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Kinktober Day 6: Chastity- Michael

Summary: Michael thinks humans and their sexual ways are disgusting but maybe he’s just a bit of a hypocrite

Word count: 4,757 words (god damn my longest one yet. Idk how this happened)

Note: this is not what chastity style Kinktober fan fics are usually like but this is my take 😅. This fan fic also ended up being a bit more sweet then I expected

It wasn’t completely unknown how a lot of angels viewed humans, it was usually with disdain but that disdain did vary. Some saw them as more like an annoying little sibling you have to look after, others saw them as stupid apes that were good for a laugh and sometimes sex, but others, like Michael, saw them as disgusting and a mistake.

Michael and Lucifers views on humans were not as different as they seemed. Michael was just better at hiding it and following orders. The main difference was that even though Lucifer saw humans as disgusting mistakes, he was also similar to Gabriel where he could still get a laugh and have some fun.

Some thought Michael was more like Raphael where yeah sure he didn’t like them but he was mainly pretty indifferent, but no, Michael really did hate humans. He saw humans as disgusting creatures who run on nothing but primary urges. Urges that make them kill, fight, gorge and fuck. That was one thing Michael truly did loath about them, how casually they treated sex and sexual desires.

Michael believed his father created humans to enjoy sex with one person they cared for and to create more humans and that was it, not to fool around, masturbate and use sex in a primal and almost feral way. The way humans treated sex was disgusting.

Chastity, that’s what Michael believed in, to stay pure and good. Humans were supposed to be beautiful children, not these disgusting animals.

Now that Michael had lost his grace and had to live with the Winchesters, he had been on edge and grumpy every second of the day. Dean Winchesters sexual antics made everything worse and today it was especially bad.

“You have a good night, Deanie Beanie?” You ask smirking at him. Teasing him with both the nickname and his scruffy hair as he walked through the bunker door.

He replied simply with a smirk and a wink as he walked through the bunker, likely to have a shower.

Lucifer, Gabriel, Sam and yourself look between each other and snicker and slightly roll your eyes. Raphael seemed pretty indifferent as he continued drinking his coffee and reading his book, not really caring about human drama. However as per usual, Michael scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“That’ll be you one day, Mikey.” Gabriel slapped Michael on his shoulder laughing.

Gabriel often liked to tease Michael about his views on sex, especially since Gabriel is literally a porn star. It had been stressful having four archangels now living in the bunker and trying to get their grace back, but one thing that made it easier was when you all teased Michael. Despite being the oldest out of all of you, you’d all tease him like he was the youngest.

“Don’t be disgusting, Gabriel.” Michael glared at his younger brother.

“You know you’re kinda hot when you get all flustered, Michael.” You pile on with the teasing, both you and Gabriel smirk at each other.

“Hey, that’s my dad, sort of.” Sam commented, feeling conflicted.

“Well then I know where you and Dean get it from, Sammy.” You lightly flirt and wink at him, rustling his overgrown hair.

“You are shameless.” Michael jabs, causing the rest of the table, surprisingly even Raphael, to chuckle and throw a few ‘ooohh’s’ your way.

“Don’t feeling jealous, Mikey, I’ll flirt with you whenever you like,” you wink at him, beginning to stand up, “now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna have a shower and start to get ready for the day, gentlemen. You’re welcome to join me, Michael.” You smirk at him as you send a wink his way.

“Shut up.” Was all he managed to angrily grumble out as you blew him a kiss while you walked off.

The nice warm shower really did to wonders for the stress all this archangels business had caused you. Now getting into some comfy bike shorts and top stolen from Sam you were officially ready to start the day and actually get some things done.

You were looking for your car keys are you hear an angry knock on your door. You assumed it was Michael but were still surprised when you open it to find it really was him. While Michael may make snide comments here and there, since losing his grace he’s never really been overly combative.

“Taking me up on that shower offer Mikey? Sorry to disappoint but I’m all done.” You continue yet again to make fun of him as your hand touches his chest.

Grabbing your wrist he lightly pushes you back into your room and closes the door surprisingly gently. Even when he’s mad he’s still very stereotypically angelic.

“Look I am forced to be here and I try to be a civil as possible but you need to stop. I know my father has told me not to judge humans but to respect them but I can not do that with you.” He told you sternly, more feeling like you were being told off by a patient teacher then you were by an archangel of the lord.

“Why me, Michael? Why not Sam or Dean or Gabriel? They screw around a lot more than I do. Is it because I’m a woman?” You ask him now getting more than a little fed up.

“Yes! But also no.” He stated, almost confused.

“Firstly, it’s because you say such suggestive and vulgar things to me directly and that needs to stop. Secondly, women are supposed to be soft and delicate, it’s how my father created you to be.” He further explained, hoping to straighten this all out but not realising he was just making it worse.

“I’m not sure if I should feel insulted or a little turned on.” You replied honestly as you thought of his words.

“There you go again! Can’t you even attempt to be less vulgar!” You retorted, now beginning to get worked up.

“What and be like you, daddy’s boy?! Huh? Walk around preaching chastity and purity and abstinence?”

“Yes!” Michael yelled, now officially feeling aggravated.

“You walk around in tight clothes or clothes stolen from a man who is not your husband! You make sexual comments, lewd jokes and touch every one of us. Why just last week you managed to sit in Sam, Deans and Lucifers lap all in one night! Why can’t you just be good and pure?”

Wow, you didn’t know why but this little rant of his was really making you want to tease him. You wanted to see if you could pull a little blush from the archangel. Smirking devilishly you began to enact that plan.

“So you’ve been watching me very closely then have you, Mikey? Looking at my body and how I touch people? God it must be so hard for you, starting to be more human everyday. I mean before you saw humans as being no more than animals, filthy creatures and now you’re noticing what one of us wears and how we act.” With every word you walk closer and closer to Michael, him walking back as you walk forward. Now he sits on your bed, watching you with almost awe in his eyes as you continue.

He sits on your bed, with his hands almost submissively placed on his knees, you lean down and whisper into his ear.

“I bet losing your grace, becoming human, has been really hard on you,” accentuating the word ‘hard’ with a squeeze of his thigh, “I mean you’re so pure and a man of such chastity, it must be difficult now such primal urges are slipping their way into your body and your mind.” Now looking directly into his eyes, you place your other hand on the side of his face.

“Tell me, what do you think about when you see me in those tight clothes? How does it make your body feel? I bet you get real excited and I bet you count down the hours until you can go to your room and have a nice shower. Somewhere private where no one would even know how hard you were and how good it felt to be human and to finally touch yourself. I bet you have, I bet you wished I would sit on your lap or touch you just a bit longer.”

Michael wished he could push you away and walk out the door but he was frozen, it was all true and he hated himself for not being able to deny it.

Seeing that he doesn’t move you now sit on his lap, like you said he wished you would. Not even realising he’d done it, his hand naturally slips around your waist.

“Do you want me to be a good girl for you, Michael?” You ask taunting his as your lips make their way to his ear.

“Or do you want to be a good boy for the me, baby?” The question making his eyes close and a little moan escape his lips. Noticing the reaction you’ve had on him you smirk and begin to softly kiss his neck.

The feeling of your soft lips and the way his pants begin to feel tighter and tighter pulls him from the trace-like state you’ve put him in. He suddenly stands, almost making you tumble over, as he walks out your bedroom door. Not saying a single word, just leaving in a hurry.

*******

That night the boys decide to go out to a bar, everyone needing a break from the bunker. The only one missing being Michael. The rest of the group didn’t care at all but you were hoping he’d come out, hoping you’d be able to tease him some more. He wasn’t even in the entrance of the bunker when you went to leave so you couldn’t even tease him with the tight low cut shirt and short skirt you wore.

Your outfit wasn’t a total loss and you knew it would get a reaction from Michael because of how every single one of the other men in the group seemed to react, even Raphael and Cas gave you a look over.

You always had a great time with the boys but honestly right now all you could think about was Michael.

Quickly excusing yourself you went to the bathroom of the bar that was luckily empty. You quickly snapped a photo of your outfit in the bathroom mirror of the bar and sent it to Michael.

‘If you really want to be a good boy for me you’ll be waiting in my room on your knees 😇😘’

You sent the message and quickly went back to the boys to let them know you were heading off.

God the whole drive home you were feeling antsy. You would barely sit still as your pussy began to throb just thinking of Michael on his knees.

When you walked through your bedroom door you let out a moan seeing just that, Michael had even taken the liberty to remove this shirt. Having this perfect angel on his knees in nothing but his grey sweats was enough to make you cum there and then.

As you walk through the door his face shoots up and you swear you could see his dick twitch in his pants. Finally getting that blush you wanted from him, his eyes raked over your body as you bit your lip and started circling him.

“You really are an obedient little soldier aren’t you, Michael?” You whispered hotly in his ear as you stood behind him, hands on his muscular shoulders.

“Yes.” Was all he could moan out as you began massaging his shoulders and kissing his neck.

“You were such a good boy for me, waiting here on your knees. But have you always been a good boy, Michael?” Your tone becoming dangerous as you raise up and tug his hair back as you do, looking him dead in the eyes.

Despite being a fierce warrior of heaven, you accusing the archangel of being anything other than your good boy shot fear into him. You could see this fear in his eyes as you stared at him for a little while longer.

“I’m gonna ask you something and if you’re lying, I’ll know.” You tell him with a warning tug on his hair, causing a moan to escape passed his now open lips.

“I’ll tell you anything, y/n.” He assures you as his filled eyes seem to become doe like.

“How many times have you touched yourself since you’ve been here, Michael.” You ask him in an authoritative tone.

Both fear and shame run over his face as that cute blush of his becomes deeper.

“Five times.” He answers you shamefully.

“Five times? You’re just as filthy as I am Michael.” You taunt him as you now make your way to stand in front of him, both hands now on either side of his face.

“Dirty little boy. No worse than us humans now. Not as pure and filled with chastity as you seem, baby.” You smirk now as his face is filled with shame, tears beginning to well in his eyes.

“Aaawww, is the little angel gonna cry? You feel so dirty and now it’s making you cry? You were a naughty boy, Michael. Now you tell me every dirty little thought that went through your mind and maybe you’ll be forgiven.” You taunt and chastise him. Despite your words being filled with taunts and threats Michael seemed to like it, he seemed to crave your touch and your approval.

“I don’t want to be bad… I- I’ll tell you. Please just make me feel good, please.” He begged you, never feeling this need before and not fully know what your touch will do but knowing he needed it.

“Begging like a little whore now? I think I told you to tell me your dirty thoughts, not to beg me to fuck you.” You scorn him as you rip his head back.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Little tears beginning to fall as he tries to think of where to start.

“When-when w-w-we were at the bar I thought of you sitting on my lap and how you’d feel on me and if you’d rub yourself against me. When you were cooking for us and I saw you bend over the counter, I thought of ripping your clothes off and having my way with you.” Every fantasy he admitted seeming to hurt him to say, as if he was admitting the terrible crimes.

“Was that all or was there more? Come on and be a good boy for me.” You ask him softly now, stroking his cheek.

“No, there’s three more. New fantasies came to me every time I touched myself. I feel so ashamed.” He tells you, now genuine worry on his face.

“That’s a lot of dirty thoughts for my sweet angel.” Wanting to tease him some more but also starting to feel a little bad you walk away from him and bring over the small lounge chair in the corner of the room.

You sit on it comfortably with your legs spread nice and wide, Michael getting a view of your lacy black panties just barely covering your pussy, making him bite back a moan as he stared.

“You sit between my knees and place your sweet little head on my thigh and tell me the rest, baby. If you’re good I’ll let you touch my pussy. I still need to punish you for touching yourself but I will reward you if you tell me your other dirty fantasies.” Hearing this Michael begins to rise but is quickly stopped.

“Uh uh, crawl over.” You tell him, pointing to the ground.

Ever the obedient soldier, he follows your order perfectly. Crawling between your legs, he finds home resting his head on your thigh and looking up into your eyes.

“Keep going, baby.” You tell him as you stroke his hair.

Closing his eyes and almost purring he begins to get lost in your touch but continues telling you.

“I saw you and Sam kissing and grabbing at each other in the training room and thought of myself in Sams place. When you and Gabriel were baking I thought of what your tongue would feel like all over my body, and then this morning when you said I join you in the shower, I thought of how gorgeous you’d look over covered in soap and how soft your body would feel under my hands.” With that last confession spoken, Michael let out a big breath and broke eye contact from you. Feeling so anxious from letting you know his fantasies.

“Wow, baby, those were some really delicious fantasies, we might have to make some of them come true one day. For now however you can have a little reward for being such a good boy and telling me all of that.” You coo at him as you gently stroke his hair.

Spreading your legs even wider you beckon him towards you with a curl of your finger. Slowly leaning up towards you, you take his face in your hands and plant a kiss on his perfect lips. Starting off slow and sweet, the kisses get more and more heated, the hands on his face move to his neck and in his hair and he begins to stand up further on his knees, slotting his body to press against yours.

When you feel him begin to grind onto you, quickly you push him away and break the kiss.

“You wanna touch my pussy, Michael?”

Michael first looks at you with excitement but then with worry as he looks away ashamed. Feeling bad you take his face in your hands.

“Baby. You’re not a bad boy for wanting those things or wanting to touch me.” You reassure him sweetly.

“But you said I’d be punished.” He tells you weakly, sounding like a scolded child.

“Oh sweet boy. I need to punish you for touching yourself not because your sexual urges are wrong but because you’re my good boy, your cock his mine, your pleasure is mine. I decide when you cum and if you’re a bad boy and cum without my permission I have to punish you. Do you understand, baby?” You ask, stroking his face.

“I understand.” He replies, face now full of intrigue.

“Now do you want to touch me on the chair or on the bed?”

His face lights up like a kid at Christmas, acting like those were the best words anyones ever said.

“Bed! Bed please!” He quickly replied excitedly.

Giggling at his excitement, you leave the chair and take his hand in yours, leading him onto the bed. As he sits on the bed like he had done early that day, you begin to strip out of your already pretty minimal clothes. Putting on a bit of a show for him his eyes never leave your body as he watches each item leave your body until you’re left naked in front of him.

Crawling on the bed you sit with your back against the headboard and open your legs for him, making sure he can see your whole pussy.

Turning to kneel between your legs he just stares at you in awe, almost too nervous to do anything.

“You don’t have to know what to do, sweet boy, you just touch me wherever you like, I want you to just learn and feel me.” You reassure him as his hands slowly creep up your inner thigh.

“I think I’m beginning to understand the beauty my father saw when he created humans, you’re so beautiful and unique. Soft and sweet skin and body. So beautiful.” Michael sighed, mesmerised by you as his hands began to wander, staring at your body in marvel and awe.

His hands reach from your inner thigh and over your hips, squeezing them as he went. Once he reached your stomach he held his hands there for a second in thought, just staring. Slowly he began to move again, one hand moving to your breast and the other moving to your pussy.

The hand that was on your breast began to gently squeeze and his finger gently rolled over your nipple. His other hand swiped through the spread lips of your pussy, gently and experimentally.

You don’t think he realised what he was doing to you and you tried your best to stay as quiet as possible to let him have this moment. You bit your lip trying hard not to make a sound but once he rolled your nipple between his fingers and his light touches brushed over your clit you couldn’t help the little gasp that left your lips.

Michaels eyes lit up as he looked up to you, excited he was able to make such a pretty noise come out of you. Lightly grazing over the spot again he noticed that that was what was making you feel so good. He continues to gently rub his fingers over this spot again and again, each time you make one of those pretty noises.

He looks between your face, your breasts and your pussy, so excited and eager.

“Ooohh, Michael you’re doing so good. Keep going and you’re gonna make me cum.” You smiled down at him sweetly.

“Can I? Please? Can I make you cum?” He asks you excitedly as his fingers move a little faster.

“Yes! Be a good boy and make me cum, baby!” You shout out in utter euphoria. As the pressure gets tighter and tighter you forget this was supposed to be an experience for Michael. Cumming hard your hands fly to his hair and your mouth collides with his again, kissing him with heated passion as your body shakes.

“You did such a good job, sweet boy.” You tell him gently as you stroke his face, still coming down from your high.

“I still have to punish you but then I’m gonna ride your cock, my sweet angel.” You tell him, biting your lip as your hand makes contact with his cock for the first time, rubbing him over his sweat pants.

This new feeling is so exciting to Michael his head flys back just from your light touches.

“Yes! Yes! Punish me then aaa-ah then-then. Make me cum! Please!” He managed to get out as your strokes become faster.

“Okay, sweet boy,” you whisper in his ear “you take off your pants, place your hands on the desk, legs apart and bend right down for me, okay?” You instruct him gently.

Without even responding he’s quick to follow your every command. You watch him with great interest as he follows your instructions perfectly.

Slowly you walk up behind him and hold onto his hips tightly, pulling his ass back into you, earning a small yelp from Michael.

“Okay, sweet boy. I’m gonna spank you 5 times, once for each time you came without my permission and you’re gonna count with every hit. Can you do that?” You ask him sweetly as you rub his ass.

“Yes. I can do that, I’ll be a good boy.” He replies weakly, his head now low and ass pushed out further.

Standing beside him you put one hand on the small of his back as your other hand hits his left cheek with one big slap.

“Aah, one!” He calls out.

Another smack hits his right cheek now.

“Two!” He calls again.

Switching sides between each hit he counts each time.

Whack!

“Three!”

Whack!

“F-ffoour!”

“One more, baby.” You coo in his ear, his head getting lower and lower with each slap.

This last hit was the hardest by far, even stinging your hand a bit.

“Fuck! FIVE!” He shouted as loud as he could.

“Ooohh. Did you just swear, baby? That wasn’t very sweet and pure of you, my good boy. That’s something a bad boy would say. I should punish you again, shouldn’t even let you cum.” You tease him as you crouch down in front of him.

Fear falls to his face as he takes in what you’re saying.

“No, no, no. I’m sorry, please, please, I’ll be a good boy!” Michael pleads with you, now on his knees in front of you.

“Okay, baby, I won’t punish you, but good boys don’t use that kind of language. Okay?” You tell him, stroking his hair.

“Yes, y/n.” He simply replies, looking into your eyes.

“Good boy. Now you lay down on the bed and I’ll make you feel really good.” You tell him sweetly as you kiss his cheek.

Almost running to the bed he lays on his back right in the middle, eyes never leaving you as his chest heaves up and down. Slowly you make your way over to him, teasing him as much as he can. Once you approach the bed you straddle his hips and begin to grind down on him, earning you a gasp as his hands flew to your hips.

“Are you ready, baby?” You ask him, lightly tracing patterns on his chest as you continue to grind your bare pussy on his bare cock.

“I’m ready.” He sighs out, his eyes beginning to close.

His eyes open again as you begin to lift your hips off of him, lining him up with your entrance. You slowly sink down on him and his hands tighten on your hips.

As you bottom out you look down at your sweet angel and see his head fallen back, eyes closed and muttering in enochian, he looked so beautiful.

Slowly you started grinding on him and his muttering turned to moans and groans as he opened his eyes to look at you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He gasped out as your grinding picked up speed.

“So are you, my sweet angel.” You tell him as you lean down and kiss passionately.

As your grinding turns more into humping Michael starts to get the rhythm and pushes his hips up into you at the same pace, looking at you in marvel.

“Guess you don’t think I’m so impure anymore, baby.” You tease him once again as you lean yourself down to his neck and begin to bounce on his cock.

At this new position his groans become louder and his gasps more frequent, you could tell he was close.

“No, no, no, nooo… you’re pure and perfect and divine! Aaa-aah! Please y/n I’m gonna cum! Please I wanna be a good boy please! Let me cum!” He pleads loudly.

Sitting back onto your knees and placing your hands on his chest, your thrusts slow slightly in this new position, making Michaels breath slow too.

“You remember that spot you touched before, baby?” You ask him panting with each thrust.

“Yes, yes, yeeesss.” He gasps and groans out, enjoying this pleasure but trying so hard not to cum.

“Touch me there and make me cum and then you can cum, baby.” You command him as you take his hand and guide his fingers to your clit.

Again following orders so well, he rubs you there nice and fast as your thrusts pick up again. Knowing you were so close you take his other hand to throw it onto your breast.

“Yeh, just like that, baby, aaa-aah! Oooh! You’re making me feel so good, Michael!” You praise him as you begin to feel yourself come undone.

“Aaaah! Michaaaeel!” you scream out as your orgasm takes over.

Quickly following yours Michael grabs onto your hip tightly and fucks into you with a few more hard strokes before releasing himself inside of you with a loud groan.

Panting loudly you fall down beside him and tiredly pull the blankets over both of you. Looking up at him you give him a sweet kiss to his soft lips.

“How you feelin, Mikey?” You ask him in a soft blissed out voice.

“Amazing.” He simply states, holding you as he looks up to the ceiling continuing to catch his breath.

“You know, when I have my grace back I’ll have more control and I could make love to you even better.” He tells you sweetly as his face now turns to you, cupping your cheek.

“Sounds fine by me.” You tell him smiling as you kiss him again.

“But for now let’s get you into the shower, angel boy. Let you see what I look like covered in soap.” You whisper into his ear as you both rush off to the shower.

[gilverrwrites]

first time requester here uhhh could you pretty please with cherries on top do tfw (and maybe gabe or Lucifer? up to you though!) reacting to reader being like, REALLY quiet in bed? Like they’re not holding back or anything, they just genuinely don’t make much noise?

Rating: 18+

Please remember: As long as you're trying, you're doing better than you think.

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Dean: Unless you specify that making noise is a boundary for you, he will see it as a challenge. He’ll find things, moves you like and hammer them over, and, over again to try and get some noise out of you. Or he’ll ask you lots of dirty questions during the deed. High praise, when you do make noise, like he’s trying to condition more noise. He just needs some kind of queue that he’s doing a good job, encouragement, like a dog being told he’s a good boy.

If you state it’s a limit, he’ll respect that, but he needs some other indicator, like red-light/green-light, or some form of physical touch meant to convey a job well done. 

Sam: Won’t really bat an eyelid at it. He’s a very accepting person, and he likes you for you, noisy or not.

If you express to him that you’d like to be noisier in bed, he will happily assist. Asking how you’re doing; how does that feel? What about this? No, no, not until you show me how much you want it. Repeating things he’s learned will get a reaction out of you.

Otherwise, he’ll keep on ploughing as is.

Castiel: If you’re normally a very vocal/noisy person in day-to-day life, he’d be concerned. He’ll worry that he’s done something wrong. When he confronts you and you tell him you’re good, you’re just quiet, he’ll feel so much relief, you’ll see the weight lift from his shoulders. Bless him, he gets stressed.

If you’re not normally a very vocal/noisy person, then he likely won’t notice. There are many, many humans, and they are all strange and unique, and this is just part of who you are.

He is quite chatty in bed however, he likes to express how he is feeling, how you make him feel, and he likes to check on you, so unless you’re happy to have little check ins/chit chats mid sex, you’ll need to express your boundaries.

Gabriel: Very similar to Dean. Evoking noise from you is a game, and he’s determined to master it. Even if that means underhanded tactics. Laughter is just as good, there will be tickling. He will playfully withhold or deny you touches or kisses to make you beg ask for them. Oh, that one little touch made you moan a teeny tiny bit? WE���RE DOING THAT AGAIN!

If you state that it’s a boundary, that’s cool, cool, cool. He can make enough noise for the both of you, he’s a soft, chatty, moaning, mess of an angel in the throws anyway.

Lucifer: Honestly, he probably won’t even notice at first. Like Gabe, he will make enough noise for the both of you. He loves the sound of his own voice, and he often gets lost in the feelings and his own emotions throughout. When he does eventually notice, he’d tease you about it. The ideal reaction is for you to get all shy and frustrated about it, but any provoked response is likely satisfying, he just likes to know he’s having an effect on you.

Michael: Is also very quiet in bed, in fact, he prefers it. His mind is very busy (especially when Adam is in there) and he enjoys being able to turn it off. He just does what feels good. There is no need to perform, and the fact that you respond the same is very validating for him. He will not question, tease, or try to provoke an inauthentic response from you. He will accept you as you are.

[shipping-all-ships]

(After betraying the Winchesters)

Sam: This isn't what Adam would have wanted!

Michael: You clearly didn't know him that well.

[beatsheetromanroy]

i will never forgive season 14 for a.) giving so much screen time to nick. i understand the urge to explore the fallout of being a vessel for the devil, sounds neat, but they should have delved into that by season 7 at the latest and b.) not developing what it must be like to have the bunker full of strangers. dean and sam were raised in each other's pockets but ONLY in each other's pockets, they've never had to deal with a bustling living situation like this, unless sam had roommates at stanford. i am so curious-does the bunker have a chore chart? do they go grocery shopping individually or does everyone pitch in? how do meals work, the bathroom? did sam design this imaginary chore chart? i can't imagine mary likes all the hustle and bustle and she doesn't even live there full time! is there a lock to the dean cave? because dean is someone who values privacy and control over his own spaces so much, i can't imagine that he would be happy with any of this. does he stay clear of the dean cave to keep it a secret and he sneaks cas into his room like teenagers so they can watch movies with just the two of them and none of the other hunters knowing? i think cas and jack would hang out on the roof and outside for much of the time dean was possessed by michael. maybe jack likes having friends, he probably feels more normal than he ever has before. what do the other hunters who are themselves refugees from an angel ravaged world think about living with an angel and his son? are there rumors about dean and cas? and most importantly. sam is thrilled because the bunker is finally fulfilling its purpose of being a hunter's central network. and dean is pissed because there are people in his house!

[unfavorableangel]

seeing how many people thought michael was torturing adam in hell before season 15 always makes me giggle. "oh, poor adam, he's probably suffering," and he was actually having freaky angel mind sex.

[pinchcinnamon]

winchesters: we really into family thing, family is important, family first like in the "fast & furious". we have a lot of friends who are like family to us - hunters, angel, policewoman, nephilim, witch, king of hell...

adam: hey, guys-

/gunshot/

winchesters: as we said, family is everything, not forget about the family. we'll do everything for the family

[lokischickadee]

My obsession with these four is insane😂

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

First 10 Kinktober line up

These will come out across October and November coz I’m trash 😅

Day 1: Spencer Reid- Pegging (season 1 sub!spencer x soft dom!reader)

Day 2: Bjorn Ironside- Titfucking (Married couple reader x Bjorn)

Day 3: Loki- Hate Fucking (slight dark dom!loki x bratty sub!reader)

Day 4: Venom- Teratophilia (soft dom!venom x sub!reader)

Day 5: Steve Rogers- Collaring (sub!Steve Rogers x soft dom!reader)

Day 6: Michael- Chastity (bratty sub!Michael x dom!reader)

Day 7: Adam Warlock- Virginity (sub!Adam x soft dom!reader)

Day 8: Jaskier- Master and Slave (sub!Jaskier x dom!reader)

Day 9: Obi Wan Kenobi- Stripping (secret relationship sub!obi wan x dom!reader, playful not serious)

Day 10: Pietro Maximoff- Praise Kink (soft dom!Pietro x sub!reader)

[gilverrwrites]

Michael/Reader, 1.4K words Established vee dynamic: Michael/Adam & Adam/Reader, which will evolve into a triad. [2/3] Four things you explain to Michael, and one thing he explains to you. Part: [1][X][3]

Chapter 2: Adam explains...nothing, and you explain yourself.

Broaching the impromptu kiss with Adam had been simultaneously easier and harder than you’d expected. When he hadn’t immediately surfaced at the hockey game to voice any concerns, you’d figured he either a) was at least somewhat okay with it, or b) having a heated discussion with Michael about it in their shared headspace.

When you’d brought it up at home, later that same night he’d laughed. Not an outlandish or bitter one, just a light-hearted one, at the expense of your confusion.

“So… I guess you’re cool with it?” You’d asked, unable to shake your guilt until you heard confirmation from the man himself.

“Well, yeah.” You breathed a sigh of relief, until he continued. “I mean, it was bound to happen eventually.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, these aren’t exactly normal circumstances, and you and Michael don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but it makes sense.” He shrugs, placing his hands on your hips as he gets closer. The confused look on your face conveys that it’s doesn’t not in fact, ‘make sense’. “Well, I love him, and I love you, and if I’m to believe you both, you love me too.”

He purses his lips as he considers the right word choice, swaying his head back and forth so endearingly that you have to fight the urge to interrupt with a kiss.

“We live our lives in… immensely close proximity.” His fingertips are warm against your skin as he creeps them under your shirt, rubbing soft circles on your lower back to ease your obvious tension. “I’m just saying, you seem a lot more relaxed around each other, and I much prefer the way he thinks about you now to what he used to think.”

You’re not sure which intrigues you more, Michael’s old thoughts, his new thoughts, or that fact that he thinks about you at all. You know you shouldn’t ask, it’s not Adam’s place to say but the words fall out in a flurry regardless. “Michael thinks about me?”

“Sometimes.” He offers you a smile, a brights, boyish one that shows off the top row of his teeth. Instead of giving a real answer he places solid, chaste kiss to your forehead before retreating, smug in the knowledge that he’s knows something you don’t.

Ever since that night, things had changed. Micheal was around a lot more, and he was a lot more talkative. That is to say he was about as talkative as a fast-food worker on a busy Friday night, which isn’t much, but it is something.

Adam didn’t particularly approve of Micheal using his grace too often, citing it as hindering their integration back into humanity, but that didn’t stop Michael from offering to use it on menial tasks like the dishes or the laundry when you expressed tiredness. On one occasion after you’d declined, he’d cheekily suggested that you leave them for Adam to do later, it was his ‘no mojo’ rule after all.

One night while they were out, and you couldn’t sleep, they’d returned home to find you dancing around the apartment to some oddly named Spotify mix in nothing but your underwear and a pair of fuzzy socks. There had been an awkward minute where you and Micheal had stood, unmoving, watching each other, unsure how to react. A part of you hoped Adam would ease the discomfort, and another part had hoped the two of you could resolve the issue together.

When the next track played, you reached an arm out to Michael, inviting him to join you and he’d taken it, sheepishly trying to emulate your dance moves until you were too tired to continue.

While you couldn’t get him to admit that he enjoyed it, he started actually sitting beside you to watch TV. He asked about your day and listened attentively when you complained about your coworkers.

When you’d dumbly asked if he’d experienced anything similar, he’d spent a long time thinking, before telling you about a time his younger brother Gabriel had taken his lance without asking, the resulting clean-up was nasty. The story in earnest was horrifying, but you appreciated his sharing a personal anecdote regardless.

It was hard to tell where things were going with him, harder to tell where you wanted things to go, but you enjoyed his company regardless, and with Adam’s approval, you were content to let things go wherever they take you.

This morning you had something for him. A neatly wrapped gift in blue paper and a fancy ribbon that you’d had hidden under the bed for a few weeks.

When you enter the kitchen Adam is sat at the table, tapping away at a crossword puzzle, two cups of coffee resting before him, one for you, one for him. He is sweet.

“Good morning sleepy head. How are you this morning?” He asks as you greet him with a kiss, his eyed immediately darting the parcel you place on the table as you sit beside him with a stretch.

“Not bad, how are you?”

“Alright.” He turns his phone off, placing it face down on the table before pointing at the gift. “Whatcha got there?”

“It’s for Michael.” You reply chirpily.

Adam grins at you, that smug, knowing grin that makes you want to slap and kiss him simultaneously.

“Want to speak to him?”

“Only when you’re good and ready.” He’s gone before you can finish speaking. The stark contrast between their demeanours is immediately evident. Adam’s soft sunny face hardens into Michael’s signature neutrality.

“Why?” He’s nothing if not endearingly frank.

“If your birthday!” You announce, sliding the gift closer to him.

“It is not.” He argues, but there’s no malice in his tone, he sounds slightly amuse more than anything. “I was not born, so I do not have a birthday.”

“I know, I know. But it is September 29th. Michaelmas, so it seems as good a day as any, I thought we could celebrate it every year. It doesn’t seem fair that Adam and I get to have all the fun, and you don’t.”

“Every year.” He muses quietly, finally picking up the parcel.

“And no magic either!” You instruct. “You’ve gotta open it properly.”

He spares you a smile, you know it’s genuine because he so rarely does it.

Long fingers pick at the edges and corners, threading through the ribbon string as he examines every inch, not like Adam who opens gifts like an exited child on Christmas morning. They’re so different, but so right for each other.

After an excruciatingly long wait, he folds back the paper and pulls out a green and yellow jersey. Minnesota Wilds, the same team you’d watched together. He treats it the same way he had the wrapping, turning it over and over, inspecting every logo and seam.

“I thought you could wear it whenever we watch them play again. If you want to, I mean.” The silence is killing you, you can’t help but fill it, wanting to explain your reasoning before he has the chance to reject it. “I thought you’d like it but if you don’t I can return it and-“

“No.��� He puts his hand on yours. The second time he’s touched you unprovoked, and it quietens you just the same. “I like it.”

His approval calms your nerves and you let out an audible phew which invokes another smile from Michael. You are truly blessed today.

“I want very much to watch more hockey with you, and to wear this.” As if to accentuate his point he puts the jersey on over their clothes, fingers playing with the collar once he’s smoothed it out against his chest. It occurs to you now that Adam has an adequately man-sized wardrobe, but you wonder how much input Michael had had on picking any of it out. Did he own clothes? You had planned to throw him a mini party today. Not much, just cake and battleship, possibly a documentary of his choosing, but maybe you should take him shopping.

Had he not cupped your face between his hands you could have followed that train along its tracks until it’s crashed.

“You’re spiralling.” The states matter-of-factly.

“How could you tell?” Adam, you think, would have told him.

“Your face does this thing.” He doesn’t quote have the words to express it, but you can imagine what he means. “It is charming to watch, but you should stop.”

Your nod it stifled by the way he holds you face between his hands.

“I am very grateful for this gift.” His lips are on yours once more. Just as tender as last time, his soft lips brush your own, lingering longer than last time, like he’s savouring it. Savouring the way your breath hitches, the way you melt slightly into him. When he pulls away you follow until he’s too far out of reach. “And I am grateful for you.”

I'm glad you exist.

[i-heart-slashers]

[kazuiislazy]

MY SILLY MASTERLIST!! 🥳

Basically a masterlist of stuff i write except i haven't really written much (haha, i'm crying, i'm so busy rn)

Supernatural "Don't Leave." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"You're Perfect To Me." [Jack Kline x reader]

"Oblivious or Obvious?" [Castiel x reader]

some spn characters as college/highschool students [no pairing, just headcanons in general]

"Entranced." [Castiel x reader]

"Stop Pulling Away." [Sam Winchester x reader]

"No One Deserves That." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"Don't Stop." [Sam Winchester x reader]

"Take My Hand." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"All For You." [Michael x reader]

"Kill For You." [Michael x reader]

"You Drew Stars Around My Scars.." [Dean Winchester x reader]

LOTR/Lord of the Rings

"There's No Need To Apologise." [Aragorn x reader]

"The Plan." [Aragorn x reader]

"What's There To Like?" [Aragorn x reader]

Shadow & Bone

"You Should Be Scared Of Me." [The Darkling x reader]

"Did You Just-" [Kaz Brekker x reader] "Promise Me?" [Kaz Brekker x reader]

[theyonlyhadeachother]

so something yall need to know is that im a SUCKER for time travel fix it fics. and i was reading some general spn ones today, just like destiel going back, or just sam and dean going back. and that got me thinking.

midam cant have a time travel fix it. well. they could. but like. in a kinder world they never met. they never bonded. they never knew each other the way they do in this one.

but also imagine. they do go back, who knows how, to like season 5. lucifer is begging michael to walk off the chessboard, sam and dean are trying to resist being vessels. michael just sent dean back in time to show him everything is destined.

and then suddenly. michael shows up wearing adam, and theyre sharing a body and michael is done with the apocalypse and genuinely hates dean for reasons Other than him just being human

that would be so fucking funny. nobody would know what was going on. i cant imagine like zachariah's reaction

[lokischickadee]

Imagine Michael!Dean looking at you like this when you walk into the room wearing a sexy dress

[kaleldobrev]

Knew You Would Come Around

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Fem!Reader | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Michael's happy you've finally come around

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Nudity (but no smut), Y/N is the best actress ever, Michael being absolutely delusional, Sad!Reader

Authors Note: Set in the same universe as Once Mine | Please read Once Mine before reading this one | Some non-con elements but nothing graphic (very G Rated in description) | Y/N deserves an Oscar for her performance | Y/N misses Dean :( | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

It’s been weeks since you’ve been trapped in this penthouse, weeks without any kind of contact from the outside world besides room service, the occasional monster that Michael had invited in, and Michael himself. Michael, the archangel who was currently using the love of your life as his meat suit. The same man who refused to believe that you weren’t this other version of you. There was a part of him though, although you couldn’t quite pinpoint it, that may have been slightly delusional due to the grief that he had faced when his world version of you was killed. A version of you that he loved more than anyone or anything. A version of you that he absolutely refused to let go of.

You tried for weeks resisting him. Resisting any ounce of change that he had tried to make. He wanted you to be the version of you that he had fallen in love with, not who you truly were. Dean loved this version of you, but Michael didn’t. And in order to survive, you played along. Played along with his delusions of you being his one true love. Pretending to actually care when he talked about certain subjects. Pretending to enjoy when he would kiss you. Pretending to enjoy him holding you in the middle of the night while lying in bed together. This was the only way, you had thought to yourself.

Your mind was racing as you watched television, as there was really nothing for you to do while Michael was away. There was relief whenever he had left for the day, but at the same time, you had found yourself sometimes feeling a strange sense of loss whenever he did leave; and you weren’t quite sure why. This man had taken over Dean, the one man you had loved more than anyone or anything — your soulmate, and Michael ripped him away from you, and you despised him for it.

But the more you thought about it, the more your mind had started to wander. Maybe you had found it relatively easy to pretend because it was technically still Dean on the surface? Maybe that strange sense of loss that you felt when Michael had left is because it felt like Dean was being ripped away from you all over again? Then again, maybe you were just starting to become delusional like Michael.

When the door opened, you were instantly snapped out of your thoughts. Show time, you thought. “Hey Mike, how was your day?” You asked him, trying to give him that sing-song like tone he had preferred compared to your actual voice.

“Rough, but making progress,” he stated, closing the door behind him. You turned around from your position on the couch to look over at him, where he was currently hanging up his 1920s style jacket on the coatrack. Progress? What type of progress? You wanted to ask. But you knew better than to ask.

"Well, that's wonderful that you're making progress," you said, getting up from your spot on the couch to stand in front of him. "But, I'm sorry you had a rough day," you continued, as you started to untie his tie, making sure you kept the right amount of eye contact.

"Thankful I'm finally home with my girl," he stated, giving you a slight smile as he watched you carefully removing his tie from around his neck. You almost stopped removing his tie, as the nickname he had just given you had thrown you off, as My Girl was one of Dean's go-to nicknames for you.

Forcing a smile, you finished removing his tie. "Happy to have you home," you lied. His hand moved to cup your cheek, admiring the delicate features of your face. Despite you not being his original Y/N, you were good enough for him in moments like these, moments where he needed comfort.

"I'm going to take a shower," he said, before leaning in and kissing the top of your head. Strangely, you felt yourself slightly melt into the kiss, as it was a feeling that you had missed. Top of the head kisses and forehead kisses were ones that you had cherished the most from Dean. Despite it not actually being from him, you pretended it was; and pretending helped.

You found yourself on the couch again, watching some cooking show on FoodNetwork, mentally writing down recipes that you knew Dean would have liked. Recipes you’d probably never get the chance to make for him “Y/N!” Michael called; his voice making any previous thoughts you had disappear.

“Yes Mike?” You yelled back, muting the television as you did so.

“Come join me,” he said. His voice wasn’t demanding in nature, but you knew he wasn’t giving you a choice in the matter.

You took a deep breath before answering. “Be right there!” You replied back.

Walking into the bathroom, the glass shower was steamed up just enough that Michael's figure almost looked like he was some kind of blur, almost dream sequence like. And for a brief moment, you felt some sort of bliss; as if you were in fact in a dream, a dream where you had walked in on Dean in the shower — something that you had done so many times before. But that brief moment of bliss was fanned out the second the Archangel spoke. "Come on in Sweetheart," he said, opening up the glass door for you. Sweetheart, yet another nickname that you had once loved now made your skin crawl.

Removing your clothes quickly, they fell onto the floor into a pool of fabric. Taking a deep breath, you walked into the shower and closed the door behind you. Upon entering, Michael's back was facing you, his face toward the showerhead. You found your fingers reaching toward his back, wanting to trace little circles — something that you were so used to doing to Dean when you were either in the shower or lying in bed.

But as you were half-way to his back, he started to turn, and you retracted your fingers; looking up at him almost with a sorrowful look on your face. "Glad you could join me," he said, giving you a small smile. You tried your best to give a similar smile back, but you found it hard to, and you knew he could sense the struggle. "Turn around, I'll get your back," he said, trying to break the uneasiness between the two of you.

"Okay," you replied, slightly nodding. Turning around, you felt more vulnerable than ever, hating this current feeling. You felt your eyes close in anticipation at the touch of him. A moment later, you felt a washcloth start running along your spine, just stopping above your ass before it came back up and went from your left to your right shoulder blade.

"You're very tense," he whispered in your ear. He kissed your temple, and again, you found yourself slightly melting into it, again finding yourself reminiscing about all the times Dean had kissed your temple in order to comfort you. "Want me to help you?" He asked. "I know you like massages."

"But you're the one that's had the rough day, not me," you said, your voice sounding a little timid. But he seemed to ignore your comments; placing the washcloth on the small built-in shelf before he started using his thumbs to make circles on your back.

You wanted to resist the nice feeling, but you couldn't. It felt nice having his hands rubbing your back, finding those exact pressure points that Dean knew all too well. “I know this has been difficult for you,” Michael said after a few moments of silence between the two of you; leaning down and kissing your shoulder. Understatement, you thought. “But you’ve been really receptive of me lately,” he said, almost as if he was giving you a pat on the back. “Which is very much appreciated. I’m glad you can finally see things my way.” Again, he kissed your shoulder, but this time you felt your body slightly shudder at his touch, hoping that he didn't notice this reaction.

“Of course,” you began, “like you said, this is very much a win-win for the both of us,” you said, forcing a slight smile on your lips. You turned around to face him, and you cupped his cheek, slightly rubbing it with your thumb. God I miss you, you thought. The feeling of the stubble on your fingertips making you strangely sentimental.

“I love you,” Michael admitted, and you felt as if your heart was about to stop. You weren’t in love with him, there was no chance you could ever be; not after everything he had done. He was simply a monster disguised as your soulmate and nothing more. But you had to keep up the pretending, keep on acting in order to survive.

“I love you too,” you said, and you felt like you had wanted to throw up.

“Told you you’d come around,” he almost whispered, a small smirk on his lips. A moment later he leaned in, crashing his lips into yours.

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How you meet Michael - Cordelia

Summary: On Michaels first day off since working with Dean and Sam he goes for a walk and sees you playing in the water with your sisters. When he noticed that you were staring at him he investigates and finds a new purpose to fight for. A soulmate.

Pairing: Michael/reader, Michael/witch

Disclaimer: soulmate au

Soulmate au: God created a soulmate for each one of his children. For angels finding their soulmate is one of the most honorable tasks they could achieve due to the amount of luck they must have since the soul of a human mate can be sent to earth at any time during the existence of humanity. But when an angel does meet their other half their loyalty to god switches to their mate, protecting them at all costs. Feelings such as love and lust are only acceptable and archivable for angels when they meet their soulmate and that only to the mate too so acts of unloyalty or cheating don’t exist in their world.

The sun was shining brightly, and the shimmering hues it created were being deflected into the ocean, giving it the beautiful blue color that resembled his wings. Massive, shiny, and paired in six, three on each side. Each one of them is bigger than the lower one. For humans invisible but for you strangely that wasn’t the case, not that you knew that you weren’t supposed to see them.

At first, you were sure he was a freak who didn’t know that Halloween is in October and not in late July but the more you watched the man the more you were sure he wasn’t normal. You asked your youngest sister “Goldie, do you see that?”. While your sister held her gaze in the same direction as you, she didn’t notice anything out of the blue. You frowned, sensing that the man wasn’t just walking around with wings for no reason. Just as you were to turn your back on him and shift your attention to the volleyball you have been playing with in the water, his eyes met yours.

Something about the way he looked at you made you feel vulnerable as if he could read you like a book. And of course, you didn’t know, he could. His eyes wandered, to your dark eyes, your long black hair that was neatly up in a bun, the small silver necklace you wore that had a small star engraved in it, to your blue bikini that matched the color of the water you were in. His color.

His grace flutters and so does his wings. A small yet deep sensation erupts inside of the brown-haired archangel as he looks at you. Your stare didn’t go unnoticed by him, he wasn’t sure why you would give him your attention, maybe you had a sixth sense that could detect supernatural beings, maybe you just found his vessel attractive, or maybe you were that something that was missing.

He could just look into your mind but what would be the purpose of that if you were just a mortal, after all, a lower being? But the feeling didn’t vanish, the feeling of want and need that he felt for the first time since his creation, something he shouldn’t feel.

At first he just wanted to take a walk, take a good look at Earth, the creation his father loved so much. Free time wasn’t something he had a lot when working and living with Sam and Dean in the bunker but when he did have it he tried to spend it wisely. Even if time was something that he had plenty enough of, in the long run that is, as an immortal being.

His feet moved on their own, going down the marble stairs where he had been stopping and walking closer to the beach, his wings folded neatly behind him as he moved.

At the same time, your movement changed too, your eyebrows raised as he came closer. Maybe he was one of your customers at the shop yet that couldn’t be since you remember every single one of your customer's faces or spiritual power. You excused yourself from your sisters, walking out of the water to the nearby beach shop that sold drinks and snacks. As you are about to enter his voice interrupts your busy mind that was occupied with finding out who he could be.

“You are different,” he said. The way he spoke made you shiver, cold and calculated yet so soft. Turning around to him your eyes wander from his sapphire eyes to his wings again. His eyes were fixated on you and as he noticed that your gaze wandered to the space behind him, to his muscles that were his pride and joy the corners of his lips slowly turned up and he gave you his hand to shake.

“My name is Michael,” he said now in a much gentler tone, warm and friendly. You shook his hand, not knowing the future you have been setting for yourself with that move, and answered

“Call me Cora”.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Imagine surprising Michael by dressing up as a sexy angel for Halloween

(Tenth day of Halloween)