#alastor le blanc

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Explanations for why I did the Cinnamon Roll Meme this way:

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll — Emily, coz she's a genuinely caring person towards strangers & acquaintances & her loved ones (but can stand up to her loved ones if she knows they've done something objectively wrong); Charlie, coz she's a genuinely caring person towards strangers & acquaintances & her loved ones (but can get dangerous when she absolutely needs to); Angel Dust, coz he's loyal & (in his own way) nice to his friends; Mimzy, coz her friendship with Alastor is sincere; Carmilla, coz she's a good mum & (although harsh) a good teacher.

Looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you — Adam, coz he gleefully committed genocide despite being an angel with a very human face; Lilith, coz she gives me the vibe of being a scarier & more socially savvy version of Charlie; Niffty, coz she's tied with Charlie & Emily for the position of most adorable fictional character in 'Hazbin Hotel' (2024) yet killed Adam; Susan, coz she reminds me of my granny 'til she opens her mouth (then she reminds me of my "Mister Perfect Golden Child" cousin by being a cantankerous bitch!! *grins in joy* I love Susan); Vox, coz he seems like a nice guy 'til he opens his mouth (oh look, another character who's like my aforementioned cousin; no wonder I love Vox).

Looks like they could kill you, is a cinnamon roll — Sir Pentious, coz he's an adorable dork despite his somewhat scary appearance both as a demon & as an angel; Lucifer, coz he's an adorable dork despite his somewhat scary appearance both as a fallen angel & as a demonic fallen angel; Husk, coz he's a tough love giving sincerely good grump who is unapproachable 'til you get to know him (1 of my aunts in a nutshell); Rosie, coz she's genuinely nice despite being a somewhat scary-looking cannibal; Velvette, coz she's ready to instigate a war & wears skull earrings yet is a good friend to the other two Vees.

Looks like they could kill you, could actually kill you — Lute, coz she was Adam's lieutenant & became the new leader of the exorcists and is a very violent person who gleefully committed genocide; Valencia (named Vaggie in canon, which I treat in my Hazbin Hotel Alternate Multiverse timeline fanfic as solely a name Adam gave her when she joined the exorcist army then she started going by her original name again when she met Charlie), coz she does seem unapproachable 'til you get to know her (the auntie I mentioned earlier would probably adore this awesome lesbian) yet is willing to kill anyone who she deems a threat to her loved ones & used to commit genocide; Alastor, coz he's the Radio Demon who broadcast his carnage of many overlords to all of Hell and anyone can tell at first glance he's not very trustworthy; Cherri Bomb, coz she has a troublemaker vibe that makes it unsurprising when she kills someone in front of you; Valentino, coz he (much like the other 4) doesn't even bother trying to hide how dangerous he is. Honourary mentions who aren't in the pictures — Katie (who threatened to kill Charlie in the Pilot) & Sera (who intentionally let genocide happen).

Almost all of these 22 characters are my Favourites!! Number 1 most Fave is a tie between Emily, Charlie, and Valencia; Nr. 2 is a tie between Niffty, Alastor, Lucifer, Sir Pentious, Husk, Angel Dust, & Cherri Bomb; Nr. 3 is a tie between Adam, Lute, Carmilla, & the Vees; Nr. 4 is a tie between Sera, Mimzy, Rosie, Susan, & Katie.

Anyhoo, I hope people enjoy the meme!!

[holly-natnicole]

Hi!!

Hi👋

[darcydarlingdabbles]

WIP Wednesday~

Preview of the At Autumn's End Sequel - At Mid Winter

Fluffy snowflakes drifted past the frosted window of the forensic professor’s dimly lit office, creating a mesmerizing dance in the amber glow.

The walls were lined with dusty bookshelves and glass jars filled with strange specimens, casting long shadows that seemed to pulse with life.

Alastor stood by the window, his tall frame blocking out most of the light as he turned to face Lucifer. His hand rested warmly and confidently at the small of Lucifer's back, their closeness adding a sense of comfort in the otherwise eerie atmosphere.

Lucifer's nose was filled with the scent of old books and leather mingling with the faint aroma of Alastor's cinnamon cologne.

His eyes darted nervously around the room, taking in the towering bookshelves and the imposing mahogany desk that dominated the space.

“Well, Professor Morningstar," Alastor purred, his breath ghosting Lucifer's ear and making him shiver. “Shall we begin our little…extracurricular activity?”

Lucifer's pulse jumped.

Alastor's hazel eyes gleamed with mischief and promise. It was unfair, really, how good the windswept brunette looked.

Cheeks sort of flushed, hair perfectly disarrayed, and a few snowflakes still clinging to his round wire-rim glasses.

"I…I'm not sure about this, Alastor," Lucifer stammered, desire warring with nerves in his chest. "Aren't professors usually the ones in control?"

"Color, darling?" Alastor asked, stroking Lucifer's hip.

"Green. I'm green. Just…this is new for me."

Alastor's lips curved. "I know. That's what makes it exciting. Trust me?"

"Always." Lucifer searched Alastor's face—so confident, so in command. Slowly, he nodded. "Okay. I'll try."

The younger man had done so much for him, made him feel things he never dreamed he could. The least Lucifer could do was indulge Alastor's fantasies.

"Good boy," Alastor praised, making Lucifer's knees go weak. "That's all I ask," Alastor said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Now, Professor, about those grades of mine…"

The blonde may not know how to play a professor, but he knew exactly how to submit to Alastor's desires.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

He squared his shoulders, meeting Alastor's heated gaze. "Now, what was it you wanted to discuss about your performance, Mr. Le Blanc?"

Alastor's smile sharpened. He stepped closer, crowding Lucifer back against the professor's desk. "Oh, I think you know…sir."

Lucifer swallowed hard, his heart pounding as Alastor invaded his space. The younger man's presence was overwhelming as ever, his gaze intense and unwavering.

He thought, after a few weeks, he’d get over it. That the effect Alastor had on him would dull over time—but it was only magnified every time his lover looked at him.

Lucifer fought the urge to lower his eyes, to submit. He was supposed to be in charge here.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," Lucifer straightened his posture, trying to embody the role of the bookish professor. He cleared his throat, adjusting his sweater nervously. “Your grades are exemplary. There's no reason for you to be here outside of office hours.”

Alastor's eyes glinted with mischief as he took a step closer, invading Lucifer's personal space.

"Oh, but Professor Morningstar, I think there's plenty to discuss. Surely there's something I can do to…improve my standing?"

Lucifer shivered, his body responding to Alastor's proximity, to the promise in his words.

He placed a hand on Alastor's chest, intending to push him away, but instead his fingers curled into the fabric of Alastor's shirt.

"Mr. LeBlanc, this is highly inappropriate," Lucifer protested weakly. "I'm your professor. We can't—This conversation is inappropriate."

Despite everything in his body that screamed to give in, he ducked around the younger man looming over him.

He crossed the office, grabbing for the door handle, pretending to open it.

“In fact, I’m going to have to ask you to leave—”

In a swift motion, Alastor pressed his hand against the door, effectively trapping Lucifer between his body and the wooden surface.

Lucifer's breath hitched; all doubt that Alastor wouldn’t be taking lead in this scene evaporated right out of his mind.

"What if I offered you something in exchange?" Alastor purred, his face mere inches from the older man’s. "Something…mutually beneficial?"

Lucifer knew he should protest, maintain the facade of the stern professor, but Alastor's proximity was intoxicating.

"You're far too intelligent for such tactics, Mr. LeBlanc," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

A slow, predatory grin spread across Alastor's face.

"Why, thank you, Professor. But perhaps I haven't made my intentions clear." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear. "It's not just about the grades. It's about you…Professor Morningstar."

Lucifer was supposed to be resisting. He knew that. He should be telling the audacious student off.

But every time Alastor leaned over him like this, caged him in, he wanted to melt into a puddle.

The blonde tried to maintain his composure, to stay in character.

"Mr. LeBlanc," he began, his voice wavering slightly, "This behavior is entirely unacceptable."

Despite his words, Lucifer made no move to push Alastor away. His body betrayed him, leaning ever so slightly into the warmth radiating from his lover.

Alastor's eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly seeing through Lucifer's weak attempt at resistance.

"Is it, Professor?" he murmured, one hand coming up to trace the line of Lucifer's jaw. "Because I think you’ll be very interested in what I have to offer."

Lucifer's gaze darted around the room, taking in the shadowy corners and the bizarre jars lining the shelves.

The soft patter of snow against the window seemed to echo his racing pulse. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice.

"I…I don't know what you mean," he stammered.

Alastor leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing against Lucifer's ear. "I've seen the way you look at me during lectures, Professor. The way your eyes linger when you think no one's watching."

Lucifer's resolve was crumbling rapidly.

He could feel the heat of Alastor's body, the strength in his arms as they caged him against the door. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air growing thick with tension.

"Alastor," Lucifer breathed, forgetting the pretense for a moment. "We shouldn't…"

"But we want to," Alastor finished for him, his voice low and husky. "Don't we, Professor?"

Lucifer's eyes fluttered open, meeting Alastor's intense gaze.

In that moment, all pretense fell away. The role of the reluctant academic dissolved, leaving only raw desire in its wake.

I am...so sorry to cut it off there but that's the first 1,000 words RIP. Also...12 chapters...some are cute, a few are Christmas family drama, and half are smut Happy Holidays~ XD

Also, if you wanna be a beta reader for my original fics, pretty please consider signing up here~ You'll get all the books I release next year (9) for free!

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♤•All ArtFight 2024 artworks!•♤

I almost forgot to post this 😅

This was fun,really fun!

I loved seeing the reactions of the people when I drew their characters. It was really nice to see!

I've said it once twice,and I'm gonna say it again

I'm. Doing. Artfight. Next. Year. And many years to come hopefully. And I know exactly who I'm gonna attack,mwuhahahaha 😈

Again,all the characters above belong to the artists below:

Killian & Velvet Octavia: @chronicchaotic

Aphrodite, Athena, & Haven: @alicia_a

Nyx: @SaltyTangerine

Alastor: @addy1711

Marina: @nomsterrz

Deja Seydoux & Rosalie Le Blanc: @finalfartasy

Blue moon: @clownmfxx

That's all for artfight stuff for now!

-KoalaSnooze

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Alastor: the Radio Demon who is also a deer with shadow magic.

DEER BOYO

[saneko-naomi]

Hubo momentos de silencio.Comencé a quitar pétalo por pétalo,despreocupadamente,mientras ella me miraba de reojo.

"Tenemos que hablar"dijo de forma autoritaria.

Me rei entre dientes y me giré a mirarla.

"¿Por fin quieres hablar,cariño?"dije.

Gracias por la oportunidad 💕 Espero volver a dibujar para ti! 💖

Autora de este Fanfic tan Maravilloso 💕💕💕es

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TAGGED BY:  @sadhero​

TAGGING: @stylish-alastor​ @pawprintsonmoonbeams​ @madnessresideshere​ (pick any muse you like hehe)

  MUSE:

NAME: Remy LeBeau NICKNAME:  Le Diable Blanc, Gambit, Cajun, ect. ZODIAC SIGN: Unknown as s/he was abandoned as a baby, but I headcanon Scorpio LOL GENDER: Cis Male / Cis Female FAVORITE COLOR:  Cherry Red or Steel Blue AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP:  If s/he has time to spare? 10 hours. If s/he doesn’t, s/he can go a day or so before needing at least a few hours. LAST THING YOU GOOGLED:  how to throw a birthday party for someone who hates parties HEIGHT: Female: 5′11″ Male: 6′4″

  MUN:

NAME: Cat/Kay NICKNAME: Catley ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus  GENDER: Cis female(presents a bit more masculine, tho) FAVORITE COLOR:  Deep forest green ♥ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Either 1-2 hours or 12-16 there is no average UGH LAST THING YOU GOOGLED: Jena Malone(Angelina’s FC) HEIGHT: 5′1″ ... fite me  >__>

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At Mid Winter ~ Part 1

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

✨Divorced Dad!Lucifer❄️Explicit~ 4.2k

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On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: A little professor/student rp~

Fluffy snowflakes drifted past the frosted window of the forensic professor’s dimly lit office, creating a mesmerizing dance in the amber glow.

The walls were lined with dusty bookshelves and glass jars filled with strange specimens, casting long shadows that seemed to pulse with life.

Alastor stood by the window, his tall frame blocking out most of the light as he turned to face Lucifer. His hand rested warmly and confidently at the small of Lucifer's back, their closeness adding a sense of comfort in the otherwise eerie atmosphere.

Lucifer's nose was filled with the scent of old books and leather mingling with the faint aroma of Alastor's cinnamon cologne.

His eyes darted nervously around the room, taking in the towering bookshelves and the imposing mahogany desk that dominated the space.

“Well, Professor Morningstar," Alastor purred, his breath ghosting Lucifer's ear and making him shiver. “Shall we begin our little…extracurricular activity?”

Lucifer's pulse jumped.

Alastor's hazel eyes gleamed with mischief and promise. It was unfair, really, how good the windswept brunette looked.

Cheeks sort of flushed, hair perfectly disarrayed, and a few snowflakes still clinging to his round wire-rim glasses.

"I…I'm not sure about this, Alastor," Lucifer stammered, desire warring with nerves in his chest. "Aren't professors usually the ones in control?"

"Color, darling?" Alastor asked, stroking Lucifer's hip.

"Green. I'm green. Just…this is new for me."

Alastor's lips curved. "I know. That's what makes it exciting. Trust me?"

"Always." Lucifer searched Alastor's face—so confident, so in command. Slowly, he nodded. "Okay. I'll try."

The younger man had done so much for him, made him feel things he never dreamed he could. The least Lucifer could do was indulge Alastor's fantasies.

"Good boy," Alastor praised, making Lucifer's knees go weak. "That's all I ask," Alastor said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Now, Professor, about those grades of mine…"

The blonde may not know how to play a professor, but he knew exactly how to submit to Alastor's desires.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

He squared his shoulders, meeting Alastor's heated gaze. "Now, what was it you wanted to discuss about your performance, Mr. Le Blanc?"

Alastor's smile sharpened. He stepped closer, crowding Lucifer back against the professor's desk. "Oh, I think you know…sir."

Lucifer swallowed hard, his heart pounding as Alastor invaded his space. The younger man's presence was overwhelming as ever, his gaze intense and unwavering.

He thought, after a few weeks, he’d get over it. That the effect Alastor had on him would dull over time—but it was only magnified every time his lover looked at him.

Lucifer fought the urge to lower his eyes, to submit. He was supposed to be in charge here.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," Lucifer straightened his posture, trying to embody the role of the bookish professor. He cleared his throat, adjusting his sweater nervously. “Your grades are exemplary. There's no reason for you to be here outside of office hours.”

Alastor's eyes glinted with mischief as he took a step closer, invading Lucifer's personal space.

"Oh, but Professor Morningstar, I think there's plenty to discuss. Surely there's something I can do to…improve my standing?"

Lucifer shivered, his body responding to Alastor's proximity, to the promise in his words.

He placed a hand on Alastor's chest, intending to push him away, but instead his fingers curled into the fabric of Alastor's shirt.

"Mr. LeBlanc, this is highly inappropriate," Lucifer protested weakly. "I'm your professor. We can't—This conversation is inappropriate."

Despite everything in his body that screamed to give in, he ducked around the younger man looming over him.

He crossed the office, grabbing for the door handle, pretending to open it.

“In fact, I’m going to have to ask you to leave—”

In a swift motion, Alastor pressed his hand against the door, effectively trapping Lucifer between his body and the wooden surface.

Lucifer's breath hitched; all doubt that Alastor wouldn’t be taking lead in this scene evaporated right out of his mind.

"What if I offered you something in exchange?" Alastor purred, his face mere inches from the older man’s. "Something…mutually beneficial?"

Lucifer knew he should protest, maintain the facade of the stern professor, but Alastor's proximity was intoxicating.

"You're far too intelligent for such tactics, Mr. LeBlanc," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

A slow, predatory grin spread across Alastor's face.

"Why, thank you, Professor. But perhaps I haven't made my intentions clear." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear. "It's not just about the grades. It's about you…Professor Morningstar."

Lucifer was supposed to be resisting. He knew that. He should be telling the audacious student off.

But every time Alastor leaned over him like this, caged him in, he wanted to melt into a puddle.

The blonde tried to maintain his composure, to stay in character.

"Mr. LeBlanc," he began, his voice wavering slightly, "This behavior is entirely unacceptable."

Despite his words, Lucifer made no move to push Alastor away. His body betrayed him, leaning ever so slightly into the warmth radiating from his lover.

Alastor's eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly seeing through Lucifer's weak attempt at resistance.

"Is it, Professor?" he murmured, one hand coming up to trace the line of Lucifer's jaw. "Because I think you’ll be very interested in what I have to offer."

Lucifer's gaze darted around the room, taking in the shadowy corners and the bizarre jars lining the shelves.

The soft patter of snow against the window seemed to echo his racing pulse. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice.

"I…I don't know what you mean," he stammered.

Alastor leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing against Lucifer's ear. "I've seen the way you look at me during lectures, Professor. The way your eyes linger when you think no one's watching."

Lucifer's resolve was crumbling rapidly.

He could feel the heat of Alastor's body, the strength in his arms as they caged him against the door. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air growing thick with tension.

"Alastor," Lucifer breathed, forgetting the pretense for a moment. "We shouldn't…"

"But we want to," Alastor finished for him, his voice low and husky. "Don't we, Professor?"

Lucifer's eyes fluttered open, meeting Alastor's intense gaze.

In that moment, all pretense fell away. The role of the reluctant academic dissolved, leaving only raw desire in its wake.

With a soft groan of surrender, Lucifer nodded almost imperceptibly.

That was all the invitation Alastor needed. In one fluid motion, he closed the minuscule distance between them, capturing Lucifer's lips in a searing kiss.

Stealing the breath from his lungs.

Lucifer melted into the kiss, his hands fisting in Alastor's shirt as he pulled the younger man closer.

Alastor's thigh slotted between Lucifer's legs, pressing against his growing arousal, and Lucifer couldn't suppress the moan that escaped him.

"My, my, Professor," Alastor purred, his lips brushing against Lucifer's ear. "You're already so hard for me. I wonder…" His hand drifted lower, cupping Lucifer through his slacks. "Do you let all your teacher’s pets get on their knees for you?"

Lucifer's eyes widened, a jolt of surprise and desire coursing through him.

“I…no…I, of course not.”

It wasn’t like the younger hadn’t done it before. Hell, the first night he’d touched Lucifer it was to dribble honey down his length and lick him clean. And bite him for the first time.

If Lucifer thought about that night too long, this would be over far too quickly.

But somehow, in this context, it felt different. More intense.

The thought of Alastor kneeling before him, his clever tongue and wicked lips driving Lucifer to the brink…

It was almost too much to bear.

As if sensing Lucifer's thoughts, Alastor's fingers deftly unbuckled the older man’s belt, slipping inside his slacks.

"What are you—" he began, but his words caught in his throat.

Alastor's hand met smooth, cool satin. He paused, a slow, delighted grin spreading across his face.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Alastor's fingers traced the edge of the panties, and embarrassment and desire flooded through him.

He'd almost forgotten Alastor had instructed him to wear them. "I…it's not what you think," he protested weakly.

Alastor's eyes darkened with desire.

"Such a good boy," he murmured, and then, in one swift motion, he spun Lucifer around, bending him over the desk.

Lucifer gasped as Alastor's body pressed against his back, pinning him in place. He felt small, dominated, completely at Alastor's mercy.

And he loved it.

"I'm going to take such good care of you, Professor," Alastor promised, his hand caressing Lucifer's side. "But first, I want to see you in nothing but those pretty panties…"

Lucifer shuddered, his heart pounding in anticipation.

He knew he should protest, should put a stop to this. But with Alastor's hands on him, Alastor's voice in his ear, all he could do was surrender.

"Please," Lucifer breathed, arching back against Alastor.

Alastor chuckled darkly, his fingers hooking into Lucifer's waistband.

"Oh, Professor," he purred, "You have no idea what you're in for."

With a swift tug, Alastor yanked Lucifer's pants down to his ankles, exposing the red satin panties that hugged his curves. Lucifer shivered as the cool air of the office caressed his bare skin, a blush rising to his cheeks.

"My, my," Alastor's voice was rich with amusement. "Aren't these just sinful? I wonder what your students would think if they knew their esteemed professor had such…decadent tastes."

Lucifer's face burned hot enough to rival the sun. He opened his mouth to reply, but the words caught in his throat, leaving him speechless.

Alastor, ever attuned to Lucifer's reactions, seemed to sense his discomfort.

"You look absolutely stunning in red, darling," Alastor's tone softened, running a hand along Lucifer's trembling thigh. "It suits you perfectly. It is beyond alluring."

The praise washed over Lucifer like a soothing balm, easing the edge of his humiliation. Alastor always seemed to know just what to say, how to make Lucifer feel cherished and desired.

"Thank you," Lucifer whispered, his voice barely audible. He let out a shaky breath, melting slightly under Alastor's touch.

Alastor pressed his body against Lucifer's, pinning him to the desk. His hand slipped between them, fingers ghosting over the satin-covered bulge.

Alastor's body pressed closer, his hips aligning with Lucifer's. Lucifer could feel the hard length of Alastor's cock through their clothes.

"Do you feel that, Professor?" Alastor whispered, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear. "Feel how hard you make me? How much I want you?"

Lucifer whimpered, his hips bucking into Alastor's touch. The satin rubbed against his sensitive skin, the friction delicious and maddening all at once.

"Alastor," Lucifer managed, his voice thin and needy. He turned his head slightly, golden eyes meeting Alastor's hazel ones. "Do you…Do you really like them? The panties?"

Alastor growled, his hand tightening around Lucifer's clothed-cock.

"Oh, Lucifer," he breathed, "I more than like them. I adore them. Adore you. I can't keep my hands off you."

As if to prove his point, Alastor's other hand roamed over Lucifer's body, caressing his hip, his thigh, his stomach.

In this moment, nothing else mattered. Not the roles they were playing, not the forbidden nature of their relationship. All that existed was the two of them.

And as Alastor's hand slipped beneath the waistband of the panties, Lucifer knew he would gladly drown in this bliss, again and again and again.

With a deft tug, Alastor pulled the satin panties down Lucifer's legs, letting them pool around his ankles.

With a flourish, Alastor tossed the damp satin onto the desk, directly in Lucifer's line of sight. Lucifer's cheeks burned as he stared at the evidence of his arousal, precome he could feel dribbling down his length still, the red satin a stark contrast against the dark wood of the desk.

Alastor's hands were on him again, bending him forward until his chest pressed against the cool surface.

Lucifer shivered, his skin prickling with anticipation. He could feel Alastor's presence behind him, solid and commanding, and it made his heart race.

Alastor's hand trailed down, fingers brushing against something firm. "Well, well," he chuckled. "What do we have here? It seems our esteemed professor came prepared." Lucifer gasped, his hips jerking back instinctively. Alastor chuckled, low and dark, and began to tease the plug, twisting it, pushing it deeper, then pulling it out slightly.

Lucifer's mind went blank, his world narrowing to the exquisite sensations Alastor was creating.

"Alastor, please," Lucifer begged, his voice breaking. "Please, I need you. I need you to fuck me."

Alastor's hand stilled.

"Now, now, Professor," he admonished gently. "Remember your role."

Lucifer whined, frustrated and desperate. He knew what Alastor wanted, knew the game they were playing, but it was so hard to think when all he wanted was to be filled, to be claimed, to be owned.

Taking a shaky breath, Lucifer tried again.

"M-Mr. LeBlanc," he said, attempting to sound authoritative despite his compromised position. "If you fuck me well, I'll ensure you get top marks in my class."

Behind him, Alastor grinned, victorious.

"Well then," he purred, his hands gripping Lucifer's hips possessively. “Professor Morningstar. I believe we have an agreement."

Alastor's deft fingers plucked the plug from Lucifer's entrance, swiftly tucking it into his coat pocket.

Before Lucifer could even register the loss, he felt the blunt head of Alastor's cock pressing against his slick hole.

Alastor leaned forward, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear. "Tell me, Professor," he purred, his voice dripping with seduction, "how would you like it?"

Lucifer's mind spun, struggling to process the question through the haze of arousal. Alastor was holding his hips in a vice grip, keeping Lucifer from rolling back onto the length of his cock.

"What…what do you mean?"

"Allow me to demonstrate," Alastor purred.

He thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. Lucifer gasped at the sudden fullness, clenching his fists against the mahogony desk.

"I can take you hard and fast," he growled, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust that made Lucifer’s cock weep with need. "Or slow and deep." He drew back, then pressed forward in a slow, deliberate motion that had Lucifer seeing stars.

Both left his body aching for more.

"Hard," he managed to choke out, his voice strained with need. "Please, Alastor, fuck me hard."

Alastor's grip tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Lucifer's hips.

"As you wish, Professor," he smirked, and with one swift, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside Lucifer.

The older man cried out, the sudden intrusion sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

Alastor set a brutal pace, his hips snapping against Lucifer's ass with each deep, driving thrust. The desk shook beneath them, papers scattering, pens rolling to the floor, but neither of them cared.

Suddenly, Alastor's hand clamped over his mouth. "Shh, we can't have the whole department hearing you, can we?" he teased.

Lucifer froze…he didn’t think he was being too loud. The brunette was always encouraging him to be louder—but they were always alone at Lucifer’s house, or a hotel room near campus.

"I have a better idea."

Alastor reached for the discarded panties, bunching the silky fabric in his fist.

"Open," he commanded, tapping the material against Lucifer's lips.

Lucifer obeyed without hesitation, allowing Alastor to stuff the panties into his mouth, the taste of his own arousal heavy on his tongue.

The makeshift gag muffled his moans and whimpers, adding a new level of submission to their play.

Alastor's hand rested gently on Lucifer's cheek, a tender counterpoint to the rough pounding of his hips.

"If it's too much, just raise your hand, okay?" he murmured, always mindful. "Don't want you getting too loud, now do we? Wouldn't want anyone else to hear what a needy little thing you are for your student's cock."

Lucifer whined around the gag, the words only fueling the fire in his veins. He loved this, loved being used, being filled, being owned by Alastor in every way possible.

He felt utterly exposed, utterly vulnerable, and, perversely, utterly safe.

Lucifer's world narrowed to the sensations overwhelming his body—the hard edge of the desk against his thighs, Alastor's relentless rhythm, and the silky fabric of the panties muffling his moans.

Alastor's confident hands gripped Lucifer's hips, anchoring him as he drove deeper.

"You're doing so well," he purred, his voice a velvet caress. "Such a good professor, taking everything I give you."

The praise set his entire body trembling, dancing on the edge.

Suddenly, Alastor's hands were on Lucifer's leg, lifting one with surprising strength.

The new position drove Alastor even deeper, and Lucifer saw stars.

Alastor leaned down, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear. One hand wrapped gently around Lucifer's throat, not squeezing, just holding.

"I'm going to come inside you," he rasped in Lucifer's ear, "and then I'm going to plug you up again. You'll feel me inside you for the entire car ride, understood?"

The words ignited something primal in Lucifer. With a muffled cry, he came instantly, his body clenching around Alastor as waves of pleasure crashed over him. His orgasm tearing through him, his spend spilling onto the old, stained carpet.

With one last, deep thrust, Alastor growled out his release, his come hot and sticky inside Lucifer's tight hole.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both struggling to catch their breath, their bodies still joined intimately. Alastor's forehead rested against Lucifer's shoulder, his breath hot on Lucifer's skin. Then, with gentle hands, Alastor eased out of him.

"Stay still," Alastor murmured, already knowing what Lucifer wanted to do whenever he pulled out.

The blonde hated feeling empty and aching.

But the sensation was short-lived, as Alastor retrieved the plug from his crinkling pocket and gently eased it back into place, sealing his come inside Lucifer's body.

Lucifer whimpered at the intrusion, oversensitive and overwhelmed

Alastor's deft fingers removed the makeshift gag, tossing the damp panties back onto the desk.

"Color?" he asked softly, cupping Lucifer's face.

"Green," Lucifer whispered, his voice hoarse. "Very, very green."

“Very good.” Alastor was there to soothe him, gathering him into his arms and carrying him to the plush office chair. He peppered Lucifer's face with soft, sweet kisses.

"You were perfect, darling," Alastor murmured, his fingers carding through Lucifer's sweat-damp hair. "So good for me, always so good."

Lucifer melted into the embrace, his heart swelling with affection for this incredible man who could take him apart so completely, then put him back together with such tender care. "You’re amazing," he whispered, nuzzling into the crook of Alastor's neck.

They stayed like that for a while, trading gentle touches and whispered endearments, basking in the afterglow.

But as the minutes ticked by, reality began to seep back in, the weight of their secret bearing down on them once more.

 "We should go soon," Lucifer sighed, reluctantly extracting himself from Alastor's embrace. “Charlie and Vaggie will be waiting for us to help pack up the car."

Alastor nodded, his lips twisted in a bitter smirk.

They cleaned up quickly, straightening their clothes and erasing any evidence of their tryst.

As they prepared to leave the office, Alastor pulled Lucifer in for one last kiss, pouring pure devotion into the press of their lips.

"It’s just a weekend," he said, his forehead resting against Lucifer's, "Just a few days to pretend, nothing’ll change between you and I."

“Of course.” Lucifer smiled, his heart full to bursting.

He stole one final peck before they stepped out into the hallway, ready to face whatever challenges the winter getaway and gala might bring.

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The chilly winter air nipped at their faces as Lucifer and Alastor approached the parking lot, their breaths forming small clouds in front of them. Charlie and Vaggie were already there, bundled up in warm coats and scarves, their cheeks rosy from the cold.

"Dad! Alastor!" Charlie called out, waving enthusiastically. "You made it!"

Lucifer chuckled, his heart swelling with affection for his daughter. "Sorry, sweetie. We just had a few last-minute things to take care of."

“Yeah, I’ll bet you did.” Vaggie murmured under her breath, rolling her dark eyes.

Alastor nodded, his smile wide and charming. "But we're here now, and ready to hit the road. Shall we?"

As they began loading their bags into the cars, Lucifer and Alastor fell into an easy rhythm, working together seamlessly.

Their hands brushed occasionally, sending sparks of electricity through their veins, but they were careful to maintain a friendly distance.

"Hey Dad, why don't you ride with Alastor?" Charlie suggested innocently. "Vaggie and I can take my car. That way we can split the driving and have more room for luggage."

Lucifer hesitated, shooting a quick glance at Alastor.

"Oh, I don't know, sweetie."

"Come on, seriously?” Vaggie snorted, rolling her eyes.

“Vaggie.” Charlie sighed, one hand coming up to her hip.

Alastor's eyes flashed dangerously, his ever-present smile taking on a sharp edge. He stepped towards Vaggie, his tall frame looming over her diminutive one.

For her part, Vaggie just folded her arms, like Alastor didn’t have almost two feet of height on her.

"My dear," he began, his voice silky smooth but laced with steel, "I believe we need to have a little chat about boundaries and respect."

“You want to talk about respect? That’s rich.”

“Yes.”

The air around them seemed to crackle with tension, the falling snowflakes suspended in the moment.

"I've tolerated your snide remarks and pointed glances for quite some time now, but I'm afraid my patience has reached its limit," Alastor continued, his tone never wavering from its polite cadence. "Our relationship—mine and Lucifer's—is private. It's not a topic for your commentary or judgment. Especially in front of others."

Vaggie's eyes widened, her posture stiffening as she met Alastor's gaze.

"If you cannot respect that simple fact," Alastor went on, his smile growing impossibly wider, "then I'm afraid I'll have to reconsider my involvement in this little excursion. I won't subject myself or Lucifer to a weekend of your passive-aggressive behavior."

The parking lot fell silent, save for the soft whisper of wind through bare branches.

Charlie's eyes darted between Alastor and Vaggie, her brow furrowed with concern.

"Alastor," Lucifer began, reaching out to place a hand on the younger man's arm. "There's no need for—"

"No, Lucifer," Alastor interrupted gently, his eyes never leaving Vaggie's face. "There is a need. This has gone on long enough."

Charlie stepped forward, her voice wavering slightly. "Come on, guys. We're all friends here. Can't we just—"

“We aren’t friends.” Vaggie said, short and simple.

“No, we aren’t.” Alastor agreed easily, to both Morningstars’ dismay. “But we care about the same people, in our own way. Don’t we?”

Vaggie’s lips pressed into a hard line, but she nodded.

"It's alright, Charlie," Alastor assured her, his tone softening slightly. "You know well how important boundaries are. And I'm sure Vaggie understands, don't you, dear?"

Vaggie's jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing.

For a moment, it seemed she might argue, but then she let out a long, exasperated sigh.

"Fine," she groaned, throwing her hands up in defeat. "You're both being stupid, if you ask me. But whatever. I'll keep my opinions to myself."

Alastor's smile relaxed, losing its predatory edge. "Wonderful! I'm so glad we could come to an understanding." He clapped his hands together, the sound muffled by his gloves. "Now, shall we get this show on the road?"

As they resumed loading the cars, the tension slowly dissipated, replaced by the excited chatter of travel plans and the promise of a cozy weekend getaway. Oh and the charity gala for the university, that too.

Lucifer caught Alastor's eye, offering a small, grateful smile. Alastor winked in return.

"Great!" Charlie beamed, her smile bright enough to rival the sun. "We'll see you at the first rest stop in about two hours then?"

As Charlie and Vaggie climbed into their car, Alastor opened the passenger door for Lucifer with a flourish. "Your chariot awaits.”

Lucifer slid into the seat, hyper-aware of Alastor's proximity as he closed the door and walked around to the driver's side.

As they pulled out of the parking lot, following Charlie's SUV, Lucifer felt a mix of excitement and trepidation.

The weekend ahead stretched before them like an uncharted wilderness. They would be surrounded by colleagues and students, forced to maintain a professional facade while their hearts yearned for closeness.

The gala itself would be a minefield of potential slip-ups and knowing glances.

Yet as Alastor's hand found his, fingers intertwining on the center console, Lucifer felt a surge of warmth.

Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. And perhaps, in stolen moments and hidden corners, they could find ways to keep close.

As they drove into the gathering twilight, the snow fell heavier, blanketing the world in a soft, white silence.

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Rosie: "Alastor, can you believe Susan fell asleep?"

Alastor: "Oh, I quite can; you see, I gave her a few sleeping pills earlier."

Rosie: "Oh, Alastor, you are always the best ar my parties."

The bffs 🦌🌹✨

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Rosie & Alastor being platonic best friends in canon is adorable!!

certified besties <3

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ADORABLE!!

Alastor in ponytail>>

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ADORABLE!!

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My deer boi is here :3