Regarding Lucifer making Sam squirt while raping him in the Cage…Post cage Sam not being able to cum without pain and it makes Dean angry so he fucks Sam rougher than he ever did and Sam squirts hard and he screams Lucifer’s name-
Oops. Poor Sam. Dean would never forgive him.
Dean would fuck Sam so many times and so hard until Sam would finally learn to only say/scream Dean's name. He'd literally try to fuck every memory/thought of Lucifer out of his little brother.
Sam would be sobbing and squirting and whimpering way too many times until he could only remember Dean's name
And even if they still would be fucking, Dean would not forgive Sam and would treat him badly like the whole rest of the time.
There was no more pretense as Lucifer pulled Alastor into his room after dinner that night.
The gas fireplace roared to life with a flick from the switch on the wall, its warmth and light filling the space as he turned off the remaining lights.
"Lucifer," Alastor said softly, his voice tinged with both curiosity and caution.
But the older man couldn't meet his gaze just yet, his mind still racing from thoughts that had plagued him during dinner.
Lucifer couldn't shake the unsettling revelation about Alastor's dating habits—or lack thereof.
"Alastor," Lucifer finally replied, his voice barely a whisper. He hesitated for a moment, trying to reconcile the conflicting emotions within him.
Lucifer's mind whirled with a dizzying array of thoughts, each one crashing against the other like waves in a tempestuous sea.
The flickering firelight cast dancing shadows across the room, mirroring the turbulent emotions within him. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, acutely aware of Alastor's presence behind him, patient and waiting.
The irony of his situation wasn't lost on him.
He had insisted on discretion, on keeping their…whatever this was…hidden from prying eyes.
Lucifer’s position as Charlie’s recently divorced father, reputation, the potential scandal of dating a student at the university he was on the board of. And yet, hearing that Alastor didn't date, that he hadn't pursued relationships, had sparked something deeply insecure in Lucifer.
It was hypocritical, he knew, to only desperately crave something the moment it was taken off the table .
The room seemed to spin around him, the warm glow of the fire blurring into a haze of orange and gold.
He felt unmoored, adrift in a sea of conflicting desires and obligations. Behind him, he heard Alastor shift, the soft rustle of fabric a reminder of his presence.
"Lucifer," Alastor's voice was gentle, tinged with concern. “I think perhaps we should talk about—”
"Not yet," Lucifer interrupted, finally turning to face the younger man. His eyes held a desperate, almost pleading look. "I need…I need you to help me clear my head first. Please."
Understanding dawned in Alastor's eyes, desire and tenderness softening his features. "What do you want to feel?" he asked, taking a step closer.
Lucifer swallowed hard, his voice rough with emotion. "Grounded. Present. Here, with you, without all the noise in my head."
A small smile played at the corners of Alastor's lips as he closed the distance between them. "I can do that," he murmured, reaching out to cup Lucifer's face in his hands. "Let me take care of you."
And as Alastor's lips met his, Lucifer felt the chaotic thoughts begin to recede, replaced by the intoxicating sensation of being wholly with this man.
Alastor's lips were soft but insistent against Lucifer's, coaxing him to relax into the kiss. His hands slid from Lucifer's face to his shoulders, kneading gently as he deepened the kiss.
Lucifer responded eagerly, his own hands coming up to grasp at Alastor's waist, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.
The crackling of the fire provided a soothing backdrop as Alastor slowly guided Lucifer backwards until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the plush sofa near the hearth. With gentle pressure, Alastor eased him down into the seat, never breaking the kiss.
The brunette pulled back slightly, his breath warm against Lucifer's lips. "Close your eyes," he whispered. "Focus on what you feel."
The older man obeyed, his eyelids fluttering shut. He felt Alastor move to kneel at the end of the sofa, grabbing Lucifer by the knees and pulling his legs around the brunette’s slender waist.
The younger man's fingers trailed along his jawline, feather-light touches that sent shivers down Lucifer's spine.
Alastor's lips found the blonde’s once more, but this time the kiss was different. He nipped gently at Lucifer's lower lip, alternating between soft bites and soothing licks.
The sensation was electrifying.
As Alastor's mouth moved to explore the sensitive skin of Lucifer's neck, pushing back the collar of his scarlet sweater. His hands found their way to the base of Lucifer's skull. Blunt nails scratched lightly at the nape of his neck, eliciting a low moan from the older man.
Lucifer's hands, which had been resting on Alastor's hips, now moved restlessly across his back, pulling him closer. He clung to Alastor like an anchor to the moment.
The younger’s clever fingers found their way to Lucifer's ears, tracing the shells before applying gentle pressure to the sensitive spots behind them.
Lucifer gasped softly, his head falling back. Alastor took advantage of the exposed column of his throat, trailing kisses and light nips along the sensitive skin.
"Stay with me," Alastor murmured against his pulse point. "Feel my touch, hear my voice. Nothing else matters right now."
And as Alastor continued his ministrations, Lucifer found the chaotic thoughts in his mind fading away, replaced by the intoxicating sensations of Alastor's touch, the warmth of the fire, and the comforting weight of the younger man against his thighs.
For now, at least, he was grounded, present, and completely lost in the moment.
But the heat from the fire was a mere whisper compared to the heat that radiated between them.
"Red is definitely your color," Alastor murmured, his hands exploring the soft cashmere sweater that still clung to Lucifer's frame.
"Are you sure you don't want to…?" Lucifer began, gesturing vaguely at his sweater. "You know, for easier access."
Alastor chuckled, shaking his head and pressing his lips to Lucifer's ear.
"On the contrary," he whispered, "it's like a present to unwrap later."
The anticipation in those words set Lucifer's heart racing. He couldn't wait to see what Alastor had in store for him.
Their eyes locked as Alastor guided Lucifer to stand, pulling the older man’s back against his chest, their feet sinking into the faux-fur rug before the fire.
"Relax," Alastor breathed into Lucifer's ear, his hands continuing their gentle exploration of the other man's body, fingertips tracing lines and patterns through the soft cashmere. "Just let me take care of you."
In the embrace of Alastor's arms, surrounded by the warmth of the fire and the tenderness of his touch, Lucifer found himself surrendering.
He knew that he was exactly where he needed to be.
Alastor's hands continued their tender exploration, tracing lazy patterns across Lucifer's chest and stomach.
The soft cashmere of the sweater heightened every sensation, sending tingles radiating through Lucifer's body. Alastor's breath was warm against his neck as he placed feather-light kisses along the sensitive skin.
The crackling fire cast a golden glow across the room, its warmth enveloping them like a cocoon. Lucifer leaned back, giving his weight to Alastor's sturdy frame. He could feel the younger man's heartbeat quickening against his back, matching the rising tempo of his own.
Alastor's fingers dipped lower, ghosting over Lucifer's hips and thighs.
The touch was maddeningly light, stoking the flames of desire that burned within him. Lucifer's breath hitched as Alastor's hand brushed teasingly close to his growing arousal before retreating again.
The air between them grew thick with longing.
As the moments stretched on, Lucifer's hips rocked back instinctively, seeking the unmistakable evidence of Alastor's desire pressing against the small of his back.
A low moan escaped Lucifer's lips, the sound swallowed by the quiet of the room.
Alastor's hands tightened their grip on Lucifer's hips, pulling him even closer.
With deliberate slowness, Alastor's fingers found the drawstring of Lucifer's pants. He toyed with it for a moment, his touch teasing and light. Then, with a gentle tug, he loosened the knot.
The soft fabric slipped down Lucifer's legs, pooling at his feet and leaving him exposed to the warm air of the room.
Alastor's hand splayed across Lucifer's bare stomach, his touch both possessive and reverent.
The heat between them intensified, desire building to a fever pitch in the silence, broken only by their ragged breathing and the pop and hiss of the fire.
"Is this what you want?" Alastor whispered, his breath hot against the back of Lucifer's neck. With a deft motion, he lifted the hem of the cashmere sweater just enough to expose Lucifer's hard cock, his other hand reaching around to spread his thighs.
"Y-yes," Lucifer stammered, his voice barely more than a breathless sigh.
He couldn't help but lean into Alastor's touch, craving the intimacy that came from being so completely vulnerable with another person.
"Good, now, get on your knees," Alastor commanded gently, his voice low and husky.Lucifer complied, sinking onto the faux fur rug
"Where did we put the lube?" Alastor murmured against Lucifer's ear, his fingers trailing feather-light touches along his spine.
“You don’t have to…” Lucifer swallowed, unsure if it was Alastor or the fireplace making his face so damn hot. “I, prepped, before we…”
“Oh?” the way the younger’s voice lit with amusement did something to the blonde.
“Y-yes I mean, because, we had plans to, I wasn’t assuming—”
Alastor shut him up in an instant with a hand cupping his jaw.
“Hush, you did well.” The brunette’s velvety voice soothed at his temple, just as Lucifer felt his other hand slide from the hem of his sweater—until those blessedly long fingers sank inside of him.
Lucifer gasped, his hips rolling back to the intrusion as his grip sank into the rug.
Part of him knew that Alastor wasn’t just teasing him—he was testing, making sure Lucifer was ready to take him. And the amount of care nearly made him whine more than his hole being stretched.
"You're such a good, sweet boy, Lucifer," he praised, his voice tinged with affection.
His heart swelled with pride at Alastor's words, craving more of the validation that only Alastor could provide.
With a firm grip, Alastor guided Lucifer forward onto his hands and knees, gently bending him over before taking a moment to admire the sight laid out before him.
As he gazed down at Lucifer's body, Alastor couldn't help but marvel at the trust and vulnerability displayed so openly.
"Thank you for trusting me, Lucifer," Alastor whispered reverently, running his fingertips along the curve of Lucifer's spine, eliciting a shiver of pleasure in response.
"Does this mean you'll hurry up and fuck me?" Lucifer asked, his voice breathless and impatient. He couldn't take it any longer; he needed Alastor inside him, filling him completely.
“My, my, aren't we eager?” Alastor chuckled lowly, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he teased, “You'll get what you want. Just be patient.”
Lucifer huffed, trying to keep his restlessness in check, but it was difficult when all he could think about was the pleasure that awaited him. He could feel Alastor's strong hands on his hips, gripping him firmly and guiding him into position.
As Alastor slicked himself by rutting against Lucifer's prepared hole, the anticipation became nearly unbearable. When he finally pushed his cock inside, Lucifer let out a choked gasp.
It was surreal, being on his hands and knees in front of the fireplace, being fucked by a man half his age. But there was no denying Alastor's power, his strength and control evident in every movement. The way he bunched up Lucifer's sweater and used it le to tug him back onto his cock.
Lucifer could only think of how incredible it was to submit to Alastor, to give himself over so completely to another person.
Alastor's thrusts were deep and measured, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through Lucifer's body. Demanding every ounce of the blonde’s attention.
The older man's fingers curled into the soft fur of the rug, seeking purchase as the younger’s hips snapped forward relentlessly.
Lucifer could feel the heat of the flames on his skin, rivaled only by the scorching touch of Alastor's hands as they roamed his body.
"You're doing so well," Alastor murmured, his voice a low, velvety purr. "Taking me so perfectly."
Lucifer whimpered in response, unable to form coherent words as Alastor's cock struck that perfect spot inside him again and again.
His own neglected prick hung heavy between his legs, dripping precum onto the rug below.
As Alastor's pace increased, Lucifer found himself sinking lower, his chest pressing against the plush wool. The new angle dragged a strangled moan from Lucifer's lips.
"That's it," Alastor encouraged, his fingers digging into the blonde’s hips. "Let me hear you."
Lucifer's world narrowed to the exquisite sensations Alastor was drawing from his body. The stretch and fullness as Alastor's cock plunged into him, the burning pleasure that radiated from his core, the slick sounds of their coupling mingling with the crackling fire—it was all-consuming.
In this moment, there was no room for doubt or insecurity. No space for the worries that had plagued him earlier. There was only Alastor, and the dominating pleasure he provided.
Lucifer caught sight of their reflection in the darkened window. The image was hazy, distorted by the firelight, but unmistakable. He saw himself, flushed and wanton, soft thighs and hips covered with crescent-shaped bruises, being thoroughly claimed by Alastor.
The visual, with a particularly deep thrust from Alastor proved to be Lucifer's undoing. He came with a cry, painting the rug beneath him.
"You're incredible." Alastor breathed, his voice filled with awe and praise. "Coming just from my cock inside you."
Lucifer shuddered through the aftershocks of his orgasm, his body clenching around Alastor's still-hard length.
"Please," he gasped, "don't stop. Keep going. I want to feel you come inside me."
"Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" Alastor teased, though there was clear affection in his tone. He leaned down to press a searing kiss to Lucifer's shoulder.
As Alastor resumed his pace, Lucifer struggled to catch his breath, his body trembling from the intensity of the experience.
He should have gotten the cock ring. But then again, maybe it wouldn't have mattered. With Alastor, every touch felt like electricity, every whisper like a siren song.
“Yes…please…use me.”
Lucifer reveled in the overstimulation and intensity of Alastor's relentless touch. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he couldn't bring himself to care, lost in the torrent of pleasure and desire that each thrust brought.
"Would you like that?" Alastor asked, voice husky and low. "To be my toy? To give me what I need?"
Lucifer's heart pounded in his chest, emotions swirling like a storm within him. He worked through the haze of sensation to nod, barely able to form words.
Alastor leaned over Lucifer's back, pressing hot kisses against his spine. "You want to be my toy, Lucifer? Just for me?"
With a shaky breath, Lucifer nodded again. "Yes, just for you."
"Good," Alastor grinned wickedly, nipping at the tender skin of Lucifer's neck. "Because I don't share my toys."
Lucifer's heart raced, hope kindling within him. He dared to believe that Alastor's words held a promise of something more than just this scene.
"Let me see all of you," Alastor whispered, his voice rough with desire.
Carefully, he peeled the red cashmere sweater off Lucifer, revealing the pale skin beneath. Lucifer shivered under his gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable, but craving the intimacy they were forging together.
"Here," Alastor said, bunching up the discarded sweater and placing it under Lucifer's hips. This new angle allowed Alastor to pin him down against the plush fur rug with a hand between his shoulders.
Alastor's weight settled over Lucifer, pressing him firmly into the plush fur rug. The soft fibers tickled Lucifer's sensitive skin as Alastor covered him completely, chest to back, hips to thighs.
Lucifer reveled in the feeling of being utterly dominated, pinned and helpless beneath the younger man's lean strength.
"Is this what you wanted?" Alastor growled, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear. "To be held down and fucked like this?"
"Yes," Lucifer gasped, his voice muffled by the rug. "Fuck, yes."
Alastor's hips snapped forward, driving his cock deep into Lucifer's willing body.
His spent cock twitched valiantly, trapped between his body and the bunched-up sweater beneath him. The friction of the soft cashmere against his sensitive flesh was exquisite torture, coaxing him slowly back to hardness despite his recent orgasm.
"More," Lucifer pleaded, arching his back as much as he could in his pinned position. "Please, Alastor, mark me again."
A low chuckle rumbled through Alastor's chest. "So greedy," he teased, but there was affection in his tone. "But since you asked so nicely…"
Alastor's teeth grazed the junction of Lucifer's neck and shoulder, sending shivers across his skin. Then, without warning, he bit down hard, sucking a dark bruise into the pale skin.
Lucifer cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure that left him dizzy with want.
"Again," he begged, pushing back against Alastor's relentless thrusts. "Please."
Alastor obliged, peppering Lucifer's shoulders and the back of his neck with bites and kisses. Each mark was a brand, a claim, a reminder that in this moment, Lucifer belonged entirely to Alastor.
The room filled with the sounds—skin against skin, breathless moans, and the steady crackle of the fire.
The scent of sweat and sex.
Lucifer's world narrowed to the points where their bodies connected.
Alastor's cock stretching him open, the weight of the younger man on his back, the sting of fresh marks blooming across his skin.
He felt owned, possessed, cherished in a way he'd never experienced before.
With a swift, fluid motion, Alastor pulled away. Before Lucifer could lament the loss, the younger flipped him onto his back, making him groan as he slid back inside him.
"Look at me," Alastor commanded softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Alastor," Lucifer murmured, wrapping his legs around Alastor's waist, pulling him closer. He could feel every inch of Alastor's lean body against his own, the heat of their skin mingling together as they moved.
"Tell me how it feels," Alastor urged, his lips ghosting over Lucifer's as they shared gentle, all-consuming kisses. His hips continued to drive forward, filling Lucifer completely in the most ordinary, yet intimate, position.
"So good…you're so good to me," Lucifer confessed, his arms encircling Alastor's shoulders.
The words echoed within Lucifer, sending shivers down his spine and igniting a warmth deep inside him.
“I’m yours.”
Alastor's thrusts faltered, his rhythm stuttering at Lucifer's words.
For a moment, the younger man's carefully crafted composure cracked, revealing a flash of vulnerability in his eyes. It was as if he couldn't quite believe what he'd heard, or perhaps he was afraid to.
Lucifer saw the flicker of emotions cross Alastor's face, a the hope and uncertainty that made his own heart ache.
Without hesitation, he reached up, cupping Alastor's face in his hands. His thumbs brushed gently across the younger man's cheekbones.
Lucifer saw the questions in Alastor's gaze, the hesitation, the fear of allowing himself to believe.
The blonde pulled him down, pressing their lips together in a kiss that was slow, deep, and achingly intimate.
It wasn't the frenzied, passionate kisses they'd shared before. This was something different, something more.
Lucifer poured everything he felt into that kiss
He tasted the salt of sweat on Alastor's lips, breathed in the scent of his skin, felt the rapid beating of Alastor's heart against his own chest.
Alastor responded in kind, his lips moving against Lucifer's with an affection that belied his earlier intensity. His hands, which had been gripping Lucifer's hips, now moved to caress his sides, fingers tracing patterns on heated skin.
When they finally broke apart, both men were breathless. Alastor rested his forehead against Lucifer's, their noses brushing.
For a moment, they simply breathed together, sharing the same air, existing in the same space.
Then, with deliberate slowness, Alastor began to move again. His thrusts were unhurried, each one deep and purposeful. He rolled his hips in a steady tempo, bringing out every sensation, making Lucifer feel every inch of him.
The older man gasped, his back arching off the rug. The change of pace was exquisite torture, building pleasure in a slow, inexorable wave. He could feel every drag of Alastor's cock inside him, every brush against his prostate sending sparks of pleasure through his body.
Shadows played across Alastor's face, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones, the curve of his lips. Lucifer drank in the sight, committing every detail to memory.
Lucifer's legs tightened around Alastor's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. His hands roamed across Alastor's back.
"Promise me something, Lucifer," Alastor said softly, his breath warm against Lucifer's ear. “This won't be our last night together.”
“I promise,” Lucifer vowed, clutching to the younger man. “We'll find a way to make it work, no matter what.”
Lucifer could feel the younger man's muscles tensing, his breathing growing ragged. He knew Alastor was close.
"I want to feel you come inside me," Lucifer whispered, running his fingers through Alastor's hair.
With a low groan, Alastor buried himself deep inside Lucifer.
The older man gasped as he felt Alastor's cock pulse, flooding him with warmth. The sensation of being filled, coupled with the look of pure bliss on Alastor's face, pushed Lucifer over the edge once more.
Less intense, but no less satisfying.
Lucifer's body trembled, his inner walls clenching around Alastor's still-hard length. He clung to the younger man, riding out the aftershocks as pleasure coursed through every nerve.
As their breathing slowly returned to normal, neither made a move to separate. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over their entwined forms.
Lucifer reveled in the weight of Alastor's body on top of him, the way their sweat-slicked skin stuck together.
He could feel Alastor's heartbeat against his chest, gradually slowing to match his own.
Alastor nuzzled into the crook of Lucifer's neck, placing gentle kisses along the marks he'd left earlier.
Lucifer's hands roamed over Alastor's back, mapping the contours of his muscles, the dip of his spine. He marveled at how perfectly they fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle finally united.
The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their shared pleasure. Lucifer felt more content, more at peace than he had in years.
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The morning light filtered through the bare branches, casting long shadows across the sodden carpet of fallen leaves. Where pristine white snow had blanketed the landscape just days ago, now only patches of dirty slush remained.
The chalet stood proud amidst the stark beauty, its warm wooden exterior a stark contrast to the bare forest. Only the evergreens retained their vibrant colors, stoic sentinels guarding against the encroaching winter.
Inside, Lucifer leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom, watching Alastor methodically fold his clothes and place them in his suitcase. The younger man's efficiency both impressed and saddened him.
Each item packed was another step closer to goodbye.
"You know," Lucifer said, his voice tinged with forced lightness, "I'm beginning to think I might be a bit clingy."
Alastor paused, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Oh? What gives you that impression?"
"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps it's the way I've been hovering around you all morning." Lucifer chuckled, running a hand through his golden hair.
"I hadn't noticed," Alastor replied, his tone teasing. He resumed his packing, but Lucifer didn't miss the pleased glint in his eyes.
The older man’s heart clenched.
He wanted to reach out, to pull Alastor close and beg him to stay. But he knew that wasn't fair. The kids had to return to college. Their classes started tomorrow.
This idyllic bubble they'd created couldn't last forever.
"It's going to be awfully quiet around here without you all," Lucifer admitted, hating how he sounded.
Alastor zipped up his suitcase and turned to face Lucifer fully. "Well," he said, his voice low and rich, "I suppose you'll just have to find ways to occupy yourself until I can come up here again."
Lucifer's breath caught at the promise in those words. He stepped forward, drawn inexorably into Alastor's orbit.
"I'm sure I can think of a few ideas," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Alastor's.
Lucifer's hand reached out, fingers brushing Alastor's arm.
His voice wavered slightly as he asked, "So this, isn’t really good bye, is it?"
Alastor's expression softened, a rare genuine smile replacing his usual smirk. He placed his hand over Lucifer's, squeezing gently. "My dear, you couldn't keep me away if you tried."
Relief flooded through Lucifer, but he needed more. "You promise?"
"I promise," Alastor said firmly. He pulled Lucifer closer, their foreheads almost touching. "I'll visit on weekends when Charlie isn't here. We'll make time for each other."
Lucifer closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of Alastor's proximity. "I'll hold you to that," he whispered.
"I expect nothing less," Alastor chuckled, his breath ghosting over Lucifer's lips. "After all, I find myself quite…attached to you as well."
Lucifer's heart soared at the admission.
The blonde sighed, reluctantly pulling back from Alastor's embrace. "Good," he said softly, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips. "I know, I mean, we both know this has to stay secret, though."
Alastor's eyes narrowed slightly. "Ah yes, discretion is the better part of valor, as they say," he replied, his tone light but with an undercurrent of resignation.
"I don’t like it either," Lucifer admitted, running a hand through his hair. "But I’m on the board at your school, Alastor." He paced the room, his agitation evident in every step. “You can see why this would, cause issues, in our circles?”
Alastor watched him, head tilted in curiosity. "I take it there's more to this than mere social standing?"
Lucifer stopped, turning to face Alastor with a pained expression. "It's Charlie," he said softly. "I mean, the way people talk about her being my daughter."
"How do you mean?" Alastor prompted, his interest piqued.
"They whisper," Lucifer explained, his voice tight with frustration. "They say she bought her way in, that she doesn't deserve her place at the school. As if my brilliant, talented daughter needs any help from me to succeed."
Alastor's eyes flashed dangerously. "Fools," he muttered. "Anyone with half a brain can see Charlie's potential."
Lucifer nodded, a proud smile briefly replacing his frown. "But that's the curse of being a Morningstar. People see the name…and they doubt."
Lucifer's expression darkened further as he approached Alastor, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"And for you, it would be infinitely worse. The vultures would circle, whispering that you're only with me to climb the ladder. They'd question your every achievement, your every success."
A mischievous glint appeared in Alastor's eyes, his grin widening.
He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Oh, but darling, little do they know..." His hand trailed down Lucifer's chest teasingly. "You're the one climbing me."
Lucifer's eyes widened, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. He sputtered at Alastor's brazen comment. "I…you…that's not…"
Alastor threw his head back and laughed.
"My, my," he purred, "I do so enjoy seeing you all flustered, darling."
Lucifer struggled to regain his dignity, adjusting his collar and clearing his throat.
"You're incorrigible," he muttered, but there was no real heat in his words. Despite himself, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Alastor's playful demeanor shifted, his smile faltering for a moment as he searched Lucifer's face.
The change was subtle, but the blonde noticed immediately.
"Lucifer," Alastor began, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "This secrecy, it's not because you're…embarrassed to be seen with me?"
Lucifer's heart clenched at the uncertainty in Alastor's voice. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the younger man and pulling him close.
"How could I ever be ashamed of you?"
Alastor relaxed slightly in Lucifer's embrace, but remained silent, waiting.
"If I had my way," Lucifer continued, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on Alastor's back, "I'd have you on my arm at every tedious charity gala, every mind-numbing event. I'd show you off to the world."
A low chuckle rumbled through Alastor's chest. "Even the boring ones?" he teased, some of his usual spark returning.
"Especially the boring ones," Lucifer affirmed. "You'd make them infinitely more bearable."
Alastor pulled back slightly, a genuine smile replacing his earlier uncertainty. He cupped Lucifer's face in his hands, studying him for a moment before leaning in to press a tender kiss to his lips.
Lucifer's fingers tightened in the fabric of Alastor's shirt.
"I hate that you felt you had to ask that," Lucifer whispered, his voice barely audible. "You deserve so much better than that. It kills me to think I've made you doubt yourself."
Alastor's expression softened, his eyes searching Lucifer's face. He brought a hand up to gently caress the blonde's cheek, his thumb tracing the worry lines etched there.
"Darling," Alastor began, his voice low and soothing, "we don't need to fret about this right away, do we?"
He chuckled, a rich, warm sound that seemed to fill the room.
"Not that I would know. My experience is, shall we say, limited?"
Lucifer couldn't help but smile at Alastor's self-deprecating humor—a new side to him, compared to his confidence.
Alastor leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Lucifer's forehead. The gentle gesture, so at odds with Alastor's usual sharp tongue and calculated movements, made Lucifer's heart skip a beat.
"But isn't that what relationships are about?" Alastor mused, his breath warm against Lucifer's skin. "Being…open with each other? About new things?"
As he spoke, Alastor's fingers trailed down Lucifer's arm, intertwining their hands.
He pulled back slightly, meeting Lucifer's gaze with a mischievous glint in his eye. "And in the meantime, well…I rather enjoy the thrill of our little secret. The stolen glances across crowded rooms, the brush of hands when no one's looking. It's exciting, don't you think?"
Lucifer laughed, the tension in his shoulders easing. "You make it sound like a delightful little tryst," he said, shaking his head fondly.
Alastor's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Why not make it fun?" he suggested, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "A shared secret between us, exchanging glances across a crowded room…clandestine rendezvous in forgotten corners of the campus."
Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head. "Who would have thought, Alastor has a flair for the dramatic.”
"Me, dramatic? Perish the thought," Alastor said, his grin widening. "Stolen kisses behind shelves in the rare books section. Hushed conversations in empty classrooms, always with one ear tuned for approaching footsteps."
He stepped closer to Lucifer, his voice dropping to a sultry purr.
"The thrill of almost being caught, hearts racing, pulses pounding. Every moment becomes an adventure, every touch electric with the knowledge that it's forbidden."
Lucifer's breath caught at the images Alastor was painting. He could almost feel the adrenaline rush—making feel like a damn teenager again.
Alastor's expression softened slightly, his hand coming up to cup Lucifer's cheek. "And at the end of the day, after all the games and secrets and thrilling near-misses," he murmured, "we come home to each other. No pretenses, no hiding."
He leaned in, his forehead resting against Lucifer's.
"So long as we always come home to each other," Alastor whispered, "what's the harm in keeping a secret?”
“A tantalizing little love affair, huh?” Lucifer leaned up to Alastor, his eyes closing as he nodded. “Just for now.”
Alastor’s lips were on his in agreement, and Lucifer’s arms were finding their way around his shoulders, considering making the younger late for the stat of classes tomorrow—
A sharp honk pierced the air, shattering the intimate moment. Lucifer's head snapped toward the sound, his hands reluctantly falling from Alastor's face.
Through the window, he could see Charlie and Vaggie in the car, packed and ready to go.
"Ah," Alastor said, a wry smile twisting his lips. "It seems our time is up, my dear."
Lucifer's heart clenched as he followed Alastor to the front door, each step feeling heavier than the last.
He lingered in the doorway, unable to bring himself to fully cross the threshold. The chill late-autumn air nipped at his skin, but it was nothing compared to the cold dread settling in his stomach.
"I guess…this is goodbye," Lucifer murmured, his voice catching slightly on the last word. He cursed inwardly at how desperate he was to cling to these last few moments.
Alastor turned back, his hazel eyes softening as they met Lucifer's.
"Just for now," he assured, his voice low and warm. He took a step towards the car, then paused, as if torn between staying and going.
Lucifer watched, his chest tight, as Alastor hesitated. Part of him wanted to reach out, to pull Alastor back into his arms and never let go. But he knew he couldn't. He had to let him go, had to trust that this wouldn't be the end.
Suddenly, Alastor spun on his heel, a mischievous glint in his eye. He strode back to Lucifer with purpose.
Charlie and Vaggie watched from the car, their eyes widening as Alastor reached out, grasping Lucifer's sweater in his slender fingers.
"One last thing," Alastor purred, pulling Lucifer close.
Before Lucifer could react, Alastor's lips were on his, passionate and unrestrained.
The kiss was deep, almost defiant in its openness.
Lucifer's surprise melted away as he returned the kiss, his arms instinctively wrapping around Alastor's waist.
As they parted, Lucifer couldn't help the wide smile that spread across his face. All previous doubts temporarily forgotten.
He caught sight of Charlie in the car, grinning from ear to ear.
Alastor, seemingly unfazed by the audience, simply brushed off Charlie's reaction with a casual wave of his hand as he sauntered back to the vehicle.
"Until next time, darling," Alastor called over his shoulder, his voice tinged with promise.
Lucifer stood rooted to the spot, watching as Vaggie started the engine and began to drive away. His fingers unconsciously traced his lips, still tingling from Alastor's kiss.
As the car disappeared down the winding road, Lucifer's smile softened into something more wistful.
"Until next time," he whispered to himself, already counting the days.
As Lucifer turned to walk back into the chalet, his mind lingered on Alastor.
He absently rubbed his neck, feeling the slight tenderness of a hidden mark beneath his collar. A shiver of pleasure ran through him as he recalled how it got there.
"Damn that man," Lucifer muttered, a mixture of fondness and frustration in his voice. He paused at the threshold, glancing back at the now-empty driveway.
His thoughts drifted to their next encounter, wondering if the bruises would still be visible. His fingers ghosted over the various marks Alastor had left on his skin. Part of him hoped they would be, a secret reminder of their passionate weekend.
But another part of him—a more possessive, hungry part—wished for them to fade.
"If they're gone," Lucifer smirked, "I'll just have to make sure he gives me new ones."
He chuckled to himself, imagining Alastor's reaction to such a request.
"Oh, the things you do to me," Lucifer sighed, finally stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
No one talks about stockholm syndrome with samifer enough....
Hc that the hallucinations of Lucifer aren't actually hallucinations and actually his grace seeping out through the cracks in the bars to get to Sam.
So after a few months, worming out slowly, either he gets someone to release him or tricks Sam into freeing him so "they can be together"
Lucifer getting out of the cage.
Opening his arms for the other and Sam just hesitantly falls into it. He knows it's wrong, that he shouldn't, but he loves Lucifer. And Lucifer loves him.
"Sammy! Get away from him!"
"I have a name you know? God Sam didn't tell them I was coming babe?" Sam tries to argue he didn't know that he was getting out. "Oh.. you didn't tell them? All that grace I pumped into you in the cage... Kept me pretty sat in your grapefruit kid. Not the only forbidden fruit I was after though" hands traveling down his back and dipping slightly into the pockets of his jeans to grip at Sam's ass UGH..
Sam kissing Lucifer and it's desperate and needy, clinging to him and crying. Dean thinks that Sam is under a spell or something, but in all reality the only spell is the sickly sweet, toxic love Lucifer gives him.
Nick "Lucifer" Morningstar had lost his wife and child to a criminal, he had no one. He expected to remain alone for the rest of his life.
Sam Winchester left behind his brother and father to study at Stanford and started to work at the local bar. He had no one, his father made it clear. He’s also been drug free for a few months. He expected to find someone after his studies but doesn’t get helpful.
Funny how things turn out.
My AU Fanfic Of Samifer...it’s not all that good and I had to use a template because I still have the primitive Paint...Yeah. So, technically my first time making one of these, sorry if some of the pic quality isn’t good.
I was gonna go for a Sabriel one but it’s hard to find the right pictures for what I wanted So I might have to do something different for it..If I do decide to do one.
Summary: Sam's convinced he's cursed. Every time he gets romantically interested in someone they up and die or leave him to flee to the other side of the world. Dean thinks he's a moron for thinking that. But what does Dean know? Nowadays he's got Cas while Sam's stuck treading water, working too much, struggling financially, and trying to make his cat stay indoors. (Good luck with that.) But who is he to complain? He's got a good life. He's happy. No, really. He is. Seriously. So what if he forgets to eat sometimes and sleep doesn't come as it should. Dean should stop worrying because he isn't depressed. He isn't. He's fine. He would have continued to be very much "fine thank you" if it wasn't for that blond man with the cold blue hooded eyes outside of the pet store that rudely threw his world for a loop.
Lucifer isn't a fan of people or the human race in general. Since his best friend left to backpack around the world he's alone and he likes it that way. If people just leave him be he's content. Or so he tells himself. But then there's the cat that comes to visit whether he wants it or not. He can live with that, he supposes. That tall beautiful stranger on the other hand? A man can go mad for less.
Incomplete (not abandoned, just updated after long hiatus. Don’t know how long updates will be)
I have no problem with al being a bottom, I just have a hard time with bottom king lucifer as a top. May I have examples to try and see your side?
Exhibit A:
Dat smirk.
Exhibit B:
Soft Top Lucifer
Exhibit C:
Demon Top Lucifer
Exhibit C:
That sexy shoulder bop
Exhibit D:
Look at this guy.
Exhibit E:
Obvious one.
Exhibit F:
I just wanted to post this one cuz I like his smirky little face.
LOL no, seriously though, there's no specific way a character has to act or behave to be deemed a top, bottom or switch. It's a preferred sexual position that isn't dependent on outside factors, it's just what a person enjoys, and what the reader/viewer wants that character to be. That's essentially what it is. It's not based on logic, it's based on what position the fan prefers for them to be in.
Lucifer could do his sexy little shoulder bop and still be a bottom. He can give the most suave, seductive smirk and still be a bottom. It's different for everyone.
But as for why I like top!Lucifer, here are a few reasons:
A) I really like it when shorties top. So often, in almost all fandoms I've been in, the default for a popular ship is the shorter one bottoming and the taller one topping. As a shortie myself, I just...ugh, I get so tired of it. Especially since the bottom is typically softened, UwU-ified, and turned into this delicate little flower. Bringing personal feelings into this, I've been very short and very thin all my life. I've literally been described as "delicate" before, and as someone who enjoys sports, running around, and is just a loud, rough and tumble person by nature, I absolutely hate it. It's given me a lot of mental and emotional issues, and a lot of the treatment and comments I've gotten has made me feel belittled, vulnerable, and weak. So, while being a bottom doesn't mean you're any of those things, short characters have been treated like that for a majority of the fandoms I've been in, no matter what their personality, stature, behaviors, or attitude was, and seeing it brings out of love of dark and negative feelings that I'd rather not re-live when I'm trying to enjoy myself in fandom. (Which is another reason why I dislike so much bottom!Lucifer because he's so often softened down and turned into this naive, dare I say, helpless little lamb. The moment Alastor overpowers him or easily manipulates him into a deal, I am outta there.)
B) Lucifer has that top energy. Can't explain it. He just does. To be clear, I don't see him exclusively as a top. He's a switch. But I do headcanon Alastor as exclusively a bottom, so in any radioapple relationship I write or draw, Lucifer will top.
and C) the most important reason: I like seeing Alastor get railed.
Alastor bottoms in all the ships I have for him and Lucifer is no exception. Besides, I find a lot of versatility and potential in Lucifer being with/fucking a sinner, especially considering his distaste of them. Makes for a good hate-fucking scenario, or a very emotional and in-depth character deep dive of him coming to terms with his own bias and internalized hatred of them and finding love and companionship in one of the very people he despised. That's some delicious mental turmoil and the perfect opportunity for character development.
(LOL there's a lot of talk of Alastor not bottoming because of his ego, and yet nobody considers that maybe Lucifer wouldn't bottom for Alastor because he's a sinner. He is the embodiment of pride after all. So, combining that with his disdain for sinners, would he really "stoop" so low as to let one of them fuck him? Food for thought).
But seriously though, when it comes down to it, I just like Alastor bottoming and Lucifer topping. Yes, bottom!Lucifer and top!Alastor has been soured for me due to popular fandom depictions of it, but even before those were popular, I simply preferred Alastor bottoming. I enjoy it more, not just for his character, but just...because. I just do.
Thing is, I don't think there has to be a list of reasons for why you prefer a character topping, bottoming, or switching. People are allowed to do whatever they want with these characters. It's fandom. This is a playground. We don't have to have a reason, we're just here to have fun.
If you can't see Lucifer as a top, Anon, that is a-okay 👍👍Thanks for asking for a different perspective though, it's always awesome when a person seeks to understand someone else's point of view. I don't know how well of a different perspective I offered, though. I have a hard time answering questions like these bcuz they just don't make a lot of sense to me. It's hard to say why I like something when I just...do. I just vibe with it.
To boil it all down, my examples/answers are all based on what I like and how I feel. I like bottom!Alastor cuz I enjoy it. I like top!Lucifer because I love seeing Alastor get railed - especially by a big, powerful demon king. Very yummy.
Also, LOL, considering Alastor is exclusively a bottom to me, anyone I do ship him with will automatically be the top, regardless of who they are XD So I guess that's an important factor to consider too 😂
I don't know how well I did with answering this, but I do want you to get the perspective you were looking for, so! My fellow bottom!Alastor truthers who are reading this, drop why you like bottom!Alastor in the comments below for our lovely Anon!
Post-cage Sam loving the feeling of being stretched by Deans thick cock. It hurts but the pain makes it better. Helps to forget Lucifer and his touches
It's my headcanon that Lucifer or more specifically Nick and thus Lucifer in the vessel we see has a smallish dick (something something overcompensation and such).
So yeah, I think Sam would need and want the stretch of Dean's dick, it would remind him that this is real because Lucifer was never able to quite mimick it right.
