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My Heavens

Lucifer Morningstar x Ex Wife Reader Gabriel x Wife Reader

Pt 1- left her behind

Synopsis: You moved on and had a kid with another archangel

You gave birth throughout those centuries to twins, Caelum and Kailani. A boy and girl both have your color hair and eyes but your husband personally a shyness. Also both archangels.

You happily watch them grow with you husband as you both teaches them how to guide people into hopefulness and into following God.

Now they’re one hundred and ninety five years old in age and you are proud of them even though there still kinda of teenagers. You and gabriel were still proud but now with the extermination coming up you had to put your family first no matter the cost.

During the meeting with Charlie Morningstar that’s when you started feeling under the weather making you children go with their father instead of you going sick.

Charlie went up to your daughter mistaking it as you, “Woah Dad was right you are beautiful but you looks so young, Oh Right i’m Charlie you must be ___. My dad has been talking about you nonstop” Charlie rambled making Kailani raise her eyebrows.

“Sorry to burst your bubble but ___ is actually my mother” Kailani stated, “Both of our mother” Caelum add making Charlie look at the twins in shock.

“W-What?” Charlie asks as Vaggie approaches her.

“Yep sweetheart, we’re twins, Shocked? You are the only one that is” Caelum said rolling his eyes the princess stupidness. Kailani slapped her brother on the back of his head before laughing it off.

“Haha ignore my brother, it’s just your the only one who doesn’t noticed our similarities” Kailani said more kindly.

Vaggie pulls a still shock Charlie back to there seats but before they even made it Gabriel landed in front of them. “A-Ah Charlie, Vaggie I see you have met my children, my apologies about them they’re about bit of a hand full like they’re mother” He joked making Charlie gape at him.

“You and ___ had kids???” She questions him trying to get answers for her dad.

“Well of course married and have a new child on the way” Gabriel chuckled making Charlie feel bad about her dad not having this future with his first love.

“Ah I see well congratulations” She faked a smile as she congratulated him and his family.

“Thank you Miss. Morningstar and I hope you have the future you want” Gabriel said before flying away to his children.

After the meeting, Lucifer waited impatiently to hear the news from Charlie.

“What did ya hear Charlie? Did she accept me back to her life?” He asked his daughter hopefully making her looked down before grabbing his hand and slowly putting her wedding ring back into his hand. His smile drop looking at his daughter in fear.

“I’m so sorry dad but she’s married to another archangel named Gabriel and had twins the same age as me with another one on the way” Charlie explained to him.

Lucifer tried to hold into his tears but couldn’t as he sobs falling down to the floor. Charlie hold her dad as he sobs in her shoulder. “I-It’s all my f-fault” He cries out making Charlie console him.

[via-l0ve]

Hey pookie, how are you! I was wondering if you could do a romantic spn pref for sam, dean, castiel, crowley, and gabe? The plot would be that they're on a hunt with the reader and they have to infiltrait a strip club. The reader is female so she poses as a striper (she wears a white angle outfit). At one she pulls she pulls one of the guys into a private room to talk about the plan, but they see a camera in the room so the reader gives the guy a lap dance while explaining the plan as to not get caught. There is alot of sexual tension, and the guys have a crush on the reader. At this point they're only friends though. Thanks girl!

Private. (SPN Pref!) ❤️

a/n: i devoured this prompt. i am in heat. i hope you like this pookie!!!

warnings: SUGGESTIVE!!! read at your own risk, strip club, stripper!reader, lap dances, grinding, no actual smut but nsfw xx

Dean:

dean didn’t imagine this being his wednesday night.

his eyes watched you on the stage, walking around and pretending to be busy. the dainty Angel costume you were wearing hugged you in all the right places - just enough for him to imagine more.

in his distraction, he dosent realize you’re trying to get his attention.

he was suddenly pulled into one of the back, private rooms. he looked over and met your pretty eyes. he smiled.

“dean, i got info.” you smiled, closing and locking the door behind you both.

he was going to respond but his eyes caught something else. a camera. it seemed like you noticed too because you sighed.

dena watched you pull the chair to where the camera faced.

“sit.” you said in a seductive voice.

it’s just for the bit.’ dean reminded himself. he shakily sat down.

you walked toward him, back facing the camera. his eyes widened and face blushed as you started to give him a lap dance.

he was stiff as a board, too nervous to move.

“at least pretend you like it. we have to sell it so we don’t get caught.” you whisper in his ear, pressing kisses to his jawline.

shivers went down his spine and he nodded, grabbing onto your hips.

he stared into your eyes as you spoke, only being able to focus on the feeling of your hips on his, moving and grinding against him. his jaw clenched and he bit his lip, rubbing your hips with his thumbs.

you spoke about the case but he could barley hear you.

eventually you stopped, smiling at him.

“pay up, lover.” you grinned playfully.

he tried to hide his boner, giving you a forced smile as you walked away. his breath heavy and cheeks beet red.

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Sam:

sam was nose deep in one of his papers of his research he scraped together. his cheeks were red, trying not to look up at you.

not because he didn’t want to - no. he wanted to. more than anything. but if he did, he knew he wouldn’t be able to look away.

despite his efforts, when he felt a hand on his shoulder he had to look up. it was you.

the white angel outfit you were wearing caught his attention. it was tight and revealing, something he wasn’t used to seeing you in.

“come with me.” you lean down and whisper to him. he just nodded, following you.

he then found himself sitting on a chair in one of the back rooms.

“there’s cameras. i have to play my part sammy.” you said to him, and he nodded

“anything you want.”

he blushed again as you started to give him a lap dance. his eyes widened.

you spoke softly about the case, but he could only focus on your body and how it moved atop of his own.

he pretended he was listening, but he was struggling. only feeling the fogginess of his mind and the weight of your body on his lap.

it was over much too soon for his liking

you got off of him and smiled.

“maybe we do this more often.” you said with a smirk.

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Castiel:

poor boy

remember when he first went to the strip club

that’s him but x10 when he sees you

he’d never seen you in such clothing. not that he was complaining at all. if anything, he was ecstatic about it.

when you met his eyes from across the room, he got up and walked toward you immediately. you didn’t even have to ask (😍)

he followed you into the back rooms.

“cas. i gotta give you a lap dance.”

“what?”

“i’ve gotta play my part. is this okay?”

“…yes?”

castiel didn’t know what a lap dance was.

so when you started to actually do it

wowowowowow

he was gobsmacked.

his hands rested on your waist and he let you do whatever you had to do.

he bit back moans as he was so sensitive

but he listened intently to what you had to say about the case. his hips moved slightly with your body and his face was bright red.

he focused on your words but his eyes drank in how you moved against him and how his hands squeezed your hips

he could feel his dick throbbing against his jeans but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it

you got off of him eventually and he stayed sitting.

“c’mon. we gotta go.” you grinned and walked out before him. he was left with shaking hands and a red face.

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Crowley:

he watched all of the people at the club with wandering eyes, stopping when he saw you

your outfit fit you perfectly and hugged you in all the right places

crowleys eyes wandered down your body as you came closer to him.

“come.” you said softly, leading him to the private rooms. he smirked.

“now, i didn’t know you wanted this, y/n.”

you just smirk and sit him down in the chair.

you start the lap dance, bringing your mouth close to his ear and whispering the plan to him, grinding your hips against his.

his hands ran over your body and hips, feeling the curves of your body and the softness of your skin

he was grinning, listening to the plan while also enjoying the thrusts and movements of your body

he wanted you to continue for hours. days. forever

but when you got off of him, he had to refrain from pulling you back onto his lap.

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Gabe:

his eyes were on you from the start

he watched you with a passion, drinking in your appearance and how your white costume looked on your body.

the body he’d dreamed about seeing for months

that’s why he follows you into the back room without question

that’s also why he has to bite back moans when you start grinding against his lap, dancing

he watches with wide eyes, trying to listen to your words but drowning them out as he squirmed against your body weight

he gripped your hips and waist just a little bit too hard

he nodded along to the plan he wasn’t following, just watching your hips and body against his own

he let a groan slip from his lips at one point

his hips moving in rut him with your own

literally driving him insane.

but he’s not complaining

[gilverrwrites]

Their Perfect Date HCs [Angel edition]

Rating: General

Human Edition | Monster Edition

Please remember: There is strength in softness.

Cas

Absolutely brings you flowers. 

Hear me out: fruit picking!

Something like strawberries

Spend the day outdoors in the sunny weather, chatting, walking, picking and comparing fruits. 

Maybe a picnic at the end where you can refuel, and Cas can bask in the sun. Enjoy people/nature watching together. 

Then you take him home and make your harvest into something; a pie, wine, jelly/jam.

Put him in a frilly apron and boop flour on his nose, he’s in love. 

Cas won’t partake in the consumption, but he’ll enjoy watching you, and earnestly listen to your review.

Gabriel 

Brings you chocolates/candy.

(Obviously, he has ideas, plans, and wants of his own, to a dangerous extent but) Gabe at his core just wants to impress you, don’t give him choices because he’s very much a ‘whatever you want’ kinda guy in those scenarios. His ideal date is whatever your ideal date is. 

What do you want for dinner? ‘Whatever you fancy sugar’, your wish: my command.’  Do you prefer the red outfit, or the black? ‘I think you look smokin’ in both, pick whatever you feel good in.’ Do you want pasta or pizza? ‘I want a pizza you. Do you want pasta or pizza?’

Plus, he loves simultaneously using indecisiveness to wind you up and to force you to make decisions for yourself, to voice your own wants and needs.  

Ultimately though, I think his ideal date would be something surprisingly simple. 

Like a coffee date.

Or hot/boozy hot/chocolates and pancakes at a dessert restaurant. 

Tell him about your proudest moments, your favourite everything, your biggest adventures, your fondest dreams, so he can soak you in. 

He’ll tell you about his own escapades, drops some big names, about his early days on earth, and so on. 

Somewhere you can spend hours chitchatting, sharing stories, and getting to know each other, while getting high on sugar and playing footsie under the table. 

Jack

Isn’t sure which is most appropriate or which you would like most, so he brings you all the gifts! Chocolate, flowers, soft toys, you name it! 

But then he gets nervous and thinks it’s too much, so he only gives you the flowers.

Until you’re halfway through your date, when things are just easy and relaxed. He confesses and gives you the other stuff at the end of your date. 

As for the date itself it would be something classic but fun; bowling, mini golf, roller skating. 

If it’s score-based, he won’t be competitive, but also will not let you win. 

If the venue does food, and you’re struggling to pick he’ll order your second choice so the two of you can split and share.

Will find any excuse to try and hold your hand throughout. 

Lucifer 

Does not bring a gift. Come on, he’s all the gift you need. 

Lucifer is not easy to take on a date. (He’s not easy in any regard really.) Especially when you take into account his distaste for all things human.

If he’s earnestly asked you on a date/agreed to a date, then the only salvageable factor is you. No pressure.   

And it's not like he can just fly you away to another galaxy or something, cause you know, human bodies don’t tend to do well in the vacuum of space. 

Plus, he’s so contraire you could spend hours listing ideas and he would bat down every single one. (Secretly loving every moment because he gets to spend time with you, making you laugh as he comes up with more and more ridiculous reasons to reject your ideas). 

Really though, just take him with you on your daily routine, or even like, your ideal day. Let him bitch about all the humans in the grocery store, let him try your favourite foods, him laugh at the kid who dropped their ice cream, and let him watch you geek out at the book/video/hobby store without embarrassment. Just let him experience your true self, while letting him be his true self. 

No policing him, just pure unadulterated freedom with the person he loves.    

Michael 

Brings you chocolates, but not like fancy ones. Adam advised that gifts were customary in human dating culture, but didn’t specify which kind, so he got you a selection of candy bars, the same kind that Adam seems to enjoy. 

Something outdoorsy and active but with a view; Hiking, rock climbing, or even just a long walk on the beach. 

Something where you can find a nice place to settle and watch the clouds and/or stars together. 

If stargazing, he will teach you about the different constellations, their creation, and their stories. 

Will be absolutely enamoured if you already know some of it and are able to have a back-and-forth conversation. 

Adam also tried to teach him some other dating tricks, like fake stretching to put his arm around you, but that seems redundant. If he wants to put his arm around you, he will simply do so. 

Short circuits a little when you lean in closer and rest your head on his chest/shoulder. 

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Hello! I really love your works sm, can i request a sfw or nsfw head cannons of the angels from WHB? Thank you!!

I’m so glad you liked them!! So I’m tryna write the angels as best I can Gabriel is the only one I’ve met outside of a event, I’ve seen the other two in the Halloween event! I like em but ngl they have…unique kinks I needed to google hifth

I hope you enjoy!!

Over all cw: blaspheme (I think?? ((Angels worshiping you)), death (not main characters), abuse of power

Sfw/nsft hcs on Angels!

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Gabriel

Cw: inappropriate boners,

He basically a guard dog standing over your shoulder 24/7 to keep you safe, he calls you his ‘Lord/Lady/Highness’ and has an army of angels who think the same of you

He’s not very affectionate but if you just say ‘hold me/my hand’ or ‘kiss me’ he’d do it in a heart beat. As his God he only wants you pleased

He’s a terrible cook and somehow steals food and is terrifying good at getting away with it (it must be an angel thing??) he dosent even lie saying he made it, he’s just vague where it came from (only once have you caught him in the act and you made him apologize, but the person gave him the food regardless)

He dust a lot in your home and you cant help but notice the ‘home made’ duster he ‘found’ has feathers matching his wings…

Nsft

Canon Kink: Hierophilia; deriving sexual pleasure from religion, religious places and objects as well as find the act itself religious

He enjoys watching you participate in religious activities…maybe too much. He also finds pleasure in treating you as his god.

You jokingly thought of making him go to church, only for him to jump at the chance. He lowkey regretted it when you didn’t touch him, and made him stay squirming in his seat instead of helping him get off. He for whatever reason thought you’d let him jerk off or would touch him yourself as you were holy, nothing you did was wrong but…touching himself in this place is

You’ve actually caught him touching himself to you praying before, he got bashful upon getting caught but you swear you’ve heard him doing it after that, you just don’t catch him in the act (though you’ve caught him awkwardly standing by and adjusting himself)

He’s got a adorablely small and sensitive cock and he genuinely doesn’t need it touched to cum, roll it between your fingers for a few minutes and he’s trembling as he spills out all his cum

Michael

Cw: murder, inappropriate boners

He’s strict with everyone around you, but not you, in his eyes you are the law since he serves only you, you cant do wrong

He’s terrible if you have guest, he demands they now to you and though he’ll settle if you tell him to, he watches them like a hawk and makes sure nothing gets out of hand

You see that leash? If you get mad and pull on it, he will calm down and you have his full attention, give it another tug downwards, and he’ll drop to his knees in front of you, and anyone else in the room

He likes brushing and styling your hair, he’ll try to help you bathe, insisting you don’t need to lift a finger, he will take care of everything, just relax

Nsft

Canon Kink: Erotophonophilia; ‘Muder kink’, deriving sexual gratification from killing or watching someone get killed (BOY IS THIS A HARD KINK TO CASUALLY WORK WOTH)

If push comes to shove he has a habit of killing people who harass you too much/threaten you, but he gets…really excited afterwards and is pressing his thighs together to hide his erection, especially if you’re clearly not in the mood

You’ve seen him get in fights while still aroused from the last kill an honestly, when in public you sometimes just force a chastity cage on him to discourage him acting out

Though he believes self pleasure, or just the act in general is…sinful, he will do anything for you with no qualms, he only feels good when you touch him anyway

He suffered from wet dreams whenever you’re around him or he has objects with your scent

When he want to fool around desperately he will walk right up to you, kneel and beg you to touch his neither regions, stroking, slapping, pinching, doesn’t matter as long as you touch him

Raphael

Cw: messy kitchens, messy person, furniture abuse,

He’s messy and kinda gets annoying at times since he discovered how much fun it is to smash condiment packages

He’s good about cleaning, and he even cooks to make up for the mess…but he’s a sloppy cook too but at least it’s not intentional this time

He doesn’t understand that the furniture isn’t trying to hurt you and doesn’t need to be punished. He’s broken threee tables, one bed post and five chairs since he’s moved to being your ‘Guardian Angel’, all for tripping you or you stubbed your toe on them

He’s not affectionate but he’s not distant, he just follows your lead, he stands close by and if you ask him to come over he flops in your lap and looks up at you like a puppy. He likes when you watch tv and let him lay across your lap, he falls asleep easily that way

Nsft

Canon Kink: Automysophilia; getting sexual gratification from defiling oneself, being dirty or defiled

He enjoys getting messy with cum, blood, dirt, just about anything. He will be blissed if you strip him and cover him in…well it’s up to you ;)

He has no qualms with jerking off in front of you if you don’t want to touch him while he’s too messy, but he wants you to be fully clothed while he’s sprawled out naked in front of you

He’s fucked slime before since it feels…weirdly good around his shaft, to the point he gets excited when he sees it around the house. You had to punish him for thinking he could ‘fool around’ with it then hide it away again

He’s got a very sensitive halo, while other angels get off to them being touched like a devils horns, he avoids it since it brings him to his knees in seconds

[supernaturalfreewill]

You and Gabriel were both staring down at the three smoking vessels of the demons he'd just vanquished by barely twitching a finger. Your eyebrows lifted.

"Wow. That was..."

"Impressive? Intimidating? Sexy?" he asked hopefully.

You laughed and crossed your arms, giving him an appraising look. "Let's not go that far," you said.

He wilted slightly and his golden eyes flickered over your face. "You're a tough nut to crack. I'm starting to think nothing will impress you. Perhaps you've been hanging out with the Winchesters too long..." he mused.

"Plenty of things impress me still. Just—maybe not what you'd think."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... this life... I've seen a lot of power, wielded for both good and evil. It's not something I find particularly awe-inspiring at this point."

"Then what—?"

"Kindness in the face of cruelty. Gentleness. Selfless actions. That sort of thing."

He was looking at you with a soft expression on his face and a sparkling light in his eyes that was almost staggering. "That—that is... wow. That was a very good answer. And something I definitely am taking to heart."

You smiled at him. "I don't think you'll have to try too hard to impress me, Gabe..." you said fondly.

"Did—did you just call me Gabe?" That was a first. It was so familiar, almost a term of endearment...

All you did was smile at him again, and he felt a glow of warmth in the center of his chest that he'd never felt before. That, too, was a first. And he hoped there would be many more. Prompt: "That was..." / "Impressive? Intimidating?" / "Let's not go that far." Happy Supporting Character Saturday!

[lokischickadee]

Them: are you a sam girl or a dean girl?

Me: neither

Them: oh so you are a castiel girl?

Me: close....

Them: who's girl are you then?

Me: I am Gabriel's girl!

[domreaderheadcannonscenarios]

(Due to tumblr marking my blog as explicit I have posted this from my original blog as it’s a request from there but I’ll be posting it here to so it actually shows on tumblr!)

I love the idea of overstimming him! Making the ‘feared angel’ whimper and cry while you tease his shaft into yet another release

Oh but praising him after each load, thanking him for giving into his urges and cuming for you🤍

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Gabriel (overstim, small dick,)

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“My Lord? D-didn’t I say? T-this is too much o-on me.” Gabriel complained, hips twitching forwards as you try to regain your grip on his shaft. With how much he’s leaking, it’s hard to keep the little thing in your hand! It kept slipping out and when you tightenen your grip-

“A-ah!” A surprised yelp escapes him upon the tightness engulfing his shaft. “I-it’s so-“ He hissed in what you couldn’t tell was pain or pleasure. He tries to protest as you force him to release in your hand again.

“Thank you,” You praise, earning a confused whimper. You were pleasuring him, why were you thanking him? Gabriel tried to protest but it died in his throat upon you taking as much of his cum as you could and brought it up to his face. “See this? With this I can live in your world longer, will you give me more?”

Gabriel nodded quickly. “Anything f-for you, I’ll give you everything-“ He keeps pathetically as you use his cum to lube his shaft and continued stroking him. He squeaked and kept squirming, you know his sensitivity must be heavy by now but you don’t stop. He bucks into your hand, trying to help but struggling. “I-I want to-give you more! I dare say it’s s-starting to hurt!” He whimpered out.

You slip in front of him, him, dropping to be face to face with his groin. He jumps when you exhale onto his aching manhood. You take his cocklet into your mouth fast, he’s trembling upon the very first suck and he’s gasping.

“W-wwaait! You-my Lord! You cant put something so f-filthy in your mouth please!” He whined out as his thighs try to snap shut around your head. “I beg of you, it’s so hot down there…I-it burns mercy! Mercy!” You realize it means he’s close to getting off again.

You hold his legs apart as you harshly suck on the trembling organ like a pop before he wails out desperate praise and finishes once more. You’re surprised by how much his cocklet gives you this time, filling your mouth with his seed as you swallow it down quickly.

He trembles, you imagine that was a lot for his first blowjob, but he doesn’t voice any complaint as you sit up, then yank him to the edge of your bed so his hips are flush against yours. “I’ll help you get cleaned up.” You leave him with his legs spread, still catching his breath as you get a wet (but warm) towel to clean up his mess.

Upon your return, Gabriel almost looks like he passed out, but upon the cloth grazing his exhausted shaft he jumped a bit and his eyes opened again. “N-no it’s…it needs more rest…” He whined out half asleep. With a glance down he realizes it’s a towel. “Ah…thank you, just…gentle? S-sorry, it wasn’t as much as you wanted, I-I’m not that good with stamina…”

You cooed and leaned over to kiss him, hand cleaning his shafts abruptly turning to rubbing the limp organ. He mewled in response.

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[luna-writes-stuff]

The types my favourite Supernatural characters would fall for:

Includes Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Jack Kline, Crowley, and Rowena Macleod

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Sam Winchester:

Surprisingly, I don’t think Sam would go for a nerd, or a bamf. No, I think he loves the gentle people most. Those who - regardless of whether or not they know about monsters - see the good in everything. Those who share a positive mindset and manage to smile through every situation. Sam has been through hell and back, and he needs that place of solitude more than he cares to admit. Someone he can run to who he knows will make him feel better. Comforting arms, gentle words, reassuring kisses: he craves those things more than anything. And he will damn well do anything he can to keep you safe from all those things he fights against. God forbid you are the one to be faced with those evils. His face always seems to light up upon seeing you. He has this habit of walking to you and wrapping his arms around you, lifting you off the ground slightly. But when he is exhausted, or something goes wrong, he will saunter, place an arm around your waist and pull you in for a side hug, his face buried in your hair, simply grateful to be back home. With you. He needs those things and we all know it.

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Dean Winchester:

Now, Dean is the exact person to fall head over heels for nerds. People who can kick ass? Sure. But someone who knows a lot of things about a lot of different subjects? Very attractive. We all know Dean is somewhat of a nerd himself - we’ve seen it on multiple occasions - but he buries it deep down. But once you start rambling about a book series you love, or a game you’re really into, 90% chance he’ll give it a go behind your back. When you find out, he always plays the “so I can talk along” card, but let’s be honest: he’s genuinely curious. It sounds so stupid and nerdy, he wants to know what it is all about. Opposite of him, you love books. Unfortunately, he used to take advantage of this. He’d let you do all the reading while he sits in the chair beside you. Doing nothing. But he’s learned to love research with you. Somehow, it is very calming to him. He tends to let go of his emotions easier when it’s the two of you nose deep in books. And that’s something so delicate to you, because you know how Dean can be during these times. It is a sign he trusts you a lot.

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Charlie Bradbury:

Golden retriever girlfriend golden retriever girlfriend golden retriever girlfriend golden retr-. She has a lot of nerdy hobbies, if you will. But if you are willing to participate in them, she’ll do a double take. In her eyes, you had always been attractive, but she is awkward, so she pushed those feelings down. But now you are actually interested in playing a game of DnD with her? Maybe she is over analysing things, and you are just being polite. But one event turns into two, which turns into three, which turns into four. And when she announced your fifth shared event with Dean, he’s had enough. He is the one to actually encourage Charlie to ask you out. In his words “grow a pair and get it over with”. Very inspiring. So, that day, she starts stumbling over her words. Anxiety overload. And that’s when you interrupt her and ask her out for dinner. A dinner as in a dinner date. And after that, everything just happens on its own. You don’t care what Charlie comes up with, as long as she doesn’t have to do it alone. And for her to have someone to share her interests with, is all she could really ask for. It makes her so happy, it becomes difficult to contain. All in a good manner, of course.

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Castiel:

You guys know Folklore/Evermore (you should)? Cas would definitely be attracted to someone with those vibes. Someone calm and gentle, very laid back, bookwise, and imaginative. Perhaps an author, or a musical s/o. Someone who outs expressions and emotions through art. The look of focus and dedication on your face is simply so entrancing. Oftentimes, he’ll simply sit beside you and stare at you while you work. At first, it was very distracting and made you grow all flustered, but you got used to the feeling. Now, instead of intruding, it is soothing. He’d met you through Sam and Dean, who you knew in your youth. They kept in touch. And then one day he shows up in the middle of your bedroom, claiming he would bring you somewhere safe. And just like that, you had found yourself in the bunker. The boys had been hunting a pack of werewolves with a grudge against the Winchesters. And they had found out about you. As the pair was out, you and Cas got to know each other fairly well, and things just took off from there. He claims your works are some of the best his father ever created, and that he can spend hours looking at them, or listening to them. And he will. He actually keeps an entire journal with ideas he finds throughout his life and offers it to you, hoping to help you somehow. It’s endearing.

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Gabriel:

Gabriel has seen some stuff, okay. He has heard and seen stories happen throughout many lifetimes. And he’s always been a sucker for a good story. If you are an author or bookworm, he’d grow enthusiastic at the thought. Sure, he loves looks, but he has a soft spot in his heart to those who love stories as much as he does. That entire Casanova attitude drops when he’s around you. He’s gentle, careful, almost as if you are the most precious cargo in the world. You have to share your works with him, would you have them. He wants to know everything he can, and everything you are willing to share with him. Read any good books? Tell him all about it. In detail. Rant about it, he doesn’t care. Late nights are spent on either the couch or on the bed. His head is in your lap as you drown yourself in a good book, reading aloud to him as he hums occasionally, letting you know he is still reading. And in exchange, he’ll tell you the things he has seen (though, only the good things). His entire personality seems to change around you, and is something he is so grateful for.

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Lucifer:

Lucifer isn’t usually the type to fall in love quickly. But it’s all about playful banter with him. You dare argue back to him? You’re lucky you’re cute. Your initial meeting was after the whole Amara debacle, and - suffice to say - you were pissed when you saw him. You full-out shouted in his face, pointing accusing fingers and yelling words you probably shouldn’t. And he just smiled. He’d probably say something along the lines of “you’re adorable when you yell”. Now, that pisses you off even more. It takes some before you finally have a good conversation with him. And that’s when you realise, he might not even be that bad of a guy. If anything, you are the one who argues back and forth with him because you know he loves it. It’s that playful and loving mocking, you know? He lives for it and you know it. That satisfied smirk? Those joyful eyes? That’s all admiration, darling. He is taken with you from your first shouting match at him. “Asshole” “Minx” “Mister ‘I like to make others feel bad because it makes me feel good’” “Who am I? ‘I like to pile up all my emotions and stuff them down somewhere until I explode’” “You insufferable prick” “Your insufferable prick ;)”

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Jack Kline:

Jack loves a person who lives more in the present. He worries a lot. Like, an unnecessary amount. There’s a lot of things swirling in his mind constantly. He needs a significant other who will take him on walks in nature. Someone to take him shopping just for the fun of it. Spontaneous dinner dates, taking the car to a random destination, changing the rooms just because they can. Someone who is spontaneous enough to drag him with them constantly. He needs the distractions, whether he likes to admit it or not. But he goes with you willingly. Regardless of what you say or offer; his answer always seems to be ‘yes’. He has fallen for you the moment he set eyes on you. He didn’t even know what that feeling was at first. It led to a very uncomfortable conversation with Dean. He said things he probably shouldn’t have said to Jack. He feels inexplicably happy around you, as if all worries and care simply disintegrate in your presence. It’s so relaxing to him, he doesn’t find himself wanting to part with you anytime soon. He is smitten with you and everyone can see it.

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Crowley:

Crowley appreciates honesty more than he lets on. Does he lie? Yes. Does he do it on a daily basis? Yes. Would he lie to you? Only if he had to to protect you from something. But he needs a break from that constant nagging from demons, or the calling of the Winchesters. He needs a place to rant and sigh. Someone who he could explain all his irritations towards. But he wants that person to actually form a conversation with that person. Not just be heard, but also receive caring words. Honest words for when he needs it most. But, besides those moments, he needs someone with somewhat of an intimidating atmosphere around them. This already comes naturally when seeing Crowley, but you need that neutral face, set in stone, safe for when it’s just the two of you. Someone who can help him with difficult decisions or orders. But also someone compassionate enough to slow him down at times. Ironically, the Winchesters really like you. Crowley hates it.

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Rowena Macleod:

Rowena is a lady and she loves to be reminded of it: take her out on dates, buy her flowers, engulf her in affection and offer her compliments on the daily. She returns the gestures twice as much. I mean, she puts spells on you just to make sure you are okay. That spell she uses for herself so she cannot die easily? She will 10/10 do that on you too. Once she finds someone to settle for, someone she truly loves, she’ll do anything for that person. Your opinion and well-being comes first, always. It’s almost as poetic as swans; she can and will dedicate her life to you. The Winchesters didn’t even know about you until Lucifer got out to look for his son. Rowena hid at your place after she was burned. You were her one safe place and she did not hesitate to run to you. She is the person to put her life on the line if it meant getting you to safety. Hell, even Crowley was in it for as long as he could. And he did a great job, because - when he was still alive - the Winchesters never found out about you. Rowena is the type to be all domestic with someone: A home, a cat, cooking in kitchens - though she does love fancy restaurants. At first you wouldn’t really believe it, but she would love to get settled down somewhere. As long as it means she gets to keep her craft there as well.

[quicksilversg1rl]

Feel’s Like Sugar In Me

gabriel x fem reader

warnings: a lil angsty but fluffy at the end, mentions of self harm

summary: gabriel visits you after not seeing you for five years

a/n: basically like the scene where he goes to see alice again but not exactly the same!

He was careful not to wake you, tiptoeing through your apartment till he got to your room. He opened the door slowly, wincing as it creaked.

Once the door was finally open, his eyes landed on your sleeping form, your legs tucked to your chest as you slept. His face softened, a gentle smile making itself home on his face; he had finally gotten to see you after being away from you for so long.

He rushed over to your bed, sliding his shoes off and taking off his beanie as he got on, slowly sliding towards your body; he immediately wrapped his arms around your frame, burying his face into your skin as he breathed in your scent.

You began to stir against him, your body unconsciously trying to get comfortable against the new and unfamiliar warmth pressed to your back. You tossed and turned, your eyes opening as you yawned. The feeling of a strange chest pressed up against you finally kicking in, causing you to jump up from your bed, putting distant between you and the stranger.

“Woah woah what the fuck!” you yelled out, fumbling for the taser in your desk drawer and pulling it out, holding it out in front of you. You were about to turn it on when his face became visible, the moonlight hitting his face perfectly, causing you to let out a shaky breath as all your memories of him came flooding back.

“Gabe…?” you trailed off, lowering the taser before concentrating hard on his face and your surroundings, trying to figure out if your mind was playing a trick on you or if you were dreaming.

“Surprise!” he softly said, a huge smile on his face as his big blue eyes looked at you.

“Gabe what the fuck? How are- what are you doing here? How the fuck did you even get in?” you rambled on, your eyes anxiously looking at your window for signs of entry before looking at your door.

“You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” he sweetly said, eyes filled with hope and love as he looked at you. He moved towards you, causing you to take a few steps back, making sure to put distance between you two.

His face fell at your action, the hope in his eyes fading away as he registered your reaction.

“You’re scared of me?” he sadly asked, his face looking similar to that of a hurt puppy, his slight frown tugging on your heartstrings.

“No I’m just-“ you stopped yourself, trying to find the right words to say to your first love.

“To be honest with you Gabe, yes I’m scared, you broke into my house in the middle of the night and you got into bed with me while I was sleeping, that’s pretty fucked!” you stopped, clearing your throat before you spoke again, “how’d you even find me?” you anxiously asked, your arms wrapping around your body as you looked at him.

His heart shattered at your confession, the person he loved most was scared of him and it was all his fault, he thought.

A few tears began to form in his eyes, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed before speaking, “But-but I always used to do it and you never had a problem with it.” he asked, sounding defeated as he tried to figure out why it was such a problem.

“That was five years ago Gabe, five years! So much has changed since then!” you unexpectedly yelled out, your hands immediately coming up to cover your mouth once you realized.

He flinched as you screamed, his nose crinkly as he tried to keep himself from breaking down.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to see you, you were all I ever thought about in there, and I knew that as-” he let out a shaky breath, wiping his eyes before speaking up again,”-as soon as I got out, I needed to come find you.”

Your heart shattered as you looked at him, eyes glazed over with tears.

“Gabe…” you whispered out, not knowing what to do; your emotions were everywhere as your mind was reminded of a really dark time for you, your brain having suppressed these memories due to how much it hurt you.

They all came flashing back to you; the day you found out about what Gabriel had done to himself and that he was being sent to a mental institution, you didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye and your parents had forbid you from even trying to visit him. You moped for days, weeks, and even months. It took you quite a while to move on, the memory of Gabriel slowly fading away, the pain along with it; but now it was like a bandaid being ripped off, the wound opening again as you remembered everything.

“I-I, I needed to see you, please don’t push me away, please don’t shut me out, please I need you!” he whisper shouted, his hands grabbing yours as he began sobbing, causing your head to hang low as the tears rolled down your cheeks. You closed your eyes as you cried, not wanting to look at Gabriel, knowing if you did you’d just give in. You still loved him, even after all these years; he was the first boy you’d ever kissed, the first boy you had ever held hands with you, he was your boy and you were madly in love with him, you still were.

Your eyes reluctantly opened, your gaze falling onto his hands. You noticed the bloody tissue poorly wrapped around it, causing you to pull your hands from him and wipe your tears, carefully grabbing onto his hand as you looked at it.

“Jesus Gabe, what happened, who did this to you?” you asked, peeling the tissue away to reveal a nasty gash across his palm.

His lip quivered at your question, his eyes looking anywhere but yours. You looked up to him for an answer, his guilt ridden face giving you all the answer you needed.

“Oh god…” you whispered out more to yourself than to him, your face falling as you realized he had done it himself.

“Look, it’s fine it’s nothin’ I was just bored that’s all,” he said, causing you to just shake your head as you got up, you knew he was lying but you weren’t going to press him on it.

You walked towards your bathroom and got your first aid kit, walking back to him as you saw him anxiously biting his nails, picking at the skin around them too.

You grabbed his injured hand, beginning to clean the wound and eventually properly bandage it.

“Thank you..” he said softly, a warm blush to his face as he realized that you still cared about him.

There was an awkward silence between you two for a while, the only sound in the room being that of you and Gabriel’s breathing.

“Does your mom know you’re here?” she asked him, his face looking guilty once again, causing you to just sigh out as you thought about the situation at hand.

“She doesn’t, but please, don’t tell her okay, I don’t wanna be there, they-they don’t treat me like a person in there-“ he let out a shaky breath, his hands twitching at his sides as he spoke, “-they’ll just send me back so that they don’t have to deal with me anymore, they all get to live a happy normal life and I don’t!” he slightly yelled out, tears in his eyes.

“But I don’t need them, I just need you, I just need you okay? I love you, I love you so much, please,” he begged, the patched up cracks in your heart slowly unraveling as you heard him talk about his home life.

“Please, just- at least for tonight, I just wanna be with you,” he spoke sadly, looking up into your eyes, a few tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Gabriel…” you whispered, his hands trembling as they grabbed onto yours.

“You know, you and dad are the only ones that get to call me that,” he spoke, a small smile falling over his features, “You’re the only ones that truly love me, you’re not like the others; they just wanna control me and keep me locked away, but not you, you’re-you’re different right,” he said, a cry bubbling in the back of his throat as he spoke, almost as if he was trying to reassure himself that you wouldn’t treat him like everyone else had.

You wiped your tears as you looked at him, his dark circles becoming more visible, his face looking dull and lifeless, causing your heart to break even more.

“When last have you eaten or slept, you need to take care of yourself Gabe,” you faintly spoke, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek.

His face warmed up at your familiar touch, his head tilting to lean into your palm.

“I uh- I think maybe two or three days ago? I dunno but I feel fine, I didn’t have time to do those things, I just needed to find you,” he expressed, a warm smile on his face as he looked at you, slowly grabbing your hand and pressing his lips to the back of it.

Your lips trembled at his action, your heart yearning to give in and finally take him into your arms. You had missed him so much over the years, even when your mind forced you to forget about him, your heart ached for him.

You finally wrapped your arms around him, his face immediately burying into your neck. You signed out as you finally held him again, your throat letting out a muffled noise as you began crying.

“I missed you so much,” you spoke into his skin, lifting your head up before grabbing his face as you looked at him, wiping away his tears as you smiled.

He was so relieved, a heavy weight being lifted from his shoulders as you finally told him what he needed to hear.

Before he could say anything more, your lips pressed against his, your arms wrapping around his neck.

You took him by surprise but he immediately kissed back, his hands situated on your hips as you kissed him. It was like the rest of the world melted away as your lips danced against each others, nothing else mattering besides the two of you.

You smiled into the kiss, resting your forehead against his.

He looked so beautiful like this, wild, lust filled eyes staring up at you, his lips red and a bit swollen from the searing kiss you shared.

“Okay you gotta get some sleep now Gabe,” you whispered, his lips chasing to find yours again, causing you to let out a light hearted laugh as you pressed your index finger against his lips.

“We can talk about the more serious issues tomorrow, but for now you need to sleep,” you repeated, pulling him by the hand as you got back into your bed, your mind racing as you thought about everything that had just happened.

His face lit up as he got in next to you, pressing his back against your chest as you wrapped your arms around him, spooning him. He felt so content and safe like this, being surrounded by you and only you causing him to finally relax.

You tucked your head into the crook of his neck, sighing out as you kissed his pulse point.

After a beat of silence you spoke up, “I’m not the same person I was 5 years ago,” you gently said, your hand grabbing his.

“Mhm, nothing will ever make me stop loving you okay? I’m just glad I have you,” he mumbled, kissing your hand once again.

You both laid in silence, your thumb caressing the back of his hand, lulling him to sleep.

“I love you,” he muttered out, falling fast asleep in your arms.

thank you for reading :)

reblogs are greatly appreciated 💐💌

not my best work :( but I really wanted to get it out !!

[yeowhy]

[ “The Devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy.” ]

cw :; smut [ Gabriel/M!Reader :: corruption kink, guided masturbation, praise kink, voyeurism, pet names (reader receiving), p.w.o.p, no actual penetration . . there definitely will be if I do a second portion, though!! ] FEM DNI. extra ;: tall gabriel. very tall (though not mentioned). yummers. reader is a follower of gabriel, but not an alternate. . oh! Gabriel is referred to as "Mister Gabriel" once. this was also requested!!

a/n :: my mother had just invited me to a church class and I was going to decline until I got this request . . i ended up going for some ideas. ⭐️ THIS IS ALSO NOT PROOFREAD. we die like jonah/adam; foolishly. ( forgive me for that . . )

Gabriel ( despite being who he is ) isn’t someone who necessarily gets aroused or has any kinds of those thoughts . .

but when it comes to you, however.

just the thought of taking your innocence, whether it be forcibly or consensually, is enticing.

just look at you! his loyal, innocent, dear, follower. he can’t help it,

he wants to teach you anything he can that you aren’t aware of, or have ever tried. whether it be sexual, or not. he wanted to plague and corrupt you and your mind.

gabriel’s thin yet firm hands traced your face, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, smiling. not the smile he’d use when intimidating or revealing himself to the people in the county, full of malice and greed, but a different one. he seemed happy. . excited.

“ my dear dove,” the false angel cooed, holding your face in between his hands as if it would break with one false move, “ would you like to learn something . . new, today?”

he starts by saying that what he'd be teaching you would bring you closer to him, and would strengthen your bond and loyalty. .

and, of course, you believe him. as a loyal follower of gabriel's, of course you would!

the false archangel's hands begin to creep farther up your chest, underneath the plain, white, dress shirt you had been wearing previously. he stared down at you, face seeming concentrated and stern as his fingers began to lightly tweak and pull at your nipples.

small gasps and whined slipped from you, confused on what was going on and what gabriel was doing. . but you trusted him. he had said the teachings you were going to receive would strengthen your fellowship, so might as well go through with it. there was no backing out now, anyway. .

" mm- mister gabriel? " you mumbled softly, not sure if it would be alright to speak at such moment. what were you even meant to do, anyway? just sit and watch?

" yes, my dove?" he replied, voice soothing and calm. he stared into your eyes, smiling that excited smile again, stopping all movements to pay full attention to what you were going to say.

you gulped now that all his attention was towards you, nervously staring down at his hands as they rested against your chest. " wh- what am I supposed to do? surely all the work isn't just on your part. ."

you were so innocent and adorable.

" mm. you're right," the other replied. " turn around for me, dear. I'm going to show you an . . exercise, and then then you do it on your own. alright?" a simple nod from you was given, turning around so your back was pressed against his upper body.

slowly, he took your hand into his, slipping them both underneath your pants and undergarments, taking hold of your already half hard cock. " oh?" gabriel mumbled to himself, smiling to himself against your neck.

a sharp inhale came from you, beginning to squirm and shake. " ah - did I do something wrong?" you tilted your head back, looking up at the 'angel.' you poor thing, sensitive and worried . . he almost felt bad for how he was going to plague your mind and fill it with filth.

gabriel shook his head, beginning to guide your hand around your cock. he slowly moved your hand, squeezing slightly below your tip so you would follow - small gasps and moans falling upon gabriel's ears. you sounded so delightful.

" good boy."

now that was shocking. your legs tensed, starting to close together from those two simple words. meaningless praise that had you reacting this way, it felt surreal. there was a soft yet strong pressure building somewhere in your body . . but then it ceased. just when Gabriel's hand had pulled his and your hands away together.

you panted repeatedly, legs shaking still as your back slumped against his chest. it felt so tiring, even when you had barely done anything. " now, dove, try it yourself. " Gabriel commanded, humming contently as his hands pulled your pants and underwear down mid-thigh so he could observe properly.

slowly, you began to pump your hand up and down, following what gabriel had guided you to do, but something about it . . it didn't feel nice, nor was the pressure coming back. even when gabriel was guiding you, it had been your hand, so why didn't it feel as . . good?

mewling, you peered up at Gabriel, whining to him about how it didn't feel . . nice. " my poor dove." he cooed mockingly, though you didn't seem to catch it. gabriel pried your hand away from your now throbbing and aching cock, wrapping his own hand around it.

then he began to stroke up and down, squeezing slightly at the base and the tip, rubbing the slit softly with the pad of his thumb. your moans became more and more erratic and messy, the pressure building again, though far stronger than before.

with a few more pumps of gabriels hand and you were shaking, your legs closing tightly around gabriel's hand and wrist, the pressure beginning to fade slowly. slowly, gabriel opened your legs again with his spare hand, having you look down at the mess.

there was a substance of some sort coating gabriels hand and a part of your thigh, dripping down. your eyes drooped, mumbling a soft apology to Gabriel about the mess. . falling asleep not even a few moments later.

oh, Gabriel was going to teach you so much later on.

[rae-pss]

hello :D this is my first time requesting but I have read your self-aware whb and i possible can we have more crumbs of that au? I love your writing very much (o゜▽゜)o❤

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . the worst thing about the free topic is the infinite things that can be talked about, and i don't know which one to choose right now (😭). also i'm working on levi in the self aware au, have faith in me please. btw, thanks for the sweet words (🥹🫶); i hope you like it, dear anon (<3). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended

the worst, or rather, one of the most complicated and dangerous parts of the realization is, without a doubt, the obsession that certain winged individuals are being victims of.

that feeling once thought lost, of a higher being so close to them, whether or not that of god himself, has turned them into mere empty puppets seeking to feel that heat directly near them once again.

the point can reach such an extreme, in which a section of the angels is sent to do an exhaustive study to search how to reach you directly or how to bring you there with them.

know that a certain trio of seraphim will not hesitate to give their all, and even more, to achieve that. whatever blood, sweat and tears they must expend for it to be a reality. believe me, they're insistent in their beliefs.

you just have to hope, poor soul, that none of the possible options happen. you do not want to see yourself in front of any of these angels whose sanity abandoned them long ago.

[yandereworlds]

We haven’t gotten around to making new content about our characters, HOWEVER Yandere!Gabriel has been living rent free in my mind ever since the new episode, so have this instead //Mun kiki

[via-l0ve]

Hey-hey!! I'm so glad I came across your posts on SPN!!

Let's imagine that the reader has severe menstrual pain. I'd like to see the boys take care of her during "those days". If possible, add Gabriel, I love him soooo much.

Period Pains (SPN pref!)🩷

a/n: hi honey!!! i absolutely adore this request. from someone with terrible periods, im sending you hugs and kisses

warnings: periods/menstrual cycle, mention of pain, cramps and things like that!!

Dean:

dean is scared

idk at first he thought you were gonna die

he was so scared when you curled yourself up in a little ball

he learned to just go with whatever you wanted

cuddles? always. stay the fuck away from you? gladly

literally ask him for anything he will be out and grabbing it for you within two minutes.

he’s always stocked with products for you

he also always has heating pads and medicine for you. he’s so worried about your health

he wants to make sure you’re comfortable

he makes you stay in bed and no hunts until the bleeding stops

he gets you presents

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Sam:

sam has a whole bag for you

emergency pads, tampons, extra underwear, medicine

he gets nervous

is ALWAYS right by your side

floods you with compliments and worries

“are you going to be okay?” “yes sam. just like every other month.”

“you’re so pretty, y/n.”

just. ugh. i love him

he will go out and buy you pads or tampons or cups or whatever the fuck you use with no shame

he tries to not make you mad or overwhelm you

he always takes off hunts to be with you

what a cute boy <3

he just wants the best for you

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Castiel:

first of all, cas is horrified that you have to go through this

when you explain in detail why you get cramps, he swears he almost passes out

poor boy is so worried about his love

he tracks it on his phone

just so he can stock up on products for you

he writes you love letters and buys you candy

he also will watch all of your silly little movies with you

you don’t ever have to ask

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Gabe:

Gabe is always tryna make you laugh

he’s very ill prepared and he dosent know what to do

he annoys you accidentally a lot and then gets scared when you yell/cry/other emotions

he buys you flowers for every day of your period

he also learned somewhere that orgasms help lessen the pain of period cramps so..

aaaaaanyways

he watches your movies with you and cooks food you for constantly

he cried with you at bambi

“the mom dies????”

“Y/N WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME WATCH THIS?”

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Supernatural Preference: Wichester! Reader loving hugs

Content/Warnings: Includes Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel and Lucifer, Reader is the youngest sibling who‘s existence they only recently came to know, Gender neutral Reader

Dean

Dean is super stuck up when it comes to affection and rather shows it in the loyalty and devotion he has towards his family. So when they find out about you you can imagine how awkward he gets when you keep hugging him. He has a hard time getting used to it and at first his hands always shoot up in surprise, hanging in the air before giving you a small pat on the back.

He will definitely be sarcastic about it and roll his eyes at you because thats what this guy always does if he spots even a hint of affection in the air. When he realized that it hurt you, thinking he doesn’t want your hugs or love he will stare off into space for a moment, clenching his jaw. He feels like he fucked up and sighs, waiting for the next opportunity to casually put his arm around your shoulder as you walk to the Impala as a way of apologizing and showing you that he doesn’t mind.

Sam

He will be just as surprised as Dean because affection doesn’t really.. run in the family. So to see you being so openly sweet and affectionate is both an unusual and pleasant experience for him. He‘ll laugh when you throw yourself at him and briefly picks you up.

When he‘s feeling cheeky he‘ll pick you up and wander around just to drop you off somewhere random, being openly amused with the way you‘ll squeal and complain about where he‘s carrying you. It‘s his way of teasing you being his younger sibling and all. He isn’t used to being a bigger brother, but he kinda experiences it by connecting to you through your love language, which is clearly physical touch.

Castiel

You‘re probably the first person ever to hug him. His eyes widened when that happened, looking so lost at your greeting that your brothers couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. He‘ll ask what you were doing with him and you‘ll part, explaining that it’s a hug and that humans do that to show affection. He will frown as if you just asked him a complicated equation.

He came to realize that you were a very physical person as you kept on greeting him this way and casually hooked your arms with his. He would always shoot you a small gaze with that unreadable expression if his before carrying on with you by his side. When it comes to your hugs he will establish that part as a routine when you see each other, already broadly opening his arms like he‘s about to be nailed to a cross with the most unfazed expressions ever. You‘ll giggle and walk into his arms to hug him.

Gabriel

Gabriel is always butting heads with your brothers so you can say he‘s fairly surprised that their youngest sibling isn‘t trying to kill him but is even openly expressing affection towards him. At first he‘ll definitely comment on it in a flirtatious way, gazing at you curiously but not without his signature smirk. You‘ll roll your eyes but wouldn’t mind otherwise.

Your brothers will warn you that this guy is dangerous and keep a very close eye on him when you hug Gabriel. But he‘s one of the few who would actively hug you as well as soon as he knows you’re into that. He believes that he just does it to annoy your brothers but that isn’t the whole truth. He loves to see you excited to see him and feeling this genuine affection. It’s rare for him, you would be the only person to be this kind to him which is why he‘ll always spare you from his pranks. He’s careful with what he does with you because he doesn’t want to loose the only kind of genuine affection that is expressed towards him.

Lucifer

When it comes to Lucifer.. the boys won’t be cautious like with Gabriel, they will be full on protecting you, trying to get you away from him when you first hug the Devil. They will think you’re out of your mind for sure, full on expectation that Lucifer will take advantage of the closeness to hurt you.

Lucifer himself will huff out a laugh when you hug him and not reciprocate in any way, being amused with the naivety it takes to go hug the literal Devil. He‘ll frown with a smile, and at first he‘ll be pretty condescending about it.

It’s another story though when you’re sad. He likes your kind and fun energy, you never seem to mind who he is and it’s refreshing to have someone treat him like that. Almost like an equal, even if you’re far from it. But once he sees you’re sad.. his smile will drop and he‘ll curiously ask whats gotten into you. Probably mocking you a little as he asks if reality finally hit that lovey dovey attitude of yours. But when he sees that you’re seriously not doing good he‘ll sigh and hug you from behind, gazing at you over your shoulder and making a joke about how he’s no priest but you can gladly confess to him anyways.

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[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

This image does so much to me, like I love it, I love the thought of leaving him like this at the mercy of random devil in some bar or someshit to humiliate Gabriel…

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Gabriel was pitiful, he wanted you to forgive him, upon the angels coming to the conclusion to turn to you instead of there missing God, they’d all come flocking to you for forgiveness to which you forced peace between them and demons to ensure they’d both be safe and more importantly.

You could finally go home.

The only angel you had a personal hatred against decided to show up in Hell. Unannounced, he dropped to his knees, pleading with you to forgive his wrong doings. You honestly were baffled he’d had the guts to show up to you after killing your best friend.

You wanted to make him suffer, but not wounded, you were going to let him go but given he’s dumb enough to come back, you needed to stop that.

And you didn’t need to be kind over it, after all, you’d never see him again.

With the help of Satan you got all you needed, you were going to humiliate and punish Gabriel. You got Satan to dress him up in the special ‘gear’ you chose for him.

Gabriel was standing awkwardly afterwards, he was surprised when you ‘checked’ to make sure he was dressed right. The ruby red panties you’d gotten him fit quite well, though they left little to the imagination (maybe that’s why the angel couldn’t meet your gaze afterwards.

The thin metal chains decorating him fit snugly, almost like a harness. The collar got tightly on him, you’re sure Satan did that on purpose. You show him the next accessory. A gag.

The angel’s wings flared at the sight of Chains, he backs up a few steps. Right as your getting frustrated at the thought of chasing him, Satan forces him on his knees by grabbing a fistful if his hair. “Why don’t you fuck him up before we whore him out?” Gabriel’s eyes widen and as he opens his mouth to speak, you shove the gag in.

You tied the gag firmly to keep him quiet. “Satan pick him up we are ready to go.” You grab the chains, carrying them as Satan threw the angel over his shoulder. Gabriel struggled and reached to remove the gag. Before you could correct him, Satan dropped him and took one of the chains, tying Gabriel’s hands and feet firmly behind his back before lifting him again. Gabriel still struggled, even trying to vocalize a complaint with the gag.

“If you keep struggling, angel cakes, I’ll leave you tied here.” Satan warned, to which the angel froze and obediently stopped. Gabriel looked to you with puppy eyes. Maybe it was the excitement, but apart of you wanted to give him a kiss.

You resist the urge and let Satan lead the way. You held the door open to the bar, watching Satan noticeably hesitate deciding if he wanted to hit the angel in the door way. Upon entering you noticed demons leering at the angel, a few whistles echo even with the music blaring.

Satan dropped Gabriel on a booth table you sat at the center, with Gabriel’s head basically in your lap as Satan and a few random devils helped tie the angel securely. The angel is left with his legs dangling over the edge of the table, a whimper escapes him, barely audible over the music, though it was clearly directed at you as he stares up at you. You pat his head. “Don’t worry, the demons will take great care of you, we are in Abaddon after all.”

You slip on his ‘horns’ while Satan places on his ‘wings’ as Gabriel struggles against the restraints, a muffled hiss escapes him as Satan gropes him, in a showey matter, he rubs Gabriel’s limp member, you nodded up to him. To the angels relive he stopped and stepped back. Satan took a deep breath, then bellowed.

“Hey! Citizens of Abaddon! This right here,” He gestured to the angel. “Is here for entertainment purposes only, until closing time, your free to use this angel as you please!” Satan shouted so loud your sure anyone outside the bar could hear him. Gabriel visibly stiffened when all eyes were on him, he whined, looking up to you once more for mercy, despite his punishment not even starting.

You watch one of the devils approach and he waste no time, grabbing the bottom part of Gabriel’s dress shirt, ripping off the half the shirt in one fluid motion. Gabriel let’s out a muffled yelp, legs protectively pressed together as he yanked on the restraints. The devil easily forced the angels legs apart, he held them like that as another devil approached and poked at the angels limp member.

“Do you think he’d like to flipped over to face Solomon’s descendant?” The smaller demon half joked. “The way he’s looking at them, I bet he wishes they were touching him!”

The devils laugh, the smaller on unzipped Gabriel’s pants, exposing the panties. There’s silence for a few seconds before more devils join in on the laughing.

Gabriel tenses as they poke and prod and his sensitive parts, until he’s left hard, cock half exposed, clothes teared leaving little protected, the least damaged item on him was the panties. One of the devils reached into their pocket, taking out a small handful of money and pulling back Gabriel’s panties enough to slip it in.

“Thank for the show, Cutie.” A clearly drunk devil stood over him, intentionally leaving the cash pressed against the angels most delicate parts as he felt up the angel. The demon looked up at you. “Is he yours?”

Without missing a beat you say. “Yes, and he’s been bad, use him as you like.” With that the poor angels swarmed, you watch in amusement as the devils felt him up, prodded him and clawed at his exposed parts, you catch once a devil had their feel, they leave embarrassingly low amounts of cash in his panties, and shirt.

Gabriel cries out, visibly trembling and when you look down, to your amusement a devil at licking his clothed cock as it’s forced to stiffen under the overwhelming attention.

[winchesterszvonecek]

Clothes - [ Gabriel ]

Prompt: How he’d react to you wearing his clothes requested

Word Count: 1155

Warnings: female!reader, fluff, suggestive tones

A/N: the prompt was meant to be a headcanon but i decided to make it a little fic instead

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You were always cold in the mornings. No matter how warm the room you were in was or who was sleeping next to you, you couldn’t help but feel a chill. It’s what made getting out of bed that much harder for you most days.

And today was no different as when you woke, your eyes fluttering sleepily open at the sound of rowdy neighbours in the motel room beside yours, you were quick to feel the cold seep into your body. Right down to your bones in a way that had you shaking almost immediately and it was as though someone had you on vibrate.

Normally you’d just pull the covers back up and nestle into the bed until you felt a smidge of warmth beneath your skin. But this morning you really, really needed to pee, therefore you couldn’t wait any longer otherwise you’d burst. So you were left with no other choice but to suck it up, and face the cold of the room.

Before you did that though, you glanced to your side, the early morning sun that crept through the thin curtains casting perfectly over Gabriel’s sleeping face, making you smile softly as you still couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that you were dating an archangel.

If someone had told you back when you first met him, when he was making people believe they were being abducted by aliens and having alligators roam about the sewers, that you’d be here with him now you’d have laughed in their face.

Yet here you were, nestled beside one of God’s first born angels in bed after a night of… Fun. And honestly? If you could go back and do it all over again, you wouldn’t change a thing as there wasn’t anywhere else you’d rather be than right here next to him.

Well actually, there was one place you’d rather be right now and that was the bathroom. You may have stared dreamily towards Gabriel a little too long and now you were on the verge of being unable to control your bladder anymore. You swung your legs out of bed, wincing at the sudden coldness that cascaded over you, erupting your skin in fierce goosebumps that could be seen from a mile away, they were that prominent.

Your feet hit the linoleum floor with a soft thud, sending a chill straight up your legs as they carried you around the bed. You grabbed the first article of clothing you could find on your way across the room, of which most of your clothes had been scattered about last night in yours and Gabriel’s vigorous attempts at speeding things along as it had been a while since you last saw each other.

It didn’t click in your head that you’d picked up Gabriel’s shirt. The dark red button down that the angel favoured so much, which was evident by how often he wore that same outfit as he never had any reason to change. He didn’t sweat, not like humans did. He was able to clean them up with a click of his fingers should they get bloody or dirty, therefore he could wear the same clothes for a lifetime and never once need to change them.

And you were totally not jealous of that at all. (You were.)

But anyway, you didn’t seem to realise that you were wearing it, not until you left the bathroom, feeling much better, and spotted him sitting upright against the headboard, his arms folded over his chest and a rather cheeky grin on his face.

“Look at you…” Gabriel exhaled, trailing his eyes up and down the length of your body, drinking in the sight of you hidden away beneath his shirt. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were purposely trying to turn me on.”

“What are you talking about?” You chuckled, hurrying towards the bed again as even though your top half was covered, your legs were still bare and you always did get incredibly cold feet.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” Gabriel pointed out, watching with amusement as you slowed down on your travels across the room and glanced down at yourself.

He could see that smile itching to rise on your slowly blushing face. The way your hand landed on your stomach telling him it was fluttering beneath the fabric of his shirt and it was only then you both came to realise that even after the years you’d been seeing each other, you’d never once worn an article of his clothing.

“I was cold.” You said shyly, dipping your face to hide it from him.

You didn’t know why it felt so… embarrassing to be caught wearing his shirt given the things you both did together, but perhaps it was because it was seen as a more romantic thing than inherently sexual is what made you a tiny bit nervous as to his reaction.

“There’s no need to be shy, hotstuff.” Gabriel said playfully, cocking his head a little to motion for you to come towards him. “Not when you look far better wearing it than I ever could.”

He held out his hand the closer you got to him, pulling you onto his lap the second your fingers brushed and the moment you landed on him he could feel the goosebumps on your legs as they straddled him. His hands were quick to delve beneath the material, holding you close to him and allowing his own body heat to help warm you as he kissed you.

“Mhm, you like seeing me in your clothes, don’t you?” You teased, your shyness gone instantly as your arms slinked around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. “In nothing but your clothes.”

“You’re damn right I do, baby.” Gabriel whispered, the hotness of his breath puffing out over your lips before he took them in his again, kissing you with enough heat that it was like your entire body went up in flames. “It’s almost better than seeing you without any clothes at all.”

He kissed you once again, his hand trailing its way up your back, his fingers ghosting over the bumps of your spine in a way that had you shiver beneath his touch. Your own hand slipped from his hair, dropping between your bodies as you slowly began to pop open each button, something Gabriel was well aware of given how his lips rose beneath yours as he couldn’t help but smile.

It’s safe to say that what happened after that final button popped open, the way your bodies pressed tightly together; each brush of his lips and graze of his hands over every inch of your skin, was enough to make you forget all about the cold. And enough to make you want to wear his clothes forever as after that, you were pretty sure you’d never feel anything but hot ever again.

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