Supernatural oneshots

A hand he was dealt (🖤❤️🔞🔭)

You
You let out a soft sigh, you were tired, and the day had felt slow.. this was rarely the case for a Winchester like you, so you got up, and immediately once the cover fell from your hips, you felt the freezing air hit your skin.. you could've sworn the bunker was heated.

You got on some sweat pants and a T-Shirt before walking down the bunker halls; you could hear shuffling in the library, so you headed there.

Lucifer looked up at the shelf's on the library, searching through them like he was trying to find the cure for an illness.
Which, in this case, would be the closest thing to it.
You tilted your head a little worried for the devil in front of you, you both had been together for a little less than a month, and you've yet to see Lucifer like this, and now that you thought about it, this was where the cold had come from.
"Lucifer?" You reached out only for your hand to be smacked away as Lucifer immediately grabbed a book off the shelf and slammed it on the table, searching through the pages and stopping on one.
You looked at it though it was in Enochian, so you didn't understand it. "Lucifer?" You called again, and the shaking vessel that held your boyfriend looked worse, yet he never talked.. weird.. he always spoke to you if not anyone else. "Lucifer, sweetie, what's going o-" You were pinned against the wall, a knife to your throat and one blood-hungry angel. You felt sick with the idea that this turned you on, but you shook it away and asked what you wanted to do before. "Lucifer, what's going on?" "I need.. blood.."

Blood?
You didn't understand for a moment until he said something further. "I need to hurt you, or you hurt me." You sighed. You'd heard Sam's theories, how he always tried to help Lucifer now that he was in the bunker and everything with Chuck was settled.. ever since then, Lucifer had been slowly opening up to you guys, and you knew what this was connected to. "Is this about.. the cage? Are.." "yes.." it didn't take him but a second to answer; he had those urges.

He immediately gripped onto your thighs, lifting you and using the knife as support, watching as it dug into your skin just below your ass. You yelped, letting out a soft cry; you felt so wet you could barely stand it.

It also seemed that he felt it, too, given the extra groan he let out.
Lucifer walked down the hall, ignoring whoever may be in passing. He got to the guest room and threw you onto the bed, crawling over and sticking the knife into your side, watching the blood soak through your T-Shirt.
He watched as tears sprang to your eyes in overwhelming pleasure and pain, then he dragged the knife cutting through the thin fabric and into sensitive skin; you wanted to scream but stopped yourself.

That was a mistake.

Lucifer reached over after ripping off your shirt, and he shoved his fingers into your mouth as he tongued at the fresh angry wound, your skin glistened red from blood, drool, and your body was trying to heal the wound. "Good. Whore." He panted; the blood was a high of a lifetime.

You sobbed in pain and pleasure, your cunt pulsed with the wound and your heartbeat, and you gripped the sheets trying to restrain yourself.

"Don't hold back." Lucifer teased, and that was it; you grabbed his wrist, twisting, and he let the knife drop. Looking at it, you caught it and sliced open his shirt before pressing the tip of the blade to his skin above the rise of his hip bone and letting it sink.

The screech was beautiful, the noise of pleasure and unending pain as he squirmed and sobbed for you, only you.
You reached down and ripped off his pants as fast as possible you leaned down, taking his shaft into your hand. "So beautiful.." You started. "An archangel weakened under a simple blade, left to whimper and beg for it." You grabbed the knife stuck in his hip and ripped it out, watching blood spray. You both chuckled.

Lucifer felt himself fall, slipping into a headspace of bliss as he sat up and took the knife, blood soaking the sheets of the bed and clothes of you both.

Lucifer stripped your pants, laying you down. "I want to be in charge, and I will " "oh really?" You remarked. "Really," Lucifer replied, punning you down by stabbing the knife through your hand.

He leaned down, grabbing another knife from the shreds of his pants and doing the same to your other hand, watching you cry and whine.

He grabbed your thighs and leaned down, letting his tongue slip into your entrance; he didn't waste time with teasing. He needed you.

You squirmed and sobbed in bliss. Blood ran down your arms and onto the bed, blood filled your mouth as you bit into your tongue, cries filled the room now, and you swore that you bit straight through your tongue, but you weren't genuinely sure.

Lucifer locked his arms around your thighs, it was sudden, and you couldn't register it until sudden pain shot up your spine; his teeth dug straight into the sensitive bean of nerves.

You shot up the bed, and the agony was glorious, and you knew you'd be bleeding badly by the end of this.

Lucifer pulled off, and he summoned some lube and a condom; he didn't want to risk it. He cared too much to risk it.. He rolled on the condom and slicked himself up. "Ready?" He asked breathlessly.

You nodded. He ripped out the knives in your hands, causing you to cry out again. "Fuck!" You cursed as you tried to keep from squirming.

He lined himself up and pushed in. Hearing you moan was fucking glorious to him, so he kept going immediately, pounding into you at a rate you couldn't keep up with.

You squirmed, panting and crying out in pure bliss. You felt a knife to your chest that sunk in halfway. Your eyes widened, and you let out a scream that Lucifer hushed with a kiss.

Lucifer kept that irregular rhythm, watching you fall apart before him. He leaned down, taking out the knife and sucking on the wound, watching, wanting, and needing to feed, slice, and destroy.

You fed into that.
You fed into the bloodied lust.

Now here you were screaming and writhing, soaking the bed with blood, Lucifer pounding into you mercilessly as you two slowly reached your highs.

When you did, it was bliss to the point your visions whited out.

When Lucifer came down from his high, he used his grace to heal you. He pulled out, tying the condom and throwing it away. "You alright?" He asked softly, to which you gave an irked thumbs up.

He laughed and summoned a damp rag and cleaned you up, laying down and cuddling you.
You instantly fell asleep in his arms.

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