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This is so true 💀
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acecroft · 5 days
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SUPERNATURAL 7.02
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one-time-i-dreamt · 3 months
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I was at Lowe’s and I walked past an aisle where Jensen Ackles was shopping for something. I walked past another aisle and where the refrigerators should have been, it was a golf course, where I saw Jensen Ackles again but he was playing golf with Mark Pellegrino.
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shinyelfriend · 7 months
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My Supernatural fanart
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sirlsplayland · 6 months
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day 8: Satanic panic
Supernatural Lucifer in papa paints and costume
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tongjingnian · 2 months
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I was on pinterest all night and these are what i found there, guys..🤣
× supernatural
√ superobscene
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lulu2992 · 7 months
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🤔
Sources: Jacob Seed - Mark Pellegrino
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supernaturalfreewill · 10 months
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Lucifer only leaned in toward you. "Are we flirting right now?"
"I'm literally stabbing you!" you growled, holding the angel blade steady.
He glanced down at the wound, hardly bothered, and then caught your eyes again. "That still doesn't answer my question," he said with a smile.
Happy Supporting Character Saturday!
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sorryiateyourgender · 6 months
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Adam and Michael in the cage 100% annoyed the shit out of lucifer and thing is luci didn’t even realise Adam was there so he just thought that Michael had finally pulled the stick out of his ass. Adam found out luci didn’t know he was there and used it to his advantage, he’d take over and say shit just to piss him off and luci was really confused because he didn’t know that Michael even knew about half the shit Adam was rambling on about and when he found out Adam was with them in the cage everything kinda clicked for him and instead of getting pissed he just suggested that they all play go fish. Luci and Adam kept losing to Michael even though Michael hadn’t been paying attention to how to play. Adam beat both of their asses in uno though. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
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marigarb · 10 months
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@spnluciferweek Day 1: “Worship”
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Merry Christmas everybody ❤️😂
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acecroft · 10 months
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SUPERNATURAL 5.03
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pollsnatural · 1 month
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Part 1
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Soulmate V.2
Request: Could you do a soulmate with lucifer, He kidnaps her and she can see his wings.
Tw: Wing!kink, Smut, Kidnapping, Rough!Foreplay
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Sam and Dean were always telling her that she was too bold. Unafraid of the consequences as she stared down adversaries wether they were demons, Or Angel's. It's most likely why she'd ended up in her current situation. Y/n had been trailing a demon for days now, the black eyed bastard was the best lead she had for tracking down an important artifact. She'd been stopped for the night, taking a much needed rest after days of stalking her prey.
That's when the dammed thing struck. She was fresh from a shower with a towel wrapped tightly around her form when pain exploded across the back of her head and the sight of her meager room went black, with her body hitting the floor with a loud thump.
Y/n felt feeling returning to her limbs, and her senses slowly slipped back into awareness. The first thing to hit her was the smell. It was musty, like old mildew and dust. The next was sound. Aged creaking of settling rafters and the squeak of old springs when she shifts against the uncomfortable surface she was laid upon.
Slowly and very carefully, Y/n pushed herself up until she could look around through hazy vision at what appeared to be an abandoned studio apartment. She was laid out in a dust covered bed and could feel the grit of it scraping across her skin. Not far from the bed was a living area with worn down couches and a coffee table with several layers of dust across its surface.
A chill sent shivers racing up and down her spine, and she snapped her gaze down. The damp towel shed been wrapped in after her shower was slipping loose, revealing bare skin, and she hurriedly pulled it tight, covering her extremities.
She slipped her legs over the edge of the bed and slowly ended up into her feet. The back of her skull throbbed with each movement, and the floor boards creaked under her feet. Couldn't the demon have waited until she at least had some clothes on?
There wasn't a single article of fabric she could use to cover herself. The place was picked clean, and she wasn't willing to come in contact with those bed sheets any longer than she'd already had.
"Oh fuck me.."
A dark chuckle and a freezing cold filled the room, making her whip around until she was facing the new threat. "Was that an invitation? I'm flattered, Little Human..." Glaciap blue eyes slid up and down her form, lingering on the lower hem of the towel. "Did you dress this way just for me~?"
Lucifer waited for her response. This was his first time meeting the little hunter that was often seen around the Winchester boys. She was quite the sight. He'd been expecting more flannel and crass remarks. Not this sweet little human with wide e/c eyes. In fact... it was as if she wasn't even looking at him. Her gaze was locked up and over his shoulder and her pupils were trembling with what he could only assume was awe.
Y/n had paused in what she'd been planning to say as she watched the large shimmering mass shift behind the form of the tall blue-eyed blonde. The more she focused on the ethereal mass, the more detailed it became. Six large arching wings hung from the man's back, They were a smokey silver tipped in burnt Pink and veins of glittering gold through every quill. Each shift sent a wave of ash to the floor.
They were gorgeous. Their unique and tragic beauty had her completely captured by awe. The urge to run her fings through the mass of feathers was strong. She completely zoned out the Blondes words.
Lucifer was feeling his patience wain. He'd wanted long enough, and the human hadn't even met his gaze for a mere second. Did she believe she was better than him? He slowly stalked forward, an angry frown beginning to pull at the edge of his lips before it lifted into a cruel grin. She still wasn't meeting his eyes.
His fingers closed around the weak column of her neck. She was so vulnerable and frail.. He ignored the small thrill that ran through him as he examined the way his vessels hand looked around her throat.
He could feel her pulse hammering away beneath the pads of his fingers. The beat, a salacious dance, tempted him in closer as he eyed her with glowing red eyes.
"I'll not be ignored by a sniveling little Mud-"
"Your wings are so beautiful...~"
Lucifers jaw shut with a clack of teeth and a crack of the joint. Her words echoed in his skull, buzzing around his grace. What did she just say?
His fingers tightened further and was soon joined by his other hand, caging in her cheeks.
"Repeat that, Now!?"
Y/n swallowed as an embered heat warmed her lower belly. A small hint of concern ebbed its way through the back of her mind. All logic was seeping out of her ears in the presence of this angel. It was just her luck she somehow managed to capture the interest of Lucifer, and now she couldn't even keep her head on straight. His hands squeezing her vulnerable throat should not be making her nearly as hot bother as it is.
"I said, You're wings are beautiful... I.."
Lucifers thoughts were moving a mile a second, A mate.. A soulmate..
Out of all the things his father could have done.. A human soulmate..
A humorless chuckle slipped past his lips. Was this his punishment? His eyes once again trailed down her toweled form, and the cleavage he could see wrapped loosely in its soft hold. His smirk grew as something settled over him..
Or maybe it wasnt..~
"You know little human~ I had you grabbed because of your relation to the winchesters. But it's seems," His slowly slid up one of his hands to run his fingers through h/l h/c locks, "I've found a different reason to keep you around..."
He watched her brows furrow in confusion, only to lift in alarm when chilled lips descend om her own. Capturing them in a demanding and devouring press. Two prodding tips slowly pride her lips open until he was able to twirl his split tongue around her warm muscle.
Y/n was lost the second his lips brushed hers. The low embers in her gut flared to life in an explosion of desire and need as she raised trembling hands to press almost uncertainly into the soft mass of feathers. That one touch unlocked the flood works as lucifer trembled against her and a dark needy groan was growled into her open mouth.
Freezing palms hooked underneath her bare thighs, and she barely recognized the twisting feeling of the world warping around her in a flurry of feathers and wind. Her back connected with silky smooth fabric as she was roughly pinned down against a soft bouncy surface.
Y/n cracked open her eyes and pulled her lips from the angels, scanning their new surroundings. The room was dark with an arched ceiling. The bed she'd been pressed down into had a large canopy hung above with deep red curtains closing them inside.
Soon, her attention was being drawn back to lucifer. Unable to stray away for long. E/c eyes widened considerably as she takes in the swath of bared skin. When had he...?
"When.."
"Shhh..." A chilled finger pressed against her lips quieting her thoughts as he used his free hand to arrange her legs around his waist and situate his hardened length between slick folds.
Y/n whined low in her throat when those first few rolls of his hips had his tip knocking against her sensitive clit. When it catches against her dripping entrance before slipping up to bounce against that nub, she lets out a loud whimper.
"That's it, Just like that little Human~ let me hear your pleasure."
As soon as his finger slipped free from her lips, a loud moan of his name filled the space, "Lucifer!~"
It tapered off into a gasping and breathy mewl as the chilled flesh of his length began to stretch her open, inch by inch. Heels dug into his back, urging her forward until his hips were flush with her own, and he was growling possessive obscenities into the shell of her ear.
"Made just for me, my own little human.. to keep.. to claim and Fill~ All mine!" His hips snapped harshly into the Crease of her thighs, carving her dripping walls open with every body jolting lunge of hips. The obscene smack of thighs was accompanied with gasping mewls from his little souldmates lips.
"Lu-Lucifer!! Ah~ Harder..please~!"
His response was a growl and glowing red eyes. Blunt chilled nails dug divots into her waist, holding her in place, giving him more leverage with every thrust. She could already feel the coil tightening up in her gut, threatening to snap at any second. It seemed even the Archangel rutting her into the sheets was needing the edge of pleasure.
A tsunami of ecstasy threatening to drown them both within the coiling Abyss of need sinking its claws into them both. Lucifers hands slipped up her waist until his palms were caging her cheeks and pulling her melting lips to meet his own in a possessive kiss. Her owns fingers slunk up and around his shoulders to trail teasingly along the muscled ridge of his wings.
They shuttered against her touch, and then she sank her hands into the feathers. It was all Lucifer needed to be sent crashing over the edge, his teeth scraping teasingly against her bottom lip.
Y/ns legs tightened around his hips as a warmth spread through her lower gut, Lucifer rolled his hips, pressing his release deeper into her core with every grunt and meeting of flesh. Her little whimpers were music to his ears as he nipped his teeth against her shoulder.
"You won't be leaving this bed, I'll have you begging me for my touch, Mewling and crying for more~"
He watched her cheeks flush, and he could barely restrain himself as he felt those little human fingers once again tease through ashen feathers.
"Please, Lucifer~ Don't stop.."
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heavnofhell · 7 months
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Mark Pellegrino Appreciation IX_XI_MMXXIII
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Guardian Angel - Lucifer
My Masterlist.
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: Injury, canon typical violence/gore. Lucifer is good(ish) au, like it or leave it.
x gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to allies
Summary: Who knew the devil could be a guardian angel?
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"Where is this?" I demanded, spinning around to face the angel Zachariah. I had been in the middle of a demon case but after the sound of fluttering feathers and my salt line blowing away, a hand grabbed my shoulder roughly and I now found myself somewhere completely different. 
Taking in my surroundings, the place was light and elegant-or gaudy, depending on who you asked- and clean. A long table was lined with food and drink, but my narrowed eyes came to rest on the bald man in a suit several feet away from me.
"What do you want?" I backed away from him slowly, my hand coming to rest on the demon blade at my hip. I knew it couldn't hurt him, and I didn't have anything that could. 
"I need you to tell me where Micheal's vessel is."
"Do you think I'm an idiot?" I retorted. "Besides, I haven't even had contact with them for weeks at this point. They're off the map." 
Zachariah brought his hand up before clenching his fist, and I suddenly felt my heart seize in my chest. I dropped to my knees, clawing at my chest and glaring up at him. 
"Find them yourself, you bastard angel." I hissed. 
He took a step towards me, and then another. I hastily scrambled back. With a swift kick, he sent me flying into the wall. I felt my bones crack and I fell to the floor with a thud. A groan escaped my lips, my breaths ragged and shallow. He hauled me up by my collar so I was eye level with him.
"Where. Is. Dean. Winchester?" He punctuated each word with a blow to the side of my head. I was seeing spots by now, and I was lucky to still be conscious. 
Blood had pooled in my mouth, and I spit it in his face with a bloody grin. "No chance." I rasped out. "You can torture me all you want, but you have no other leverage over me." 
Frustrated, he released me, and my body dropped limply onto the floor once again. I couldn't keep my eyes from shutting, my breath rattling in my throat. 
"This is all very unnecessary. Tsk, tsk, tsk."  I heard a smooth voice. I struggled to force my eyes open, but my vision was too blurry anyways.
"Lucifer." Zachariah's voice was as threatening as it could be, given the situation. Although he was high up in the ranks of heaven, the archangel could smite him with next to no effort. 
Their voices faded in and out. I tried to make myself as small as possible; a small, hopeful part of me desperately wishing they would just forget I was there entirely. I heard a snap, and something told me to open my eyes. The archangel had exploded Zachariah into nothing, and he was now looking directly at me. 
With my back already up against a wall, there was nothing I could do except to curl my arms around my middle defensively. I sucked in a sharp breath when my hand brushed against my ribcage. It was definitely bruised beyond a few potent painkillers.
The devil kneeled beside me. "I don't know where they are." I mumbled. I gasped, my breath rattling in my chest. I tried my best to cough, but it only came out as small huffs of air. 
"I'm not worried about that." 
"Then what do you want from me?" My voice was quiet.
"Nothing." He said simply.
"You're going to kill me now, aren't you?"
He frowned, but didn’t answer.
"Just get it over with." I said bravely, but when he reached to place his fingers on my forehead, I couldn't stop myself from flinching away from the contact, my breath hitching in my throat.
I briefly felt the touch of his cool fingers. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and everything was dark. 
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When I awoke, I was back in the dilapidated cabin I had shut myself in. I laid there for a moment, remembering what had happened and now realizing that I could breathe without difficulty. Tentatively, I tested each of my limbs, then I finally sucked in a deep breath. There was no pain. 
I tiredly swung my legs over the side of the bed, healed, but still feeling incredibly weak. Lucifer had healed me, I wondered. He had zapped me back here and healed me. He hadn't killed me. There had to be a reason, he had to have some other use for me. 
Almost as if thinking about the fallen angel was enough to summon him, I heard a flutter of wings, and the pages of a dusty notepad on the bedside waved slightly. I pushed myself to my feet at the sound, instinctively on guard. My vision was filled with white for a split second as I leaned against the wall.
"You're awake, I see." The devil's voice said approvingly. "And feisty as ever." 
He sauntered around the bed, forcing me to back away from him. Eventually my legs hit the back of a sofa, and I stumbled to a halt.
"How are you feeling?" Lucifer asked, cooking his head to the side. I just shook my head. I was still weak enough to be struggling to stand on my own.
"Why did you help me?" I countered. My back was up against the other wall, mostly for support, because he hadn't moved past the sofa.
"I was feeling…Generous." He crossed his arms. "A thank you would be nice." 
"I'm sure you had your reasons." I said suspiciously. 
An arrogant smile crossed his face. "Of course I do. But that's for me to know and, well, you know." 
"Oh and, by the way, you might want to watch your back."  And he was gone as quickly as he had come.
"Thanks." I muttered into the empty room. 
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I had allowed myself a day to rest and recover, while still doing research in connection with the case. Afterwards, it went how I had expected it to, save for yet another beating I could have gone without. It was nothing major. 
I was tending to my wounds in the bathroom, watching in the dirty mirror as I stitched up the gash on my arm. I quickly ducked my head to bite the thread in two, and when I looked in the mirror again, I jumped.
"Lucifer, what the hell-" I hissed, spinning around to face him. He immediately grabbed me by the arm, but before he could teleport us out, I yanked my arm out of his grip. I cursed when the action tore the stitches I had just finished.
"What's going on?" I demanded. 
"Angels. They've found out where you are." He informed me."They're on their way." 
I was in the room now, and even though I knew he wasn't exactly trustable, I found myself subconsciously looking for my angel blade. "How do you know?" I tucked it into my waistband. 
He huffed in frustration, but answered my question anyway. "Angel radio." 
"I think I'll just stay here and fight. Thanks for the heads up." I took a hunting knife out of my boot and sliced across my left arm. I felt the devil's eyes on my back as I began to draw the angel banishing sigil on a wall. 
"We don't have time for this." He snapped, reaching for me again. I dodged him with a glare.
"I'm not going anywhere with you." I said lowly. 
"That," He pointed to the sigil I had just finished. "Isn't going to work. And neither is that blade. We're talking about another archangel here."
At the mention of an archangel, I froze, twisting to meet his gaze. "What do they want with me?" 
Lucifer seemed glad to finally have my attention. "What do you think?" 
Our heads both snapped up at the sound of fluttering wings. I instinctively backed up, bumping right into Lucifer in the process. His reaction was quick and unexpected; he stepped around and in front of me, shoving me behind him and putting himself between me and the new archangel in the room. 
"Brother." He greeted, though his voice was far from being happy to see the other angel.
"Lucifer." Raphael said formally. "You know why I am here." 
"No." His answer was short and even, but I could see the tension in his posture now. 
"Step out of the way. We must find the Winchesters so that the apocalypse may begin." 
"They have nothing on their whereabouts, believe me." His voice was becoming more strained, and if I hadn't been behind him, I would have seen the way his eyes began to glow red in warning. Raphael took a step forward.
In one swift movement, he swung at Lucifer, who ducked and countered with another swing. Raphael met his blow, and managed to gain the upper hand. Lucifer could have taken him easily, but with me behind him, he fought defensively.
I waited for an opening. Even though the angel blade couldn't kill the archangel, I hoped it might drag his attention away from Lucifer long enough for him to regain the upper hand. I thrust the blade forward into the middle of Raphael's back. 
He shoved away from Lucifer, turning to me and a murderous look in his eyes. I staggered back, just as an invisible force sent me flying into the wall. I crumpled to the floor, shoving myself to my elbows and watching as he pulled the blade out without even flinching. Lucifer’s eyes darted between his brother and I.
"I can tell you where the Winchesters are." I groaned out through gritted teeth, desperately trying to keep his attention away from the devil, who was now drawing a sigil on the wall. 
Raphael grabbed me roughly by the collar, lifting me to my feet and swinging me around. Lucifer, froze with his hand in the air, poised to activate the sigil. 
"Let them go." His voice was low and dangerous. 
I was yanked back into him, and the angel blade was pointed at my chest.  "I'll have them stabbed clean through before you can banish me." My eyes met Lucifer's, urging him to activate the sigil. If the archangel escaped with me in tow, there would be things worse than death planned for me.
Lucifer slammed his hand in the middle of the sigil, simultaneously I felt a white hot pain in my chest. A blinding light filling the room. My body dropped to the floor with a dull thud and all I knew at the moment was pain. I gasped for air, my eyes wide in panic now that the light had faded. It was only a split second before I saw Lucifer above me. 
I tried to gargle out something, I wasn't sure what, but he silenced me. "Don't talk." He ordered, but his voice wasn't harsh. I settled for grasping at his hands instead when he wrapped one around the handle of the blade that was embedded in my lungs. It shifted ever so slightly, triggering another spasm of pain.
"I have to take this out to heal you." He informed me, seeing the fear in my eyes. It took everything I had not to fight against him as he began to pull the blade out, as carefully as possible. I couldn't sense anything but white hot agony, but I was sure something resembling a scream tore out of my throat.
As soon as the blade was out, a wave of warmth washed over my entire body, washing away the pain with it. I gasped, shoving myself upright. My eyes darted around before meeting Lucifer's, my chest heaving.
I struggled to my feet, and the angel was supporting me as soon as I stood, leading me over to the bed and pushing me back onto it. Adrenaline still pumped through my veins, and my heart was still beating out of my chest. It took everything in me to even begin to calm myself down. 
After several minutes, I was still shaking and hyperventilating. Lucifer sat patiently in the chair at the bedside the entire time, watching me closely until he decided to intervene. My eyes darted over to him when he stood. His movements were deliberately slow as he sat next to me and tentatively pulled me into an awkward embrace. 
I couldn't believe this was the devil himself, but that was the last thing on my mind at the moment. It took another several minutes for me to calm down completely and finally relax into his side, but the effect began to take place immediately. I wasn't sure if it was my body reacting to the comfort of 'human' contact, or if it was an effect of his grace, but I was grateful. 
"I'm okay." I finally said, pulling away from him. He let me, but still kept his hand on the small of my back.  "Thank you." I said genuinely. At that, his arm wound around my shoulders and pulled me into him again, and I thought I felt his lips in my hair.
"You are one of the few worth protecting." He murmured. 
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