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At Mid Winter ~ Part 11

RadioApple❄️Human Au/Age Gap✨Top!Dom!Alastor

✨Divorced Dad!Lucifer❄️Explicit~

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Eleven ribbons binding.

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The fireplace crackled, casting a warm glow across Lucifer's private suite.

Alastor could feel the heat of Lucifer's body, mere inches from his own, their breaths intermingling in the intimate space between them. Lucifer's golden hair glowed in the firelight, his tired eyes finally seeming to calm.

The blanket draped over them trapped their shared body heat, creating a cocoon of comfort.

"You seem more relaxed," Alastor murmured, his lips brushing Lucifer's ear.

Lucifer hummed contentedly, shifting to press even closer.

The temperature rose steadily, beads of sweat forming on their brows as Lucifer's fingers traced idle patterns on his arm.

"It's getting rather warm, isn't it?" Lucifer murmured.

Alastor nodded, shrugging off his jacket.

The older man followed suit, their shirts soon joining the discarded garments.

Skin brushed against skin, igniting sparks of electricity between them.

"Feeling better than just 'a little,' I'd bet," Alastor teased, trailing a finger down Lucifer's chest.

Lucifer's cheeks flushed pink. "You…you make me feel better," he admitted softly. "But we don't have to—"

"Have I ever offered you anything that I didn’t want to do?" Alastor purred. Just to see Lucifer blush.

“No.”

“Exactly.”

"Oh, wait, I have something for you," the blonde said, suddenly bright as he wriggled free and reached for his suit coat.

Alastor's body tensed immediately, his mind racing ahead of what could be hidden in an inner pocket.

The little velvet box. It couldn't be. He'd sworn it was still tucked away in Lucifer's suitcase. They weren't ready for that step, were they?

"Oh?" Alastor managed, trying to keep his voice steady. "A surprise, darling?"

Lucifer nodded, a devilish little smile playing at his lips. "I hope you'll like it."

Alastor's heart pounded. He wasn't prepared for this. They'd barely begun exploring their relationship.

A proposal now would be premature, overwhelming.

But saying no…could ruin everything.

"Though you know how I feel about surprises." the brunette kept his tone carefully neutral. He adjusted his glasses, a nervous habit he thought he'd long overcome.

"I do. But I couldn't resist this one." Lucifer chuckled softly. “C’mon sweetheart, stand up.”

The brunette nearly stumbled as he got to his feet, hoping he could blame it on the tangle of clothing and blankets.

Alastor's gaze flickered to Lucifer's hidden hand, trying to gauge the size of whatever he was concealing.

Too large for a ring box, perhaps?

Hopefully.

"Well," Alastor said, forcing a playful smirk even as his arms folded over his dark undershirt, "don't keep me in suspense, darling. What have you got there?"

Lucifer's eyes danced with mirth as he revealed a small sprig of real mistletoe from behind his back. "Ta-da!" he announced with a playful flourish.

A wave of relief washed over Alastor, his tense muscles relaxing.

Not a proposal, after all.

He let out a barely audible sigh, disguising it as a chuckle.

"Mistletoe? How delightfully festive of you, darling."

Lucifer beamed, clearly pleased with himself.

He attempted to raise the sprig above their heads but fell short, his 5'6" frame no match for Alastor's towering height.

Alastor couldn't resist the opportunity to tease. "My, my, having some trouble there? Perhaps we should fetch you a stepladder?"

A blush crept across Lucifer's cheeks, his gold-flecked eyes narrowing in mock indignation. "I'll have you know I can reach just fine, thank you very much."

"Of course you can, love," Alastor purred, his voice dripping with affectionate sarcasm. He plucked the mistletoe from Lucifer's grasp. "But why don’t you allow me?"

Holding the sprig high above their heads, Alastor gazed down at Lucifer.

The firelight cast a warm glow on his partner's face, softening the worry lines that had become all too familiar lately. Alastor's heart swelled with tenderness.

"Well?" Lucifer murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Aren't you going to kiss me?"

Alastor's lips curved into a genuine smile. "How could I refuse such a tempting offer?"

He leaned down, closing the distance between them.

Their lips met in a kiss that started soft and sweet but quickly deepened.

Alastor savored the warmth of Lucifer's body pressed against his, the faint taste of peppermint on his breath.

For a moment, all his carefully maintained control slipped away, replaced by a surge of pure affection. Adoration.

And the wild, fleeting thought…that maybe a proposal wasn’t the idea in the world.

As they parted, Lucifer's eyes fluttered open.

"Alastor…you really don’t like surprises, do you?."

Alastor's fingers twitched.

"I simply prefer…order, my dear. The unexpected can be…unsettling."

"But life is full of surprises," Lucifer countered, his brow furrowing. "Surely you can't plan for everything?"

A dry chuckle escaped Alastor's lips.

"Oh, but I can certainly try. Control is… comforting. It allows one to navigate the world with precision and purpose."

Lucifer's eyes softened with understanding. "And you need that comfort, don't you? That sense of control?"

Alastor paused, weighing his words carefully.

"Yes. But speaking of surprises…" His trademark smirk returned, eyes glinting with mischief. "I had one for you tonight, darling."

Alastor reached into his bag, his long fingers emerging with a length of crimson satin ribbon. It unfurled gracefully, catching the warm light of the suite.

Lucifer's eyes widened, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "I knew about the blindfold, but…"

His words trailed off as Alastor produced more ribbons, longer and wider, from the depths of his bag

"Ah, a scarf trick," Lucifer chuckled, belying the tinge of anticipation. "Though I suspect your plans are far more…intricate."

Alastor's smile widened, predatory and fond all at once. "Oh, you have no idea, my dear," he purred, stepping closer.

With a fluid motion, he draped the ribbon around Lucifer's bare shoulders, using it to pull him flush against the younger’s lithe body.

Lucifer's hands instinctively came to rest on Alastor's hips, his breath quickening.

"And what exactly do you have in mind?"

Alastor leaned in, his lips brushing against Lucifer's ear. "You, darling," he whispered, his voice rich with promise, "are my present tonight. All tide up in ribbons, just for me."

A shiver ran down Lucifer's spine, equal parts excitement coursing through him.

He swallowed hard, acutely aware of Alastor's commanding presence and his own growing desire to yield to it.

He had a feeling he wouldn’t be anything near bratty tonight.

The satin ribbon slithered across Lucifer's skin, tracing a teasing path down his chest as Alastor slowly unbuttoned his slacks. The crackling fire cast a warm glow on their bodies.

"Do you remember, Lucifer?" Alastor murmured, his fingers deftly working the button and zip. "That night in autumn, the flames dancing just like this?"

"How could I forget?" Lucifer's breath hitched. "You made me feel alive again."

Alastor's eyes sparkled behind his glasses. "And tonight, I intend to do so much more."

Alastor pushed the pants from Lucifer's hips, letting them pool at his feet. The ribbon glided over Lucifer's exposed skin, eliciting a soft gasp.

"Sensitive, aren't we?" Alastor chuckled, beginning to weave the ribbon around Lucifer's torso in an intricate pattern. He drew it teasingly up along his thigh, just skirting the blonde’s crotch.

“Right now,” Lucifer shivered, both from the cool silk against his warm skin and the intensity of Alastor's gaze. “…very.”

Alastor's movements were deliberate, each pass of the ribbon a caress that left Lucifer fluttering.

"Turn around," he commanded softly.

Lucifer complied, his heart racing as Alastor gently guided his arms behind his back. The ribbon wound up his arms and criss-crossed his chest—and though he couldn’t see behind his back, he could feel the lattice weave down his arms. Until Alastor tied a bow at his wrists.

"How does that feel?" Alastor asked, his breath warm against Lucifer's neck.

Lucifer tested the bonds, a mix of excitement and trepidation washing over him. Arms behind his back, bound from shoulder to wrists. Completely at Alastor’s mercy.

"Like I’m…subby already.” The older man admitted, a flush creeping up his neck.

"Very good boy. " Alastor supplied, running his hands down Lucifer's arms.

The blonde leaned back into the caress and the praise at once, craving it like the heat of the fire after their dance in the snow. Alastor pressed a tender kiss to Lucifer's shoulder.

“You know well, I take excellent care of my presents.” he promised, his voice low and full of desire.

He gestured towards the mirror, no doubt proud of his work—and Lucifer could see why.

The red satin was woven beautifully up his arms and tied in a bow at his wrist. It was sophisticated but deceptively simple, and looked rather like a corset, in Lucifer’s mind.

"Of course you know how to tie fancy knots." Lucifer chuckled softly, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Alastor's hands paused, already teasing with his next red ribbon. "What does that mean?" A note of curiosity was in his smooth tone.

Lucifer turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of Alastor's raised eyebrow.

"Well, it's elegant and meticulous," he shrugged, feeling the satin tug. "Just like you."

A small smile played at the corners of Alastor's lips. "I'll take that as a compliment."

As Alastor's fingers danced across his skin. The fire crackled softly in the background, casting a warm glow over their intertwined forms.

"Now," Alastor said, his voice low and measured, "the next tie requires a bit more…flexibility. Are you ready for that, my dear?"

Lucifer swallowed hard, his heart racing. He thought about how far he'd come since meeting Alastor, how much he'd grown to trust this man.

"Yes," he breathed, surprising himself with the steadiness in his voice. "I'm ready."

Alastor hummed gently, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of Lucifer's neck. "Remember, your comfort is paramount."

As Alastor began to guide him into position on the fur rug, Lucifer closed his eyes, focusing on the trust he felt for this man.

He was pushing his boundaries, yes, but he knew, without a doubt, that he was safe in Alastor's capable hands.

Lucifer's breath hitched as Alastor eased his first leg into the tight frog tie. He watched with fascination as Alastor drew the ribbon in half, pulling the loop around his ankle, pulling it taut until Lucifer’s heel was pressed to his thigh.

The strain in his muscles was immediate, a burning stretch that made him wince.

"Easy now," Alastor murmured, his fingers ghosting over Lucifer's leg. "Color?"

"Yellow…no red, I can’t," Lucifer admitted, his voice tight. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment in himself. "I'm sorry, I thought I could—"

"Shh," Alastor soothed, pressing a gentle kiss to Lucifer's temple as he loosed the red ribbon. "You're doing wonderfully, darling. We just need to practice your stretches more often."

Lucifer nodded, focusing on Alastor's calming presence. He couldn’t help but feel he’d let down his Dom—but those long fingers were tracing soothing patterns on his skin, easing the strain.

"How about we try a different bind," Alastor said softly, running a hand through Lucifer's tousled blond hair. "With your legs together?"

The older man nodded mutely.

Alastor's smile was evident in his voice. "Excellent. Now, let's finish making you into the perfect gift, shall we?"

With deft movements, Alastor bound Lucifer's legs, bent and pressed together in that same corset-like weave, the red satin ribbon a stark contrast against his pale skin.

Lucifer felt utterly helpless, completely at Alastor's mercy—and found, not to his surprise, that he loved it.

"That's it," Alastor praised, his voice rich with admiration. "You're so beautiful like this, Lucifer."

The words washed over Lucifer, warming him from the inside out. He felt himself relaxing incrementally, surrendering to Alastor's care.

Alastor stood back, his hazel eyes darkening as they raked over Lucifer's bound form. The intensity of his gaze made Lucifer's breath catch in his throat.

"Oh, angel," Alastor breathed, his gaze traveling over Lucifer's bound form. "You have no idea how exquisite you look right now."

A whine escaped Lucifer's lips, vulnerability and arousal crashing through him. He felt exposed, yet cherished, under Alastor's extolling stare.

"Wrapped up like a Christmas present before the hearth," Alastor continued, tracing a finger along the ribbon adorning Lucifer's chest, "it's breathtaking."

Lucifer's heart raced, his skin tingling where Alastor touched. "What…what happens now?"

A slow, teasing smile spread across Alastor's face. "Now? Well, I could simply keep you like this for a while. Admire my handiwork."

"Alastor," Lucifer breathed, squirming against his bonds.

Alastor chuckled, the sound making all of his exposed skin tingle—he noted, with some relief, that his cock wasn’t bound. He hoped for a reason.

"So impatient," he teased, his hands moving to Lucifer's hips. "But since you whine so prettily."

With a swift movement, Alastor maneuvered him onto his stomach. Lucifer utterly helpless to stop him as he moved to straddle the bound man's legs. Lucifer gasped at the sudden shift, his mind reeling.

His thoughts were interrupted as Alastor's fingers found their way between his cheek, slickly teasing at his hole, causing Lucifer to arch into the touch.

His bound hands flexed. But he couldn’t do a damn thing.

“Oh…” Alastor purred, his voice lower than Lucifer had ever heard it. “I think I’m going to like this. Very much.”

The plush rug beneath Lucifer's cheek was a sharp contrast to the heat of the fire warming his exposed skin.

Lucifer should have known then, that his lover was about to take his sweet, agonizing time.

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He didn’t know how long it had been as whimpered softly, his face pressed into the soft fibers, hands and legs bound securely behind him. The position left him utterly helpless.

"A-Alastor," Lucifer gasped, his voice muffled against the rug. He tugged futilely at his bonds, desperate to touch, to rut against the rug, to buck back against those fingers. Anything.

Behind him, Alastor's low chuckle sent shivers down Lucifer's spine. "Patience, darling," he purred, his fingers teasing along the cleft of Lucifer's ass. "We have all night."

Lucifer bit his lip, suppressing a moan as Alastor's slick fingers pulled out of him and circled his entrance. The gentle, persistent pressure was maddening.

"You're doing so well," Alastor murmured, slowly working a finger inside. "So beautiful like this, trussed up for me."

The praise sent a flush of heat through Lucifer's body.

He turned his head, catching a glimpse of Alastor's intense gaze. The raw desire he saw there made his breath catch.

"Please," Lucifer whispered, his voice cracking with need. "I…need to be fucked."

Alastor paused, his free hand stroking soothingly along Lucifer's side. "Oh?" he asked, a hint of surprise in his tone. "And here I thought you were enjoying being my helpless little gift."

"I am, it's just…I want to be closer. To see you. Please, Alastor."

He held his breath, waiting for Alastor's response, acutely aware of how much he'd opened himself up in that moment.

Alastor's fingers stilled, and Lucifer felt the weight of his gaze.

A moment of silence stretched between them, broken only by the crackling of the fire.

"Color?" Alastor asked, his voice soft but firm.

Lucifer's heart swelled at the care in that simple question.

"Green," he replied without hesitation. "It's green. I just…I want to look at you, even if we're not—even if you don’t fuck me."

A gravelly chuckle rumbled through Alastor's chest.

"My, my. Aren't we needy tonight?" His tone was teasing, but Lucifer could hear the affection beneath it.

"You'll have to wait for me to retie you," Alastor continued, his fingers trailing lightly over Lucifer's bound arms. "Can you be patient for me?"

Lucifer nodded eagerly, then realized Alastor might not be able to see. "Yes," he breathed. "Yes, I can wait."

"Good boy," Alastor purred, and Lucifer felt himself melt at the praise.

Alastor's fingers danced along the intricate knots, slowly unraveling his previous work. The satin ribbons slithered across Lucifer's skin as they came undone, each brush of fabric against flesh sending shivers through his body.

Lucifer fought to remain still.

“There we are," Alastor murmured, his voice low and soothing as the last of the bindings fell away. "Now, let's see about getting you into a more…accommodating position."

With gentle but firm hands, Alastor guided Lucifer onto his back.

The plush rug beneath him was a stark contrast to the heat of his flushed skin. Lucifer gazed up at Alastor, drinking in the sight of his lover silhouetted against the flickering firelight.

"Give me your hand," Alastor instructed softly, and Lucifer complied without hesitation.

The ribbon whispered across his skin as Alastor began the process of the crab tie.

He started with Lucifer's right wrist, wrapping the satin around it in a series of precise, snug loops. The material was cool against Lucifer's heated flesh, a constant reminder.

Alastor worked methodically, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

He guided Lucifer's arm down, bending it at the elbow until his wrist rested against his upper thigh. With deft fingers, he secured the wrist in place, weaving the ribbon around Lucifer's thigh in an to bind it.

"How does that feel?" Alastor asked, his hazel eyes dark with desire as they met Lucifer's.

"Good," Lucifer breathed, testing the bonds. They were snug but not uncomfortable, holding him firmly in place. "Very good."

A pleased smile curved Alastor's lips. "Excellent. Now for the other side."

He repeated the process on Lucifer's left side, each touch and twist of the ribbon heightening Lucifer's anticipation.

This tie gave him more movement, but just barely.

All Lucifer could do…was spread himself wide for Alastor.

As the brunette worked, he peppered Lucifer's skin with feather-light kisses and teasing caresses.

A brush of lips against his inner thigh. A ghost of fingers along his ribs. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through Lucifer's body, building the tension coiling low in his belly.

"Almost done," Alastor murmured, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear. "You're being so good for me, darling. So patient."

The praise sent a fresh wave of want through Lucifer. He moaned softly, straining against the bonds in a futile attempt to press closer to Alastor.

"There we are," Alastor murmured, his voice low and rich. "Open up for me, like a gift waiting to be played with."

Lucifer tugged experimentally at the new bonds, feeling the satin ribbons bite gently into his skin.

The crab tie left him utterly exposed, arms bound to his knees and legs splayed open.

Vulnerable. On display.

A flicker of doubt crept into his mind—a shell of a man.

Stripped bare, trussed up like some plaything?

The firelight cast dancing shadows across his body, highlighting every imperfection. The softness of his belly, the slight tremor in his thighs as they refused to part fully.

"Second thoughts, darling?" Alastor's voice cut through Lucifer's spiraling thoughts, low and rich with concern.

Lucifer swallowed hard, unable to meet Alastor's gaze.

"I…it's nothing," he mumbled, face flushing with shame.

"Now, now," Alastor chided gently, his long fingers tracing along Lucifer's inner thigh. "None of that. You're my present, remember? And what an exquisite gift you are.

His touch was reverent, worshipful even, as he explored Lucifer's bound form.

"So beautiful," Alastor murmured, pressing a kiss to Lucifer's knee. "Every inch of you, a masterpiece."

Lucifer's breath caught in his throat, Alastor's praise washing over him like a balm.

"That's it," Alastor encouraged, his hazel eyes dark with desire as they raked over Lucifer's body. "Open up for me, darling. Let me see all of you."

Hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence, Lucifer relaxed into the pose.

He pulled his legs further apart, offering himself completely to Alastor's hungry gaze.

His soft thighs quivered slightly with the effort, his belly rising and falling with each shaky breath.

His cock lay hard and aching against his stomach, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. And his hole clenched and fluttered, still slick and open for Alastor.

"Oh, Lucifer," Alastor breathed, his voice thick with want. "You have no idea how excited I am about my gift. So perfect, so eager to please."

A deep blush spread across Lucifer's cheeks and down his chest at the praise.

He felt more than desired. Like he was whole again.

Alastor's nimble fingers selected another length of crimson ribbon, shorter and thinner than the rest.

“You’re not going to—”

Alastor caught his eye, with a smirk. “Yes, I am.”

With agonizing slowness, he wrapped it around the base of Lucifer's cock, forming an intricate bow.

"There," Alastor purred, admiring his handiwork. "Now you're truly gift-wrapped and ready to be savored."

Lucifer didn’t think he had any blood left in his body, between his blush and how impossibly hard he was.

The ribbon wasn’t tight. They weren’t using it as a cock ring.

It was purely for Alastor’s eyes to devour him.

"You're perfect like this. But if it becomes uncomfortable, you tell me immediately. Understood?"

Lucifer nodded, leaning into the touch. "Yes, I understand."

The anticipation built as Alastor positioned himself between Lucifer's spread legs.

"Ready?" Alastor asked, his usually playful tone now laced with tenderness.

"Please," Lucifer whispered, the single word carrying all his need and trust.

Alastor cock pushed into him slowly, and Lucifer gasped at the sensation. The feeling of fullness, of connection, was overwhelming.

He instinctively tried to reach for Alastor, to pull him closer, but the ribbons held firm, reminding him of his helplessness.

"Oh," Lucifer breathed, eyes wide as he looked up at Alastor. "I…I can't…"

"That's right, angel. You're completely at my mercy. How does it feel?"

Lucifer struggled to find the words, the emotions and sensations threatening to overwhelm him.

"So much. But good. So good."

Alastor began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Each thrust was measured, calculated to drive Lucifer to the brink of madness without pushing him over.

The firelight cast dancing shadows across their bodies, highlighting the sheen of sweat on Alastor's brow as he focused intently on his task.

Lucifer gasped, his head falling back against the plush rug.

The feeling of Alastor inside him, coupled with his inability to move, was exquisite torture.

He could feel every inch of Alastor's cock as it slid in and out, the drag against his inner walls sending sparks of pleasure through his body.

"A-Alastor," Lucifer bleated, straining against his bonds. His fingers flexed uselessly, desperate to touch, to pull Alastor closer.

But Alastor remained just out of reach, hovering above him like some tantalizingly beautiful mirage.

His hazel eyes, dark with desire, locked onto Lucifer's face, drinking in every twitch and gasp.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against Lucifer's forehead in a feather-light kiss.

Lucifer arched up, trying to capture those lips with his own, but Alastor pulled back just enough to deny him.

A frustrated whine escaped Lucifer's throat as Alastor's cock brushed against his prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. His own cock lay neglected against his stomach, aching for attention. More than a damn ribbon could do.

He continued his torturously slow pace, each plunge precise and controlled.

Lucifer squirmed beneath him, trying desperately to meet Alastor's movements, to create more friction, more pressure.

But the ribbons held firm, keeping him spread open and vulnerable.

Alastor dipped his head again, this time pressing a soft kiss to Lucifer's cheek. His breath was warm against Lucifer's skin as he whispered,

"You're so beautiful like this, all bound up for me. My perfect Christmas present."

Lucifer turned his head, seeking Alastor's mouth, but once again, the brunette pulled back just enough to deny him.

The retraction only fueled Lucifer's desire, making him ache for more.

The fire crackled in the background, its warmth adding to the heat building between their bodies. Sweat glistened on Lucifer's skin, making the satin ribbons cling to him even more.

"Alastor, please," Lucifer pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. "I need to touch you. Just. Please."

Alastor paused, considering the request.

His hazel eyes, usually sharp with mischief, softened behind his round glasses. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he murmured, reaching down to untie Lucifer's right hand.

The moment his wrist was free, Lucifer's hand shot up, grasping at Alastor's shoulder. His fingers dug into the warm brown skin, pulling Alastor closer with an urgency that surprised them both.

Lucifer's newly freed leg wrapped around Alastor's waist, drawing him in deeper.

"Better?" Alastor asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Lucifer nodded frantically, his golden hair mussed against the plush rug.

"Yes, thank you, thank you," he breathed, relishing the ability to finally touch, to hold.

Alastor began to move, setting a confoundingly slow rhythm. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, drawing out soft gasps from Lucifer.

"Faster," Lucifer urged, his hand sliding up to tangle in Alastor's dark curls.

Alastor chuckled, the sound low and rich.

"I'm not about to be rushed just because you're clutching at me."

Lucifer whined in frustration, his gold-flecked eyes darting around desperately. Suddenly, he spotted the forgotten sprig of mistletoe just above his head. With a surge of determination, he stretched his arm out, snatching it up.

"What are you—" Alastor began, but stopped short as Lucifer held the mistletoe between them.

"Kiss me," Lucifer demanded softly. "I want…I need…"

A rare, genuine smile spread across Alastor's face, touched by the gesture.

"Oh, Lucifer," he murmured, leaning down. "You needn't use mistletoe for that."

Their lips met in a deep, tender kiss, as Alastor continued his slow, steady rhythm. Lucifer melted into it.

Alastor's free hand trailed down Lucifer's side, coming to rest on his hip. With a gentle tug, he pulled Lucifer closer, plunging his cock deeper.

Lucifer gasped against Alastor's lips, his body trembling.

"Alastor," Lucifer whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. "Please…I need…"

Without a word, he reached down, deftly untying Lucifer's other hand.

The moment he was free, Lucifer wrapped both arms around Alastor, pulling him flush against his body.

"There you are," Alastor murmured, nuzzling into Lucifer's neck. "My beautiful, precious gift."

Lucifer whimpered.

The red ribbons dangled from his wrists and thighs, a sensual reminder.

He clung to Alastor, savoring every point of contact between them.

"You make me feel like this," Lucifer admitted, his words barely audible.

Alastor's rhythm remained unhurried, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through Lucifer's body.

"You deserve to feel cherished, darling. Let me show you how much you mean to me."

As they moved together, Lucifer felt a gradual build of tension, a slow-burning fire threatening to consume him.

He gazed up at Alastor, marveling at the tenderness in those hazel eyes.

"I'm close," Lucifer breathed, his fingers digging into Alastor's shoulders.

Alastor nodded, his own breath coming faster. "I believe you aren’t the only one.”

Fuck, the effect he was having on Alastor. Somehow, it always managed to surprise and thrill him. That he could make this gorgeous man slip his control.

Slowly, he’d been breaking through Alastor’s walls.

“Stay with me.”

With a soft cry, Alastor ducked his head and surrendered to his own pleasure. Lucifer followed him over the edge. Clinging to each other.

As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Alastor carefully eased them both onto their sides.

The fire had died down to glowing embers, casting a warm, golden light across their intertwined bodies.

Outside, snow fell silently, muffling the world beyond their intimate cocoon.

Lucifer nestled closer, his head tucked under Alastor's chin. The red ribbons tangled around them, a vibrant contrast against their skin. He felt utterly safe, cherished, and at peace.

"Thank you," Lucifer murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Alastor's chest.

Alastor pressed a gentle kiss to Lucifer's forehead. "For what, darling?"

"For seeing me," Lucifer replied, his voice thick with emotion. "For making me feel... worthy."

Alastor tightened his embrace. "You've always been worthy, Lucifer. I'm just…honored to be the one to remind you."

As they lay there, basking in their contentment, the soft patter of snow against the window lulled them into a peaceful silence.

Lucifer felt the last of his insecurities melting away, replaced by a warmth that had nothing to do with the dying fire and everything to do with the man holding him close.

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NAME: Vegito. Vegetto. Vegerot. AGE: 40+. SPECIES: Saiyan (fusion). HEIGHT: 5'6" (167 cm). BIRTHDAY: Nov 7th. GENDER: Demi-male. PRONOUNS: He/Him. SEXUALITY: Greyromantic, Demisexual. MARTIAL STATUS: Taken* (Verse Dependent).

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good. LIKES: fighting, anything physically laborious, nature, trying new foods, domestic (earth) cats, attention, being where he feels welcome. DISLIKES: his freedom being compromised, being treated with pretenses (insincerity), being referred to with "they/them" pronouns, high-pitched sounds, foul odors, his tail being touched w/out his permission. HOBBIES: training & exercising, spending time with his girlfriend*, gardening*, going for walks, people watching, shinrin-yoku (forest bathing), flying around earth to sight-see, traveling to other planets as a tourist.

Arrogance, pride, and vanity are three of Vegito’s biggest observable qualities. He’s proud of his pure power, capabilities as a warrior, and his rather handsome looks. He maintains a playful, casual demeanor most of the time and likes prodding at others to get potentially amusing reactions. He’s not without a slight temper, but it takes more to flare his total anger - though that's not advised to attempt. He can be respectful to others, if he wants to be.

Unknown to most but able to be caught if one pays attention, much of his showboating nature is purposefully exaggerated. Vegito is far more modest in reality, and possesses a sense of compassion that's almost all-compassing, regardless of how callous he appears as. It's not unusual for him to help someone he comes across, if they don't give him bad vibes. When in a very good mood, he expresses light-hearted and jovial mannerisms reminiscent of Goku. On the opposite end, when Vegito is in a terrible mood, hostility and maliciousness characteristic of Vegeta surface. He certainly has many facets. Regardless, he would give his life to protect Earth and his loved ones with little hesitation.

Deep beneath what exists on the outside, lies a man with an awfully large identity problem. Don't get him wrong, he loves himself, but he frankly hates the feeling that people just see Goku or Vegeta (or both) when they look at him. They don't see Vegito. He's his own person, and he refuses to live in anyone's shadow, even in the ones of those who've made him.

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

The world, after a peaceful period of 7 years, found itself in grave danger yet again. With the appearance of Majin Buu and his master Babidi, Earth was terrorized by threats they could barely comphrend. Babidi's telepathic warning to either surrender Piccolo, Trunks, and Goten or face total destruction further spiked global fear. Unbeknownst to the people of Earth, Babidi was eventually killed by his own servant, who soon underwent transformations that made the end of the world more imminent.

Super Buu, after having absorbed Gohan, was too powerful for Goku and Vegeta to overcome. Fusion was their only option, resulting in the creation of Vegito.

Super Buu was no match for him. The fused warrior made sure to take his time in toying with the malevolent creature, but in reality, his actions were just to bait Buu into absorbing him so he could free his sons and Piccolo. Just to spite the entity even more, Vegito also decided to cut free the earlier form of Buu from his pod within Super Buu. The loss of all the absorbtions caused Super Buu to transform once again, taking on a much smaller form. While interested in seeing how the strength of this particular form differed from the previous, Vegito chose to stop wasting time and unleashed an immensely powerful ki attack that utterly vaporized Majin Buu.

The Earth was saved once again. All on the battlefield converged and had a moment of respite, until newcomers arrived to the scene: a news team carried by helicopter. Similar to the Cell Games spectacle, the people of Earth were keen to discover what chaos had unfolded this time.

Naturally, Vegito didn't hesitate to reveal that Majin Buu was no more, as he had been the one to destroy the monster. The reporter was astonished, and asked Hercule Satan to verify this statement. Hercule, having been utterly humbled by the event and the fused warrior's unbelievable power, confessed that Vegito's words were the truth. The world not only learned of Vegito's existence; he was also swiftly regarded as the world's savior. Hercule lost the title.

Ever since then, Vegito has begun to find his footing in his own identity, seeing as his state as a permanent fusion was here to stay. All the while, his status as the most powerful fighter spread like wildfire across the globe, sparking his societal transformation into a celebrity. He now has the "official" title of Earth's protector, and unlike a certain showboating human man, has the full capabilities to actually back it up. He more or less proved so 3 years after Buu's defeat, when Vegito soundly won the 26th World Martial Arts Tournament and took the title of World Champion to boot.

The only damper on everything is the private details of his personal life. Despite what he's done, one thing the fusion can never do is be what his creators were to their families. He's made up of Goku and Vegeta, but what does he exactly have outside of them? This question looms in the back of his mind constantly, and it doesn't have the greatest of effects on his mental health if he thinks about it for too long.

But, hey. Vegito is still happy to be alive, and to him, that's what should matter.

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀.

— To briefly summarize his backstory, my Vegito has basically stolen all of Hercule's thunder. He's the newest global celebrity, becoming a face millions can recognize and was even commemorated by King Furry - though he still avoids making grand public appearances if he can help it. The worst that happens when he's out in public is how he gets occasionally stared at or somewhat followed around. Lots of Earth's average citizens are (rightfully) afraid of his power, physically and socially.

— The “1 hour” potara retcon made in Super is ignored here because I hate it, and Vegito never defused within Buu's body as he kept his energy barrier up. If the Mid-DBS AU is considered, he never unfuses.

— He has a tail! Vegito has yet to take on his Oozaru form, however.

— Chi Chi and Bulma didn’t take to their husbands permanently becoming one person well at all, and Vegito has his own conflicted feelings about them. He still does his best (at least for Chi Chi) to be there for them.

— He has a female calico cat that he took in from the streets and named Dango. He also has a male ragdoll cat named Mochi, that he got to be her companion.

— [**Mid-DBS AU ONLY**] Vegito took up Goku's old job of maintaining the Son family's farm, growing and selling vegetables, to help support Chi Chi and Goten (and because he honestly finds farming relaxing - he needs something laidback to do in his life).

(Above renders by @/blz151101 on twitter.)

* - tied to his main canon. Last updated August 6th 2024.

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ur-blxxdy-valentine · 6 months ago

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no. i am an emissary of god, sent down on the meteorite which slayed the dinosaurs. a mere boy would be an insult to all i have done for this world, all i have influenced and all i have experienced. I am a large man, a huge man, a huge 5'6 giant of a man. i invented fossil fuels and i will not stop at the fossils, i will make fuel from the ancestors of creation itself. you will one day be the fuel to my 2007 toyota prius. -👍

woah you’re huge! i’m practically an ant looking up at you and shaking in my little ant boots. this half an inch difference has ruined me. you may have invented fossil fuels, but the only thing fueling me is my new found spite and envy. i’m creating my own fuel source similar to a hamster on a wheel except it’s me. soon, i’ll be two steps ahead of you, in fuel and pure strength due to my intense cardio. i’ll have calves that can slice steel. your puny toyota will be no match to my herculean levels of muscle.

#valentine 🧸#👍 anon

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arashi-goddess · 3 years ago

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i remember that i was finishing up rui’s intro piece but it was taking awhile so i drew this on the side to keep me motivated abxkanxjxsj

anyway, even at 5'6" she’s still no match to hyouga’s height LMAO

#march 2021 #shimizu rui #hyouga #ares and aphrodite #drstone #drstone oc

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Elphelt Valentine: Bio & Trivia

==Elphelt Valentine==

"Family is... so wonderful!"

==Profile== Height: 5'6" Weight: Dreamy lbs (Unknown) Blood Type: Mysterious Birthplace: The Backyard Birthday: December 25 Eye Color: Sky Blue (formerly Emerald Green) Hobbies: Romantic Discussions, Pretending to be a Bush Dog Favorite Thing: Smiles, Sweets, Saving up for a Bush Dog Dislikes: Loneliness, Killing, Insects Weapon(s):

A Bouquet of flowers(?), Grenades, Magic Rifle, Magic Shotgun, Bazooka, Magnum Magic Rifle (Anti-Backyard Weaponry created from the Black Re-Tech Cyprus Project).

==Story (GGXrd Sign)==

Originally Elphelt appeared in the Human World some time before Ramlethal Valentine did, and was given the orders to infiltrate among Humans, locate Sol Badguy, observe him, and see to it he did not awaken, while ensuring Justice could successfully be revived.

She was forbidden to Love other people, and yet somehow this conflicted with the idea of being connected with Humans. This conflict in logic 'overloaded' her basic personality and caused it to split, creating a new 'kinder' personality on the surface.

Her first actions were to try and marry a Rock Star, but because her Valentine programming activated, she scared the man she was going to marry right off the altar, leaving her behind in her wedding dress!

It was then that she realized she was a Valentine, and decided to use her powers to find anyone who could stop the Conclave's plans.

Fortunately, her newly awakened powers somehow put her in the custody of Ky Kiske, KING of Illyria!

==Story (GGXrd Revelator)==

Despite her attempts to help save the world, Elphelt's original mind programming had activated upon Justice' partial-revival.

Though she managed to recover her memories of Sol Badguy and her other friends and her original personality, the process was very traumatic, and by the time she was able to become aware of what had fully happened, she was already captured by Ariels.

Bedman put her in a dream-world to prevent her from experiencing more emotional trauma, but this only confused her, and eventually she awoke to the truth of her situation:

...She was to become the Soul Core of Justice.

==Story (GGXrd Rev2 After Story A)==

Thanks to everyone's efforts, Elphelt finally got a good night's rest in a fluffy bed!

After everything that happened, would people be willing to accept El and her sister?

The day's Newspaper seemed to be a flicker of HOPE for the future...

==Personality Profile==

An adorable young woman who is obsessed with improving her feminine charm. She loves animals and nature, and can't bear to see anyone alone. Elphelt will charge into any problem head-first, shielded by impenetrable optimism. Her efforts at improving the aforementioned charm, however, often fall short. If you start a conversation about love, she'll start talking and won't stop--often taking off into flights of slightly strange fantasy.

==Outline==

Elphelt is one of the Valentines created by the Universal Will, who she calls "Mother". Her mission is to assist Ramlethal in activating the Cradle, but unlike the other Valentines she appears to have human emotions. When those emotions awaken, she discovers a boundless compassion for humankind and finds herself at odds with her original mission. She chooses to find Ky Kiske and help him with his instead. Originally destined to marry a Death Metal singer, Elphelt discovered her true identity during the ceremony and fled. She still wears her wedding dress.

During the Cradle Incident, she lends her strength to Sol, but in the final moments, she loses all semblance of emotion and begins to execute her destiny, and everything around her. While Sol manages to wake her up, she is taken away by the Universal Will, to complete Justice.

==Movelist== ———————————Specials (Handgun Shot: press/mash Heavy-slash repeatedly) Bridal Express (Also Aerial) Pineberry (Grenade): Pin Pull >High Toss (Also Aerial/Can be shot) >Low Toss (Can be shot) Ms. Confire (Rifle) >>Fire (can be fully Locked on) >>>Reload >Put Away Ms. Travailler (Shotgun) >>Poke >>Launch >>Roll >>CQC >>Fire (can be fully Locked on) >>>Reload >Put Away Roll Aim with Ms. Travailler ———————————Overdrive/Chaos Attack Judge Better Half Genoise (Bazooka) *Mistranslated as Genoverse* ———————————Instant Kill Magnum Wedding ———————————

==Trivia== ——————————— --When Elphelt first appeared, her outfit was a Bridal gown, but most notably she wore a Four Leaf Clover (in Pink and Green colors). It's implied that after Sign's events Ramlethal put the clover on her hat as a symbol of her determination to save her sister. --Elphelt's Japanese voice actress Aya Suzaki liked her role SO much, she also voices side characters in other Arcade Episodes, particularly Kum Haehyun's Episode that was released later on. --Elphelt's Respect "Power Up" animation is a joke reference to the original Valentine in GG2 who transformed when Sol confronted her. Elphelt says she wishes she could do cool stuff like that! --The black "boss" form Elphelt took at the end of Xrd Sign is a reference to the Darkside Color palette found in older game Survival Modes. As expected, she was no match for Sol though! Despite the fact we couldn't fight her in that form, she had a very strong "Boss Mode" in M.O.M. mode in Xrd Sign! --It isn't immediately apparent, but Elphelt's "Seal Device" (complete with Valentine Visor, ala Justice), has two black-winged Rose "bits" that Elphelt can summon IN her boss form, as if she were a Danmaku heroine! All Elphelt's guns surround these bits and fire upwards, creating her attack "Rain of Judgement". --It's also implied that Lucifero's "two halves" (Belpha and Venus) are references to Ramlethal and Elphelt respectively, suggesting Venus is Elphelt's Servant. --It can be argued that Elphelt is an ascended fangirl of Guilty Gear, particularly the type of fan who ships romantic relationships between two random characters! --Elphelt was especially happy when Sin called her a friend... he was literally the first friend she ever had! --The Universal Will asked Sol to look after Elphelt and Ramlethal, and while that complicates Ky's family tree a bit... it can be said that Elphelt is technically Sin's cousin once removed. --Elphelt's Arena Bio still describes her as a Merciless Apocalypse. --May's inability to pronounce Elphelt's name might be a stealth reference to how Ramlethal was mistakenly localized in English as "Ramletherl", or in Elphelt's case "Erfert". ———————————

==References== ——————————— --Elphelt's weapons are references to various sweets (just like the original Valentine): Pineberry is a White Strawberry cultivar based on a Pineapple. Confire (Confaire) is a French Confit Preservative. Travailler (Trav-aye-ae) "To Labor" is a name for a French Pink Martini. Genoise (Geno-wass) is a Sponge Cake. --Elphelt's move "Judge Better Half" is symbolically a reference to when couples Cut the Wedding Cake during the Wedding Reception after getting Married. Couples often tried to kiss over the cake without knocking the highest tier over. It's also considered bad luck to cut the top-most tier of the cake! --Wedding Cakes come from Roman tradition as a sign of fertility. --Elphelt's military fighting style references Cable and B.B.Hood from Marvel VS Capcom 2, as well as Chris Redfield from UMvC3. She often says war movie catchphrases like "Fire in the Hole" and "Incoming!" --The Heavy Metal band "Bride" out of Kentucky did an album titled "Shotgun Wedding". --Elphelt's a walking stealth reference to "Guns'N'Roses". ———————————

You may now Kiss the Bride?

#GG Bios #Elphelt #Elphelt Valentine #Marionette #No it's NOT the 'Pink Elphelt' in the room!

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