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Hello. I hope I am not disturbing you. I wonder if you are getting requests, would you write to the Supernatural yandere as husband or lover, for Archangels Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel? The reader can be either an angel or a human or a witch.

EVERYONE APPLAUD ME! I FINALLY GOT THE MOTIVATION TO WORK ON SOME OF MY REQUESTS. Also this gave me so many ideas for stories, oneshots, and more hcs. So be on the look out for more archangel writing. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this. Happy reading 💙

Yandere archangels hcs

Yandere Gabriel

Gabriel is a soft, possessive, and protective yandere.

He will never hurt you unlike some of his brothers. You're his sweetheart

Yes, all of his pet names for you are sweet/candy themed

Gabriel first met you when you were aiding the boys in a hunt against the trickster. Yes, you met him when everyone thought he was the trickster.

But eventually you all learned who he truly was and that he wasn't all that bad.

He tried to woo you the human way. But it was taking longer than he would have liked. So, snatchy snatchy time.

You are so sweet and addicting. You become his new addiction. And you won't rot his teeth, just his heart and brain 💙

Gabriel is very paranoid about you being a mortal and the constant ending of the world. So be ready for him to be very very over protective.

To the point you're not allowed out without him anymore.

But why would you wanna leave when he can make and give you everything.

There is no point in leaving. Nothing good is out there. So its not a big deal that he has kidnapped-I mean transferred you to a saver home with no way of leaving without him?

Now, you being an ex-hunter you're gonna try to escape him but remember, he is an archangel. He has power.

So no matter how much you know about the hunting world or how much the boys have taught you, there is no way you can escape him. For now.

Gabriel was smart enough to take away anything that could hurt him or you.

But you have everything else you could want.

Gabriel has a sweet tooth as we know. And since you're his sweet addiction. Expect a lot and I mean a lot of kisses and touching from him.

"Oh Baby cakes!!" He yelled out for you. But you didn't dare move. You are not in the mood for his touches. So you hide. Gabriel starts to get paranoid. He knows you can't escape, but what if the Winchesters got in. "Sugar?" He lets out a nervous chuckle, "Where ya hiding honey?" Gabriel starts to look in any nook and cranie. You squeeze deeper into the back of the laundry cabinet. 'If he finds me I'm gonna sock him in the face.' You thought, you seriously weren't in the mood for his crap. "Buttercup? You may think this is fun but its not!" Gabriel sounded like he was in a panic. And he was getting closer. "Okay, ok. When he opens the cabinet you're gonna speed out. And maybe you'll find the front door open? Hopefully" you thought to yourself. The floor creek with Gabriel's weight. He was right in front of your spot. "We're just playing hide in seak right? Yeah...we are." He said mostly to himself. "If I find you I get a prize!" He said as he leaned to open the sink cabinet. You were quickly yanked into his arms. Too quick for you to escape. "Found you." He said,kissing you madly.

Yandere Lucifer

Lucifer learned about you when he was in the cage with Sam. You being one of the boys girlfriend gave him the ability to learn about you. And eventually fall in love

He has escaped multiple times just to take you.

But Team Free Will always kicks his ass.

Lucifer is a cocky, possessive and angry Yandere.

He will punish you physically and mentally but he prefers to do it mentally for whatever his reasons.

Lucifer is trying to help train you to show your 'love' for him with punishments and rewards.

If you're curious your rewards tend to be a hell of a lot more affections from Luci or your silly little human things you miss.

He at first hated you, you, a stupid putrid human, made him fall for you. You made the king of hell for for you!

So he takes his anger out on whoever is in the cage with him. Untill he escapes again and has a master plan to take over heaven. And take you as well.

But it falls, so why not destroy the world instead, and maybe his little human will sacrifice herself to him.

And you do, much to everyone's dismay. But its worth saving the world right?

So now here you are, trapped in hell with Lucifer. He loves it.

Hell has a queen now

And if anyone in hell has a problem with then they're gonna get disintegrated.

Lucifer made you a nice little area for you to be his little wife. But if you are being bad then enjoy your personal cage.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" You cried out and shrunk further into your little ball. "You should have thought about that before!" He screamed in rage, kicking your best friend's decapitated head like a soccer ball. "Lucifer, I'm sorry! I love you, I truly do. Just please stop!". He squat down to your size, "After all I do for you, tell me you hate me? Should I just kill anyone else you love?! So its just me!". You lunged at him holding on to him in a hug, "Please please don't. I'm sorry. I do love you! So-so much, just please don't. I'll be good" Tears more started to pour out of your eyes and land on Lucifer's shirt. He held on to you in a crushing hug. He couldn't decide whether to continue punishing you or throw you a bone. And honestly, you voluntary hugging him made his vessel skip a beat. "No more fighting?" He questioned. "No more fighting! Just don't hurt anybody else please. I'll be good" you held on tighter. "You love me with all of your tiny being?" You paused for a slight second, "I love you with every fiber in my being". You felt like throwing up when you said that, causing you to cry harder. "Come on baby." He stood up with you in his arms carrying you back to your 'home'. "My sweet queen." You looked up at him, "oh, my dad, you're so adorable." Lucifer gave you a smug smile and forced a kiss. "The things I would do for you

Yandere Michael

I didn't have any ideas for John!Michael but if I do and make hcs I will tag you! Enjoy

Michael first heard of once he chose Adam to be your vessel. Adam has had a major (kinda scary) crush on you ever since he met you all those years ago with his brothers. And he kept tabs on you.

When Michael figured out that he should just use Adam instead he learned anything that would be leverage to convince him to be his vessel.

And you happened to be the giant leverage.

It worked, but they were still put in the cage.

So as years went on Adam became crazy over you and Michael began to as well.

Eventually once they got out it was time to take you.

So they did.

Now they will be forceful and more physical than Gabriel. But its cause they love you and deserve to take the love they want from you.

"Let me go! You have no right to do this!" You screamed at Michael or Adam, whoever the hell was talking. You started to pound against the door, "Thats where you're wrong Y/N. Adam has been wanting this for years. As have I.". Michael (you gathered), yanked you away from the door then carried you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You kicked and squirmed but he wouldn't let go, so you fought harder but all you received was a huff and thrown around a bit more. Once you two reached your destination, the bedroom, Michael quickly tossed you on the bed, climbing on top of you. He snatched your wrists in his hand then immediately cuffed them to the bed. After you realized what had just happened you start to panic and freeze in place. "I think we deserve something for dealing with you and your tantrum." His hands crept under your shirt, caressing your skin, "don't we Adam " You noticed his expression and presence changed, Adam was in control now. Adam lifted up your shirt and gave you a shit eating grin. "Yes, yes we do." Then you were pulled into a rough and forceful kiss. You heard a loud rip and notice Adam had ripped your shirt. And all you could do is lay there and cry.

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markpellegrinoimagines · 7 months

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Redemption or Damnation??

Request from Anon: Can you do a story of reader losing their virginity to Lucifer?

Y/n = your name

H/c = hair colour

E/c = eye colour

Fem!Reader x Nick!Lucifer

Tw: Smut, Rough!smut, Selective Mute Reader, loss of virginity

Summary: After their most recent hunt, the winchesters bring home a new face to the bunker, much to the surprise and interest, to its non-human inhabitants.

3rd p.o.v

Her gaze snapped between the two men who were protecting her. She'd lost count of the number of days she'd been held in this old barn, chained to a rotting post as she waited on her turn to be the beasts next meal. With each morning, she'd find its disgusting malformed features laid next her own and with each night she'd had to watch helplessly as it dragged in a new woman. Only for it to sniff at them and then cry out in a fit of rage as it began to rip them apart.

She didn't know why it'd kept her alive, what made her different from the rest. Was it because she couldn't scream? The stress of everything had her struggling to even make a peep, much less speak. On a good day, she was lucky if she could squeak out a hello to her land lady. But now here she was clutching to the back of a man who was easily 3x times her size.... As the second man set the decaying body of the beast who'd taken her, aflame.

Even as she watched its horribly scaled face crumble into ash and a relief she hadn't felt in weeks flooded through her, she couldn't bring herself to open her mouth and utter out the thanks these men deserved.

Every time, her lips would part, only for them to wobble and snap closed again. Even as she was slowly led out and they asked her question after question, she was unable to respond. Her own mind and body betrayed her like it always did. It took several minutes of them helping her get situated in the back of their car before she was able to get her shaking and numb hands to function properly and form the practiced signs she'd been taught at a young age.

The shorter of the two just looked at her like she'd grown a second head before turning to his friend with a look that Clearly said he thought she was a whacko. Sam, however, she's pretty sure that's his name, had a look of understanding before his features melted into the overly soft gleam of pity and support. It sent a small shiver down her spine, she hated pity.

His voice was slightly uncertain as he finally whispered out a small question, "Are you..mute?"

Y/n nodded her head with a small smile before she shuffled her hand in a so-so gesture. Her hands were slow as she form her signs.

-My name is Y/n, can you read sign?-

Sam's eyes scrunched up a bit before it smoothed out into a small smile.

"It's nice to meet you Y/n, though I think we both wish it wasn't under circumstances like this?" His lips pulled into a slightly weary grin that his eyes crinoline up in his attempt at humor.

Dean scoffed to his left, "Of course you know how to understand what..ever..it is that she's doing."

Sam rolled his eyes before turning his smile back onto you, "Y/n do you think you can tell me your address, or if you have any family we can take you to...?"

Sam watched her eyes dull slightly, and then she shook her head. She'd been gone so long that she doubted her apartment was still hers, and any family died when she was very young.

"Well, what about friends?"

Another shake of her head. Dean huffed, "let's just drop her off at the hospital Sam, the cops can deal with it after that..."

Dean was not prepared for the shaking hand that latched onto his sleeve and the watery wet eyes set on him. Her free hand was frantically signing out words over and over.

-please don't leave me, please, I don't want to be alone..-

She didn't want another one of those things to show up... they killed it... what if that made others like it angry..

Sam swallowed thickly, he could see the panic and slight fear in the girls eyes. It must have been horrible, stuck in a place like that, watching everything that thing did without even being able to scream or call for help.

Dean could see Sam's face fall, "No..we can't...sammy!"

"Just until she's healthy again, Dean, I mean..."

"What, are we just supposed to leave her at the bunker...with.. them!"

Sam scratched the back of his head, yet when he glanced back, meeting misty E/c eyes, his resolve crumbled, and Dean let out a huffy groan.

"We are so going to regret this.."

Y/n felt a little bad for causing any stress, but she didn't know what else to do. She had nothing anymore. At least with these two, she could try and repay them for saving her life. They mentioned a bunker... maybe she could keep it clean for them?

Y/n eyed the metal door with a growing interest. Sam had been telling her about their profession during the week it took them to get here. Kansas sure was a bit a ways away from her original home. But the scenery on the way had been beautiful.

If she hadn't been captured by one, Y/n never would have even considered the existence of monsters. But now, with undeniable proof all she could do was take that info with stride and bury the anxiety that came with it, deep down, very deep down.

When Dean had pulled the sleek black car into what she could only describe as a fan boy batcave, she'd had to do a double take. If she was capable, she'd have let out a small hum of awe. There were several cars and a few bikes in the large open garage, and there was a metal door to what she assumed led to the place they called the bunker.

Sam said it was their home base, a place for them to go after their hunts. She could understand that. Her old home had felt like the only place she could relax and be herself, it was the only time she could ever hear her own voice without any stuttering that would come with it when talking to very few she trusted.

She stood next to Sam as he pulled a duffle bag out of the trunk of the car. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons of the shirt he'd lent her. It was huge in her. She was almost certain that he'd been a moose or a giraffe in a previous life.

Gently she tugged on his sleeve.

-Thank you for taking me with you, I know I caused you a problem with your brother..-

"Don't worry about it Y/n, you didn't have anywhere else to go, and you felt unsafe. I understand. It will take Dean a bit to warm up to you, but I'm sure you'll win him over with your treats."

A small blush bloomed across her cheeks. She'd made the off mention to Sam of having been working at a pastry shop before her kidnapping. The pay wasn't great, but she'd enjoyed it, and well Sam had been teasing her since.

"I do have to warn you though, that we aren't the only ones that live here... I suggest just staying out of their way for now... some of them are.. grouchy."

Y/ns head tilted to the side. The way he'd said that had been hesitant. Like he'd wanted to describe them in a different way. Her brows furrowed, and she ran a hand briefly through h/c locks.

-OK, is there anything I can do to repay you guys?-

Sam waved her off, "You don't have too!"

-I want to!- She shot him a large pout in an attempt at emphasis.

All she got in return was a small chuckle as he began to lead her into the main areas of the bunker. He was pointing out rooms to her as the past them, a gym, a firing range, storage, bathrooms.. it went on until they stepped into a large kitchen that her eyes lighting up In excitement.

Y/n slightly danced in place, a small whine getting caught in the back of her throat. Sam had gotten used to the small huffs and groans she would let out. He'd never actually met someone with selective mutism before. Her kidnapping probably didn't help at all with her disorder.

As he lead her out of the kitchen Sam felt a but of apprehension coil in his gut. He could hear the voices of the angels who lived in the bunker with them, getting closer as he led her to the main area. Stepping out into the room with two tables surrounded by a group of celestial beings made Sam's steps slightly falter. Enough for Y/n to run face first into his back with a small oof as the air got knocked from her lungs.

Y/n huffed, her lips parted but all she could get out was a low groan as she smacked a petulant hand into his shoulder...(she couldn't reach the back of his head)..

"Ah, sorry, Y/n. I lost focus.." His voice seemed to catch the attention of the group. And soon Y/n found herself slightly wilting under the combined stares of at least half a dozen men... really intimidating men.

E/c eyes snapped down to look at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in existence. A jovial voice spoke up with a slight mocking tease.

"Heya Sammy! Did ya bring yourself home a new girlfriend? A pretty one at that."

Sam choked on air while Y/ns head snapped up with a horrified grimace on her features. She shook her hands in the air, her head shaking out a violent no. Then she turned to look at Sam he hands flying through her signs as he tried to keep up with what she was saying.

-NO! That's not-.. I'm sorry Sam!-

Soon Sam was waving off her own attempts at apologizing.

"No, no, you're OK Y/n. Don't listen to Gabriel, he's just being a dick." He ignored the offened shout from said man.

One of the other men was chuckling, "Seems like she really doesn't like the idea of being with you, Sammy!" The blonds eyes glinted mischievously, "Why don't you come over here and introduce yourself, darling? I'm Balthazar!"

Y/n shot the man, Balthazar, and unimpressed look. And just shook her head no. Finally, she took in the others. One of them was looking at her like a lost, confused puppy his trench coat was slightly bunched on his shoulders as he tilted his head at her.

Sam began to tug her closer to these new people, and she could feel her anxiety rear its ugly head inside her. Her motioned towards the trench coat man first, "Y/n, this is castiel. Cas meet Y/n, she's going to be staying here for a bit."

Y/n gave him a timid smile and a small shakey wave as she wavered under his intense stare.

"I..see. Dean was agreeable with this?"

Y/n drooped with a small pout. And Sam rubbed the back of his head with a small grin.

"He'll come around. She makes good cupcakes.." a small hand whacks his side followed by a huff.

Gabriel had perked up at the mention of cupcakes, "You bake?" His brows furrow though when all he gets is a small nod.

A loud scoff comes from Gabriel's right, a man with short black hair and cold blue eyes dug a piercing glare into her.

"You humans, always so rude and pathetic. If you're going to impose yourself on us, then you should at least speak and show some respect to yo -" Michael's words trailed off when the small sniffle filled the room. The eldest of the angels blinked in shock as small tears built up in the girls eyes, and she was suddenly pushing herself behind the Winchester. His shock only grew as he was leveled a harsh glare from the human moose.

"Michael, Y/n has mutism. She can't speak." Sam settled a hand on the girls shoulder, but she refused to poke her head back out.

Michael's brows furrowed. He was so used to the combative and annoying nature of the winchesters that watching the girl break down into tears from his words alone had been a surprise. He'd thought the girl to be a hunter friend of theirs.

Lucifer let out a low huff. He watched the weak human girl with a sneer on his lips. What the hell was she doing here if she couldn't even handle a few harsh words. He wasn't sat at the table with the rest of them, so he'd been leant back in one of the chairs out of the way.

From his spot, he had the perfect angle of the girls tear streaked face. Mutism.. just another flaw proving his father's failure. Why had the winchesters even brought this girl here. It was obvious she was no hunter.

He tried to ignore the rest of the conversation to go back to his book. But he found his eyes continuously slipping back up to take in the girls appearance. As humans go...he guessed she wasn't exactly bad looking. With way, her eyes sparkled while filled with tears.

Lucifer found himself grimacing at his own thoughts as he let out a furious grunt and stalked out of the room. He missed the way E/c eyes trailed after him with a soft curiosity.

Y/N P.O.V

My hands fiddled with the cupcake held gently in my grasp. I couldn't stop the fidgeting of my feet or quell the raging beat of my heart as I glanced up at the door with great hesitancy. It's been nearly 2 months since the winchesters accepted me into the bunker, and things had been going fine so far.

I'd taken up the cooking and organizing for them whenever they were here or off on hunts. Putting away research books back into their spots and making sure they had some travel snacks for on the road.

The angels... God, I'd been shocked when that'd been revealed to me...came and went. Though they were here most nights using the rooms they'd chosen as their place to perch. Balthazar was a constant flirt, Michael hadn't spoken to me as harshly as he had before, and Gabriel was all over me. Constantly snatching up things, I baked. Cas was kind but kept to himself unless it involved Dean.

The only one who didn't bother me was Lucifer. In fact, he always left the room as soon as I entered. I knew he wasn't afraid of me. He was the literal devil, and there was nothing to fear from an anxiety driven mess like myself. I was positive there was something deeply wrong with me, though.

I hated the thought of him disliking me. I knew all about the apocalypse and everything that went on. Sam had gone into great detail about the things the fallen angel had done. I appreciated the winchesters attempts at keeping me safe, but something about the blue-eyed devil just drew me in.

I let out a small sigh and gave a firm knock to the door. There was a shuffle from behind the door, followed by the thud of feet.

"If you winchesters need something...then don't." The door jerks open and the annoyed frown of the angel who'd been taking up all the space in her head came into view. "Oh...it's you.." lucifers eyes drilled through my own with an obvious confusion and a slight surprise.

I shuffled my feet again and then lightly thrust out my hands, presenting him with the red velvet cupcake. Its base was a deep blood red with the frosting being a dark purple. Lucifer stared down at the cupcake, unsure of what was happening.

My jaw trembled, as I parted my lips, "f-for...y-you" my voice was lower than a whisper and wrought with stutters. I barely even recognized it after going so long without speaking even in my own company.

The angels blue eyes had snapped up to mine in immediate shock, if it weren't for the obvious strain visible on my face and the dark red taking up my cheeks, I'm sure he would have believed it to be his imagination.

I was half expecting him to slam the door in my face, but I felt a certain relief when he reached out and plucked the treat off of my palm. He was eyeing me again with a certain interest that hadn't been there before.

"You went out of your way to make this for me, little human?...and what is it you want in return?"

My brow furrowed, and my head tilted, "n-nothing...Good night..." I winced at the crack in my voice and then scurried off down the hallway before he could respond.

Something was definitely wrong with me. I couldn't even bring myself to talk to the nice angel Cas or respond to Sam's puppy dog eyes. But for some reason, I'm able to talk to the human hating celestial being hell bent on human genocide? Being monste napped must have damaged me more than I thought?

3rd P.O.V

Lucifer watched the girl all but sprint away from his door with flaming red cheeks and wide eyes. Almost absent-mindedly, he pulled the cupcake up to his mouth and took a bite. He was expecting the usual disgusting taste of molecules, but was shocking when his tongue exploded in flavourful he'd never experienced before. The deep chocolate of the red velvet and the sweet bite of the frosting had him finishing it of with a few more bites.

Is this why Gabriel was constantly shoveling candy into his mouth?

He leaned against his door frame as he thought about the human girl. If he were being honest with himself, it was the first time she'd crossed his mind. In his attempt at pushing her from his thoughts, he was always keeping a distance from her.

But even then, it did nothing to wain his infuriating interest. She was just...so innocent. Compared to any other human he'd met. The little human could barely hold his gaze without fidgeting and looking down with a blush. She did know who he was... right?

A small smirk grew on his lips as he ran his forked tongue across the bottom one. Maybe she wasn't as innocent as he thought...

Why else would she present him with a gift? Wasn't that one of the things humans do for courting or showing interest? He couldn't blame her. His impeccable taste in vessels and his celestial status would be any normal humans undoing.

His mind went back to her voice. He wasn't aware she could speak, didn't the moose say she was mute? It was scratchy from disuse, and if she really did have troubles with it...why speak to him first..out of everyone.

"How..interesting.."

Y/n swallowed heavily and ignored the anxiety building in her gut. She was slipping books into their proper shelves in the library, and that usually wasn't a problem. Only usually, she didn't have glacial blue eyes digging into her back and watching her every move.

Lucifer was perched on one of the library chairs. He sat in it backward with his elbows resting on its back and his chin in his palm. It's almost like a hawk stalking it prey.

She'd be lying if she said she was scared. She wasn't. All her lizard brain could focus on was that he wasn't ignoring her. It was practically preening under the sudden attention. While the logical side of her brain was telling her this was bad.

Y/n frowned as she tried to reach up and slip a book into the top shelf. Damn giant, why couldn't Sam get a step stool for her and Dean to use? She swore the guy was putting stuff up on high shelves just to mess with her at this point. She stretched up the tips of her toes, but she still was able to reach the top shelf.

Her lungs constrict on themselves when a freezing cold chest pressed into her back, and chilled fingers slipped the book from her hold in order to push it into its rightful place. Her little gasp had brought a haughty smirk to the angels face as he slowly settled one of his hands on the swell of her hip, as if trying not to spook an animal.

The other stayed pressed against the library shelf, trapping her between the various books and the somehow hard yet soft planes of his body. She could feel the steel like muscle and the power in the places his arms brushed against her. Yet the stomach that began to push further into her was soft flesh stretched over hard muscle.

'Oh dear..' this was good at all. The natural cool sensation of his skin was seeping into her heated body, the duel feeling was casting a war unto her mind.

"It seemed like the little human needed a hand." The touch on her hip squeezed almost gently before she felt his thumb begin to rub teasing circles into the slip of barely revealed flesh. Lucifer let out a small tsk before sliding his hand forward to rest above her navel. He used this leverage to pull her back flush to his body. He could feel the fully body shiver that went down her spine, and the small gasp that slipped past her lips.

A small frown tugged at his mouth, that just won't do. He wanted to hear her voice again, something nobody here had heard but him. His hand slipped a little lower but didn't dare breach past the hem of her pants. He was many things, but consent would always be ingrained in his being.

Y/n was trying to stabilize her erratic breathing as she felt lucifers hand leave cold trails on her stomach. Meanwhile, other hand reached up to run a gentle finger along her jaw and then down her throat. The touch was feather light and teasing as she trembled in his hold.

"...L-Lucifer..." it was a small squeak in comparison to the baritone of his own voice that rumbled through her when the archangel let out a low groan. She was caught off guard by his body pressing her further into the bookshelf. Soft cool lips lightly touched this skin at the back of her neck before it was replaced by blunt teeth.

Lucifer left teasing nips and surprising gentle open mouthed kisses along her shoulder.

"Again...say it again, little thing."

Y/n gulped. She wasn't sure she could at this rate. Her chest felt like it was going to burst and her fingers were scratching uselessly at the spines of old books. She could feel lucifers hips practically digging into her from behind. Her mind was screaming at her to stop this, stop him, but the slick slowly growing between her thighs and her heart were begging her to give in.

She opened her mouth, planning to ask him to stop, but that not what came out. Instead to her slight mortification, a low moan of his name was breathed out instead. Her cheeks burned with slight humiliation at the raspy tone of her own voice. She'd never heard herself sound like that before. Not that she's ever been in a situation like this.

"Lucifer~.."

His groan was louder this as he moved his teeth up to the lobe of her ear, giving it a brief nip. Then he was gone. His hands were no longer traversing her body and his lips no longer searing invisible marks into her very soul.

Y/n whipped around only to have her back nearly slammed into the shelf as those hands began a more impatient exploration. She glanced up, meeting a pair of gleaming red eyes. Her breath hitched, and her lips parted in slight awe.

Lucifer took the opening to connect their lips in a clumsy and lustful kiss. Y/n let out a small whine as his tongue slithered into her mouth, it turned startled when two independent halves circled her own tongue and started mapping out her teeth and inner cheeks.

Lucifer was groaning into her mouth, as his hips rutted into her stomach. Nerves fizzled to life as she felt the hard length that pressed up into her. Was...that going to fit...?

Lucifer broke the kiss giving the human time to breath as he trailed his light bite down her neck. He latched his hands under her thighs and lifted her legs up to wrap around his hips. Her embarrassed and pleasure squeak echoed un his ears when he rolled his hips between the warm flesh of her thighs.

"That's a good girl, let me hear more of you. Be a good little pet."

Each squeeze of his hands on the backs of her thighs and the unhurried rolling of his hips earned him breathy little gasps, but he wanted more.

"I can make you feel good, can have you moaning and screaming out my name, all you have to do is say yes."

He felt her hands settled on hus shoulders and he pulled away from her neck when he didn't get any kind of response. Confusion coiled in his gut as she refused to even meet his gaze. Isn't this what she wanted?? Why else would she have brought him a gift and spoken to him..

Her whisper barely reached his ears, "I-Ive never.." her gaze shifted down to wear the obvious tent in his jeans was pressed firmly against her.

Lucifers eyes widened. Before his lids lowered into a satisfied smirk.

"A Virgin?" His groan bordered on a pleased moan as he pulled her away from the bookshelf.

A bout of vertigo hit her as the view of the library around them disappeared and was replaced by a shadowed room. Her back landed on the soft cushion of a bed with lucifer perched above her.

Y/n looked up at him wide-eyed, like a quivering bunny under the stare of a starving wolf. His grin was dark and lustful.

"I can't gift your body with pleasures it's never known unless you day yes."

She watched his split tongue travel across his lower lip as she swallowed. Her eyes were flicking in every direction as she tried to come up with some sort of excuse to turn him away. But even the part of her mind that had been screaming at her only a few mixture before had fallen silent.

"I-I..yes..."

That was all he needed in order to lunge into her space. His lips devoured hers in a hungry daze as his hands pulled her into place beneath hik like a limp rag doll.

That shouldn't have been as hot as it was. Her cheeks were burning now, as she felt her jeans slowly get pulled down the shape of her legs. She hadn't even realized that her feet no longer had any shoes until her pants had slipped off without restraint.

Lucifer looked down to take in the exposed flesh with a gleam in his eyes. He runs his chilled hands up the expanse of her thighs with an appreciative groan.

"You're so very tempting for a human. It's been a real chore keeping myself away from you, little girl."

Y/ns eyes widened at the admission, but she didn't get a chance to think about what that ment before a broad swipe of his tongue ran up the seam of her panty covered slit.

The squeal that built up in her chest earned her a chuckle. His tongue repeated the motion a few more times before it wasn't enough for him. The angel reached up, hooking his fingers in the soft, damp material before he pulled down her legs. He tossed them over his shoulder and then slipped his hands under her thighs. His grip was gentle but firm as her opened her up fully to his gaze.

Glancing up at her through his lashes he was met with an awed look. Her lips were open in a o as she gasped for breath. Tempting indeed.

Y/n couldn't describe the moment his mouth decended on her clit anything beyond devouring. His teeth dragged across sensitive flesh, his lips sucking harshly at her untouched button. His tongue would slip down to poke and tease at her damp entrance, swirling around the hole before running back up to latch onto her clit once more.

Her moans were music to his ears as she fell apart beneath him. He hasn't done this before, but the memories bouncing around in his vessels head were letting him know just what spots he needed to touch and leave quivering for more. He hasn't bothered with sexual interaction since the conception of his son, but there was something about this innocent little human that had him wanting to ruin her.

He wanted to see her eyes roll into the back of her head as she came apart on his cock. He felt his pants get tighter at the mental image of the girl. When he could feel her arousal beginning to drip down his chin and dampen his sheets he unlatched his lips from her overstimulated clit.

Very slowly, he ran his hands up her sides, leaving damp kisses up her stomach. With a snap of his fingers, her shirt and bra were gone, and he was left shirtless. Her small gasp brought a grin to his face.

"I'm going to take very good care of you, pet." Oh, he was going to ruin her. After this, there won't be a single human who would ever be able to compare.

Y/n slightly grimaced when his lips captured hers again. She could taste herself on his tongue, and it was a slightly salty and sweet taste. She got so distracted by the meeting of tongues, that she missed the clink of a belt and the rustle of fabric.

Y/n slightly jolted in his hold when the slick head of something cool to the touch gently brushed against her dripping entrance.

"Luci-"

"Shh.. I've got you." Lucifer surprised himself when her gently rubbed soothing circles into her hip as he slowly pressed his hip forward. He watched the way her face scrunched up at the intrusion, the uncomfortable stretched of her warm walls almost made him want to push the rest of the way in.

It felt like she was ducking him deeper, her body wanting more while she let out small whimpers.

"That's it, such a good girl. Almost there."

She let out a smell yelp when he shifted his hips in a sharp roll. Forcing his hips flat against her own as his cock Settles against the back of her dripping cavern.

Lucifers groan was long and drawn out. The hand not on her hip was digging tears into the sheets below them, and his jaw was clenched tight as he fought to keep himself still and wait for her to adjust. A low grunt left his lips when her legs circled his hips and her arms wound around his neck and shoulders.

"Y-..ou..can move.." he didn't even let her finish before he'd pulled his length free from her heat just to drill it back in with a harsh roll of his hips and a loud smack of flesh.

Y/ns moan was louder than any of the rest she'd huffed out that night, and lucifer only responded in kind. The pace he picked up was a concise rolling of his hips, his cock carving her open with each hip smacking thrust. Lucifer could feel her chest pressed up against his own as her caged her into the mattress.

Her symphony of noises were only driving him along further, she was usually so quiet and timid. Knowing that he could pull these sounds from her had his ego twisting in self pride. His brothers wouldn't be able to do this for her, he won't let them. She...was...HIS..

His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her flush to his body, as if he was trying to fuse the two of them together. The grind of his hips rubbed down into her clit with every pass and soon she was a whimpering mess.

"Lucifer! Please!" Her hands tangled in his hair as his lips attacked her neck.

"Say it again! Beg for it pet, I want to hear your desires."

There was no stutter to her words this time as her moaning pleas slipped free.

"Please, I'm almost there, you feel so good lucifer!"

"That's my good girl." He could feel her velvet walls clench down on him with the praise, he didn't mock her for it, but his lips pulled into a sinful grin. "Be a good pet for me Y/n. Let go, I want to feel you squeeze down on me as I fill you up. No one will ever be good enough for you but me."

Y/n whimpered as she felt that knot cinch8ng tighter in her gut, then his cock rammed into a spot that she didn't even knew had, and it sent her hurtling over the edge with a wrecked scream of his name. A deep moan rumbled into her neck as she felt a wet warmth begin to fill up her sensitive walls.

Her small whimper was devoured by his cold lips.

"Such a sweet little thing. And your all mine... Your voice, Your purity," his hips rutted his softening member deeper into her, "Your body, soul...and soon Your heart."

She was breathing heavily into his shoulder barely registering the words being mumbled into her hair.

"I will have it all."

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OK, so I know it's been forever since I've written on here!! I am sooooo sorry. But hopefully, this really long fiction that was honestly supposed to be like a fourth this length makes up for it!

Now there were some things here that weren't requested, but I had some thoughts that the anon gave me ideas for with their request!

#mark pellegrino #lucifer #supernatural #spn #spn lucifer #luciferxreader #before you say anything #i suffered from selective mutism as a child and eventually grew out of it #its different for everyone who experiences it #lucifer x reader

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Possessive Lucifer {2}

Chapter Summary; Lucifer makes do with his promise. One thing leads to another, and you’re stuck in an alcove with a jealous Lucifer and his new promise. He’s going to ruin you.

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: 2/2

Word; 6.000

Warnings; character death, smut (please no minors only 18+), dirty talk, possessive Lucifer, slight exhibitionist kink, unprotected sex (remember to be safe), rough sex, semi-public sex

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

A/N: Tihi, who asked for possessive and hot sex with the devil in a closet?

MAIN MASTERLIST

The night was long. Fancy champagne, fancy dresses and fancy people. The small talk, the fake smiles and laughs. It was dreadful, but if you thought finding an opportunity to get the monster of the night alone couldn't come sooner, Dean was getting desperate.

You don't know how often you'd found him pleadingly looking in your direction during the night, silently asking for you to save him from another conversation he didn't want to engage in from the beginning. Although you aided him when you could, it was impossible to do it all the time, concerning you needed to entertain your own occasional company.

Thankfully, the initial mingle session seemed to be over soon as people gradually moved towards the stage where the orchestra had been playing until now. Albeit following the group gathering there, you searched for Sam or Dean.

Spotting a tall brunette glancing around the room -off to the side but without a doubt having followed the crowd assembling by the stage- you headed towards the person you recognised all too well.

Not until the people not far from him started to part as you excused yourself did Sam finally see you. He caught your gaze and nodded in a silent greeting before you were close enough to join him.

"Finally, a familiar face", he said on an exhale once you joined his side. You noted how his shoulders dropped in relief, and concerning you barely had been able to have a word with him since you entered the venue, you believed him.

"Though happy to finally see you, I can't say the same here. I've acted as Dean's saving grace a few times", you replied, eyes scanning the crowd for the older Winchester.

"He probably needed it more. It looked like he would rather go back to purgatory than stay here a minute longer". You chuckled at his comment, somehow feeling it was partly true.

"So, how should we tackle this then?" You lowered your voice and took a step closer to the brunette to not attract the attention of the people around you, motioning with a nod to the man you were here for as he entered the stage.

"After the speech, the party will open up, much like before", Sam began as the man of the evening tapped the microphone, earning most of the audience's attention. Causing the taller man to bend down slightly and lower his voice even further. "Mr Chan will rejoin the party after a change of outfit, a more fitting one for the later evening".

You threw him a glance, the edge of your mouth ticking upwards. "Look at you, could almost think you're a shapeshifter from how you blend in with these folks". Sam, however, only shook his head at your comment, a low laugh escaping beneath his breath.

"Only doing my best to get as much information as possible because how much it ever looks like it, I more than a little anxious to get out of here".

"Good that I'm not the only one". You looked to your right, finding Dean having appeared out of nowhere.

"Nice of you to join us", Sam greeted his brother, earning a look from the older hunter.

"Have tried for the past five minutes to find you", he said without any humour in his voice. It was only then you noticed how Dean still had his shoulders rolled back, perfecting his posture even further by having his hands clasped tightly behind his back. "My next goal is to leave this place", he muttered.

"We'll... see if we can meet up with the man of honour after his speech". Sam chose his words carefully as he informed his brother, whose gaze was fixed straight ahead.

"Good enough, you'll go with Sam".

"No way, ain't letting you roam around on your own when you barely can hold a conversation", you argued.

"She has a point, Dean. We'll take those two corridors that wrap around, and they aren't deserted until further into the house". The younger Winchester gestured discreetly to the openings on the left respectively right side in your line of vision.

"Fine".

"Go with Sam. He can do the talking". You tilted your head towards the tall man to your left.

"You can't go on your own". You were met by Dean's furrowed brows as he turned to face you.

"I'll be fine. We'll meet up before we face our main man anyways". You looked to Sam, who nodded in agreement before looking forwards.

If he would've liked to argue, the older Winchester was cut off as Mr Chan finally greeted his guests.

***

A clicking sound echoes in the empty hall as you walk away from the crowd.

After everyone applauded, you and the boys gave a final nod to each other and split up as the crowd dispersed. It would’ve felt disrespectful to not listen to the speech, only counting down until it would end if you’d been any other person tonight. But the truth was, you really hadn’t cared about what the man said, so neither could you recall anything. But if you had to guess, it would be similar to everyone's thank-you speech. Grateful for you, they and us, excited to continue towards further greatness.

Your feet were aching as you neared the end of the corridor, or so they’d done from the night's second half and onwards. Blisters were forming where the stiff material of your heels rubbed against your skin, and you couldn’t wait until you could take them off.

"Whoa there!" You were startled at the voice, even more so by the hands suddenly gripping your upper arms. Then, snapping to look upwards, you found a pair of brown eyes looking down at you, surprise pinning a dark-haired man's eyebrows high on his forehead.

"Sorry", you mumbled, offering the man you accidentally ran into when cutting the corner an apology as you stepped out of his hold.

"No worries", he smiled, and you offered one back, about to step around him when he moved to the side, halting your action. "Can I offer the lady company back to the party?"

"I have to decline. I'm on the way to powder my nose, but thank you", you smile, hoping your quick fabricated lie passed as more than the commonly worst quick-escape excuse.

"Yes, of course", he dipped his head when a chuckle left him. "Makes sense since you're heading the opposite way". His dark eyes found yours again as he lifts his gaze.

"Yeah, but have a good evening, enjoy the party", you smile, about to move, but yet again, he blocks your path by following your step to the side.

"I would much rather enjoy something else".

"What?" Your eyes widen, taken aback by his sudden comment.

"You're a real beauty, you know". The brunette steps closer, eyes adverting from yours. As the brown-eyed man rakes his gaze over your body, you can practically feel the trail they leave behind. When they finally settled on yours again, it felt like his eyes had turned even darker. "And I would much rather enjoy something like you than those dummies in there". His smile is ominous as he jerks his head towards the room you just left, and your nose scrunch in disgust.

"Absolutely not". You take a step away, looking over your shoulder, but the main room isn't in sight. You’d somehow forgotten you just turned the corner.

Rather than thinking your averted attention was because you tried working out whether or not it was possible to make a hasty retreat from a situation steadily making you more uncomfortable, the man must've thought you looked for someone.

"Why? Are you here with someone tonight?" You whipped around to face the dark-haired man once more when his voice suddenly sounded closer.

"I-", you began but cut yourself off when he grabbed your upper arm. "Let go of me!"

"Not until I get an answer". The man's voice was calm, but at the same time, there was a dangerous edge to it.

"How about just fucking no", you gritted out, clenching your fist, ready to send it straight into his jaw. But you didn’t get the opportunity.

His hand had slipped downwards, circling your elbow to tug you close with surprising strength.

Shock forces you to concentrate on not losing your balance rather than breaking free. As you look up -coming too close for comfort to his face- you're greeted with a sneering smile. It sends a shrill down your spine, driving you to jerk back, attempting to distance yourself from the man, but he only digs his finger further into your arm.

"Come on now, pretty one, don't be so difficult-". The man's sentence is abruptly stopped as his mouth remains open, face falling.

Something disappears from his features, then his eyes. You stumble backwards when his hold slackens, hand shooting to rub away the sting in your elbow.

And it's then when your eyes follow his arm falling to his side, you find the bloody fist sticking out of his chest.

You choke on your breath, witnessing the owner pulling their hand back, causing the body to slump to the side. And as the dark-haired man falls to the floor, your eyes instantly flicker to the person behind him.

Whatever part of your hindbrain still in fight or flight had imagined a monster awaiting you, but any kind of adrenaline-induced fear evaporated when you were met by Lucifer.

The devil was looking at his red fist, almost in disgust, as he twisted his hand and flicked it to get the excess blood from it, a few droplets joining the slowly widening red circle on the floor.

"Lucifer!" You hissed, reality finally catching up with you when your eyes remained on the man sprawled on the ground. "You can't just-". Before you finish the sentence, you're cut off as your gaze is pulled up by a hand gripping your chin. The last thing you see before your eyes meet the devil is him stepping over the body and the pool of blood.

"Yes, I can", he spoke slowly, leaning in closer when he resumed. "I said I wasn't scared of killing for you".

Your heart warmed, almost an uncomfortable amount, at what the devil suggested and proved. With the feeling came a pang of guilt urging you to push down the reaction you'd had to his words. "But-"

"But what?" There's a bite in his voice, a dark flame igniting in his now red eyes. "What he would’ve done to you?” He snarls, voice raising. “I can tell you he would’ve forced himself on you, probably used you without you able to do anything". You feel a twitch in his fingers before he moves to hold the side of your neck, his thumb lodging in the hinge of your jaw as his other digits curl beneath your ear.

"If you insist on asking, then please, answer my questions: If I would've played by your human norms, what would he have done? If I had not cared about coming when I felt you... what would have happened then?" You made no further attempt at finishing your earlier sentence when he continued in a similar resentful manner.

The archangel staring down at you was correct, even if you hadn't -or been unable to during the moment- realised any of the points he made was true. You had felt unsafe, unconsciously knowing the situation hadn't looked all too favourable. Despite being a hunter, to fight off a six-foot-plus man without anything but your fists isn't easy. And if anything, Lucifer would've been the first to know how you felt about such a situation, and it was for the same reason he must've come.

"That's what I thought". At Lucifer's voice, you return to the present, eyes flickering between the angel's red ones.

"Still, you can't kill someone innocent". You don't know why you pleaded the man's case. You would've liked nothing more than to knock him unconscious. But dead? And for your sake? No matter how the man behaved, it didn't feel right.

However, Lucifer didn't budge on the matter. As a matter of fact, he froze, not uttering a word.

His thumb that had been nudging the hinge of your jaw pressed into that hollow between neck and throat. Without a doubt sensing your pulse jump just beneath your skin.

And then, Lucifer pressed his lips to yours. But it wasn’t gentle. Instead, it's heated, possessive, his tongue moving past your lips to swipe back and forth.

The force almost rocks you off your feet, and the devil notices as his hands slide down to your throat and he pushes you backwards.

You stumble, mind reeling when his body steps into yours, not as much for support as for simply forcing you backwards faster. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're dumbstruck, panting against his lips as you watch him with wide eyes.

"If I would've been able to read his thoughts, I know very well he wouldn't have been innocent", he growls as you can't do anything but follow his lead, legs still shaky and mind not grasping the situation yet. Nevertheless, you have enough brain capacity to glance at the dead man on the floor.

"The body Lucifer, we can't just-". A snap of his fingers was all it took for the body to turn into dust. Then Lucifer's hand slid up until his thumb pushed against the underside of your chin, angling your face upward and forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I am here". The authority in the devil's voice would’ve made your eyes stick to him no matter if you could’ve escaped his hold on you. That's why you barely noticed how his arm stretched around you, at least not until you heard a doorknob turn and your surroundings changed.

You entered something akin to a small scrub. At the edge of your vision, you notice how shelves line the walls, a cluttered mess of different cleaning supplies stacked on top.

Just as you wondered how deep it was, you caught something sounding close to a lock clicking in place, and for a second, it became dark. Then, a yellow light flickered to life above your head, showing you how Lucifer closed the space between the two of you.

He pressed close to you, welding you against something at your back, causing a hard surface to dig into your lower ass. Lucifer’s bloodied hand perches on a shelf above your head while he practically leans over you, caging you against whatever you'd backed into.

You feel small as he towers over you. The wings obscuring the rest of the room behind Lucifer don't help to ease the sensation. Something in your body squirms, and you nearly want to sink further away to escape his heavy red gaze.

"Lucifer". His name was a shaky whisper, spoken unsteadily because you still feel what you now have coined as boiling rage through the bond. Even so, he put his finger against your lips, pursing his so a silencing sound escapes them before he speaks.

"I'm gonna fucking rail you until that man is the last thing on your mind, little one", he speaks lowly as his finger slips down to play with your lower lip, his gaze falling to watch the action before he shocks you by leaning down for a kiss.

He slots his mouth over yours, tongue not waiting nor begging for entrance before it slides against yours, urging you to move against him as he tilts your head to deepen the kiss. And you do, a warm sensation flushing through your body as his lips passionately slip over yours. Soothing his nerves as something else enters not only the air but your bond.

It's swift, like a switch flipping, the sensation changing enough for you to feel it immediately.

Although there's no need to dissect it, the devil makes clear what it is as he makes your breath catch when one of his palms settles on your thigh, parting the slit and exposing your skin even further as his hand slides upwards.

The green fabric cascading down your lower body collects at his wrist. But Lucifer doesn't stop with a cradle of your thigh. Instead, he continues upwards until his fingers reach your clothed pussy, where he wastes no time waiting to play with you through the thin material of your panties.

You keen into the kiss, shock and a tremble forcing the sound out of you, but it's simply swallowed and muffled by the devil's passionate lips moving against yours.

"Did he hurt you?" Lucifer husks when he breaks the kiss but doesn't stay far away as he noses down your neck, getting a mumbled 'no' before he continues. "Did he leave a mark on you?"

Eyes still closed, you tilt your head backwards, giving him more space to work with. "No". The man's grip may have been firm, but it wouldn't bruise.

"Good", he reaches a familiar spot on your chest, the same one he'd paid particular attention to before you left for the hunt. "Because only I can do that", Lucifer mumbles against you before pressing a kiss over the material where the already formed hickey was hidden.

"What about all the monsters then?" You gasp when Lucifer suddenly press his finger against your clit.

"Those you kill". You feel the devil's teasing kisses along your throat, senses still cranked to a thousand since earlier. That's why electricity shoots through you when Lucifer reaches your mouth and nibbles at your lower lip. "I take care of the humans". He grins against you before he leans away.

"That's reassuring to hear". You attempt for the breathed reply to sound anything but just that, but any form of verbal response is getting more challenging to conjure.

"Those ideals of yours are too bothersome. Someone must have some sense", the devil mused before cocking his head. "And you should know you're my favourite plaything anyways, so you don't need to worry".

The bastard smirks down at you. You can feel it but not see it clearly. You see his outline, how it's blue and not red staring down at you, but still hazy like you'd gotten something in your eye and no matter how much you blink, it doesn't clear. And somewhere along the way, your eyelids get stuck halfway as you attempt to hold what you assumed was Lucifer's gaze as he so effortlessly circles your clit.

You barely believe it wasn’t his grace when he’d been able to speak without the slightest hitch. But you notice his forearm shifting when your head falls forwards to rest against his chest, hands leaving the table top you'd clutched behind you to fist his clothes.

A high-pitched whimper stems from your vocal cords as he speeds up, and not long after, you sense Lucifer beside your head, his voice following suit.

"Better keep it low, little one, or else someone might hear", he husks in your ear, though you barely notice how the archangel isn't as unaffected as you thought when you burrow your head further into his chest, biting your lip as you squirm against him upon his warning. You don't even notice how your thighs clenched around his hand, attempting to further relieve the building ache in-between your legs. But, the devil does. "Or maybe that's what you want? You want to let everyone hear you, hear who makes you feel like this. Is that it, hm? You want to let them know you're mine?"

That's what sends you over the edge.

Your body convulses against Lucifer's, kept up solely by his body pinning you in place and the hand cupping your heat, prolonging your pleasure as good as possible with flicks to your clit.

In an attempt to silence yourself, you bite your tongue, the edge of your teeth digging into the soft flesh, yet it does little to quiet down your heavy panting. Hopefully a little muted by the fabric you're pressing your face against.

The sharp edge of blissfulness fades when Lucifer pulls his hand out from your dress and clutches your waist possessively. However, your eyes flutter when you feel his touch leave you, and your head hangs in the air rather than resting against his chest.

"No", tumbles from your lips as you reach for Lucifer's neck, pulling him into a kiss when he's about to back away. Even though the devil ungracefully clashes against you -teeth knocking against yours as he rattles the things upon the shelves above you when his hand slams into it once more as he hadn't anticipated your action- he quickly falls into the hungry way you press your lips against his. "I need you", you mumble between kisses.

"Thought you had an important hunt?"

Your hands fall to his belt buckle, undoing it and the button of his jeans. "Make it quick then". The devil groans against your lips, likely not expecting you to insist on one risking one of the Winchesters coming to look for you and finding you like this, but he didn't waste a second.

His hand replaces yours after you pull down his zipper, dragging his pants and boxers down far enough to pull himself free.

The confinements of his pants must've been uncomfortable, concerning he's already hard, tip an angry red colour as he swipes his thumb over it, spreading the spend beading there. When he grips his length and fists himself, a fuck is mumbled beneath your breath, a chuckle escaping Lucifer as he watches how intensely you follow his movements.

Not before long, you reach for him, your fingers replacing his, and a repressed groan leaves Lucifer upon your touch. But he wasn't still for long before grabbing the material of your dress, rucking it upwards and to the side until it pools around your right hip. He steps closer, placing himself between your legs to keep the material to the side.

"So ready for me". Lucifer seeks out your pussy again, your juices soaking through your panties, coating the upper part of your thigh and now getting smeared against his knuckles.

"Yes", you stutter out, hand stilling around his length as it gets difficult concentrating on more than him petting you through the lace covering your still sensitive heat.

"You almost sound needy".

"And you're close to getting smacked if you wait any longer, either by me, Sam or Dean", you groan back.

"So violent", Lucifer reply with a tug of his lips. Nonetheless, he tugs your panties to the side and shifts closer.

The head of his cock bumps against you, and you feel him twitch in your palm while a shudder journeys through your body. You direct him towards your weeping entrance, the head of his cock notching against your entry.

A gasp leaves you as he slides into you with repeated rolls of his hips until he's seethed deep within you. Your head tips back, and your fingers knot in his jacket. He stays still, letting you adjust briefly before he begins pumping in and out.

Your breath stutters, and a fog rapidly wraps around your brain, like something addictive drugging you, causing all the tension in your body to melt away. The fingers intertwined in Lucifer's clothes skates upwards, and so does the hand you'd rested against his side, up and up until they circle beneath his arms and grabs his shoulders for support.

He presses closer to you, his clothes rubbing against yours. The duller coloured fabrics encasing him crinkle the vibrant ones wrapped around you. Even so, Lucifer's naked hips are pressed close to yours, kissing your thighs and mound each time he buries himself as deep as possible.

The earlier relief in your body moves through your muscles like vines, sucking out strength only to hoard it in your core. A vibrating, almost tickling sensation builds in your gut, blossoming into something sweet yet dry on your tongue.

Your head drops, and you burrow it against his neck, littering it in kisses and bites to silence yourself. However, it has the opposite effect when you reach the sensitive spot beneath the archangel's ear, and he reacts by rutting harshly into you.

"Fuck, Lucifer, please". The words slip from your mouth and curl along the shell of his ear. His motion falters, but he grinds his pelvic bone against your clit.

"Already begging?" The words were heaved from deep within his lungs, a growl initiating his following sentence. "Forgot that this is your dirty dream".

"Rather, yours!" You press your face further into his skin as a particularly rough thrust makes you moan the last word loud enough that if anyone walked past the scrub, they definitely would've heard.

"Don't think they heard you yet. Give the people another, would you?" He groans lowly, his fingers wrapping around your neck to bring you from your hiding and force you to stare into his eyes instead.

"Fuck off", you spit. But the venom in your voice melts away in an instant as Lucifer punishes you by pulling out almost entirely before slamming into you. Causing your eyes to slip close and your jaw to slacken. Still, you managed to silence yourself by letting out a choked sound rather than a loud moan.

"Don't get cocky now, not when you're the only one caring if I undo the lock behind us". The devil said against your lips, watching how they parted further, yet he didn't lean in to grant you the kiss he knew you wanted, enjoying your struggle to be silent. And when he didn't, Lucifer noticed the creases between your brows deepening, your tongue pushing into your inner cheek as if to divide your attention from your pleasure. The one he didn't even need to feel through your bond to know it thrummed through your body.

You felt the devil smirk by the little twitch of his lips, and you wanted to wipe the smug look off his face. Although, rather than succeeding with quelling his satisfaction, you probably only granted him a further one when your hand snapped to your mouth, teeth digging into the meet at the base of your thumb to silence yourself when Lucifer picks up the pace.

His hands move to clutch your waist, and your dress slips down a little, rubbing in between your and Lucifer's naked skin. The tabletop behind you moves, thudding slightly against the wall with his new pace.

You keen when the archangel presses close to you, grinding his hips rather than pulling in and out after almost slipping out from how soppingly wet you'd become. He's so deep, hitting something inside you that causes your toes to curl uncomfortably in your heels and your thighs press against his hips.

"I can feel that you're close". Lucifer's words are breathed into your ear as his head drops, locks of his hair curling against his forehead. "Let them fucking hear you". His hand grips your wrist and rips it away from your mouth, naturally letting it fall together with his until it hits the edge of the countertop. Your fingers curl along the metal edge. The devil's into your skin.

Despite your attempt at softening your moans, the feeling of climbing a mountain peak with quivering legs and bathed breath beyond the top has you unable to control the sounds you let out. Your pants turn into whines until they reach the deepest part of your lungs and emptiest them by moulding air into a groan.

You topple over the edge when Lucifer makes the tiniest readjustment of his hips, one you don't even know how to describe, but he hits that spot that makes you instinctually cling to him as your head snaps backwards.

Your legs shake, and a high-pitched, wavering whine is squeezed from between your lips.

It's like something sourly-sweet curls in the lower part of your stomach, your muscles spasming as your body does nothing but soak in it. And it doesn't take long before the devil joins you from how you squeeze him, stilling and twitching in the way that makes you consciously clench around him one last time before you lean more of your weight against the table behind you.

Your head lolls forward, and you find Lucifer's neck. You breathe in his musky scent, feeling a softness entering your bones, accompanied by his body's comforting chill.

His breaths fan your hair away from your neck. Each exhale is a hot sweep against your sticky skin. You feel him shuffling, and a noise leaves you when he slides out of you to tuck himself into his boxers. Yet, when Lucifer's palm settles against your cheek and makes you look at him when he stands tall again, you forget the empty feeling when a shudder rushes down your neck and through your body.

His eyes are half-lidded, those blues gazing at you almost lazily. Then, with a slight tilt and pull, he brings you in for a kiss. Yet, despite his appearance and the gentle and warm glow streaming through your bond, his kiss is fevered.

The devil slants his lips against yours, tongue running along the seam of your lower lip before he licks into your mouth, swallowing the sound you make. Your hand presses into his hair, fingers curling into his damp blonde locks to tug him closer. Lucifer grunts, deepening the kiss until he reaches a frenetic pace.

You both are getting carried away, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you remember you don't have all the time in the world. Breaking the heated kiss, you pant against the archangel's lips as you rest your forehead against his. And it seems the pause not only calms you but Lucifer's as well.

"You better get going". You laugh breathlessly at this.

"Yeah, good idea. I'll just meet up with Sam and Dean looking like this". You lean away to motion at yourself with a flick of your hand, not needing a mirror to know you looked fucked out. His eyes flicker over you at the invitation to do so.

"Just say you stumbled into one of their companions. You have the story, and now-". He lowers the hand he'd held the shelves with and drags it over your shoulder and upper chest. At the edge of your vision, you spot the red stains the partly dried blood leaves behind. "-you look the part even more". As he gives a final swipe over the swell of your breast, your eyes snap downwards.

"I would've slapped you if you destroyed this dress", you huffed in relief as you examined the smeared red lines on your upper body resembling splatter you'd attempted to wipe off but only made it worse. "And don't tell me that the man wasn't a human all along".

Your gaze rose, seeking out Lucifer's. "No, very much human, very much a dick, just trying to come up with excuses for you". The corner of his lip tugged upwards, and no remorse could be found in his eyes concerning his earlier actions.

"You're unbelievable", you chuckled in disbelief as you closed your eyes.

"Hm, no, you and your heroic moral is for liking my little display". The devil runs his clean fingers up your side with the occasional press, mimicking little steps.

Your flex your jaw, eyes opening to stare into his.

Mirth, the same kind always noticeable when he knows he's right, plays in those wisps of blue. You tilt your head upwards, attempting not to give him a reason to be any smugger.

"Need an answer, little one", he smirks, leaning just out of reach for you to be able to kiss him. Concerning he's still pinning you to the desk behind you, there isn't much more you can do than scoff and twist your head away from him, staring at the wall in the opposite direction.

"Don't become prude now", he chuckles. "You're past the point of it being believable when you fucked the devil in a closet, in this pretty dress and with a party going on just down the hall". You swallow. Turning your head just the slightest bit so you can look at him. He cocks a brow, awaiting your confession.

"Fine", you say, but Lucifer only tuts.

"Not good enough. Tell me you liked how I killed that man for you and then showed you who you belong to". Your mouth drops open, but you quickly shut it as you bite your tongue.

Sam and Dean were probably waiting for you, and if you didn't join them any moment now, they wouldn't be able to wait to go after the kitsune, but neither would they want to leave without you. And knowing them, they would probably split up, not taking the chance it could just be a guest holding you up for this long. Sighing, you pinned a grinning Lucifer with your gaze, a finger coming to rest on his chest to accentuate your reformulated agreement.

"I did like how you saved me in... your own devilish fashion, and I can't say I'm complaining about the following event". The archangel's wings fluttered.

"Will do for now", Lucifer hummed, raising his bloody hand to pull you into a kiss. It's a shorter one, your lips moving slowly against one another for a few seconds before he leans away and lets you slide down to stand on the sole of your feet once more.

Concerning the feeling of your mixed spends trickling out of you -your panties not much of a cover- you're thankful you chose a long dress. However, it feels like the sex you just had is sticking to your skin in more than one way, and you can’t wait until you return to the motel to freshen up. Not only to feel like Lucifer didn't cling to your body for the duration of the trip home, but the blood he’d covered you in.

The thought, along with the red you notice in your peripheral at that moment, reminds you he'd smeared a new streak of blood across your skin. Raising one hand, you smudge the crimson on your cheek and upper neck, frowning at your stained fingers as you resist the urge to wipe them on your dress.

Feeling someone staring, your eyes find Lucifer's, noticing how he'd cocked his head.

"What? I would rather not have a bloody handprint with a compromising placement. It wouldn't help me with the whole run into their companion instead of having hot sex with the devil in the closet".

His mouth ticked upwards at that and something about him standing so casually with his jeans still zipped down and belt buckle hanging open was almost too domestic to not be home in the bunker but in a scrub.

Lucifer observes you while your eyes roam over him, a small smile forming on your lips.

Once your gaze meets the archangel’s, you know he noticed. Without thinking, you move towards the door, ready to leave the way too small scrub. However, you didn't consider your legs would be even unsteadier in heels than previously. So you stumble forwards.

The sole reason you don't trip is thanks to Lucifer’s quick reflexes as his arms shoot out to steady you.

"Should watch your step". The devil helps you to stand straight, and you shoot the amused devil a glare.

"Shut up", you mumbled under your breath, slightly embarrassed he saved you from looking like a complete fool right after he caught you checking him out. "And these things can go fuck themselves", you curse your heels, begrudgingly holding onto the archangel's arm still wrapped around your front for further balance as you step out of your heels one by one.

Immediate comfort makes you flex your feet when you feel the wooden floor beneath you. Then, when cracking sound comes from your toes, causing you to close your eyes for a second and sigh in relief. Then, a slight tightening at your waist makes you open them again and nearly reluctantly raise your gaze until it meets Lucifer's.

"Don't let the monkeys wait any longer". The devil steers you towards the door with a slight push after moving his wings out of the way, surprising you as you hadn't thought that was what he was going to say.

"No goodbye kiss?" It’s instinctive, but you put a fake-pout on the end of your question to not let the devil catch on to how you don’t want to part from him without a last goodbye this time.

His cocked brow doesn’t tell you whether he did or not, but it does reveal he considers your question. And, when he leans forwards, grips your chin and presses his lips against yours, it shows he’s much easier persuaded than you'd been earlier tonight.

"Now go before I keep you here for the rest of the night". There it was, you thought, chuckling as you unlocked and slipped out of the door with your heels in one hand and sensing the devil watch you disappear down the hallway.

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perplexedflower · 2 years

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SPN Drabbles - 14/14: It Takes Two To Hunt

Fandom: Supernatural.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Lucifer x Female Reader.

Type: Drabble.

Words: 550.

Chronology: Any season.

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"That's disgusting. You're lucky you're cute."

Lucifer chuckled as I wiped the blood drops off my face with the back of my hand.

"I'm serious Luci. I swear, I won't ever take you hunting with me again if you keep on exploding every single creature we come across."

"Say what you want, but you can't deny it makes your job much easier." He teased me with a smug look on his face.

"Well yeah, that's the problem, it makes it too easy!" I told him with my arms crossed on my chest. "It takes all the fun out of hunting. And it always ends with me covered in weird monster blood."

He looked at me with a playful expression and a raised eyebrow, before dramatically turning his back to me.

"Always so ungrateful... I'm too good for you, you know that? You really don't deserve me and my overflowing kindness."

"Yeah, maybe." I let out unimpressively, too busy packing my things to pay attention to his mockery. "Now c'mon, let's go to the hotel, I'm beat."

"Yeah, 'cause you definitely killed all of those werewolves." He turned around while scoffing.

"All you did was snap your fingers." I said as I took a step forward in his direction. "Don't start pretending that was the most arduous task in the world."

I reached out for his hand and grabbed it tight, before looking up into his blue eyes, still as radiant, even in the moonlight.

"You know I don't like having to ask things twice, so please honey, take us back to the hotel room."

He smiled at me, a pure and loving smile, then rested a hand on one of my cheeks.

"Sure. But first, I want a kiss. It's the least you can do to thank me for my help."

I sighed with a grin and shook my head slowly: pressing my body against his, I got on the tip of my toes as I felt his other hand grab my lower back.

"You're impossible." I murmured, still smiling.

"I know." He whispered back, his warm breath bouncing off my skin. "That's why you love me so much."

His lips came to meet mine, soothing me into a feeling of love and passion. I closed my eyes and let myself succumb to his embrace, but barely a few seconds later, I found myself lying on the hotel room sofa, my body resting against his. I pulled away from our kiss and smiled gently.

"You could've teleported me into the shower, y'know." I spoke softly while running my hand through his dirty blonde hair. "I'm still covered in blood."

"I know, but I wanted cuddles." He said with a cute smile. "Besides, there's an easy way to fix this..."

Lucifer stretched out his arms and began removing my bloodied jacket, then followed with my blood-stained plaid shirt, both of which he threw on the ground next to the couch. I was left in my black tank top, which allowed him to caress my bare arms, the cold of his touch helping cool down my body temperature.

"That's only a temporary fix, though." I smiled. "My skin is still bloody."

"You'll scrub it off later." He said with a muffled voice, his head buried against my chest. "For now, let's snuggle."

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graveyard-ghoulish · 1 year

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As promised, here’s the beginning of my spn spam. General Lucifer x reader hc’s (not really relationshippy but can be read that way if you like)

Unhinging my jaw like a snake and eating Lucifer whole. he's just so babygirl

Lucifer isn’t for the weak. He’s got an attitude, a temper, and a few billion years of daddy-issues under his belt. He isn’t outright mean to you, but sometimes feelings can be hurt unintentionally.

You likely met through the Winchesters, as most people meeting their doom do. Sam and Dean are nervous about you interacting with Lucifer and you’re just like “wow. You’re so much more unimpressive in person.”

He loves and hates your attitude. Sometimes it’s funny but others you grate on his nerves. If he didn’t at least somewhat like you, you would’ve been turned to dust long ago.

The second he takes an interest in you, you’re his pet. Lucifer wouldn’t say that to your face because he knows you’d somehow find a way to smite him for it, but he makes sure every monster and the Winchesters know you’re off-limits.

But just because you’re his favorite human pet doesn’t mean his plans to end or take-over the world will stop. You’ll both be in hell, you sitting on the throne reading while Lucifer paces back and forth ranting about his latest plans for his eventual take-over with you occasionally chiming in an idea.

Obviously you don’t support his hunger for destruction but you know it’ll never happen. It’s easier to be supportive than to say “that won’t happen buddy”

Is like, super jealous that you still want to hang out with the Winchesters and Cas/Crowley. Isn’t the company of an archangel enough? He (generally) leaves them alone though. You’re the first real friendship he’s had in eons and he’ll be damned if he loses it over some stupid humans and their pet angel.

Chaos. Living with him is absolute chaos. You’ll be having fun in town with him and his demons one second, then burning down government buildings the next. There’s really no telling what activity Lucifer has planned in the next 5 minutes.

#lucifer x reader #spn lucifer x reader #spn x reader #lucifer is that pet owner that doesn't train it #he just carries you everywhere like “don't get too close cause it bites”

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angelkissiies · 2 years

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sweets

archangel gabriel x reader

CW/TW : restlessness, talk of porn, sensuality, fluff, romance, literal soul bonding moment, upset brothers, cheeky gabriel, slight nsfw (like barely).

word count : 2021

a/n : this is completely based off of a tag i started using about a year ago “if gabriel was sucking on a lollipop and then transferred it into my mouth I wouldn’t be depressed anymore lol” so enjoy!

The library was incredibly dull, more than usual today it seemed. None of the books drew your attention, you tried to study the lore in your spare time- seeing as you weren’t as seasoned as Sam and Dean, but today it was just incredibly hard to find the drive. The spines were cracked and breaking down, pages filled with hard to read notes that the previous men of letters had left for future generations. The restlessness that had pulled you out of bed persisted, no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself.

It was 3:25am, the bunker was dead silent other than the slight hum of electrical energy circulating through the decades old machinery in the control room. You sat silently at the research tables, fingers grazing over the spines of the books you’d chosen from the shelf earlier. You could only wonder how many hands had touched this same book, how many times it had been used to save lives- but here you were, dreading even looking at it.

With a huff you stood up and made your way through the winding hallway that connected to the kitchen, you felt around on the wall for a second before finding the light switch and flicking it on. It took a few tries but the fluorescent light began to shutter on with an obnoxious hum. It flickered slightly but that was normal, this places electricity was finicky.

You scanned the room, eyeing the open cabinet space for anything that you deemed appetizing. There were the usual pantry staples like peanut butter, crackers, canned vegetables, stuff you really didn’t have a taste for. That was, until you spotted a bag of candy tucked behind the canned goods. It was most definitely Dean’s, seeing as he’s the only one who’d hide something so badly that you barely had to look for it. You pulled the bag out, inspecting the contents.

The bag was filled to the brim with lollipops, an unlikely candy choice you’d ever expect from Dean- but you weren’t complaining. The flavors ranged from cherry to some even as wild as chocolate cake. Nothing like you’d ever really heard of before.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You spoke aloud, pulling a blue raspberry one from the bag. It was your favorite flavor, a timeless classic- in your opinion. You crumpled up the wrapper in your hand before attempting to throw it into the trash bin from across the room, as you expected, you failed miserably and it landed in the floor. You decided to grab a couple more from the bag for safe keeping before heading back into the library.

The room didn’t seem so overwhelming now, though you still didn’t plan on doing any research. That could wait till tomorrow. Instead, you pulled Sam’s laptop off of the charger and settled into the armchair in the corner of the room. As you opened it up, the first pop up was definitely not what you expected.

“Busty blondes, huh?” You snickered to yourself, closing that tab out before opening a new one. You were so wrapped up in what you were doing that you didn’t hear the flutter of wings, signaling an angels entrance into the bunker.

“Well, well, well. (Y/n).. I didn’t take you for the late night porn escapade type.”

Your heart pretty much leaped out of your chest as you slammed the laptop closed, head almost doing a complete 360 as you looked for the owner of the voice. It wasn’t unusual to get a random message from Gabriel in a disembodied voice, it was his favorite way of fucking with you. This time, it was definitely not a disembodied voice. He very much was there.

Gabriel stood just behind you, leaning over the half bookshelf where he was able to see the computer screen before you closed it. “Did i startle you? My bad.” He smirked, moving around the bookshelf to lean against the research table.

You huffed lightly, embarrassed enough for the next century. “No, no. I wasn’t watching porn. It’s just Sam’s laptop- and also yes. Of course you startled me, you tend to just appear.” You stated, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back into the chair.

“Oh yeah? So Sam was looking up 70’s pornos? I took him for more of a blondes kinda guy.” He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as well. He looked.. different tonight. He was wearing a black button up with matching black dress pants. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms and the top buttons of his shirt had been neglected- this was far from how he usually dressed. He must have had something or maybe someone important to go attend to today.

It took a second to process what he said, but when he did it couldn’t have been more crystal clear. He’d been watching you, that’s the only way he could’ve known- unless the blondes thing was really just a good guess. “How long have you been here, Gabriel?” You questioned, squinting at him in impartial curiosity. You never really minded when he just popped in, he was a fun guy to be around, not to mention he was very nice to look at. Despite how much you liked to look at him- he was an archangel, so off limits, the brothers made that very clear.

The man shrugged lightly, “Maybe ten minutes, just in time to see the fun stuff though.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair before pulling a chair out from the table and turning it so it faced you. “I do have a question though.”

You furrowed your brows, relaxing a little more now that he was eye level with you. It made you nervous when people stood when having a conversation sitting down. “Okay, shoot. I might have an answer for you.” Something about this made you feel like you’d regret it later, his curiosity was never the innocent kind.

“Why 70’s pornos? I mean, we both know there are much better modern ones. The oldies are cheesy.” He asked, his hands resting under his chin now, he was so causal- he always made you feel comfortable around him.

The answer wasn’t so easy to explain though, between the niche of 70’s porn and the embarrassment you felt from being caught doing such on Sam’s laptop of all things. You swished the lollipop around in your mouth, attempting to find a suitable answer. One that was honest, but not too vulnerable.

“Well, I mean, it’s cringey but good. The films are cheesy but I don’t mind that. Modern stuff is just much too.. aggressive.” You explained, your answer was genuine but you weren’t quite sure why you were as honest as you’d been. “Anyways, what are you doing here?”

Gabriel smiled leaning back in the wooden chair, hands resting on his knees. His eyes wandered down to your lips before turning back to your eyes, “I wanted to see you, talk to you actually.”

The way he looked at you made your heart flutter but you swallowed those feelings down, focusing on his words instead. “Is everything okay?” You pulled the now empty stick from your mouth, throwing it in the bin beside the chair as you opened a new one. This one was chocolate flavored and as you popped it into your mouth, the flavor lived up to its name.

He gave a quick nod, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Everything’s fine, I swear.” His eyes were simmering with something deeper, an intensity you’d never seen from him before. He reached out to caress your face, touching you with the utmost tenderness before moving to pull the lollipop from your lips.

Without missing a beat, he popped the lollipop into his mouth, letting out a sinful groan. His lips upturned into a wicked smile, “Chocolate with a hint of something much sweeter.” He commented, twirling the lollipop around on his tongue.

You felt your face begin to heat up, heart skipping beats. Was this real? You had to be dreaming, there was no way this was actually happening. “Gabriel-,” you began, only to be cut off.

“Tell me your don’t like it and I’ll stop.” He swore, hand brushing against your thigh. His skin was so warm compared to your own from being stuck in the cool bunker for so long. The contrast was nice, if you were being honest with yourself, it was much more than nice. “I won’t do anything unless you say it’s okay.”

Something over took you, as you leaned toward to come closer to the man- your hand moved up to swipe the lollipop out of his mouth. You threw it hazardously onto the floor, pulling him in to crash your lips against his. It was sweet, he tasted like chocolate and mint. As if he’d been preparing for this.

Gabriel’s hands hooked under your thighs, pulling you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. He let his hands wander, memorizing the curvature of your body. He couldn’t help hold onto you like this moment was fleeting, but by the way you pressed your body against his- he knew you were here to stay. He broke this kiss, gripping onto your hips to keep you still. “We don’t have to go any further than this, sweetheart. You know that.”

You gripped onto his shirt for dear life, not wanting him to slip through your fingers. “I want you to kiss me again, please.” You murmured, hands moving to busy themselves with his buttons. “I just want to kiss you so badly.”

A cheeky smirk played on his lips, he moved a hand up to rest on the nape of your neck. He gently began to guide you down to his lips, before stopping abruptly. There was barely a centimeter between the two of you, warm breath puffing across each other’s faces. He leaned in a bit to brush his lips against yours but nothing more than that, which earned an annoyed groan from you.

“Take a breath, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” He instructed, eyes taking in all he could. From this close, he could see the sunbursts in your eyes and the seasonal freckles that were so light you could barely see them. He loved it, he loved knowing that there were still things about you he’d get to learn and love everyday.

You followed his directions, taking in a deep breath and releasing it in one fluid motion. Your face was tinted pink, still flustered from this whole thing. You were sitting on the lamp of one of the most powerful creatures in the world, the most baffling thing- no man ever looked at you before, but Gabriel didn’t just look at you- he felt you. In the moment, it was as if you two had become one. He felt your emotions reverberate from inside of him, echoing in his chest.

Gabriel closed the gap, pressing his lips against your own. This time was different, there was no urgency. No need to fast track it all. It was slow and sentimental. He needed you. All he felt was you. His hands caressed the skin just under the fabric of your shirt, he didn’t dare to go further as it was unnecessary. He just wanted to touch you. To feel your skin against his own. He ached for you.

The light suddenly flickered on, pretty much blinding the both of you- as the room was previously at the mercy of a table lamp you had turned on earlier.

“What the fuck, is that-?”

“Gabriel?”

The voices of the two very commonly known as Sam and Dean made you freeze in place. It was Dean’s rule not to date angels, but yet here you were caught, sitting on the lap of none other than the archangel Gabriel.

“Oh! Hey guys, whatcha doing?” You smiled, pretending they couldn’t see the scene that appeared in front of their very eyes.

They both scowled at you, crossing their arms as they stood in the doorway in their sleep robes. “You have explaining to do, right now-,” Dean demanded, only to be cut off by Gabriel.

The man chuckled, not wanting to let go of you. “Yeah, well, there will be explaining done. Just not right now. See you guys later!” Before the brothers could even protest, the two of you were gone.

“The archangel, really? It could’ve been anyone else.”

“She has very poor taste in men.”

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happy74827 · 2 years

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Cold Little Heart

[Castiel x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Castiel returns, despite his hesitations

WC: 1,106

Category: Angst, Little bit of Fluff, Lime/Steamy

“And I know in my heart, in this cold heart. I can live, or I can die.”

『••✎••』

You felt his arm wrap around your torso, bringing you closer. The demons were surrounding you both, growling and snarling like rabid dogs. You watched in fear as he threw his angel blade at the wall, causing the sigils to crack and break.

You screamed his name in fear as they all rushed forward, but when you felt a firm press on your forehead, it relaxed your nerves immediately. As you stood there, you felt a gush of wind surround you at a lightning speed before stopping like it was never there in the first place.

You knew you were safe when it became silent. You were finally safe. You were home, or at least the hotel room you rented.

“Cassie…” Your voice stammers a bit, the sudden goosebumps that had formed now was fading away into your skin.

“Hold still.” His gruff voice spoke, just above a whisper. His hand gazed over your stomach with arms still attached around your lower back. You obliged to his words as you watched the soft blueish light illuminate from his hand to your stomach, the blood dissolving into nothing. Your wound healing in a matter of seconds.

When he finished, his vibrant eyes stared back at yours with a vigorous intensity. You had recently compared them to a husky — being that Cas had a personality similar to that of the puppy, but looking at his eyes now, they changed.

His eyes were now fire in water, passion in ice. The once mindless, dull eyes were now full of expression. Its shade was of an ideal raindrop on a blue aster. The shade of a waterway rushing to join the extraordinary sea.

He knew being here with you was wrong, but he could barely control himself at this point. He’s been fighting himself for nearly three months, avoiding your face to avoid everything else. Both Dean and Sam had noticed — he was sure of it — but neither commented. They allowed him to hurt your feelings, conflict your emotions. It was a shitty thing to do, but he had to do it. He couldn’t risk it.

He couldn’t risk you being collateral damage.

His hands had moved up to your forearms, grasping them firmly. His eyes never left yours, admiration forming into his ardent eyes. It was like a gravitational force came upon you, pulling you closer into him. Your hands found its way to his chest, pulling your arms out of his grasp.

He leaned down, creating a small gap between the two of you. His lips were hovering over yours, just inches apart. His hands gripped your hips, preventing you from falling.

Of course, he never fully stayed away. With all that was happening around the world and the brothers constantly fighting greater evils, he found himself occasionally flying to see you. You couldn’t see him, but he was there. For everything.

If this had been a few years ago, he would be emotionless… thinking nothing of how you’d feel. But, you helped him see the world worth living for. You — and the brothers, but mostly you — gave him humanity. Gave him purpose other than the orders he was created to follow.

His heart broke every time you collapsed in despair. Your quiet sobs soaking into your pillows, trying to keep those emotions hidden from the brothers. He always wondered why you never cried in Dean’s arms… or Sam’s. They’d always make time for you.

Eventually, after every day of watching your endless suffering, it finally snapped him out of it. You had gone on a hunt, fighting demons despite being at a definite disadvantage. No boys… no Bobby… it was as if you were suicidal at this point, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

That’s when he stepped in, body slamming the two demons in front of you — smiting them quickly and efficiently. He would never forget the face you made as the two of you made contact… there was light. Hope.

The moment was shortly caught off as more demons poured in like a swarm of zombies. It was clear you had underestimated the swarm, and he was very thankful he was around otherwise you’d dead within a minute.

Before he could close the gap between the two of you, he pulled away. “I can’t.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Can’t?”

He sighed, looking down. “I’m an angel of the lord.”

“Yeah, Cassie, I kinda know that.” You retorted with a slight smile.

He gave you an annoyed expression, rolling his eyes. “I meant us, as in… us. It’s…it’s frowned upon.”

“Well, I’m already frowned upon by my parents, so it’s not much of a shocker—”

He rolled his eyes again, interrupting you. “Angels aren’t supposed to feel love. They’re not supposed to feel anything for that matter.”

“But you do so that doesn’t matter.” You stated, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay, Cassie, we’re okay.”

“No, we’re- we’re not.” He sighed, “I thought I could fix this by leaving. I thought if I had left you alone, everything would slowly fix itself. But, I was wrong. It’s still there. Everything is still there.”

“Cas…”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been there.” His hands had cupped your face as he sighed into you. You saw the pain he held in his eyes, clearly he had been suffering just as you did. “I inflicted pain on you for selfish reasons. I was a coward, hiding away, instead of facing my fears.”

“Cas, you rebelled against everything you’ve ever believed in to help us. To help Dean save his brother. You practically broke every rule in the angel rule book. You faced Uriel… Anna… Zachariah… how could you be that scared after facing them? After everything we faced—?!”

You were cut off by Cassie’s sudden closeness. You hadn’t realized how much it escalated until your body had been pushed against the wall, his lips devouring yours, feeling hungry and ambiguous. Your lungs felt clenched, the air being sucked out of you, as your lips became numb with his touch.

Castiel was apprehensive at first, leaving feathery kisses that felt hesitant. His hands had wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into the heat of his body. Your hands slowly tangled and gripped his hair, guiding him along as you deepened the kiss.

When your back found its way against the wall, his hands pinned your head in place. A whine escaped your throat as he slithered his tongue down, dancing and intertwining with yours as your hands caressed down from his neck to his spine.

Eventually his hand found his tie, yanking it off with one tug, before discarding it onto the floor. His overcoat following in pursuit.

“I believe if I just try, you believe in you and I.”

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Wrongfully Accused Part 15 (Lucifer X Reader)

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Later that day when you got home you did what you always did when you were upset or angry and needed to channel it. You got out one of your canvases and your best paints. You made yourself a drink and got comfy on the couch as you started to paint. A little while later your phone rang. It was Lucifer. "Hey," you answered. He could pick up on your mood just by your tone.

"That bad huh?" he asked.

"Yep, Sam handled it well but you know Dean," you said.

"how about I pick up dinner for us and we just spend the rest of the night inside," he suggested and you smiled.

"That sounds amazing," you said, "don't forget something sweet,".

"I'd never forget you beautiful," he replied and you couldn't fight the smile that appeared on your face. After you hung up and decided to put your painting away, for now, you went ahead and picked a movie and had two glasses and a bottle of fancy cider ready on the table when Lucifer arrived with Chinese takeout and a chocolate cheesecake.

"Oh nice choices," you said giving him a hello kiss.

"Just let me grab a quick shower and we'll eat beautifully," he said placing the food on the counter in the kitchen.

"Hm, feel like some company for the shower?" you asked with an innocent smile on your face.

"Lead the way gorgeous," he said as you took his hand and headed for the bathroom. After your much needed shower, you two got comfy on the couch and enjoyed dinner. You two were cuddled up watching the movie. "I think since you took a big step today that it's my turn to take one," Lucifer said. You shifted so you can look at him.

"What step are you thinking of taking?" you asked.

"Well you finally faced your brothers and told them about me," he said kissing the back of your hand softly, "so I think I need to finally face my past. I'm gonna go to the book event,". You sit up and took his hands in yours. "I'll be right there with you," you said before giving him a kiss on the cheek. A few days later Lucifer was at work. It had been a busy day. Cars seemed to show up one after another but he didn't mind. He could use the money.

"Shurley!" Bobby called, "Come in my office for a moment!". Lucifer grabbed his grease rag to wipe his hands as he hurried into Bobby's office.

"Yeah Bobby?" he asked leaning against the door frame.

"Why don't go on home for the day?" Bobby suggested. Lucifer was a little confused.

"Why should I go home?" he asked.

"Your father is coming in with a car," he said, "I didn't think you'd want to be around him,".

"I can just hang out in the crew room until he leaves," Lucifer said as there was a knock on the door.

"Hey Bobby," Dean greeted before he spotted Lucifer. Lucifer just looked back.

"I'll go see about the last few cars Bobby," he said as he went to leave.

"Shurley wait," Dean ordered, "we need to talk,".

"We really don't Dean," he said.

"Yes we do," he said anger clear in his tone, "I want you to leave my little sister alone,".

"Nort gonna happen," Lucifer said standing his ground.

"You will leave my little sister alone!" he ordered getting in Lucifer's face, "she can do better than some ex-con loser like you!". Against every fiber of Lucifer's body telling him to fight back he just took a slow breath.

"You know what Bobby?" he said stepping back from Dean with a smile, "I think I will take the rest of the day off. My girlfriend hasn't been feeling well so I should be taking care of her," with that he headed out.

"You just wait you son of a bitch!" Dean said going after him but Bobby stopped him by pushing him back into the office.

"That's enough Dean!" Bobby said making him sit down.

"No Bobby I don't like this!" Dean said running his hand through his hair, "He is not right for her!" "Dean you don't even know them together so you can't really make that call," Bobby pointed out as he leaned against his desk.

"I don't need to know them together!" he said standing up, "I know him and he is not good enough for Y/N!" he stormed out as Bobby just shook his head. You were sound asleep on your couch when the sound of a slamming door woke you up. You looked around but didn't see anyone. You figured maybe it was from Lucifer's apartment so you got up and walked out into the hall. You knocked on the door.

"Babe?" you called, "are you home?" He opened the door and you could tell he was a little upset. "What's wrong?" you asked caressing his cheek.

"You're brother stopped by the shop today," he explained, "got in my face. I walked away so nothing happened,". You sighed.

"I'm sorry," you said, "he can be a jerk,".

"Y/N are you sure you want me to come between you and your family?" he asked. You took his hand and sit down on the couch with him.

"Lucifer, you are not coming between me and my family in any way. If my brother can't accept you that's his issue. I love you, and thats all that matters,". He pulled you into his lap and hugged you close as he kissed your cheek.

"I love you too," he said as he gently rubbed your stomach, "are you feeling any better?".

"Still a little bleh, but yeah a little bit,". He gently swept you up bridal style causing you to giggle a little as he carried you back to your apartment. After making sure you were comfortable on the sofa he headed into the kitchen to make you some soup as you watched TV. The next day when lunchtime rolled around you barged into Sam's office where you knew Dean would be. "We need to talk," you said, "now,".

"Y/N don't start," he said rolling his eyes.

"Don't start!" you crossed your arms, "you started when you got up in Lucifer's face yesterday while he was at work!".

"Really Dean?" Sam shook his head.

"I can't help it!" he said, "Y/N he's bad news,".

"No Dean, you just like almost everyone else in this town are too busy kissing his dad's ass to see beyond what his dad has made him out to be. I'm telling you this one more time. Back off or we will no longer be talking," and with that you stormed out.

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Hey can i ask a Yandere archangels hcs (separated) where their obsession is their soulmates?

Pronouns for the reader can be She/her

I didn't know exactly if you meant them in like a soulmate AU or something so I just did some soulmate AUs from the wonderful @creativepromptsforwriting. Some have different soulmate AUs than others. I really enjoyed writing this! Happy reading 💙

Yandere Archangels soulmates

Lucifer

Name & Telepathy

Archangels weren’t made for humans, so why the fuck did a name replace his vessel’s soulmate’s name.

When Lucifer took over Nick’s body he never thought about the soulmate thing his father put in place for you humans. Nick’s soulmate had already died so he didn’t really think about it.

Til he felt a burning sensation on his left arm one day, Lucifer saw Sarah’s name (Nick’s deceased wife) disappear and a new name replace it, Y/N.

You on the other hand were born with the name Lucifer on your left arm. Your parents couldn’t believe someone would name their baby Lucifer! When you were old enough to fully understand the whole soulmate concept you just thought your soulmate had cruel parents to name them that.

The thought that the Lucifer is your soulmate never even crossed anyone's mind.

Lucifer wanted to know why he had a soulmate, he did research and found nothing about archangels having soulmates. This must be another cruel joke from his father. Like he could ever have a soulmate.

He tried to ignore it and pretend nothing changed. But a part of him wanted to know if you were real or not. Lucifer thought about you more than he would ever like to admit. To the point you could hear his thoughts, sure you’ve heard of soulmates being connected telepathically but never thought you’d be one of those who are.

“Why the fuck would he give me a soulmate? I fell from heaven because of humans, I wasn’t his favorite anymore because of them! They’re a broken, flawed, and murderous species! It's so like him to make one be my soulmate” You heard someone say, you shot your head up, looking for the owner of the voice. Finding nothing you try to brush it off and continue with what you were doing. “I wonder if I’m her soulmate? Now that would be a plot twist.” You hear the voice laugh. You’re either going crazy, or you can hear your soulmate. “Imagine, having the devil as your soulmate! HA! ‘Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Lucifer’ that would be fun to see.” The voice cackles. Yep, you’re going crazy.

Hearing him in your head has caused you to think about the crazy person who’s your soulmate, causing the telepathic connection between you to reach him.

“I can’t believe my soulmate is crazy. He thinks he’s the devil! He’s gotta be in an institution or something.” Lucifer hears right as he’s killing a lone angel. He stares at the angel whom he has in a choke hold, “Did you say something?”. The angel looks at him like he’s nuts. “Yeah, you’re right, it's probably nothing. Anyways, enjoy your snooze fest wings!” Lucifer grins then disintegrates the angel. “The person who is supposed to complete me says he’s the devil. I mean, that's crazy! I hope he gets help before I meet him if I ever meet him.” He hears the voice again, Lucifer whips his head around but finds no one is near. He thinks before he gains a smirk, “I guess she is real. I have a soulmate.”. Lucifer laughs before looking up at the sky, “Thanks pop, this should be fun”

Since hearing your voice Lucifer is interested in meeting you now, there’s got to be a reason why God made you for him. He won’t admit it but he enjoys hearing you when you talk to yourself, he gets to learn more about you. And unfortunately, you are in fact interesting.

The more he learns about you/hears you the more he feels for you. Finding you has become a priority for him now. Lucifer finds your inner thoughts and monologues you do to be both stupid and adorable at the same time. He’s falling for you without meeting you, not that he would admit that.

Lucifer will finally figure out where you are because of your thoughts. He comes to stake you out, he doesn’t expect to be smitten by your idiotic and stupid pretty face. It makes him angry how he feels about you now, not only was he falling for you just from hearing you and your thoughts, but now he’s actually physically attracted to you!

Lucifer will secretly watch you, either he’ll do it himself or have a demon do it for him if he has matters to attend to. Watching you, your daily routines, and how you interact with people doesn’t help Lucifer in trying to find out why you’re his soulmate. But it does unfortunately cause him to fall for you even more.

He’ll ‘coincidently’ bump into you sometimes, just to interact with you, even if it's just for a second. Lucifer tells himself he does it to learn about you and your weaknesses, but he just wants to see you and talk to you.

It starts to become less of a coincidence that he’s almost everywhere you are and more of a very creepy purposeful thing in your eyes. To the point where you just straight-up confront him on it one day.

“Look Nick, I’m starting to think you’re following me everywhere and it needs to stop. If you have something to say then just come right out with it.” You scold the man, expecting his smile to fall, but no… He smiles wider. The man you call Nick seems like he’s about to say something but he stops himself. “I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N,” He says giving you a look you can’t decipher. You shake your head and continue walking home.

The next day you would in fact see him again. Not knowing everything is about to change.

You enter your living room and find ‘Nick’ looking around it, picking up and staring at the photos you have up. “What the hell are you doing Nick? Why are you in my house!” You scold the man and her turns to face you. “I’ve come for my soulmate” ‘Nick’ smiles then pulls up his sleeve a bit up and shows you his left arm, your name clear as ever on his arm. You feel a shock and panic course through you, you scramble to look at your arm, knowing that it has said Lucifer all your life, and it still does. Confusion washes over your face. “My arm says Lucifer, not Nick.” You replied, your eyebrows furrowing. ‘Nick’ walks towards you. “My name isn’t actually Nick babe, it’s Lucifer. And we’re meant to be” He smiles and then his eyes flash glowing red…

“I know why my father made you my soulmate, why he made us soulmates. The irony of me falling for a human, the very species that caused me to fall and no longer be favorited or accepted by him, is too much for him to not enjoy.”

He takes you to your new home, Hell. Lucifer will confess how he didn’t want you at first but you’re so special and different. How could he not fall for you?

Gabriel

Telepathy & Dreamy

Archangels don’t sleep, right? Then why is he dreaming?

Ever since he went to earth and became one with his vessel (who is unnamed) he blinks and then finds himself in some weird place. A dream maybe?

He’ll be in said place for however long then ‘wakes up’ back wherever he was, more like he blinks then is back in his house or whatever. Like he never left.

The times he was shoved into this world/place (?) would vary. He couldn’t do much in this place. Mainly watch what happens. The main constant in the place was a girl, which happens to be you.

As he witnesses what must be dreams, he learns more about you.

You’re the best part of humanity he’s seen in a very long time.

Gabriel will start doing research, finding out what he’s witnessing is in fact someone’s dreams, his soulmate’s actually. He learns this is a part of the soulmate thing his father put in place for you humans.

Why he’s yours or why you’re his, he doesn’t know. But he frankly, doesn’t care as to why. He just wants to know more about you.

Gabe will learn how to gain more control of your dreams, trying to manipulate them slightly, in hopes of talking to you.

Gabriel was quietly watching your dream from the sidelines. He found you so cute and adorable. Seeing what your brain comes up with as you sleep was also fascinating to him. He can’t wait to finally be able to interact with you and your dreams. Gabe is already picturing all the dates he’ll take you on in your dreams.

You didn’t believe you had a soulmate for a long time, unlike most people when you dreamt you never saw someone consistently in your dreams, aka your soulmate. So when you started to see this man in your dreams you didn’t really think he was your soulmate, just something your brain conjured up.

Until the man came up to you in your dream and spoke to you. You were happy to finally have a soulmate. The man you learned is named Gabriel and he was beyond giddy to finally be able to talk to you.

From then on when you would dream Gabe would change the dream, making it like dates. So you could learn more about him, don’t worry he already knows everything about you now 🙂

Gabriel doesn’t tell you that he’s an archangel or that angels and god actually exists yet, so when he tells you about himself he makes it simpler. “Oh, do I have siblings? Yeah, I have 3 brothers I was close to, the others I never really interacted much with since they were made way after me.” “Do I still see my brothers? HA! Hell no, not after the war- I mean the falling out between two of them.” “Am I close to my parents…..uhm no, my father abandoned us basically.”

But the longer this goes on he starts to show more of himself to you, his unhealthy feelings towards you. Becoming too touchy, sharing way more information about yourself than he should know, and getting irritated when you mention any male in your life.

Gabriel starts to come off too strong. “You people believe in marriage right? We should do that then. Secure the deal legally!”

He says that the 3rd time you talk to him in one of your dreams.

Gabe starts to push the idea of meeting you way quicker than you’d like. If you mention that he’s moving too quickly for you he’ll get upset.

“What-what do you mean? We’re soulmates Y/N! You were literally made for me! My father made you for me! We’re meant to be!” Gabe exclaimed in frustration. You give him a strange look. “What do you mean ‘your father’?” You try to question him, Gabriel lets out a sigh before explaining that he’s an archangel and his father is God, who happens to actually exist. ‘He’s crazy! He thinks he’s an angel? He cannot be my soulmate!’ you think before trying to wake up and get away from him.

He didn’t appreciate you cutting your time together short. Nor will he appreciate it when you start trying to avoid him by not sleeping. Not only is that unhealthy for you but you’re staying away from him! He hates that. It feels like you’re abandoning him, and we all know how he feels about that.

Gabriel starts searching for you, which isn’t too hard since he knows way too much about you. While you’re trying to find out if you can get rid of a soulmate, or at least keep them out of your dreams.

Unfortunately for you, he knows what you’re trying to do, luckily for him, he can hear your thoughts if he focuses on you. You don’t know he can do that as your soulmate.

After the fifth night of staying awake, you’re starting to get the sleep deprivation effects, such as hallucinating. Which will give Gabriel a huge advantage.

He’ll come for you after finally figuring out where you are in the world. It’s late at night and you’re too exhausted to fight against him or even realize that he’s real. You just think you're hallucinating when a man looking like your soulmate randomly appears in your room.

You honestly made it way easier for him to take you home, if you had slept more you’d be able to fight against him, maybe he wouldn’t have had to take you so quickly if you slept and met him in your dreams. But it's too late for it now. He easily scoops you up and takes you to your new home, his home.

“Welcome home, sweetcheeks”

Michael

Danger alert & name & telepathy

When Michael took over Dean’s body he didn’t expect to gain a soulmate, especially you. You were Dean’s soulmate, your name was on his left arm and everything. But after Michael was in his body for a couple of weeks he felt a weird sensation on Dean’s right arm, your name was starting to appear.

He was more confused than anything. Why would his father give you two soulmates? Why would he make you his soulmate in the first place?

Michael couldn’t understand why Chuck gave him, an archangel, a soulmate.

As much as he would have liked to ignore this, he couldn’t. He was intrigued. Not just because he somehow has a soulmate, but because you are his soulmate. His destined vessel’s soulmate is also his! That is fascinating to him.

So he’ll go through Dean’s mind to learn about you, even change up the imaginary bar he made to keep Dean preoccupied, to involve an imaginary you. He’ll learn more about you and why you’re so special to Dean that way. And it keeps Dean from realizing he’s locked away in his own mind/body for a bit longer.

The more he learns about you and sees memories of you from Dean the harder he falls. Who could see that coming?

Michael becomes obsessed with you, you’re not like other humans. Maybe that's why his father made you his soulmate.

He’ll also start to become overprotective, especially since he can feel when you’re in danger thanks to Dean’s soulmate connection to you.

You could be on a hunt with Sam or a dangerous research mission (to find a way to get Michael out of Dean’s body) with Cas, and be in danger till whatever creature was about to/was harming you all of a sudden disintegrates. But there won’t be a sign or a trace of what killed the creature.

You were pinned down by a vampire, trying to get it off of you while Sam fights his way towards you. This was supposed to be a simple hunt and research mission! “Y/N!” You hear Sam yell your name as he gets closer to you. “Y/N! I’m coming!” He yelled just as the vampire was going to bite me. I close my eyes and wince, but the weight against me disappears. I sit up a bit, All that's left of the vamp that was on me is some ashes. Sam and you look around trying to see who or what saved you, but find nothing. Not noticing Michael hiding in the shadows of the warehouse with you guys.

He won’t get to meet you for a while since you’re off helping Sam to get him out of Dean’s body, and he’s busy running around Earth.

Michael has the upper hand though. You and Sam don’t know that he can hear your thoughts, because that's not a typical soulmate connection to have. You don’t know that you’re his soulmate yet either. So whatever plans you and Sam come up with are easily foiled by him.

Michael likes to try and implant thoughts into your subconscious using the telepathy he’s gotten as your soulmate.

He might convince Dean to work with him by manipulating him and telling him you can be his forever if he just works with him, Michael will even supply that apple pie life Dean wants.

Michael will still be in control more often than not if Dean agrees though. He’ll let Dean control his body much more often than he currently is if works with him.

And how could Dean resist? Not only would he gain control of his body back, but he’d also get his soulmate and the dream life he wants, and he’d be able to finally act on all of his dark feelings for you while being able to blame it all on Michael.

You still only have Dean’s name on you though. This will infuriate Michael once he finds out. How can you be his soulmate but he’s not yours? It makes him angry and jealous. Shouldn’t he be meant for you just like you are for him?

But it doesn’t matter, as long as you’re with him then everything is fine.

He is extremely manipulative. During one of your attempts to get him out of Dean’s body, Michael takes note of how much you love Dean and how you’re willing to do anything for him. He wants you to feel like that for him.

So one day after another failed attempt to save Dean Michael makes a deal with you. Give yourself up and you’ll have Dean back. You want to immediately agree but why does he of all people want you specifically to give yourself up?

You demand to know why and he smiles. “Because I want my soulmate by my side.” His smile turns into a grin as he pulls up his sleeve on his right arm, revealing your name on it. You gasp, your jaw unclenches, going slack, and you scramble to look at your left arm. You’re afraid that his name has taken Dean’s place but find it hasn’t changed. “As much as I would love to explain it, I don’t know why my name isn’t on your arm when we’re destined to be together. But that doesn’t matter right now. Will you come with me or not?” He leans towards you as he crosses his arms. You pace in thought for a moment before looking at him, shoulders slumped and frown. “You promise you’ll let him go? Like vacate from him, find a new ‘vessel’ or whatever?” You question and nervously fidget. He licks his lips quickly before gaining an even wider grin, “Yes. I’ll leave his body.”, Michaels lies right through his teeth. He’d be stupid to give up his true vessel, the one that makes him even more powerful than he already was. But you don’t know this, so you reluctantly agree, thinking you’re saving Dean. No matter how much Sam screams at you to not say yes, that we’ll find another way to save him, you can’t hear him over the thought of Dean being free again. “I’ll go with you.”

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