Just some Supernatural one-shots I like to do in between my stories.
Contains some funny and random stuff I thought of; inspired by pictures I found basically everywhere - Tumblr & Instagram mostly - and other random stuff that just popped up out of...
SMUT WARNING!!! (Let's say that the double star in the title stands for extra kinky shit, k?)
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This is was not supposed to be smoot actually... it was supposed to be Christmas floof with perhaps a lil bit of crack... but it ended up as kinky (BDSM) smoot (I blame this on Lucifer for being needy and horny and just a little fucker in general) ... but there are a few floof and crack scenes tho.
BDSM included in this story (see this as a second warning if you would like) - bondage, sensory deprivation (blindfolding, gagging), wing!kink, grace!kink, sensation play, fisting, aftercare, d/s: dom!Michael & sub!Lucifer, impact play (spanking/slapping - kinda, very minimal), masochism, sadism, orgasm denial, edge play (fire play, self-improvised 'kink item'... I think - idk how to classify it honestly) & rough sex (also basic stuff like blow jobs and the alike) Enjoy! XD (or get out while you still can)
Where Michael just wants to decorate a fucking tree to cheer up the cage some because Christmas is coming near... but Lucifer is being a little bit difficult and wants to do other things instead.
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Michael looked around with an unhappy frown on his face, rocking back and forth as he hummed the theme song to Friends under his breath. This place is too bare, he thought, looking around the Cage, ruffling up his radiant blue feathers.
"I've been thinking," he said aloud to get Lucifer's attention - who was doing Father knew what on the Cage's other side. Michael wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"You, thinking?" Lucifer snapped. "That can never be a good thing."
Michael shot the younger one a glare. Lucifer held up his hands in surrender, that stupid sexy smirk of his still in his face. "Alright, alright. No need to get your feathers in such a twist, Wingfluff. What were you thinking of?"
"Don't call me that."
"Why not? Your wings are the fluffiest of them all," Lucifer replied in honesty, his left eye dropping in a lazy wink. "Trust me on that one, I know."
A slight blush rose on Michael's cheeks and Lucifer laughed. He cleared his throat. "It's almost Christmas, isn't it?"
"So what of it?" Lucifer nonchalantly spoke, laying down on his side, head propped up on his arm as he used his other hand to seductively rub his hips, all the while giving Michael a hungry look. Some skin showed where the shirt rode up, revealing a part of his toned stomach.
Michael gulped as his eyes stayed glued on Lucifer, following the movements of his hands of those well-formed hips. He shook his head. "Stop doing that," he groaned, shifting around uncomfortably as his pants tightened around his member.
Immediately, Lucifer's gaze fell down and his smirk deepened. "Want me to help you with the little problem you're having down there?"
Growing fed up with Lucifer's teasing and smoothness, Michael threw up his arms in surrender. "I JUST WANT TO DECORATE A FUCKING CHRISTMAS TREE!!" He yelled.
