#deanifer

[impalacarcosa]

Hmmm I was going to write something sweet for Wincestifer but... I like the idea of them holding Sam down and using his body for their own pleasure, rough and mean because that's what older brothers do, but even while they still stroke Sam's hair and tell him he's their precious boy or their sweet little hole who takes it so well, That makes Sam so easy, his cunt would soften letting Dean abuse it even more with his cock while he'd moan around Lucifers cock being stuffed down his throat

[saintmarysunshine]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/75617511

New Wincest/Lucifer fic!

Pastor Sam Winchester meets some new congregants with a devilish secret. Key words: Religious fundamentalism, Southern Baptists, Southern Sam, always female Dean Winchester, demon!Deanna, King of Hell Lucifer, fastburn/instalove, dub/non-con.

[charliethechocolateeater]

I think Lucifer should've gotten to possess Dean as a treat, to complete the trifecta

[vomitingreblogs]

I love drawing my gay babies~ just happy, okay? Hamilton style

[jurassicghost]

Mindless Rambling

Every pairing is welcome on my blog. Whether I’m aware of the pairing or not, whether I like it or not— it’s always welcome. A couple months ago, however, I was somehow completely taken aback.

Main point of this useless paragraph: Making an assertive figure give up his dominance was an absolutely breathtaking, eye-opening experience.

[samflower]

A Ducifer headcanon dump because I’m drowning in the feels T^T

Lucifer developing a fascination with Dean’s freckles and tracing over them when their lying together, while he’s sated after sex, or when Dean’s asleep, so he can slowly and methodically count them. Dean doesn’t understand and he tries to question Lucifer about it, but Lucifer just shushes him and continues to trace his skin, until Dean let’s the gentle pattern of Lucifer’s fingers on him skin lull him to sleep. Since Lucifer is an archangel, he has infinite patience and doesn’t get tired. So far he’s in the low 1000’s.

  Lucifer also developing a fascination with Dean’s hands, at all the scars and callouses on his hands, but also at the way they’re so firm and graceful and steady in everything he does, whether it’s to stitch his brother up after a really bad hunt, or if it’s cleaning his weapons. His favourite thing to is to watch Dean hands methodically unassemble and assemble his gun so that he can clean it. 

Lucifer takes some kind of weird pleasure in watching Dean as he works in the kitchen. Dean actually doesn’t mind but sometimes he finds it creepy when he continues to watch him with that quiet intensity of his for long periods of time. When he finally snaps and asks him about it, Lucifer just shrugs. “I like watching you” Dean says nothing and goes back to work and Lucifer pretends that he doesn’t see the way the tips of Dean’s ears have gone red.

 Lucifer being extremely protective of Dean to the point where it annoys him. As a hunter, Dean is used to taking risks…it’s what he’s done his whole life. Lucifer HATES this. If it were up to him, he’d have tied the hunter down and kept him by his side forever (and has even on occasion tried to sneakily put a binding spell on him, but that had led to no sex for a week when Dean find out, so he didn’t try that again). Dean’s too smart. If Lucifer had it his way, Dean would probably find himself locked away bound and naked in Lucifer’s bed in some faraway hidden place, for his eyes only. (And no, the idea doesn’t send a secret thrill down  Dean’s spine at all). But Lucifer now knows that nothing can control this beautiful strong hunter and his strong sense of justice, so he has no option but to let him go. But he’ll never stop trying ways to make Dean stay. 

 When they’re lying together, Dean notices that Luifer’s hands like to wonder a lot. Particularly over his stomach and his chest, where his fingers trace warm patterns into his skin over and over again. At first Dean thinks it’s just random, but then he realises that he’s tracing patterns, his fingers running the same route over and over again. And at first Dean can’t figure it out but then later he realises that he’s tracing enochian protective sigils into his skin. Lucifer knows that he can’t protect Dean by keeping him with them so instead he marks the symbols into his human’s skin, so that everyone will know who the hunter belongs to. To Lucifer Morningstar. And if anyone tries to get in the way or harm his human, they know what they’re getting into.

 Dean not understanding why Lucifer would ever be in love with him and Lucifer holds him down and gently tells him all the ways in why he’s so special and the reason he fell for him. Presses fierce kisses all over his body and he whispers into his skin all the reasons why he loves him. How Lucifer is in awe with how beautiful and brave and oh-so selfless Dean is. How he always puts everyone else before him. How beautiful and bright and pure his soul is. 

Dean being really embarrassed and trying to hide his body from Lucifer, or covering his face with his hands, but Lucifer pulling them away and reverently worshipping and exploring every inch of his body

Dean crying when Lucifer says so because it’s the first time that he’s ever had someone focus that much attention on him and love him so completely despite all his flawss

[vomitingreblogs]

Okay, I redid my old art and I have to say I’m really proud of myself. I know this isn’t going to get much notes but I don’t really care... I have improved so much and I can’t believe I got so good.

Thank you guys so much for the support, it means the world to me <3

Then:

[vomitingreblogs]

Maybe they aren’t so bad after all

Pairing: Dean/Lucifer

Summary: Lucifer was trying to enjoy some time to himself, but Dean had decided to play his music.

Lucifer really didn’t like being in Castiel. His vessel was short, had horrible taste in clothing, the most annoying voice voice, and his personality. . . Jesus. It was almost impossible for him to keep in character without wanting to bang his head against the wall. Lucifer kept his cool, just long enough to get his bitch ass aunt out of this world or before he burns through whatever sucker his little brother convinced.

Believe it or not, he was having a peaceful moment with a beverage and a novel. Hey, even Satan needs a break from everything. Drinking some scotch, reading a laughable book. Enjoying himself for once. Or was until some loud rock music started blaring through the Bunker. Scowling, Lucifer set down his book and drink aside. Marching down the hallway with determination to put the eldest Winchester in his place. He pounded on the door. It wasn’t until after he was almost ready to smite the door was when he could hear something faintly over the hard rock.

He quietly opened the door and peered inside, Lucifer was more than surprised at what he saw.

There was Dean Winchester - the Righteous man, the guy who could kill a thousand demons to save his brother, the drunk that can shot straight even after fifty shots - dancing and jumping around on his bed. Grinning and laughing through lyrics, having a blast in general.  All while that Lucifer was watching him, he couldn’t help admire. There was a man in the middle of a huge fight and here he was. Enjoying whatever time he had left.

Lucifer would deny this to anyone. This would be a secret he would be taking to his grave. But, as he watched Dean mess up the words and slur the chorus, Lucifer couldn’t help the warm feeling in his chest and smiling in the slightest. Maybe, the devil thought, they aren’t all so bad.