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Most HCs apply to any vessel, excluding physical descriptions. I’m specifically referencing Nick for those.

A = Aftercare  (what they’re like after sex) 

If he legitimately has let his walls down and is viewing this as some form of relationship, then he’s surprisingly soft and cuddly. Don’t talk about it, or he’ll get defensive. Just enjoy the moment for what it is.

B = Body part  (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

Of his vessel? His tongue. It’s sharp and dirty. He loves using it to tempt you, and loves using it even more on your core, making you wither and moan for him.  

Of yours; your face, specifically your expressions. He just loves watching the way your face crumples or eases, the way your cheeks will blush or drain dependent on what you’re feeling, on what he’s doing to you.  

C = Cum  (anything to do with cum, basically) 

He loves making a mess of you, will pull out and cum on any part of you he can reach. He especially likes cumming on your face, then slowly scooping it into your mouth.  

D = Dirty secret  (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Lucifer is VERY open about his sex life, to literally anyone. He’s an open book with every explicit details, they don’t even have to ask.

He’ll tell them all about the positions he had you in last night, how many times you cried his name, or took his load.

He’s much less vocal about the more tender nights. When you spend hours wrapped up close, rocking together, unguarded. Those moments are just for him.

E = Experience  (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) 

Given his distaste for humans, and having spent such a long time in the cage; not particularly experienced. But what he lacks in practice, he makes up for in confidence, energy, and enthusiasm.  

F = Favorite positions  (this goes without saying) 

Anything deep penetration: legs on shoulders, the flatiron, and especially the lap dance.

G = Goofy  (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) 

Lucifer cannot go more than 10 minutes without letting his impulsive thoughts win, and more often than not, those thoughts are humorous to some extent. He may have a big ego, and when it comes to serious matters he will snap necks over nothing, but he’s lived to long to take himself to seriously in moments like these. Additionally, he loves to make you laugh.  

H = Hair  (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) 

I subscribe to the idea that vessels hair stops growing hair and whatnot when they’re being possessed (it’s definitely not just TV convenience). That being said, Nick was too consumed with grief to stay on top of that area before Lucifer came along. And Lucifer does not care enough to trim it up either.  

It’s clean, but it’s kind of a jungle down there.  If you ask him real nicely though, he might tidy it up.

I = Intimacy  (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) 

Flirting comes easy to Lucifer, but romance is a foreign language. He can be vulnerable with you if he allows himself to be, if he feels comfortable enough. But if you want romance, you’re gonna have to be vocal and concise, and even then I wouldn’t expect it often or tactfully.  

J = Jack off  (masturbation headcanon) 

Alone in the cage, he tried it from time to time, and not just jerking. He really got to know himself, his likes, and dislikes. You’ll do a lot of stuff if you’re bored enough.

He even did it when Michael was locked up with him. It was a cheap shot, and sexually he didn’t enjoy it, but he did it just to laugh at the Michaels disgust.

Out of the cages, less so.

Once he got his clutches on you, never.  

K = Kink  (one or more of their kinks) 

100% has a praise/worship kink, tell him you’re ruined for anyone else, tell him nobody could ever make you fell this good and he’ll be riding that euphoria all day. ‘If It makes you comfy:’ Earnestly call him your God, and he’ll cum on the spot.  

Simultaneously he has a degradation kink for you.  He’ll have you on your knees, hands taught in your hair, growling “Beg for it you filthy whore. Beg me to let you worship my cock." 

L = Location  (favorite places to do the do) 

No real preference, but he does like the way your eyes get wide, and your heartbeat hammers when he fucks you somewhere risky. Somewhere you might get caught. “What would you do? If they caught us? What would they think of you, underwear around your ankles, spread open for me like the good little pet you are?”  The correct answer is incoherent moaning.  

M = Motivation  (what turns them on, gets them going) 

It doesn’t take a lot really. He could just sit back and watch you go about your day, enjoying the sway of your hips, the sound of your laugh. It’s a slow build, but you’re tempting when you’re oblivious to what you’re doing to him.  

If you want him there and then though, give him a reason to put you in your place. He likes the power dynamic when you’re challenging him.  

N = No  (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) 

Exhibitionism is a yes for him, that’s for sure, but there’s an invisible line that surrounds it. The look but don’t touch line. You’re his, and only his to play with.  

O = Oral  (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) 

As previously mentioned, he loves putting his mouth to good use. As much as he loves watching you choke and slurp on him, he would happily spend hours forcing wave after wave of pleasure through you, with just his mouth.  

P = Pace  (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

He can be slow and sensual, especially during foreplay and oral. Just loves watching you squirm as he slowly inches in to you until he bottoms out. Loves watching you pant and beg as he holds you down, forcing you to cockwarm him for hour after hour. But when it comes to game time, when you’re ready to topple, he will hammer into you like there’s no tomorrow.  

Q = Quickie  (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) 

Quickies tie in really well with his fondness for risky sex. Oh, your hunter friend is on their way here to borrow that book? I think now would be a great time to pin you to the couch and make you scream. They’re nearly here? They might hear us? You better get me off quick then, hadn’t you?   

R = Risk  (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) 

Absolutely. The real danger with trying something new with Lucifer is just how far he’ll take it, you know? He is not the kind who is gonna spend hours meticulously researching the best and safest ways to explore new kinks. So come prepared, to pray nothing goes wrong.  

He is however, prepared to try and fix things/make amends after the fact. Provided you don’t put all the blame on him (regardless of how much it actually is or isn’t.)

S = Stamina  (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) 

The real question is how many rounds can you go? How long can you last? That’s one of the perks to being an archangel. He can keep going until you’re a crumpled drooling mess, and he will. He particularly enjoys the way your legs tremor at just the feel of his fingers brushing near your sweet spots once he’s made you orgasm enough times. He is a fiend for overstimulation. 

T = Toys  (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

If you want too, he will, but really, who needs them? Right? He can, and will go all night, and he can make you feel whatever you want with the click of his fingers. I guess the only exception to that rule would be things like role play/costumes.  

U = Unfair  (how much they like to tease) 

Lucifer is the king of teasing. He’ll flirt, touch, and rut himself against you, winding you up all day and then pretend to recede his offer when you get him alone. He wants you to beg him for it.

And just when you think you’ve won him over, when he ploughing into you, he’ll tell you you’re not allowed to cum. Not until he says so.

V = Volume  (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

Not particularly loud, he will make some guttural sounds when he finishes, but otherwise the only times he’ll moan is when he’s mocking your own sounds.

But he will talk, he will in fact rarely shut the fuck up.

W = Wild card  (a random headcanon for the character) 

He’ll never admit it, but for all his bark and equally his bite, his favourite part often is the aftermath. You’ll spook him if you talk about it, but he enjoys laying beside you, watching you come down from your high. Pressing his cold hard body against you, all soft and warm and oh so fragile.

X = X-ray  (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

Nicks a little above average in the night department so I’d overlap what in the penis area. Circumcised, just over 6 inches, a little on the thin side.

Y = Yearning  (how high is their sex drive?) 

When he’s in the mood, you’ll know he’s in the mood, and he’s easy to turn on if you know how to push his buttons.

However, he has been around a long time. Sure he is demanding in the moment, but in between he can be patient.

Z = Zzz  (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

He doesn’t sleep, and he’ll probably be gone by the time you wake up. But he will stay until you fall asleep, just to enjoy the serenity, the calm after the storm.

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• • Wants to and will deliver the most excellent and diligent aftercare, but you have to be vocal and specific about it. Communication is good, tell him what you need, and he will do it, everytime.

   

  • Actually prefers receiving oral over giving. Don’t get it twisted, he thoroughly enjoys the effect it has on you, and will do it over and over for you, but it’s a sensory thing. There’s just so many particles, and molecules on his tongue, it can be overwhelming.

   

  • Incidentally like A++ when it comes to dirty talk. He doesn’t really have a filter so he will have no problem telling you what he likes, how he’s feeling. Will check on you aften.

  Does that feel good? Do you enjoy when I touch you like this?

  You look so beautiful when you cum for me.

  I love the way you feel around me.

   

  • However, until/unless you teach him the slang terms and how to use them, he will refer to most body parts by their anatomical names.

   

  • Is a top, but is very open to experimentation. Is happy to and enjoys bottoming/being pegged.

   

  • A switch, with predominately dom tendances.
    • Taking charge comes easily to him, and he can be very impatient/intolerant of having his orders disobeyed. Bratty behavior can be fun for him, if you’re into that sort of thing, but prefers service subs who will do as told and do it well.
    • But does not like to be the boss all the time. He likes it when you top him, especially for slow, sensual sex.  If you’re more experienced than him and can show him new positions or foreplay.

   

  • On the subject of positions, top 3: Face-off, cowgirl, and seashell.
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  • Will ask/scold you to keep your eyes open and look at him frequently. Really enjoys watching your expressions/reactions, particularly your eyes.

   

  • Doesn’t like to restrain you with ropes and the likes, but does like using his body and/or his grace to pin you down and have his way with you.

   

  • Let him hold you down, get nice and deep inside, then look up at him with glazed eyes and let out a whimper; he may just cum on the spot.

   

  • Can and will go for hours if you let him, stamina is not an issue for him.

   

  • Especially for cock-warming. On the rare occasion he has downtime, he will happily spend all day with you on his lap, cock inside you just idly chatting, examining and teasing you as you gradually get more wound up and needy for him.

   

  • His wings and the space around their base (in between the shoulder blades) are highly sensitive. Just the brush of your finger is enough to get him riled up.

   

  • You have to inform him that it’s found upon to discuss your sex life unprompted with other people. Unless that doesn’t bother you.

   

  Dean: Where the hell were you man?!? We’ve been prayin’!
  Cas: I heard you. I was busy engaging in coitus with [name].
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  Sam: Cas I’m trying to explain something here, what is so important on your phone?
  Cas: [name] has sent me a photograph of their [redacted], I am uncertain of the best way to respond.

   

  • Does not particularly like sexting, as he finds it hard to concisely convey his thoughts through text. BUT he does get a thrill out of seeing and having your nudes be so easily accessible and for his eyes only.

   

  • Seldom masturbates but does watch a lot of porn. It’s for “research” in “understanding humans”. Totally not for inspiration.

   

  • If you suggest making your own DIY porn, he will jump on it. There may be some technical teething issues, but he is determined not to let that stop you. Would film it from the nightstand of something, not POV as he still wants to get lost in the moment and not have to worry about filming you from just the right angle.

   

  • Secretly a voyeur. Prior to any sexual/romantic relationship he may have ‘accidentally’ popped up and caught a glimpse (or more) of you, or his other human acquaintances getting their rocks of (be they alone, or with other people). During any relationship he likes watching you touch yourself, sometimes he’ll ask you to let loose and do it however you like, sometimes he prefers a more guided approach. So, telling you, where to touch, how much pressure, if and when you can reach your climax.

   

  • And of course, frottage/thigh riding. Watching you grind on him, per instruction, until you cum makes him giddy.

   

  • Very much enjoys a good cream pie. Typically, he’s not really into (his own) cum, it’s sticky and messy. But he cannot deny the rush of pride he feels when he see’s his own cum seeping out of you.  

   

  • Is often commando, it just feels more freeing, and allows for easer access. Yes he could just use his angel mojo, but there’s something more fun and a little sordid about doing it himself, or better yet, having undress him.

   

  • Same goes for you. He prefers stripping you by hand. It allows him more time to touch you, to feel your soft skin under his, to tease all the points of you that he knows makes you squirm.

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• 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.

• 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. 

• 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. 

• 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, and, well, everything in the universe. 
• 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.    

• 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. 

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• Brings you a small bouquet of flowers.
• He’s paying for the date (at least the first date), it's just how his mom raised him.
• Defo the movie and a meal type.
• Some kind of historical drama or action comedy.
• Slushy with 2 straws, and the classic yawn and stretch into putting his arm around you.
• If all else goes to crap, you can at least talk about the movie during dinner.
• Dinner being pizza/burgers from the closest table service fast food place.

• No gift, actually, it's your job to bring a selection of snacks. (She will also be providing a selection of her own favourite goodies.)
• Chips/crisps, candy, pizza.
• Bring caffeine too because it's gonna be an all-nighter.
• It’s a gaming sleepover – think RE6, overcooked, Mario Kart, Wolfenstein ET, or whatever multiplayer games you’re into.
• All on her couch in your hand-made blanket fort, until you both crash, or find another, more intimate activity.

• Won't bring you a gift but will pay for at least the first round of drinks.
• Gotta be some unknown dive bar with 50 beers on tap, barrels for tables, greasy food, and a classic rock tribute band that goes hard.
• Tasty food, good music, stunning company, what more could a man want.
• Also, a pool/foos/hockey tables are a must.
• Spend the night drinking, dancing, and kicking his ass at your game of choice.
• Bonus points if cook him breakfast in the morning.

• Would gift you wine(/some kind of alcohol), the fancy kind that’s hard to pronounce. Or if you’re not a drinker, probably a box of chocolate (Fortnum & Mason or a similarly high-end brand).
• The date itself, something active but competitive.
• Axe throwing, paintball, maybe even go-karting or dirt biking.
• Wants to show off for you.
• If you struggle to keep up, he’ll give you pointers, help you improve, but won’t pretend to be bad/let you win.
• If you’re genuinely good, even good enough to beat him… *heart-eyes*

• I actually think he would really enjoy going to a museum or gallery.
• He’s a smart guy, and he loves to learn, but so often it's under s time constraint, or it's specific. 
• But on a date, he gets to not only spend time with the person he loves
• But he’s able to slowly, casually explore the museum, observing, and learning about each piece without it being for a case.
• If you’re the kinda person that always carries a bag, he’d hold it for you all the way through, and hold your hand.
• You’re gonna stop and look at everything he wants to look at, and he’s gonna do the same for you.
• Heart eyes when you start dragging his mammoth height through the crowds when you get excited to see something.
• Debrief and refresh afterwards at the closest café, where you can both gush about your favourite parts.

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• No gift, he’s from a time before that was a thing and does not care enough to check what the current trends are.
• If you ask nice enough, he might bring you something next time.
• Weirdly obsessed with humans however. (Just not in a ‘I wanna be like them’ way)
• Find a cafe with outdoor seating in a highly populated area, and people watch.
• Laugh at his jokes, and don’t be precious over your food/drink cause he’s gonna help himself.

‘Hot, not, not, HOT, extra hot.’

‘This is so good, have you tried this?’ ‘It was yours? Oh shit, sorry. At least you have good taste… in multiple ways’ (he’d wink at you then, if he could.)

‘Ew have those pants ever in fashion?’

‘Haha, did you see that kid face plant the side walk?! Get rekt’

• He’s an old traditional man really, he’ll bring you a bouquet of daisies. Legitimately, if he could, he would ask your father for permission to take you out.
• Cooking as has always been, and continues to be a big part of Benny's personality.
• It doesn’t matter that the food no longer sustains him, because it keeps him connected to his home, and his history.
• Plus, the way to any person's heart is through their stomach,
• You’ll be in the kitchen together, cooking gumbo or jambalaya, and bananas foster for dessert.
• If you don’t know how to cook, don’t worry. Benny is gonna take the lead anyway, he’ll teach you as much as you think you can handle.
• He’s very respectful, but if you just so happen to brush against each other while working in the same space, well, that just can be helped now can it?
• Or if you’re slightly in his way, sometimes he just needs to rest a gentle but firm hand on your hip and guide you to the side.
• Or if you accidentally get something on your cheek? Your lip? He’ll have to get that for you.

• I’m picturing a rustic but sophisticated cabin in the woods.
• Somewhere private, a safe space just for the two of you.
• Something with a big, roaring fireplace.
• A big, plush, velvety sofa, and an array of fluffy blankets, pillows, furs, rugs.
• A fully stocked bar. ‘Don’t worry darling, you won’t have to lift a finger.’ He or a lesser demon will make all your drinks for you.
• Just some real, 1 on 1 quality time together where you can both be vulnerable.
• Whether you spend all night in deep conversation, cuddling, or getting even more intimate is your choice.

• Would forget to bring you a gift, but if it goes well, she’ll likely give you one of her many pieces of jewelry, ‘Whatever you like most hun, just take it.’
• I feel like she would actually really enjoy something creative, the messier the better.
• Like finding a big open space, lowering the lights, laying down a big canvas, cracking open a bottle, and getting busy with some paints.
• No brushes, just hands (or other body parts if you like).

• Gracing you with her presence is gift enough.
• If anything, you should be bringing her a gift. Jewelry is always best, but she will settle for roses or red wine.
• Rowena knows her worth, and if you don’t, then don’t waste her time.
• She deserves nothing less than to be wined and dined somewhere very nice.
• Followed by a show. The ballet or the opera.
• Just imagine, the both of you dressed to the nines. Holding hands over the table, good food and drink, Rowena sharing stories from her time on earth.
• Coffee or dessert? Both. Please and thank you.

• Would bring you candy, but you have to share.
• Also a big foodie, but more eating, less cooking.
• Like a street food market, or a boardwalk.
• You can compete on the water guns and ring toss games to win each other prizes.
• She’s only letting you win if there is something in it for her. – Particularly a prize that she wants.
• Regardless of who wins what, you’re gonna be the one carrying everything.
• Then stop at every food stand on the way.
• Bonus points for somewhere that has proper french fries in large portions.
• Afterwards, you can chat at the end of the peer, and/or make out under it. 

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• You’ve never seen a bigger shit-eating grin in all your life; he looks like he hit the jackpot.
• No matter how much or how little you tell him, he won’t stop making jokes or bragging how bad you want it.

Dean I need you t- “Yeah you do.”

Stop it! “Bet you weren’t saying that in your dreams last night.”

*Gesturing at something even remotely suggestive* “Hey hey hey, did we do that?”

• He promises to stop if you give him the full run down.
• And when you do, he’s like Christmas came early.
• All wide eyes and dopy smiles, occasional blushing.
• He’s got a million and one questions throughout, but the final and most is obviously: “You wanna go at the real thing?”

• Immediate shuts down for like 5 minutes. His brain has to comprehend and then reboot.
• He won’t joke or make fun of you, at least not in front of other people.
• But as soon as you’re alone, he’s got questions, lots of detail-oriented questions.
• He’s not outright asking what your dream was, just teasing you with meticulously detailed fantasies of his own posed as questions.

“Did I make you beg for it? Did you make me beg?”

“Were you completely naked, stretched out underneath me? Were my hands around your throat?”

“What did I say? Did I tell you I would ruin you? That you deserved it? Did you want me to?”

• Angels don’t dream. Primarily because they don’t sleep.
• So, he’s not really sure what to make of this confession at first.
• Queue the signature furrowed brow and head tilt.

“Why?”

I don’t know, I didn’t do it on purpose!

“That’s true. I suppose this is your mind’s subconscious way of informing you that you are sexually attracted to me."

• Boy, he doesn’t beat around bushes.
• He would need time to stew on it from there.
• It could be hours, days, maybe weeks before he brings it up again.

“I am curious about your dream.”

What dr- oh right.

“I am flattered. Should you be willing, I would like to discuss this more. For example, which of us…”  

• You can sense the raised brows and the satisfied smirk before he even does it.
• “Reeeeeally?”
• Gabe’s reaction is very similar to Deans, just like a Trickster in a candy store.
• Only he’ll wait to get you alone before he starts bombarding you.
• If you won’t tell him outright, he’ll keep guessing.
• And every new guess is accompanied by a costume and/or scenery change.

“Maybe we filmed the newest instalment of casa erotica?”

“No? Maybe you paid Dr Sexy a visit?”

“Mile high club?”

“No? Kinkier? You into a little BDSM?”

• I’ll let you fill in the visual blanks. 😉

• His reaction is a lot more subdued. 
• That doesn’t make it any less dubious. You can feel the smugness radiating off of him.
• He’ll ask earnestly enough to start out.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

• When you refuse, he doesn’t push. Doesn’t joke, or tease.
• But the smile he keeps giving you.
• The way he watches you, totally engrossed but poised, is enough to drive you crazy.
• When he finally asks again, later on, in that low, relaxed tone:

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me all about your dirty little fantasies?”

• Temptation really is his game.

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• I feel like if Jack wants to make a connection with someone, he will try anything at least once.
• He's a 20-year-old who has never had to make friends before. Cas and the Winchesters are family, thats different. Friends he has to make an effort for. (At least in his head.)
• If he thinks you really enjoy something that he doesn't, he won’t want to hurt your feelings. He wants you to like him.

• So even if he doesn’t enjoy something that much, he’ll try to pretend.
• It’s up to you to figure that out and stop him from torturing himself.
• He’s too nice, loyal to a fault.
• Although, the many sceptical questions and the suspicious looks are a dead giveaway.

“Is it supposed to smell this strong?” Yep

“And I can’t eat it?” No, Jack, it’s soap!

“And we’re wearing gloves because? It’s dangerous, yep, got it.”

“Is this what a headache feels like? NO! It’s fun! If you like it, I like it.”

“It takes HOW LONG to cure?”

• Probably stay away from things like candle and soap making.

• He likes stability, so I think having a set day each week, or a couple of hours each night to do stuff together, would be ideal for him.
• He’d love bonding over shared interests in films and TV.
• He doesn’t have to eat, but I think he would enjoy trying new foods.
• So: having a weekly film night would be awesome. Where you can both veg out on the couch together, eat whatever new or different foods you find at the supermarket, and watch horror (primarily zombie) and/or sci-fi films together. 
• Or spend the weekend binge-watching The Walking Dead or The Cornetto Trilogy (+ Paul, no negotiable).
• Video games too: Left 4 Dead, Fallout etc

• Then fall asleep where you're lounging, talking about your faves and your fan theories. 

• I don’t know that he would be into making art, per se, but I think he would like crafts.
• I feel like Jack would really like those diamond painting thingies. Or just like, bedazzling things in general.
• Like, I can see him contracting some weird cosmic-being version of the flu, being quarantined with an Angel!Reader and it being like that one episode of Malcolm in the Middle. 

• Also legos. Just things that take a lot of attention to detail, something that can take his mind off of the constant pressure he is under, that you can really focus on, but that has a cool pay off at the end.
• Animation as well, both watching (more 2D stuff like Batman, Invincible, Nimona)
• And doing– probably more like stop motion, with again, legos, or claymodels. 
• (I’m totally not projecting because I am an animation nerd)

• He would, however, enjoy art galleries and museums.
• Being able to admire and learn about things created by humans throughout history would be so astounding.
• Would like to have you with him so you can observe, learn, and discuss together.
• If you’re interested but unable to go with him, he’ll memorise everything so he can relay it all to you later, or pick up a bunch of leaflets for you to read. Or he’ll make a note of all his favourite parts so he can take you there another time.

• He would have a similar sentiment if you are an artistic person. 
• He doesn’t want to draw or paint stuff with you, but he would like watching you and your creative process (if you don’t mind being watched)
• Like absolutely fascinated by your ability to create something from nothing. Something that evokes emotion or tells a story – wow!!
• Your number one supporter. Gift him your art, and he’ll put it on his bedroom wall.
• Those galleries I mentioned earlier, he’s buying you both tickets to go see your inspirations shows or displays.
• Wants to look through all your old works, he doesn’t care if that horse you drew when you were 12 is the wrong shape and has wonky eyes, he thinks its so cool that you tried, and practiced, and learned. That’s human ingenuity.
• You’re so cool.

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• Seeing Adam after so long was surreal.
• He’d changed so much; he wasn’t just older, taller, stronger.
• He was always laid back and practical, but now he’s more self-assured and perceptive. 
• And surprisingly well-adjusted for a man who had just spent more than a millennia in hell.
• In some ways, it was easy to fall back into strides with him. He’d grown and changed, but he was still the man you loved.
• The hardest part was Michael.

• Sometimes it felt like you were the 3rd wheel. You knew Adam first, you loved him first, but Michael had known him longer. Try explaining that to literally anyone.
• Although honestly, explaining any part of Adam, Michael, and your whole dynamic to anyone would be complicated.
• Now that they’re free of the cage, Michael could so easily return to Heaven. He could repress Adam's mind, take his body, and do as he pleases, but he doesn’t. He’s sacrificing everything for him. How are you supposed to compare?
• Sometimes Adam will clock out of a conversation, absorbed in something else with Michael.
• They have stories, and inside jokes you can never really be a part of.
• It’s lonely, waking up in an unexpectedly empty bed.
• Being stood up because Michael had other plans.
• Raising the issues with them garners sympathy and promises of change from Adam, but Michael is less responsive, which doesn’t give you much hope.
• Change is a three-way street in this case. 
• However, you suspect they discussed the issue between themselves at some point, because change does come.
• You’d finish dinner with Adam, but Michael would help you clean up.
• He has offered to use his mojo, "so much faster and easier", but Adam doesn’t want to rely too much on it. You tend to agree, unless you’re feeling lazy.
• And Michael is always quick to agree when you ask. Who knew Michael could be the naughty one.
• You’d plan a game/puzzle night, which Michael would get invested in, and take control of. Especially if it is strategy-based.
• You’d come home at the end of a hard day, and often, Michael was the one who would listen.
• At first it was:

“Your whining is displeasing; I implore you to stop.”

• But over time, he becomes more sympathetic, more interested in your feelings and day-to-day life.
• Until he greets you with questions about your friends, or on-going dramas. Asking if you have had a better day today.
• He asks you a lot of questions. Mainly about Earth, humanity, and culture at first. Adam is a sufficient guide to the human world, but he is a little behind the times.
• And you can’t deny how cute he is when he repeats slang words back at you, or attempts to use them.

“What is ‘clickbait’?”

“You’re home, how was work? Please ‘spill the tea’.”

“Your clothing? Oh yes, it is ‘slaying’. Is that the correct term?”

• Adam, who is also learning many of these words for the first time as well, is cringing so hard in their head.
• Over time his questions get more personal. Your friends, family, hobbies, etc.
• He knows a lot of it already. From Adam talking about you in the cage, from his memories, and from listening to conversations you have had since reuniting. They’re both always there really, even if you’re not interacting with one directly.
• But there is a difference between first-hand and second-hand experiences.
• And you enjoy having someone else to talk to about these things, another perspective.
• You’d grown to like his company, for an Angel he's surprisingly compassionate, at least when he wants to be anyway.
• Eventually, he trusts you enough to divulge information about his own family and his very long existence.
• Sometimes you would wake up in Michael’s embrace. Which wasn’t necessarily unpleasant.
• Even in the dark and the silence of night, you can tell the difference.
• Adam's touch is soft, warm, and comforting. He makes you feel at ease.
• Michael is solid, and protective. He makes you feel safe.
• Until eventually, while you don’t quite feel like you’re on par with Michael, you do feel welcome.
• You like him in fact.
• Maybe you like him a little too much, considering he is not your boyfriend.
• Your feelings for Adam haven’t lessened at all, but how can you spend 50% of your time with Michael, who is insightful, wise, inquisitive, and so damned cute. Who makes you feel safe, and valued...
• And not develop some feelings.
• Which complicates things further. It puts you on edge. Makes you worried about accidentally crossing a line.
• How is one supposed to act around their boyfriend when their boyfriend isn’t their boyfriend, and also you have feelings for both the boyfriend and the not boyfriend, you know? Totally relatable, right?
• All those mixed feelings of inadequacy when compared to Michael and the uncertainty when spending time with him are not happy or healthy ways to feel in a relationship.
• You have to broach the subject, with them both, and Michael has something to say immediately.

“We are not in competition. I can assure you Adam loves us both in different ways, in equal measure.”

But he’s not Adam half the time. He’s you! You’re not Adam, you don’t love me, I don’t know how to behave around you.

“Are you certain you are human?” What? “Humans are not the most astute. However, sometimes you are as dense as osmium.”

Are you calling me stupid?!

“I urge you to stop and consider your words for a moment. I find it incredibly upsetting and frankly offensive that you believe me to be so incapable of loving you, as foolish and naïve as you may be.”

• Adam knew, the whole time. The whole damn time.
• He just needed the two of you to figure it out on your own first.
• There’s a lot of conversation to be had between the three of you from there.

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Dean Winchester

“Oooh yes Dean, yes, that’s it.” Your voice sounds hoarse and breathy. Makes sense cause you’ve been moaning like that, praising like that all night.

“You like that baby?” Dean asks from beneath you, completely entranced by the bounce of your breasts and the sway of your hips as you ride him. “You like fuckin’ yourself on my dick baby?”

“Yes, Dean, yes! You feel so fucking good. Make me feel so good.” You chant, and when your head rolls back in ecstasy, Dean follows. His fingers grip at your skin, forcing you against him as he ruts into you, spilling himself inside.

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Dean: Unless you specify that making noise is a boundary for you, he will see it as a challenge. He’ll find things, moves you like and hammer them over, and, over again to try and get some noise out of you. Or he’ll ask you lots of dirty questions during the deed. High praise, when you do make noise, like he’s trying to condition more noise. He just needs some kind of queue that he’s doing a good job, encouragement, like a dog being told he’s a good boy.

If you state it’s a limit, he’ll respect that, but he needs some other indicator, like red-light/green-light, or some form of physical touch meant to convey a job well done. 

Sam: Won’t really bat an eyelid at it. He’s a very accepting person, and he likes you for you, noisy or not.

If you express to him that you’d like to be noisier in bed, he will happily assist. Asking how you’re doing; how does that feel? What about this? No, no, not until you show me how much you want it. Repeating things he’s learned will get a reaction out of you.

Otherwise, he’ll keep on ploughing as is.

Castiel: If you’re normally a very vocal/noisy person in day-to-day life, he’d be concerned. He’ll worry that he’s done something wrong. When he confronts you and you tell him you’re good, you’re just quiet, he’ll feel so much relief, you’ll see the weight lift from his shoulders. Bless him, he gets stressed.

If you’re not normally a very vocal/noisy person, then he likely won’t notice. There are many, many humans, and they are all strange and unique, and this is just part of who you are.

He is quite chatty in bed however, he likes to express how he is feeling, how you make him feel, and he likes to check on you, so unless you’re happy to have little check ins/chit chats mid sex, you’ll need to express your boundaries.

Gabriel: Very similar to Dean. Evoking noise from you is a game, and he’s determined to master it. Even if that means underhanded tactics. Laughter is just as good, there will be tickling. He will playfully withhold or deny you touches or kisses to make you ask/beg for them. Oh, that one little touch made you moan a teeny tiny bit? WE’RE DOING THAT AGAIN!

If you state that it’s a boundary, that’s cool, cool, cool. He can make enough noise for the both of you, he’s a soft, chatty, moaning, mess of an angel in the throws anyway.

Lucifer: Honestly, he probably won’t even notice at first. Like Gabe, he will make enough noise for the both of you. He loves the sound of his own voice, and he often gets lost in the feelings and his own emotions throughout. When he does eventually notice, he’d tease you about it. The ideal reaction is for you to get all shy and frustrated about it, but any provoked response is likely satisfying, he just likes to know he’s having an effect on you.

Michael: Is also very quiet in bed, in fact, he prefers it. His mind is very busy (especially when Adam is in there) and he enjoys being able to turn it off. He just does what feels good. There is no need to perform, and the fact that you respond the same is very validating for him. He will not question, tease, or try to provoke an inauthentic response from you. He will accept you as you are.

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The feel of your body against his is simultaneously unsettling and highly pleasurable. Your soft lips pepper kisses up and down his chest, warming his cool skin with every touch. He bites at his lip, holding back shivers of appreciation as you work your way upward pressing your own lips against his collar, throat, and jaw.

You’re almost at face level, and you incline upwards, pursing your lips, ready to connect them with his own. Instead, he places his hand against your collarbone, splaying his fingers to stretch either side. Forcing your body backwards, his lips spreading into an amused grin.

“What’s so funny?” You peer at him quizzically through heavy lids.

“You.” He teases, enjoying the way you pout in response. “What would your precious friends think if they saw you like this? Worshipping ‘the devil’?” 

“I wouldn’t care.” Your voice, and especially your words, are music to his ears. He promptly releases his hold on your neck, sliding his hand around your back and pulling you in for your reward.

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You’re sat, hunched over a desk, nose buried in some dusty old tome when he finds you. Without thinking or caring, he leans over you from behind, planting his hands against the table on either side of you, confining you as he breathes in your scene. He has no idea if it's au naturale or artificial, but it is intoxicating nonetheless, and completely synonymous with you. 

To your credit, you keep your composure, but he can sense the increase in your heart rate.

“What are you doing?” Your voice is slow, deliberate, guarded. He wants so badly to strip away your armour.

“Can’t I just want to see my favourite human?” He chimes.

You don’t respond, refocusing on your book. A pang of petty jealousy? Rejection? Some nonsense ape-like emotion hits him, and he huffs as he pulls away from you. He relocates to the chair beside you, smug at the side eye you shoot him when he haphazardly kicks his feet onto the table.

When your silence persists, he feels the need to fill it.

“Well, since you really want to know, I truly am here to see you.” Still nothing. “I wanted to tell you about a dream I had.”

“Angels don’t dream.” You reply matter-of-factly, and he relishes in knowing he’s about to school you.

“Actually, yes, we do. As an Archangel, I would know.” He enunciates his point with the wag of his finger. Your eyes follow his hand, and he can’t help but wiggle all four of them, knowing he’s caught your attention. “We just have no practical need to sleep, so we don’t do it often.”

“Right.” You sound sceptical, and your sweet, sweet, attention is short-lived as you refocus on the desk. “And what does this have to do with me?”

Keen to draw you back to him, he taps his finger on the desk beside you. When you look at it, he points to himself, guiding you.  You sigh and roll your eyes before you look to his face. He might have been offended, but there’s a playful glint in your eye and growing warmth in your aura that tells him you’re enjoying his company more than you’d like to let one.

“Because you…” He gestures back and forth between you both. “Were in it.”

You blink once, twice; processing. When it settles, you proceed to stare at him, waiting for him to go on. He pointedly stares back at you in silence, folding his arms to display his new authority in this little dynamic. He’s piqued your curiosity, but now you’ll have to ask him for satisfaction.

You’re undeniably cute. Watching your expressions and mannerisms play out as you process his statement, as you realise your predicament, amuses him greatly. You turn back to your work, then to him again, and back and forth as you deliberate between your primary two options. To ask or not to ask. Eventually, the temptation wins out.  

“And?” You raise your brows expectantly. “What happened?”

“If you want to know, you’ll have to ask nicer than that.” He’s pushing his luck, and he knows it, but he’s confident you’re already too hooked to back out now.

You purse your lip as you calculate your next move. The image is unintentionally charming to him. He wonders if you’ll bite now, or if you’ll take the hard-to-get route, pretending you don’t want to know. Either is equally appealing to him, because he’s certain he’ll win out in the end.

Dropping his feet to the floor, he places an elbow on the table just inches from your arm, he uses it for balance as he leans in closer, keeping his expression as straight as possible. “Well?”

The beat of your heart is picking up again; you’re on edge, and he loves it.

“Okay, fine.” You concede. He feels his face twist, like the cat that got the cream, as you continue. “Please, Lucifer?”

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“It is I, be not afraid.”

“Cas?”

When Castiel had approached you, requesting to touch your soul, asking you to put your life on the line to help him fight an angelic war you had no part in, you’d complied, without hesitation. He had saved you countless times, rebelled when it would have benefited him not to. He was one of the good ones. Even as you’d laid beneath him, vulnerable, and in the worst pain imaginable, you’d thought; it was the least you could do.  

When Bobby and the boys had begun to doubt his intentions, his motives, when they’d begun to suspect he was working with Crowley, you’d defended him. Perhaps those things were true, but he’d given you enough titbits to believe his intentions were good, that he would prevail. If he loses the war, who knows what repercussions might befall you, your friends, your family, all of humanity. You were sure his motives were just.

When you’d seen the massacres in the papers, and on the news, your dedication still didn’t falter. Sure, those people were not the creatures you’d become accustomed to killing, but what were racists, homophobes, and corrupt politicians, if not monsters by another name?

But now, as he stood before you, red and decaying; malformed, your faith wavered. If the power he held was truly meant for good, why was it destroying him?

“I am the Lord, your God.” He corrects you. His voice is as cold and unfeeling as it had been the day you met. All the warmth and curiosity he’d developed, the traits you’d come to appreciate and associate with him were gone. You’d helped him win the war, but at what cost? “Bow down and profess your love unto me.”

Despite your doubts, you fall to your knees. If he could execute offices, churches, and towns full of people with the click of a finger, what could he do to you? Unable to look at the rot on his skin, unsure if a mortal such as yourself should, you fix your gaze on his shoes as they drag along the carpet until he stands before you.

“I sense your uncertainty.” He places a hand on your forehead, it is clammy and damp, entirely unpleasant, yet it still sends a thrill through your body, sparking conflict between the fearful pit in your stomach and the salacious heat growing between your legs. “But I know that your love for me will control you. Your devotion has proved this thus far.”

Your heart pounds as he trails a single finger down the centre of your face, ghosting past your nose, before pressing to your lips, ensuring your silence as he continues.

“Free me.”

A spark of hope thrums through your body, without thinking you look to his face, hoping to see the face of your friend looking back, one who has come to you for help, for freedom from power that is clearly corroding him from the inside out. Instead, you are greeted by a being high on their own might. A smile that is enjoying your obedience, eyes that watch you with idle lust, and you know the true intent of his command.

Hope vanquished, you let your head fall once more, but Castiel catches you with the same finger he had pressed to your lips, aligning your face with his crotch. Free him.

You’d enabled this to happen, the harbinger of mutual destruction.

Clearly still sensing your dismay, seeing how your hands shake as you reach for him, he whispers what he likely thinks is solace, provocation.

“Your most important identity is not by your name, but you being loved by me.”

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• One thing I really love about Gabriel is that he is confident, sometimes to the point of (justifiable) cockiness, but he’s not particularly egotistical.
• So, there’s no ‘you don’t need to do that, because I can do it for you’ debate.
• If anything, he likely prefers that you have your own independent magical thing going on.
• And he’s not worried about your soul being tied to any demon, or the dangers witchcraft might cause for you because, well, he’s an archangel so if you can’t hold your own, he can protect you. This also isn’t a debate, it’s fact.
• Honestyly he would be a menace with a witch reader.
• Not because he’ll encourage you to cause chaos, which he will, but because he won’t discourage it.
• And being him will open so many doors that otherwise would be inaccessible.

Oh, you need the roots of a flower that hasn’t bloomed in 10 thousand years, no problem, *snap* I got you a bunch in case you need more.

What’s that? A hand of God? Yeah I can make that happen, snap *snap* here you go.

• Causing problems for bad people was a Loki cover thing, but I 100% think he enjoys it and would continue that after the fact;
• So I can totally see punishing wrong doers as a tag team being a date activity, if you’re down.