cracked. You needed a distraction and you needed it now.
Your shirt on the bathroom floor got your attention, mixed with blood and beer, and you truly hated the smell of beer.
You focused on cleaning it.
It worked, your mind slowly coming back to a slightly blurred reality, the alcohol leaving a buzz in your system. Once you were happy enough, you rung the shirt out and threw it over the sink, now focusing on cleaning yourself.
The monotony of it, the routine, was the last straw, settling you back to being comfortable.
You left the shower with just the towel wrapped around you, your hair hanging in wet strands, and you went looking for the best spot to be able to dry your shirt, after all, all your things were still in one of the other rooms, and you didn't really want to go anywhere near them tonight.
You had just settled on the table being the best option when a noise got your attention, causing you to stiffen.
There was a bang against the wall, quickly followed by giggling and muffled voices, that quickly turned into noises you didn't really want to be hearing, hence why you'd gotten the room further away possible from Sam and Dean.
It brought it all back up.
With a loud curse, you pelted your wet shirt at the wall, causing the noise to momentarily stop, before continuing, which made you sink onto the end of the bed with a heavy sob.
Your hands clenched in the towel as you tried to control it, drawing in deep breathes. You couldn't show it, even though it was only you here, you knew that if you let it go, it would consume you for several days, and with that, came questions you just didn't want to answer.
You buckled over yourself, just trying to make it all go away, trying to drown out the suddenly increasing noises from the next room. All those negative thoughts were coming louder now, and you grabbed handfuls of your hair, tugging it, hoping the pain would make it go away as tears dripped down your cheeks.
A knock on your door barely made you move. You didn't want company and right now, you didn't really care who it was.
The knock came again, but you still ignored it, hoping that whoever it was, would go away.
You quickly found out you weren't that lucky.
"Are you alright darling?"
You jumped to your feet and would've gone instinctively for your gun had the towel not started to slip and you desperately clutched it to you.
"What are you doing here Crowley?" You almost squeaked and hurriedly wiped your eyes, your other hand holding the towel up.
"Given my previous question, I thought that would be obvious?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
You blushed heavily. You'd only met Crowley a few times, it was someone that Sam and Dean had been quick to warn you about, but he had been nothing but charming. Not that you hadn't seen his cruel side, but it was never directed at you, and, in all honesty, didn't terrify you, no matter what stories Sam and Dean told, or you had seen yourself. Everybody just had a bad side.
"I hardly see it as appropriate." You said with a frown. "Especially considering that I'm not dressed. Sam and Dean are at a bar nearby if you want them."
You turned to move back into the bathroom, going to at least put your pants back on.
"I am well aware of where Moose and Squirrel are, it was how I found you here." Crowley said lightly, making you still. "Which I don't blame you, the bar was hardly a place appropriate for one such as you."
Your anger returned as you wheeled around to face the demon. "Oh? And why is that?"
Crowley looked unfazed, just raising an eyebrow. "A dirty bar is hardly fitting for one of your caliber, especially with all those sleazy men around, which, by the way, the boys proudly told me how you dealt with two of them."
The anger fizzled a little and you tilted your head.
He took it as his chance to continue. "Personally, if I had been there, I would've done more that break ones nose and render the other unable to walk, purely for your honor of course, but they were strong enough to send a message."
You were suddenly uncomfortable under the demon's gaze and edged a little backwards to the bathroom door again. "I was only doing what I had to. They had the nerve to insult me and try and sleep with me, hardly a winning combination in my book." You eyed the space between you and door, although you knew it meant little against the demon who could appear wherever he wanted. "What do want Crowley?"
"Well, I had simply wanted to join you for a drink." He shrugged nonchalantly, although with the trade mark smirk. "But given the evening you've just had, I think something better is in order."
"Better?" You weren't really sure you wanted to know.
He nods, his gaze boring into you. "A night anywhere you want."
You stared, realising what he was saying. "You...you want to go on a date with me?"
"Is that so hard to believe?"
The 'yes' was out of your mouth before you even realised it and you had to break away from his stunned gaze as you bit your lip, edging even closer to the door, as the emotions threatened to overtake again. "I don't need pity Crowley."
"I'm a demon love, I don't do pity." He said with a smile, which quickly faltered at your look. "This isn't some play if that is what you are thinking."
You sigh, your stomach twisting as your mind worked too fast for what you wanted to deal with. "Look, I appreciate it, I do, but, I hardly think anything is appropriate when I've got a few drinks in my system and I'm upset. Not to mention, no offence, but you are a demon."
"And you are interested." He said bluntly. "If you weren't, you would've kicked me straight out."
You wanted to argue with that, you really did, but in that moment, you didn't want to find your voice, shooting him a slightly irritated look after you tried a couple of times. "Say I was, I hardly have something to wear besides old jeans and a shirt that is soaked and still smells like beer no matter how much I scrubbed the damned thing."
"Where are your other clothes?"
You an embarrassed wave in the general direction of Sam and Dean's rooms. "In the room I was meant to be sleeping in until I-until Sam and Dean-" You cut yourself off, not wanting to go back down that path.
Crowley made a small noise of understanding and you looked back at him, you realised he was giving you a very slow look up and down.
Your face went red and you stirred restlessly under his gaze, holding the towel just that bit tighter. "What are you doing?"
His eyes finally dragged back up and met yours with a casual grin. "Just getting your size darling."
You yelped as he clicked his fingers and you suddenly found yourself standing there in a very comfortable and fitting red dress.
You looked down at yourself before returning your gaze to his, who you couldn't help but note looked smug and rather proud of himself. "What is this?"
"I believe it's called a dress," He said with a grin and continued before you could respond. "And you look stunning by the way."
Warmth flooded your cheeks again and you stare at yourself, briefly noting that your hair had been dried and tied up too. "Thanks." You mumble. "You really want to do this?"
"My dear, I am not nice to everybody. If I didn't want to, I would not be here."
You snort with amusement. "Really? I hadn't noticed. I'm amazed you put up with Sam and Dean." Sighing, you suddenly frowned as you stared at the wall you had thrown your shirt at earlier, having barely realised that the noises had stopped.
"It's not much fun to listen to when you are not involved."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Although you couldn't help the smile that crossed your lips. "Well...alright, but no catches."
"Why would there be a catch darling?" Crowley asked with a raised eyebrow. "I want to take you out. You deserve more than to just be left to walk home alone on your own after two men practically assaulted you in a bar. If Sam and Dean hadn't spoken so fondly of how you'd handled it, I would've taken care of it myself." There was still a slight hesitation though and he could clearly see it, so he holds out his hand. "Come on love, let's go show the world just how sexy you are."
You laugh, your first genuine laugh since it had all happened.
"Well, I'm pretty sure I can't say no to that." You said with a grin, although not entirely unaware of how self conscious you felt, rocking a little on your feet.
Crowley was having none of it, closing the distance between the two of you and taking your hand.
Without another word, you found yourself at a seaside bar and you couldn't stop the smile that grew.
"Lucky guess?" You asked, not letting go of his hand.
"You struck me as a beach girl." He replied with a grin.
You shook your head. "Ocean maybe, but not the beach. Too much sand."
"Bit hard to go for a swim in the ocean without the sand love."
"God no." You gasped. "I just like the view, it's peaceful. You wouldn't catch me dead swimming out there, too many dangers."
"Says the hunter." He said with a chuckle.
"It's very different Crowley." You said with a mockingly serious tone. "At least hunting I can more often than not see what's coming."
Still chuckling, he led you to what was clearly the best table at the place, and you stared out over the ocean with wide eyes, the inky blackness reflecting the stars above and the sound of water calmed whatever nerves were left.
You wanted to be surprised by the fact that you enjoyed yourself, but you knew you weren't. Something that you were never were around Crowley was afraid, and he was ever the gentleman, listening to whatever tale you told with attention, and not saying anything when your gaze was drawn back out over the glittering ocean.
It was unbeknownst to you, but Crowley was enamoured. There was a strength in you he had never seen before, in anyone, let alone a human, and it had him more than curious at first, not quite understanding until the first time he saw you hunt.
You'd been through about 3 months of training with the boys, and you weren't missing out on a chance to hunt a vampire nest, a deep seated hatred burning in your stomach whenever you thought about them. Sam and Dean had tried to talk you out of it, but you were having none of it.
Crowley had watched with rapt fascination, hidden away of course, having simply told himself that he was here to see what new hunter was being drawn into the mix. He watched as that hatred came out on the vampires, your every move precise as you seemed to be aware of what was not only in front of you, but around you, a common sensory trait amongst experienced hunters, but you used it like you had been doing it your whole life.
You had saved Sam and Dean's life that day.
They'd been reckless, gotten separated from you, and you later found them, Dean unconscious and Sam struggling to fight one as the vampire pinned him to the wall. Almost impatiently, you took it out, breathing deep as your body slowly realised that the danger was over.
You couldn't possible have known that it was Crowley that helped you home that night, after you'd left the boys and hit the closest bar, you couldn't have known about the tears you shed or the tale you told him, and you definitely couldn't have known that, in that moment, Crowley swore to himself that you would remain as untouched as possible.
He'd been furious when he had heard what had happened tonight, and then impressed and amused when Sam and Dean had told him about it, before he finally realised that he was very concerned about the state you left in, you weren't hard to read.
"Crowley?"
His gaze moved to yours as he realised he'd been elsewhere, but you had that kind smile that he loved, one that he quickly returned. "Sorry darling, what is it?"
"I was wondering if we could go for a walk?" Your gaze moved back to the water.
"I thought you weren't fond of sand?"
You shrug. "It's a nice night for a walk."
He grins. "Alright, why don't I meet you down there? I'll get us some drinks we can walk with."
"You won't find me saying no." You said as you stood, continuing that warm smile that you were reluctant to let slip from your face.
Crowley nods and lets you walk off, casually weaving between the tables and stopping for a moment at the stairs that led down to the beach.
That was when the giggles got your attention.
Your gaze turned towards the two women sitting not far from you, who's giggles only got stronger when you looked over.
Sighing, you slipped of your shoes and stepped down onto the sand, heading for the waters edge as your free hand unraveled your hair.
Crowley knew as soon as he saw you that something was wrong, glancing at the two women as he walked past before heading down onto the sand. He stilled for a moment, staring at you. You were turned away from him, facing the water, but you were bathed in a soft glow from the moonlight, the dress blowing softly around your feet as the waves washed back and forth, and your hair cascading down your shoulders, reminding him of the ocean itself.
"If you wanted to be poetic love, you are doing a fine job." He said softly as he approached. You gave him a small smile as he handed you your drink, but otherwise remained silent, your gaze on the distant horizon.
Crowley's eyes glanced back at the two bar, still just making out the two women who was still giggling. He stepped forward just a little more, enough that you could see his hand raise as he went to click his fingers.
You didn't react.
"This is usually the part where most people stop me." Crowley said, a little confused and curious at the same time.
"Some people are just shallow." You replied softly. "It is their decision, just as the decision to punish them is yours."
He tilted his head. "Hmmm, something a little more humorous then?"
With a snap, there was loud squeal, and you couldn't help but look over to see both the girls completely drenched.
Your smile returned, even as you shook your head. "Thank you Crowley."
"You know I would do anything for you."
"I don't want you to." At his confused look, you smile at him. "I just want you to be you. I know you don't want me to change, so why should I expect any different from you?"
Crowley raises an eyebrow. "You realise you are saying that to a demon love?"
"I am saying that to the King of Hell." You confirmed with a nod. "And, despite what I've heard, I'm am not, and could never, be afraid of you."
Your words touched him more than he could ever say, and he just stared at you in wide eyed wonder.
You giggled, placing your drink and shoes in one hand and slipping your other back into his. "I believe we were going for a walk."
The two of you walked along the beach talking, hands still entwined.
"You've surprised me Y/N," Crowley said after a moment of silence. "All you've been through and you are not angry at the world, or bitter for that matter."
You give a small smile. "Well, not entirely, as you've seen, it does build up, but I do have ways of venting."
"Oh?"
You let your grin widen a little and step away from him a bit, letting your shoes drop into the sand.
Testing the weight of the empty glass in your hand, you look out at the ocean, causing Crowley to raise an eyebrow, before you yelled, loud, tossing the glass as hard and as far as you could.
There was resounding plop as it disappeared into the water.
Crowley laughed. "Well, that is certainly one way of dealing with it I suppose."
Your grin was wide but you couldn't stop the heat creeping into your cheeks. "Sport used to be good for it, but as I got older, I had less time for it. I guess now hunting is somewhat good for it too, but I think it may be a little dangerous to think like that."
"Why would you say that?"
You shrug. "Seems like a dark path if you go too far. I mean look, one shit night and I'm already on a date with the King of Hell."
He tilts his head, making sure to keep his expression blank. "You could've said no."
But you shook your head. "I didn't want to. I may have seemed reluctant at first, but that's just who I am. I'm not good at dealing with certain things."
Crowley stepped closer to you again, his gaze soft. He knew that if any of his demons, or anyone he knew, saw him in that moment, they would think he'd gone soft, unable to rule, but he had little doubt of what he was getting into. "No one's perfect love."
"And I'd never admit to being so." You stare back out over the ocean, aware he was approaching, but not wanting to admit to yourself just how far that this could go. "Just as you could never convince me, I wouldn't let it."
You were surprised when Crowley's hand gently cupped your cheek, turning you to face him.
"You are perfect just as you are, no matter what flaws you think you have love."
Without letting you say a word, he pressed his lips to yours, your eyes drifting shut, accepting the kiss. Crowley's other hand rested on your other cheek, angling it better to deepen the kiss. Your body buzzed, hands holding tight as you let yourself become lost in it.
A low, possessive growl rumbled through him, his hands burying in your hair. It should've scared you, should've been truth sinking in that he wasn't human, but instead, you sighed into the kiss, content and feeling needed for the first time in your life.
Crowley broke the kiss and rested his forehead on yours. "I hope that wasn't too much?"
You smile. "No. I think it was just enough."
His eyes burned into yours, a look that told you he wasn't going to let you go easily, but it just made your smile widen, your arms sliding up around his neck and burying your head against his chest.
"I don't want to go anywhere." You said, your voice muffled against him.
Crowley's arms wrapped tightly around you, kissing the top of your head. "Good."
You hum a little in appreciation, letting a peace settle over you. "Crowley?"
"Yes love?"
"Can we stay here a bit longer?"
"We can stay here as long as you need love."
You sigh again and close your eyes, letting his warmth surround you and listening to the sounds of the ocean. Crowley would occasionally place soft kisses into your hair, but apart from that, he just held you to him, a little in disbelief still at your honesty to him.
