Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<a terrible curse> (lucifer x reader)

Summary: While out on a hunt with the boys, you get cursed by a witch whom was killing those two stood in the way of her love life. The effects of the curse are slow-burning. What's confusing? It doesn't affect you.

*big big smut warning*

You heaved out a sigh and you slipped your hand beneath the strap of the hefty duffel bag that weighed down against your shoulder. You let the bag fall to the floor with a distinct thud  and collapse in your bed. You plant your face flat into your pillow. You groan and prop yourself up on your elbows. You lean on your side and slip your hand into your pocket, digging out your phone and charger. You reach your hand in front of you and plug the charging block into the wall. You looked at your phone, closing your eyes, "please be charged." You whisper. You turn your phone on and smile at the bright- wait. Nope. You glare at the black screen, the empty battery symbol staring back at you. You purse your lips and plug your phone in. You threw it onto your pillow and shifted upright. You glanced around your room and patted your legs. Of course, there really wasn't much to do. Sure, you had a tv, but at this point it would just be the same show you always watched- and you were getting sick of that one.
You smile, slapping your knee and thrusting yourself onto your feet. "The boys." You grin. You normally hung out with Sam and Dean when you had nothing better to do, or just whenever you wanted to. You shrugged and stepped over the duffel and walked out of your room. You roll your sleeves up, and pinch the top of your shirt and flap it. Why was it so hot in the bunker? I suppose there wasn't many vents for the fresh air to come in and the hot air to go out. You shrugged and skipped down the hall, stopping before the kitchen. You peered in and spotted Sam. You grin and hop down the stairs. He was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal.
"Hey Sammy." You say happily.
He looks up from the bowl and let's his gaze scan over you. Your eyebrows furrow with confusion. You chuckle and snap your fingers. His gaze snaps back up to yours.
"Hey-" He says, his face flushing with embarrassment. He tipped his head at you, "did you do something different with your hair? Or, clothes. Maybe you did something new with your skin routine."
You blink, "uh, no? Nothings different." You let out an airy laugh. You turn and walk toward the fridge, but you swear you can still feel his eyes on you. What's gotten into him? He would never stare at you, none the less get lost when looking at you. You lean over and open the fridge door, bending down further to grab a beer. You reach down and grab the cold can, your eyes widening as a hand slides against your back. You quickly stand up and whip your gaze around to see Sam on the other side of the fridge door. His eyes look dazed, eyes glazed over with something almost animalistic.
"The hell has gotten into you?" You say with a shocked tone.
His eyes quickly widen as your tone snaps him out of his thoughts. He quickly pulls his hands up beside his head, scanning your face nervously.
"You, uh. Um- it. It was a lint- fuzzy. A fuzzy thing on your shirt." He nodded frantically, tripping over his words. You stare up at the tall Winchester, slowly closing the door and stepping away.
"Whatever you say, man. Just.. don't be so weird." Your lip curls at the 'weird' part. You slowly turn, and from your peripheral you can see Sam quickly turn and rush back to his cereal. You stare down at the beer, brows furrowed. You slip a finger under the cap and pop it open, letting out a sigh at the crisp snap. Really, what had gotten into Sam? He would never sneak up on you, nor look at you the way he just did. Your roll the unease off of your shoulders and walk up the steps of the kitchen, not without peering back at Sam. It seems like he was trying not to look at you, back turned and hunched over as he finished his cereal.
You shook your head and left the kitchen, walking around the bend and into the map room where Castiel sat. "Hey Cas." You lift your beer as if waving.
He turns around in the chair, lifting his hand, halfway through his wave when his eyes dropped from yours. His hand stopped mid-wave and his eyes slowly scanned over your body. You blink, thrusting your head down to over look yourself. It couldn't be a coincidence that Sam and now Castiel were looking at you like that. You scanned your clothes and looked back up to find Castiel staring dead into your (y/e/c) eyes. Your ears burned and your face flushed a deep red. His mouth opens but you raise your hand to stop him, "no, I did not do something new with my hair, clothes, or skin routine." He blinks and seems as if he realized he was staring. He too blushes and quickly swivels around and burns his gaze into the map. You stare quizzically at the angel and take a sip of the beer before walking into the library.
You walk around to the other side of the table, across from Dean before taking a seat. He peers up at you from the laptop. You look back at him. His eyes instantly become hooded and glazed with hunger as he scans whatever of you he can see from above the table. You slowly look down at the beer, unnerved by the feeling of his eyes burning into you. You take another sip of the beer and lift your head at the clack of shoes against the wood flooring. In comes Castiel, Sam walking in behind him. Sam adverts his gaze and stares at floor as he walks over and takes a seat beside Dean. You look back at the beer in your hand and take another sip, figuring Cas would take the empty space beside Dean as always. You reach forward and pull a book closer to you and set the beer on the table. Just as your about to open the book you can feel the hot breath on your neck. You tense, slowly opening the book and staring into the pages.
"You smell great." Castiel's husky voice chimes in, his breath spreading down your neck, causing your hair to raise. You slowly lean away from him and turn in your chair. You lift your hand and place your palm against his forehead, his needy gaze never leaving yours as you pushed his face away.
"Stop- stop being weird." You glare. He slowly saunters away, you holding his gaze and he doing the same as he sat down in the seat beside Dean. You turn your gaze away from Cas and now to Dean and Sam. Sam's eyes are burning into the imprint of your breasts against your clothing and Dean's eyes are burning into yours.
"Can you all just.. not stop looking at me like animals? Your kinda freaking me out."
Whoosh
You quickly spin in your chair and stare at the once empty space behind you. There stands Gabriel. His eyes just as heavily hooded with lust and hunger as the boys. "Hello, beautiful." He smirks mischievously.
"Gabriel, what the hell are you doing here?"
"I felt you."
You blink, a confused grin playing on your lips, "you what?"
"I could feel you. You are emanating with," he shakes his head, letting his eyes fall on your body, "I can't even describe it." He let's out a deep breath. You blinked, looking from the lustful Gabriel, to the enchanted Castiel, to hungry Dean, and needy Sam.
You realize it, the witch. She had to have cursed you. Or cursed those who surrounded you. That was the only thing that made sense.
Whoosh
Oh Jesus fucking Christ.
You slowly turn to look beside you at the gust of wind. Lucifer.
At this point you know your done for. You could manage under Sam's, Dean's, Castiel's, and Gabriel's lustful eyes but you always felt weak under Lucifer's gaze. And now? Oh boy, now it was a whole other ball park. He grins and his eyes aluminate a deep, flashy red before returning to normal.
"Hey there, kitten." He smiles, his hands thrust deep into his pockets. You gulp, a knot forming in your throat.
"What's wrong?" Lucifer cooed.
You quickly snatch your beer from the table and try to shrug off the feeling Lucifer gave you. You took a long sip, more or less chugging it. You gasped and set the can down on the table as you flipped through the pages of the book. You can hear Gabriel advance closer to you, letting his hand run through your (y/h/c) (y/h/l) hair. You groan and lift your hand, smacking Gabriel's fingers out of your hair.
"Hey!" He whined.
You set the book on the table and tighten your grip on the beer as you push your seat back and stand up. You step away from the table and and wave your beer in the air.
"The witch." You huff.
None of their hungry gazes falter.
You turn to look at Sam and Dean. Perhaps they'll listen if you speak their language.
You set your beer down and slam your hand on the table. Sam, Dean, and Castiel seem to snap out of their trance for a moment.
"You can get in my pants if you get Rowena to cure me." You smile. Sam and Dean look at each other and Cas quickly looks at the two. He scrambles away from the chair, "I'll get her first!" He yells.
Dean smacks Sam and kicks his chair, sending Sam tumbling to the floor. Dean points and laughs before scurrying off, Sam close in suit.
"No fair, you got a head start!" You hear Gabriel shout as he too races off. You grin, clapping your hands together. You turn to watch your expertise as the boys race off.