#spn Lucifer x reader

[couldyouimagine-that]

Saving Grace

Genre; action, hurt/comfort

Word count; 2.1k

Warnings; canon typical violence, arguing

Pairing; Lucifer (Supernatural) x Reader, Gabriel (Supernatural) x Reader

The reader and Team Free Will plus Gabriel and Lucifer are outnumbered by a legion of angels. Lucifer and Gabriel decide at the same time they need to protect the reader.

Another Lucifer and Gabriel story because I love writing the two of them. This was a really fun one!

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The angels were everywhere. You were trapped in a warehouse full of them, each armed to the teeth with steel and fury. Castiel’s powers were completely gone, yet he fought on beside Sam and Dean. Your own angelic blade flashed in your hand, your movements practiced and almost automatic. But you were getting tired. This fight had been going on far too long – there shouldn’t even have been a fight to begin with. With Lucifer and Gabriel in the ring, the legions you faced should have been smoke in the air by now. You couldn’t understand how the angels trying to kill you had access to their powers, but the two archangels on your own side didn’t. From their halting looks of confusion when a snap of each of their fingers did nothing, neither did they.

That left all of you fighting hand to hand, and even with six of you, there were still too many to take on. You flung yourself around towards a torn cry of Dean’s name, seeing Castiel trying to wade through the fight towards your fallen friend. You and Sam quickly followed suit, but the angels closed rank. You couldn’t even see Dean; you had no way of knowing how badly hurt he was. Your only indication was that he didn’t get back up. Distracted in trying to lay eyes on him for just a moment, you felt a searing pain across your shoulder blade and back. The wound didn’t feel too deep, but a slash from angelic steel was excruciating. You stumbled, taking a glancing blow from your left that had your feet out from under you, and there was just enough time to see you would fall directly onto the tip of another angel blade –

The air around you fell silent and still.

Your breathing was ragged, the blood on your back soaking through your shirt. You had lost your weapon somewhere in the melee, your trembling hand instead clutching cloth. Someone gripped your other wrist, deadly silent. You forced your eyes open to see what your forehead was leaning against, almost reeling back when your mind supplied a person, a man, Lucifer. His arm encircled your waist to keep you steady and a second hand alighted on your uninjured shoulder. Lucifer was watching the space directly behind you with an unreadable expression. You turned your head as much as your rattled state would allow to find Gabriel holding your arm, staring back at his brother in exactly the same way. Gabriel broke first to look at you.

“You alright?” He asked cautiously, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes caught on your back. You swallowed harshly and tried to nod. Your grip on Lucifer’s jacket tightened and you were surprised that he let you lean against him more heavily as you tried to regain your bearings.

“What happened?” Your voice was hoarse even to your own ears.

“Fight got too much.” Lucifer sounded oddly subdued, enough so that you made the effort to straighten and see his face. His gaze was unfocused, though it snapped to you as he offered a short smile. “We decided to get out of there.”

You stepped back, finally, and cast around for your friends. You recognised the rusted hallways as one of the entrances to the main floor where you had been just moments prior, but Sam, Cas, and Dean were nowhere to be found. You thought back to what had happened just before you had been teleported out, a dark pit opening in your stomach. Movements frantic now, you located your blade and snatched it up from the grimy concrete floor.

“And what, you just left them there?”

You turned quickly between Gabriel and Lucifer, imploring either of them to prove you wrong. Of course, for once, they stayed quiet.

“Oh no, no, no-”

Injured shoulder be damned, you grit your teeth and set off at a sprint, shoving between your saviours. You knew they had just watched you go without even needing to see it. You careened round a corner and took out an unsuspecting angel standing guard, then on through a set of double doors and another corner. And this time, you skidded two a halt. Ten more angels, blades ready and moving as a singe military unit stood between you and saving your friends. You thought humourlessly that if you believed God truly cared, this would have been the moment you decided to pray. Instead, you let out a roar and charged at the one leading the way, walking slightly apart from the others. Those behind her were arranged in lines of three, shoulder to shoulder and completely blocking off the corridor.

You dispatched two quickly, but that gave the others time to circle around you. You turned to face each, trying to put on a show so they would know you weren’t afraid, that you could take them. You were, and you couldn’t. And they knew it. When three came at you simultaneously, you launched yourself towards the closest one, eyes shut as you prepared for the onslaught of agony which would inevitably lead to your death.

It never came.

You slammed your hands down over your ears at the overwhelming, high-pitched ringing which split straight through your skull. Your eyes narrowed to slits at the onslaught of piercing white light, but you were even more shocked once you could see again. The expanse of a perfect white wing curled around you, protecting you from your attackers. You traced its arch back to Lucifer, who had already killed the three angels nearest to you. You turned at a cry of pain from behind you, seeing Gabriel had just about taken care of the rest. Gabriel faced you with all the self-importance of a king.

“I just dragged your ass out of there and saved your life, and this is how you repay me, with a suicide mission?!”

“We, brother,” Lucifer corrected in a low, warning tone. His wing now seemed more like it was keeping you in place, rather than protecting you from harm. Your first instinct was to lash out at them both, but you tamped down on it. You needed to be practical and Gabriel was right – you would never get to your friends in time.

“How is it that they can use their powers, but you two can’t?” The archangels stopped their fighting before it could really get under way, each giving you an assessing look. “Cas is still cut off from heaven, right? So he can’t do anything anyway. That means they’ve done something specifically to block of the power of archangels.”  

You stepped back from Lucifer, gaze down, mind whirring. There shouldn’t have been anything powerful enough to tamp down on their abilities to start with, and you had never heard of anything that could filter out an archangel’s power but let through that of an ordinary angel. You thought through every sigil you had ever encountered, but not one of them fit. You couldn’t imagine it was a magical object, and even if this could be achieved with witchcraft, the angels wouldn’t deign to use it. That left –

“Got it! There’s warding somewhere, that’s blocking out most of your powers. It’ll be in Enochian, and there’s already so many angels here that I bet you weren’t able to sense it when we came in.” Again, they said nothing. “Come on, please – we need to find it before it’s too late!” They weren’t going to help. You were getting desperate, but pleading for their help had no effect. A scream pierced through into the corridor and you lost what little sense you had left. “You both cared enough to pull me out of there. If you care about me at all, you’ll help me find that warding!”

Gabriel looked from you to Lucifer, and some sort of silent understanding seemed to pass between them. You blinked and they were both gone, and moments later, so were the sounds of fighting from the main floor. Heart in your throat, you sprinted for the entrance. The corridor flew past, yet it seemed that your every step lasted a decade. Rusted old hinges shrieked when you shoved open the doors and burst into the warehouse, to find it almost empty.

Dean was curled over, just barely holding himself off the floor on his elbows. Castiel was on his knees in front of him, blade held forward defensively and his free hand behind him, hovering by Dean’s shoulder. Sam was still on his feet a few paces away.

“What happened?” Dean groaned roughly, trying to look around to see where the angels had gone. You swallowed when you realised that the shadows floating towards the ceiling and gathering in the corners of the room weren’t shadows at all. They were the dust that was left of the angels themselves.

Your steps echoed loudly as you ran towards your friends. You felt certain your relief was palpable, but the others were as wary as you had ever seen them.

“Where’d they go?” Dean tried again, slowly sitting himself up. Castiel looked as if he wanted nothing more in the world than to reach for the injured hunter and fold him into an embrace. The soft flap of wings signalled the return of Lucifer and Gabriel, and Sam took a few defensive steps forward in front of his brother.

“Ah, you’re welcome,” Lucifer intoned expectantly, staring directly at you. Castiel turned to him, saw the direction of his gaze, and leaned towards you immediately, voice urgent.

“Y/N, what did you do?”

“Nothing, Cas. It’s fine-” His hand landed on your shoulder, grip tight, as if trying to convince you of an imminent threat you didn’t believe was there.

“What did you agree to?”

“Nothing!” You took a deep, calming breath. “I realised there was some kind of warding around this place that was allowing all of the angels to access their powers, but not the archangels. You three were surrounded, and Gabriel and Lucifer found the warding, dismantled it, and destroyed the angels who were attacking us. That’s it.”

Dean groaned as he sat further up and Castiel’s concern became split between the two of you. He moved back a little towards Dean, supporting the hunter’s back even when he tried to wave Castiel away. He was too weak to manage.

“You’re not hurt,” Dean ground out, less of a question and more of a confirmation. You nodded, the yes quiet in the back of your throat. “Then what happened to you? Cause you disappeared and I thought one of ‘em had taken you down.”

You found yourself faltering. Lucifer, the devil himself, and Gabriel, two of the only four archangels to have ever existed, had decided simultaneously that your puny little human life was worth saving? You, the only human of untold billions to have lived throughout time that not one, but either of them had ever cared enough to save – you couldn’t even believe the words in your own mind. Dean prompted you again when you failed to answer and you still couldn’t come up with a reply. Aside from being unbelievable, you doubted Lucifer at the very least would want you to tell the Winchesters and Castiel of all beings what he had done, presumably on the spur of the moment. becoming uncomfortable in the silence with everyone’s eyes on you, you looked over to Gabriel for support, preferring your chances with getting help from him than his brother. He seemed to sigh silently.

“They almost did.” Gabriel watched you cautiously as everyone turned to him. “I was close enough to get Y/N out of the way in time.”

“And what about him?” Dean gave a disparaging tilt of his head in Lucifer’s direction.

“What, you thought I was just gonna let my little bro walk out of a fight without following?”

That wasn’t what had happened; Lucifer had been trying to save you too. But you certainly weren’t going to say anything, and it seemed that neither was Gabriel.

Dean still seemed suspicious, but there were other more important things at hand. Sam and Castiel helped him to his feet. Gabriel snapped his fingers and you all instantly appeared back at the bunker. Your head swirled from the chosen method of long-distance transportation and you pitched to the side, reaching out for the nearest available object to stop yourself from falling. When you straightened after a moment of regaining your bearings, it was to see Lucifer smiling smugly down at you. He held his forearm parallel to the ground in such a way that you were leaning on it without drawing anyone else’s attention. You apologised quietly and stepped back in time to see Gabriel staring at his brother yet again. Somehow, you felt sure that having gained the attention of them both couldn’t lead to a good end.

[lillyrob]

Actual footage of me patently waiting for my favorite author to upload😫😫😫

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I love your sex dream hcs and was wondering if you could do Lucifer having an F!reader erotic dream, please? 😁 @tocastielandback

Lucifer/Reader, ≈800 words

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I must apologise that this is not as explicit as the previous ones, but this just felt right. Rated: M

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CW: Body worship, (hints of) powerplay, Dom!Lucifer (if you squint)

Please remember: You are allowed to love yourself.

The feel of your body against his is simultaneously unsettling and highly pleasurable. Your soft lips pepper kisses up and down his chest, warming his cool skin with every touch. He bites at his lip, holding back shivers of appreciation as you work your way upward pressing your own lips against his collar, throat, and jaw. You’re almost at face level, and you incline upwards, pursing your lips, ready to connect them with his own. Instead, he places his hand against your collarbone, splaying his fingers to stretch either side. Forcing your body backwards, his lips spreading into an amused grin. “What’s so funny?” You peer at him quizzically through heavy lids. “You.” He teases, enjoying the way you pout in response. “What would your precious friends think if they saw you like this? Worshipping ‘the devil’?”  “I wouldn’t care.” Your voice, and especially your words, are music to his ears. He promptly releases his hold on your neck, sliding his hand around your back and pulling you in for your reward.

You’re sat, hunched over a desk, nose buried in some dusty old tome when he finds you. Without thinking or caring, he leans over you from behind, planting his hands against the table on either side of you, confining you as he breathes in your scene. He has no idea if it's au naturale or artificial, but it is intoxicating nonetheless, and completely synonymous with you. 

To your credit, you keep your composure, but he can sense the increase in your heart rate.

“What are you doing?” Your voice is slow, deliberate, guarded. He wants so badly to strip away your armour.

“Can’t I just want to see my favourite human?” He chimes.

You don’t respond, refocusing on your book. A pang of petty jealousy? Rejection? Some nonsense ape-like emotion hits him, and he huffs as he pulls away from you. He relocates to the chair beside you, smug at the side eye you shoot him when he haphazardly kicks his feet onto the table.

When your silence persists, he feels the need to fill it.

“Well, since you really want to know, I truly am here to see you.” Still nothing. “I wanted to tell you about a dream I had.”

“Angels don’t dream.” You reply matter-of-factly, and he relishes in knowing he’s about to school you.

“Actually, yes, we do. As an Archangel, I would know.” He enunciates his point with the wag of his finger. Your eyes follow his hand, and he can’t help but wiggle all four of them, knowing he’s caught your attention. “We just have no practical need to sleep, so we don’t do it often.”

“Right.” You sound sceptical, and your sweet, sweet, attention is short-lived as you refocus on the desk. “And what does this have to do with me?”

Keen to draw you back to him, he taps his finger on the desk beside you. When you look at it, he points to himself, guiding you.  You sigh and roll your eyes before you look to his face. He might have been offended, but there’s a playful glint in your eye and growing warmth in your aura that tells him you’re enjoying his company more than you’d like to let one.

“Because you…” He gestures back and forth between you both. “Were in it.”

You blink once, twice; processing. When it settles, you proceed to stare at him, waiting for him to go on. He pointedly stares back at you in silence, folding his arms to display his new authority in this little dynamic. He’s piqued your curiosity, but now you’ll have to ask him for satisfaction.

You’re undeniably cute. Watching your expressions and mannerisms play out as you process his statement, as you realise your predicament, amuses him greatly. You turn back to your work, then to him again, and back and forth as you deliberate between your primary two options. To ask or not to ask. Eventually, the temptation wins out.  

“And?” You raise your brows expectantly. “What happened?”

“If you want to know, you’ll have to ask nicer than that.” He’s pushing his luck, and he knows it, but he’s confident you’re already too hooked to back out now.

You purse your lip as you calculate your next move. The image is unintentionally charming to him. He wonders if you’ll bite now, or if you’ll take the hard-to-get route, pretending you don’t want to know. Either is equally appealing to him, because he’s certain he’ll win out in the end.

Dropping his feet to the floor, he places an elbow on the table just inches from your arm, he uses it for balance as he leans in closer, keeping his expression as straight as possible. “Well?”

The beat of your heart is picking up again; you’re on edge, and he loves it.

“Okay, fine.” You concede. He feels his face twist, like the cat that got the cream, as you continue. “Please, Lucifer?”

[marchtothefuckingsea]

The Devil's Heel - Lucifer (Supernatural)

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Word count: 4k

Warnings: Injury, canon violence and descriptions of gore/injury. Not proofread.

soulmate au (where an angel's soulmate can see their wings because i love thag au so much), x gender neutral reader, no usage of y/n! Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort.

Summary: Reader has a bad past with angels. They get hurt on a hunt and, although they didn't know the devil that has been staying in the bunker was their soulmate, Lucifer comes to the rescue. They're terrified, understandably so.

I groaned in pain as I was thrown into a wall for the second time today. My head slammed backwards against it, and I saw stars. A weak moan left my lips when gravity worked its magic. I slid down ungracefully to the floor, my body a limp heap. My angel blade clattered onto the floor a meter away from me. The demon-who I hadn't identified yet-kicked the knife even further away from my grasping hands; just for good measure.

"You fucking-" I hissed out, shoving myself to my uninjured forearm, hunched over and gasping. My trembling voice did little to hide the panic threatening to claw its way up my throat. This was just supposed to be a salt and burn. Maybe a poltergeist at worst.

"How original." He sneered. A hand came down, gingerly taking my angel blade I always kept at my side. I raised my head and growled, low and raspy, and he suddenly plunged it into my shoulder. A strangled gasp escaped me as I toppled backwards from the force of the blow, clutching my shoulder. The demon ripped it out, cutting my palms in the process. He slashed it across my chest once, then twice over my torso. My vision was blurred badly. I could barely whimper out hoarse noises of agony, only able to toss my head back and forth. I was barely conscious.

Even so, as I drifted in and out of consciousness, I couldn't help but to be forced to relive the pain, the torture that had come during my 'stay' with certain angels.

I heard a voice in the distance.It was the demon; finally tired of toying with me and, with a bored sigh, sunk the angel blade somewhere through my broken ribs. First came the shock. Then I felt a sudden, sharp pain in my chest when I drew in a surprised gasp. It became hard to breath without triggering the agony, so my breath came in short pants. Instinctively, I just wanted the thing in my chest that was causing me pain out. So, without giving it a second thought, that's what I did. I grasped at the handle of the blade, crying out as it slid out of my chest.

The demon immediately knocked the knife out of my hand, as if I was any threat to him in my current condition. I went limp, realizing my mistake of removing the blade when it now became even harder to breathe. My hand rested limply over the wound with the intent to apply pressure, that I didn't have the strength in me for. My eyes fluttered shut.

I flinched when I heard the sound of feathers fluttering; the sound an all too familiar one to me. I struggled to not bolt upright, hoping it was just a figment of my near-death brain, tormenting me before I died. Even so, I forced my eyes open. I fought to focus my eyes on the new winged figure, who was obviously an angel. There was only one angel, I knew, whose wings I could see. It was none other than Lucifer.

Lucifer, the fallen archangel. Lucifer, one of the oldest and most powerful of his brothers and sisters. Lucifer, who was supposed to be caged in the bunker, at the moment. The devil himself, who appeared to have escaped the banker's warding to keep him contained from causing the apocalypse.

My eyes widened in alarm. I forced myself onto my forearms, immediately regretting the action when pain shot through my right arm. Panting, I writhed on my side, struggling to put as much distance between myself and the archangel as I could. His eyes, red with fury, darted between the demon and my broken form on the floor. His wings were spread out in what could only be meant to intimidate. They were taut, and almost vibrated with rage. I heard him mutter something low and angry under his breath, before the demon was a stuttering mess. It apologized hastily, but that didn't stop the devil. He raised his hand, middle finger and thumb tips poised to snap. The demon backed up as if the distance would keep him safe. A snap echoed hauntingly throughout the abandoned room, and the demon exploded into a cloud of black dust. It only reminded me just how powerful the archangel, who now faced me, was. I shrank back, panting shallowly and cradling my broken forearm to my chest.

I heard him say something, but my brain couldn’t register it. All I knew was, before I could even blink twice, he was standing beside me, peering down at me. His eyes, now blue, roamed over my beaten form, taking in my condition. I shifted, struggling away from him until I coughed. My breath hitched in my throat painfully as I twisted around for the angel blade sheathed at my hip, only to remember it had been knocked out of my grip by the demon, and had clattered onto the floor uselessly. Blood bubbled up in my mouth, confirming what I already knew was true. I coughed again, and again, fighting to twist onto my stomach. No matter how much it hurt, I knew I would drown in my own blood if I didn’t; but I couldn’t. The deep wounds on my abdomen bled profusely, soaking the worn floorboards with my blood, so much that it began to pool around me. It made the floor slippery, and my hand slipped uselessly against the floor as I struggled to right myself. With every shallow breath came a little more blood. I continued to cough, instinctively, even though it hurt more than anything.

I didn’t have the strength to fight when I felt arms wrap around my body, pulling me into the devil’s lap as he now kneeled on the floor beside me. Still coughing up blood, I gratefully sucked in the air I could now get, thanks to not lying on my back anymore. I panted, unable to focus on anything but the air in my lungs; and the pain in my lungs that would have had me sobbing if I had the breath to.

When the coughing fit ended, I laid limp in Lucifer’s arms for a moment more, my energy spent. It took me several heartbeats before I began to kick my legs weakly, and then fought against his iron grip. I knew he was abnormally strong, much stronger than any human. If he didn’t want to let me go, I wouldn’t be going anywhere. And he didn’t. My eyes widened in panic, and I struggled more and more against his grip on me. He allowed me to flip onto my side, and I whipped my head up. His eyes had an uncharacteristic softness in them. That, paired with the foreign expression on his face, only served to further confuse and scare me. I had been tortured and nearly killed-only to be healed and brought back for more-by so called angels many times over. I knew how quickly angels could shift. If angels were that terrible, the fallen archangel holding me now could only be much, much worse.

I whimpered pathetically, writhing in his grip as I remembered how he had turned that demon-the one that had just about killed me-into nothing so easily. He was a creature of nightmares, far worse than a demon. He was, after all, the devil himself.

“Calm down, sheesh.” He said, though it wasn’t accompanied by an eye roll or the sarcastic tone it usually would have been. His voice was flat, deadpan at most, tinged with something bordering worry. Almost like..fear? What could the devil possibly have to fear?

I forced myself to still, my breath still coming in pained, shallow pants. He shifted me in his arms, and I found myself letting him. I didn't make any attempt to shuffle away from him, even when I had the chance to do so. Maybe I was too tired. I had lost a lot of blood, after all; I was dying. And I didn't know what the devil had in his plans for me. The thought sent a jolt of fear into my very being.

I did protest, though, when his arms slid under me and he stood, hoisting me up with him effortlessly. I found myself clutching to him with shaking hands, a strangled, painful noise leaving my throat at the

small movement. His wings curled around the both of us almost protectively, although I had the nagging feeling it was more for me than for him. I clung to him as the familiar, yet foreign feeling of angel teleportation washed over me. The few times I had experienced it, it had felt completely different; it had felt wrong. Uncomfortable, to say the least. My entire being had tingled almost painfully, like pins and needles. But this time, with Lucifer, it felt familiar in the most foreign way possible. A comfortable warmth spread through every fiber of my being. One that almost felt as if it were coming from inside me, as well as him; instead of the pins and needles that had tried to painfully penetrate my skin before. If it hadn't been for the terror of my past trauma, I might have even found it comforting.

When my eyes finally focused, I realized we were at the bunker. I felt a little better at the familiar surroundings. Simultaneously, remembering the Winchester's absence, my fear rose. But exhaustion and shock were beginning to catch up to me. As well as the knowledge that I would most certainly die if I didn't tend to my injuries.

"Let me go." I mumbled, pushing my hand against his chest.

"Do you really think you can stand in your condition?" He argued, but he shifted me in his arms anyway. Carefully, with more caution that I would have expected, he stood me on my feet. He didn't go far, nearly hovering over me as he let me go. As soon as he let go, my legs buckled, and he was holding my waist, lowering me to the floor.

"Get away from me." I hissed out painfully. My chest felt like I had been stabbed again as I inhaled sharply.

"Do you want to die or do you want to die?" He shook his head, glaring at me. "Stubborn humans." He muttered under his breath, crossing his arms.

He turned around, taking several paces away from me before spinning back around. "What will it be?"

"I- I need help." I admitted quetly, hanging my head in defeat.

"I guess you're not the most stupid one." He mused, as if this were a game. "But, haven't you ever been told not to make deals with the devil?"

I grit my teeth. "'S not really like I have a choice right now."

"Right-o there." He grinned. He kneeled beside me once again. His hand outstretched, two fingers poised to touch the most fatal wound I had; the puncture to my lung.

I shrank away, willing myself to allow it to just happen. As his fingertips began to glow, I panicked.

"No, no. No grace-" I mumbled out, flinching into the wall.

He noticed my fear and, unlike I had expected, he withdrew his hand immediately. His expression was torn for a split second, but ultimately he allowed the confusion to show clear on his face. "What? Why not?"

"I can't..explain. Just.." My voice shook. "Please." I said quietly, my lungs hurting more with every word.

He surprised me yet again with the suddenly softer tone in his voice. "I'm going to have to, for this one at least." He explained gently. I debated, struggling internally. He waited patiently, never showing a hint of impatience or irritation.

"Okay." I answered softly. I felt how each breath hurt more and more; it became harder and harder to suck in air as my lung collapsed. He nodded grimly, so close now that he took up the entirety of my unfocused sight. In my peripherals, his wings curled around me protectively, though I tried not to focus on them. I had a hard time believing that the devil was suddenly protective of me, but I didn't want to think of how his wings could be boxing me in as well.

He glanced at me for confirmation, surprising me, and I nodded. Still, I couldn't help but to shrink against the wall as his glowing fingers met the fatal wound on my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my jaw and preparing for the pain that usually came with an angel's healing.

But just like before, Lucifer's grace was warm, and entirely unpainful. Compared to my previous experiences with being healed by angels, where I had felt the bones in my body shifting painfully back into place, and the stinging of open wounds being forced back together; this was a part of me. It was something bigger than both of us, I could sense that much, but there was something in me that rose up to meet his grace when he used it on me.

I found myself relaxing at the comforting warmth, the safety, I felt. My muscles relaxed, and I slumped against the wall. A small sigh left my lips when I realized I was able to breathe without nearly as much pain anymore. Still though, I hesitated to open my eyes.

"It's done." Lucifer's voice told me, uncharacteristically kind. I knew once I was in my right mind again, I would be getting serious whiplash from this.

"Thank you." I said gratefully, finally opening my eyes. I had to stop myself from jerking back at his unexpected closeness. His vessel's blue eyes were level with mine, something unreadable flitting around in them.

"Let me heal the rest." His voice wasn't pleading-he was the devil, and he never would stoop that low-but it was close.

"No, I'm-" I hissed between gritted teeth as I pushed myself to my feet. He stood quickly, mirroring my actions. "I'm fine."

I took a hesitant step forward, still weak, and stumbled right into him. "Woah there." He said, catching me by the shoulders, his wings once again curling around me; seemingly out of instinct, by now. I flinched purely out of instinct, although I didn't know what I had been expecting to happen. He had already proved he wouldn't harm me.

"I'm fine." I repeated stubbornly, suddenly aware he had healed my arm, too. I looked down at my arm, then to him, narrowing my eyes. "Thank you." I said half begrudgingly.

He shrugged. "Figured you couldn't bandage yourself up with just one working arm."

"Guess so." I grunted, shuffling against the wall. I stopped in the hallway, just outside the door to the infirmary. I closed my eyes, leaning against the doorframe and letting out a nauseated breath.

"You good?" His voice made me jump. I hadn't expected him to follow me here; I thought he would have lost interest now that the threat of death was no longer looming over me. The excitement was gone. Even more puzzling, was the seemingly genuine question from the devil.

"I'm good." I answered, a bit more harshly than I had intended to. He didn't seem offended in the least.

With more effort than it should have taken, I finally pushed the door to the infirmary open, staggering in. I immediately went for the painkillers, before remembering the archangel that had followed me into the room, not leaving my side for a second. I hesitated, before groaning and turning to the bandages and disinfectants. I hoisted myself onto the bed, letting everything onto the bed beside me.

Tugging my shirt off, I still hissed in pain at the various deep slashes that were littered across my stomach and ribs. I looked up for a moment to find Lucifer leaning against the doorframe, a frown on his face. As soon as he caught me though, he immediately opened his mouth to, most likely, make a sharp remark.

"Not in the mood." I ground out, my eyes flashing to his for a brief moment. Surprisingly, he shut his mouth.

Tears welled in my eyes at the burning sensation as I dabbed at the gouges in my skin with a water-dampened cloth. My hands shook. This wasn't even the worst of it yet.

Next came the alcohol. That was, until I couldn't help the whimper and the involuntary jerk of my hand that caused the bottle to go flying onto the floor. I grasped my stomach as if that would help to lessen the pain, gasping. Out of the corner of my eye, I could have sworn I saw Lucifer flinch simultaneously.

"You need, uh, you need help with that?" He offered, his voice guarded as he tried not to sound too helpful.

"Yeah, probably." I sighed in defeat. I held myself still from flinching when he came closer. His fingertips brushed mine as he took the bandages and cloth. Gently, he dabbed at the gashes running across my stomach, while my hands balled up the white sheets into fists. I grit my teeth.

"I could just heal them." He insisted again, sighing in annoyance.

I shook my head. "Why are you so against my grace?"

"I just am."

"There's more to it than that." He huffed, but the feathers on his wings didn't ruffleI as they usually did when he was irritated. I knew it was an invitation to open up to him.

I sucked in a sharp breath at the alcohol he poured onto a wound, jerking back slightly. "I haven't had the best experiences with it. Or angels in general." I said hesitantly, quietly. He hummed, indicating he was listening. "They..they tortured me before. For information." I put it bluntly. I didn't see the point in dancing around the truth, not around the devil.

A frown had formed on his face. His jaw was rigid and his wings moved towards me slightly, taut with tension as well. "What kind of information?"

"About you." My voice was small, in an attempt to not anger him further. It wasn't my fault, but I didn't know that.

His eyes began to glow with the faintest hint of red, and every muscle in his body was tensed. "Lucifer?" I asked quietly. He took a step back.

"This whole time, they knew, and they dared to-" He muttered to himself. At the rage in his voice, I unconsciously leaned away from him, my arms coming up around my now-bandaged waist defensively. He immediately cut himself off when he saw the fear on my face and in my posture, taking a deep breath. His eyes slowly faded back to his vessel's blue. His wings were still taut, but he gave me a look to continue.

"They would leave me nearly dead, then heal me up again with their grace for another round." I told him what I knew he wanted to hear; what they had done to me. Why I was afraid of his angel's grace. I grit my teeth, furiously wiping away the tears in my eyes. It had happened only a few months ago, and the memories were still fresh enough to almost feel them as I explained it.

His face held a sort of understanding now that he knew. He nodded, though I could still feel the fury radiating off of him.

"Why are you still here?" I asked, in an attempt to break the ice and as a genuine question. "I'm not going to die anymore, there's no more excitement to be had." He pretended to look offended.

"Couldn't let my soulmate just die now, could I?" Soulmate. Even though it sounded foreign to me, it almost immediately seemed to make sense. It was the word, no, the explanation I had been looking for since the strangeness of his grace, compared to the other angels. That, and the closer bond that had seemed to draw the two of us together ever since he had first used his grace on me.

Even so, I had to consciously make an effort to close my mouth that had opened in shock. "We're-"

"Surprise! Your soulmate is the devil. Lucky you, right?" He grinned, though I could see something in his eyes that wasn't right.

"No, more like lucky you." I smiled weakly, still unsure. I had come across very brief, shallow information of angels and soulmates before in different texts, but I still knew so little about it. "You get a hunter as a soulmate."

He faked a grimace. "Yeah." He seemed more relaxed though, and I knew what I hadn't been able to place in his eyes before. He was afraid that I would be disappointed. That he had waited only god knows how long for a soulmate-maybe even believing he didn't have one, as part of his punishment-only for his soulmate to hate him, to hate being tied to the devil himself.

"So how does this..work…now?" I trailed off, gesturing between us.

"We're attached at the hip now!" He exclaimed.

"Seriously. Why didn't this come up before? How long have you known? Did-" I was silenced by a finger to my lips, and suddenly Lucifer was much closer than he ever had been, face inches from mine.

"Quiet with the questions, sheesh." He groaned, leaning away. "May I?" He motioned to the empty spot on the bed beside me. I nodded.

"First of all, my grace, well, activates the bond, you could say. That's why this hasn't happened before. I didn't know until then, either. Although, I've always had this nagging pull towards you, I suppose. Annoying." He huffed. I unconsciously leaned towards him, our shoulders brushing.

"Being my..mate," He almost hesitated at using that word, glancing at me, but I didn't grimace or react negatively towards his word choice. "Your soul is intertwined with mine. In other words, you have a small bit of my grace in you. And I, a small piece of your soul."

"That's why your grace doesn't hurt." I mumbled in realization, more to myself than to him. "Oh."

He looked down at me, eyes telling me to explain. "The angels, when they used their grace on me before. It was like it was penetrating into my skin. It hurt. But yours…didn't. Not at all."

He explained more, but I began to nod off against his shoulder, exhaustion finally catching up to me. The sound of his voice was surprisingly comforting as I dozed, until he stopped, noticing my unconsciousness.

"Let's get you to your own bed." He stood, slowly, so I had time to wake up before I dropped from his shoulder. I jolted awake at the movement, apologizing profusely once I realized what I had done. The smug smile on his face told me enough.

I leaned against him heavily as we walked down the hallway to my own room. He shoved the door open, nearly supporting me by my waist. I immediately slumped onto the bed with a sigh and a wince. My eyes already began to shut again, until Lucifer pulled away. When I opened them, his wings were taut, poised to leave.

"Don't go."

His look was one of surprise. "What?"

"Stay here." I knew, with the events of today, that my nightmares would be haunting me the minute I slipped off into sleep. I didn't know how to explain it to myself, least of all to him, how I felt safer with him there. How the prospect of him leaving at the moment was almost scary to me. I didn't have to though, he read it all through our bond.

He nodded silently, kicking his shoes off and sitting on the edge of the bed. He waited for my confirmation before pulling me against him and lying us both down on the mattress. With a sigh, I felt myself immediately relaxing against him.

I felt safe as I drifted off, though somewhere in the back of my head, I knew this was the devil and he was dangerous. But I also knrw there was no threat here. Not as long as he was with me.

[hornedstorys]

SPN Lucifer x Reader - a kiss for every good deed

Warnings: Kissing, it gets a little sweeter at the end, nice Lucifer

Synopsis: When Lucifer refuses to help you on a hunt, you offer him a kiss in return. Was that a good idea?

“We don't need him to manage this hunt,” Dean growled, pointing at the devil who was sitting at the table with a smug grin, listening to you argue.

“But Dean, he's got enough power to help us with this vampire nest,” you try to persuade him, but the Winchester didn't exactly look enthusiastic and more importantly; convinced. You huffed in annoyance and turned to Lucifer, who looked at you with sparkling eyes.

“Come on Lucifer, help us,” you begged him. The angel's grin only widened when he realized you were almost begging him. But he shook his head. For him, the whole thing was just a game and he especially liked to make you squirm.

Sam looked back and forth between Dean and you and was about to say something until Dean spoke up again: “You see (Y/n), he's not going to help us. We've dealt with vampires before. This time we'll do it too,” these were Dean's final words and you looked at him uncomprehendingly.

He was right that you had dealt with vampires before, but this time there were more of them and they weren't creatures to be underestimated. You were about to resist when Dean disappeared from the room. Sam put a hand on your shoulder with an encouraging face and followed his brother.

You took a deep breath and exhaled, then turned to face the devil. His mischievous eyes looked at you openly and cheekily.

“What can I do to get you to help us, you stubborn devil?” you said, sitting down on a chair next to him. Lucifer tilted his head and made an exaggerated, thoughtful gesture. He tapped his lower lip. You rolled your eyes.

“There won't be anything you can give me, little dove. I like watching Dean fail,” he scoffed and you just looked at him dumbly. Until a thought occurred to you.

“A kiss.”

At those words, Lucifer's brows drew upwards and even his eyes widened. Had he just heard that right?

“A kiss? Sweetheart, a kiss with the devil is like entering into a pact,” he said, grinning broadly, almost diabolically, but your gaze remained steadfast.

“I can handle that.”

Now he just raised an eyebrow and looked at you intently, as if he was looking for you to hesitate. Then you held out your hand to him and his blue eyes followed your movement.

“For every hunt you help us, you get a kiss. Deal?” He looked at your hand for a while longer before taking it in his and nodding.

“We have a pack, sweetheart.”

“But no tongue,” you grumble and Lucifer wiggled his eyebrows, ”I won't promise anything.”

And sure enough, Lucifer appeared in the middle of the action when you were surrounded by vampires. Much to the astonishment of Dean and Sam. They were all the more shocked when Lucifer turned to you with a grin, stretched out his arms and you walked towards him. He was so ready to feel your lips on his, but you pressed your lips against his rough, cold cheek.

Dean's jaw almost dropped to the floor and Sam's eyebrows shot up. While the angel looked at you, almost pouting. He had expected otherwise.

“We didn't say where I should kiss you,” you grinned mischievously at him and grabbed his chin with your upturned hand. You gently squeezed his cheeks and he just looked at you. His light beard was rough under your touch.

“Naughty girl,” he said as you let go of his cheeks and walked back to the car. But his cheek was still tingling where your lips had been just a few minutes ago.

And so it went on and on. He helped you and got a kiss from you on his cheek. And the devil liked it. It made him addicted and curious. Curious about how your lips would feel on his.

The brothers were rather critical of the whole thing, but you skillfully ignored Dean's words of warning.

“Stop playing with me, worm,” you almost turned to him in offense at that nickname as you were in the middle of reading a book. Lucifer leaned against the doorframe and looked at you with a gaze you couldn't interpret. You looked at him with innocent eyes, but also because you honestly didn't know what he meant.

He grumbled in annoyance and stepped towards you. You tensed, waiting to see what he would do next.

“Lucifer,” you started and he shook his head.

“No, (y/n). No Lucifer,” he leaned down towards you so that your faces were only inches apart. Your pulse quickened and you wondered if maybe the action from last time had been too much of a fall. Lucifer grinned.

“No, that action wasn't too excessive, dove. But I think you sometimes forget who you're dealing with,” his voice became a hiss and your cheeks burned.

“Just one more hunt, Lucifer. Then let's drop the deal… okay?” you pressed out and you could feel your throat constrict while Lucifer's menacing gaze was still on your face. Oh God, he was so close to you that you could almost feel his cold skin. Nervously, you licked your lips.

The devil seemed to be brooding and for a millisecond that you hadn't noticed, his eyes turned red. He pulled back and nodded.

“Good, one more hunt.”

Then he was gone.

You stood nervously in front of the old warehouse. Your pulse was racing. You wondered if Lucifer would really come. Maybe he was disgusted that you were giving him a kiss. Maybe he was just curious to see what it was like. After all, angels weren't made for love. But Lucifer was no ordinary angel.

“You guys ready?” asked Dean, and Sam and you nodded. Well the hunt was reasonably successful. You'd gotten some hard time, and not just once. Although Lucifer had come to help you again, he couldn't help you in time.

Groaning in pain, you leaned against a tree and held your arm, blood now flowing down it. Your eyelids became heavy and you vaguely noticed how Dean spoke to you. His worried eyes scrutinized you and now something else came into your field of vision.

You briefly had the feeling that glowing, red eyes were coming towards you, but the glow quickly cooled and Lucifer's face appeared. There really was worry in his eyes too.

“You stupid human,” he cursed, eyeing your injury. You smiled weakly at him, but you were too weak to form words. Lucifer offered to help you. He could take away your pain, and he did. Warmth flooded your body as he healed you. But it was all too much for your body and you passed out.

Hours later, you woke up, only to be startled the next moment when the devil stood next to your bed and looked at you.

“Do you have to scare me like that?” you asked him and were about to throw a pillow at him. He looked at you mockingly.

“Easy for you to say. Who almost died today and gave us all a scare?” he asked curtly and you sighed as you rubbed your aching head.

“I'm sorry. I don't know what happened,” you whispered and briefly your eyes fell back on the man next to you. ”Thank you.”

The words came shakily from your lips. You were still dazed. But you hadn't forgotten how that bastard had saved your life.

“But I'm your bastard! And you're welcome!” He spread your arms and you actually had to laugh a little. Lucifer sat down next to you and you could feel his powerful presence again.

“But you know you still owe me one,” he grinned broadly and you nodded.

“A kiss.”

“A kiss,” he nodded.

Weakly, you leaned towards him, having to support yourself on his shoulder, wanting to give him a kiss on the cheek. Lucifer gently supported you, holding you by the hips. But before you could reach his skin, the fallen angel pressed his cold lips to yours.

Your eyes widened, but you quickly relaxed. You leaned into the kiss and a calmness flowed through your body. But Lucifer wanted more and his tongue invaded your mouth. You gasped and held on to his shoulders because you were still so weak. As if in slow motion, you slowly pulled away from each other. And suddenly it was even colder when his lips were no longer touching yours.

Still surprised, you looked at the devil. His eyes rested gently on yours and he carefully stroked your cheek. You shuddered.

“A deal with the devil isn't so bad after all,” you quipped and Lucifer's eyes twinkled.

“Be careful what you say, little dove.”

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

True (Lucifer SPN)

Pairing: Lucifer (Supernatural) x Reader Words: 1.5k+ Warning(s): Shapeshifter, a lil bit of angst, some heated stuff ehehe A/N: Im rewatching Supernatural and it rekindled my love for Lucifer. What is it with me and Lucifer ahaha. I hope you guys enjoy~

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You grunted and winced, the fabric bag that was over your head ripped off your head. There standing in front of you was a damn Shapeshifter with your damn face. They smirked at you as you struggled against the ropes binding you. You were on a case alone that was supposed to be a simple salt and burn, and it was. But apparently the shifter in town caught wind that a hunter was in town. The guy who spoke to you before you left town at the gas station must've been the shapeshifter; before you became his new face. He was the last person you saw before blacking out. You looked around and pieced together you were in some sort of basement.

"Wakey-wakey, (Y/N)." He chuckled. "My, my... To get ahold of someone who is so close to the Winchesters. I must've won the lottery!"

"If you know anything about them you would know you can't fool them." You snarled back.

"I am currently learning everything about you." He tapped your forehead, "I already know juicy details about Sam and Dean and oh! The bunker too. I'll pay them a little visit and kill them in their sleep~." The shifter walked away from you, slipping your hunting bag over their shoulder. "I left you some food and water, can't have you dying on me! Toodles!" He chucked your knife close by you before leaving the basement.

You smirked to yourself, seems like your imposter hasn't learned everything about you yet. Like how you were in a relationship with the Lucifer, your soulmate. You had to stop yourself from praying to him, just in case the shifter would be able to access that. If the boys didn't figure it out soon enough, Lucifer would definitely tell the difference. You felt almost sick that a shifter took on your face, you just hope they would stopped in time.

You maneuvered the knife your doppelganger tossed you to your tied up hands, and slowly you began cutting away at the ropes. When the ropes were cut off you immediately started looking for a way out. The only window to the outside was way too small for anyone to enter or exit.

"Damn." You growled. You walked to the door, just in case there was a slim chance it was left unlocked; it wasn't. You sighed and attempted to kick it down, didn't work. "There has to be something the dumbass left around."

You sighed and began your search through out the basement, hoping this would all be over soon.

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Shapeshifter you pulled into the garage around 10pm and smirked. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to get ahold of you; one of the closest people to the all too well known Winchester brothers. He felt all too confident that he could trick the two easy-peasy. He locked the car and strode into the bunker, a cocky smirk was on his, technically yours, face.

'All I have to do is wait until they fall asleep.' He found his way to the library of the bunker and there were Dean and Sam, not suspecting a thing. The two looked up from their laptops and grinned.

"How was the hunt, (Y/N)?" Dean asked.

"Pretty easy. The ghost didn't stand a chance against me." Shifter-You grinned and sat down at the table with them.

"Good you got back in time, we found a big hunt about 3 hours from now and we want to go first thing tomorrow. We also want to bring your boyfriend too, we may need his help with some things." Sam passed over the newspaper article of whatever they want to hunt. The Shifter mentally cursed at the fact you had a boyfriend, he hadn't had enough time to learn more about you.

"Sounds good." He gulped as he scanned over the paper. He carefully eyed the two brothers as they continued talking about a game plan for the hunt and he hoped more of your memories would become accessible to him. "Well I am going to my room and catch up on some sleep, see you both later!"

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." They both waved and he got up from his seat.

"There is my one and only favorite human!" A voice the shifter didn't recognize shouted behind him. He turned around, ready to act like you, but practically froze on the spot.

'This bitch is dating Lucifer?' He internally screamed and put on his best (Y/N)-esque smile.

"Hey there, babe~" He continuously began silently freaking out when the Devil leaned in and kissed the shifter-yous forehead. Did he successfully trick the infamous fallen angel?

"You look scrumptious." Lucifer smirked.

"Ugh get a room you two." Dean grunted, causing the shifter to turn and face him.

"Don't worry Dean, there won't be anymore PDA."  Lucifer wrapped his arms around the shifter, his arms tightening. "Because this isn't (Y/N)."

"What the hell?" Both Dean and Sam grabbed their guns, keeping them at the ready.

"Lucifer w-what are you talking about?" The shifter paused for a second before struggling with all his might to break free from the practically bone crushing hug from Lucifer but he couldn't.

"Demon?!" Sam shouted.

"Nope, a shapeshifter." Luci smirked, his eyes shifting to red. "Oh you are so going to regret shifting into my (Y/N)."

"If you harm me I won't tell you where they are!" The shifter tried to bargain.

"Are you stupid or dumb? I am archangel Lucifer, I will find (Y/N)."

"Why do you want to find that bitch anyways? They think of you as a monster, Lucifer." The shifter snarled. "I have access to all their memories and thoughts. You disgust them, repulse them even. They think you are nothing. The mere thought of you touching them makes then want to burn their skin on off-"

"Shoot them, they bore me." Lucifer sighed and shoved shifter you forward. Before the shapeshifter tried running, both Dean and Sam landed two fatal shots with silver bullets. Your body fell to the ground with a thud... And the shifter was dead. The Winchesters eyed Lucifer carefully but his face was unreadable.

"Uh are you okay, Lucifer? They were saying some pretty harsh stuff as (Y/N)."

"That was rookie stuff." He shrugged his shoudlers. "Take care of this while I go find (Y/N)."

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You sighed and slumped against the pillar you were once tied to. It had been hours since the 'evil you' left and you were feeling exhausted. Your search for a way out was futile, but you had high hopes for a rescue. You figured that the Shapeshifter should be at the bunker by now, so you were pondering your choices.

"Ah fuck it." You closed your eyes and began concentrating, preparing to pray to Lucifer.

'Lucifer-'

The sound of fluttering wings made you snap open your eyes, Lucifer was standing right in front of you. He grinned and held out a hand, which you gladly took, and he immediately pulled you into an embrace.

"I knew you would know." You buried your face into his chest, hugging him tight.

"I will always know who the real you is. Now let's get you home." You felt the usually spinning when Lucifer teleported and next thing you know, you were in the bunker library.

"Where's the brothers?"

"They are taking care of the Shapeshifter. Let's go to our room." He took hold of your hand and you both walk down the hallway to your room. You watched Lucifers carefully, you can tell there was something wrong and you knew it had to do something with the shifter.

You arrived to your shared room with Lucifer. Once the door was closed you pulled him into a deep, emotional kiss; your body pressed against his. You break away and stared deeply into his eyes, placing a hand on his cheek.

"I am sorry if shifter-me said anything to you, Luci." You sigh,"What happened?"

"Why are you apologizing? It wasn't you." He lead you to the bed to sit down. "That shifter said you hated me basically, that I am disgusting. And watching "you" die was something else."

"Aw Lucifer, I love you with all my being and I hope you know that I could never see you as a monster." You wrap your arms around his shoulders and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Now, I was stuck in a dusty, dirty basement all day. I think a shower with my favorite Devil~"

"Oh I like the way you think." He smirked. "Let's get those restricting clothes off.~"

"No need to tell me twice." You maneuvered and now you were straddling Lucifer, you ran your hands through his sandy blond hair. You felt his hands go to your hips, and slowly they made their way to your back. His hands slid under your shirt, the light and gentle touches made you shiver.

"My favorite human, my soulmate, my love." Lucifer murmured in your ear before he kissed your neck. He held you tight while he left little hickies along your collarbone.

You felt pure happiness in that moment with your soulmate Lucifer.

[writtenfan]

Imagine: You’re escaping the apocalypse world with the gang and you finally admit your feelings to Lucifer.

FemReader x Lucifer

Warning: ...That tension before somebody “throws hands” and gets dropped..Oh and some displays of affection...yuck right?

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You look up at the sky and say to him how beautiful the stars looked.

“We’re stuck in a wasteland.”

You roll your eyes “Excuse me, for trying to stay positive.” You say with a grunt.

“Your excused.” He groaned as he sat down on a small boulder.

You shot Lucifer some side-eye as he grabbed a stick on the ground and began prodding the dirt at his feet in disgust.

You turn your attention to a few humans holding supplies in their hands, casting apprehensive gazes at you and Lucifer. He senses your silence and turns to look at them, he sneers a smile and pats the spot near him.

“You guys wanna hang and toast some marshmallows?!”

“Fires on me~...” he looks at the ground and lights a small selection of sticks on fire with an eye squint and a finger flick.

They jumped and sped up down the road, talking amongst themselves, heading where numerous tents were made in a large circle. You watch them as they mingled with the small crowd. Forming an angry little cluster.

“Your loss...” Lucifer sang as he threw the stick across from him. It snapped as it hit the trunk of a tree with precision. He waved his hand and the fire extinguishes.

“Why are you over here huh?” He sighs as he leans back and pats his thighs, looking at you with lax eyes. “I’m sure you don't want the gang to find you being so close to me...they’re already suspicious…” he lets out a playful yawn. “...I might corrupt that brain of yours...”

He holds up his hands and wiggles his fingers with a chuckle before continuing his thigh drum solo. “Ooooo....” giving a weak ghostly imitation.

You turn to face him and shrug with a smirk. You tell him you're as corrupted as you’ll get.

“Is that a challenge? Because I could test that…if you wanna really gauge that assumption.”

You look at a nearby tree and scrunch your face with a laugh, you say no.

He glances away from you and the corner of his mouth rose, but he stopped this by sucking in his lower lip. He made a popping sound and pat the space beside him as he scooted over, still not looking at you. You made your way to the spot with a smile and sit down next to him. He makes sure not to touch shoulders with you, but his legs are spread so far apart from its hard not to brush the side of your leg with his. He twists his head to you, his patting rhythm growing quicker. You look at the ring on his finger and then at his face. He lets out a long sigh, looks around, and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him, and talks with his hands, his mouth hovering close to the side of your face.

“You didn’t want me to be alone. So you decide to sit in a secluded little area….” His other hand rests itself on your leg and gives you a light squeeze. “...with me.” He tilts his head up and looks down at you with a relaxed expression. “Why?”

Your face grows warm and you throw your head back and look at the starry sky denying that was the reason.

“Come on...you know...I know…what we have between us is It more than just like like...” He nudges your shoulder and lets his hand slide to the middle of your back. HE rocks you back and forth with a laugh “You know I’m right...I see those gears whirling around in that head of yours.”

You look back at him and say you don't know what he's talking about, this makes him bite his lower lip and slide his hand off as he rocked himself onto his feet and stood in front of you, pacing a bit.

“I kissed you. And you didn’t pull away...” 

You clench your jaw hard as he says this.

“So, what’s the situation?” He throws back his head and gestures at the sky. Before pressing his hands together with an annoyed look. You stand up as he begins walking towards you shaking his hands as he talks.

“Bam! Son’s, born. I’m knocked into this nightmare and stranded. You and Jack bonded, while I was stuck off-world, then I found my way back, and found you again...boy wasn't that emotional?...and that hot little catfight between you and Jo ensues~”

You scowl at him and he holds up his hands, “That's beside the point...the thing is. From the cage. To the stage...Right back into your favorite meat suit of mine…you're there.” He stops in front of you, only inches away looking down at you with a whiny expression.

“So. Come on, spit it out. I have to hear it, I need to hear it.”

You snap your hand to his shoulder. His eyes widen as his face switches to confusion as you grab onto the shoulder of his jacket and pull him in close so that you're closer to his face, eyes to eye with him. You hover him there and he stares at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, an expression of complete shock. You flick your eyes across his face. His mouth, eyes. Nose and you pull his lips into yours. It's messy, his lips didn’t match up right but this was only for a second as you pushed him off you and he staggered back with a dumb grin. You turn around and start walking away.

“Waaaait where you going?!” he laughs, jogging up in front of you, walking backward so he could keep looking at you. “So...were a thing now.” he wiggles his shoulder and winks at you.

You tell him to watch his step as he trips over a rock.

He starts laughing and does a little jump in the air and claps his hands. 

“ALLLLRIIIIGHT!”

You tell him to keep quiet as you walk into camp and the humans turn their heads to look at you. You see Sam coming out of a tent and looking towards you both.

Lucifer swoops in beside you and leans close to your ear, pulling you close by the shoulder.

“So, once this is all over. You. Me & Jack.” He makes a flying motion with his hand. “Outta here. Come on, bonding time. All three of us!” You look into his ecstatic blues and manage to smile for a second before Sam comes bounding over to you two and Lucifer pulls his hand away from your shoulder, clasping his hands.

“What's going on here?” He says momentarily glancing at Lucifer and glaring before looking down at you with concerned eyes.

You tell him everything is cool and pat his shoulder, you watch Lucifer with narrowed eyes, mouthing for him to cool it. He nods with wide eyes and then places his hands on his hips and leans back, stretching, he interrupts the silence with a loud exhale.

“Yeah, we were just making out.”

You stop breathing as he points to you then himself.

Sam glances at Lucifer, “Yeah, whatever just…” he had started to pull you away by the shoulder when his grip tightened, fully taking in what Lucifer had said, and your lack of of a quick denial.

He turns his head back to you slowly, clenching his jaw. “W-what?”

Lucifer laughs a high pitch giggle, takes a deep breath and leans forward towards Sam. 

“She loves me, k-i-s-s-i-n-g....and know what comes after that...”

You slowly turn to face him with an angry glare and Lucifer gives you a snarky wink as he bites the corner of his mouth.

Your face grows hot and you inhale through your teeth, keeping your eyes on Lucifer who you attempted to leap towards but Sam kept you held steady as he pivoted to Lucifer.

He stands in front of you and Lucifer and places both his hands on your shoulders shaking you. “Look at me.” He turns his head and closes his eyes “ dammit (y/n) he’s not being serious....right?” You can’t look at him, you look off to the side telling him to calm down.

“T-this is just a joke..” he searches for an answer in your eyes and doesn't get the response he wants. “Tell me Crowley didn’t warn us and we just let it slide thinking it was a joke!”

-Flashback:-

“Lucifer has a thing for (y/n) just so you know. I'd keep tabs on that…might make her into his personal love slave. Another baby incubator. ”

His words rang through Sam's mind.

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You suck in your lips, and open your mouth to talk eying a now giddily silent Devil.

“D-Dean!” Sam calls out to his brother in a forced calm tone as he attempts to pull you to his side, but Lucifers hand snaps onto Sam's shoulder.

“I don't like that grip.” He says curtly, staring Sam down, all the playfulness wiped from his face.

Things were getting too hot too fast and you blame Lucifer’s need to cause drama.

Sam pushes him off him and lets go of you, stepping up to Lucifer’s face looking down at him with a scowl. “You keep your hands off me.” He points to you “off her.” He prods Lucifer’s chest hard but he doesn’t move “off everybody.” 

Dean rushes from the right-pointing his gun to Lucifer who slides to your side and wraps his arm around your waist, you struggle and tell him to let you go with a now serious tone, but he doesn’t budge. Staring at the Winchesters with moxie.

“What the hell is going on?” Dean grumbles looking at this sudden gesture in confusion.

“Go on, tell them,” Lucifer says softly behind you, close to your ear. You push him away.

“Tell us what.” Dean tilts his head to the side and stares at you, then at Lucifer with disgust at how close he was while Sam is pulverizes Lucifer with his eyes.

“Go on….this is the best time if ever…” Lucifer chuckled moving to your side and locking eyes with you.

“Tell them” he said in a more commanding tone which made you even madder.

You tell Lucifer to shut up and he gives a hurt little gasp but kept his attention on Sam and Dean who he was taunting nonverbally.

You shake your head with a scowl and tell them nothing is going on. You say that it's complicated, you tell them that you’ll explain everything somewhere more secluded...as you notice a few people getting noisier by the second.

“Ok, this isn’t making any sense to me.” Dean gestures with the gun keeping his eyes on yours.

“Cut the crap and tell us y/n.” Dean lowers his gun and gives his brother a glance, but Sam’s mind was somewhere else as he stood looking down at Lucifer clenching and unclenching his jaw.

You say you have feelings towards Lucifer, feelings that are constantly being tested, you stress, locking eyes with him, and that you don’t want to talk about it more until you figure things out and get the hell out of here.

“Oh hell no.” Dean’s reply was curt but simple and he gave no warnings as he turned and pointed his gun to Lucifer who turns to face the barrel with a sneer.

“What do you think your going to do with that? Make a new button hole for my jacket?” Lucifer mutters gesturing to his jacket. You get even more between the three, Lucifer on one side the two on the other, mostly for their safety.

You tell them that this is over, and to leave this be. You then turn and slam your hand into Lucifer’s chest and he snaps his hand to it with inhuman speed holding it there. You tell him that this was the wrong decision, the wrong time And he lets you yank your hand away from him.

Dean clears his throat and you turn to him. “Alright and I just made a decision of my own...We don’t need Lucifer anymore.”

Dean grumbled whispering something into Sam’s ear, receiving a nod back.

Lucifer tilted his head and laughed gesturing towards Dean.

 “Oh really? You think I’ll just let you do that? Come on...try it.”

You shout to them all that they can’t do anything to Lucifer, and that he can’t do anything to them. You make it clear that he’s needed to get out of here and you don’t want any more deaths period.

You run your hand through your hair and walk towards your tent. Sam flinches and follows you. Dean says a few words to Lucifer which leaves him standing in the clearing biting his lip, but eventually Dean follows after you. You refused to talk anymore despite their pestering, Sam leaves after some arguing but Dean stormed off. But that sure didn’t stop Dean from venting about the situation to Castiel and Gabriel.

“-Hey... At least we don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

You jump turning to Lucifer who was laying across your cot, giving you a little wink. You pick up your backpack and chuck it at him. Which he catches. Sadly.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 20: Mind Control- Lucifer (SPN)

A/N: ⚠️ please be aware that this is a dark fic with non con themes in it so content warning and please don’t read if you don’t like that ⚠️

Summary: Lucifer finds out how well he can control humans and uses that new ability on the Winchester’s sister

Word count: 1, 129

As the Impala pulled up to the bunker garage, you were glad to finally be home. The hunt wasn’t very physically taxing but it was mentally exhausting. Your mind felt weak and you just wanted to lay down.

Walking through the halls of the large bunker, you were grateful to be getting to your room. Once you opened the door however, the person, or perhaps a better word would be ‘being’, you saw brought out anything but gratitude in you.

Lucifer stood before you and just as you were about to scream or run, you found you were unable to. Panic began to take over you as you stood before him frozen.

“Hello, little Winchester, I’m so glad you’re finally back. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for you to return.” He says, the tone of his voice almost toying with you.

Making his way closer to you, you try once again to move or shout, but unfortunately your attempts are in vain. As he stands before you, his finger tips begin to trace over your face and slowly trace across your lips. Being frozen you try to move your face or even close your eyes, but now even that is taken from you.

“You know, an angels grace can give them so many abilities. I only just discovered for myself how well I’m able to control humans. I’ve been practising and as you can see, from your frozen state, I’ve gotten quite good. I can make you do whatever I want.” He taunts you, as he leans his face in closer to yours, your noses now touching.

Fear strikes you as you realise what this means. The more time passes the more frozen you seem to become. Now unable to show any emotion at all, you simply stand there in a trance-like state.

Looking down at you, he now chuckles, happy to see just how well this new ability is working. His once light touches and tracing fingers, now shove their way into your hair, pulling at your scalp and shoving your head back.

“I want to use this new power to my own advantage against your brothers of course, but for now I’d like to have a little fun.” He continues to taunt you.

Looking down into your eyes, he sees nothing but complete compliance, this making his smile wider. He leans down closer until his lips are almost on yours. You believe he’s going to kiss you but you’re grateful that he steps away.

Your gratitude only lasts so long however before it is turned to fear once again.

Walking away, he makes his way over to your desk chair, turning it around so he can sit facing you. He sits down dominantly and you begin to panic as he unzips his jeans and pulls out his impressively hard cock, stroking it lightly as his legs widen.

“Come over here, little one.” He orders.

Your mind becomes terrified as your body begins to move towards him in your zombie state. His smile grows and the hand on his cock lightly speeds up with each step you take.

“Now kneels before your king.” He orders, smirking darkly as you fall to your knees before him.

“Such a good girl.” He praises as he strokes your hair.

You want nothing more than to take his hand and break it, call out to your brothers, scream! But your body is limp and terrifyingly compliant, leaving you with no choice but to do whatever Lucifer orders you.

“Now, put your pretty little mouth and lovely hand around my cock and make me cum. I know you can be a good girl and do that.” Comes his next order.

A tight grip in your hair moves you forward, though there is no need, your body was moving towards him anyway.

You can’t believe the position you’re in, on your knees, in front of the devil himself and sucking his cock.

Your lips wrap around the head of his cock, moving up and down, sucking and licking as your hand pumps the rest of him. He told you that you’d make him cum and that’s exactly what your bodies doing.

If you could look up, you’d see his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut and his lip between his teeth.

“Oh fuck. Such a good girl for me.” He moans out in praise as his hand in your hair guides your head down further.

“When I take you back to hell, I’ll have to train you to do this without my grace. You’ll be my good little slave, you’ll beg for my cock to be inside you always.” He moans out darkly, his hips now moving with his hand.

The thought of being his slave and what that means starts to sink in. Surely he can’t do that, you wouldn’t do this from your own free will. Your brothers will find him and save you.

Leaning his head down, his lips ghost by your ear.

“Once I cum in your pretty little mouth, you’re mine. You’ll crave my cock always and do whatever I say to get it. Once my seed makes it’s way into your body you’ll be mine forever.” He tells you, chuckling darkly.

Before you can fully process what he’s said, he begins to stand, his cock still in your mouth.

“Stop sucking and touching me. Keep my cock in your mouth and open your mouth up wide.” He orders and once again your body complies.

Your hands are besides you limply and your mouth is hung open wide. He takes the back of your head with both hands to keep it still and begins to fuck his hips into you.

You begin to gag around him and tears begin to roll down your cheeks but there is nothing you can do.

“Look at me while I fuck your throat, little one.” He orders with a strained moan and you knew he was close.

Looking up you see the devil himself with a smirk on his face in a state of sexual bliss.

“I’m gonna cum down your throat and you will be mine.” He warns as his thrusts become harder and faster.

The back of your throat and your scalp are burning as he continues to thrust into you harshly. With one last particularly harsh thrust, he roars out a moan as his warm seed is forced down your throat.

Slipping his cock out of you, he laughs loudly at your still open mouth and your fucked out face. He chuckles darkly as he gathers your spit and tears, pushing them back into your open mouth.

“Now you’re mine.” He whispers in your ears as he lifts you up and you feel yourself being transported somewhere.

[jokingmisfit]

Heavens Finest

Art By Archangel-Wings on Devientart

Poly!Archangels x Reader

Prompt- “I must be in heaven.”

Sorry it’s so short I wrote it in my car cause y’know homelessness. Enjoy!

The soft music swam in the air giving the perfect ambiance, as Lucifer likes to call it. The perfect combination of food laid out on a large blanket. The lights in the bunker dimmed just right. The rain tapped lightly on the bunker windows.

Our little group sat/laid cheerfully in a neat pile on the blanket. It was hard to get all of them calm enough to enjoy the little experience. It was a compromise from the original plan. 

With neither of the brothers in the bunker each angel wanted to use the situation to their advantage. Michael wanted to have lunch together, Raphael wanted to read and cuddle, Gabriel wanted to eat cake together for lunch, and Lucifer just wanted to sit and bask in my attention.

After a short-lived argument between the boys my best conclusion was to do all of it. Obviously they tried to refuse every idea I had. Eventually it was me crumbling and telling them to forget about it. What I hadn’t expected was to be pulled back out by an apologetic Raphael. They had set it all up themselves.

We long stopped eating as we’ve tired ourselves with a miniature food fight. The jokes and giggles have died down to a calming scene; I lay with my head on Raphael’s lap, my legs held by Michael, and Gabriel and Lucifer laying their heads across my stomach and lap.  

A small smile tugs at the corners of my mouth and the eyes I’ve been trying to hold open are slowly closing.

Lowering my hand to Lucifer's hair and turning my face more into Raphael’s lap as I slowly drift off. 

A few moments before I let sleep finally settle over me I whisper without even realizing.

“You four really make me feel like I must be in heaven.”

[procrastinatingacademic]

Updated Masterlist

Started: 28 February 2025

Last updated: 30 May 2025

Total works: 36

Angst💥; Fluff💫; Suggestive themes🔥

I don't write smut. All fics are 'x Reader' unless stated otherwise. I strive to mostly write gender-neutral Reader-characters, and I don't use Y/N.

DC Comics

The Scarecrow/Dr. Jonathan Crane

Ongoing series - There's nothing to fear when I'm with you (Jonathan x female OC)

Fighting boredom

John Contantine

Ongoing series - Restless: A Constantine/Good Omens Crossover (currently on hiatus)💫🔥(No Reader-character)

The Riddler/Edward Nygma

Starlight is for dancing🔥

Black Mask/Roman Sionis

We were together, I forget the rest💫🔥

The Sandman

The Corinthian

(The lesser of) two evils💥💫🔥

Life is the flower for which love is the honey💥💫

Morpheus/Dream of the Endless

To see a world in a grain of sand (Blind!Reader)

Grishaverse

Kaz Brekker

Stay💫

It is lightning that does the work💥💫

Nikolai Lantsov/Sturmhond

A mother is the truest friend we have💥💫 (Mother Figure!Reader)

Two ships in the night💫

The Hunger Games

Haymitch Abernathy

The Survivors 💥(Haymitch x female OC; slow burn) (Ongoing series)

Criminal Minds

Dr. Spencer Reid

Experience💫

Your song💫

Kidnapped for the vibes💥💫 (UnSub!Spencer Reid)

Interview with the Vampire (2022)

Armand

Would you like to be?💥💫

House of the Dragon

Larys Strong

Darkness shared by two💫🔥

Marvel

Dr. Stephen Strange

A little less awkward💫

Daredevil/Matt Murdock

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter 💫🔥

Greek Mythology

Apollo

Apollo - Autism💥💫 (No Reader-character)

Hermes

Hermes - Kleptomania💥 (No Reader-character)

Hades

Hades - Separation Anxiety Disorder💥💫 (No Reader-character)

Hypnos

WIP: Hypnos - Narcolepsy

Potterverse

Newt Scamander

Hold me close💥💫

Sirius & Regulus Black

The best way to make children good is to make them happy💥💫 (Parental Figure!Reader)

Supernatural

Lucifer

Wings of snow💫

Eyes of fire🔥

Gabriel

WIP: Run away with me, mon amour

Arcane

Viktor

Memorise you💥💫🔥 (Blind!Reader)

The Witcher (Netflix)

Jaskier

Sing a song only you can hear💫

Untitled WIP

Critical Role/The Legend of Vox Machina

Percival "Percy" de Rolo

While the music lasts💫

Prodigal Son

Malcolm Bright

Shut your eyes and see💥💫 (Blind!Reader)

Sherlock (BBC)

James "Jim" Moriarty

The world is boring for boring people💥💫🔥

Good Omens

Ongoing series - Restless: A Constantine/Good Omens Crossover (currently on hiatus)💫🔥(No Reader-character)

Various

The Three Musketeers (Anderson, 2011)

Aramis/René d'Herblay

Be kind, aim for my heart💫

Le Comte de Monte-Cristo (de La Patellière & Delaporte, 2024)

Edmond Dantès/The Count of Monte Cristo

Count your blessings

Amsterdam

LA by Night/Vampire the Masquerade

Robert Garrick

All your tomorrows start here💫

[bisexualcrowley]

Dance with the Devil

Pairing:  Lucifer (supernatural, ooc) x Fem! reader

Summary: Lucifer is being forced from the Winchesters captivity to the cage once again, so he and Y/n make the most of their last moments together

Content/warnings: Angst, forbidden love, mutual pining, songfic, kinda fluffy if you squint? 

Word count: 1,342

“Hey, Luce” Y/n called softly as she paused in the doorway, offering a sad smile as the man she had grown so fond of looked up from his position in the devil’s trap. “I know they say never to dance with the devil, but why don’t you help a girl out and let me give it a try”

Lucifer looked broken in that moment, one leg curled up to his chest and the other stretched out in front of him as blue eyes fighting back tears stared up at his friend, but he mustered a weak smile before getting to his feet, confident exterior returning with the silent steps bringing him to the edge of the devil’s trap.

Taking his movement as a yes, Y/n pressed a button on her phone, Michael Buble’s “You don’t know me” echoing throughout the barren room as she slid the object into the pocket of her jeans and walked slowly to the edge of the circle. 

You give your hand to me And then you say hello Lucifer offered a hand to her, eyes locked on Y/n’s as she paused at the edge of the trap, hesitating momentarily before taking the devil’s hand and being led into the circle. 

And I can hardly speak My heart is beating so

No words were spoken between the pair as they swayed in time with the music, Y/n’s hand moving from Lucifer’s to hook her forearms around the back of Lucifer's neck, his own hands circling her waist and pausing on the small of her back before having a change of heart, and bringing them up to pull Y/n into an embrace.

And anyone can tell You think you know me well

Well, you don't know me

Y/n tucked her head against Lucifer’s neck, sighing contentedly as he shifted his head down to rest his chin on top of Y/n’s. The man trembled as he took a deep breath, trying to commit the scent of her shampoo to memory before he was sent back down to the pit. 

No, you don't know the one Who dreams of you at night And longs to kiss your lips And longs to hold you tight

A hand stroked through Y/n’s hair, down her back

Oh, I'm just a friend That's all I've ever been 'Cause you don't know me

Y/n sniffled, shutting her eyes against the tears threatening to spill down her face.

For I never knew The art of making love Though my heart aches with love for you

The rough denim of Lucifer’s jacket rubbed against her skin, the contrast between it’s abrasive surface and the softness of his head again her’s bring the hunter a strange sense of comfort

Afraid and shy I let my chance to go by A chance that you might love me, too

The pair moved side to side ever so slightly, at this point barely dancing, more hugging while stepping in a circular pattern

You give your hand to me And then you say goodbye I watch you walk away Beside the lucky guy

They fit together so perfectly. Everything they had, everything they had become, it seemed miraculous to Y/n, and knowing they were about to lose it all in less than an hour broke her, unable to imagine a life without the man in front of her in it

You'll never never know The one who loves you so Well, you don't know me

Y/n fought against the doubt in her mind, knowing that she had already messed enough by falling in love with Satan himself, for allowing herself to get close, to be dancing with him right now. Then again, she thought, what’s one more little thing, after all that, and so she opened her mouth to speak

For I never knew The art of making love Though my heart aches with love for you

“Luce, I...” Y/n pulled her head away from it’s resting place on the man’s shoulder, moving to lock her own eyes onto his, a hand sliding onto his cheek as a sob escaped her lips. “Shhhh, darling, you don’t have to say it. I know. I do too.” He whispered, pressing one hand over top of Y/n’s on his face and his other coming up to wipe away the silent tears falling from his love’s eyes.

Afraid and shy I let my chance to go by A chance that you might love me too

Y/n’s breath shuddered as she inhaled quickly, rubbing her thumb over Lucifer’s. “Then you understand why we can’t, Lucifer, no matter how much we want it”

You give your hand to me And then you say goodbye “I know, darling, I know. I just... I wish you didn’t always have to do the right thing, wish we could have this, be happy, with none of the consequences” Lucifer squeezed Y/n’s hand, giving her a tight smile before pulling her into a crushing embrace again as they continued to sway to the music.

I watch you walk away Beside the lucky guy, oh

“Imagine if we could freeze time right now... If we could stay here in this moment, forever.” Lucifer whispered hoarsely, his arms wrapping around to pull the hunter impossibly closer. "I am... It’s beautiful”  Y/n’s words came out as a choked sob, no longer able to hold back the tears which now flowed freely down her face, matching the ones trailing from the devil’s eyes.

You'll never know The one who loves you so You don't know me, hmm

“We’ll find a way to be together again, my love, I promise you that this isn’t the end” Lucifer didn’t believe his own words, but did know that he’d fight like hell to make it happen, and he buried his face against Y/n’s shoulder, stifling a sob into the fabric of her sweater.

You'll never know  The one who loves you so Well, you don't know me

The song faded to an end, but neither body let go of the other, frozen in the crushing embrace long after their legs stopped moving. Minutes passed like seconds, the silence of the room enveloping the couple in what felt almost like peace for a time they didn’t know, and they only released each other when the click of footsteps moved from the entrance of the bunker towards the room Lucifer was held in. Y/n couldn’t bring herself to say anything as she stepped backwards out of the devil’s trap, tears brimming in her eyes once again as Lucifer shrugged his jacket off in silence. His eyes held more emotion than words could ever tell, staring adoringly at his love as he held his hand out, offering the jacket for her to take. Y/n’s face drew into a tight smile when she took the clothing, holding the rough denim to her chest with a silent sob. The footsteps drew closer, and Lucifer tilted his head towards the doorway, a sad smile mirroring the one on Y/n’s face as she nodded back at him, and with a final glance, she left the room, quickly walking through the halls and collapsing against a wall out of sight of Lucifer’s room. 

A sob escaped her lips at the sound of Sam and Dean entering the space and she pressed her forearms to her ears in a desperate attempt to drown out the sounds of whatever hellish thing they had to do to send Lucifer back to the cage.

A shout echoed through the bunker, causing Y/n to wince and draw her knees to her chest, but was followed by silence, and she allowed her arms to drop from her head, drawing the denim jacket to her face once again. She knew the Winchesters would come looking for her, would send Cas to find her eventually, but at this moment in time Y/n couldn’t bear the thought of moving, and so there she stayed, crumpled on the ground of the bunker, clutching the fabric.

You'll never know The one who loves you so Well, you don't know me

[couldyouimagine-that]

Humans

Genre; hurt/comfort

Word count; 1.4k

Warnings; a bit of violence towards the reader, arguing, but it gets relatively resolved (happy ending)

Pairing; Lucifer (Supernatural) x Reader

The reader feels bad for no discernible reason and Lucifer tries to help, but his own prejudices against humans get in the way.

I think this is pretty in character for if Lucifer ended up caring about the reader, I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

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Even as Lucifer watched you where you stood, not yet aware of his presence, he berated himself internally. You didn’t feel good, for no discernible reason as far as he could tell. You were just having an off day. He took in your quiet sigh, the slope to your shoulders, and the feeling you were projecting, and he didn’t just want you to stop feeling bad. He felt the uncomfortable need to make you feel better personally. He hated humans with every fibre of his being, and he hated how he cared for you almost as much. But that didn’t stop him from clearing his throat to make himself known to you. It didn’t stop the little surge of pride he felt when you immediately went to him and slotted yourself against his side.

You were sure enough of him that you felt safe not to say anything, instead just winding your arms around his waist and leaning your head against his chest. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, dropping the book he had been holding onto the table beside you. You glanced down to see what he had been reading, but the whole text was written in Enochian.

“Nothing interesting,” Lucifer commented when he followed your gaze. “Just a bunch of stuff about heaven. And half of it’s wrong.” He said the last part in a silly voice just to make you laugh, and cursed himself for being happy when it worked. He still wanted to break the silence when it became clear you weren’t going to do it yourself. “So, what’s going on?”

You sighed again, eyes glazing over while you thought over your answer. And you sighed again when you failed to come up with anything substantial.

“Nothing.”

Lucifer curled a finger beneath your chin to make you meet his disbelieving expression. You just shrugged helplessly, because it really was the truth.

“You remember I’m an angel, right? And I can feel how bad you feel right now?” You mumbled an affirmative. “So, talk to me. Tell me what’s going on with you.”

“I mean it, nothing’s going on. Nothing’s wrong, I just feel bad for no reason. I don’t know why.” You went to pull away from him, upset with yourself rather than him, but he tightened his grip to prevent you from leaving. You gave him a half-hearted push which of course did nothing and quickly resigned yourself to remaining in his arms.

“Humans,” he ground out, his eyes flashing red for just a second in his frustration. You felt a pang of hurt at what you thought was his dismissal and tried to pull away again, more seriously this time. When he again refused to let you go, you fought his grip genuinely. He pressed you hard to his chest seemingly on instinct, trapping your arms between you and easily capable of stilling you. He looked confused while he did though. “Hey, hey, Y/N. What are you doing?” He made his voice ever so soft, low and calm and one of the main reasons why he was able to manipulate people into doing what he wanted. But you knew that voice, and you refused to let yourself be manipulated by it. The confusion became mild annoyance at your continued insistence on trying to extricate yourself from his arms, but he let you fight him until you ran out of strength and were left panting heavily, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Lucifer tilted his head down and forwards slightly, trying to catch your gaze. “You done?”

“Will you let go!” Yelling at him certainly wasn’t going to help, but you were out of other options. You thrashed around again and this time, he did exactly what you wanted. He let you go, and the force with which you had been fighting him was enough to fling yourself partway across the room, landing on your back and scrabbling to get upright once again.

“What is it with you today?” His exasperation lit a burning fire within you.

“Don’t pretend to care about me,” you spit back, only then realising that those words had pushed things too far very quickly. You remembered with a somewhat sickening clarity that this wasn’t another human you were dealing with.

Lucifer crossed the room in a few strides, giving you precious seconds in which you could do absolutely nothing. He hauled you to standing by the collar of your shirt, then up off your feet, and you gripped his wrists desperately aiming for any kind of purchase. He brought your face close to his, the anger in his eyes making you wonder if you had misread the situation entirely.

“Are you serious right now?” He hissed, threatening and quiet. “’Pretend to care about you’, really? You think I try to get any other human to talk to me when I can see something’s wrong? That I insist on getting an answer out of any other human when they refuse to talk to me?” He looked like he wanted to shake you until you saw sense. You got control of your pounding heart with great difficulty, softening your grip as much as you dared and lightly smoothed your thumb over Lucifer’s wrist in what you hoped was a calming gesture. Regardless, you were still agitated.

“Forgive me, but you hate humans!” You paused, but you repeated yourself when he said nothing. “Why would I think I’m any different?”

“Why would you-” Lucifer drew in a breath through his bared teeth. “Why wouldn’t you think you were different? Why else would I be here with you?”

It was rhetorical anyway, but you couldn’t think of a single thing to say in response. He actually did care about you. It wasn’t just some long winded game of his that you had been swept into, where he was making you dance to his song. Lucifer himself cared about you. The realisation had to be clearly written on your face, but that fact that the archangel was internally kicking himself was not clear on his own. First he didn’t want you to be upset, then he wanted to be the cause of any improvement to your mood, now he had gone and told you word for word that he cared for you. That was the exact opposite of what he had been trying to do. He dropped you back to the ground unceremoniously and turned away, ready to beat a hasty retreat and regroup with himself, but your small, panicked voice stopped him in his tracks.

“No no, wait, don’t go I’m sorry!” You looped your arms around his waist from behind. He knew you were scared of what he would do but you did it anyway, and that was enough to make him stop. “I didn’t – I had no idea you…” You swallowed harshly. “I’m sorry.”

He paused, took a breath, then spun around and pulled you into him harshly. He almost crushed you against his chest as some small outlet for his anger, but you were beginning to realise that perhaps it wasn’t all directed at you.

“I hate humans,” he murmured into your hair, voice catching on a lower register, “but I don’t hate you.” And I hate that just as much was as clear as if he’d said it aloud. You held onto him tighter anyway.

“I thought you were annoyed that I was upset for no reason. You’re just annoyed that you care about how I feel at all. I get it.” Lucifer’s grip came close to bruising then.

“My Dad, you make things difficult, don’t you.” You looked up to meet his gaze, confused, but he just shook his head. He had no idea why you were being understanding but he knew you shouldn’t have been. Lucifer drew a hand back through his hair with a deep sigh. “Let’s go somewhere, hm? We’ve been here long enough.”

That was in favour of having a real conversation about how he could neither put aside his hatred for humanity nor his care for you. Or about how you were dancing with the literal devil and trying to close your eyes to both the moral weight of your choices and their far more real consequences. But you were at least distracted enough to feel your mood improving and even if Lucifer was difficult, he cared about you enough to try and help.

[gilverrwrites]

Im back on my supernatural shit, can you please do TFW + Gabe and anyone else you wanna do reacting to finding out the reader had a dirty dream about them?

Author note: Me too Boo, me too. I added lucifer, just cause I wanted too. Hope you enjoy! I also switched things up with gifs for each instead of one image for everyone. Lemme know which one you guys prefer.

Rating: M/18+

Please remember: that it is enough to exist as you are.

Dean

You’ve never seen a bigger shit-eating grin in all your life; he looks like he hit the jackpot.

No matter how much or how little you tell him, he won’t stop making jokes or bragging how bad you want it.

Dean I need you t- “Yeah you do.” Stop it! “Bet you weren’t saying that in your dreams last night.” *Gesturing at something even remotely suggestive* “Hey hey hey, did we do that?”

He promises to stop if you give him the full run down.

And when you do, he’s like Christmas came early.

All wide eyes and dopy smiles, occasional blushing.

He’s got a million and one questions throughout, but the final and most is obviously: “You wanna go at the real thing?”

Sam

Immediate shuts down for like 5 minutes. His brain has to comprehend and then reboot.

He won’t joke or make fun of you, at least not in front of other people.

But as soon as you’re alone, he’s got questions, lots of detail-oriented questions.

He’s not outright asking what your dream was, just teasing you with meticulously detailed fantasies of his own posed as questions.

“Did I make you beg for it? Did you make me beg?” “Were you completely naked, stretched out underneath me? Were my hands around your throat?” “What did I say? Did I tell you I would ruin you? That you deserved it? Did you want me to?”

Castiel

Angels don’t dream. Primarily because they don’t sleep.

So, he’s not really sure what to make of this confession at first.

Queue the signature furrowed brow and head tilt.

“Why?” I don’t know, I didn’t do it on purpose! “That’s true. I suppose this is your mind’s subconscious way of informing you that you are sexually attracted to me."

Boy, he doesn’t beat around bushes.

He would need time to stew on it from there.

It could be hours, days, maybe weeks before he brings it up again.

“I am curious about your dream.” What dr- oh right. “I am flattered. Should you be willing, I would like to discuss this more. For example, which of us…”  

Gabriel

You can sense the raised brows and the satisfied smirk before he even does it.

“Reeeeeally?”

Gabe’s reaction is very similar to Deans, just like a Trickster in a candy store.

Only he’ll wait to get you alone before he starts bombarding you.

If you won’t tell him outright, he’ll keep guessing.

And every new guess is accompanied by a costume and/or scenery change.

“Maybe we filmed the newest instalment of casa erotica?” “No? Maybe you paid Dr Sexy a visit?” “Mile high club?” “No? Kinkier? You into a little BDSM?”

I’ll let you fill in the visual blanks. 😉

Lucifer

His reaction is a lot more subdued. 

That doesn’t make it any less dubious. You can feel the smugness radiating off of him.

He’ll ask earnestly enough to start out.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

When you refuse, he doesn’t push. Doesn’t joke, or tease.

But the smile he keeps giving you.

The way he watches you, totally engrossed but poised, is enough to drive you crazy.

When he finally asks again, later on, in that low, relaxed tone:

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me all about your dirty little fantasies?”

Temptation really is his game.

[whopraysforsatan]

request from @thatid0it666 Maybe Lucifer helps reader out with a hunt. And him seeing reader covered in blood from killing the monster kinda turns him on. And so on. Or something like that.

Pairing: Lucifer! x F!Hunter

Rating: M/18+

The abandoned warehouse reeked of copper and rot. Moonlight sliced through broken windows, casting long shadows across concrete floors stained with decades of industrial grime. She moved silently, machete gripped loosely in her right hand, her boots barely making a sound despite the debris scattered across the floor.

Lucifer followed a few paces behind, watching with undisguised fascination. He could have simply snapped his fingers, reduced every vampire in the building to ash. But where was the fun in that?

Besides, watching her hunt was... entertaining.

A rustling sound from the left had her pivoting smoothly, her body coiled with predatory tension. Lucifer leaned against a rusted support beam, crossing his arms.

"Behind the shipping crates," he said, just loud enough to hear. "Two of them. Thinking they're being clever."

Her eyes flicked to him, then back to the crates. She gave a single nod and adjusted her grip on the machete.

"You could help," she said, voice flat.

Lucifer's mouth curled into a lazy smile. "I am helping. I'm your supernatural radar, remember?"

She didn't bother responding, just moved toward the crates with efficient purpose. No hesitation, no fear. His little hunter was a machine built for killing.

The first vampire lunged as soon as she rounded the corner. Young, stupid, probably turned within the last month. It telegraphed its attack with a hiss. She ducked under its outstretched arms and brought the machete up in a clean arc. The head separated from the body with a wet sound.

Blood sprayed across her face and chest in a fine mist. She didn't flinch, didn't even blink.

The second vampire was smarter, keeping its distance, circling. Its eyes darted between her and Lucifer.

"You're with... him?" it asked, voice trembling slightly. At least this one was old enough to recognize what Lucifer was.

She tilted her head. "Yes."

"Then why - "

"Because my little hunter likes killing things," Lucifer interjected cheerfully. "And I like watching her do it."

The vampire made a desperate lunge toward a side door. She was faster, cutting it off with three quick strides. The machete flashed once, twice. The vampire's head hit the floor with a dull thud, followed by its body.

Blood splattered across her face and neck, dripping down her throat to stain her already soaked shirt. She straightened, turning to face Lucifer. Her expression hadn't changed, but her breath came slightly faster, her pupils dilated.

Something hot and electric shot through Lucifer's body at the sight. His little hunter, standing in a pool of blood with intense eyes and not a shred of remorse.

"There are four more," he said, voice rougher than he intended. "Three in the back office area. One by the loading bay."

A nod, then a glance downward. "Messy."

"Very," he agreed, pushing himself off the support beam and walking closer. The blood wasn't cooling yet, still gleaming wet in the moonlight.

He reached out, dragged a finger down her cheek through the blood. She watched him, unblinking, as he brought the finger to his mouth and tasted it.

"Not bad," he murmured. "Young. Probably ate clean."

Something flickered in those eyes. That strange intensity that was becoming familiar. It wasn't just determination. More like... interest.

"The others?" she asked, her voice still steady, but with a subtle edge to it that hadn't been there before.

"Can wait," Lucifer decided, stepping closer.

No backing away. Of course not. Fear wasn't part of his little hunter's vocabulary these days.

"Efficient," he said, gesturing to the bodies around them. "Clean kills. No wasted motion."

"I've been hunting since before I learned to drive," came the reply.

Lucifer smirked, reaching out again. This time, his hand found a throat, thumb pressing lightly against the pulse. "But never quite like this, I bet. Never so... free."

Her pulse jumped beneath his touch, the only indication that she was affected at all.

"The blood turns you on," she observed, detached even as her body responded to his touch.

Lucifer laughed, a sound that echoed in the cavernous space. "Look who's talking."

He backed her against the nearest wall, hand still on her throat. His touch wasn't gentle, but it wasn't meant to hurt either. Just to control. To possess.

"You didn't exactly object when I suggested this hunt," he reminded her, leaning in to speak against her ear. "Didn't bat an eye when I mentioned this nest had a thing for college girls."

"They needed to be put down," she said simply. "I'm a hunter. It's practical."

"Practical," he repeated, amused. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

He pressed closer, inhaling the scent of blood and sweat and something uniquely her beneath it all. His free hand slid beneath her jacket, finding the warm skin of her waist.

"You know what I think?" he whispered, lips brushing her ear. "I think you like this almost as much as I do."

Her hand came up suddenly, fisting in his hair and yanking his head back. Her eyes, when they met his, were intense and focused. Her breathing had quickened, pupils blown wide.

"Stop analyzing me," she said. Then she kissed him.

There was nothing gentle in the way her mouth claimed his. Just hunger and need and the metallic taste of vampire blood. Lucifer growled against her lips, pressing her harder against the wall. His hand moved from her throat to her hair, pulling sharply.

She bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood and he laughed into her mouth, the taste of his own blood mingling with that of the vampires.

"Right here?" she asked when they broke apart, voice slightly breathless but still steady. "With four more vamps in the building?"

"Adds to the thrill, don't you think?" Lucifer tugged at a belt, working it loose with practiced fingers. "Besides, they're scared. They can feel me. They won't come near us."

Her hand closed around his wrist, stopping him. For a second, he thought she might actually refuse. But then she reached for her machete, dropped in their initial embrace.

"Lock the door," she said, pointing with the blade to the loading bay entrance.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, amused by such practicality even now. With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent a surge of power that slammed all the doors in the vicinity shut, deadbolts engaging with metallic clicks.

"Better?" he asked.

Her only answer was to shove him back against a stack of crates, machete still in one hand. The blade came to rest against his throat, its edge cold and sharp against his skin.

"You act like that scares me," he said, not bothering to hide his arousal at the aggression.

"I know it doesn't." She lowered the blade, using its flat side to push his jacket open. "But you like it anyway."

He did. Satan himself, the Morning Star, allowing a human to press steel to his throat. Allowing her to draw his blood. He should have killed her for the presumption alone.

Instead, he grabbed her hips and lifted her onto a nearby table, knocking aside rusted tools and debris. Her legs wrapped around his waist, the machete clattering to the floor as her hands found better purchase on his shoulders.

Moonlight streamed through the high windows, illuminating the blood drying on her skin. Vampire corpses lay not ten feet away. And all Lucifer could think about was how badly he wanted to claim his little hunter right here in the filth and death.

"The things you do to me," he muttered against warm throat, tasting salt and copper.

Her pulse thrummed beneath his lips, a steady rhythm that belied the chaos around them.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling hard enough to sting, and he let out a delighted laugh. The pain was nothing - less than nothing - but the audacity of it, the sheer gall of this human woman yanking the Devil around like he was hers to command? That was intoxicating.

He shifted his grip, hands sliding under her thighs to hoist her higher against him. The table creaked under their combined weight, a flimsy relic of human industry that wouldn’t last much longer. “Careful, sweetheart,” he teased, drawing out the word with exaggerated flair. “You break it, you buy it.”

Her only response was to grind herself against him, a move that made his breath catch despite himself. 

He kissed her, hard and possessive, tasting the blood still lingering on her mouth. She met him with equal ferocity, hands clawing at his back, nails leaving marks that would heal in seconds but felt glorious in the moment.

The sound of movement - a faint shuffle from the back of the warehouse - cut through the haze. Four vampires left, he’d said. Three in the office, one by the loading bay. They were still out there, cowering, probably sensing the archangel in their midst and the slaughter he’d allowed to unfold. Lucifer didn’t care. Let them wait. Let them tremble.

She broke the kiss, head tilting toward the noise, her hunter’s instincts kicking in even now. “They’re moving,” she said, voice rough but focused.

“Let them,” he replied, casual as ever, his hand sliding up her side to rest just beneath her ribs. “They’re not stupid enough to come closer. Not with me here.” He leaned in again, lips brushing her jaw. “And I’m not done with you.”

Her eyes flicked back to him, that intensity flaring again. “You’re reckless,” she said, but she didn’t pull away. If anything, she pressed closer, her body a contradiction of tension and surrender.

“Reckless?” He laughed, the sound echoing off the warehouse walls. “You’re just lucky I’m in a sharing mood tonight.” His fingers tightened on her waist, possessive and unyielding. “Now, where were we?”

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she yanked his shirt up and over his head in one swift motion, tossing it aside to land somewhere among the debris.

The table groaned again, louder this time, and Lucifer decided he didn’t care if it held. He shoved her jacket off her shoulders, exposing more of that blood-streaked skin, and pressed himself closer, the heat of her body seeping into him. Her legs tightened around his waist, urging him on, and he obliged, hands roaming with a purpose that was anything but gentle.

Somewhere in the distance, a door creaked - probably the loading bay vamp making a break for it. He could feel its fear, a faint pulse of panic that amused him almost as much as her defiance did. “One’s running,” he murmured against her throat, not bothering to lift his head.

“Let it,” she said, echoing his earlier dismissal. Her voice was breathy now, but still firm. “I’ll get it later.”

“We’ll get it later,” he corrected, nipping at her skin just hard enough to make her gasp. “This is a team effort, after all.”

She didn’t argue, just tilted her head back to give him better access, her hands gripping his shoulders like she could hold him in place. As if he’d go anywhere else right now. The warehouse, the vampires, the blood - it all faded to background noise, drowned out by the sound of her breathing, the feel of her beneath him, the taste of her on his tongue.

She shifted suddenly, hands planting firmly on his chest as she shoved him backward with a force that caught even him off guard. He hit the concrete floor with a solid thud, the blood-slick ground cold against his back, and she was on him in an instant, straddling his hips. Her hands stayed on his shoulders, pressing him into the grit and grime, her eyes burning with that fierce intensity he’d come to crave. Lucifer grinned up at her, wild and unhinged, his chest heaving with a laugh that vibrated against her palms.

“Well, hello there,” he purred, voice thick with mock surprise, though his hands were already clawing at her hips, fingers digging into flesh with bruising force. “Someone’s feeling bold.”

She didn’t respond, just shifted her weight, grinding down against him in a way that made his breath catch and his grip tighten. The concrete was cold and rough against his back, gritty with decades of filth, but he barely noticed. All he could feel was her - hot and alive and unrelenting, her thighs clamping around him like a vice. Blood still clung to her skin, drying in streaks across her throat and chest, and the scent of it mingled with sweat and the faint tang of her arousal. It drove him mad.

He surged up, flipping them in one fluid motion so she was sprawled beneath him, her back scraping against the floor. She hissed at the sting, but her legs hooked around his waist again, pulling him closer, daring him to stop. Her shirt was half-torn already, soaked with vampire blood, and he ripped it the rest of the way off, fabric shredding under his hands. Her skin was a map of scars and fresh bruises, a testament to a life spent fighting, and he traced one jagged line across her ribs with his tongue, tasting salt and copper.

“Fuck,” she muttered, voice raw, her head tipping back as his teeth grazed her collarbone. Her hands scrabbled at his back, nails raking red lines that healed almost instantly, but the sting lingered just long enough to make him growl. She was marking him, claiming him in her own brutal way, and he reveled in it.

He yanked at her jeans, the button popping free and the zipper tearing under his impatience. She lifted her hips, helping him shove the denim down just far enough, and then his hand was between her legs, fingers sliding through slick heat. She was soaked, and the realization hit him like a punch - his little hunter, so composed and deadly, unraveling for him in the middle of a slaughterhouse. He pressed two fingers inside her without warning, rough and deep, and her whole body arched, a choked sound escaping her throat.

“Like that, do you?” he purred, his voice a menacing sing-song as he curled his fingers, watching her face twist with pleasure and pain. Her eyes fluttered shut, but he grabbed her chin with his free hand, forcing her to look at him. “No, no, little hunter. Eyes on me.”

She obeyed, her gaze locking onto his, fierce and unyielding even as her breath came in ragged gasps. Her hand shot down, fumbling with his belt, then his pants, and she didn’t bother with finesse - just shoved them down and wrapped her fingers around him, stroking hard and fast. He groaned, low and guttural, his control fraying as she worked him with the same ruthless efficiency she’d used to behead those vamps.

The concrete bit into his knees as he shifted, positioning himself between her thighs. He didn’t ask, didn’t wait - just thrust into her in one brutal motion, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, a sharp, visceral sound that echoed off the warehouse walls, her body clenching around him like she could trap him there. He didn’t give her time to adjust, pulling back and slamming in again, setting a pace that was punishing and relentless.

Blood and sweat slicked their skin, making every movement slippery and raw. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, his neck, his hair - anywhere she could reach - leaving welts that faded too fast for his liking. He wanted them to stay, wanted her to scar him the way she scarred everything else she touched. He bit down on her shoulder, hard enough to break skin, and she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. The taste of her blood flooded his mouth - human, warm, alive - and he licked it clean, savoring the way it mixed with the vampire gore still smeared across her.

“Harder,” she demanded, voice hoarse, her legs tightening around him until he could feel the strain in her muscles. He obliged, driving into her with enough force to shove her up the floor, her back scraping against the concrete. She didn’t care - didn’t even flinch - just dug her heels into his lower back and pulled him deeper, her nails drawing blood from his scalp this time.

He laughed against her throat, a dark, jagged sound, and slid a hand under her, lifting her hips to change the angle. The new position made her gasp, her body shuddering as he hit something deep inside her, and he kept going, relentless, chasing that reaction. “There it is,” he murmured, mocking and triumphant. “My little hunter’s breaking.”

“Not yet,” she snarled, and then she twisted, using her legs to flip him onto his back again. The move caught him off guard - just for a second - but it was enough. She straddled him, sinking down onto him with a force that made them both groan, and started riding him like she was trying to break him instead. Her hands braced on his chest, nails digging in, and her eyes never left his, burning with that same intensity that had hooked him from the start.

The warehouse floor was a mess beneath them - blood pooling from the vampire corpses, mixing with the dirt and grime, staining her knees and his back. He didn’t care. She was a vision above him, hair wild and matted with sweat, blood crusting on her skin, her body moving with a ferocity that matched his own. He gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm, thrusting up to meet her until the sound of flesh against flesh drowned out everything else.

She came first, sudden and violent, her whole body seizing as a cry tore from her throat. Her walls clenched around him, tight and pulsing, and it was enough to drag him over the edge with her. He spilled inside her with a growl, his fingers bruising her hips, his vision blurring for a split second as pleasure ripped through him.

They collapsed together, her weight slumping against his chest, both of them panting in the aftermath. The air reeked of sex and death, the moonlight casting harsh shadows over their tangled bodies. Somewhere in the distance, the remaining vampires were still hiding, their fear a faint hum in the back of his mind. He’d deal with them later. Or she would. Right now, he didn’t give a damn.

She shifted, rolling off him to lie on her back beside him, staring up at the rusted ceiling. Blood streaked her face, her chest, her thighs - hers and theirs - and she didn’t bother wiping it away. “Three left,” she said, voice steady again, like they hadn’t just fucked each other senseless in a pool of gore.

He turned his head to look at her, a slow, lazy smile spreading across his face. “Eager to get back to work, are we?”

She didn’t smile back, just sat up, reaching for her machete where it lay a few feet away. “They’re not going to kill themselves.”

Lucifer laughed, loud and unrestrained, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Oh, I do love you,” he said, and for once, it didn’t sound entirely like a joke. He pushed himself up, brushing dirt and blood from his skin, and watched as she stood, already pulling her jeans back into place. His little hunter, practical to the end.

“Let’s go hunting, then,” he said, stepping closer to drape an arm around her shoulders, possessive and casual all at once. “I’ll even let you take the next one. I’m feeling generous.”

She glanced at him, that flicker of interest back in her eyes, and nodded. “Deal.” Then she turned, machete in hand, and started toward the back office, leaving him to follow. As always.

[yandereunsolved]

⛧🦌 Yandere Lucifer 🦌 ⛧

Religion was always an unnecessarily touchy subject around you. God, the Devil, angels—they were myths you knew as fact. The Bible wasn't just a book. It was a prophecy.

And all you could do was pray that when the apocalypse came, you'd be one of the saved.

But God doesn't truly care for any of his creations. He's truly no better than the demons his divinity claims to vanquish.

And the greatest one he has ever created, the son he cast into the deep pits so he could raise another, became quite fond of you.

You and your skittish mind. The purity you try so hard to cultivate in your heart.

Intrusive thoughts begin to cloud your judgment daily. It's just one of the tricks in his book.

He leads you down the path of temptation and delivers you from false pastures. Into his arms.

His illusionary figure appears in your dreamscape once again. He looks inviting, but behind those honeyed words you see the hellish beast you were warned of daily. Despite being in your mind, you're the one trapped, thrashing around inside your own meatsuit, begging some unknown savior to wake you.

This is no nightmare. This is worse than reality.

All of those verses you practiced for hours on end fail you when the time comes. 'There is no evil too great that God cannot vanquish.' But God is not here. He has not been here for a long time. And all you can muster are feeble words that could fall over in a meager wind.

"Let me go."

Your spirit is far too tired to push against him any longer. And why should you? He promises you everything you could ever need and more. But that's just another one of his tricks. Or is it?

An inhumanely soft hand snakes under your chin and lifts it up gingerly. He urges you to look in his saintly eyes, his virtuous lips brushing the edge of your ear.

"I can't let go of you when you have so willingly given yourself to me. Why do you think God created you? To serve me."

[luna-writes-stuff]

Hi there! 😀 I've got an SPN preference request: "Imagine being the one to have taken on the Mark of Cain and breaking down in their arms after killing all the Stynes for them killing Charlie." (I know it's a mouthful, but you can rephrase that if you want.)

It’s been a hot second since I’ve watched the MOC arc (it wasn’t my favourite because hoW DARE THEY END CHARLIE), but here you go <3

——

Dean Winchester

Dean might be the most compassionate out of them. Initially, he hated it when you took the mark upon yourself, so when he found out what you lost due to it, he could’ve sworn he had broken down beside you as well. He’d try to whisper some assuring words into your ear as he’d gently rub patterns on your back, telling you that they had it coming. If it wouldn’t have been you who killed them, he would have done it. You know those aren’t just empty words, but promises he would have kept if you weren’t the first. He would be so protective of you afterwards, but protective in the sense of “you can handle yourself while fighting, but if anyone talks shit-“

——

Sam Winchester

Sam had been torn ever since you had taken on the mark, but after voicing his disagreement for a handful of days, he decided to do everything in his power to help you. He feels incredibly guilty considering his ideas on solving the matter, but he’d try to keep a brave face as you broke down into his arms. He was slightly frightened of you after watching you kill Charlie’s murderer, but seeing your eyes water directly in front of him tugged harshly on his heartstrings. After Charlie’s funeral, he’d try to talk with you about what happened, but respects the time and space you need. He will definitely bring it up later though - only with the best of intentions.

——

Castiel

This isn’t the first time he has been faced with the brutal determination of mankind, but it still takes him by surprise. After you run to him with bloodied hands, his first concern would be your well-being, but after finding out you weren’t physically injured, he’d return the embrace, sort of freezing as you sobbed into him - still a somewhat comfortable hold. He’d try to calm you down in any way he can, claiming that he could have helped or things along those lines. After finding out you simply need a shoulder to cry on for the moment, he’d be glad to offer it to you. When you fall asleep that same night, he makes sure to clean up any minor injuries you might have sustained during battle and keeps the bad memories and dreams away from you while you sleep. He’ll let Sam and Dean know you are safe before watching over you all night.

——

Gabriel

Being an archangel, he has seen a lot of battles. Seeing you run to him in your state would not have come as a huge surprise to him, though his initial reaction would certainly be to make sure that whatever danger you had been facing is now gone. As you sob into his arms, he’d sink down onto the floor with you, letting you release all the tension you needed to while he remained quiet. When you finally calm down, he’d ask you about what happened and if there was anything he could still help with. If you refuse to talk about it, he’d accept that, and simply offer you a warm bath to wash off all the grime and blood. When you fall asleep, he’d probably check up on people he knows you have been in contact with, such as Sam and Dean, to hear what had happened. With some explanation, he’d be gentle around you. Not out of fright, but out of compassion. He’d help the Winchesters find something to get rid of the mark, or help in any way he can.

——

Lucifer

Seeing you show up all bloodied would get a chuckle or laugh out of him at first, but when he noticed your crestfallen expression, all laughter dies. His face drops slightly as he utters a “wait, what happened?”. You don’t even have time to properly answer his question before you start sobbing endlessly. He’d gather you in his arms before you can ever near him, placing his hands on the back of your head as he held you close. Some silent curses and threats fall on his lips as he feels the anger and anguish radiate off of you, but he’s quick to change them into quiet hushes. When you calm down, he’ll snap the dirt and blood off of you, simultaneously ridding you of all bruises and cuts your body might have held (he’d casually brush this off). He won’t rest until you finally do. If any of them by any chance would still be breathing, they certainly would not be afterwards.

——

Crowley

He is quick. When you first throw yourself into his arms, he’d be slightly taken aback, but he doesn’t dare to move after you explained what had happened through sobs. The blood on his coat doesn’t even bother his anymore. He’d try to console you through encouragements and words of understanding, claiming he’d ensure that whoever was responsible for this would serve a great time in hell. After you slightly composed yourself, he’d get you to sit down as he takes off your jacket, flinging the dirty clothing into a corner of the room, before checking your arms for any serious injuries. When you confirm that there are no life threatening lacerations on your body, he’d simply nod and hand you a new pair of clothes, personally taking care of the ruined ones you wore. He’d send some demons out there just to check if you had gotten everyone. Only one phone call to Sam and Dean and he would help the pair out on their next best idea to rid you of your raging mark.