A Dangerous Game - Ch. 4

And we’re back! How is 2019 treating everyone?

Ten years. No more and no less. Now the clock has run out, and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell. Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Crowley x OFC (can be read as reader insert)

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Chapter Warnings: Language. Subdrop. Discussion of magic. Nothing offensive. A/N: Oof. (That seems to be my favorite word so far this year.) I’ve heard the first 3 to 5 chapters are the hardest to write, and damn son, I don’t disagree. Fun fact, this chapter marks the first in my fic career (lol) to feature TWO major-player OCs. Enjoy!

That’s the price you pay Leave behind your heart and cast away Just another product of today Rather be the hunter than the prey Imagine Dragons, “Natural” ***

The house was just as I left it the night before. The fire had burned down and the sunlight through the windows rendered the lights I had left on useless, and looking around it was easy to believe last night never happened. Even the glass of wine he left sitting on the coffee table could have been mine… I felt warm and unsettled. Was that still the spell? Clearing my throat, I called out, “Katie? Katie?” I stepped out of the living room and stood at the foot of the stairs, letting my voice echo. “Hecate!” There was silence, but a motion in my periphery made me turn my head in time to see a streak of black fur hurry down the stairs and rush toward me. A sleek, lithe cat, tail aloft and eyes glowing, winding herself around my ankles and purring while a soft voice sounded in my head. I called for you all night! I was worried sick! “I’m sorry,” I replied. “I had no idea, I never heard you.” Do you know where you were? “Hell? Maybe?” She yowled loudly in distress. What happened?

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A Dangerous Game - Ch. 2

Hey guys, I got something for you…I hope you’re gonna like it…

Ten years. No more, no less. But now the clock has run out, and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell.

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Crowley x OFC

Warnings: READ THE WARNINGS. HEED THE WARNINGS. Smut. Like, SMUT. Language. Fear play. Breath play. Fingering. Electrostimulation. Sadomasochism. Praise kink. Voice kink. Bondage. Impact play. Knife play. Blood play. Rough sex. Some dub-con undertones. Can’t stress enough how risky some of this is, so remember to read up on “Safe, Sane, Consensual” and don’t try this at home. Seriously. Don’t like, don’t read. Hallelujah, praise Chuck, let’s get this show on the road!

One day you will see

And dare to come down to me

Yeah, come on, come on, now

Take a chance

That’s right, let’s dance

Metallica, “Devil’s Dance”

My pulse was too quick to count the beats and my head was spinning out of control. Crowley smiled at me one more time and grabbed hold of my wrist, and then we were…gone. There was a brief moment when I ceased to exist as a being unto myself, my corporeal form dissolving into the fabric of space, then I was whole again. Though when I looked around me, I wasn’t in my living room anymore. I wasn’t sure what I expected Hell to look like, but it certainly wasn’t this. The penthouse suites in the high rise hotels I’d spent my last week in weren’t as swanky as this.

We were in a foyer with marble-tiled flooring that gave way to gleaming hardwood and plush carpets. It looked to be part reception hall, part sitting room, lounge seating at one end and an elegant piano at the other. The walls were hung with art; on closer look, the paintings and photos were either familiar pieces with slight corruptions or, in some cases, the originals themselves, and I could only guess how those ended up in Crowley’s collection. The far wall was nothing but glass, a wide, seamless window with curtains pulled back to reveal a distorted view outside, though on our arrival Crowley snapped his fingers and the curtains drew shut.

“It’s a…nice place you have here,” I commented lightly, trying not to sound scared or eager.

“It pays to be in charge, love,” he told me. He slid off his overcoat and flung it onto a coat stand I was quite sure hadn’t been there the entire time, hands sliding into his pockets as he strolled farther into the room. The arrogance that usually surrounded him had shifted. He emanated power, grace, control, and the danger he accused me of craving. Seeing the change that came over him as soon as we stepped into his domain, I had to admit how right he was, though it didn’t stop the fear stirring inside me. Here, he was in control, and he could do whatever he wanted to me.

“Now, then,” he said, turning to look at me, still standing agape in the foyer, “why don’t we see how well you negotiate?”

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A Dangerous Game - Ch. 1

Happy Halloween! And guys….it’s here!

Ten years. No more, no less. But now the clock has run out, and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell.

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Crowley x OFC

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. Heavy BDSM. Violence. Angst. Fluff. Crowley being Crowley.

Whew, it’s time! First of all, I can’t believe I’m doing this! Second, this was going to be just a one-shot, then a two-parter, now it’s gonna be multi-chaptered and I think my head is gonna explode. Third, I’m scared to death and I’m rambling, so let’s get this show on the road!

Chapter warnings: language, talk of Hell, demons, damnation, canon-typical stuff. Nothing to offend the youth. Yet.

It’s a sin with no name

Like a hand in a flame

And our senses proclaim

It’s a dangerous game

Jekyll and Hyde, “Dangerous Game”

I had my favorite dress on, a glass of wine in my hand while my favorite album played on the stereo. I had spent the past week in a haze of indulgence; fancy hotels, spa days, fantasy travel destinations, all was fair game for six days and nights before I went back to my own house to say goodbye to what friends I had left, then enjoy the comfort of my own home. While I could, that is.

There was no need to watch the clock. I had timed the music down to the very second. The last song would finish playing the instant my time ran out. Ten years, exactly. No more. No less.

Maybe I should have been scared–well, more scared. These would be my last moments on Earth…but I didn’t want them spoiled by fear. There would be eternity for that soon enough. Right now, the wine was sweet, the dress made me feel fabulous, and the music was like a cherished friend come to visit. For last moments, I think I could have done worse.

The last note faded out, and I took one last breath…

“Hello, darling.”

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Yay! Always excited for more Crowley stories! 🖤

Grey Area

Characters: Chief Jim Hopper x Female Reader, Eleven/Jane Hopper

Words: 5,599

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY

A/N: This story was inspired by these requests:

@countryfire2 - “Can you do an imagine where hopper and the reader are getting it in than Jane interrupts them Smut/Fluff Please”

anon -  “eeeeeeeeeeee i rlly can’t resist……….. 21 with hopper”

@sithlordslut - “1, 21, & 31 with Hopper for the smutty prompts!”

anon - “Ok so 11 and 16 with Hopper pls”

(1. “Teasing isn’t very nice, sweetheart.”, 11. “Take a risk, sweetheart.”, 16. “I am the only one who is allowed to touch you like that.” 21. “You need to stop sweetheart. you’re gonna get yourself into trouble.” 31. “you’re playing a dangerous game.”)

Thank you so much!

This story contains swearing, dirty talk, unprotected, semi-public and mildly rough sex, and use of the word ‘slut’ in a non-derogatory manner.

Summary: Sometimes you just can’t wait.

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You just know when it's written by flamehairedwritings that it's gonna be wonderful...and it was. I loved the frustration, the hot dialogue, and the moment of release being mixed in with the possibility of being caught. ❤

Good Girl, Bad Woman

Characters: Chief Jim Hopper x Female Reader, Officer Callahan, Officer Powell, Random Drunk Man

Words: 5,714

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY

A/N: I start 2018 as I mean to go on. The title for this story was taken from the song ‘Good Girl, Bad Woman’ by Tape Five and although I started working on this a couple of weeks ago I’ve now incorporated two anonymously requested prompts into it:

3. ‘beg for it’

48. ‘are you gonna be good and do as you’re told’

so I hope the two anons enjoy! 

This story contains a drunk stranger coming on to you, swearing, handcuffs, dirty talk, mild spanking, mild choking, and rough and unprotected sex.

Summary: You’ll get this round.

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God, I loved every part of this. The freaking singing? Hilarious. The Chief in charge? Yes, please. Like seriously, arrest me. The deliciously dirty dialogue? Just turn me into mush, why don't ya. ❤

Before and After - Chapter 2

Title: Before and After - Chapter 2

Characters: Jim Hopper x Reader

Word Count: 1375

Summary:  Dealing with the 1 year anniversary of her almost life-ending accident coming up soon, our character not only has to deal with how this makes her feel, but also how it’s making Jim feel.

Warnings:The first few chapters, not too much. There’s swearing, smoking, drinking, talk about death, mental illness, body image and the complicated feelings that come with living through these things. Further along there is more of the same and then that sweet, sweet smut some of you animals are after.

A/N: This chapter is mostly some good ‘ol character development. Enjoy. 

The feedback on the first chapter warmed my cold heart you guys. <3 Thanks. 

This started out as just the urge to write some nice smut for you fine folks. It has grown into an over 20,000 word (so far) exploration. There is lots of fluff and romance, sexual tension, will they/won’t they feelings. There is smut later on, I promise, just stay with me on this. I believe this is called a slow burn.

Here are the tagged folks, if you’d like to be added or removed, just leave a reply and I’ll see it! 

@whatmakesmebeme-tblr  @sleepylunarwolf @elevenofmages @alahmorah @norcula @undiscl0sed-desir3s @atari-writes @jobean12-blog @miss-harleenquinzel @kiwiphroot @ashphoenix105

The moment the phone rings, you find yourself stuck in what used to be your go-to dress, not being able to pull it over your chest after the weight gain you’d experienced since getting hurt. Your arms were tangled in the sleeves and you were trying to pull free without hurting yourself or the dress. You wrestle out of it, knock the needle off your record that’s playing and fall onto the bed and reach for the phone.

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David Harbour || The Equalizer (2014)

*Stares intensely