#lubriel

[kotana-x]

Supernatural and ...

and early roles of actors.

I like Richard's character in "Freddy's Nightmares", so I wanted to draw young Gabriel like him. The same goes for Mark from "Fatal Beauty". A bit of an unusual Lucifer, but why not :D

The fashion of the end of the last century is cool.

[impalacarcosa]

If you had to ask Gabriel who his favourite brother was he'd tell you he hates all his brothers equally but deep down he knows in himself it's not true and Lucifer will always be his favourite... Lucifer was so mean when he'd hold him down and force his cock into the golden winged chubby angel, Gabriel missed the feeling of the stretch because Lucifer was not just impressed in length but the girth was something no one had matched before, Sam is the only one who is even able to scratch that surface just enough to be satisfying

[tongjingnian2point0]

commissions related to supernatural from last month😊

I'm focusing on drawing commissions recently, feel free to ask me the fee if you want me to draw smth for you :)

[woundlingus]

Please please give me disgusting noncon asmobriel headcanons I love them so so much

Ive written this more like a fic than an explanation because I wasnt sure how to even begin condensing and explaining years worth of horny lore I’ve spun up, but I’ll do my best to try and explain my load bearing headcanon about them and their relationships to Lucifer ❤️

And when you’re done, you might like some fics

Godless - Dubliner - Day Dreamin’ - Let Sleeping Dogs Lie - DTTBEOTW - LFGIMT

Under the cut CW: noncon, pseudocest, torture, mind breaking

There was always three people in their relationship.

It all circles back to Lucifer. That Asmodeus was never a big enough man to earn any sort of respect from him. You’d think that you’d give up after a while, especially seeing as how for the vast majority of Asmodeus’s life and death Lucifer was in a box in the ground… he doesn’t though, Lucifer is just gone, and that desire to have pleased him has no where to go and nothing to do but rot and fester, warp into something deep seated and ugly.

An archangel lands in his lap, figuratively, the literally would come later.

He’s scared of Gabriel, especially so to begin with, but at least a little of him is always frightened. That’s what makes it so fun. Gabriel is an archangel, and Gabriel had been Lucifer’s in a way Asmodeus had never and would never be. Something doted on and adored, trusted and loved. Even after his betrayal, Gabriel would always still be family to Lucifer. Lucifer tried to kill him, but that had nothing to do with hate. That’s something Asmodeus would never get, didn’t deserve to have. Gabriel was the looming threat in his basement, the boogeyman under his bed, the thing that could crawl out and use those god-fuelled hands to do terrible terrible things to him. Asmodeus is OLD. He knows archangels. An archangel left that ugly scar down the center of his face. He’s signed a death warrant doing this. But Gabriel was Lucifer’s, and in this twisted way, he’s got Lucifer with him always.

Asmodeus hates Lucifer. Hates him because he loves him. It’s complicated. He was chosen above all others, given power, a title, a throne. He was plucked from the Earth, small and mortal and innocent, and ripped apart at the seams to be a pawn in Lucifer’s game against God. Lucifer had given him a gift he gave only three others, a little piece of himself that marked Asmodeus as better than anyone else, because he held divinity in his veins too now. That little piece of Lucifer’s love and trust. The little bit of Lucifer that marked him as property to be used and disposed of at will. That little bit of Lucifer that made them family, that made Lucifer Father and God and the Devil all in one. You live like that for fifty thousand years and it does things to your head, irreparably. Twists love and hate into the same thing.

Asmodeus hurts Gabriel, because in hurting him he knows it would hurt Lucifer. It was only a matter of time before that confusing swirl of emotion, that hate and that love and that desire, lead him shoving the angel face down into the cold ground to fuck him while Gabriel thrashed and cried. That time it was little more than an act of domination, because he could, because it was one more thing he could do that would rattle Gabriel. Gabriel would be rattled, but he’d still come out of it mouthy and angry as he’d always been. It would take far more than that to shatter something like him.

The next time he fucks him, he makes it good. You think someone gets to be prince of lust and not know how to make it good? He makes it too good, so drawn out it leaves Gabriel panting for release so long he forgot that hours ago he’d been screaming and writhing and relentlessly trying to buck him off. He makes Gabriel beg for it, beg for it to end not because he’s in pain or scared, but because he wants that sweet release. Asmodeus doesn’t give him what he wants until he’s satisfied that he’s pleased that little bit of Lucifer that lives inside of Gabriel, until he watches the bliss of pleasure with no other thought clouding his father’s thoughts. There’s only him. Its even better getting to watch that foggy cloud of sex haze fade from Gabriel’s eyes and watch the slow dawning horror of him coming to terms with the humiliation of what he’d just submitted to, and in that way, Asmodeus gets to watch that little bit of Lucifer inside Gabriel realise he had been subjugated in a way that was impossible to take back.

The next time, Asmodeus make it hurt. It happens suddenly, unpredictably, vicious and fast. It’s over so quickly it leaves Gabriel silent and shaking from the fear and the pain, still confused about what he did or said that set the demon off. The thing is, is that nothing set him off. Nothing made Admodeus want to do it. He just could. He could hurt Lucifer. Wanted to hurt Lucifer for all the things he had done to him, and it was becoming easy. God flinched at his touch. He didn’t even fight back that much anymore, didn’t have the strength to do so.

Lucifer was like a father to him, Gabriel like an extremely distant uncle he supposed. When the lines blur, Gabriel is his father and fit for punishing, Gabriel is his creator— his god— and should be revered and pleasured. Or maybe it’s the other way around, or maybe it doesn’t really matter at all.

There’s a little bit of Lucifer in Asmodeus, the bit that allows him to consume Gabriel’s grace and not burn from the inside out and erupt into a ball of flame. Lucifer had split his wrist and bled it into his mouth when he was a mortal boy, back when he was still stupid and naive enough to think he didn’t want Lucifer to dominate him, he had tried to fight Lucifer off of him while he screamed and cried because it burned, had tried to buck him off like Gabriel does now while Asmodeus holds him down. Gabriel can sense it sometimes when his grace has bloomed back enough, before Asmodeus thieves it from him again. He can feel the comfort of being near family lurking somewhere beneath the demon’s skin.

Asmodeus let’s him feel it sometimes when they fuck, relishes in the way Gabriel’s face and body soften instinctively, the way he holds tighter to his body like he could pull Lucifer to him and be saved.

The next time, while Asmodeus has Gabriel pinned to the ground, arms held above his head in a dim room so all he can see at all is the demon’s face, when he’s dragging that thick cock in and out of his tight and swollen little hole so gently that Gabriel might just drift off again into the bliss of it, he makes Gabriel call him Lucifer. Oh how Gabriel fought then… twisted and screamed, kicked his legs up at him to try and force Asmodeus off. No he wouldn’t do that, he wouldn’t sully his relationship to his brother like that, he wouldn’t let go of the one little comfort he could glean from this torture. No he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Asmodeus broke Gabriel hard over the next months, kept him so dry of grace, beaten and bloody. His wounds festered and went septic, still Asmodeus wouldn’t let him grow enough grace to heal. He always let him heal, because it gave him a fresh canvas to play with, but not this time. His fractures would start to heal wrong, and Asmodeus would shatter him again, and they’d heal worse. He became warped, his limbs protruded at skin, lumpy and mangled. He’d never known any agony like this, it’s like Asmodeus had been saving up all his worst methods for this moment right here. Months and months… to a whole year.

Asmodeus took him to bed that next year, and force fed Gabriel his grace and all Gabriel could feel was relief when he thrust into him. The warmth, the warmth of his body and the warmth of grace, the serenity of it, the holiness, and Lucifer. He wasn’t in his right mind, he hadn’t meant it the way Asmodeus interpreted it, but he’d moaned it all the same and that’s all that had mattered. He’d cried in the relief of his body becoming whole, what felt like safety, what had felt like his brother. With his back pressed to the warm softness of a real bed that rocked with the thrusting into him, Gabriel in tears, moans Lucifer’s name.

It’s the unraveling moment of them both. The moment that what little sanity they both clung to was lost. Gabriel was gone, a shadow of himself with nothing left to cling to, no comfort down here to be found and no hope left that he would ever go home, because he was far too dirty now for Heaven’s light. Lucifer wouldn’t save him, not for what he had done. Michael and Raphael definitely wouldn’t, oh they’d be so disgusted with him, they’d have to leave him right here where he belonged. Asmodeus too was lost, to his own delusions of grandeur. The line blurred too far, then stopped existing at all to them. It’s madness, plain and simple.

Asmodeus was full of grace, so he was Lucifer, he was Gabriel’s brother. Though still, sometimes Gabriel was Lucifer, sometimes Gabriel was even God. Gabriel was his father, his uncle, his god, his brother, his pet, and his love. All of them true simultaneously, to them at least.

Gabriel surrenders to it, because it’s the only comfort he gets here and making Asmodeus happy is better than making him angry. He holds him tight while Asmodeus sinks his teeth into his flesh and suckles the grace from his blood, closes his eyes and calls him Lucifer, and asks him so nicely to fuck him harder. It only further fuels the demon’s delusions. Asmodeus in his insanity further mimics his brother, until sometimes Gabriel wholeheartedly finds himself confused and more willing to spread his legs because he wants Lucifer to come fuck him, come make it all feel better. It’s not like either of them are ever leaving this cesspool of pain and misery. Gabriel doesn’t dream of leaving anymore, because it’s impossible, so all he dreams is Lucifer.

Asmodeus makes a point of feeding Gabriel back his grace to conflate the feeling of Heaven with the burn of his cock shoving into him raw and unprepared. He wears white while he does it, because Lucifer did it, and it helps with Gabriel’s reeducation. He makes a mockery of the purity of the color while he defiles an angel, just as Lucifer wore it as he made a mockery of God. But is it really defiling when he’s holy now too?

Gabriel is so special. His perfect little brother. The father that finally sees him and wants him and kneels at his feet and sucks his cock with a trained lax throat perfect for fucking, only now that Asmodeus has finally proved himself as something worthy and terrifying. So good, so well behaved. He can’t bear the thought of losing his angel. His skin itches at the thought that Gabriel would leave. So he makes sure to hurt him so bad he’d always be too terrified to try, but he always fucks him so nice now. To make Lucifer proud, to make his daddy come on his cock so hard he sees stars.

He just loves him so much. That was all he wanted. He just wanted Lucifer to love him like he loved his other brothers.

Now he does. At least, the little bit of Lucifer inside Gabriel loves Asmodeus, and the little bit of Lucifer inside Asmodeus loves Gabriel. That’s basically the same thing, it is to them anyway.

[dailymichifer]

[Archive] fuckyeahlucifersupernatural's fics

fuckyeahlucifer (or carvedwhalebones) is a writer who disappeared from ao3 with their much beloved +89 SPN fics (a lot of Samifer fics and other Lucifer-ships fics) Many have been lost forever, but not all of them, thanks to the Internet Archive.

Here are all the SPN fics I could find:

[Michifer] The Way We Are 'Michael imagines that if he were to sink his teeth into the forbidden fruit, it’d taste just like his little brother.'

[Michifer] Spitting Blood "Sometimes the calm before the storm is all you can hold onto."

[Michifer] Little Brother Michael discovers his punishment within the Cage and he's ready to make it end.

[Michifer] Yuanfen E. They were the founding fathers of physical intimacy and so much more. (bondage, collars)

[Samifer, Nick/Sam] The Devil Wears White "Have you ever confused a dream with a life?" Sam Winchester's been sent to a mental institute, claiming there are demons and angels. In there he makes an unhealthy alliance with a patient, Nick, who wants to keep Sam all to himself.

[Samifer] Snow Sam would do anything to see Dean again. (Season 7, self mutilation)

[Samifer] One True Vessel The patients near the ward mumble and murmur in fear of the one who prowls through the ward. They whisper of a ‘Lucifer’ looking for his ‘one true vessel'... (Sam, Lucifer, Nick)

[Samifer] A Little Piece of Heaven The incident with Gadreel and Dean leaves him more than just broken. Sam moves out of the bunker in search of his little piece of heaven. (Post Gadree, Hurt/Comfort)

[Samifer] Thicker Than Blood M. Who is he to deny his king? (Sam 'boy king of Hell' Winchester)

[Samifer] The Last Truth M. 'He’s broken and Lucifer is still staring at him as if he’s a gift — something to be mounted on a pedestal.' (Sam, Lucifer, Hallucifer, Gadreel, Angst/Comfort, Major character death)

[Samifer] Blood & Creation E. "Lucifer is the only one treated as Sam’s equal, his release from The Cage signifying the reign of Hell and the Era of The Boy King."

[Samifer & Ducifer] Common Ground Despite the favorable odds, Lucifer doesn’t share his first kiss on Earth with Sam Winchester.

[Anna/Lucifer] Lady Lazarus M. The common ground between them is stained heavily in blood. (Serial Killers au)

[Gabriel/Lucifer] Ugly Kind of Love E. "I'll show you an 'ugly kind of love.'" And he did. (Tags; Hammer of the Gods, Major character death, noncon)

Enjoy!

Edit (2023-03-04) 6 more fics!

[Samifer] Speaking in Tongues Sam tries to speak Enochian to Lucifer.

[Samifer] Guardian Angel Guardian Angel (n): An angel believed to have special affection for a particular individual.

[Samifer] Dog Days (chapter 1) God comes to Lucifer with a deal: If Sam accepts Lucifer for who he is (warts and all), he will win his freedom and be with his one true vessel. The catch is that he won't be able to converse with Sam due to being changed into a runt of a puppy.

[Samifer] Home Lucifer helps Sam find a sense of home in his room.

[Samifer] Little Birds Ch1 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6 Sam finds out that when angels are at their weakest, they become little birds.

[Anna Milton/Lucifer] What Devils Do Lucifer has been keeping an eye on Anna Milton for a while now, and it's only a matter of time until the tables turn and he's on top. Literally.

edit (2023-08-12) GREAT NEWS

As you may know, someone archived the entirety of AO3 a few years ago.

I downloaded their metadata file (index) and typing the pseudo "fuckyeahsupernatural" gave me 181 results. All 181 of their fics (SPN, Legion, Dishonored) have been saved and the epubs are in zip files that can be found here:

AO3_final_location : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

This is the hopefully final location for my archive of archiveofourown.org, AO3.The file naming conventions are:____update.zip= all the stor

I converted the index into a pdf: you can use it to find the location of each fic in the zip files. LINK -> EDIT better link HERE (spn fics only)

EDIT2: use this file to access the fics directly & download them

2026 EDIT

The AO3 Final Location Archive has been moved to AO3_Final_mirror, which means the links in the files are now dead. Use this archive instead (just change the part of the url that has the archive's name)

[lucipher]

your favorite Lucifer/angel ship

Michael/Lucifer ("And I still love him")

Raphael/Lucifer ("We just want it to be over")

Gabriel/Lucifer ("You learned all your tricks from me")

Archangel Polycule

Castiel/Lucifer ("What a peculiar thing you are")

Anna Milton/Lucifer (fallen duo 2)

Uriel/Lucifer ("He was punished for defending us. I believe in Him.")

Zachariah/Lucifer (why not lol)

Lucifer/your OC (live your truth)

Lucifer/Lucifer (selfcest is bestest)

Voting ended onFeb 13, 2023

[synesindri]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

rating: E words: 5322 relationships: Gabriel/Lucifer, minor Michael/Lucifer other tags: Depowered Lucifer, Depowered Gabriel, Apartmentverse, Vaginal Sex, Pussyjob, Recovery, Past Violence, Trauma, Sexual Content, First Time, Complicated Relationships, Agender Character, non-human gender and sexuality, Lucifer in a Female Vessel, Jealousy, Reconciliation status: complete

summary:

Her fingers are feather-light against his jaw where she tilts his face to her preferred angle, and she smells faintly of dirt from the garden she spends so much of her time in these days.

Soon, Gabriel is going to turn towards her and put his hand on her knee. But for just a second, it instead finds the scar on his own skin left behind from the blade she stuck in his gut only a few months ago.

[gallifreyansinger]

@silvaxus​ wrote a new sabrifer fic and I’m just 

Hole in one