#casifer x y/n

[raz-writes-the-thing]

The Odd Cuddle (Supernatural Drabble)

Casifer x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Flirty Casifer cuddles. That's it, that's the fic.

A/N: I saw this post from @peacockwinchester and idk- it sparked some inspo

Fic type: fluff

Supernatural: @wereallbrokenangels @nervoussystemss (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Lucifer, your beloved. Your Liege, your Lord, your Prince of Darkness. To be quite frank, you'd never been worried about what he could do to you if he so pleased. You were nearly as old as he was and had seen him in many forms with many faces since the dawn of time. You'd loved them all the same.

You'd had many faces, too, of course. You'd tried them all. Like a card collection, almost. But Luci had always been most fond of your original- and when he'd finally been able to bust free of the Cage in Castiel's form, he'd used up some of his archangel juice to restore you a corporeal form true to your very old, very original body.

"Oh, how I missed this," you breathed out, feeling out those long-lost and yet familiar contours of your form.

"Mm, me too. No such views in the Cage, it would seem," your love replied, pulling you closer so he could wrap you up in his arms. Upon seeing your eye roll, he added, "Darling, no view anywhere could compare to the sight of you."

You allowed him to pull you closer and against his chest. Trailing a finger down his stubbled cheek, you teased him with the promise of a kiss only to pull back at the last moment.

"I quite like this face on you, dearest. It's handsome, and... cuddly," you said, trailing your hands down his chest to wrap around his middle. You sighed contentedly, settling into his chest as he wrapped his own tighter around you.

"Me too, pet," he answered, pressing a little kiss to your forehead. "I have to admit- after spending several millennia in the Cage, I've grown quite fond of the odd cuddle."

"And I am pleased for it. You know I am all for a good, long, cuddle," you told him affectionately. Luci released one arm from you and snapped his fingers. Suddenly you were both lying down in your shared, luxurious four-poster.

"Now this is the life," you stretched out like a cat, practically purring as you pressed your warm cheek to his colder, now-shirtless chest. He always did run cold.

"It sure is, cupcake," Luci tapped your nose, lips upturned in a cocky smile. "It sure is."

[julesthequirky]

Misha and Characters

Brat: Series; In order to adjust her behaviour and attitude, Y/N is sent to John’s and whilst she’s there, John’s sons, Sam and Dean take a liking to her.

Call Me Master: Oneshot; A helping hand turns into an ownership of a lifetime. PWP. (Castiel x Reader)

No Alpha of Mine: A/B/O Series; Reader denies the connection with her Alpha. (Castiel x Reader)

The Last Omega: A/B/O Oneshot; Reader is an Omega on the run from a ruthless leader. (Castiel x Reader

The Big Empty: Angst oneshot; Reader enters The Big Empty to save her favourite angel (Castiel x Reader

Grace: Fluff, light angst, oneshot; Castiel home alone with a baby. (Castiel x Reader)

Murphy's Law: Drabble, high angst; Things turn bad during a hunt. (Castiel x Reader)

Right Alpha, Wrong World: A/B/O oneshot; Running back to the rift the Omega reader has an uncanny meeting in the forest. (Castiel x Reader)

Suptober 2019: Short episodic drabbles including Castiel and reader in a will they, won't they? relationship. No smut, no angst (maybe). 

Owned By Sin: Smut, Mini-series: Whilst occupying Castiel’s vessel, Lucifer plays on a weakness of yours. They don’t call him the original tempter for nothing… (Casifer x Reader)

Part One. Part Two

Last Christmas: One shot, very violent and gory; Reader is unaware of her friend's true identity as Christmas becomes closer. (Casmodeus x Reader)

Lead Me Into Temptation: Smut, Series; Reader has a crush on her neighbour. (Misha x Reader)

Daddy's Brat: BDSM- hardcore smut, series; Misha and reader have a DDLG relationship.

Homewrecker: High angst, series; Reader makes a mistake, is cast out and disowned and sleeping rough. (Misha x Reader)

Forget Me Not: Mini-series: Reader wakes up after hitting her head, as her character on Supernatural. (Misha x Reader)

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

Crazy In Love: Angst, drama, series; Reader is charged with the abduction of Misha but the case doesn’t seem to be all that black and white.

All Her Stars Broken and Stripes Worn Through, It's the Red, White and Whiskey Blues: EXTREME ANGST, series; Reader had a mental breakdown and quickly became estranged from her husband, Misha. Every day is a fight when there’s no reason to live any more.

The Alpha's Intent: A/B/O oneshot; PWP in the den. With sweaty Misha.

Kisses Have Consequences: Angst, series; A heated kiss between friends is shared causing the beginning of all their problems. (Misha x Reader)

Classroom Humiliation: Explicit oneshot; Reader gets humiliated in class. (Misha x Reader)

[couldyouimagine-that]

Cuddles With Satan

Genre; Hurt/Comfort, Flufffff

Word Count; 1.2k

Warnings; None, just the reader being exhausted beyond belief and Lucifer convincing you to let him hold you while you go to sleep.

Pairings; Lucifer (Supernatural) x Reader

I know that soft!Lucifer isn't everyone's thing, but I haven't found enough fics like this so I am filling the gap myself! I guess he's inherently OOC for being soft, but I've written him as in character as possible if he decided to be affectionate towards the reader. (Also comment if you think I should do something similar with Casifer, I am very much considering it). Enjoy!

Here's part 2!

Masterlist

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“I know you don’t really believe it yourself, but you are right.”

You had told Dean, Sam and Castiel that it was okay to leave you alone with the Devil. That if he wanted you dead, you would be.

“Besides, why would I kill you? That little moral dilemma that you’ve got going on is far more interesting than your corpse would be.”

That little moral dilemma was that you liked Lucifer. And he knew it.

You were incredibly tired. You didn’t feel well, you hadn’t been sleeping or even eating properly and you had convinced the others to go so that they could get a break from Lucifer’s antics. You knew that if someone hadn’t left, you would have ended up with a full-blown fight on your hands, and you didn’t want to have to deal with the fallout of one of your friends conveniently forgetting that they were nothing more than an insect to an archangel. You’d already had the job of patching up Sam and Dean when one of them got a little too self-righteous and a flick of Lucifer’s hand had sent them both flying. Castiel at least had slightly better control, but you’d had to hold him back from starting something in retaliation more than once. Not that pushing the angel back by his shoulders would actually do anything if he had a mind, but so far it had served as a good enough reminder to stop him from antagonising the Devil.

You turned around to face him, arms crossed over his chest and head resting in one hand, leaning against the edge of the table. Utterly relaxed and confident. He tilted his head just slightly as he watched you, a smile pulling at his lips.

“I need to go and get some rest before I pass out. Please, please don’t do anything while I’m gone.” He stayed quiet, enjoying the look you were giving him, pleading him to help you out. Until you dropped it, huffing a sigh and shaking your head. You were going to fall asleep regardless and you’d rather not be in the main room of the bunker when it happened. You made for the corridor at the back without another word, heading to what had become your room. Naturally, Lucifer followed.

“How about I come with you?” You said nothing, allowing yourself a silent sigh. “What? Two birds, one stone – that way you get to rest and you know where I am and what I’m doing.”

Not for the first time, you cursed yourself for having ever opened your mouth. A few weeks back, whilst sharing some beers with the boys and reminiscing on happier times, talk had turned briefly to partners. Sam and Dean had mentioned that in each of their longer-term relationships, their girlfriends had said they felt safer being held when they went to sleep. You had agreed, saying that you usually also slept better if someone was holding you. The conversation had moved on, that had been it. Apart from the fact that Lucifer had been hanging around somewhere and heard every word, and hadn’t left you alone about it since.

“Not today, Lucifer. Please.” You could hear the smile in his voice when he answered and you knew he’d heard the defeat in yours.

“Come on, Y/N, just this one time. What harm will it do?” He just kept walking behind you when you didn’t answer. “It’s not a one-way ticket downstairs, if that’s what you’re worried about. You’ve got far worse on your resume than ‘cuddled with Satan’.” You could feel your fight draining with every passing second.

“Why do you even care about this so much?” You asked at length, leaving the door to your room open out of habit since you were still having a conversation. By the time you considered that maybe slamming the door in his face would have ended the conversation, he had already walked inside.

“Curiosity. Angels don’t sleep, as you know, so I’ve never experienced holding someone until they drift off. I want to know what it feels like.”

You stared at him for a moment, uncomprehending. You knew your powers of reasoning weren’t operating at full capacity, but that sounded so… genuine. Gentle. Usually bad things when associated with Lucifer but you were running out of both reasons and time remaining before you collapsed where you stood.

“Come on.” His voice was so quiet, so soft, that you would never again wonder how he had convinced anyone to do anything. You just hoped you were right in thinking that there were worse things you could be agreeing to.

“I- alright. Fine.” You raised your hands briefly in surrender then collapsed onto one side of your bed, faced away from him.

You felt the mattress shift beneath his weight as he laid down behind you, felt his gaze on you as he lightly traced two fingers down your spine. You had to fight to hold back your sigh. His hand moved ever so gently along your side, up to your shoulder where he applied just a little bit of pressure to push you onto your back. His expression was soft, one arm beneath his head as his eyes tracked the path of his hand. He didn’t even have to lean to reach over you and your eyes shuttered when he slipped his hand beneath your back, pulling you over to him with no effort at all. You found yourself pressed against his side, head on his shoulder and with nowhere else for it to go, your arm resting on his chest.

His hand started a gentle passage up and down your back and you gave up on trying to hold back your contented sigh. Lucifer smiled genuinely at the sight. He rested his chin atop your head as he moved his flat palm to your lower back, again pushing gently to reposition you how he wanted. With sleep already winding its tendrils through your mind, you figured in for a penny, in for a pound. You received an appreciative squeeze when you crossed your leg over one of his, and another when you wrapped your arm around his torso, laying your hand against his ribs. You played with his soft shirt for a few moments, moving the material between your fingers, before tucking your face more firmly against his shoulder. Lucifer shifted slightly and you felt the scratch of the scruff on his chin against your forehead and a gentle pressure before he moved back again. Even mostly asleep, that woke you straight back up again.

A forehead kiss? That had nothing to do with wanting to know what it felt like to hold someone as they fell asleep. You looked up questioningly to find his expression caring – caring – and his gaze already trained on you. He would only offer a minute, one-shouldered shrug in response. Just felt like it, the movement said. I don’t really care. You simply chose to lay down again rather than start another conversation, and Lucifer’s chin returned to your head and his hand resumed its path across your back. You eventually let your train of thought go so that you could finally get some rest, but you couldn’t help but wonder what it was going to mean to have Lucifer’s affection.

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Supernatual Masterlist

One Shots

Permission To Go Out - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic)

‘Green Thumb’ Curse - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic)

Hunting High - Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Reader (platonic)

Bitten - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack, Reader (all platonic)

Waiting - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack, Reader (all platonic)

Elf-On-The-Shelf Trouble - Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Reader (platonic) (Holiday Special)

Calls, Cases and Slasher Week - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic), Castiel x Reader (slight)

Wholesome - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic), Castiel x Reader (slight)

Discipline Struggles - Reader, Dean, Mary (platonic), Jack Kline (mentioned)

Y/n Knows - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Reader (platonic)

Tuesday #66 - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Easter Hunt - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Heat Of A Lie - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Act Your Age - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Surprise - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

The ‘Talk’ - Dean, Jack (platonic)

A Tense Conversation - Dean x Reader

Not Family - Dean x Reader

Trust Me - Castiel x Reader

Accidental Summons - Castiel x Reader

Can You Relax? - Castiel x Reader

Tipsy and Flirty - Castiel x Reader

Facing The Devil - Castiel x Reader

Bring Castiel Home - Castiel x Reader

Imagines + Mini Fic 

Imagine trying to convince the angels to cast out Casifer

Imagine lusting for Castiel after being affected by Famine

Imagine Castiel needing to touch your soul to recharge and retrieve Sam and Dean

Imagine sharing a PB&J sandwich with Castiel

Imagine Dean and Sam walking in on you and Castiel during an argument

Imagine punching Castiel when he tags your ribs with Enochian protection

Imagine revealing the truth behind the 'second shelf corner'

Imagine being an angel and confessing to Castiel how you handled his death

Imagine Dean comforting you when Castiel has a crush on another human

Imagine refusing to pray to Castiel

Imagine preparing to attack Demon!Dean when Sam brings him into the bunker

Imagine trying to handle Dean while he's freaking out with ghost sickness

Imagine messing with Dean when he mind-melds with a dog

Imagine sitting on the hood of the Impala as Dean fixes the headlights

Imagine trying to convince Sam to take care of himself in his pursuit to save his brother

Imagine knocking Sam out when he refuses to take a break for himself

Imagine finding Jack at the foot of your bed eating breakfast

Imagine getting trapped in a Doctor Sexy episode with the Winchesters

Imagine Team Free Will's shock when you sprout wings after being cursed by a witch

Imagine being cursed 'to be normal' along with Dean and Sam

Imagine reminiscing about your strangest solo-hunt with the Winchesters and Castiel

Imagine the Winchesters explaining to Jack what it’s like to work a case with you

Imagine trying to help Gabriel but he gets spooked and attacks

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“No, no.” Lucifer said, taking away the Crowley’s toothbrush, which he was also using to clean the floor.“You won’t be needing that.”

You were currently spying on them. You knew that there was something off about Cas, who up until recently, had never tried to make a move on you. You also knew something was up when he didn’t even try to hide it whenever he was checking you out.

“What do you mean?” Crowley asked, clearly frightened.

“I seem to remember hearing that there there was a bit of a disagreement between you and Y/N which ended in you sweeping the floor with her.” You heard him say. He wasn’t being literal, sort of. After you, Sam, Dean, Cas, and Bobby were able to get Lucifer back in the cage, you and Crowley fought about how he wanted to use you as leverage against your friends. In short, things did not end well. And you’ve got the scars to prove it.

“I think it’s your turn to clean.” Lucifer said gently, although you could tell he was pissed at Crowley. You were a bit surprised that Lucifer was punishing him for hurting you. Sure, he never really hurt you, but he never really spoke to you either.

“How?” Crowley said, dreading the worst.

“Use your tongue” said Lucifer, winking with a devilish smirk on his face.

“And Y/N, you can come out now.” He said, standing up and turning your direction.

You figured that there was no point in hiding anymore. He knew. You stepped from your hiding place and stood in clear view of Lucifer, Crowley, and a lot of demons who hated your guts so much that they began to attack.

“Hey, is that anyway to treat our guest?” Lucifer yelled, which ceased all their attempts at approaching you.

“She’s with the Winchester’s.” One of the demons exclaimed.

“Not for long.” He said smirking, and you knew that you were screwed.

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Whisper

Title: Whisper

Day: October 17

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Casifer x Reader

Tags: dub-con, non-con, Casifer, dark!fic, grace, oral, teleporting

Beta: @jessyackles

Fic Aesthetic: Me

A/N: This is a part two of sorts to October 2nd’s story, Lookalike.

Written for: @horrificmemes ‘s October Writing Challenge

You woke up underneath the Eiffel Tower.  The lights were a beautiful contrast against the night sky.  You felt calm and content looking at the masterpiece above you until you heard a voice.

“The view is almost as beautiful as you are, Y/N.”

You sat at looking for him.  Lucifer was nowhere to be seen.  In fact, no one was around.  You were alone, lying naked on a blanket in Paris with no one else around you.   Lucifer was just a whisper inside your head. The memories of what Lucifer had done to you washed over you.

“Lucifer, where are you?” You sighed.

“I am everywhere, doll face.  If you don’t like the view, I can change it for you.  How about here?”

Suddenly, you were in a posh bedroom you didn’t recognize.  The cold, silk sheets beneath you gave you goosebumps as you sat up and looked around the room. You felt out of place in the sophisticated, chic room.  You jumped as you felt a cool touch on your shoulder.

“I thought you always wanted an evening in Paris with ole Cassie, but maybe you’d prefer this fancy bedroom?”  Lucifer was using Castiel’s grace to slowly move down your chest.   As much as you tried to move away, the cool tingly sensation wouldn’t budge.

“He has a lot of memories of you in his noggin.  I know it wasn’t your first time, you dirty bird.  I, myself, quite enjoyed myself and if you stop lying to yourself I think you did, too.”  The grace was circling your nipples as another strand on grace began to circle your clit.

“Lucifer,” you hissed sharply as you grasped at the sheets.

He chuckled, “I never get tired of hearing you say my name.  You’re such a good girl for me when you scream it, Y/N.”  Grace was thrust inside you repeatedly as it circled your clit and tweaked your nipples.  You tried to fight against the orgasm that was building inside of you, but there was no use.

“Lucifer, please,” you brokenly sobbed.

“Please what, Y/N?”

“Take me, b-but let Cas go,” your orgasm crashed through you and once it was over, you felt more shame than the previous orgasms Lucifer had stolen from you.

“Let’s try this again,” Lucifer suggested and you were in another new place. This time, the beautiful fall leaves surrounded you. It was dusk and the sun was just breaking through the horizon.  The sounds of happy birds and crickets put a smile on our face before Lucifer was in front of you.

“Y/N,”  Lucifer’s voice was different this time.  It almost sounded like Castiel.  

“Cas?” you hurriedly inquired as your face light up with hope as you found his shining blue eyes.

“Yes, Y/N, it’s me.  I don’t have much time.  You need to give Lucifer what he wants.  Do not worry about me.  Do not feel shame.  Give Lucifer what he wants. I love you, Y/N,” Cas advised.

“”What are you talking about, Cas?”

“Oh, sorry.  Cas isn’t here right now, please leave a message at the beep,” Lucifer responded sarcastically.  “Fall is your favorite season.  Maybe some outdoor fun will change your mind?” he winked.

“Lucifer,” you began as you swallowed hard, “I’m yours.”

“Just like that?” he asked unsure.  You nodded.

“Hm, I’ll have to send dad a thank you card for making this then.”

“I have one request that does not involve Castiel or trying to get out of this, and then you can do whatever you want.”

“Name it,” he shot back instantly.

“I need to see Sam and Dean for five minutes to tell them that I am going away, indefinitely, and to never look for me. To never try to save me.  To just move on and forget that I never existed.  I think we both know how determined and in-the-way they can be,” you stated as you got on your knees in front of him and began to undo his belt.

“Let’s finish here, then we’ll see about your chat with boys.  Let’s see just how much of a good girl you’re going to be for me from now on.”

“Yes, Lucifer,” you responded and you unsheathed Castiel’s cock from its confines.

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Casifer x reader

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Characters: Lucifer, Michael, Gabriel & You

Pairings: Casifer x Reader

Warnings: pregnant reader, Michael is the baby’s father, ooc archangels

Your miracle pregnancy reached the end of its first month. All the pregnancy related things that had gone relatively smoothly up until then, went downhill, fast.

The morning sickness started and knew no end. It was mid-morning and you were where you normally were – hunched over the toilet.

"Y/N…"

You would have shook your head and made a valiant attempt to ward him off, but sudden movement caused the room to spin so your arms flailed and then dropped. You didn't want him to see you like this. Your stomach heaved again.

You felt your hair lifted from your shoulders, cool air brushing the back of your neck. There was a rustle, the swoosh of a trench coat hitting the floor somewhere and then a cool cloth was pressed to your face.

"All done?" he asked, now kneeling on the tiled floor beside you.

"For now. What a bitch." You dragged air into your lungs. "I'm a mess. Miracle baby pregnancy sucks."

He chuckled and wiped the tears from your cheeks. You sat back on your knees and he let your face go. He was smiling.

"What's so funny?"

"You don't think it's amusing that we are both sprawled leisurely beside a toilet?"

"Well, you are in a suit." You groaned. "A very expensive suit."

"Three piece actually. It's a favourite."

You felt a pang, even though you knew he was teasing. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head imperceptibly. "I will always protect you."

You rolled your eyes. He always reminded you of this fact. "Protect me from a toilet bowl?"

"From anything."

His tone, coupled with the look in his eyes had your stomach lurch. He rose to his feet, extending his warm, upturned palm towards you. When you looked up at him, you realised that the queasy feeling in the pit of your belly had nothing to do with miracle baby morning sickness and everything to do with the unrelenting charm of Lucifer.

The first time you felt a fluttering in your stomach, you were alone. You had read about what it would feel like. Was this the baby moving? Standing, stupefied, this was how Lucifer found you.

"Are you alright?"

You raised your head, a confused look in your eyes and he frowned.

"I think… I think I feel the baby moving."

You watched his eyes flick to the swell of your stomach as he automatically took a step towards you.

On instinct, you reached for his hand and placed it where the feeling persisted.

"Can you feel that?"

His brow furrowed with concentration, and he moved closer, placing his free hand on the curve of your waist. You positioned both of your hands over his, moving its position slightly. Eventually, he shook his head. "I cannot." His disappointment was palpable. "But I can hear its heartbeat."

"Sometimes," you confessed in a low whisper, "I'm not sure whether I want this baby. I mean," you rushed on, "I wonder about what kind of mother I will be. And then a moment like this happens and I am overwhelmed with… affection, I guess, for a child I considered aborting. I could screw this kid up in a million different ways."

The hand at your waist moved to stroke gently down your cheek. You leaned into his touch and briefly closed your eyes. When you opened them, Lucifer forced you to meet his gaze head on, his finger under your chin.

"You will be a wonderful mother." When he said it like that, you could almost believe him.

"And what about this baby's father? Michael tolerates me-"

He shrugged. "You are in the company of family. I will always protect you and this baby. Always."

"Lucifer…"

He gently pulled you into his arms and kissed the top of your head. You stood like that for a long time. You wanted it to last forever.

When you were six months pregnant, Michael stumbled into the mansion with a bloodied Lucifer.

"What the hell?!" There was blood everywhere.

"No need to worry love. Just a few scrapes."

You rushed forward but Michael had already veered towards the sofa, depositing his brother. Lucifer was unconscious, his dark suit bloodied.

"What the hell did you do?" you demanded.

Fire kindled in his eyes and his lips thinned. "Nothing. Just caught in the crossfire between the Winchesters and that pesky witch Rowena."

You kneeled beside Lucifer, temporarily distracted when Michael stormed from the room.

"Hey! Where are you going? He could be seriously hurt!"

"To teach someone a lesson. Cheer up, my brother is an archangel remember. So we know he won't die." The door slammed shut so hard, the windows rattled.

Your attention returned to Lucifer and your touched your hand to his forehead.

"Lucifer?" you called. "Lucifer."

His pristine suit was bloodied, his tie askew. A smile curved your lips at the sight. He always prided himself on looking impeccably groomed. You reached down and tugged at the knot, loosening the ruined piece of silk.

"I am bloodied and bruised and you tower over me with smiles."

"Are you alright? What happened? Michael brought you in and dumped you on the sofa before hightailing it out of here. Asshole."

He shook his head. "Just caught in the crossfire."

Your hands stilled, resting on his chest. He frowned but reached out a hand, pushing a dark/light curl behind your ear. "You're on the floor."

You rolled your eyes. "I am pregnant. Pregnant people are allowed to kneel."

"My back is in spasms," You complained as you lowered yourself into a cushioned sofa. It was late and you sat in the study.

"I can't imagine being pregnant," Gabriel said as he eyed the large belly. "Look at the size of your ankles! And dragging around all those additional kilograms."

"And just like that, whatever self esteem I had left has evaporated." You laughed.

Lucifer sat on the arm of the sofa across from you and chuckled as he sipped from a crystal tumbler.

"But, one thing I will say, in aid of your self esteem, is that your skin looks bloody amazing." Gabriel moaned with envy.

"You glow," Lucifer said, his gaze fixed on you. You squirmed a little, not sure if it was your back or the seriously sexy look of the archangel across from you.

"She does, doesn't she." Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "Although, not even the promise of your glow would tempt me."

You shifted again, trying to get comfortable.

"What is the matter?"

"It's just hard to get comfortable when I'm carrying the eight month old miracle baby inside of me."

Gabriel rose. "I'm off to bed." He paused beside you and placed his hands on your rounded stomach. You had learned early on that your belly belonged to all of the archangels. Even Michael enjoyed feeling the child move. "Goodnight my nephilim little niece or nephew. I still can't believe you do not want to know the gender."

"Everything else about this pregnancy has been a damned surprise. Might as well have this one be as well."

Gabriel blew the belly a kiss and left, leaving you alone with Lucifer.

You shifted and grimaced. "Where is Michael?"

Lucifer lifted a brow, placing his empty glass on a nearby table. "Where is my brother usually?"

"Usually? Making someone, somewhere incredibly unhappy," you said in jest.

Lucifer laughed softly and sat beside you. He placed a large cushion on your lap and met your querying gaze.

"Lean into the pillow. Come on. It will help."

You shifted forward and leaned into the softness on your lap. He moved even closer and you felt his hands move on your lower back. He rubbed gently and you bit your lip, a small, low moan of endless pleasure escaping.

"Oh. That feels amazing."

He didn't reply, only continued to rub rhythmically. Eventually, your head lolled to the side and you jerked awake. You had fallen asleep.

"Enough of this then." His hands stopped.

"Oh no, please. I will beg. Don't make me." You pulled a face that was ridiculously close to a pout. You couldn't even muster up the nerve to be embaressed.

"Bed time, I think," he said firmly. "Come." You didn't know how, but within the blink of an eye the pillow was gone and you were swung into his arms.

"Oh!"

It was unusual to be this close to him. You could not get yourself to regret it though. If your time in this family had taught you anything, it was that Lucifer could be good. And somewhere between taking in a pregnant stray, dealing with his volitile brother, running interference between Gabriel and both brothers, you had fallen in love with him.

It was no surprise. You had a track record of making stupid decisions. But this wasn't a decision you'd made. It just happened. And now there was nothing that could be done about it.

When he lowered you to the floor beside your bed, you placed her hands on his shoulders for balance. This late in the evening, he only had on a shirt, no tie, his trench coat long discarded. You smiled a little. Seeing him this dishevelled was a highlight of your day.

"I think I can take it from here," you whispered, eyes fixed on the bump between the two of you.

"The child is active this evening," he said, his head also lowered, his hands in the pockets of his pants.

"Mmm." You met his gaze, your eyes giving your consent. "Like all of you, this baby seems to like the night time."

The corners of his eyes crinkled with mirth as his large hands gently touched the firm mound. He laughed huskily when the baby kicked, a ridge forming where some body part pressed.

"I'll never get over how freaky that is."

"It's a miracle," he said earnestly. "Thank you."

"What for?"

"For being here. For sharing this gift."

You shrugged. "It's not like I had a choice."

"I know."

For no good reason, tears popped into your eyes and you blinked them back. He raised your chin and slowly, deliberately placing his lips to yours. The kiss was chaste really. But the sweetest moment of your life, you realised.

"Good night."

When you opened your eyes, he was gone.

They say you forget the pain of childbirth the minute you hold your child in your arms. It was bullshit. But now, a month after the birth of your son, you could honestly say that you would do it all again. He was perfect. And he was a nephilim.

While you and Michael would never be close, the birth of their son had brought with it a tangible truce. You still fought like hell, but you also laughed together sometimes.

It was almost midnight and you had just changed the baby's diaper. Michael had requested - you’d barely believed it - that the boy be called Castiel - although he was informally called Cas. The name was in honour of the archangels’ brother, a sibling whose fall from heaven Michael had always felt responsible for.

There was a knock at the door and you frowned. It was late. Not even Michael bothered you at this hour.

It was Lucifer. "Apologies," he said when you opened the door. "I heard him cry and thought to check in."

You turned your son in your arms and deep brown eyes were barely visiable as his lids drooped.

"Actually, would you mind? I need to go to the toilet. I've needed to go for the last hour. But he was feeding and-"

Castiel was gently, but firmly, removed from your arms. For a minute, you watched Lucifer hold him and your heart squeezed. Two dark heads pressed together.

When you returned a few minutes later, he sat on the side of the bed and Cas was fast asleep. You sat down beside him and you both stared at the boy.

"He is a powerful nephilim," Lucifer said.

You nodded. "Michael is very proud."

"We all are," he said.

"Are you?" you asked breathlessly because his eyes were fixed on you, drawing you in.

You watched as he placed Cas in his crib before he straightened, placing both his hands in his pocket. It was his "thinking" stance you had come to learn.

"I find myself in quite a quandary these past months. I made a vow not to touch you while you carried Michael's child." Your heart raced and you stood too. "But now you have birthed him and I cannot be silent any longer."

He reached for you and cupped his hands to your face. "You are a delight and you have offered this family hope."

"I am forever the saviour," you said, disappointed. Would this be all you ever were to him?

"But perhaps," he said. "You have also saved me."

Your hands cupped his wrists as they rested by your face. "I don't understand-"

He placed his lips to yours and your knees almost buckled. You could barely breathe.

"I have vowed to protect you. To protect your son. Always. But I had no protection against you. I have fallen in love with you Y/N Y/L/N. And it is a complication we might both come to regret."

"Do you? Regret it?"

"Michae and Gabriel may suspect my feelings for you. But suspicion is not fact until there has been action. Now there has been. And yet, no, I have no regrets."

You pressed your lips to his this time and for a moment, you were both lost.

"I do not regret it either," you whispered. "You have protected me. And you have protected my son. I trust you with our lives. We both love you."

He touched his forehead to yours. "Michael might kill us both," he warned.

"Let him try."

You smiled at him as your arms wound around his back. You would deal with Michael in the morning.

[ms-rampage]

Daddy Issues

Warnings: Some language. Lucifer/Casifer acting like a typical teenager. Not really warnings

Word count: 1.1k

Characters: Sam, Dean, Chuck, Casifer and Y/n. 

Requested by @aquananner24 (also thanks for the help for this one 😊��)

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Okay just for starters, you didn’t know he was “God” at first. You didn’t know you were getting involved with one of the most powerful entities in the entire universe. I mean he created the universe for crying out loud!. 

Pushing it forward to several years later, and he gave you the gift of immortality and also some telekinetic powers, but you’re still pretty much human.

When you first met Lucifer, it was kinda of a rocky start. There was so much going on, with Amara wanting to take over and shit. 

One of Chuck’s sons that you wanted to bond with, particularly Lucifer, who’s possessing his younger brother’s vessel, Castiel.

Chuck wanted to patch things up with Lucifer, but he wasn’t having any of it. Wanting an apology from Chuck. 

Since you’re planning on spending eternity with Chuck, you figured you take the opportunity to get along with his son. Build some foundation and bond with Lucifer. Since you understand where he’s coming from, your dad was never around when you were growing up. 

You enter the bunker, and somewhere in the joint, you hear loud rock music. 

“Hey Chuck” you greet your lover, “What’s going on?”. 

He sighs, “I’m trying to work things out with Lucifer, and I’m getting nowhere”. 

You set your stuff down, and go towards the loud music. 

“I’ll take care of him” you say, walking down the hallway. 

You hear the banging of a door, followed by Sam’s voice. 

“Lucifer!” he tries to yell over the music, “You know at some point in time, you’re gonna have to come out and talk to God!”. 

“This is like the worst episode of Full House ever!” Dean grumbles. 

You approach them, “Hey guys. What’s going on??”. 

The music stops playing, “If dad has something to say to me, I can hear it from him. Until then I’ll be in my room” Lucifer responds, turning the music up again. 

“It’s not your-” Sam grumbles under the music, banging on the door once more. 

“Guys, I got this. You have to be a lot more firm with him. He’s like a toddler” you tell them, knocking on the door, “Lucifer, if you want an apology from Chuck, you need to hear him out first!”. 

Trying to shout over the music. It stops again, followed by his voice, “Oh so he sent his inferior ape wife to do his dirty work!. No thanks step-human mother, if he has something to say to me he can tell me himself!”. 

“Lucifer if you don’t unlock this door, I will!” you tell him, “We can still do this the easy way!”. 

“Go away!” he shouts, while the music still plays loudly. Sounding like a typical teenager. 

The music resumes playing at a louder volume, you looking over at Sam with an apologetic look. 

“I’m sorry about this” you tell him, he gives you a confused look. “Sorry about-”.

You break the lock to the door with the powers Chuck had given you. 

“I’m sure Chuck can fix it” you tell him. Before entering the room.

Lucifer laying on the bed, he looks over at the 3 of you with an annoyed look. You turn to Sam and Dean. 

“I can take it from here” you tell them, and they leave. 

“Go away” he tells you again. 

Standing at the edge of the bed, your hands in the pockets of your pants. 

“I know how you feel” you tell him, trying to get him to understand that you understand where he’s coming from. 

He rolls his eyes, sitting up a bit. He snaps his fingers, but you know Chuck has his powers on hold, he tried doing the same to Sam and Dean earlier. 

“Lucifer, I know how you feel about Chuck” you tell him. 

He scoffs, “Oh please, you don’t know how I feel about him, you don’t understand me. He betrayed me. He was never around. He claimed to love all his creations equally and yet showed more attention to your kind. I resent your kind!”.  

“You know I wasn’t always an immortal being” you tell him, only for him to roll his eyes at you again. 

“The living forever, and the whole being “together forever” fiasco? That was a gift from your father. He gave me that power. I used to be human, well I still am just with a few upgrades. I still need to eat and sleep”.

“Where are you even going with this??” he interrupts, annoyance in his voice. 

“I'm saying, I know what it’s like to have a shitty father. My dad was never “around” when I was growing up. I know where you’re coming from. I know how it’s like to have an absent parent, and have them being emotionally unavailable. Yeah he was there physically but he never paid any attention to me, and when he did it was always “because I said so” or “it’s my house, my rules” with him”.

Lucifer’s face softens as you tell him your experience with having a shitty father. 

“I was always angry with him. Angry at him. I hated his guts. There were times where I wished he would just die. Even to this day I still hate my father, and I don’t even know why I still call him “dad”. He was just there in my life”. 

He lets out a sigh, still slightly annoyed “I hate to admit, but I’m glad you can see where I’m coming from”. 

A smile grows on your face, “Well I’m glad we’re setting a foundation, and also I just wanna say that you do have some great taste in music”. 

He shrugs, trying not to show that he in a way, enjoys your presence and involvement. “I have some CDs in my room down the hall. If you wanna borrow any, various rock bands. I’m sure Sam would let you listen to them here, if you asked”. 

He lets out a relieved sign, “At least you know where I’m coming from with your husband” he tells you, still looking annoyed, but much less this time. 

You nod, “And if it makes you feel any better about the situation, there are things that your father does that get on my nerves” you tell him.

Raising his eyebrows, “Like?”.

You sigh, “Like when he focuses too much on his writing instead of spending time with me. Or when he takes too long in the shower. When he doesn’t eat or sleep”. He lets out a soft chuckle, scratching his chin. 

Finally after what felt like hours of negotiating with Lucifer, he finally agrees to go out and talk to Chuck, and work on their issues and hear each other out. Peacefully, no trying, or wanting to kill each other, or argue with one another. You knew Chuck was gonna have to make it up to you later, he owed you big time for helping him patch things up with Lucifer, and helping out with going against Amara. 

[starshipsofstarlord]

Love Strikes | Castiel

A/N: I haven’t seen season 15 yet, I’m on season 13, so no spoilers please.

Warnings: Lucifer/ Casifer, threats, mentions of death, illusions to sex

 “Dearie me.” Rowena laughed, inclining (Y/N) to roll her hunter eyes at Crowley’s wicked mother. “Don’t tell me you’re smitten with the angel.”

Sighing, the huntress bowed her head, denying the witch that she was being forced to keep a watch over a simple glance. She knew that the redhead was trying to get under her skin, she was after all the related to the king of hell.

“That is absurd.” Pushing her hair to the side, (Y/N) continued to pace, unsettled by the company she had been roped into having. “Get back to finding Lucifer.”

“It is a shame that Castiel will probably die, he was quite cute. The devil is ruthless, and you’re a Winchester, what do you think he’ll do when he finds you?”

“Is that a threat?” Flaring her nostrils, (Y/N) stepped closer to Rowena, only to notice that her eyes were tainted red. Lucifer was here, oh chuck.

“It’s a promise.” Returning to his vessel of Castiel, Rowena vanished, leaving only Jimmy’s body and the youngest Winchester in the room. It was tense, every step that (Y/N) took back, Lucifer would take one forward.

It was a game of cat and mouse, no guess of whom was playing which role. “Cas, I know that you’re in there. Don’t let him control you, push him out.”

“He already said yes, and although he is not built for my power like your brother was, he will do.”

Sitting up, (Y/N) rubbed her eyes, groaning at the thought of the absurd dream that she had just experienced. It was no secret that she had visions, but it was impossible. They went to Lucifer to help, but they left him in that cage, alone and powerless.

Castiel was sat opposite her, looking at the pages within multiple books. He was doing extensive research.

“Found anything on stopping Amara?” (Y/N) asked hopefully, despite the doubt and sleep in her voice. Cas glanced up, humming as he skimmed over lines and lines of useless literature.

“Nothing.” He sighed, clicking his tongue. But that sound, she recognised it. The angel had never made such a noise, he was polite, and frustratingly quiet sometimes.

There was only one specimen that would attempt and had in the past, to irritate her. And it was the nightmare of many. Another angel that was cast from heaven, another angel that had fought wars and battled with demons.

Lucifer.

“Okay.” (Y/N) nodded, placing her hands on the table, pushing herself up from the chair of the war room. “I need a refill, be back in a moment.” Grabbing her mug, (Y/N) calmly headed for the kitchen, maintaining a steady breath so that the archangel would not notice the rise in it.

She put the ceramic on the counter, heading instantly for the knife draw. Pulling it out, she found the compartment to be empty of her goal. And then she heard footsteps, ones that sounded almost as light as a feather. How ironic.

“Looking for something?” ‘Cas’ leant up against the doorframe, crossed arms and an overly enthusiastic smile on his stolen face.

“No.” Shaking her head and subtly grabbing at her hair, (Y/N) bit her lip, glaring silently at the intruder.

“How was your nap? Dream of anything… specific?” He knew, he must have. Lucifer was prying, dragging his nails slowly and excruciatingly down the chalkboard, trying to claw away at (Y/N)’s naïve façade.

“Actually I did.” The steps that she made were risky, yet she made them anyways. If he were going to kill her, he would have done so already. “It was crazy and so unrealistic, but you were Lucifer, you said yes to him so that we could defeat the darkness. But as I said, that’s just insane, you would never do such a thing, would you Castiel?”

Now (Y/N) was face to face with Lucifer, who proceeded in letting his signature smirk slip right into the foreign place of Cas’ face.

“That is delusional.” He agreed, clearly still going along with the roleplay that he had convinced people to believe. Hs voice had twisted, sounded more… devilish as it may. “I’d never do such a thing, I’m a good angel. If you think otherwise, why don’t you punish me Winchester?”

And all was in the open, and Lucifer allowed his thieved eyes roam up and down (Y/N), checking her out as though she were his prey. It would be no surprise if she were, there had to be some intent in that fried brain of his. He wouldn’t be in the bunker, alone with her otherwise.

Slipping her hand onto his chest, (Y/N) guided him against the wall, her own body keeping him trapped there, if you could call it that. If Lucifer wanted to escape from the corner he had been backed into, he could do so with ease.

“Let my friend go.” At that, Lucifer released a loud bellow that echoed around the room and bounced off of the cupboards.

“Friend. Now that is hilarious.” His warm breath fanned over (Y/N)’s lips, causing her to frown, although she removed to move away from her stoic position. “I’ve found you (Y/N), and you’re not going to get what you want, but I am. So, think of the cloud of darkness, and tell me what you see.”

“Go to hell Lucifer.” The human spat, making the man behind the demons, the hounds, the death of many beloved friends chuckle again.

“Oh darling, I have. And if you don’t do as I ask, then I’ll take you down there with me.” His arm raised, his palm coming to a strike upon (Y/N)’s face, leaving her to fall upon the floor, looking up at him with hatred, yet the attraction remained, considering the vessel.

“It doesn’t work like that I’m afraid.” Sighing, (Y/N) stroked the side of her face that had taken the blow, trying to lessen the burn with her own touch. “And it wouldn’t be my first rodeo in that place, you can’t break me.”

“But I can break the man trapped up here.” Lucifer pointed to his head, indicating that Cas still had some consciousness. It was a threat to whom she cared about most, the angel that had saved her from so many dangerous circumstances. Without him, there would be no her or her brothers, they’d have all met their doom if he hadn’t come when they were in need of him most. And on some occasions, they had. “And that would break your poor little human heart, would it not? Because Castiel isn’t just a friend, I can see into his memories. They prove otherwise.”

=

He was strange, an angel. A while back she would have laughed if someone had told her that they existed, but (Y/N) couldn’t deny it. He had rescued Dean from hell, it was more than a miracle. Her brothers were her world, and for his good deed, she could not help but bizarrely care for the newcomer as well.

“Thankyou Castiel.” She spoke into the night, as she sat herself upon the hood of an old, ran down car, outside of Bobby’s place. Loss was a term that the hunter was not foreign to, both of her parents were gone. And it hurt, but losing Dean was too painful, he was not only a brother to her and Sam, but a mother and a father to the absent ones.

“He has a purpose.” Was the reply after the sound of landing wings. Turning, (Y/N) saw the angel’s vessel stood beside the vehicle, to which she smiled at the sight of him. “Dean could not fulfil it in hell.”

“I know.” She stood, getting a tad cold from the breeze. “But I mean it, truly. No matter the reason you saved him, I still got my brother back. There is nothing I can do to repay you for that, we don’t have much, just each other.”

Walking closer, (Y/N) pressed her lips upon the angel’s cheek, leaving them there for a moment before pulling back. “Goodnight Castiel.”

As the young woman departed, Castiel frowned, touching the part of Jimmy’s face of which she touched. It was the first time a human had had such contact with him, it felt different. He couldn’t place his finger on it, or how he was supposed to have felt.

=

“It’s our last night on earth, what do you want to do then?” Dean asked Cas when he refused to go to a strip club.

“Spend time with your sister.” The angel answered honestly, to which the eldest Winchester sibling frowned, growing not only suspicious but a tiny bit curious. “It will be her last night also.”

“Don’t tell me that you are planning on sleeping with her.” The human sighed to his angelic friend, dreading the answer that he would receive. Of course, Dean had noticed that (Y/N) and Cas had some sort of weird connection, but this was not what he wanted the conclusion to that to be.

“I don’t need to sleep, and if I did, why would I do that with someone else?” Sometimes Castiel was the epidemy of innocence, and that could easily frustrate Dean. However, he was relieved to know that was not where the angel’s mind was at.

“As in sex Cas, with my sister.” He simplified the term for the enochian being, who tilted his head in return.

“Why would I do that? I have no intent to do that with anyone, that is a human process to reproduce, and for pleasure. Neither are my goals.”

=

Everything was white. The walls, the floors, there was no darkness. (Y/N) turned, investigating the apparent office that she was contained in. It was too neat, to spotless to belong to someone on earth.

“You’re awake.” The voice belonged to Castiel. (Y/N) would recognise it anywhere, and so she ignored trying to figure out where in the world she was, and simply asked the juiced up angel.

“Where the hell are we Cas?”

“Heaven.” He answered, his blue eyes raking up her body, attempting to determine her next move. “And you can call me God.”

The hunter frowned at the way her friend was presenting himself. The angel that she knew had no intent for power, for anything other than to make the world a better place. “I was dead, in hell.” She spoke, reminding herself as though it would return her to the eternal nightmare.

“Exactly, you were.” Castiel responded, giving her a sad smile, remembering her death. “But as I said, I am now God, I brought you back. I can do and have whatever I please, and I didn’t want you to be suffering down there, my desire was to have you here beside me so that you can breathe again.”

Her (Y/E/C) eyes gazed up at the angel with wonder, but also suspicion. Once heaven had resented him, casted him out of their barracks, but now here he was, taking over the role of his father.

“Where are Sam and Dean?” She asked her friend, but he shook his head, thinking of how they could not see the same vision that he had been blessed with. He was trying to do good, yet they had an intent to stop him, deny him of this role.

“Alive and safe, with Bobby I believe.” He answered her, before walking closer to her body that was in need of rest. “And you’re here with me, and I won’t let you die again. If I let you go back to that planet, I have a bad feeling that you will.”

“What am I supposed to do up here? You may be God or whatever you claim, but I’m a Winchester, I need to save people, hunt things. That’s all I’ve got as my legacy, and if I die again, it will remain the same. There is nothing more for me than this life.”

“I’m here, and I want you.” Castiel felt invincible, like he could do anything. And surely he could, he was above all, no one could stop him or divert his choices with claimed orders or pitiful, human speeches.

Lightly, he pressed his lips to (Y/N)’s, making her shut her eyes in return. And he yearned for more, his hands slid down to her hips, picking her up and placing her elegantly on the white table. He couldn’t get enough of finally understanding how he felt the first time they had touched.

=

(Y/N)  ran, trying to attract no attention as she hurdled through the never ending forest. This place was inhabited of monsters of all sorts, vampires, werewolves, wendigos. And they all wanted to kill her, even more so, the ones that she had slaughtered.

Her legs refused to slow, even as she came to a clearing that showed a river. That was until she saw a man, sat by it, to which she stumbled at. The chances were, he was another creature that wished to hunt her, but her foot slid, creating a sound of scraping rocks.

The figure stood and turned, revealing a beard, and blue eyes. His blue eyes. Castiel.

“Cas.” She whispered, shocked by the sight of him. Instantly, she took off towards him, running faster than she had for her life. (Y/N) thought she was all alone in this place, but god was she glad to see the angel, even if he wasn’t at his best. “You’re here.” She sighed, throwing her tired arms around his dishevelled form.

After a second, he reciprocated her action, slowly enclosing her shoulders in his gentle and weak grasp. “Where are we?” She asked worriedly, hardly thinking about their past exchanges back when the angel claimed to be his holy father.

“Purgatory.”

=

Humans were strange to observe, but it was even more peculiar to be one. Walking through the bunker, Castiel turned a corner, only to have his body collide with another. A familiar one, (Y/N).

“You’re back.” She spoke as she steadied herself and looked up at his face. However his appearance had changed, quite a bit. There was no trench coat, or button up, or tie. In their place, there were joggers and an old tee.

“Not for long.” He quipped back, feeling relieved for finally having a shower. “I can’t stay.” He put it simply.

“How come?” (Y/N) asked worriedly. Something was different, not only his appearance. He, himself was different, the hunter could sense it.

“Dean said I can’t.” He bowed his head, choosing to respect his friend’s choice. “I should get going.” He replied, going to one of the spare rooms, to grab his stuff.

“Let me come with you.”

=

“Those nights in those motel rooms don’t support your story.” Lucifer remarked, the thought of him knowing, seeing everything made (Y/N) feel sick. It was an absolute invasion of privacy. “It is quite sad though.” The archangel pouted, drawing a tear down Castiel’s face with his finger. “You almost got a happy ending with my little average bro, if he had stayed human, maybe, just maybe you would have escaped this life.”

“That’s not true.” Just the possibility caused pain in her chest, mostly due to the fact that Lucifer was not lying. He was reeling off a chance that she had gotten and missed.

“Don’t lie to yourself.” He cackled. “So, are you going to help me, or am I gonna have to make you?”

[canyouimaginethatstory]

Lucifer X Reader Imagine #21 (REQUESTED)

AUTHOR NOTE: This was requested by irenadler_14.

Lucifer wondered around the bunker. So far no one noticed who he really was yet. He was passing the library thinking it was empty when he saw you. His classic smirk appearing on his face. He knew Castiel liked you and he had to admit, for a human you were definitely attractive. He decided to have some fun as he watched you get up and walk over to one of the bookshelves noting how your skirt rose up a little when you stood up straighter to get a book.

You felt a pair of arms wrap around you and Castiel's deep voice in your ear. "Hello Y/N,". You smiled. What the tricky archangel didn't know was that you knew exactly who he really was, but part of you was excited. You just couldn't help yourself.

"Hello Cas," you cooed seductively, "I've never known you to hug me before,".

"Well you're just so," he stopped for a second and nuzzled your neck. Butterflies shot through you, "appealing today,".

"Are you flirting with me Cas?" You asked. He spun you around and before you knew it he lifted up onto one of the tables.

"Well we could do more than flirt," he suggested giving you a little smirk. Smiling innocently you wrap your legs around his waist.

"Like what?" you cooed holding back a giggle at the look of shock that crossed his face.

"I have some ideas," he said tracing your bottom lip with his finger, "if you're sure you want to,". You pulled him closer to you by the tie.

"Well I do find myself wondering what it would be like to be ravished," you leaned up to whisper in his ear, "by the devil himself,".

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Casifer- Naughty Thoughts

Pairing: Casifer x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Dean x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: flirt, staring, implied smut, cockiness, boldness, acting, injury. Inner thoughts

Summary: While doing research the reader notices the slight change in Castiel. His longing stares, and the flirtatious way he's being with her. Asking him may get her in more trouble than she originally thought.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: @firefly-graphics for divider. Written for Anon, thank you for the request!

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"I need you and Castiel to stay here," Dean says as he starts to pack his bag for another hunt. I'm standing in the doorway of his bedroom, my boot-covered foot tapping the floor.

"Dean I could go with you, I don't need to stay behind," I state arguing with Dean. He drops the jeans that were in his hands and looks up at me then down to my boot-covered foot.

"Come on, Y/n I thought we had gotten over this hill. You stay here, Sam and I've got this. It'll be a simple salt and burn. But you. You aren't coming with us." I huff, standing my ground on Deans' rational words, "But." I go to say, "No buts Y/n. You've got a broken foot, that we had to take you to the emergency room for. Do you remember any of that?" Dean asks me.

I shake my head. "Okay then, so it's settled then. You'll stay here with Castiel, help Sam with some research on the hands of god." Dean orders. Rolling my eyes I salute him before limping away from his doorway.

Within hours Dean and Sam were gone. Saying our quick goodbyes at the bunker's door, leaving me with Castiel. There had only been a few times where it was just the two of us.

I limped down the stairs with Castiel behind me. "Do you need help Y/n?" He asked in his deep and brisk voice, sending a weird feeling down my spine. "I... I should be fine, but thank you Castiel." I stuttered as I finally reached the bottom of the metal stairs.

It was late, by the time they had left. "Well, I'm going to bed now Cas." There's a pause, he's staring at me, longing looks I've noticed since the boys have been gone. "Yes, have a good night's sleep Y/n." He says walking towards the library.

I shake the odd feeling and walk to my room. The room next to Deans was available when I ended up crashing at the bunker, and eventually, it had turned into my room.

I pushed my door open, plopping into the bed. My ankle twitched and ached, so I was careful when I pulled the velcro straps off. Slipping my aching foot out of the boots.

Throwing my shirt, and unclasping my bra. Grabbing my discarded shirt this morning I clasped onto my bed, the cool sheets lulling me to sleep. Not before my mind replayed Castiel's staring at me. His blue eyes scanned my body, lingering on my chest.

When I woke up the next morning I could faintly smell bacon and the smell of eggs. Carefully moving out of bed, slipping back into my boot. I made my way into the kitchen. Castiel stood at the stove, Dean's 'kiss me' apron tied around his waist, and his trench coat thrown over on the seat at the table.

"Good morning Cas," I mumbled. Making my way over to the coffee pot. As I poured my cup of coffee I felt as if someone was watching me, but when I turned looking over my shoulder all I found was Castiel still cooking.

Later in the day, I had finally changed my nightclothes into a more comfortable set of clothing. Sitting at the library tables, I scan through the books.

"Dean has informed me that I must help you in Sam's research for the hands of God," Castiel said, startling me, I jumped a little in my chair. I cross my hand over my heart leaning up against the backing of the chair.

"Oh, I'm sorry Y/n," Castiel says there's a certain way he says it that sends a wave of heat through my body. After catching my breath I was finally able to answer Castiel.

"Yes, I was told that we needed to work on finding some information for Sam. Would you mind helping me?” I ask him. He stands much taller than me, his blue eyes stare at me for a moment before he takes a deep breath and walks over to the library's table.

He takes the seat right in front of me, his trench is gone, his white shirt sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows.

Right now this angel drips with sex, something about the way he’s been looking at me. He’s got some newborn confidence steaming out of every single pore. Castiel sits down on his back straight against the back of the chair. His shoulders are taught, and he gives me a small smirk before grabbing a book.

I have to shake the heat from my body and get back to research. Coughing to conceal my need to get the frustration out of my body I slide in my chair. Castiel looks up and slightly bends his neck, the prominent vein in his neck shows now. All I want right now is to drop myself over his body and lick and suck on his neck.

“Are you alright?” He asks, his tone isn’t condescending. It’s just powerful, again another wave of heat rolls through my body. I’m starting to feel my cheeks rise in heat. I answer Castiel, “I... I’m fine. It’s just rather hot in here right now.” I try not to let my voice float.

He hums and brings his attention back to the book in front of him, I feel like I’ve been pushed aside for a stupid book. Why does not having his attention on me make me feel so weird? Why do I have to have his eyes on me?

This feeling is so odd, I feel like I’m being dragged into a bee’s nest. Anytime I look into those ice-blue eyes I seem to get lost, something like that makes me feel so submissive.

It reminds me of a time where Castiel said something about his true form being taller than the tallest building.

Imagine that being dominated by an angel who knows how much his power can melt me through and through. I look back down at the books in front of me, and when I look up again I catch a glimpse of his blue eyes boring into me.

I look back down, skimming my thumbs over the pages, I’m barely taking any information in, not that I could give a damn about the damn book. I care about Castiel’s thorn-like eyes being on me. It makes my skin feel hot when he looks my way.

My foot throbs as I bounce it below the table. “ Y/n put your foot up here.” Castiel demands, “Sorry I didn’t mean to bother you.” “You didn’t bother me, but the pain of the foot I can feel,” Castiel says. I’m hesitant to put my foot up, the boot heavy until all of a sudden it isn’t. Castiel grabbed the boot carefully and placed it on his lap.

“I’m going to take this ghastly thing off. Is that okay, Y/n.” He asks. My lip quivers before I answer. I squeak out “Okay.” His warmth finally touches my bare skin, it’s another shiver down my spine.

What the hell is going on? What is happening to me? What is going on with the shy, normal Castiel?

He starts to graze his fingers over my ankle gently. “Is this okay, sweetie?” He asks and his damn nicknames keep going straight to my head. ‘Sweetie? He’s just being nice. You’re hurt, he’s just being nice.’ I think to myself. “Umm.. yeah it's fine,” I say. Opening another book that sprawled against the hardwood table.

My thoughts can’t get over Castiel's dirty, calloused fingers grazing over my sensitive ankle. Once I’m back in my groove I feel another graze, but it’s higher, his fingers are dancing on my calf, tapping on my knee cap.

I close my eyes and breathe in the cool air settles into my lungs and burns a little. But I’m unphased by it. Now his fingers are dancing back down my calf and past my ankle. He’s playing a game with me?

“No games sweet thing, just me.” He says under his breath but I hear it, I look up from the table and to him “What?” I mutter. “Castiel? You can let go of my leg now.” His features fall, and now there’s a more demonic, dangerous look to him.

“I don’t think I will, dear.” He states his grip on my toes and slides his fingers through the tiny spaces between my toes. “Castiel?” I ask, He hums, “Are you okay? Did I do something? I just don’t understand?” I mutter rather fast.

“It’s rather complicated you see.” He states, his hands coming up from below the table. My ankle twitches and I whimper inwardly as I lose the warmth from his hands. “You see sweetheart, I’m not who you think.” He cracks his neck and sighs deeply.

“What do you mean?” I ask, I’m begging to know more. If this isn’t Castiel then who is it? “Well sweetheart, Who do you think?” He asks, he’s taunting me. The nicknames are throwing me for a loop. “I think.. I think. I don’t know.” I mumble. “What was that pretty girl?” He taunts me again.

“I don’t know who you are?” It comes out more like a question, less confident than I wish it had. He bends a little over the library table and inches closer to my face, my ankle stuck between his taut stomach and his upper thighs.

“Maybe I should come over there and show you.” My eyes beam at the thought, but the unknown is teetering in the back of my head. “I can see it in your eyes dear. Come on, I know you wanna know. You’re a smart pretty little girl. I bet you’ve already figured it out.” He snarks, smirking at me as he releases my ankle and lets it fall gently to the cold concrete floors of the bunker.

My thoughts run wild. Who are you? You definitely aren’t Castiel. Maybe you’re another angel, but that just… that’s not possible. Castiel would never agree to have another angel in his mind.

“Aww, there it is.” I hear Castiel mock me. It clicked. Or at least I think it’s clicked. “I think..” He says as he gets up rounding the long table. He sits just out of reach from me. Arched eyebrows look down at me. “I’ll still show you, because I know you’re just dying to know are you?” He asks. Reaching out he lifts my chin with two fingers.

“Honey, I think you already know.” He says winking at me.

Completed on: 07/15/2021

Posted on: 07/15/2021

[holylulusworld]

Castiel One-Shots

Masterlist for all Castiel x Reader One Shots

Contains: 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 💦 smut // 🖤 light smut // 🤍 implied smut

Make me… 💦 (requested)

You are better than you think (requested)

Hands off my daughter 💦 (requested)

Blind Love (requested)

Wings of Love

The angel on my shoulder

The angel in my bed  💦 (requested)

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Unholy Night 💦 (feat. Dean)

Unholy Night – Part 2 💦 (feat. Dean)

Unholy Night - Part 3 - Four-leaf clover of love 💦 (feat. Dean & Sam)

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Wrong angel 💔

The wrong angel returns 💔

Still the wrong angel? 💦 💕

Castiel Divider by me *for my blog use only’

Find more SPN stories here: Castiel Masterlist

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[annehall24]

[bugsy-maria]

Casifer x Reader

inspired by the song Bruises

I heard the door close with a click, I knew that they would be gone for a bit so I ran to the dungeon. I grabbed the materials that I'd need to summon crowly. I knew something bad would happen. I mean, of course, I would know I watched the show back in my universe. I just needed to protect Cass from making that stupid choice I knew he would make.

I said the spell that Sam taught me a while back. I waited for a bit and Crowley popped up behind me in the library. I looked up and around at him before proceeding.

"I need you to put me in Lucifer's cage," I stated simply keeping a monotone voice and serious face.

"What is it with your bunch and wanting to go in there?!" he exclaimed like his usual self.

"Something bad is going to happen and I need to stop it. so, get me in there."

"Look (Y/N), I love you like one of my own demons but I would not let you in there."

"It would have been easier to just say you hate me," I mumbled under my breath

"You know what I mean. I'm not letting you go down there."

"I wasn't asking, take me there now," I said my voice rising a bit as I knew that every minute we bickered the closer Cass is to say Yes.

"I said no. besides they're out already, there's no one to save." and as his raised voice died down he disappeared.

Black and blue, I'm on the edge Forgave you with your hands around my neck You steal my breath, you throw me away I'm only left with bruises Always played too close to fire I thought I saw the devil in your eyes You pull me down, I can't act surprised I know you're kind, the truth is I sat on one of the chairs in the library waiting anxiously for the arrival of the two brothers and the angel. I heard the click of the door again and shot right out of the chair I had been occupying the past couple of hours. I looked at sam and dean, they were just about the same as when they left. "Cass" followed right behind them.

"How did it go?" I asked, already knowing the answer while hugging them when they got to the bottom of the stairs.

"You already know." sam said with a chuckle. I hug dean but not "Cass". I went back to my seat, not sitting, and patted the table telling them to sit with me.

"I know but it might be nice to hear how it went for you, you know?" I looked at them and noticed that they both shared a glance at one another, thinking it was weird that I didn't hug the angel as they knew I might have most likely a tiny small somewhat big secret noticeable crush on him.

They all soon sat Cass next to Dean, Sam next to my chair.

"I'll go grab some beers, yeah?" they all nodded in response, I left to get the beers from the kitchen. I came back to hear them talking about me acting weird but I just brushed it off and walked in. "Here they are!" I said having two bottles in each hand.

"Oh just what I need," Dean said grabbing his when I placed the bottles down. we spent that night drinking a little and talking about nothing. it was about an hour or two before Dean said he was gonna crash, about 20 minutes later sam said he'd hit the hay. this left me and Cassifer to be alone.

"Why didn't you hug me when I came in?" he said in Cass's voice.

"Oh drop the act I know you're not Castiel," I said, standing up and grabbing the empty brown tinted glass bottles.

"So you know," he said in more of a menacing voice.

"Of course I do."

"And you won't tell." he stands up

"Of course I won't" I turned around and started to walk to the kitchen

"Well, I guess we'll have to keep it that way huh?" I heard his chair squeak on the wood floor.

"They'll find out on their own anyway," I said looking over my shoulder. No chains, no ropes Don't need 'em, I'm not going home Can't be alone You hurt me and I pull you close I woke up sore, everything hurt. the events of last night flashed in my mind when I took in my surroundings. my surroundings being on the floor of my room with books all over the floor. I push myself up painfully and stumble out of my room. I walk to the kitchen with my hand sliding along the walls like normal.

I go into the kitchen to see the two brothers eating eggs toast and dean was eating bacon. they stopped talking about turkey bacon and looked at me. upon seeing me dean shot up along with sam after him.

"What happened to you?" Dean asked, his big hands grabbing my face, turning it to get a better look on all sides.

"I ran into a wall," I said simply while shrugging my shoulders and closing my eyes.

"A wall doesn't leave handprints around someone's neck." sam said with worry laced in his words.

"Well it did," I said as I pushed past dean to grab a plate for myself. I picked up the spatula and scooped some eggs onto my plate.

"Oh are you sure you wanna eat that (Y/n)?" I heard Castiel's voice from behind me. I sighed before thinking about it. maybe the reason they didn't take me with them to get sam out of the cage was that they knew I'd only get in the way. ill need to train and be thinner to save them the next time right?

and with that thought, I scrapped the food off my plate and put it down on the counter. I turned to see both brothers staring at him in shock. I mean it's not their fault. they didn't know that Cass wasn't himself right now.

"I hope you burn in hell." and with that, I walked out. I knew that it wasn't much of an insult to an angel that was imprisoned in a cage with no interaction by his own father, but to the boys thinking that I said it to Cass it was the best one out there. they know that I love the angel to death and wouldn't think twice before jumping in front of an angel blade for him. they would be able to tell that something is wrong I know it.

I can't tell you why When you kill me with a smile I don't wanna lose it Wish I could unchoose it All I have are bruises Let you see inside my mind Got no tears behind my eyes I don't wanna skew it Wish I could undo it All I have are bruises After a while, he stopped hurting me as he found out that I was already putting myself in hell. I could never stay mad at Cass so I've started hugging him and whispering "I'm sorry's" over and over. it's gotten harder and harder to sleep lately. I'm exhausted all the time from not eating and overworking.   Black and blue, I still regret Forgive you even when I know what's next But I'm not scared, I'm outta my head Lay down to rest with bruises Cross my heart and hope to die I knew I saw the devil in your eyes If love is hell, I guess I gone blind At least you're mine, the truth is Today was the day, the day no more scars and bruises would be left on my skin. the night that I could go to bed at a normal time with my favorite angel/person in the whole universe.

"(Y/N)?" I heard his voice fly through the hall on the other side of my door. I got up and walked to the door, my hand stretched out in front of me. my hand hovered over the handle, i hesitated while my mind raced with thought about this all being a sick messed up dream. if it was I sure hope it would never end.

my boney digits wrapped around the nob and in a swift motion the door was open. I quickly looked left down the hall then right, where I saw him standing there having me.

"Cass," I sighed and ran over to him, stumbling over my feet before i got to him and quickly tied my arms around him as tight as I possibly could as to make sure he could never leave me.  I felt his arms wrap around my now small and thin frame. his warmth covering me like a blanket.

"I'm back." he mumbled into the hair on the top of my head. No chains, no ropes Don't need 'em, I'm not going home Can't be alone You hurt me and I pull you close He pryed me off of him and looked me in the eyes. I didn't look at them before this but now that I had I realised that it wasn't actually him. Cass hadn't come back, it was only Lucifer playing yet another sick game.

"Oh come on that was too easy." his smirk spread on Castiel's face. "I mean one would think that you would have learned by now that Castiel is never coming back home." he lowed his face down to mine, "But that's whats unique about you, you're so so so so stupid." he said shaking my head with his hand.

"No, no Cass is going to come back i know he will." I said with determination in my voice.

"This isn't a TV show!" he shouted then slapped me so hard that I fell, my head hitting the hard wall. Upon hearing the noise sam and dean ran into the other side of the hall. their knifes out, I heard dean say something before running up to him and sam running up to me. i saw dean get stabbed with his own knife. sam tried to pick me up and take me away but was killed. I was too sund by the scene to make a noise.

"There now it's just us." he wiped his hands of the trousers he wore. "Its stupid you know." he looked at me and kneeled down to almost my level. "Its stupid that you would eve think Castiel even thinks of you like someone important to him. he doesn't even see you as a friend you know." and there was that smirk again. I can't tell you why When you kill me with a smile I don't wanna lose it Wish I could unchoose it All I have are bruises Let you see inside my mind Got no tears behind my eyes I don't wanna skew it Wish I could undo it All I have are bruises

I woke up in a cold sweat, I've had the same nightmare for months, ever since Cass came back but I never asked him to be around me when i slept because everything that Lucifer said gets to me. I know he doesn't see me as important or even like a friend.

I sat on my bed remembering the bleeding bodies of Sam and Dean and the shit-eating-grin on castiel's face that was put there by the devil himself. after about 30 minutes of sitting there I finally got the gutts to get up and ask Cass to help me sleep. he doesn't sleep but it has always helped me sleep with him and I cuddling.

my bare feet touched the cold floor and the light patter of them could be heard from the occupants of the rooms I was walking by. i made it to cass' room where he didn't do much, mostly just reading. i knocked on the door then heard a couple steps from inside the room. the door opened and there stood Cass in all of his glory. the real one.

"(Y/N)? what are you doing up?" HIS voice asked.

"I had a nightmare." i said looking at HIS eyes, making sure there was no sign of Lucifer.

"Oh, come in." he stepped aside letting me walk in, softly closing the door behind me. I fell onto his bed, the meletonion in my body kicking me, and boy did it kick hard. I felt the side of the bed next to me dip. "What was it about?"

"It was the night you came back but it wasn't you it was still Lucifer and he killed Dean and Sam." I said leaving out the part about what he had said. I felt his arm drape around my waist and the other one go underneath me to hug me tight and close to his chest. I felt the blanket cover him and me.

"Oh Angel, you have nothing to worry about. it's always going to be me from now on." HE whispered kissing the top of my head. an action he did quite often but everytime he did it I got butterflies.

"Good night Bee."

"Good night Angel, i love you."

"I love you too." I said with a smile spread so far on my face it covered half of my face.

I can't tell you why I'd let you kill me with a smile I don't wanna lose it Wish I could unchoose it All I have are bruises Wish you saw inside my mind I got no tears behind my eyes I don't wanna skew it Wish I could undo it All I have are bruises