crowleysbones:

I am taking a break from this account. If you would still like to rp with me, or haven’t before and would like to now please visit: Nick the ex-crossroads demon

I am taking a break from this account. If you would still like to rp with me, or haven’t before and would like to now please visit: Nick the ex-crossroads demon

New York, New York; Crowley || Hettie

flower-crown-of-poppy:

crowleysbones:

Crowley got out his cell, and punches a few numbers before it rings. A receptionist picks up and, Crowley sets up an appointment. “Tomorrow..yes, tomorrow is good.” He hangs up the phone and tells Hettie that the doctor will be over tomorrow at 3pm

“Everything is going to be fine, and I will be here the entire time.”

I can have a staff member send out for your chicken, an anything else you’d like. As he says this he leans back in the bed taking Hettie in his arm. “Horny you say? Well I do believe that is my department!”  He kisses Hettie and runs  a hand under her dress and asks. “What have we here?”

“A fibromuscular tubular tract, commonly known as “Vagina”…”
Hettie pressed into his touch, purring softly. How she loved his touch, the attention,  how he always seemed to know exactly which spots to caress  and which buttons to push to cause her body to burn with feral desire…

All of a sudden, Hettie sat up, running a hand through her hair. Dammit. She really wanted that chicken, and she wanted it NOW. 
“I need this chicken. BADLY. Doesn’t he know that?! Why doesn’t he hurry up?! GOD!” 

"Er…do you want me to go check, or stay here with you?" Crowley was not used to all of this indecision. Wanting things, not wanting other things. He hoped that the doctor, when he showed, could shed some light on the situation.

(via henriettahippo)

asker

itallburnsin-the-end asked: Rayne and Ryan both entered the house. "Hey Crowls, go you mind if she stays here for a little while?"

"Sure, I don’t mind!"

they-call-me-nick:

Demon Nick

they-call-me-nick:

Demon Nick

out-in-a-blaze-of-glory:

crowleysbones:

“I only worry about you…” It was true, everything else in his life was catered to. He had no need to worry…until now. Crowley loved Cas, and since he wasn’t quick enough to find Cas before the man ended up in bad shape, he worried about how long it would take for him to heal physically. He dare not even tackle the task of Cas’t mental health, that would come with time.

When the tub was done being filled, Crowley helped Cas get into the tub. He got out soap and a sea sponge and asked, “Cas, can I bathe you? I promise to be gentle.”

Cas sighed as the hot water immediately loosened some of his tense muscles. Hot water was a cureall for a lot of ailments that Castiel had to deal with. Living in the camp though, hot water was a luxury that none of them could afford. They settled for cold showers and cold food… It was nice to be able to relax in a hot bath after so long in the cold. 

“I’m not made of glass Crowley. I won’t break if you touch me… you’ve proven that already” he said with a seductive smirk. He gave his lover a soft kiss, grateful to be able to let his guard down for the first time in years. “You’ll hear no objection from me just as long as you allow me to bathe you next” 

Crowley nods to Cas about being bathed next, he loved the idea of Cas putting his strong hands to use on his pampered body. For now, though, it was Crowley’s turn.

Crowley kneels on the floor and lathers up the sandalwood scented soap with the sponge and starts on Cas’s shoulders. The demon uses the soap lather as a lubricant to massage Cas’s shoulders. They were knotted up and tense despite the hot water, and Crowley intended to do his best to  loosen him up. After the shoulder massage, he moves on Cas’s arms. They are strong, but battered, so Crowley is extra gentle. Next, he moves onto his chest, rubbing the soap and his muscles at the same time. Cas looks placid, so he assumes that he isn’t hurting him. Crowley kisses Cas as he uses the soap to wash the pubic hair that forms a near perfect halo around Cas’s beautiful prick, and then the member it’s self. It starts to harden when the  demon handles it, so he lets go. “This isn’t the time, this is a tender moment for me an my lover.” He thinks to himself. He reaches under Cas and washes his behind, hoping that the grass stains come off.

Crowley works his legs and feet before coming back up to Cas’s face and hair. Gently, he puts some shampoo in his hands and lathers up the mans hair, before washing his handsome face.

Bathing his lover, Crowley felt as if this moment was just as intimate as the one outside, though more delicate. His hands had touched all of his body, massaging, cleaning and just caring for the man. It was a tender moment where kisses were shared and trust strengthened.

out-in-a-blaze-of-glory:

crowleysbones:

Crowley had seen some Cas’s bruises and scars when they were intimate, but now that he was seeing all of the man’s body, his heart ached. He wished he’d been able to locate Cas sooner, so that he could have saved him from all the pain Dean had inflicted on him.

“What sorts of clothes would you like? My tailor can make you anything, even clothes just like the ones you have in your arms.” Crowley didn’t care what Cas wore, as long as he was comfortable.

The demon led Cas to Crowley’s own private bath, which was as big as Cas’s entire room. Inside there was a large Victorian claw foot tub, to which Crowley walked over to and turned both faucets on. “In a minute every sore muscle will feel much better, Cas.” Crowley said smiling. As the water filled up the tub, Crowley embraced Cas, happy that soon the man’s bruises would be gone, and that he would never have to suffer like that again.

Cas followed Crowley, contemplating the question. He didn’t know anything about clothes. He knew jeans were decent and didn’t wear out very fast and he knew cotton shirts were comfortable. That was about all he needed. 

Walking into Crowley’s bathroom, he was again struck by the sheer grandeur of Crowley’s preferred lifestyle and living space. Even the bathtub was big… Cas smiled sadly when Crowley commented on his sore muscles. Cas had done his best not to acknowledge or hint at the fact that he was sore. He didn’t want to draw any more attention to the bruises. He wanted to forget them. 

Wrapping his arms around Crowley, he didn’t speak. Instead, he captured Crowley’s lips in a slow, deep kiss, trying to express his gratitude and love through that instead of words. In the several millenia that Cas had been alive, the one thing he had learned was that words were fleeting and rarely held their meaning the way they were meant to. Actions were far better for communicating and a kiss could speak volumes in it’s own right. Pulling back a little, he looked into Crowley’s eyes, smiling happily. “You worry too much” he whispered. 

"I only worry about you…" It was true, everything else in his life was catered to. He had no need to worry…until now. Crowley loved Cas, and since he wasn’t quick enough to find Cas before the man ended up in bad shape, he worried about how long it would take for him to heal physically. He dare not even tackle the task of Cas’t mental health, that would come with time.

When the tub was done being filled, Crowley helped Cas get into the tub. He got out soap and a sea sponge and asked, “Cas, can I bathe you? I promise to be gentle.”

Sorry I’ve been spending more time on my other account. I just feel like Nick is more versatile.

New York, New York; Crowley || Hettie

flower-crown-of-poppy:

crowleysbones:

“What ever you want, Hettie! I will stay with you the entire time, and you won’t even have to move from this bed. The doctor will come here and see you, and I promise that he won’t hurt you, because if he did your King would kill him, for hurting his Queen.

“Now is there anything that you need, besides me wrapped around you?”

She shook her head, starring up at the demon.
She was incredibly grateful. For everything he had done for her, all the kind words, the incredible patience he showed upon dealing with her and her antics, her human needs.

“Happy with what I got. Call the doctor. And thank you for your patience. Your support. And now that I think about it….do they have KFC down here? I’m hungry.” there was a short pause, “Hungry and horny.”
Whatever, body. Whatever. She sighted, burying her face in his neck. The sooner the doctor came the sooner she could get this over and done with and go back to being Hettie. Some pills, and she would soon be fine, whatever it was that was wrong with her. 

Crowley got out his cell, and punches a few numbers before it rings. A receptionist picks up and, Crowley sets up an appointment. “Tomorrow..yes, tomorrow is good.” He hangs up the phone and tells Hettie that the doctor will be over tomorrow at 3pm

"Everything is going to be fine, and I will be here the entire time."

I can have a staff member send out for your chicken, an anything else you’d like. As he says this he leans back in the bed taking Hettie in his arm. “Horny you say? Well I do believe that is my department!”  He kisses Hettie and runs  a hand under her dress and asks. “What have we here?”

(via henriettahippo)

asker

morning-star-fallen-king asked: *she stormed into the house and fell face first into the couch grumbling something in Enochian and the lights were flickering*

Crowley sits down on the couch next to angel and asks, “What’s wrong kiddo?”