You: *wearing Your Headphones, Dancing And Singing* One Hop This Time, One Hop This Time. Right Foot

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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*

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.

I'm so tired of Maxwells bullshit. Can he not fuck up for once? Btw love this story, cant wait for more ❤❤❤

What’s Love Got To Do With It?

Chapter 5: Don’t You Want Me

Maxwell Lord x F!Reader

Summary: Maxwell Lord is successful, handsome and can have anything he wants with a snap of his fingers. He is living the American dream until his mother turns his life upside down by going behind his back to organize an arranged marriage to help take Chimtech Consortium to new heights. The only thing worse than not being in control is that his bride-to-be is you, the one person he cannot stand.

Warning: (Smut and swearing is most chapters) In this chapter: swearing, implied smut and Maxwell’s dirty thoughts

A/N: Ooo! A shorter chapter here but a lot of action! Snookums is back. The response to this story has been amazing! I am floored by every comment! As always, feedback is appreciated and let me know if you want to be tagged (if I forgot to tag you I’m sorry! Please inbox me)

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“Come in” Maxwell huffs, tearing his eyes away from his paperwork.

“I, uh, brought you a coffee sir” Barbara Ann stammers as she walks in the door.

She places the cup down on the oak desk with a shaky hand and Maxwell sighs, noting her nerves.

“You have been working here for two weeks, how are you still nervous?” he huffs, picking up the cup of coffee.

He takes a sip and spits it back out into the cup, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he glares up at Barbara.

“Learn how to make a fucking espresso” he hisses.

“Ye-yes sir” Barbara frantically nods, taking the cup from him and accidentally spilling some of the brew on his desk.

“For fucks sake” Maxwell leans back, avoiding the splash before he shakes his head at Barbara.

“I’ll clean it up” she promises and Maxwell sighs, wondering why his mother would hire such a useless assistant. 

Barbara Ann rushes out of the room before coming back with the napkins she hoards in her desk, wiping the liquid up with anxiety-riddled swipes.

“Did you get what I asked for?” Maxwell looks up at her expectantly.

“Yes sir” she nods, “I did”

“Good, can you take it to her now?” he glances up at the clock on the wall.

“Yes Mr. Lord” Barbara licks her lips, looking at her boss.

“Well off you go” he gestures towards the door and she nods once more, gathering the sopping wet napkins up in her hand before scurrying out of the office.

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Lord’s assistant would like to see you” your assistant knocks on the open door and you nod, “thank you. Please send her in”

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