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deanwinchesterscherrypie · 7 months

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Inescapable

Kinktober Day 1: Dom/sub

Summary:

(Inspired by Dress by Taylor Swift) Dean, Cas, and Sam go on a small local ghost hunt while you stay at home. While you get the bunker prepared for them to come home, you can't stop thinking about your dom. Dean specifically ordered you to not be thinking of him while he's gone, but you can't help it. You miss him, and when he gets home, you think you'll show him just how much.

Words: 3,919

Kinks: Dom/sub, Rope play, light degradation, teasing, spanking, punishment

Relationship: Dom Dean/Sub Fem Reader

Content/Trigger Warnings: mentions of sexual assault (only in the first paragraph), mentions of a knife, smut, cunnilingus, p in v sex, fingering, dominant dean winchester

Notes: Read here on ao3! Full Kinktober Masterlist. I hope you enjoy :)

Dean. Cas, and Sam left Friday evening for a ghost hunt. Apparently, Old Man Milton only comes back once every 7 years on his daughter’s birthday to kill young men that sexually assault or harass young women. His daughter died by a violent sexual assault and was found in the basement of a fraternity house. He searched for the boy that did it to her, but the college covered it up. Now, he’s coming back for justice. You told Dean that they shouldn’t do anything. If it were your hunt, you would have left it alone. Those guys deserved to die, in your opinion. And maybe that makes you a bad person, but honestly, you’ve literally been to hell and back. You don’t really care if wishing a painful death on rapists is a bad thing.

The only reason you didn’t attend this hunt with the boys is because the whole topic was just a little too triggering for you. Dean suggested you stay home, and Cas agreed that the emotional trauma it brought up wouldn’t be worth getting rid of the ghost. Sam offered to stay home with you, but Cas isn’t the best hunting partner when it comes to these small hunts. So, Dean asked if you’d be alright and insisted that Sam come with him. Cas is always one call away if you need anything, and you know that.

On Sunday morning, you get ready to start your day with brushing your hair, doing your makeup, and picking out an outfit. You don’t have much to choose from, because it’s laundry day you’re washing all of the boys clothes along with yours. It’s kind of annoying that they expect you to do their laundry, and you pointed out once that you thought it was misogynistic to expect the only woman in the home to do laundry. But Dean came back with the argument that you were only doing laundry when they were out on a hunt without you. If they were the one staying home, they would do the laundry and you wouldn’t mind. Sam offered to do his own, but it didn’t actually bother you too much. You think that Dean’s just saying it to get you to do it, but you let them have it because he said it with a really cute face and puppy dog eyes. And they do so much for you that doing some laundry or cooking a meal isn’t going to kill you. You don’t exactly like falling into gender roles, but something about them being so appreciative every Sunday night when you make dinner and have them change into clean clothes is so sweet.

So, you pick out your outfit: a pair of jeans and one of Dean’s flannels because it’s the only thing that smells like him, but doesn’t have blood on it. You take his load to the wash first, because you know when he gets home, you’ll make him change into clean clothes. You put on some music first. You listen to a lot of Led Zeppelin while he’s gone because it reminds you of him. Before he left, as always, he told you not to think of him too much. In a normal relationship, that would be sweet. A request. But in yours and Dean‘s relationship, it was a demand. Every hunt he went on scared you, every time he left the bunker, a chill ran down your spine. You wondered if you would ever see him again. You try not to think like that, and he demands you don’t think of him at all. You don’t listen. You never do. He knows this, and he’ll punish you when he gets home. That’s sometimes why you think of him. You enjoy the punishment. It’s nice when he takes control when he gets home.

You finish putting his clothes in the laundry and go to the kitchen to prepare dinner for when they get home. It’s your week to prepare dinner on Sunday night. Every Sunday, you make everyone have a family meal at a table. Hunters don’t get to have a normal life, so this is as normal as it gets for you. You don’t have long before they get back, so you pull out all of the necessary ingredients and set them on the counter. Normally, you’d also be doing some research while they were gone. But this hunt specifically was one that lacked research and needed more gumption than Dean could ever gather. As you’re swaying to the music in the kitchen, the song “Dress” by Taylor Swift plays through your phone speaker. This song reminds you of Dean, but in a way that’s more playful than sexy. He likes Taylor Swift, your favorite artist, but he won’t admit it. Sometimes, you catch him listening to her in the shower, but he thinks you don’t know. Sometimes, you see him adding a song of hers to his playlist. As the lyrics ring through your head this time around, you can’t help but think about how teasing it would be for Dean to come home to tear your clothes off. He always requests that when he gets home, you are in bed with no clothes. You enjoy this usually, but tonight you’re feeling a little extra.

You prepare the food, so all you have to do is cook them. You make homemade burger patties that need to chill, sourdough bread that needs to chill to make buns, and a pastry crust for the pie. You clean up and grab your keys. Before Bobby passed, he built up a car for you out of some old parts. It was a crap car, but it barely cost you. Bobby had a soft spot for you, so he would fix the car up for you anytime it broke down or something happened. Unfortunately, when he died, you had nobody to fix up your car. It was just your luck that you remembered meeting Dean Winchester, a friend of Bobby’s, a few years back. He and his brother were well known hunters, so you didn’t think he would have the time to help. But any shop would tell you that the car was more to fix than it was actually worth. They said it was unsafe and shouldn’t be driven. They didn’t have the memories you had with that car though. So you gave him a call, and you were lucky that he was in the next town over just finishing up a case. You two haven’t left each other alone since.

You head toward a town close by to find exactly what you are looking for. You stop into a few stores before you find exactly what you wanted. A short, white sundress, complete with a cherry print scattered across the fabric. You check the price tag because unlike other hunters, you try to earn honest money when you can. You save as much as you can and invest some of it. The dress is on sale, which just lets you know it’s meant to be.

You check out and head back to the bunker to get ready and prepare dinner. When you walk inside, you hear a ding on your phone. You pull it from your pocket to see a text from Dean.

We’re on our way home, Sweetheart. About an hour out. Be ready. - DW

It’s funny that he signs his initials with every text, but it’s his thing. It’s how you know it’s really him. He told you to be ready, but you should really be the one telling him to be ready….

Yes, sir.

You go to the kitchen and begin cooking the burgers. Cas doesn’t have an appetite, but he still sits at the table with us. He always compliments the food, even though he doesn’t actually eat it. His description of food is that it “all tastes like molecules” to him. But nevertheless, Sam and Dean still enjoy it when you cook. After the burgers are cooked, you put them on a pan to keep warm and take out the dough. You make some rolls and put them on a pan to bake. The pie will cook while you’re eating, so you go ahead and head toward your bedroom to change.

You put on your new dress and put your hair up with some loose curls falling down. You touch up your makeup a little bit and add some red lipstick. It’s Dean’s favorite and it matches your dress perfectly. You spray on some Tom Ford’s “Lost Cherry” and make your way back to the kitchen. You check your watch and see that it will be about half an hour until they get home, which is perfect timing to go ahead and put in the rolls and start preparing the pie.

Soon, the whole bunker smells like fresh bread and sweet, cherry pie. You put all of the clean laundry in the rooms. You set the table with a whiskey glass in front of both Dean and Sam’s seats and a courtesy glass of water in Castiel’s spot. You put a wine glass in front of your seat, and pull out the rolls to replace them with the cherry pie. You take out all the extra condiments for the burgers and put the sides on the table. The locks of the bunker do a familiar click, and you know it’s game on. You hear the low chatter of the boys discussing the familiar scent wafting from the kitchen.

Sam walks in and sees the set table. He waves the other guys into the kitchen.

“Is it Sunday already? Man, I’m hungry!” Sam goes to pull out a chair before your hand catches his.

“You boys go wash up first. I don’t want blood and sulfur at my dinner table. Your clothes are in your rooms. Dinner in 5.” You smile and pat his hand. He laughs a little before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing a little bit. You smack his chest gently, and he laughs and saunters off to change. Dean’s heated gaze is focused on your legs, or more importantly, how much of them he can see. Your apron falls below your dress, and when you’re turned to the side, he can see that your dress barely covers your ass. He groans low to himself and raises his eyes to meet yours. Cas speaks up.

“Thank you for putting together dinner. I appreciate it.” He smiles awkwardly before the dirt and blood disappears from his outfit. He hangs his overcoat on the rack in the corner and then settles into his spot. Dean’s gaze hasn’t left you, and you know exactly why.

“All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation.”

“Something wrong, love?” You ask with your most precious voice. You know he won’t say anything in front of Cas. He treats him like a toddler, his child that he must watch over. It’s adorable, but at the same time, he watches himself around Cas. He doesn't want him repeating things. Dean doesn’t reply, but his face looks pained. You smile and wave him off to his room to get changed. He obliges, but you can see the tension in his back as he walks away.

“Dean seems stressed. We got rid of the ghost. Why is he upset?” Cas asks you as you make Sam’s plate.

“Because his wife is his wildest dream, and he’s mad he has to eat dinner first.” Sam laughs as he walks out in fresh clothes. He sits at the table and smiles up at you. “I mean seriously, come on, he came home to his wife dressed up with his favorite dinner made and pie in the oven.”

“But why would that stress him out? Shouldn’t he be happy that he has the terribly domestic life he wished for?” Cas asks as you plate the food in front of him. He won’t eat it, but he likes to have a plate to feel involved.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean walks to the table, “can you three stop talking about me like I ain’t here? I am not stressed. I am exhausted from a three day long hunt. Now, let’s eat. I’m starving.” Dean’s gaze shoots up at you as he sits down. You plate his food next, and then, your own. You sit down and everyone eats in silence.

The conversation starts flowing once everyone starts getting full, and then, it’s time to take out the pie. You head over to the oven, which is right next to Dean’s seat, and bend down to get the pie out. Your dress rides up right next to him, so he can see your cunt soaking your white lace underwear. He groans and attempts to cover it up with a cough. You chuckle a little to yourself and set the pie down on the table. You take the boys plates and put them in the sink.

“Sam, don’t forget. It’s your day to do dishes.” You nudge his shoulder. You set out more plates and serve up the cherry pie to Dean and onto your own plate. You are on one side of Dean, so you scoop up Sam’s piece and lean over Dean to place the pie on Sam’s plate. Sam shakes his head and chuckles to himself before digging in. Cas wanders off to the library. You sit back in your seat and take a bite of your pie. Some of the cherry juice drips off of your lip and onto your chest, where Dean’s gaze falls. You swipe your finger across the juice and stick it into your mouth. Your eyes close in ecstasy, and you make a small noise of happiness. Dean has yet another cough, and you open your eyes to watch him. He hasn’t even touched his pie.

“Dean, you haven’t touched your pie?” You ask him sweetly.

“Dude, it’s delicious. You picked the right woman.” Sam says as he goes back for seconds.

Dean nods his head and picks up his fork with shaking hands.

“My hands are shaking from holding back from you.”

You all continue to eat before you both hand your plates to Sam to wash. You bid goodnight to Sam and Cas before heading to your room with Dean hot on your heels. You barely make it through the door before he catches your wrist in his hand and closes the door behind him with his foot.

“You disobeyed me.” He states. His eyes pierce yours with pure lust and determination.

“I made dinner.” You counter, reminding him that it was your week to make dinner.

“You know the rules, sweetheart. You know what happens when you break the rules.” A glint appears in his eyes, and suddenly, he begins walking toward you slowly. The backs of your knees hit the bed, and you fall backward onto the soft cushioning. “Tell me what happens when you break the rules, love.” His voice commands.

“I get punished, sir.” You let out with a bit of excitement.

“Oh, were you looking forward to this?” He chuckles deeply, “Of course you were. My pretty little slut loves it when I show her who she belongs to and where her place is.”

“Yes, sir.” You nod your head and raise your hips toward him as he climbs in between your legs.

“Oh, do you want me to touch you?”

“Please touch me.” You ask, waiting for his touch.

He chuckles deeply again before pulling his knife from his pocket. You back up a little before his hand comes to the back of your neck to keep you in place.

“Don’t run away from me, sweetheart. You just asked me to touch you.” His smirk says it all. “Do you remember your safeword?” He asks in your ear.

“Yes. Cherries.” You giggle a little at the word and how significant it’s made itself today.

“That’s my good girl.” He says as he places the knife down on the nightstand next to your head. “Sit up.”

You sit up quickly and wait for your next instruction. You don’t always have such an intense dynamic, but you both need intense when you’ve been apart for a while.

“Over my knee.” You shiver at his words, but do as you are told. He lifts the skirt of your dress and rubs over the smooth skin of your ass.

“How many do you think you deserve, darling?” He says to you as he runs his finger over the lacy fabric of your underwear.

“I don’t know, sir.” You say to him while you try to grind your hips into his legs. He lays a smack on your ass, leaving a stinging feeling.

“I think ten is fair. Two for thinking of me while I was gone, four for wearing this slutty little dress, two for teasing me at dinner, and two for grinding yourself against my leg.” You shiver again and nod your head in response. He lifts your chin and gets down in front of your face.

“Words.” He whispers and bites your lip.

“Yes, sir.” You bow your head as he lets go. His fingers travel downward until he reaches the soaking spot in the center of your underwear and presses in.

“Oh, your pretty hole is so wet for me. I can’t wait to use you.” You whine as he retracts his hand.

“Don’t make a sound or I start over. Got it?” He grabs a fistful of your hair as he speaks to you.

“Yes, sir.”

He lays the first smack and your body jumps in response. You feel your hole squeeze the nothingness. You know you’re in for it, and you just hope that he’ll have mercy on you and touch you soon.

“Nine more.” You breathe in slowly, preparing yourself for nine more.

Smack. You just want him to touch you.

Smack. You’re getting desperate.

Smack. Soon, you’re going to start begging.

Smack. You don’t know if you can handle more.

Smack. It feels so good, but it hurts.

Smack. Almost there.

Smack. You’re going to come.

“I know I don’t feel you grinding on my leg, do I sweetheart?” He chuckles before laying two smacks back to back. You let out a sound that is a cross between a moan and a cry.

“Tsk tsk, what did I tell you about making sounds?” He asks you gently.

“We- would have to start over.” You whine. “Please Dean, don’t make me.” You beg.

“What did you just call me?” His hand wraps itself around the back of your neck and pulls you toward him.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You look up at him with pleading eyes. He looks back at you with pure satisfaction. You can feel his cock that's been growing beneath you this whole time twitch at the sight of you.

“Two more.” He says, and he means it. You groan lightly, and you hear his light laugh at you.

One. It stings, but he was more gentle than before.

Two. That one is going to leave a mark.

“Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo.”

“Good girl. Sit up.” He helps you forward and reaches beneath the bed. He grabs two pieces of rope that you don’t remember putting there. He smiles mischievously when he sees your confusion and scoots you up the bed. “Arms.”

You put your arms up and he ties each arm to the holes in the headboard. That is not what you were expecting, but you aren’t complaining. That is, until he rips your dress off of your body straight down the middle.

“I only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

“Dean! That dress was new.” You look at him with shock.

“Well, I hope it wasn’t expensive.” He smirks a bit before dragging your underwear down your legs.

“Please.” You push your hips up to him.

“Please what?” He asks, his breath grazing over your slick cunt.

“Please touch me.” You ask.

“My pathetic little slut wants me to touch her pretty cunt? You want me to lick your pretty clit?” He spreads you apart until you’re completely exposed to him and glistening in the dim bunker light.

“Yes, sir.”

And that’s when he takes his change to shove his tongue deep inside your hole. He fucks you with his tongue, occasionally slipping his tongue out of your hole and circling around your clit. You can feel yourself squeezing around his tongue. His scruff scratches the inside of your thighs, and you just want to tangle your fingers in his hair. He flicks your clit quickly and shoves a finger inside of you.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He asks as he continues to hit that sweet spot inside of you. His tongue feels so good as he continues his gentle assault on your clit. He moves in quick circles. Every now and then, he sucks your clit into his mouth. He slows his fingers and fucks you slow and hard. You like it like this, feeling every bit of him. His fingers curl up inside you to rub on that spot.

“Fuck.” You can’t help the sounds that come from your chest.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby. See, this is what good girls get when they behave.” He taunts you, moving his thumb to your clit and his mouth to your sensitive nipples.

You start riding his fingers harder, chasing the orgasm that his fingers are promising you. You close your eyes in pleasure.

“Look at me, sweetheart. I want you to see me when you come.” He says, watching your every emotion. He switches out his fingers for his thick cock. He rubs the tip against your sensitive clit and has you whining for it. He pushes into you slowly, but that’s the only time he’s slow about it. He rams into you and fucks you hard. He is relentless and merciless.

“That’s it, pretty girl, only I can make you make those sounds.” He whispers in your ear. Your arms pull against the ropes, but you’re unsuccessful at breaking them. You buck your hips toward him as you chase your orgasm. He starts rubbing your clit, and you feel it coming on.

“Come for me.” He whispers in your ear as you let loose the orgasm that's been building inside of you. Your legs shake a bit and your back arches off of the bed.

“Good girl.” He says as he slips his cock out and pumps it a few more times before rolling his head back and letting out a groan as he comes on your stomach. You love watching him come at the sight of you.

He reaches forward to the nightstand next to you and grabs the knife. You look at him with confusion until he leans forward to your wrist. You realize he’s going to cut you out of the rope. You hear a scratching noise and attempt to look above you, but you can’t see. Suddenly, he cuts both of the ropes and lets your arms free. You rub your wrists and turn to see what he was doing. On your headboard, there is freshly engraved statement:

Property of D.W.

“Carve your name into my bedpost.”

You put on a shirt of his and snuggle into your bed with him. He cuts the lights out, and as you’re drifting off to sleep, you swear you hear him singing Dress by Taylor Swift.

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couldyouimagine-that · 3 months

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Cuddles With Satan

Genre; Hurt/Comfort, Flufffff

Word Count; 1.2k

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

Pairings; Lucifer (Supernatural) x Reader

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

Here's part 2!

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 9 months

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Supernatual Masterlist

One Shots

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Easter Hunt - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

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

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

Surprise - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

The ‘Talk’ - Dean, Jack (platonic)

A Tense Conversation - Dean x Reader

Not Family - Dean x Reader

Trust Me - Castiel x Reader

Accidental Summons - Castiel x Reader

Can You Relax? - Castiel x Reader

Tipsy and Flirty - Castiel x Reader

Facing The Devil - Castiel x Reader

Bring Castiel Home - Castiel x Reader

Imagines + Mini Fic

Imagine trying to convince the angels to cast out Casifer

Imagine lusting for Castiel after being affected by Famine

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

Imagine sharing a PB&J sandwich with Castiel

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

Imagine punching Castiel when he tags your ribs with Enochian protection

Imagine revealing the truth behind the 'second shelf corner'

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

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

Imagine refusing to pray to Castiel

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

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

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

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

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

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

Imagine finding Jack at the foot of your bed eating breakfast

Imagine getting trapped in a Doctor Sexy episode with the Winchesters

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

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

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

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

Imagine trying to help Gabriel but he gets spooked and attacks

(Return to the Easy Navigate Masterlist)

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impala-dreamer · 8 hours

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I cannot for the life of me remember who wrote this story but I think it was you - it was YEARS ago, if so. It's a Lucifer × reader × Crowley fic where the reader ultimately chooses Crowley iirc. For some reason I have the memory associated with a Joe Goldberg × reader fic that was TW tagged with something like "incel type thoughts"?? Or something?? I can't remember the right details to find it (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

hi!! I believe you're looking for this:

Two Kings (Casifer x Reader x Crowley)

~When Lucifer returns, nothing can protect you. Not even your status as Crowley’s favorite pet.~

Which is awesome bc I didn't think anyone liked it but me hahaa.

and just in case- here's the Joe Goldberg one too ;)

Who We’re Pretending To Be

~Joe finds himself getting too close to one of his grad students and he fights the urge to fall completely.~

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demieyesore · 4 days

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Requests - Open but not actively working on them at the moment.

I write NSFW & SFW ☾

Warning - I typically write gender neutral x readers, so it’ll be rare if I use fem or masc pronouns. A lot of my fics are AFAB x readers so you can still read it as fem !!! I’m a trans writer so my fics are meant to be inclusive. Not against writing AFAB, AMAB, Fem or Masc Readers !!! (Please feel free to ask for trans x readers!)

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Yes - Yanderes, Stalkers, Pervert Kink, Somno, Corruption Kink, Purity Kink, Mask Kink, Stepcest, Cannibalism as a metaphor for love, Polyamory

Depends - Non con (depends on comfort level), piss kink

No - Scat kink, foot fetish, Daddy/Mommy kink, incest, DDLG, No ship fics

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Hayden Christensen - Anakin, Clay, Sam, Lorenzo, Hayden

Harry Potter - Harry, Cedric, Tom, Mattheo, Theodore, Enzo and Luna

Teen Wolf - Stiles, Scott, Derek, Isaac, Liam, Theo, Peter, Malia and Lydia

Supernatural - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Casifer, Lucifer, and Jack

You - Joe Goldberg

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in-love-with-srk · 3 years

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Since the four of got back from the cage Castiel wasn't quite the same. He was acting what you should call uncharacteristically.

He started calling you sweetheart (maybe he was trying to be like Dean or something?) which was extremely suspicious, then the winking. You tried telling Sam and Dean about it but they just started teasing you, but since when does Cas act like that?

His touches became more lingering. He would stand behind you and put his hand on your shoulder when you got stressed.

Almost always grazed his hand against your lower back or arm when he walked by.

And he even looked at you different one would call it eye-fucking. Surprisingly or not so surprisingly you found it attractive. It was like his whole aura changed which you were half wary half into.

Lucifer and now this cute also blue-eyed guy, you were really starting to question whether you had a thing for angels, a very dangerous thing for angels.

Currently Dean was searching for the hand of god and Cas came back well wet.

Apparently the warding kept him from getting onto the ship. You didn't want to think over that one for too long cause it was kind of turning you on.

Lucifer could of course hear your thoughts and see you checking him out. So he took his chance when Sam left to find a way to remove warding from years in the future. He walks towards you with his eyes a dark blue. Supporting your head before pinning you to a wall.

"Cas what are you-" You were cut off by him very roughly kissing you and running his hands through your hair. "Lucifer...." You breathe out. "Glad to see you finally recognised me" He says smirking before kissing you again.

"I can't Cas is my friend-" He cuts you off again "And yet you had no problem kissing him when I was in his body. You do like me for my soul or well my personality. Who would've thought you were such a romantic." He says running his thumb over your lips.

"Would you like to show me just how much you like me?" He asks raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Sam then walks in and as much as it hurts to you say " Sam that's not Cas.". "Really? I thought we were having a moment here!" He exclaimed using his power to make Sam go flying back.

"And that was my cue to leave. I'll see you again sweetheart, stay pretty." Turns out it was Lucifer you had a thing for, a very dangerous thing.

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Casifer- Naughty Thoughts

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

Pov: Reader

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

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

Word Count: 1.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Completed on: 07/15/2021

Posted on: 07/15/2021

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thran-duils · 3 years

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You’re Now Mine (P.16, FINAL)

Title: You’re Now Mine (Part 16) Summary: Fulfilling a request for @lets-personofinterestontumbir! – “Could you do a drabble for the Persephone AU I don’t know If you’ve seen once upon a time but the episode 1x07 reminded me a lot of this story when the evil queen ripped out the huntsmen’s heart if you could do something like that it would be awesome. Thank you.” Words: 1,553 Warnings: DARK AF, Emotional/Mental abuse, smut Author’s Notes: I think the hardest thing for me continuing this fic was it ending up the way I thought it should even if I thought it might make people mad. lmao but cheers.

Chap 15 || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

Lucifer held up a finger, leaned his sword against the wall, and said, “Give me a minute.” Before disappearing.

Sam and Dean stared at the spot before exchanging a look, throwing out their hands in annoyance.

Crowley and Rowena had joined them upon their request, both reluctant but knowing the gravity of the situation. They had been discussing their plan before Lucifer up and disappeared when discussing weapons.

“What the hell?” Dean asked no one in particular.

Suddenly Lucifer reappeared, looking proud of himself. Chuck was the first to notice what he had gone to fetch. More so because he was able to sense it.

“Where did you get that?” Chuck asked as soon as he saw the bag in Lucifer’s hands.

“An old friend,” Lucifer returned. He paused and then considered before correcting, “Well, I would not say ‘friend’. She was not fond of me at all. But I struck a deal, yada yada.”

Chuck was in front of him then, not hearing what he was explaining now. All of his attention was on the bag. He made to reach for it and Lucifer jerked back instinctively, causing Chuck to pause, his gaze moving up to meet Lucifer’s.

Chuckling uncomfortably, Lucifer explained, “We’ve been through this before. Twice actually. It’s a one and done kind of deal; the power is truly short lived. We don’t want to be jumping the gun here. Now, I was thinking—”

“You should use it,” Chuck interjected, catching Lucifer off guard.

Lucifer’s eyes widened at the suggestion. “Uh.. well… I mean, that is what I was going to say, but—”

“No, it should be you. She wouldn’t expect that. Plus, powering you up especially with your sword is the smart thing to do.”

“Hmm,” was all Lucifer said in response.

Chuck’s hand landed on Lucifer’s shoulder and he told him sincerely, “I trust you with it. We can do this.”

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“Cas?”

The voice was very far away. Castiel was groggy, and he hurt something fierce all over his vessel. He stumbled in the dark trying to find his grounding.

“Cas?”

The voice sounded again, sounding much more familiar than it had before. It was like a cloud was lifting. He followed the voice.

His eyes fluttered open and his vision cleared, showing Dean was leaning down beside him, concerned etched in his features.

“What… what’s happening?” Castiel grated, adjusting and wincing at the movement.

Dean looked relieved. “It is you. What happened?”

Castiel swallowed sharply, looking inward. It was just him; he was alone again. “Lucifer is gone. I don’t know… Amara yanked him out of my vessel. I don’t know where he went.” He looked up at Dean expectantly. “Amara?”

“She’s locked up. Those sonofabitches did it,” Dean said, exhaling deeply. Castiel breathed easier hearing this. Dean helped Castiel stand up, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’m glad you’re back.”

Suddenly Chuck was in front of Castiel, laying a hand on his chest. Castiel’s vessel was spotless and he stood taller. “Feel better?” Chuck asked, half smirking.

Castiel nodded, “Yes. Thanks.” He fell silent, looking around the room at Sam, Dean, Rowena, Chuck, and Crowley. Realization dawned on him then. “Where is Y/N?”

“We don’t know,” Sam said, shooting an accusing look at Chuck which Castiel followed suit with.

Chuck breathed heavily, “She’s safe.”

“But where?” Castiel demanded, stepping closer to him.

Chuck held up a hand to stop him from coming any closer. “Lucifer was right earlier when he told you it was no longer part of your concern,” he said to Sam and Dean.

Castiel was not having it, cussing, “The hell is that supposed to mean, Chuck?”

“It was part of the bargain to get Lucifer to help us.”

“’It’? You mean Y/N?” Dean snapped.

Chuck said nothing.

“So, so what? You just gave Y/N away to him?” Sam asked incredulously.

Chuck exhaled deeply, meeting Sam’s eyes. “Yeah.” He looked at Castiel who looked murderous. “Don’t look at me like that, Castiel. Humans are ephemeral.”

“I don’t care,” Castiel practically growled.

Throwing his hands out, Chuck told him, “Things are lost in war, Castiel. You all know that better than a lot. It was a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things.”

Castiel’s shoulders visibly slumped, his features falling. “Not to me,” he said weakly.

Groaning, Chuck threw his head back. “You guys! This is supposed to be a time of celebration! We won! Look, Castiel, here.” He waved his arm in Castiel’s direction, causing Castiel to flinch, fearing the worst.

Instead, Castiel inhaled sharply, his eyes going wide. The others stared in astonishment, worried for him and what was going on. He did not seem to be in pain… rather fulfilled. Castiel rolled his shoulders a few times, stretching out. A sigh of contentment escaped his lips, his eyes closing. He was focusing hard, breathing deeply.

“Bet that feels good,” Chuck commented.

Castel’s eyes opened and he stared at Chuck determined, his mouth set in a thin line. “I am going to find her,” he said defiantly.

“Well,” Chuck said amused. “You’ve got the means to do so now more freely. And quicker if you manage to.”

To Sam and Dean, Castiel said, “I’ll come back.”

Before they could ask what the hell he was talking about, he disappeared, the air shifting at his disappearance.

Chuck was smiling fondly at the spot Castiel had just been in. “Hmm,” he murmured. “That should be entertaining. For a little while at least. He is not going to find her, of that I am sure. But he sure is unfaltering in his devotion. That should make me jealous.”

He turned, beginning to walk up the stairs, leaving the rest of the group. He paused, turning to look at them over his shoulder. His eyes landed on Sam and Dean and he looked apologetic. “You know, I really am sorry you had to lose a friend. But perhaps I can make it up to the pair of you.” Turning his gaze upward, he said, “You’ll find it back at home. Or should I say… her.”

And then he left them there, standing perplexed and lost.

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The water coming out of the rain faucets was running down your skin in the natural stone shower in your bedroom. You remember the shower had intimidated you at first, being an open one where anyone could walk in and see you. But that had been a silly thought; Lucifer was the only one who would see you. You had not seen anyone else besides God over the years sparingly – and that other angel the other day. He had been the first. The way he had watched you was odd and you were anxious to have Lucifer back.

Chuck had left you hours ago and with each passing hour, you had grown more restless.

The shower was doing some to help relieve stress, the warmth soothing you.

Hands were on you suddenly and you startled, your eyes popping open. Jumping away, you gasped. Upon seeing his face, you relaxed instantly. You rushed to his embrace and he leaned forward to meet you in a kiss. He was nude, planning to join you in the shower certainly.

“Where were you?” you asked, running your hands through his quickly wetting blonde hair.

“Dealing with a problem,” he answered. Your brow creased and he assured you with another kiss, “It’s been solved. No need to worry, princess.”

“Your father stopped by,” you told him. Lucifer acknowledged this with a hum. “He told you?”

“Yes,” he nodded, pulling you closer. “He seems to want to be keeping an eye from time to time. It is not unusual, no?”

“He brought someone here though.”

Lucifer cocked his head at this, and fear sparked in you realizing he did not know that part.

Clearing his throat, Lucifer told you, “I am sure he just did not have time to stop and leave them somewhere. You don’t need to worry about it. Trust me.” He brought your hand up to his lips and gave you a kiss on your fingertips. “You trust me, don’t you?”

Nodding, you told him, “Of course I do.”

Lucifer’s lips parted into a smile, satisfied with your answer. “I suppose I was right when I said I would have you.” His eyes were searching you, as if looking past you, inside of you. His fingertips traced your skin, his lips parting in pleasure. It set a fire deep within you feeling his yearning for you, the object of his affection. His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke again, “One way or another.”

Confused, you gave a little laugh. “Whatever do you mean?”

He seemed to push the thought away, his eyes focused again on yours. “Nothing, princess. Nothing at all.”

He pulled you to him again, a hand holding your head in place as he dived in for a deep, dominant kiss. Falling into his embrace, you followed his movements, devouring the taste of the other. When you came up for air, his forehead rested on yours, a hum of approval rumbling low in his chest. His hand rested on your chest and you felt warmth emanating from it, deep within your core; a comfort you could trust forever.

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For this fic: @itsmeempar

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peacockwinchester · 4 years

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Hear me out guys: Casifer fluff. Just. Fluff. No smut. None at all. Just cuddles and fluff. Please. I have no sex drive and I don't read smut and I just want tO CUDDLE CASIFER, OK?!!

#casifer #casifer x reader #random rant

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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Eternal Damnation

Casifer x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1432 words

Warnings: He’s so bad but I can’t help but love him

Summary: Reader was a hunting buddy of Sam and Dean’s. She makes a deal to save their lives and lands a position in hell as a demon...babysitting the devil.

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You had made a deal to save Sam and Dean, and it worked...with the slight addendum that it killed you. As soon as you took your last breath, your soul was dragged down to hell.

Your soul was damned, you had made a deal and when it came time to pay the piper-Crowley had other ideas.

You were smart, you always had been. When you were a hunter, you had dealt with him and a million other nasty things without a problem. You were talented and he knew that he could use you.

He wanted your help but more than anything, he was going to use you in the one place he knew only you could handle. Only someone with your history would be able to handle Lucifer's nonstop babbling.

Lesser demons had literally pleaded for death after a few hours but Crowley owned you now.

...But, as Crowley suggested, you were too valuable to just send off to some torture chamber.

Besides, if he said that you were going to stand guard of Lucifer in the cage, than you were going to. It wasn't exactly like you could just say no. So, you made the best of it, sitting on the concrete floor right outside the cage.

The only problem was that you couldn't just sit there.

Lucifer wasn't going to make it that easy for you. He thought pretty highly of himself and just kept running his mouth. Which only meant one thing...No one knew Lucifer better than you.

You were his only friend, his confidant, the only person in the world that he talked to all that time he was in the cage.

When there was no one around, no one other than you.

So, it was only natural that you started getting a little attached to him. He was all you had, most hours of the day. Even when there was nothing, he was always there like a bird in a cage-singing the hours away.

In some strange way, you were glad to have Lucifer.

As much as you hated being away from Sam and Dean, and as much as you missed the hunter lifestyle, being a demon wasn't as bad as you thought. It beat eternal damnation and torture.

You'd done enough of that in your day, you didn't want to deal with anymore in the afterlife. Besides, Lucifer couldn't really do anything other than whine as long as he was locked away in the cage, and there was no way he'd ever get out.

...Right?

Wrong.

Something had went wrong with the spell Rowena cast, and Lucifer got out. He wasn't in the cage, which only meant one thing...he would out in the world, somewhere.

Not only did that spell big trouble for the rest of the world, but more specifically, Crowley. The man who gave you the gig in the first place was quaking in his boots at the idea of the devil getting loose.

So he did the only reasonable thing-he sent you out into the world to track him down, with the help of your two best friends...Sam and Dean.

You knew that under any other circumstances, both Winchesters would be angry with you. You had done the worst thing a hunter could do, you had become a demon but this wasn't about that.

This visit was all about tracking down Lucifer.

"You think you can find him? Why you of all people?" Dean wondered, his voice more harsh than necessary as he addressed you. After all the years you spent hunting by his side, you expected a warmer welcome.

Not that you didn't understand his anger.

"I don't have to explain hell to you Dean. We all have our jobs, and mine was to watch over the cage" you explained, for the fifth time in the last few minutes. At every turn, he was questioning you.

"So you think you'll be able to recognize him, even in a different vessel?" Sam interjected. He wasn't happy about you being here either, but they needed you. You had a point-if you knew the devil that well, then you were probably the only person who could help them.

All you did was nod, it was true.

Lucifer wasn't exactly a casual personality and no vessel could hide him for long. You would be able to spot him from a mile away. You just hoped Sam and Dean would trust you to do so in the meantime.

Being back in the real world was kind of a trip. You had gotten so used to dark, dinginess of hell that being in the sunlight actually hurt. In some ways, you longed for the cage.

At least there, you were comfortable. You were in the company of a man who didn't hate you, and posed no threat to you. You hated to admit it, but you were actually starting to miss Lucifer.

How is it that old saying went?

Speak of the Devil...something like that.

Well, it must have been true, because the man in question made an appearance not long after your realization. Surely he hadn't been checking up on you. You had spent enough time with Lucifer in all this time that you would know him anywhere, and as soon as you saw Castiel, you knew that wasn't him.

It was all in his demeanor. In the slight arrogance, and slimy way he moved, you would have known it anywhere. However, you knew that if you outed him in front of Sam and Dean, they would get themselves killed.

So instead, you came up with a backup plan.

You just had to get Cas/Satan alone. If you could talk about it to him in private, maybe you could get this all figured out between the two of you. After all, no one knew how to reason with the devil like you.

It was a gift you possessed.

"Hey Cas, can I talk to you for a sec?" you wondered, gesturing behind you. Sam looked up momentarily from his book but paid you no mind. As far as he was concerned, he was just babysitting till Dean got back.

The man glanced up, his eyes shining as he met your own. He thought he was getting past you, you could see it in his face but you didn't care. Instead, you smiled, just like you would at Castiel.

You were a sight for sore eyes. The two of you had spent every single day for what felt like years together, and he hadn't seen you in weeks. He had missed you, but he kept up the ruse as best he could.

If you found him out, there was no telling what you would do.

As a demon, you should have been loyal to him but you had been a hunter once and you cared for the Winchester boys. Not to mention that Crowley had somehow convinced you that you had to do as he said.

There was no way for him to know, until he actually talked to you.

When he turned the corner where you'd disappeared, he was shocked to find that you had been waiting for him. Before he knew what was happening, he had been shoved against the wall, your hand around his throat.

You both knew that he could easily shove you off but he made no motion to. He had been made, that was fine but if you were going to try to kill him, you would have done it already.

"Well hello sweetness" he grinned, knowing that lying to you was no use. You knew that it was him.

All you did was roll your eyes at the nickname. Even in a moment like this, he didn't have to decency to even pretend to be ashamed. "What are you doing here? In Castiel's vessel?" You whisper yelled, still holding him in place.

You knew that he wouldn't hurt you but you still liked to remind him of his place in this conversation. Right now, you had the upper hand, all it would take was one wrong move and you could out him to everyone.

...You could do what Crowley had told you to do but you both knew that you wouldn't.

The hold that Lucifer had on you was a strong one, and you couldn't fight it-no matter how hard you tried.

“I just couldn’t stay away”

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