#if your muse wants to summon a crossroads demon or is even just a little bit curious

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          So, you want to summon a demon, do you? Do you want to see your greatest desires, your wildest dreams, your ultimate goals in life instantly fulfilled, with little to no effort on your part? It’s easier than you might think, though it comes at a heavy cost...

          If you said yes to any of the above, then the demon you’re looking for is a crossroads demon, lesser known as a contract demon. And a contract demon can be summoned to your doorstep in a number of different ways.

          Of course, there’s always the tried-and-true classic of going down to a dirt crossroads in the dead of night, but in order for your summoning to be deemed a success, you have to bring the right calling card for them to come knocking. Altogether, you will need to collect a very specific set of items:

deadman’s ashes, supplemented with freshly dug graveyard dirt.

the horn of a manx loaghtan goat.

a picture of whomever is performing the summons.

and to top it all off, a few drops of their blood.

          Place these items together neatly in a wooden box and bury it at the center of a crossroads, preferably at the height of a full moon. This summons can be performed at any time of night, but a full moon inherently distills more magic out into the natural world and thus will ensure a much faster response for your troubles. Typically, you will only need to bring together these unique items for your first summons, to call the demon to your side and negotiate terms. If the demon actually accepts your proposal, then they may give you a more lucrative means through which to contact them with any future concerns, namely a business card with a secure phone number or even an e-mail address. These demons are primarily surface dwellers, many of which lead double lives functioning among human society, so in recent history they’ve been forced to adapt to current technologies and methods of communication.

          And there you have it! This summons can also be performed at the fork or the mouth of a river, by tossing a box with the same ingredients headlong into the water. After that, your closest crossroads demon representative will contact you at their earliest convenience - to bargain for your soul.

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Contracts

WHAT DO YOU MEAN TUMBLR DELETED THIS? ISTG!

Bucky x reader x Steve x Sam

Non-reader POV

Maria didn't want this baby. The timing was terrible, her situation worse, and with her declining mental and physical health, there was no way she'd be a good mother.

Maria had never wanted to be a mother. Her ex-husband was deplorable and wanted a baby to better his image. Her mother always said once she'd grow to love her child, but as Maria's due date neared, she began to hate the life inside of her.

Maria loved the finer things, and her ex-husband had provided her with the life and luxury she desired. But now she had run, she was forced to live in poverty and thus triggered her plan. 

There was a house on the outskirts of town she had run to. The locals spun many tales about the inhabitants of the house. Some claimed the two sold their souls to the devil and cursed the locals. Some said a woman danced naked in the nearby wood. But many said they helped, made deals with the locals, providing services and acts no-one could explain.

When Maria made it to the house, she was surprised at the normalcy of the cottage-like home. She was more surprised, especially after the stories she'd heard when a normal woman opened the door.

"Hello, Maria." The woman smiled kindly. "My name is Y/N. I think you'd like to come in, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, please." Maria nodded, not asking how she knew her name. Y/N gestured for Maria to enter and led Maria into a small kitchen. "Buck, we have company!" 

"Who's this, doll?" A man asked, coming in from the back door. 

"This is Maria." Y/N introduced. "She wants to make a deal." She added as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Ah, business." The man nodded before holding a hand out to Maria. "I'm James. It's nice to meet you, Maria. Who are you here to make a deal with?"

"I'm willing to barter with whoever," Maria answered, subconsciously scratching her arm.

"I believe she'll be bargaining us both, Buck." Y/N told him. "Let's sit." Y/N said, gesturing to the table. 

"Alright, how can we help you, Maria?" James asked as the three sat down. 

"The baby," Maria started. "You can have it. Eat it, sell it, raise it, I don't care. I've heard plenty of stories from the town, I don't know which are true, but you can have it."

"I see," Bucky said slowly. "And what do you want from us?" He asked, taking Y/N's hand.

"I want youth. To turn back the clock, be young again, and not sick." Maria told the two. 

"That can be easily arranged." Y/N nodded, eyeing Maria carefully. "But you do know a deal with us can't be reversed." Y/N told her.

"I understand." Maria firmly said. "You can have the child. I don't care what happens to it. I just want my youth and health back."

"You have a deal." Y/N said as Bucky nodded. "Since health is more James's area, I'll take care of the youth."

"What do I have to do?" Maria asked.

"Your deal with Y/N requires a simple blood spell. However, I am not a witch." Bucky started. "I'm an incubus, so any deal with me is of a more sexual nature." 

"I don't care." Maria shook her head. "I'll do whatever I have to."

"Good, because if you're making a deal with us, you follow our rules." Y/N told her. "I don't care what you do afterward, but while you're pregnant, you stay away from drugs and alcohol."

"And you don't have any unprotected sex," Bucky added.

"It's not like I can get more pregnant." Maria scoffed.

"No, but you could get something," Bucky said. "Those are our rules, you follow until the baby is born. Do we still have a deal?" Bucky asked her.

"Yes. We have a deal." Maria agreed.

And that was the night Maria traded her baby for youth and health.

That was supposed to be it, but Maria could be greedy. Her mother had been a spiritual one and used to claim she could see all sorts of creatures.

One thing her mother would nearly screech about seeing was the fae. She'd spoken about the signs that they were around so often, Maria could never forget.

It was two weeks after making her deal with Y/N and James that Maria began noticing the signs.

Maria used to doubt her mother's ramblings, but given the deal, she'd made with a witch and an incubus, nothing was impossible.

So, she left offerings. She left cakes, honey, fresh fruits, old jewelry, and odd trinkets.

Three days later, she was proven correct when a blonde man sat inside a ring of mushrooms, munching away at the cake. 

"You have a lovely taste in cake." The man said, wiping away crumbs. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Maria stammered.

"Why are you summoning me?" The man asked. "Most people don't even know we exist."

"My mother said fae made deals with luck." Maria began. "Is that true?"

"It is."

"I'd like to make a deal," Maria stated, taking a step forward. "A trade." "I'm listening."

"You can have my baby if you give me luck. Good luck." She clarified.

"That is a steep trade." The man mused.

"One I'm willing to make," Maria assured him. "The child for luck." 

"I can take this deal, but I'm going to need you to not leave me any offerings for a while. Feed yourself and the babe. You're too thin." He said before stepping out of the circle. "I'm Steve."

Maria didn't think Steve's deal would work considering Y/N and James' claim to the child. She wasn't thinking when she traded the child again to Steve in return for luck.

But she was definitely thinking when she found herself at a crossroads. It had taken many long nights and days, doing constant research to find what she needed for the ceremony. Anyone could contact a crossroads demon, but Maria wanted the best.

"The only humans I come into regular contact with are hunters, but I don't think you're a hunter, are you, Maria?" A man asked, appearing behind her.

"No." She shook her head, trying to not show her fear.

"Let me guess you want to make a deal?" He asked, circling behind her. "Brave little human." He mused after she nodded. "Most try to avoid the King of Hell, not summon him."

"I'm not most people," Maria told him.

"I can see that." He grinned. "Well, go ahead, little human. Present your deal."

"Immortality for the babe." She said bluntly. 

"You would sacrifice your child for immortality? A piece of yourself for more years on this miserable planet?" He asked, raising a brow at the woman.

"Yes. The child is yours. To do whatever with." Maria said firmly. "I don't need to ever see it again. All I want is immortality."

"I can see you have your heart set on this." The King said, pursing his lips. "Fine, we have a deal. The child is mine after you give birth, and then I will grant you immortality." He confirmed, holding out his hand.

Maria didn’t hesitate to take his hand in her own.

Maria's due date had finally come. Y/N and James had taken her in for the last month, intending to care for her and wanting her to give birth in their home.

Maria had been in labor for several hours now, and it was finally time. 

"One more push, Maria. He's almost out." Y/N coaxed, kneeling between her legs.

Maria let out a loud scream as she pushed, and suddenly, her cries were joined by the baby.

"Oh, he's perfect." Y/N cooed as James wrapped a blanket around the baby. The two were focused on the squealing babe until there was a loud whoosh and a flash of light.

"Who are you?" James demanded, standing up and in front of the women and child.

"I'm Steve, and I'm here for the child." The blonde said, taking a small step forward.

"Unlikely." The other man scoffed. "I am Sam, King of Hell, and I was promised that child." He introduced, strutting forward.

Maria didn't hear much else before she passed out from exhaustion.

Reader POV

"She's in the spare room," Bucky announced, entering the living room and standing beside you.

"Excellent. Now let's get down to business. Give me the child, and I will leave." Sam said from where he leaned against the wall.

"I don't know what the two of you were promised, but we traded with Maria months ago." You said, clutching the sleeping babe to your chest. "He's ours."

"So she gave you a meal?" Steve scoffed, causing you to hiss.

"How dare you? We're going to raise him, you pixie-" 

"I am a fae. Don't you dare compare me to a pixie." Steve snapped, rising from his chair.

"Gentlemen, lady, I have business elsewhere to attend to, if I could please just have my child," Sam said, pushing off the wall.

"We're not going to let you hurt this baby," You said, narrowing your eyes at the demon.

"Now who's making accusations?" Sam asked, raising a brow at you. "For your information, I have no intention of harming him." He promised, raising his hands.

"Why do you even want this baby?" Bucky asked him.

"Security. My position is consistently under threat, and an heir would secure my reign." Sam informed the room. 

"So you want him for political gain? He's a child." Steve said, crossing his arms.

"I understand that!" Sam snapped. "I didn't just make my deal for that. Hell is a lonely place. A child would be a great companion. And why do you want him? Do you plan on exchanging him with one of your own?"

"No, that wasn't why I agreed to Maria's deal." Steve sighed. "I saw a woman who wasn't looking after herself or her child. I wanted to help him." Steve said, gesturing to the sleeping bundle.

"As did we," Bucky said, wrapping an arm around you. "Maria was in a bad place when she came to us. She was using while pregnant, and she seemed desperate."

"We've always wanted a baby." Y/N added quietly. "I can't have children, and no adoption agency in town would let us adopt. But we've always wanted one."

"Look clearly, the two of you want the baby more, but I can't reverse my deal," Sam told you. "It's binding."

"As is mine," Steve said. "I couldn't take it back even if I wanted to."

"So, how about we come to terms on an arrangement." Sam began. "We each have a claim, and we've each grown attached to him, so we co-parent."

"And how do we trust you won't run off with him?" Bucky asked him.

"Because we'll make a deal. We make a deal, all of us, using whatever method we did with Maria. We bind ourselves to each other and the child." Sam explained.

"We'd have to schedule who he stays with and when," Steve said after a minute.

"And communicate clearly with one another." You added.

"We can add any constituents we have to to our deal." Sam agreed. "The point is he's our child now, and we raise him together. Do you agree?"

"Yes," Steve said.

"We agree." You chimed in as Bucky nodded.

"Now that we've agreed on this, there's only one thing we have to decide on." Bucky started.

"And what's that?"

"What do we name him?"

Maria had disappeared that day. Gone from the guest room, with no note and no clue as to where she had gone. In the two years since none of you had heard from her.

The four of you had been raising Anthony, Tony, for two years. The four of you had spent hours working on your agreement as to how you would co-parent him. 

Eventually, you would all come to an agreement you were all happy with. It was hard at first. The four of you clashed more often than not and argued about how you were supposed to be raising Anthony.

The arguments continued up until Tony's first birthday. For some reason, the four of you were able to overcome your differences and become closer as people.

Today was Tony's second birthday. Steve and Sam had arrived at yours and Bucky's where you set up a small party for the boy.

You'd all spoiled Tony absolutely rotten, despite the fact he probably didn't know even know it was his birthday. Your genius son had been gifted all sorts of toys, books, building sets, tools, and other presents that caused him to laugh in delight.

You'd just laid Tony down to bed with the hell-hound pup Sam had gifted him, which curled around him protectively, before joining Sam and Steve in the living room.

"Tony's all tuckered out." You announced, sitting beside Sam and taking a glass of wine from the table.

"You think we went a little overboard?" Steve asked, sipping his own drink.

"Don't think so. Besides, Anthony deserves to be spoiled." Sam assured him.

"Of course you would say that. You got Tony a dog." You teased the demon.

"You all agreed to it," Sam smirked. There was a loud sound from the kitchen that caused the three of you to tense.

"Buck? What was that?" You asked, standing quickly.

"Nothing!" Bucky called back. Putting your drink down, you turned to the two men.

"I'll be right back." You said before moving into the kitchen. Bucky was hunched over the kitchen counter, eyes closed, and gripping the countertop tightly. "Oh, Buck." You cooed, moving towards him. "I didn't realize it had been this long."

"My fault," Bucky grunted. "Forgot." He added as you stood next to him.

"I should have realized. Your thoughts are kind of screaming right now." You said.

"We've both been busy." He said through gritted teeth. You reached out and put a hand on Bucky's shoulder, only for him to pull you to his chest. 

"Buck." You gasped as he pushed a thigh between your legs. Bucky smashed his mouth to yours and kissed you violently. It was all teeth and tongue as Bucky forced you further into the counter.

"Did you forget you had company?" Sam suddenly asked. You pulled away from Bucky, who began biting at your neck, to see Sam and Steve in the doorway.

"Bucky's gone too long without sex." You said breathlessly. "His demon side is taking over."

"We could take Anthony and give you two some privacy." Steve offered.

"Or you could join us," Bucky said, pulling away from your neck, causing you to whine. "Don't think I can't see you, watching this," Bucky smirked, pushing his thigh into your center.

You let out another loud whine at the movement, causing Sam to smirk and Steve to burn bright red.

"I'm not going to deny anything," Sam said, stepping forward. "I'm always down for an orgy. Hell knows how long I've wanted this." He added, brushing his thumb down your cheek.

"Are you in love with us, Samuel?" You teased, cutting yourself off with a groan.

"Can you blame me, little witch?" Sam asked. "I'd be a fool to not fall for the three of you." He said, turning to Bucky and pulling him down to kiss the man.

"Are you okay, Stevie?" You asked, turning to the man still standing in the doorway. "You don't have to join if you're not comfortable." 

"I want to," Steve said quickly. "But when we made our deal was the only time I've slept with more than one person. And we weren't exactly focused on pleasure then." He added, taking a small step forward. “I might not be good at this.”

"We can teach you." Sam offered, pulling away from Bucky, who whined lowly. "Do you want us to teach you?"

"Yes."

"Come on over here, Stevie." You said, crooking a finger in his direction. "We'll teach you everything we know."

The four of you had spent the rest of the night satisfying Bucky's demon side, teaching Steve all you could, and attempting to keep quiet enough you wouldn't wake Anthony.

Eventually, the four of you had migrated back into your bedroom, where you all fell asleep.

As you began to wake up, you noticed fingers were lightly trailing down your side. The motion was slow and soothing, you noted before opening your eyes to see Sam looking down at you.

"Morning." Sam greeted with a smile.

"Morning." You responded. "Where are the other two?" You asked, noting Steve and Bucky's absence.

"Making breakfast. They'll be back in a minute." Sam told you. "We have some things to talk about."

"Yes, we do." You said before sitting up. "Pass me your shirt." You demanded of the King.

"Why do you need my shirt?" Sam asked, handing you the item. You'd just pulled the shirt on when Bucky entered with Anthony in his arms. 

"Look who's awake." Bucky cooed as the toddler reached for the two of you. 

"Good morning, baby." You said, taking him into your arms. Anthony immediately began babbling as Bucky sat on Sam's side.

"Steve said he'd join us with breakfast while I dealt with this little demon," Bucky told you, reaching over to pinch Tony's cheek.

"Cutest demon I've ever seen," Sam commented as Tony played with his fingers.

"How much have you three already talked?" You asked the two without looking away from the toddler. 

"Not much. Enough to know we need to talk." Bucky promised you.

"We wanted to wait until you were awake before we talked about anything," Sam added.

As Sam finished his sentence, Steve entered the room with four trays floating behind him. 

"Alright, who's hungry?" Steve asked, directing the trays to the three of you, with one staying by his side.

Tony began to chant 'me,' causing the four of you to chuckle. 

"You are? Well, that won't do at all." Steve teased, gently taking him from your arms and seating the toddler on his lap. "Alright, how do we start this conversation?" Steve asked as he began to feed Tony.

"Well, I don't know about the two of you, but Bucky and I have been talking about last night for a while." You admitted, cradling a mug of tea in both hands. "Ever since the night, we agreed to co-parent."

"Not exactly what happened last night, but that was the desired outcome," Bucky added. "We'd hoped to take the two of you out before we slept together again. But if the two of you don't want to go further or think about last night, we can forget about it." 

"I said it last night, and I'll say it again, I want this," Sam assured the rambling man. "I have been alive for thousands of years and been alone for most of them. I have never once felt alone with the three of you. So yeah, I want this. I want to be with you all, I want to raise Tony with you, I want this."

"Steve?" You asked, turning to the blonde. "Where do you stand on this?"

"Shouldn't you already know?" He teased, causing you to laugh weakly.

"I don't know anything right now." You said, looking down. “It’s kind of annoying actually.”

“I want to be with the three of you too.” He said, moving a hand away from Tony to take your hand. “I didn’t know you could fall for three people at the same time, and it really confused me for a while there, but there’s no other way to describe it. I’m in love with you three.”

“I know it might be a little too late now, but can we take we make you two dinner?” Bucky asked, causing Sam to chuckle loudly.

“Never too late for that, Buck, never,” Sam said, patting the brunette’s thigh. “I’d love dinner.”

“So would I.” Steve nodded. 

Tony took that moment to draw attention back to himself by clapping loudly. 

“Are we entertaining you, Mr?” Sam asked, holding his hands out for the boy. “At least you enjoyed our emotional struggle.”

“You don’t need to cry, mom, I’ll be back before you know it.” A fourteen-year-old Tony said, pulling you into a hug.

“If you think she’s crying, you should have seen your papa last night.” Bucky teased, wrapping an arm around Sam.

“Don’t be a dick.” Sam scoffed, hitting Bucky in the chest.

“Language,” Steve said as he stood next to you and Tony. “You know you need to let go of him, sweetheart.”

“I know. I know.” You sighed, pulling back from your boy. “You know you can always change your mind about this. You’re still young, you don’t need to go to college now.”

“I know, mom, but I want to.” Tony nodded. “I want to do this.”

“Okay, but say the word and we’ll take you home.” You said, hugging him once more before stepping back.

“Come here, kiddo,” Steve said, pulling Tony to his chest. “You’ve earned your place here, remember that. No-one can take that from you or how proud we are of you.” 

“I know that, pops.” Tony nodded into his chest. Steve stepped away and Bucky as next to hug your son. 

“Don’t do anything you don’t want to do, okay, Tones? You’re still a kid, and should still have fun but nothing you don’t want to do. Don’t let anyone pressure you into something you don’t want.” 

“I won’t, dad. I promise.” Sam was the final person to pull Tony into a hug.

“Remember we’re closer than a phone call away. If you ever need us, we will be there before you can finish our name. Your mom and I will know if you need us, and we will always be there.” Sam told him.

“Thank you, papa,” Tony said before pulling back. “Okay, I’m ready.” He let out a long breath.

“Knock ‘em on their asses kiddo.” Bucky encouraged. 

“We’ll always be proud of you, and we’ll always love you, Anthony. Go show them what you can do.” You said.

“I love you too,” Tony responded. “I’ll call you soon, I promise.”

“That’s a verbal contract. We’ll remember that one.” Sam smirked. 

“Have fun, Tony,” Steve told him.

“I will.” Tony nodded. Tony gave the four of you one last look before he walked into the dorms behind you.

“He’ll be okay,” Sam assured you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “He knows how to handle himself.” 

“Of course he does. Look at who his parents are.” Steve teased as he took Bucky’s hand in his own.

“I know. I just already miss him.” You said.

“He’s making his own way in the world, but he’s still our baby, doll. Always will be.” Bucky promised you.

Yes, yes, he would.

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Herding cats - Rafael Barba x OFC - Part Seven

A/N: Chapter seven... who would’ve thought, right? I am so excited about this chapter because it marks the start of a turning point in the story (even though I am not completely satisfied with how I wrote it) . There are plans to make a playlist for the story too and maybe another moodboard or banner (this Pinterest thing is getting out of hand). I hope you guys enjoy!

Links to previous chapters:

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

Pairings: Rafael Barba x Lemon/Astrid Kelly (Original Female Character)

Fandom: Law & Order SVU

Word count: 1763

Everything was business as usual at the precinct – Olivia was working her ass off interrogating a suspect with Nick, Munch kept complaining about things, and Finn and Amanda begged Lemon to come by and bring them food.

“Today was a roller coaster!” Lemon exclaimed as she drew a chair next to Amanda and slumped down. She took off her heels and stretched her feet to ease out some of the pain, much to the annoyance of her friend. “After that whole thing with Charles I went shopping and almost had to fight an old lady for the last parking spot. Here’s your food.”

“Did Barba… you know, get in touch?” she asked, searching for any sign that the ADA might have listened to the advice she gave the night before.

“No…? Wait- Amanda are you up to something?”

The blonde kept a straight face and pointed to the stack of paperwork piled on her desk. Thank God for poker nights. “Sweetheart, I’ve been working all day. Does it look like I have time for devious plans?”

The redhead calmed down, leaning back into her chair to relax. “Hmm, guess not,” Lemon mused, biting back a groan. Her feet really hurt.

“You do own comfortable shoes. Ever thought about wearing them?”

She shrugged Amanda off. “I’m five inches of whoop-ass without them. Besides, I drove here so I’ll be fine.”

Rafael made his entrance, dressed in a sharp black suit and that silk lavender dress shirt she had always liked. The material of his slacks fit his ass perfectly and she couldn’t help but tilt her head to the side to enjoy the view. He tore his attention from the screen of his phone long enough to look around the room, probably in search of Olivia, but his eyes landed on Lemon and he did a double take. The lines of his face hardened.

She greeted Rafael with a saccharine smile from her seat at Amanda’s desk. “Hello, counselor. Here to offer some deals like a crossroads demon?”

“Oh, if only I could summon one and have him take you away so I could get some peace,” he muttered.

“That’s not gonna happen,” Lemon teased as she snatched a fry from Amanda’s plate.

“One can hope.”

Amanda sat quietly at her desk, staring at the ADA with furrowed eyebrows. Something was wrong. Lemon’s body tensed at his cold demeanor.

Before any of them could say anything, Olivia opened the door to the captain’s office and called for Rafael, who seemed more than relieved to get out of the room. The blonde turned to her best friend for answers.

“What happened?”

“Maybe he lost one of his ties up his ass,” Finn quipped.

Lemon laughed at his remark, but Amanda stayed silent and pondered the situation. Her best friend was fine before Barba arrived, so the problem appeared to be on his end.

It wasn’t long before Olivia along with Nick and Barba got out of the interrogation room to chat in the middle of the room.

“It was a good case and we all deserve to blow off some steam. Anybody coming for drinks?” the brunette offered as she tore away from a hushed conversation with the ADA. “Are you joining us, Lemon?”

She shrugged, never being one to turn down an invitation. “Sure.”

Rafael suddenly lost any interest and made up an excuse to leave.

“Paperwork can wait, Barba. Come with us, loosen up a bit,” Nick tried to change his mind.

“Since it’s an open invitation, how about we ask some random Johns on the street if they want to tag along as well.”

The chatter came to a stop. It was more than obvious to Lemon that he had a very big issue with her coming.

“If you must know, I’m having a good day, counselor. Don’t ruin it,” the redhead warned him.

“Contrary to what you may believe, I have no interest in any aspect of your life,” he deadpanned. ‘Not anymore’ he wanted to add, but stopped himself just in time. Rafael didn’t want her to find out he was at her apartment building earlier in the day. He turned his attention towards the variety of texts and emails that kept flooding his phone, ignoring Lemon altogether.

His attitude put her off – dare she say even made a pang of sadness shoot through her heart. Their little game of throwing sass at eachother whenever they crossed paths at the SVU was usually entertaining, but Lemon felt something was off with Rafael. He was out for blood and she wanted no part in that. She put her shoes back on and turned to leave, determined to lick her wounds back home with some wine.

“Whatever,” Lemon shot back. “I’ve got better things to do than this.”

He scoffed, not even looking at her when he spoke. His attention was glued to his blackberry as his fingers rapidly typed messages for Carmen. “Oh, really? Do you even have friends outside this precinct?”

What in the seven fucks?!

She stopped dead in her tracks. “What is wrong with you today?!”

‘EVERYTHING’ he wanted to shout in frustration. Everything from his rotten luck in life to the sleepless nights spent working in his office or the emptiness of his home when he had nobody to come to after a long day. Instead, Barba chose to bite at the inside of his cheek and remain silent.

“Fine, if you won’t leave, I will,” he announced in a clipped tone as he pushed past her.

Lemon wasn’t about to stand back and let him walk over her. Determined to give Rafael a piece of her mind, the redhead chased after him.

"You asshole!!!"

She took off her heels and threw one at Barba, missing his head by a couple of inches. The shoe landed with a thud, sliding across the floor only to stop by Olivia's foot. Rafael turned around, his face in a complete state of disbelief.

"Did you just THROW A SHOE at me?!"

Lemon folded her hands across her chest, still holding the remaining shoe in case she had to hurl something at the ADA again. "Yes I did and I'll throw the other one too if you don't apologize!"

Rafael's eyes widened in surprise. "I'm sorry- WHAT?! Apologize?! This is crazy,” he said, brushing her off.

"Watch it, counselor," Finn warned. He and Amanda were watching intently from one end of the hallway while Nick sat beside Olivia with a smirk on his face. Sure, the ADA was good at what he did, but his personality hadn't won him alot of admirers in the SVU. Nobody besides Olivia was on his side when it came to Rafael and Lemon's feud. Nick playfully named it 'The People vs. Astrid Kelly'.

"Yes, you suit wearing pretentious bastard! APOLOGISE! Is that word even in your vocabulary?!" The redhead screamed as loudly as she could, flailing her arms about to further express herself. "You’re treating me like I'm worth less than the dirt beneath your shoes! WHY?!"  

Lemon's face was red from all the shouting, her chest heaving with anger. The whole street could hear their argument for all she cared. She was emotionally exhausted and on the brink of crying her eyes out in public. “I liked you better with a belt around your neck!”

"I don't have to listen to any of this. We're done here," Barba deadpanned. He turned to go to the captain's office, avoiding eye contact with the other detectives.

“I fucking hate you!”

Lemon felt a sharp, sudden pain shoot through her heart at his cold demeanor and her vision blurred with unshed tears. She threw the other shoe, hitting Rafael’s arm, and collapsed on the tiled floor to give way to tears. Finn was at her side in the blink of an eye, helping her up as she cried and offering encouraging words to calm her down.

"Come on let's get you home. Amanda will take care of him."

Lemon's cheeks were wet, her voice shaky as she spoke between hiccups. The words tangled up in her throat and her ears were ringing. "M-my car ke-keys..."

"Shh, I got you," the older man assured. "Let's find your shoes."

"I-I don't care any-anymore," she countered as they waited for the elevator.

Olivia made way to speak with Rafael, but Nick stopped her. "Let Amanda handle this."

The blonde stormed after him, almost taking the door off its hinges when she entered the office. Barba was pacing back and forth, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he muttered angrily in spanish. His tie and jacket lay discarded on the couch, thrown haphazardly in a rush to rid himself of anything that felt constraining.

"What just happened?!"

"Your best friend happened, detective," he bit back.

"I meant at her house," she pressed. "Your feathers were already ruffled when you came here."

Rafael pursed his lips, biting at the inside of his cheeks as he glared at the wall. He wanted to punch something or go to the bar and drink the night away. "I went to Astrid's apartment as per your advice, but that pendejo beat me to it. Charles was there," he said, spitting his name like bitter medicine.

"Barba, you have no idea how much she cares about your arrogant ass."

"That-" he countered, pointing towards the hallway where all hell broke loose previously "- is not behavior consistent of a woman who still has feelings for someone."

"Oh my God," she sighed. “You don’t get it. He came by unannounced and she put him in his place and cleared things up with him.”

Barba did a double take.

“What?!”

He already felt like the lowest of the low for making her cry. Once Amanda told him what happened, he felt sick and angry at himself – the same way he felt when he looked at his father.

“Yes, but that still doesn’t excuse the way you treated her! Whether you knew that or not, you had no right to lash out based on your insecurities. I had to hold Finn back from punching you.”

His decision was sudden. “I have to go talk to her.”

"Not tonight, Barba," Amanda advised. "Let her cool down and go tomorrow."

"I can't. I have to make this right," he countered as he dressed as quickly as he could. He stopped in the doorway before leaving, eyes full of sadness. "For the record, I never wanted to make her cry."

She waved him off. "You’re lucky she can’t aim to save her life."

[impalasutra]

Yes

Title: Yes Challenge(s): @spnkinkbingo; Square filled: gags

Pairing(s): Sister!Reader x Crowley

Word Count: 2226

Rating: Explicit Warnings: cursing, bondage, ball gag, oral sex (female receiving), orgasm delay, begging, chance of getting caught, dominant Crowley/not-so-submissive reader

Summary: Crowley and Y/N Winchester have a professional relationship that can only be called antagonistic but when they’re alone, well… actually they’re still pretty antagonistic.

A/N: I’ve never written Crowley before!  He’s pretty fun to play with (Kink Bingo has made me consider a lot of new characters).  I hope you enjoy!

Yes -

You were out of breath and covered in viscera.  Your brothers looked much the same but Crowley… fucking Crowley didn’t have a spot of blood on his suit or hair out of place.  He was standing beside you and moved to push your hair out of your face for you but your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.  

“Touch me and I’ll run you through with an angel blade.”

Crowley rolled his eyes at your obstinance and clicked his tongue.  “You’re such a tease.”

You threw his hand back at him like it pained you to touch the demon.  Sam and Dean had always had a careful and tenuous relationship with Crowley but yours had never moved past downright antagonistic.  “Fuck you, Crowley.”

“Oh, darling, you wish.”

You ignored the demon’s jab and turned to your brothers.  “Can we go home now, please?  I am in serious need of a shower and a burger.”  

Instead of answering you, Dean turned to Crowley.  “We should get out of here before she actually decides to try an angel blade.  She gets a little hangry after a big hunt,” he teased.

You gave your traitor brother the best bitchface you had in your arsenal and stalked off towards the Impala.  You tugged on the door handle impatiently, wanting nothing more than to slam the door behind you to piss of Dean but, of course, the car was locked.  Your brothers joined you a few seconds later and as soon as Dean unlocked the door, you pulled it open and climbed into the back seat, stretching out along the leather and closing your eyes, intent on catching a nap on the ride back to the bunker.

Later that night you were regretting that decision as you tossed and turned in your bed, unable to sleep because you weren’t tired.  Until, suddenly, you weren’t alone.

“Get out of my room,” you seethed at Crowley.  As much as it sounded like a dismissal, it was actually in an invitation.  

“Come now, pet, that’s not very nice,”

You and Crowley had talked about your arrangement all of once but it had been a very thorough discussion.  He had shown up in your room after a hunt and made his intentions clear, pressing his lips to yours in a fierce kiss before pushing you back onto your bed.  When your brain had finally caught up with what was happening, you had shoved the demon off of you.

“Get away from me,” you had snarled.  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You wiped at your mouth and stared the King of Hell down.

“Misreading the situation, apparently,” Crowley had replied, and then he was gone.

You had been all worked up from the kiss and considered just finishing the job yourself but your curiosity had won out.  When Crowley ignored your phone calls, you had decided to try a less optional form of communication: a summoning spell.  Once he was back in your room again, you had fixed Crowley with a withering glare.  “Why did you leave?” 

Crowley had looked truly baffled.  “You made it quite clear that you aren’t interested.”

It had been your turn to be confused; that was not the answer you had been expecting.  “You’re a demon,” you had replied, “you’ve never had consent issues stop you before.”

Understanding dawned on Crowley’s face, then, and you had been simultaneously grateful and pissed off that he had managed to see through you so quickly.”

“In matters of the bedroom, consent is sexy, pet,” Crowley had said, causing you to blush.

The two of you had then entered into what could only be described as negotiations.  You planned for every scenario you could think of and then for the ones Crowley came up with that you never would have imagined.  Limits were set, safewords and signals were established, birth control was discussed, and so much more.  By the time you were done, many decisions had been made and one thing above all was clear: when you and Crowley were alone, the word “no” meant “don’t you dare stop.”

“I just need to hear that one sweet word and we can conclude this deal and get on with more pleasurable activities,” Crowley slyly commented.  

You were on to him, though.  You had clearly and obviously consented during your conversation but you had been careful to never say “yes” to the demon and it was one word you swore you’d never say to Crowley.  “We seal this deal like the rest of them” you asked, knowing that Crowley had a soft spot for his days as a crossroads demon.

“Is there any other way?” Crowley replied.

In response, you had grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss.  It soon turned heated and before you knew it, Crowley was on top of you.  It was a fight for dominance full of passion and anger; it was everything you had needed and wanted from the demon and neither of you came out the clear winner.  Though you were sure neither of you had lost, either.

Once both of you had finished, Crowley had climbed out of your bed.  “You will say ‘yes’ eventually, pet,” he assured you and then he was gone.

Now, a few weeks into your arrangement with the demon, Crowley was in your room again.  He was a regular in your fantasies these days and you had gotten to play a number of those scenarios out in your bed.  Tonight, you were feeling particularly antagonistic, though.  You pushed Crowley away again, curious as to what he would do.

He looked at you with narrowed eyes, contemplating his next move.  You hadn’t used your safe word so he pressed forward, clearly seeing the challenge in your eye.  Crowley snapped his fingers and you felt ropes coil around your wrists and pulling them together and above your head.  That was a power you didn’t realize he had as a demon and you fiercely pulled at the ropes that held your wrists as more ropes wound their way around your ankles, pulling them toward the corners of your bed and spreading your legs.  

You opened your mouth and began spitting words at Crowley.  From his face, you could tell he was surprised.  He had likely expected expletives, maybe even your safe word but you had managed to shock the King of Hell.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica po…”

Crowley quickly recovered, snapping his fingers again before you could get too deep into the exorcism ritual.  Without any warning, your mouth was full with something round and hard and you could feel straps winding their way over your cheeks and around behind your head.  The object in your mouth had a little give to it and you bit down as you stared daggers at the demon.  

“You can’t exorcise me if you can’t talk, pet,” Crowley explained.  “I should have tried one of these sooner, a ball gag is a good look for you.”  His voice and face were nonchalant but Crowley was watching you like a hawk.  You had discussed a scenario like this but hadn’t tried it yet and he was gaging your reaction to being thrown into the deep end like this, looking to see if you would tap out.

When he was content that you were interested in continuing, Crowley turned his attention to your clothes.  “These are going to have to go, he told you as his fingers ran along the waistline of your pajama shorts.  Crowley grabbed the fabric with both hands and gave it a sharp tug, tearing the fabric and pulling it away from your bound body.  He did the same with your t-shirt and panties so that you were laying bare before him.

This was the sixth pair of panties that Crowley had destroyed in as many weeks, you mused.  You really needed to consider sleeping naked after hunts.

Crowley took his time drinking in your naked form and you flushed under his scrutiny as a trickle of drool escaped from the corner of your mouth.  

“Beautiful,” you heard the demon whisper as he knelt on the bed between your spread legs, leisurely running a finger between your folds.  

Once he had you squirming against his hand, your moans muffled by the ball in your mouth as you pulled at the ropes around your wrists, Crowley laid down, settling himself between your legs.

The heady sensation of the bondage and the gag combining with having the King of Hell between your legs had your back arching off the bed at the first touch of his tongue.  Crowley wrapped an arm around your hips to hold them in place and he looked up into your face.  “Just tell me if this gets to be too much, pet,” he said with a smirk, knowing full well that you couldn’t comply.

“mmmmmphk uuuuhhh,” you responded in an attempt to tell the demon to fuck off.  You’re unintelligible sounds only served to release more drool onto your face, though, and Crowley paid it little attention as he dove back in between your legs.

His tongue was like magic and Crowley had you teetering on the edge in no time.  

And then he just left you hanging there.  

Every time you were about to release, Crowley would let up and change his technique so as not to allow you the pleasure that was ready to explode through your body.  Once he pulled away completely and just watched as your walls clamped down around nothing, the sound of your struggles mixing with your muffled cursing, pleas for mercy, and heavy breathing to create a sweet cacophony of sound that was music to his ears.  

The teasing went on for what felt like hours.  Crowley would bring you to the greatest height of pleasure, only to force you to ride the edge until you couldn’t hold your orgasm back any longer.  Then he would back off and allow you some time of lighter stimulation to recover before he would start the cycle all over again.  It was hell.  It was heaven.

Crowley once again brought you to the edge of your orgasm, this time slowly pumping his fingers inside of you, his thumb circling your clit as he held you there.  “Do you want to cum, pet?” he asked and you nodded your head furiously.  “Use your words; tell me what I want to hear,” Crowley commanded before asking again, “Do you want to cum, pet?”

“Essssh” you cried out around the gag as best as you could, your head thrashing back and forth as the pressure built higher and higher in your abdomen.  You were so lost to the pleasure and you were certain you were going to combust if you didn’t get to orgasm soon.

Crowley looked up at you with a smirk and your eyes went wide with realization.  You may have been gagged but Crowley had clearly gotten you to say ‘yes.’  He had won and you both knew it. 

His mouth connected with your sex again, this time with even more excitement and determination as he lapped at your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking over it with his expert tongue.  Crowley rewarded you with the orgasm you had been craving.  He had kept you on the edge and held off your pleasure for so long that you saw stars and screamed into the gag as your release flooded through you.

When you came down from your high, Crowley was standing next to you, adjusting the ropes that were holding your hands above your head.  Once he was content he looked at you and smiled wickedly.  

“Ah, good, you’re back with us, pet,” Crowley noted as he picked up your phone from the bedside table and began to fiddle with it.  You narrowed your eyes at him as he continued speaking, still unable to speak yourself.

“It’s about 7:30 AM and one of your brothers is already awake,” he told you.  “Let’s see how good you are with knots, shall we?”  You looked at him in confusion, unsure of where this line of thinking was going or how his two statements were related.  The look he gave you in return was a distinct reminder that you were dealing with not only a demon, but the King of Hell.  

“I’m going to use your phone to text Sam,” he explained.  “Taking into account the amount of time it will take him to read the text, respond to it, grumble about you not answering him, and then how long it will take him to worry that his precious little sister isn’t responding to him, before he finally lumbers down the hall to your room, I’d say you have about... four minutes to escape from your bonds before the Moose comes through that door,” Crowley indicated the entrance to your bedroom.  

Your eyes went wide and you mmmmmphed into the gag that was still in your mouth.  Crowley paused for a moment, looking down at your naked form with a glint in his eye.

“Starting now.”  He hit the send button with a flourish before ducking down to kiss your forehead.  “Good luck, pet,” he whispered into your hair and then he disappeared.

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