If Resident Evil 8 Was Ever Turned Into A Live Action Movie, Lana Parilla Better Play Lady Dimitrescu.

If resident evil 8 was ever turned into a live action movie, Lana Parilla better play Lady Dimitrescu. I mean . . .

The resemblance . . .

The "baddest bitch here" vibes . . .

I can't be the only one who sees this.

Oh dear Chuck. My heart cant take it!! Absolutely love this!!

A Spell of Ice and Fire

A/N: I took a bit of creative license; played fast and loose with the continuity.  Because, well… I find Pellegrino hotter than Casifer.  And I’m the Chuck of this little world. MUAHAHAHAH!  ::ahem::  …Anyway, I hope you like it!!!  Also, thank you for your patience.  See?  I do take requests!  I just…. take a long time on them…. 

Menu Warnings: ALL THE SMUT!!  Power struggle, sex magic, Demon Power!Kink, Cold!kink (is that a thing?  I’m sure that’s a thing), equal-opportunity oral sex, orgasm denial (more like inattentive partner, but…), unprotected sex (Porn is not real life, y'all.), really rough sex, restraint, ménage a trois, almost-death by hypothermia.  And if that’s not enough, strong language and drinking.

Word Count: 5,300ish (Yes, it’s a bit long.  But you’re getting two for the price of one, here.)

The picture was everything Crowley liked.  You, in your black lace robe and nothing else, reclined on your bed, cut crystal glass of Glencraig in hand.  If this didn’t get his attention, nothing would.

<It’s rude to make me drink alone> You typed under the photo, and hit send.  And waited.  And waited.  And then you drank your scotch alone.

It had been three weeks since the bastard had contacted you.  Granted, you’d been keeping your relationship quiet (he had a whole dimension to run, you had your coven to look after, and his continued contact with the Winchester brothers could be hazardous to your health), but still.  He had never gone more than a day or two without at least a text.  You were starting to worry.  

Lucifer lounged on the throne, one leg thrown over the armrest, thumbing through Crowley’s phone.  When the picture and text came through, a look of glee diffused his face, and he leapt up to saunter over to Crowley’s cage.

“Well, lookie lookie here, doggie.  Seems your bitch is in heat.”  He crouched down to wave the phone in front of Crowley’s face.  The captive king lunged, threw his hand through the bars, and tried to grab the phone, but Lucifer was too fast.

“Bad dog.”  The devil studied your picture for a while, an evil glow in his eyes.  “You know, this one isn’t half bad.  Definitely out of your league- how did you get that?”  He squinted at the screen.  “Waaait a minute.  There are hex bag goodies on that table in the background.  Are you schtupping a witch?  Oh, that’s just too deliciously Oedipal.  Does your mother know what you’ve been up to, young man?”

Crowley snarled around his gag, which delighted his captor.  Giggling, Lucifer began tapping out a response.  “You know, I work really hard.  I think I deserve some fun, what do you think, Dog?”

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It feels so good when your writing is flowing effortlessly, when you write without even thinking.

Love goes through the stomach

Summary: When King Loki comes to eat in the restaurant you work in minutes before you close for the night, it is both annoyance and fear you feel, especially when he expresses how he is rather fond of your cooking skills. What you do not know, however, is that it is about far more than just your famous stew which he requested. He wants you in his bed, all to himself; so when you refuse to accept the position as his personal chef in his castle on Midgard, Loki takes you there against your will. Captured and stripped of most of your clothing, you wake up again in his elegant bedroom only to find out about his true intentions with you… will you surrender to him, eventually?

A/N: Requests from @the-departed-patato​, @id-rather-be-in-middle-earth​ and two anons… featuring one of my favourite AUs. It also takes place in a more or less haunted castle, @silverlightsaber​. Does that count? Enjoy, everyone! ♥

Words: 7804 Warnings: kidnapping, smut, non-con then dub-con, Jötun!Loki, Loki wins!AU, slave!Reader, mentions of assault, manipulation, blackmailing

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Not gonna lie, I have very impure thoughts off this gif alone. 😛😛

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You: *wearing your headphones, dancing and singing* One hop this time, one hop this time. Right foot two stomps, left foot two stomps. Slide to the left... Slide to the right. Criss cross. Criss cross. Cha cha real smooth

Lady D and the girls: *notice you*

Lady Dimitrescu: *is pretty confused, but doesn't disturb you*

Cassandra: *rolls her eyes in annoyance*

Daniela: *starts imitating your moves*

Bela: *stands silently, smiling and clapping her hands to your dance*