#ceocrowley

[hellspell]

@ceocrowley -- Nollaig Chridheil and Happy Yule, my boy.

Boy, oh boy!

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx-archived]

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【༶•⛧┈♛】     ――――   Meg’s   smirk   sharpened,   a   glint   of   something   dangerous   flickering   in   her   eyes.   She   didn’t   back   away   —   no,   Meg   Masters   didn’t   retreat.   Instead,   she   tilted   her   head   just   enough   to   expose   her   neck   like   some   predator   toying   with   its   prey.   ❝   Chicken   ?   ❞   She   drawled,   her   voice   low   and   syrupy,   dripping   with   challenge.   ❝   Oh,   Crowley,   you   really   don’t   know   me   well,   do   you   ?   ❞

Her   hand   snaked   up,   two   fingers   curling   lightly   around   the   lapel   of   his   perfectly   tailored   suit.   She   then   gave   a   tug,   pulling   him   just   a   fraction   closer,   the   space   between   them   nearly   non-existent   now.   Her   smile   widened,   razor-sharp   and   full   of   mischief,   and   her   voice   dropped   to   a   near   whisper.   ❝   You   see,   I’ve   never   been   one   to   cluck   and   run.   If   you’re   going   to   throw   down   a   gauntlet   like   that,   you’d   better   be   ready   to   back   it   up.   ❞

Meg   tilted   her   head   again,   considering   him   like   a   cat   deciding   whether   or   not   to   pounce   on   its   prey.   What   exactly   was   it   about   Crowley   that   made   him   so   damn   infuriatingly   attractive   ?   She   let   her   words   linger,   her   breath   brushing   against   his   skin   with   the   smallest   hint   of   heat,   enough   to   stoke   the   embers   of   his   ego.   A   beat…   her   lips   brushed   the   corner   of   his   mouth   —   not   quite   a   kiss,   but   a   fleeting,   tantalizing   graze   that   lingered   just   long   enough   to   leave   him   wondering   what   her   lips   would   taste   like.

[hechose]

like, sure, i am picking fights, but in an affectionate way. // @ceocrowley //

flash of amusement colours armand's features and it's hardly the first time such a look of... endearment has come to him as he looks at crowley. a strange exchange, some might imagine. such... sweetness between a vampire and a demon. but armand had found comfort in darkness for so long now, it came naturally. much like it came naturally to him to show his own affections through taunts and jabs.

"or, are you picking fights to garner specific attention?" brow raises on the question before armand moves again. fluid motion, drawing him closer to the demon. mind flickers with a brief thought of sliding onto lap and there is not hesitation in sharing that image no matter how brief before armand's smile widens. "not that there's anything wrong with that. i'm quite receptive to it, actually."

[bloodsalted]

@ceocrowley || a meme from ya old blog! || doing a new post!

[ LAUGH ] — our muses burst out laughing while stoned. Hot girl summer feat. bestie!!

a thick cloud of smoke fills the hotel room. curtains billow over open windows helping fan some of it out into the moonlit air. the two demons managed to smoke a hell of a lot to beat their efforts, though. poor breeze is doing it's best to try and prevent the smoke alarm going off. so far? it's barely keeping up. doesn't matter. neither one of them care. it'd be the staff's problem to turn it off. not theirs.

stretched out on the floor in front of the fireplace at his bestie's side, dean watches the flames dance and flicker. warding off a bit of the chill mixing the two in such a pleasant form of cold and hot that it makes his skin tickle. feels like it's breathing.

propped up on his elbows--dean forgets that he's inched closer since they threw down a mess of pillows and a plush blanket to lay on. in one, quick movement he lifts his arms and goes to flop back on what he expects to be a bed of down-feathers and soft billion threaded cotton. ends up throwing himself directly onto the floor/blanket with a smack of his head. "ouch! fuck." only thing he can think to do is bust out laughing once his vision clears and the sound of crowley's cackle soon blends in. gaze cracks open to look up at him and seeing him lose his shit only makes dean lose his even more.

oh they are ripped!!!

[qapsiel]

@ceocrowley ;; Brooklyn99 starters (still accepting) Crowley said: "“I’m with someone and nothing is going to happen.” Name of your sex tape!"

                          "THAT'S FALSE." Why on Earth Crowley starts talking about sex tapes is beyond Castiel, but he gladly corrects him. "How would you find a tape if it's labeled so unspecific? No, our videos are organized date - sex positions - specials. For example, the latest one: October 31st - fellatio, the bicycle, the captain - Halloween special with cowboy hats." He nods once to indicate that this makes way more sense than whatever gibberish Crowley suggested.

[malka-lisitsa]

" I hereby bestow on thee thy new name; Kathy MacBratty. " It's one of his ten love languages, nine of which are torture. So consider yourself lucky, bloodsucker.

"Wouldnt 'Katty McBratty' flow better?" A raised brow.

She isn't a fan of nicknames for herself in general, she picked her name on purpose it's important to her. However, when it's used as a term of endearment rather than to tear her down.... she can usually accept them.

"In that case I will call you Crowley McScowly." Also a sign of affection.

[bloodsalted]

@ceocrowley -- this guy right here. this guy!

[bansheeslain]

@ceocrowley in response to titties

                          "I THOUGHT OUT OF THE TWO OF US, your hearing is still intact." She raises a brow at the demon but can't help the amused smile tugging at her lips. Well, at least Crowley has a certain sense of humor — Dean didn't find that remark especially funny. (He'd demanded Cas to erase his memories, even. The angel had mostly been confused and had then asked what tit species they were talking about.) "You can believe me. I, ah — saw them up close." And they were quite impressive.

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx-archived]

【༶•⛧┈♛】     ――――    Meg's   laughter   echoed   through   the   room,   a   sound   both   melodious   and   chilling.   ❝   Oh,   Crowley,   darling.   Threats   are   so   passé,   especially   when   you're   not   in   a   position   to   make   them.   ❞   She   circled   him   slowly,   like   a   shark   circling   its   prey.   ❝   You   see,   I've   been   playing   the   long   game.   While   you   were   busy   with   your   petty   power   plays,   I   was   laying   the   groundwork   for   something   much   bigger.   ❞   What   she   does   now   is   for   herself,   it’s   not   for   Lucifer,   Crowley,   or   even   Azazel.

She   paused,   her   eyes   gleaming   with   a   mix   of   mischief   and   malice.   ❝   Did   you   really   think   I'd   let   you   keep   me   under   your   thumb   forever   ?   I'm   Azazel's   daughter,   remember   ?   Betrayal   is   in   my   blood.   The   moment   you   set   your   goons   on   something   I   care   about   was   the   moment   you   messed   up.   ❞

Meg   folded   her   arms   across   her   chest,   her   posture   radiating   confidence   and   control.   ❝   You   know,   Crowley,   I've   always   admired   your   ambition.   We   could   have   worked   together   in   making   sure   we   all   got   what   we   wanted,   but   you   had   to   keep   playing   your   games.   You   couldn’t   leave   well   enough   alone.   Why   is   that   ?   Give   me   one   good   reason   and   I’ll   consider   taking   the   spell   off   of   you   right   here   and   right   now.   ❞

[hechose]

Idly combs his fingers through Armand's hair after convincing him to rest his head in his lap. xoxo

apparently he'd been pacing-- nervous and frustrated energy flowing through the vampire. so he'd forced himself to sit down. but that hadn't lasted long as armand's mind ticked over so, he went back to pacing. and pacing. and more pacing. pacing that very nearly turns to floating too. which was in fact the only thing that got him to finally still, standing in place but as was pointed out, the energy within him could still be sensed and--

honestly, when crowley had practically summoned him closer, there was a part of armand that wanted to bite back. but then his eyes actually landed on the demon king's and, well. apparently even an ancient vampire like him wasn't immune to such a thing. nor was he immune to listening to guidance, letting himself lie back and rest head in crowley's lap. for a moment, just blinking up at him before finally, he released breath and closed his eyes-- letting the soft movement of fingers through his hair soothe him. will away that tightly held tension, finally easing the comfort deep into his soul.

so much so, that when he opened his eyes again, there was a kind of hazy contentment about the vampire-- a small smile even on his lips. "thank you."

[bloodsalted]

“ I'm enjoying the fact that I'm taller than Crowley.”

"honesty? that's a pleasure taken in by so many and yet? for you? i'm so glad you're cherishing something that's just doomed to piss him right the hell off even more than his usual disposition makes him prone to be." ahh yes! the demon remains the short stack out of them all! shoulda bargained his soul not only for an extra three inches down south but up north while he was at it, too. c'mon. if you're giving your soul over?? make it WORTH IT--WORTH IT!

least stiles isn't the lil guy when crowley's taggin' along, eh??

[downs1de-has-moved]

" I reserved the best seat in the ✨️House✨️. "

"Joke all you want, but I don't see you on my lap."

[bloodsalted]

@ceocrowley -- smols!

Abandon All Hope

[snnynatural]

" No, i don't like this! i'm humiliated! "

PROMPTS FOR CARRYING/BEING CARRIED *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

“you  said  no  one  can  pick  up  a  demon.  i'm  just  proving  my  point."  there  was  a  little  smugness  in  her  tone  as  she  was  giving  crowley  a  piggy  back  ride.  maybe  even  doing  a  little  spin  while  giggling.  “oh  come  on,  you  enjoy  being  carried.  don't  you  like  being  waited  on  hand  and  foot?”

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx-archived]

【༶•⛧┈♛】     ――――   ❝   I   suddenly   find   myself   a   little   hurt,   Crowley.   You   wouldn’t   even   kill   for   me   ?   ❞   Meg   folded   her   arms   across   her   chest,   lips   curling   into   that   sly,   dangerous   smirk   Crowley   had   grown   all   too   familiar   with   over   the   centuries.   ❝   Tsk,   Tsk.   ❞

Her   eyes   glinted   with   something   between   amusement   and   menace.   But   would   she   expect   anything   less   from   Crowley   himself   ?   Unlikely.   She   doesn't   allow   it   to   affect   her,   instead   she   seals   it   away   for   now.   It's   something   she   will   remember   in   the   later   days   to   come.   ❝   We'll   just   work   on   some   of   the   areas   I   find   you're   lacking in.   ❞ Which we're many by the looks of this card. Still yet he did manage a bingo, even though she set that line up just so he could claim it. ❝   I'm damn good at what I do.   ❞

[eyeless-smiles]

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