#samifer drabble

[girlqvccn]

"I want to be inside you" Lucifer and Sam prompt

Drabble Prompt <3

        The tension in the room up until that very moment had been oh so palpable. Of course, anytime she was around the fallen archangel, her mind reeled as her body felt an equal merging apprehension, excitement, and calmness that no one and nothing else had even been able to make her feel. Hazel hues flicker between cerulean blue hues as the words reverberate against the walls, heart pounding in her chest as the echo over and over again, likened to a siren’s sweet seductive song. Yes, Lucifer had that kind of pull on her - though, she would never breathe life into such a radical confession. Oh no. Never. 

       Breath hitched in her throat as she watched him undo his pants, sitting down on the couch. Stunned into a momentary silence, she observed him - just admiring him, as if he were art - and in a way, however macabre, however twisted it really was, it was, just like art. Teeth clamp down with a level of nervousness on her bottom lip, brows twitching as he beckoned her over. Her body, more areas specially than others, quaked with both wanton desire and a level of fear she had not felt in a really long time, if ever. 

      The passion she felt for the Morningstar was unrivaled and certainly unfamiliar. It was enough to set the world ablaze if she were to ever allow it. Though, such reckoning could not be let loose. She decided that long ago. Oh no, only in the small, private space shared between the two of them. And then finally, she lets out that breath she seemed to have been holding for an eternity. Fingers go to her own pants, and quickly the article of clothing is discarded. Without tact, her shirt quickly follows suit, a sea of clothing created on the floor. Hooded eyes locked onto him as she approaches, and quickly, she straddled him. Shaky hands then find their way to either side of Lucifer’s head. 

      Her heart is pounding so quickly that she could feel it pulsating in her neck. Could he hear it? One could only wonder at the possibility. Her moist tongue then darts out to moisten her lips, suddenly dry in the wake of anticipation. “Okay,” She replied finally, the silence eradicated. Hands grasp, nails digging into the couch as she leans in to kiss him. The moment their lips collide, the candles in the room spontaneously ignite, and every lightbulb in the room burned bright - an almost supernatural iridescence. Nostrils flare as she lets out a deep, timely breath yet again. Hips hover over his erect shaft, and with his aid, she slowly guided herself down on him. She could hear his voice telling her to be easy, to take it slow - but the voice sounded so far away. 

         Nevertheless, she did as she was told. Just a little bit at a time. Groaning, her whole body trembled as he finally filled her to the hilt, adjusting accordingly every bit of the way. Then, she felt him jut his hips in her with a carnal roughness she had not expected and she nearly screamed. Her forehead fell against his, teeth clamping down on her lip to in some way or another attempt to keep her volume down. All the while, one by one, the bright light bulbs began to shatter, glass flying throughout the room but none coming close to either of them. This was the closest to magic that she had ever been - or ever wanted to be. 

[chokememrstark]

Do you want to do a samifer forest hiking/camping fluff thing? it could be au or whatever i just think it'd be cute your writing is really good btw I love it 💖

This was such a cute idea! I love camping XD I hope you like it, cupcake ♥ (And thank you very much, I’m so happy you enjoy my writing ^^)

First Time Camping

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Lucifer didn’t really know how to react when Sam suggested they go camping, but the other was so excited about the idea that he couldn’t say no. For almost a week Sam refused to talk about anything else, it was actually kind of amusing seeing him all over the place to organize everything. They drove for around two hours when the day finally came and arrived at a small lake late in the afternoon. To his surprise, no one else was around, so he asked Sam about it.

“I thought your first camping experience should not be destroyed by screaming children and lovesick couples,” Sam laughed.

“That’s very considerate of you.” Lucifer couldn’t hold back a smile.

Together, they quickly emptied the trunk of the car and searched for a good spot to stay at. Eventually, Sam decided on one near the lakefront and took a big, bulky looking thing out of their luggage. Lucifer watched him closely as he pulled out pieces of metal and a huge piece of plastic, not sure what Sam planned to do with it. The hunter caught his confused look, luckily, and smiled up at him.

“It’s a tent, don’t worry,” he laughed and held up one of the metal bars. “Care to help me set it up?”

“If I make a fool of myself, it’s your fault.”

Sam couldn’t hold in another laugh, but he promised he’d take all the blame. It took them about thirty minutes to assemble everything, but finally, they stood in front of a decent looking tent. Sam put the two roll-up mattresses he brought along into the tent, too, then stood back and smiled.

“I haven’t slept in one of those in ages, but I’m sure you’ll like it.”

“I trust you on this,” Lucifer smiled. “And now?”

“Now we make something to eat.”

Sam dragged Lucifer to the group of trees a little away and together they collected branches and sticks for a fire Sam wanted to make. Once it burned, they sat down besides it and Sam brought out Marshmallows and other things they could grill over the fire. Lucifer had to admit that this was really nice. They were the only campers around and apart from the crackling of the fire, only nature around them made any sounds and Lucifer enjoyed himself a lot.

When it got dark, Sam convinced Lucifer to go swim in the lake, just because it would be fun, he said. It was fun, there was no doubt about that, but Lucifer had more fun pulling Sam underwater suddenly than actually swim, like the hunter did. Sam’s surprised screeching and laughter that followed was hilarious, but he wasn’t mad at all. Sam repaid Lucifer by jumping on his back, making him losing balance and fall face forward into the lake. They probably scared every living thing in the area away, but they didn’t care at all. This was such a rare experience, they simply enjoyed it without thinking much.

After both Sam and Lucifer had enough of screaming and drowning each other, they fell into the grass on the lakefront, still laughing and completely happy. They stayed there for a while, watching the stars above them and just enjoying the silence and each other’s company. Lucifer didn’t think it would be this nice to go camping, but he had been wrong with that. Eventually, when midnight had come and passed, the two retreated to their tent.

Lucifer had to fight a lot with the big sleeping bag Sam wanted to sleep in and after a while simply draped it over them both and pulled Sam closer to himself, so he would be covered.

“You’re unbelievable, Lucifer,” Sam chuckled, but he didn’t mind sleeping this way at all. He nuzzled closer to the other until he found a comfortable position, and eventually sighed. “I had a lot of fun today, thank you for coming with me.”

“No, thank you for suggesting this,” Lucifer smiled and kissed Sam’s forehead gently. “I can’t remember the last time I felt so happy and it’s all because of you.”

“I’m glad you agreed,” Sam sighed. “I’m almost sad we have to leave again.”

“Oh, Sammy,” Lucifer chuckled and brushed a hand through the hunter’s hair tenderly. “We can make trips like this whenever you like, I promise. And now try to sleep, you need it.”

“I’d love to do this again,” Sam yawned and finally closed his eyes.

Sam quickly drifted away to sleep, but Lucifer stayed awake a little longer. It was dark, but he could see Sam in his arms just fine and he found it very calming to watch the hunter all relaxed and content like this. Before he eventually closed his own eyes, he kissed Sam’s head again, whispering a quiet ‘I love you, Sam’.

[heavnofhell]

Love Like Winter

(Inspired by this aesthetic made by @devil-in-a-winchester )

“Quit laughing!” 

“I’m not.”

“I can hear you smiling from over here.”

“...that’s not possible.” 

“Are you sure? Because our bond transcends the metaphysical.”

“Sam.... Are you mocking me?” 

“Me? Of course not! I wouldn’t dare to mock the great Morning Star.” 

“...”

“What was that?”

“Oops.”

“Oops? Lucifer! Did you just knock over my hot cocoa?!?” 

“You should have predicted that would happen. Metaphysically.” 

The hunter heaved a sigh of frustration, gripping the wall to steady himself, and turning around to glare back at the archangel, who happened to be standing oh-so-innocently next to a puddle of what had been Sam’s drink. After a short stare-down, the hunter sighed again, this time with a small, apologetic shake of his head. 

“Look - I’m sorry. I’m just...”

“Frustrated?” Lucifer tilted his head to the side, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked to the man sympathetically. 

“Yes. Very. Frustrated. Why are you so good at this, and I’m so... not?” Lucifer smiled gently, shaking his head and pushing himself away from the wall, skating toward Sam with effortless grace. 

“Maybe because I’m lower to the ground?” Lucifer laughed quietly at the dramatic eye-roll the comment earned him, coming to a stop just in front of the hunter. “Or... maybe it’s because we’re meant to help one another.” He raised his brows, his smile warm and patient as he held out his hands toward his other half. 

Sam stared back at the cool blue eyes questioningly for a moment, before his dubious expression melted into one of amusement and gratitude. He shook his head, looking down and placing his gloved hands into Lucifer’s own. The archangel’s smile brightened, and he moved backward on his skates, giving Sam a gentle tug toward him. 

“Woah! Hold on! Luce!” 

“I’ve got you, Sam.” Lucifer chuckled again, his movements slow and steady as he guided the hunter - Sam’s own legs wobbling beneath him like those of a newborn fawn. As the man began to get his footing, Lucifer picked up speed, pulling him along faster. 

“Hey! I think I’m getting it!” Sam’s deep voice was filled with an almost childlike giddiness, his eyes staring down at the ice, his lips pressed together in concentration. 

“You certainly are.” The slow drawl was laden with mischief, and Sam’s hazel eyes instantly shot back up to the glacier blues of the archangel. 

“Lucifer -” His tone was filled with warning, but was only met with a feigned look of exaggerated innocence, before the archangel was removing his hands from Sam’s, putting some distance between them and watching closely as the hunter began immediately flailing his arms. 

“Lucifer!” He wobbled about for a moment, before managing to find his balance, straightening his bent torso and moving his feet in little, near-shuffling motions. Lucifer continued to look on as the man moved further away, his eyes lighting up with pride. 

“I think I’ve got the hang of thi -” Before he could finish the sentence, Sam’s skate hit a small divot in the ice, his arms coming up again as his body lurched forward - crashing right into the soft fabric of Lucifer’s jacket. He looked up in mild panic, glancing around the rink to see if anyone else had been watching, before looking back up to the archangel. 

“Lucifer, someone could have seen you.” He spoke in a hushed whisper, glancing around again for good measure. 

“They didn’t.” The archangel continued to smile down at the man clinging to him, helping to pull him back into an upright position. With a defeated sigh, Sam moved his hands, once more taking Lucifer’s into his grip. 

“Let’s head back. It’s gonna be dark, soon.” He began to move shakily, smiling when Lucifer shifted to wrap an arm around his waist, offering him support as they moved slowly toward the edge of the ice. 

“You’ll get it, Sam. We’ll try again tomorrow.” 

“I’m still the better swimmer.”

“Unquestionably.” 

“...and you owe me another hot cocoa.” 

[unhealthycodependency]

He looked so frail. Like some creature had sucked the soul out of him. He used to have honey skin that Lucifer would trace with his lips. He used to have a broad body, solid muscle that would quiver under his lover's touch. He used to have long, lucious hair that he constantly messed with. He used to have bright, intelligent eyes; constantly observing, taking mental notes. They seemed brightest when around Lucifer. Now he was frail and his skin became paler due to the lack of sun. Tubes seemed to suffocate him like living vines, so many all over him. Eyes were dull, but... They still held a certain light about them. Lucifer's grace was taken by his father and he became human. He seethed with internal rage. He wouldn't be able to save his Sam. "Hey," Sam said, voice wet and scratchy. He had just woken up, smiling softly. Weakly. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Lucifer asked, leaning forward to pet the other's hair back. He seemed feverish. "I'm--" he stopped to cough, "--okay." When he saw the doubt in Lucifer's eyes he friend. "Really. I am." "I wish I could help somehow," Luci sighed and grasped his lover's hand. "We'll figure something out." They both knew they wouldn't.

[goldeneyedchaos]

Stockholm Syndrome|| Samifer Drabble || Gabrieldiedforoursins

He said yes. Sam let Lucifer ride his ass, control him. It made the hunter sick.

The only redeeming factor was that he overpowered the Devil long enough to throw himself into the cage with Michael, stopping the Apocalypse.

Sam hated it. His mind and body was in constant agony. But when Michael and Lucifer weren't busy trying to rip each other to shreds, Lucifer tended to the physical wounds that Sam sustained. He whispered apologies and left mental caresses. They were nice enough, but the calm never lasted. As soon as Sam felt a miniscule amount of his hatred ebb, the fighting started again and he screamed as he was nearly torn limb from limb. Then the Devil was back, talking to him, healing him. And Sam grew used to it. The process continued to the point that he looked forward to Lucifer's touches, anticipated his voice. It lasted for what felt like years. The touches, the whispers. And then he was out. Mostly.

Sam had a piece missing, but it was fine for him. At night though, after a hunt, he longed for the soothing feeling and soft voice. Months later, it all returned. Every tear, every gouge, every attack. Sam felt like he was back in the pit. Nightmares like no other. He could barely make it through the night. Then the hallucinations started. Sam would lie awake at night, and Lucifer would visit. It started off simple enough. A whisper about how much he missed Sam, a touch to 'heal' aches and pains. And Sam continued to deteriorate.

Dean noticed something was going on, but Sam dodged every question. He dismissed it as stress and nightmares, and when he paired it with his doe eyes, Dean swallowed it without complaint.

The hallucinations grew stronger, and Lucifer was a constant companion. His touches grew more bold, seeming like those of a long time lover. And, if Sam's brother wasn't paying attention, Sam would reciprocate. His relationship with the Devil grew for months.

Dean finally caught on though. One night when he returned to their motel room, he opened the door to find Sam talking to thin air. The brothers argued about the situation. Dean insisted that it was a dangerous relationship based on forced feelings, Stockholm syndrome. Not to mention that Lucifer was still in the cage. Sam resisted. He didn't care about how he had been used. He loved the hellish angel. But his brother persisted, and a nub of doubt began to develop. Did hal-lucifer really care? Did he love him? And the Devil said he did. But when asked if he'd leave Sam's mind, Lucifer grew angry. Sam said he loved him, but wanted him gone? That's how Sam showed his thanks? But he complied, leaving Sam's thoughts.

Weeks wore on with no sign of Lucifer. Sam was thankful, but he missed the presence of someone else. His mind was lonely. But Dean was glad. His little brother was free. He wasn't mentally captive to a vanquished enemy. Without Lucifer in his head, Sam could heal. He could live again.

[goldeneyedchaos]

I'll post the Drabble tomorrow, as I left my notebook in the livingroom, and I'm all comfy in bed. I will post it though. I promise. (I'm rather proud of it.)