#obey me second person

[justaweasel]

I always imagine MC getting summoned into the Devildom in different ways at the start of the game, but this one has STUCK so I'm screaming into the void to get it out of my personal void

You had just finished with your little project. For some reason, you had wanted to create a piñata. It was a fun little project and after you could destroy your creation in a plethora of ways. It'd be almost therapeutic.

As you got up to wash your hands of the weird flour (can be too glue btw) , water mixture. For the split second that you blinked, you had blipped into an entirely different room. You looked around, obviously confused. There were a few men there, in a weird court-like room. You wanted to rub your eyes to make sure what you were seeing was really true, but refrained from doing so due to.. the state of your hands.

Wait.

Your hands...

You looked down and then up again, down, up, down, up. You saw the look on their faces. Some confused, some flustered, some amused, and others completely indifferent. In a rush you had tried to explain yourself.

"This is papier-mâché, this is papier-mâché, this is papermache, thisispapermache, thisipapermache!" Your words sort of blended together as you frantically tried to justify the.. that on your hands. The man on the highest chair, the red-headed one, chuckled and raised his hand to silence you.

There's probably more that'll pop into my head, but that's all for now :3

(Just imagine Asmo ribbing you later when you make a pact.

"Was that reeeeaaallly papier-mâché?"

"Shut up.")

[irishmammonagenda]

hii , do you mind doing diavolo x m!court jester reader?

i saw a post with a king x jester trope and i could not get it out of my head 😭 it can be headcanons or a short drabble, wtv you want!!

hihi! this is such an interesting thingy to write and i apologise for taking a while to write it, writing male characters is fun but lowkey kind of hard for me😔✊

i also dont know what jesters do and my knowledge is watching horrible histories when i was younger so this is widely inaccurate heehee

no but fr i think in another universe diavolo would be a jester tbh

dividers by @/ioveartfilm

grma for requesting <3!!!!

Funny Funny (I'm in love with you.) Diavolo X M!Court Jester Reader

He laughs at your jokes like a man on crack

You're his favourite employee in the castle and your room is right beside his chambers (he made sure of it)

You sneak into his room for sleepovers sometimes. Barbatos has given up on propriety.

The Little Ds help you with your super cool jester preformances. They're surprisingly good at dancing and balancing plates.

You use the Little Ds as juggling balls sometimes.

Diavolo has promoted you as much as possible, bro atp people think you're a consort instead of court jester.

like they will full on go up to you to pitch ideas or put in a good word for Diavolo since he'll listen to you.

Barbatos also forces you to tell Diavolo news that'll make him angry or upset since he takes it a lot better coming from you.

Unrelated but you'd 100% be friends with Solomon and Thirteen. Which is awkward when theyre in the same room together.

Apart from Barbatos and Lucifer occassionally disciplining you, you are untouchable.

"Your Heighness...." A noble bows in front of Diavolo's throne. Why that scumbag had requested an audience with the Demon Prince, you had no idea. Technically you weren't even supposed to be listening in, but no one had noticed you on the chandelier yet so that was their problem.

And your problem when Barbatos eventually found out. Said Demon standing beside Diavolo's throne.

You watch as Diavolo nods along, uncharacteristically serious. "What do you need?"

"Well...I believe if we stopped trading pickles to the humans it would be a lot less daunting to create them-"

You blink. What the fuck. Bro requested an audience for this? Damn, this was so unserious it was good material for your next stand up routine.

You watch from overhead as Diavolo blinks, his wings stiffening ever so slightly, the crimson-haired prince raises an eyebrow. "You want to stop trading pickles to the Human Realm?"

"Yes, My Lord." The noble responds earnestly.

"No."

The demon blinks, astounded.

"Excuse me, may I ask you repeat that, my Lord?"

"No. Human's love pickles. They're our main traders. It'd sour relations even more." Diavolo says, you watch as Barbatos takes a deep breath, and as the Demon Prince begins to get annoyed.

You stiffle a laugh at the noble squandering, which leads to your downfall as you move your hands over your mouth, taking them off of your jester hat.

Which falls.

All the way down to the ground.

The bells on the hat jingle.

Barbatos' eyes are trained on you like a hawk. So are Diavolo's, but his eyes are more of an excited child on christmas than anything else.

The noble's eyes widen.

"Sup?" You grin awkwardly. The noble, sensing a way out of this pickle debate uses this as an excuse to say his goodbyes and leave.

Diavolo doesn't even notice. Barbatos just shakes his head ever so slightly.

"That guy was in a real pickle...!...Haha...right guys?" You laugh awkwardly, and despite the fact you're not funny at all, the Prince cackles like it was the best stand up routine he'd ever heard in his life.

You were currently at a banquet talking to the Little D's about your next juggling stunt when a demon approached you.

"Hello." She smiles, her red lips glossy.

"Sup."

"Well, I was wondering if I could ask a favour or two....." She looks hesitant but composed.

You nods your head, the bells on your hat jingling. You're convinced Diavolo put them on there to serve as some sort of cat bell.

"Well....I had an idea for expanding our trades of magical herbs to human world Alaska...since a few witches have been living on quote on quote 'lesbian cottages' there."

You whistle. "Damn. Do they have huskies?"

"A lot of them, from what I hear." She nods, her tail wrapping around her leg absentmindedly. "Could you put in good word for Lord Diavolo for me?"

"Sure?" You tilt your head, the bells jingle slightly.

The demon grins, "Thanks he'll listen to you more thoroughly!"

Little D No.2 pops out from your breast pocket. "That's because everyone thinks you two are gay for eachother."

You yank him out of there. "Go annoy Mammon."

"Sir yes sir!"

At this point you should be the Avatar of Pride.

"Sire. I'm telling you. He just stabbed several upper class demons with a rusty spoon!" The demon knight urges Diavolo, who isn't even looking at him.

"You expect me to believe that?" Diavolo tilts his head. You nod vigorously from where you're covered in entrails and holding a rusty spoon in your hands. "MC wouldn't hurt a fly."

The knight looks from you to him with a lax jaw.

What.

The.

Fuck.

That knight's putting his two weeks in now icl.

^^ idea from that one person on tiktok (sirleoninsunglasses) i cant get it out of my head.

can you tell im a merlin fan.

gang idk what noble people talk about i made these discussions up as i went along but i can assure you that pickle trading and lesbian witches in alaska are actually the only thing nobles talked about in history i pinky promise

[forcedhesitation]

why should it just be steve who has all the torturous purgatory realm fun?

[this-is-mimosa]

which lucifer morningstar is your fav?

[solomonssock]

The Art of Reassurance and Reframing

My "agenda"? My "aim", you ask? Well, Asmodeus. It's always Asmodeus.

Pairing: gn!reader x Asmodeus (every brother’s closeness with you is expressed, but it’s princess Mo’s golden hour <3; no established relationship, yet, but confessions take place)

TW: some theatrics, slight suggestive content, some clinginess, toe shoe slander, snippet of Asmodeus baby talk (I cry from laughter when he does this to Belphegor in game), some possessiveness and jealously, some hurt/comfort, mentions of violence, brief use of pact, uhh I think that’s it! If anything is missing, let me know. Ty!

Word count: ~4,800

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It was nice meeting you. I had a really good time! Be safe heading home :-)

You send the text before setting your phone onto the counter, careful to avoid the small puddle forming as water droplets drip down your jacket sleeve. As much fun as your date had been tonight, the downpour had cut your plans short. You're home much earlier than you anticipated and admittedly, a little bummed out. You had been pretty excited to scope out the pastry shop they swore was one of, if not the best, in your area.

It's too bad, you think, as you shrug off your jacket.

You hang it onto the back of a nearby chair to dry, pointedly ignoring any mess that might be accumulating on the floor in favor of changing into drier clothes.

You grab your phone before heading into your room. As you plug it in to charge, a notification pops up that causes you to smile and shake your head softly.

Home safe! Thanks for coming out with me, I really had a good time. And if it's not weird or anything, I would like to hang out again! We can go to the cafe I mentioned, and maybe you can show me a place you like?

Ah! Sorry to text you if you never planned on seeing me again, that's totally fine! You were just...a lot cooler than I expected

Your friend gave you a head's up about your date's social anxiety, but that didn't trouble you at all. In fact, they were quite charming once they stepped out of their shell. Never had you met someone so devoted to the art of restoring furniture that they upholstered nearly every piece in their home. Even going so far as to woodwork new legs for the pieces they had collected when dumpster diving. It was cute how passionate they got about their interests, and how intently they had listened to yours. You haven't had a conversation like that in some time, not since...

You snort to yourself, lips curling upwards as Leviathan comes to mind.

Sounds like a plan, I'm already thinking of a place or two I'd love to show you. I'll let you know when I'm free next week!

You send the text back in record time, not giving them a chance to spiral into a bout of overthinking. You'd mastered the art of reassurance and reframing during your time in the Devildom.

Your eyes flicker over to the clock and you sigh through your nose. You still have about another two hours before one of the brothers will check in with you. You suppose while you wait in the meantime, you could watch a movie or mess around with the games still downloaded on your D.D.D.

You walk over to your dresser, pulling out a pair of pajamas to change into. Once you're finished, you throw your damp clothes into the hamper and move to open your sock drawer. Although it serves little use here, your D.D.D. can still send and receive calls and texts. This little blessing, however, soon became a point of contention during your first week back.

You rub at your temples as you recall how your D.D.D. began to ring at odd hours with creative excuses as to why it was absolutely necessary for you to pick up the phone at four in the morning.

"Wait, wait, don't hang up! C'mon human, you're my lucky charm. Ya gotta tell me what I should call, red or black? I got 10,000 grimm riding on roulette, but no pressure! Go with yer gut."

"What?! No! You can't go yet! I haven't even told you about what happened to Mammon when Solomon and I caught him trying to pawn off one of his tools! Oh, won't you stay on a bit longer with me? You don't have Devilgram out there, so how else am I supposed to keep you updated on all things Mo?"

"H-hey, you can't go to sleep now! I've been trying to plan out my panel attendance order for the convention, but no one gets how important the sequence is like you do! S-speaking of events I need your opinion because there’s a TSL group meeting on Saturday, but the Dreaddit House of Sorrow Fanclub Meetup is scheduled at the same time. So now I don’t know if -"

"I was eating a burger and thought of you...are you making sure to eat over there? Ah, good I'm glad. Oh, that sound? No, it's just my stomach. I got hungry thinking of the human realm food you've been sending pictures of. Could you send a recipe or two? Satan promised to recreate some if I stay away from the cat food he hides in his room. Yeah, I tried it. Hmm, it was actually pretty tasty."

"If you fall asleep on me now, I'll just have to visit you in your dreams. Who cares if I'm yawning? I'm always yawning. I want to talk to you, so tell me about your day. A botanical garden at night? Was it as nice as ours? Just different...hm, I guess it wouldn't be too bad if I got to see it with you. Human world fireflies don't suck up light, right? Then what do they eat?"

"Don't worry, I took care of Mammon; he won't be calling you anymore tonight. Oh, I didn't harm him, we just had a talk. No, no, I'm not upset anymore. Speaking with you calms me down. Are you enjoying the book I sent you? I'm relieved to hear it. What do I think? Well...I find myself thinking of the lead often. They sit by the ocean every day, at the same time, waiting for their lover to return. After 5 years, it seems illogical to believe they'll just appear one day. Yet, I think I've come to understand that sort of irrational thinking. Ah, what am I doing? I'm just as bad as Mammon. You're tired; I'll take my leave."

"I've handled the matter, so please get some rest. How did they take it? Hmph, surprisingly well when they realized how they've exhausted your patience. I sound tired? Your patience is not the only one which has been exhausted this week. Yes, things have been going well. Diavolo remarked earlier this evening that the Devildom has dimmed in your absence; I am inclined to agree with him."

To preserve peace within Lamentation and give you breathing room, Lucifer forbade his brothers from contacting you at unreasonable hours or at unreasonable rates. With your input, he established a strict calling schedule: three nights a week set aside for a private call with one of the seven brothers.

But not a day has gone by without someone messaging you. Even Solomon continues to contact you through your D.D.D. despite having your human world number.

He had caught you by surprise earlier, calling you while you and your date were halfway through dinner. Although the timing wasn't ideal, you should have expected it. You haven't checked your D.D.D. all day and someone was bound to over speculate the reason why.

You pull the device out from under the socks you've tucked it between for safe keeping and raise a brow in concern as the screen turns on.

A stack of messages from the group chats is nothing out of the ordinary. But 16 texts from Asmodeus alone is a bit excessive.

Heeey!!

C'mon cutie, don't ignore me

Ugh, you don't have your D.D.D. on you, do you?

I can't stand it! Answer me as soon as you get back!

I hate that you're so far!! I'm so worked up that I walked all the way up to your bedroom door before I remembered you're not here...

I was so gonna scold you!

You know more than anyone I hate being neglected like this, especially by you <3

It's no fair! If you don't answer me, I'm gonna barge into the castle and demand they let me go check on you.

Ok, I'm totally bluffing. There's no way Lucifer would let me reach the castle to ask Diavolo anyway!

But, it's my job to protect you...

I mean a little punishment wouldn't be too bad, right? It sounds kind of exciting!

Aren't you honored a beauty like me would risk it all for you?

We finished dinner and now I'm tucked into bed, but I'm freezing under the covers without you beside me to keep me warm.

What am I supposed to do, MC? My most precious person won't acknowledge me, I'm heartbroken...

You have to take responsibility for this!

I miss your voice.

You roll your eyes at his theatrics but can't stop the smile that tugs at your lips. Asmodeus could be frustrating at times, but you miss him.

You chuckle as you recall countless memories of him barging into your room, insistent on spending his allotted quality time with you. How if you couldn't indulge him right away, he'd lounge on your bed, scrolling through his D.D.D. until you were done studying.

He could be even worse than Mammon when the mood struck, but you can't deny the pride that puffs up in your chest as you acknowledge how content he is just to be in your company. It feeds your insatiable heart, gluttonous for the selfish satisfaction that thrums in your veins whenever you hold his attention.

You feel it coursing through you now as you reminisce about late-night cuddles shared beneath his room's rosy canopy, face mask slipping off as you laugh uncontrollably at his nightly facial exercise routine. You reminisce about the way he'd cling to you as you walked to and from school and how he would hang off your arm, fingers pressed against plush lips, when he couldn't hold back his laughter.

If you picture it for long enough, you can still feel the phantom touch of his hugs. Lithe arms embracing you, pressing your body against his as his head comes to rest into the crook of your shoulder...

You sigh, dragging a hand down your face.

Ok. You really miss him.

Warmth blossoms in your chest as your eyes scan over the texts again. Even realms apart, he still makes you feel adored.

I'm not ignoring you, Mo. I was just busy today. Are you doing alright?

No sooner than you send the text, a call comes in. You click to accept it before holding the receiver up to your ear.

"Hey Mo, wha-"

"You love me, don't you?!"

You pause for a moment, trying not to laugh as his petulant tone crackles through.

"Course I do."

"Then, where were you all day? No one could get a hold of you, and you wouldn't answer anyone's texts. I mean I get it when it comes to the others, but to not answer my texts! How could you?" You can hear him shuffling around, a slight splash of water following the movement.

"Asmodeus, are you taking this call from your bath?" You feel his sigh roll through the receiver, puffing up against your skin.

"Don't try to change the subject. You're the reason I'm in here, you know? Stress damages the skin! I had to calm down somehow." Continuous splashing only accentuates the image of him building in your mind, frantically gesturing at you before crossing his arms with a pout.

"I'm sorry I got you all worked up. How can I make it up to the lovely princess Mo?" You bite your lip as his infectious giggle tinkles in your ear.

"Well," his tone turns coquettish, "you could start by telling me what you're wearing?"  The question drags an exaggerated groan out of you, but it's all in good humor.

"Are you aware of how insufferable you can be?"

"Yes," he gloats, "but that's when you admire me most!" A stupid grin plasters itself to your face, one you picture him to be wearing too.

He's right.

Over the time you've spent with him, you've come to find his forwardness more silly and endearing if anything. He's made it too easy for you to be carefree around him, and if he asked it of you, you'd bare to him the darkness locked within your heart without batting an eye.

"I'm in pajamas." You offer him a bite.

"Aw, cute! I'm wearing nothing." He takes it and swallows it whole.

"Yes, I think we've already established that." You snicker at the huff he lets out.

"It would be way more interesting if you had worn something into the bath with you." You laugh into the transmitter.

"Like that one time you came back from partying with succubi after finals! You were so drunk I thought you were going to strut straight into the shower with your pretty high heels on." A slight squeal has you pulling the receiver away slightly.

"Aaah, so you do remember the red bottoms! Oh, oh! Darling, can I confess something about that night?" The water sloshes back and forth in the background with his excitement.

"Mhm, what is it?" You hum.

"I actually changed into those before I came home. The pair I left with got stomped on at the club and looked so gross!" He lets out an exasperated sigh.

"It's a pity that some demons have no rhythm, but it's unforgivable that they have no shame ruining the dance floor for everybody. I mean, so many people came out to celebrate me and I had to greet them like that! Can you believe it?!"

Some more sloshing spills through the receiver, but it sounds more like he's wading through the water than disturbing it.

"What an embarrassment! There wasn't a hope in hell I'd let you see me like that." You hear him shudder.

"So, I stopped at a late night boutique and when I saw the red bottoms I just knew I had to buy them. After all, you're the one who said they would look gorgeous on me!" He pauses for a moment, a loud splash sounding, before he speaks again.

"I've only ever worn them that night," the lilt of his voice makes warmth rush to your cheeks.

"Just. For. You," he teases. "Did I look good?"

"You looked like you always do, " you mumble. But he catches on quick.

You've caught him alone in his room once, and only once, with tears prickling his glassy eyes, shaken and unsure of himself. You didn't know where you stood with the demon you had only recently formed a pact with at the time, but you pushed down your apprehension, refusing to leave his side unless he pushed you away.

But, he never did.

So, you stayed. Bracingly conveying to him all the ways you found him to be breathtaking inside and out. You can recall the alarming rate at which your heart palpitated as he curled up into you under the covers, his tears dampening the shirt beneath your RAD uniform as he sobbed into your chest. It was daunting to toe the line of a confession you weren't ready to deliver, especially to a demon just beginning to respect you. But your desire to soothe his self-doubt had won out.

You regret nothing. You two have been inseparable since.

"Then what a sight I must have been." He sighs, dreamily, tearing you away from your thoughts. "Lucky you!”

A wicked little idea comes to mind.

"I have something to confess too." You suppose you'll play along some since he wants to be such a tease tonight. Tired of standing in front of your dresser, you go lay down on your bed.

"And that would be?" You hear a door open and shut, confirming that bath time is indeed over.

You fake a deep sigh. He seems to be ruffling through something that you suspect to be his wardrobe.

"Today, I tried on something new. Agh, it's a bit embarrassing, Mo. I've...never felt this bold." The sound stops for just a moment.

"Oh." What sounds like hangers clatter in the background.

"There's no need to be shy! You know you don't have to hide anything from me. No matter how depraved you might seem to others, everything, well - you - will always be endearing to me."

You almost feel bad for starting this anticlimactic buildup...almost.

"You swear you won't think differently of me?" Immediately, he lets out a cry of indignation.

"Oh, never! If anything, I'll only fall for you more."

"Ok..," you pause for dramatic effect, "Today...I wore toe shoes. It took some time to get used to each toe pocket, but my feet have never felt so free!"

"Very funny, dear," Asmodeus mocks. "But seriously don't even joke about those things, just ew! Your feet deserve so much better, you shouldn't disrespect them like that. What would you even wear with those abominations?!"

He cuts you off before you can reply with something stupid.

"Don't you dare say cargo shorts and a t-shirt! I forbid you from ever wearing such a fashion disaster!" Yeah, there's no stopping the laughter that peels out of you.

"Forbid me?! They can't be that bad." Again, he sighs.

"Darling. If you truly love me, promise you won't wear something so treacherous." You finally begin to calm down, taking in shallow breaths.

"I promise, cross my heart!"

"Good."

You hear what you think is the phone being plopped onto the bed before there’s more shuffling, albeit further away this time. It lasts more than a moment or two, so you figure he's changing. Surprising, since he sleeps in the nude whenever you're not with him.

"I can't say I'm not disappointed. Here I was thinking I would get to hear about you trying on something more," he hums a coy little tune, "fun."

"You know I'd adore you in anything that makes you feel confident," he purrs. "But something cute and risqué like that should only be seen by me."

You can't place it, but something about his tone doesn't sit right with you. Shifting up on your bed, you recline back onto the pillows holding you up against the headboard.

"And who else would have seen it?" You scoff.

"Hmm, I wonder. Oh, what about that human you went on a date with today?" Your mouth parts in shock.

Oh, indeed. You feel your heart drop as his tone twists into something sour.

"How did you...?" It hits you, your call with Solomon. You sigh, for real this time, running a hand up and down your thigh as you try to process how to best explain this to the impassioned demon.

"How much did Solomon tell you?"

"Enough." You can hear the slight waver in his voice.

"Is that why you sent me all those texts today?" He's silent, but you hear a slight sniffle.

"Have you mentioned this to the others?" Your chest freezes at the thought. You don't want this to get out of hand. The last thing you need is a livid horde of demons, or worse, crows, appearing at your doorstep.

"No." You breathe a sigh of relief. Ok, you can fix this.

"Not yet. Can you imagine how it's going to break their hearts?" He laments.

"Leviathan nearly summoned Lotan on me this afternoon when I asked him to switch days with me this week. He'll set him on that human the minute he finds out, you know?"

A snarl rips through the speaker, sending sparks down your spine. You try to say anything to calm him down so you can explain, but you can't get a word in.

"It's not like me to get so angry, but I can't stand the thought of some filthy human putting their hands on you and dirtying your beautiful skin. Hah, I could just-" Your heart speeds up when you hear what sounds like the rapid flapping of wings.

"You belong with us." He hisses. "We never should have let you go back there! Ugh, I won't let anyone take you away from me!" Petulance dips down into a deep, dark growl. A low rumble drones in your skull and buzzes beneath your skin; the work of Asmodeus's infernal curses that no human ear can decipher.

"You are the only being in all three realms I love more than myself." It's not the first time he's said this, but this time it feels different.

"I won't share you with some stranger who has the gall to approach you! You're mine." You feel your brows jump up as the word leaves him with a snarl. You've never heard Asmodeus so wound up.

"I'm...yours?" The words tumble out before you can stop them.

"Yes, my precious little human," he croons at you and your heart leaps in your chest from an emotion you can't place just yet. Somewhere between hope and concern, you think.

"And I'm yours." Your mindless repeat seems to abate some of his hostility. As his admission sinks in, your skin begins to flush everywhere.

"Mo-"

"Mm, maybe I should request to go to the human realm after all so I can bring you home," his cold clipped tone makes your body shudder from the conflicting sensations he plucks from you, unable to keep up with his favor and fury.

"I don't blame you, dear. Of course someone would come to adore you during your time there. Who wouldn't? You even managed to woo me!" The flapping doesn't stop, but it slows down considerably.

He sucks in a shaky breath before he robs you of yours.

"What do they offer you that I haven't, that I can't?" He spits the question out, voice warbling.

"You told me that I was enough for you as I am. Did that mean nothing?"  You need to stop this before it escalates further.

"Asmodeus, listen to me. I need you to calm down."

Even through the phone, your authority carries over and activates your pact. You place a hand on your chest, taking deep breaths yourself as Asmodeus's panicked breaths finally mellow out. He'd only ever sounded that shaken up that one night, long ago.

"Yes, I did go on a date with a human today." Another frustrated snarl rips through the speaker, but you push forward despite how your body screams at you to flee.

"But, I have no romantic feelings towards this person. I went on a blind date with a friend's coworker. They've only been on one or two dates before and were nervous to re-enter the dating scene - that's it. We are only acquaintances, maybe we'll become friends, but I promise you that's it."

You can't help but fiddle with your pajama shirt as he stays silent, your head racing with the revelation that the flirtatious demon's teasings have meant more than you let yourself believe.

It excites you, makes your heart thud against your ribcage, and your chest feels as light as a feather. But, it also terrifies you. The weight of the words wears you down, tipping you over the line you've toed for so long, completely unprepared for the fall.

He can try to suppress them, but Asmodeus's muffled sniffles resonate through the receiver and claw at your heart.

"You're someone, I mean you, I love you more than anyone in the three realms, worlds, too." You start, cursing at how you fumble your words.

You grip your shirt tighter as his breath hitches.

"I meant everything I said then, that night, and now - I mean I still mean it now. You were right, I admire you, adore you, even. My life here in the human realm, world, whatever, it's fine. But even with the sun shining on everything, it feels dimmer here than it was when I was in the Devildom with you."

You're starting to put all the pieces together as the words fall out of your mouth.

"I hate that I made you feel this way. I didn't mention it because I didn't think it was important, that it was something that would matter to you. Demons are vying for your attention all the time; humans aren't for mine."

"Those demons don't matter." He finally speaks, voice soft. "The only being whose attention I want is yours. My heart can't take the thought of someone taking your eyes off me. I need you to see me."

You take a deep breath.

"I do see you, Mo. You have always been enough, and I'm sorry that my actions caused you to think differently. I've missed your voice too, you know?" You feel pressure building up behind your eyes as tears start to form. He really wants you. You want him to know you've wanted him too.

"I-," your voice cracks some.

"I think about you guys all the time. I think about you all the time. Whenever I have a cupcake at a party, I wish I could share it with you. Whenever I go shopping, I think of what you might like best. When I watch movies, I wish that you could be there on the couch sitting next to me. When I crawl into bed, I wish I could curl up with you. I just wish that I was with you. Even right now, I wish I could hug you and tell you this face-to-face." You wipe at your eyes, unable to hold back the pure love you have for this utterly ridiculous demon.

"I-I love you too, Mo. Seriously, I see you." The feelings hidden behind sweet little jabs or subtle teases aren't enough for you two anymore.

"Why can't you be here right now?! It's not fair!" Asmodeus whines into the phone.

"Solomon said you sounded like you were having such a good time. I love hearing you're happy, but it hurts when you're not happy because of me."

You sniffle, chuckling into the phone.

"Silly, I'm always happy cause of you. Even right now, I mean yeah I'm crying, but I'm really happy."

"Oh, that's it! I really need to come see you as soon as possible. I'll beg Lucifer if I have to! I can't let all those tears dry out your skin. Make sure you drink water - I'll be furious with you if you let yourself wake up with a headache tomorrow."

"Can you show me how you do that face thing again, when you come?" Tension begins to fade from your tired muscles. Finally, things feel fine again.

"You shouldn't underestimate the wonders of facial reflexology and its endless benefits! Wait - are you seriously laughing? You stop that! Ugh, oh I'll show you when I get there alright!"

Actually, things are way better than fine.

You glance over to the clock as you feel your eyelids begin to droop and wonder how three hours passed by so fast.

You’re still on the call with Asmodeus, catching up on what’s happened in the house and what the rest of his plans are for this week. Planning his trip to the human world has now moved to the top of his agenda.

"Hm, darling? Are you alright? You're too quiet."

"Yeah, Mo. Jus'shleepy." You can feel yourself fading out, head drooping back onto the headboard.

"I guess it's time to say goodnight."

Tired as you are, you can't fight the blush that rises as Asmodeus begins to make obnoxious kissy noises into the phone.

"Aah, I mwiss you so much my pwetty wittle huwman. So sweepy."

"Asmodeus, please. Anything but the baby talk!" You groan in embarrassment.

"Sorry, darling, I couldn't help myself. You sound so precious. Mwah, I love you and I promise you'll see me soon."

"Yes, see you soon. G'night, love you." You end the call, getting up to go put your D.D.D. to charge. A notification startles you as you drift along in your sleepy stupor.

You crack a small smile as you click on it, opening your chat with Asmodeus. He's sent you links about facial reflexology and the importance of doing skin tightening exercises.

Brush up on it, beautiful. You will have a set routine by the time I'm done with you!

[moonamite]

Ohh my most favorite boy please wear your glasses (-> Does not wear her glasses)

Uh ignore the manifesto in tags-

[kitsune-oji]

Let's Write Again!: #3

"You're a mess." "Thank you for the lovely compliment."

-> Lucifer

Both prompt and character were randomly selected.

Gn! Mc (you /yours)

Readers height is mentioned once (hip at the height of a desk). The relationship between Mc and Lucifer isn't specified as romantic or platonic

It was nothing new for Lucifer to vanish into his study and not come out for days at a time. Oftentimes, he even forgot to eat and as cute as it was to watch Mammon take care of his big brother by worrying over his wellbeing and bringing him food, you wished Lucifer would break that habit of his.

It was fun to spend time with his brothers - sometimes you even forgot Lucifer wasn't there - but you couldn't help but be unhappy. Maybe a part of you was disappointed. Mostly though, you missed him.

Plotting how to get him to take a break was always a challenge. Force wouldn't work and he was too hardheaded to listen to reason. You'd have more luck waiting for him to just collapse from exhaustion but that could take days (and nights) and it wouldn't be good for him either.

On your way to his study, armed with a shadow hog sandwich and a sliced poison apple, you tried to think of what to say this time. Your own worry was good, as well as mentioning his brothers, but it never quite got him to cave. Of course, you could also ask Diavolo to order Lucifer to get some rest but that didn't always work out too well either. You didn't want to strain their relationship even more.

After a gentle knock, you opened the entrance to Lucifer's study. As you guessed, he was sitting by his desk, looking as if he could use some sleep. Some 72 hours might be good.

"You're a mess."

Lucifer looked up from his papers to glare at you. His hair was sort of messy from how often he carded his fingers through it. Deep blue circles had formed under his eyes that he struggled to keep focused, let alone open.

You had no doubt that the only thing keeping him up was tons of caffeine and pure will, fueled by his pride.

"Thank you for the lovely compliment", Lucifer hissed at you through his teeth and snarled.

It would have looked more intimidating if he wasn't so lifeless, slumped in his seat as he was.

"Yes yes, Mr Pride. It's only the truth." - You put down the plate next to the paper he was in the process of reading - "If you'd take proper breaks and actually eat something for once, you wouldn't be a mess. Not to mention..."

With a glance towards the stack he still had to do and another at what he had already finished, you sighed. For someone so intelligent, Lucifer could be so dumb sometimes.

You continued, "Not to mention that you'd get your work done much more efficiently if your brain wasn't all tired and exhausted. I don't understand why you're torturing yourself so much."

He groaned, head dropped into his hands, elbows on his desk as he rubbed his eyes with his palms. You were just tall enough to comfortable half-sit on the edge of his desk, leaning against it and watching him. After giving him a moment and then another, you figured he just didn't have an answer to your question either.

Instead of asking again - you didn't really expect a response anyway - you nudged the plate just a tiny bit into his direction to get his attention.

"At least eat something, please. You can even eat and work at the same time, since you can eat it with one hand. Hm?"

It took a bit, but Lucifer dropped his hands onto the desk again, looked towards the food and then mumbled something before taking an apple slice and biting off a piece of it. As soon as the taste registered in his mind, his stomach growled angrily. Part of you wanted to see if he'd be able to rival Beel with the speed at which he ate it all. Though, it was a lot less messy than when his brother gorged himself on food.

You couldn't help the smile that graced your lips. Especially when you noticed just how much more Lucifer struggled to keep himself awake now.

Food made you tired, since a lot of energy went to digesting it. There was no way he could win now.

You 6 : Lucifer 0

[obae-me]

Upside Down- CH 5

Author's Notes: This chapter was so fun! I love trying to take what we know from the game and turning it around to match what would happen in the human world. This chapter was a bit more world and character building, but shenanigans will be right back in the next chapter! 

WARNING: This chapter contains cussing, mentions of death, mentions of abuse, spiking a drink, as well as other possible general sensitive subjects. As always, read safely! 

Word Count: 7210

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Blood of the Covenant

Oil popped up from the scalding pan, making little sizzling and popping sounds. Steam rolled up from a boiling pot, wafting up to the ceiling where a little vent fan kept the moisture in the air from sticking to surfaces – or at least that’s what you were told when you asked. Human technology was so convoluted. Why not just make the cabinets out of a material that wouldn’t be ruined in the first place? You kept quiet, watching from your seat with your legs crossed underneath you. The sight was too nice right now to ruin. A quiet peace. Despite there being other things you could be doing, coming up with a plan for instance, you resigned to simply watching Mammon move side to side in the kitchen, a more neutral but focused expression on his face. The more you stared at the back of his head though, the more his eyebrows furrowed till eventually he turned around, pointing a cooking utensil at you. 

"What? What're you looking at?" He asked, a scowl on his face but a little heat coming to his cheeks. 

You were just observing him in general, a little surprised that he seemed to be cooking rather efficiently. But you couldn't let him know that, so you just pointed to the apron he was wearing. That got him flustered, although for him the expression was very similar to anger. He turned around and went back to what he was doing. "My clothing is expensive, alright? I can't let it get dirty! If you make fun of me, you're not eating anything!"

"I wasn't planning to," you mentioned flatly, tilting your head a bit. "I just came up with an excuse to get your brother to eat something so he doesn't collapse.” You flopped your head to the other side in thought. “Well, I mean if he ends up being so gravely weak that he can't go get that figure, that might not be a bad plan either." 

Mammon threw some stuff into the pot, set a timer, and then turned around again. "That sounds like a very bad plan!" He put a hand on one of his hips and changed the subject. “And whadda’ mean you’re not going to eat, what did I even make this for then?” 

“For you and Levi.” 

“But I made enough for-” 

The door to the kitchen opened causing you both to turn your heads. Heavy steps down the hall had suggested someone was approaching, but you assumed they’d simply pass by. A head covered in ginger colored locks looked inside before stepping through the door. The human blinked in a bit of shock, but other than the blinking, his expression didn’t change much. “Mammon, you’re the one making the house smell good?” The human looked at you but hardly acknowledged you, walking towards the cooking. 

Mammon huffed. “Yeah, I am! Why is that so shocking to everyone?” His gaze shifted back and forth as he contemplated what to say, almost like he was embarrassed to say it. “I’m making food for Levi.” 

“Can I have some?” Mammon’s brother stood there expectantly, not expecting no for an answer.

With a sigh, Mammon nodded. “Fine, fine, but it’s not done yet. Sit down for a minute.” He picked up the utensil again and pointed it at you again, swinging it as a gesture between you and the human. An introduction of sorts. “MC, Beel. Beel, MC.”

Beel came over and sat in another chair. The furniture made a little noise as it moved across the polished floor. It must have also been caught off guard by being used for once. The human was wearing a simple tank top and some black pants with a red stripe running down the outside of each pant leg. The moisture clinging to the neck of his clothes and the skin of his forehead suggested that he’d just come back from some sort of physical recreational activity. Gluttony was the name the lesser demons called this human back home. All the followers of him had a tendency to stuff themselves to the point of sickness. Occasionally it did damage to others, but more often than not, it mostly sabotaged themselves. You would hope the brother didn’t embody all that up here but…who knew? Humans, much like their creations, were confusing. You really had taken on more than you could chew…pun not intended…with these brothers. It didn’t require magic to tell they were falling apart. “So there really has been someone new living here,” Beel confirmed with a rather monotone voice. 

Again with that…You finally spoke up. ”Is it really so surprising to have someone else here for a while?” 

Both humans nodded in confidence at the same time, not needing even a single second to think it over. Beel was the one who answered. “Sometimes Asmo will bring a lot of friends over, but other than that, no one really comes around. Lucifer tries to keep people out for the most part.” 

“Of course he does,” you muttered, keeping it mostly under your breath. You should’ve known. “He definitely seems…” You stopped yourself, thinking of many crass or even vulgar metaphors to use for the eldest brother. Most of them referring to a stiff object being lodged in even stiffer places. Probably not the best first impression to make to this new human. “Quite authoritarian.” 

“I think he’s just paranoid,” Beel stated honestly. It got you to drop your sarcasm for a moment. 

There was a very long period of silence, the only noises coming from the meal Mammon was making, although even the food seemed to try to stay quiet. The faint ticking of the kitchen timer was your proof ensuring you that you weren’t frozen in time. As for the metaphorical basilisk in the room, there were a lot of context clues given to you already. Mammon kept bringing up having a loss, and there were frequent mentions of how everyone was grieving. You really needed to know. Normally you would’ve decided it was not your place, but the source of their sin, of their struggles, seemed to tie or at least stem from a certain event. “What happened?” 

The humans both looked at each other, silently debating to each other who would talk about it. Mammon gave in first. His shoulders slumped, and he spoke to you without looking at you. “It was a few years ago.” But before the story could continue further, Beel stood up, tucking the chair back against the table, striding towards the kitchen door. “Beel,” Mammon called, a waiver of emotion in his voice. Beel stopped for a moment, but didn’t answer back. You watched Mammon struggle with a decision on what to do, and got caught a little off guard when you observed his eyes soften towards his younger brother. “I’ll set your food aside for later, yeah?” 

A quiet “okay” was muttered before the red-haired human left as quickly as he came. Apparently whatever this was, it was even more important than gluttony’s own sin. Or perhaps he felt that such a stranger didn’t need to know. So much for first impressions. 

There was more silence for a time, and while you were usually one who preferred simple quietude, this was driving you mad. “Forget I even brought it up.” 

“Too late for that now,” Mammon sighed. “We’re all still…” He took a deep breath in and a deep breath out. Then with the violent ringing of the kitchen timer, the subject changed completely. As he pulled down dishes and utensils, he turned back around at you with his usual stance, as if you had both picked up where you left off before Beel had come around. “I don’t care if ya don’t need to eat or whatever. If you want to keep up this whole secret, you hafta act like a human. So, as your royally approved guide-” 

“I think you and I remember that whole meeting differently.” 

“-I insist that you have a little bit to eat. It doesn’t have to be much. Here.” He scooped a little bit of food into a tiny bowl, placed a fork inside, and handed it over to you before doing the same thing three more times. One of the bowls he wrapped and placed inside a large cold box. “Let’s take one of these to Levi and then…we can continue our conversation.” Refusing wouldn’t do you any good in this situation, so you stood, leaving your bowl on the table. “Don’t forget your food,” the human mentioned. 

“Are we not coming back down to eat? Do you not dine, as it is so aptly named, in your dining room?” 

“First off, this is just the kitchen,” he corrected, which made sense. The little table they kept in here would hardly seat more than four people let alone seven. “Secondly, we haven’t used the dining room for a long time. We’ll just make sure Levi eats and then we can eat in my room or somethin’.” He tucked one bowl against his chest with his arm and kept the other one in his hand so he could open the door for you. With a quiet sigh, you grabbed the food he made for you and went on your way. 

When you had both dropped dinner off, Levi actually looked surprised. It was short lived however, as Envy quickly went on to say how this was just one step above whatever ramen was. They both quipped at each other for a little bit, but not nearly as serious as before. Apparently Levi was feeling grateful in his own strange way. He had taken the food and shut the door while mentioning some sort of ‘raid’ he had to attend to. And so now you were here…in Mammon’s room. A giant screen to your right was playing some odd video while music spilled out of two large boxes right beside it. You almost bumped into a pool table while staring at it. 

“Careful,” the human warned while trying to casually kick a small pile of dirty clothes under his bed. Other than that though, his room wasn’t too bad. Not as bad as Levi’s had been anyway. While the other brother seemed to live in his room, Mammon’s appeared to exist only as a display. Plenty of lights showed off little trinkets here and there ensuring that they glittered at every angle. Glass displays on dressers housed watches and gems and coins. There was even another car placed on a platform…above his bed. You withheld the skepticism about the safety of it all. The door next to the car, as well as your internal mapping of the place, suggested that this was close to the garage if not directly attached to it. But what really confirmed that this room was hardly a bedroom was the fact that Mammon’s presence was hardly felt here. “What?” Mammon asked, looking at the way you were eyeing everything. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it, just look at all this!” He sat at the foot of his bed, gesturing a hand to show off his many treasures. 

You headed over to the set of stairs that led up to the car and selected the third seat up to serve as your seat. “When’s the last time you’ve been here?” 

You asked him the question while he was in the middle of a bite. He raised an eyebrow and waited till he was done to respond. “Whadda mean?” 

“Your scent in here is stale,” you admitted. “Almost completely faded.” The main and almost only thing you could smell in here right now was the scent of metal and plastic. 

Jaw slightly dropped and eyes wide, the expression he was giving you was rather laugh worthy. He took a minute to recover before clearing his throat. “Okay, first off, do not say weird stuff like that here at all! You sound totally alien! Or a complete freaky weirdo at best!” Rude, you thought. He rubbed his forehead before his eyes cast down. “But you can really tell I haven’t been here just from that huh?” 

You nodded, taking the smallest bite of the food Mammon cooked for you just to keep him from bugging you. It was human food alright. “Have you been staying somewhere else?” 

Shoulders shrugged. “Motels some nights, my cars others. I can’t stand to be here much anymore. Although anytime I try to leave, it usually causes trouble.” 

“Is that what Lucifer and you were arguing about before?” 

With that, Mammon scoffed, his jaw clenching. “First time I tried to move out, I did it impulsively, sure, I’ll admit.” His hands went up in a mock surrender. “No plan, no job. Ended up running out of money when no job would take me. Little did I know it was because my dear older brother was creepin’ on me. Somehow caught wind of anywhere I tried to apply and called in to give a bad impression of me, only to blame me for leaving in the first place when I came back home after being evicted.” He settled his bowl off to the side, no longer up for eating at the moment it seemed. “Second time, Cash offered me a place to stay. I knew it was a sketchy offer, but getting out seemed too good to pass up. When I figured out some of the stuff he was doing, I left. And well, you saw how that went.” Mammon formed a fist and pounded it against his bed. “And now we’re on house arrest. I swear, Lucifer is doing whatever he can to keep us all trapped here.” 

Strange…the brother who acts like his brothers are a burden is going out of his way to ensure his brothers stay home…why? “Is that part of the paranoia Beel mentioned?” You rotated your own bowl in your hands, absorbing the heat into your palms. 

“Maybe,” Mammon whispered. “Still no excuse for him to be such an asshole.” The muscles of his face were so tight with rage the ends of his eyebrows almost touched. Then it all lifted at once, the seething turned solemn. He looked up at his ceiling with a gaze so intent you imagined he was trying to look through it. “She was murdered.” A sudden statement spoken so softly, you relied on the movement of his lips to understand what he had said. 

Maybe it was the pact, that was the only reason you could think of for feeling…a tug of some sorts inside you. You stood up from the steps and went to join him on the end of his bed. With a swift movement, you picked up his bowl and put it back in his lap hoping the sensation would ground him back to reality. “Who was?” You asked. 

“Our sister.” His head then lowered, his eyes covered up by the hair blanketing his face. “It happened two years ago, but to us all it still feels like only a month or even only a week has passed…” He went on to explain the situation to you, starting at the beginning. 

Unfortunately, the beginning started quite like the ending. With death. 

 Two humans met, and like quite a lot of them do when they fall in love, they got married. Husband and wife had found a place on this earth, found a place to start a family. The dream that so many humans crave came true. She got pregnant and they were elated, for why wouldn’t they be? Then when the child came, there were complications. Dire ones. They had no idea. They had no time left to dream. The child lived, but the mother died before she got to hold her only son. A soul snuffed out in an instant. The father was convinced he would never love another woman like her again, and so, raised the son on his own. They were the last two of the Morningstar line. And for a time they were happy, they were fine. All the love they needed they gave to each other as father and son. Until some things felt wrong. Until the father went to the hospital and discovered that which cuts human’s short lifespans even shorter. Despair filled him, yes, but more so than his own life was the thought that his son would be alone. So for that he prepared. 

Then we find another beginning, a beginning also filled with death. It started with a small child who could barely count to ten and a mother in a desperate situation. One where the number of alcohol bottles scattered on the ground could tell you how many bruises you would find the next day. But the mother wanted better for her son. She wanted out. She wanted to run. And so one night she did. Tucked her baby in the backseat of her car and ran…but not without being caught. Not without another car pulling out of the driveway right behind her. 

“It’s funny,” Mammon told you. “My mom died in a car, and yet despite that, I love to drive. Maybe it helps me feel closer to her. It is the only thing I know about her really…” 

“You only ever remember being with the Morningstars?” 

“Yeah.” Mammon set his now empty bowl aside, having eaten it in between storytelling. You had finished your food as well, stacking your empty dish with his. “I’m fairly lucky in that regard. Wasn’t in an orphanage for long at all. Dad always used to say it was because it was destiny or somethin’ stupid like that.” 

“Guess that solves the mystery on why none of you look alike.” 

Mammon straightened his back. “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.” Then his posture slouched again as he gave a thoughtful shrug. “Or at least I think that’s what Satan always says anytime someone brings it up. Think it’s a fancy way of meaning a true bond doesn’t have to do with being blood related. But yeah. Dad and Lucifer share DNA but the rest of us were brought in. I came first. Levi came in after. Asmo next, and then the twins and…Lilith.” 

“Your sister,” you realized, glad to finally put a name to this lost sibling. “Wait, when did your brother Satan come in? I thought he was the fourth oldest.” 

“He is…he was adopted last though.” The pause alluded to a touchy subject. “Remember how I said I was fairly lucky to be adopted so quickly?” You nodded at that and he continued. “Satan was not so lucky…He was there for a while. Dad brought him in last…Died before it went through actually…it was Lucifer who ended up making sure he could come home. So, we were all always kinda messed up, but…it was never this bad.” 

“Humans are bound to indulge in sin eventually, it’s impossible for you all not to.” You had no way of knowing if that would sound helpful to him or not. From the looks of him though, it wasn’t. So you sighed and wondered why you were playing therapist when you could be investigating…but you were bound through a pact now…and you did ask. “But you’re right, it doesn’t have to be this bad. If it wasn’t this bad after your father died, I’m assuming your sister’s…” Death was much worse, you were going to say, but felt the implied word was enough. After all, humans did take murder much more seriously. 

“It happened so fast,” he recalled, pulling out a golden coin from his pocket to flip between his fingers. It seemed to calm him. “Lucifer had just gotten his big promotion that he’d been working on getting for ages. So naturally, he took us all out to eat at this big boujee restaurant with a ridiculous dress code and expensive wine.” That description elicited a single chuckle from him. “He was so pleased with himself I wanted to puke. And then…” He stopped fiddling with the coin as he clenched it in one hand. “I don’t even remember how it started. It was stupid. One minute, I’m trying to convince Lucifer to let me have another drink, and then the next, Lilith goes running out the door with the twins running after her.” Apparently his willingness to go into detail had come to an end. He stopped speaking. 

But you still had more questions. “And then?” 

“And then I never saw her again.” 

Not wanting to push him too far, you figured storytime was over for now. However, you had the feeling that there was more to the story than was said. At least now you had a few more pieces to the puzzle. Not that you would make a frequent habit of this, but… “Thank you for telling me,” you praised. “I’m certain it was…difficult to talk about.” 

He simply stared at you for a moment before removing his gaze to push air out of his cheeks in exasperation. “Geez, you sound like my therapist.” 

“I practically was one, so figured I would play the part.” Half a tease but half honesty. “Don’t suppose you’ll pay me for my time would you?” 

“Fat chance.” 

“...I don’t know what that means, but by your tone I’m assuming it means no.” That seemed to relatively lighten the mood. “How about a change in subject?” You got to your feet, hopping down the raised platforms his bed was on to lean against the pool table adjacent from him. He simply raised an eyebrow as a response allowing you to move on with your new topic. “Let’s discuss, oh I don’t know, the fact that your brother Levi has set up a rendezvous with a demon. We need a plan.” 

“A plan to do what, exactly?” 

“To stop him, obviously!” You focused on him with a bit of disbelief. “As much as I think a bit of fresh air would do your brother major good, getting up close and personal with one of my kind usually doesn’t improve one’s health.” 

You went from leaning on the pool table to lifting yourself up and sitting on it which only had Mammon wince a little. “How do you know it’ll end badly? I mean, you didn’t hurt me.” You gave him a pause to work it out. The gears in his head were turning, the flicker of a memory flashing across his eyes as he undoubtedly remembered all the other poor unfortunate souls that got abruptly sent back down home by you while you were saving him. So he nodded in agreement. “He won’t want to give it up. Once he sees something he likes, he kinda obsesses about it. Plus we’re on house arrest.” 

You heavily rolled your eyes. “I truthfully couldn’t care less about Lucifer’s so-called house arrest. What good is a bodyguard who can’t even leave the premises?” 

“The more you piss him off, the more you’ll be on his radar, trust me,” he warned, speaking from his own personal experience. “What if he gets suspicious and figures you out?” …Darn…the human was speaking some sense. “If we can find a way to stay home and stop Levi, my brother’s soul won’t be stolen and better yet Lucifer will probably find someone else to yell at.” 

“Glad your priorities are in order…but, fine. You make a decent point.” No promises that you would simply stay put though if it came down to it or even just in general. You could do with stepping out to do some surveillance. “You know your brother best. How do we stop him from leaving in the first place?” 

He sat in contemplation for a while, humming a little to himself as he mulled it over. “I guess…the first thing that comes to mind is to make him obsess over something else.” 

“That’ll be all for today.” Low muttered voices spoke amongst each other as chairs were pushed back, papers and devices were grabbed, and tired feet shuffled out the door. You watched them go feeling almost as exhausted as they did, and yet you had been lying here all day. Although you weren’t necessarily one to rely on luxury…would a couch have been too much of a pain to put in here? The floor wasn’t exactly your favorite to lie on. You went from a fully horizontal position to sitting up, rubbing the back of your head, watching the last person in the room sigh, pinching at the bridge of his nose. “Why do I feel like they didn’t listen to a word I said?” 

You would have responded to that question with several answers. Maybe because it had been one of the most boring human experiences you’d had thus far. Maybe because you could tell that people were subsisting off of a handful of hours of sleep and coffee. Or maybe it had something to do with being one of the most insufferable humans you’d had the misfortune of meeting. Unfortunately, you couldn’t respond with any of these lovely examples. You stood up, silently stretching, trying to shake the terms like ‘pipelines’ and ‘liquidation’-- which strangely enough had nothing to do with actual liquid – out of your head. The door to the room then opened and the last remaining human stepped out. Quiet as a shadow, you followed him, keeping your hands behind your back as you slipped through the crack before it shut behind you. You followed the human through the hallways, passing a few exhausted drones with cups and files in their hands. 

Soon the human approached a desk where a young man typing away at a computer looked up quickly and got to his feet. “Mr. Morningstar! I have some important papers for you! Oh, and Mr. Collymoore called again about that proposal.” Blah, blah, blah, human work stuff. He handed a folder to Lucifer who took it with a nod and nothing more before moving on without even a thank you. Which wasn’t all that surprising, all things considering. The young man sat down and honestly looked relieved. Silence must’ve been on the better side of reactions. 

Lucifer approached the sleek black door, the tip of his index finger placed over a tiny groove next to the doorknob. A little light flashed before it beeped and the room was unlocked. Like you had already done so many times today, you slinked through right behind him. All this security was obviously not demon-proof. As soon as the door clicked shut again, Lucifer sighed, heading over to what you were assuming was his desk. After seemingly endless meetings, the both of you were finally able to have some quiet. 

The room was…rather nice if you had to admit. The floor was lined with white marble tiles, streaks of black and silver mixed in with the ivory shade. To your direct right was the desk, positioned so he had to take no more than five brisk steps to sit in his chair with his back to the wall. The far right wall was made with dark wooden tiles, a large display shelf against it which kept little statues, plaques, pictures, some bottles of alcohol, and other human things you couldn’t place. There were only two solid walls in the room, the one behind you and the one to your right, the other two – directly in front of you and to your left – were purely windows. Plenty of natural light flooded into the room, removing the need for any sort of lighting during the daytime. And while you didn’t necessarily like the noise of this human city, being able to look down and watch humans and cars scurry around far below you like little insects was pretty entertaining. But even better than all these…was that there was a couch right near the window. Perfect. While Lucifer was distracted, you settled yourself onto it, making sure you made no noise and didn’t disturb the pillows. While the human left a bitter taste in your mouth, at least he had good taste. You were worried that the couch would be as stiff as he was. You glanced up at him, watching him sort through the papers with a surprisingly calm look on his face. 

Oh how badly you wanted to mess with him right now…The temptation was almost too much to bear. 

Mammon had protested you leaving in the first place, but eventually gave in when he heard your reasoning. Although you didn’t give him all the information, it was more of a need-to-know basis. And by that, you mean you thought it would be more amusing if he didn’t know what you had planned. The plan required you to leave the house though, and so you had left this morning right behind Lucifer as to not arouse suspicion. Cloaked of course. Then while he sped off to work, you had the time to walk around town and get what you needed. Luckily your previous hopes had pulled through, finding an unassuming little store that was run by one of yours. While it was true you hadn’t gotten out much in the past millennia, it seemed your kind hadn’t changed too drastically, and so you knew what symbols to keep an eye out for. Those little clues went unnoticed by humans and led you right to your kind. And wouldn’t you know it? The demonic shopkeep had exactly what you needed. You still had it in your pocket right now, making sure it stayed intact till you made it back to the house. If you didn’t die of boredom first…

Sure, you probably could’ve headed back without needing to come to the office in the first place, getting Mammon to let you in. Surely if he didn’t leave the property he wouldn’t get into trouble. However…you wanted to get a sense for things here. Lucifer had the most following down in your world, and so he had the most corrupted soul…the most sought after. Yet…despite that, you had no sense of him being in danger. You sensed none of your kind in the building at all. Good news you would normally think…but it only succeeded in making you more suspicious. This place as well as the house…was protected. That was one of your guesses. Otherwise, demons would’ve hopped over or broken through to the house a long time ago to snatch up the free all-you-could-eat Morningstar soul buffet. 

So what…or who was protecting them?

A sudden classical melody broke through your thoughts. Lucifer placed down a paper and picked up his phone. With a quick tap, he placed it against his ear. “Yes?” There was speaking you could hardly hear. You could probably make some words out if you cared to pay attention to it, but if it was more workplace jargon you didn’t understand, you’d pass. Although Lucifer’s expression shifted to one you hadn’t seen him use yet. He seemed pleased. Show-stopping. “How are you?” Lucifer leaned back in his chair, his shoulders less tense. “I’m glad to hear that……Oh, you know, just the usual tedium. Although, I don’t think I’ve informed you yet, but we have a guest living at home right now.” Well, now your ears were burning. “Yes, of course I did a background check……I had thought of that. In fact, I did refuse at first……It was all rather sudden.” Just sounded like he was trying to slide past the fact that he let you stay in his house for a bribe. “No, I know Belphegor comes home soon, I didn’t forget.” Belphegor?...One of his brothers? “No need to sound so worried, Diavolo, trust me I’m handling it.” Diavolo…hm, you felt like it was a name you should know, and yet despite that intuition, the name wasn’t ringing any bells. “I think that sounds like a plan as long as you can ignore my family. You can come over and we can catch up……I have plenty of drinks already, you don’t need to bring any……Yes, we’ll plan a time for soon…” He hummed a bit in response as he listened to the person on the other side say goodbye before hanging up himself. 

Interesting. You’d have to ask Mammon about Belphegor and Diavolo later. Speaking of, maybe you were no longer needed here. Lucifer seemed to be perfectly safe here and right now Levi needed more of your worries. You got up off the couch, heading over with quiet steps to the display shelves. What to mess with?...Your eyes locked onto a picture that had been framed. It was all of them. Each brother close together, trying to all squeeze into view. In front of them all, crouching with a smile was a young woman. Lilith you could only conclude. Seems even Lucifer couldn’t part with some sentiments. You put your hand on the picture and knocked it over, making sure not to break it but causing a decent clattering noise. 

With a startled jolt, Lucifer looked up. It was all you could do from chuckling at his reaction. As he got to his feet to fix the picture, you headed over to the door where his back was now facing. Luckily the door on this side was able to be opened without any fancy human ritual. You only opened the door as much as you needed to sidle through, and then without looking back made your way back to the House. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“And why not?” 

“Because it’s…Weird!” 

“...” You gave Mammon a look but couldn’t help but smirk a little. This was about the reaction you expected. You dangled the tiny vial in front of his face. “You told me what would stop Levi, and this is it. All you have to do is slip this into a drink and make sure you’re the only person in the room when it hits.” 

His arms folded, and you had to bite your tongue from comparing him to a less intimidating Lucifer. “I’m not drugging my brother!” He exclaimed in a sort of whisper yell. 

“Then I’ll do it,” you assured him. “Didn’t you want to see some magic?” Tempting him was far too easy. He’s lucky you’re the demon he made a pact with. You looked right into his eyes, gaze unwavering, the bottle and its contents glittering under the light. “From what you figured out, Levi is supposed to leave tomorrow, so it's either this or plan B.” 

His resolve was cracking, you could tell. “What was your second plan?” 

“Physical restraints,” you answered. “Or blackmail. Or perhaps some kind of mild torture.” 

He sighed, pacing, his expression suggesting that he was trying to figure out if you were joking or not. You were not. “Can’t we just…follow him to his meeting and make sure he’s safe? The demon probably won’t do anything if you and I are there! You could talk to ‘em or somethin’ right? Or fight them off if it comes down to it!” 

“Mammon.” You said his name so seriously he stopped talking. He sat down on his couch in his room to listen to you. “First off, you were the one that wanted to not leave the house in the first place, I’m simply following what you wanted. Secondly, demons are much more dangerous than you still give us credit for. Your best case scenario, we follow after him and this demon is alone and weaker than I am. Which if I’m being honest isn’t likely. Demons are selfish. We don’t want to share. We’ll kill anyone who gets in our way. I suspect one of the only reasons you’ve all stayed alive for this long is because all your hunters keep killing each other off simply so they’re the last ones standing. Which means one of two things. One, the demon after Levi is so strong that no one is willing or able to keep them from taking your brother. Or, the more likely of the two, is that a few demons have ganged up and are, for once, willing to split the spoils.” You came up to stand in front of him. “Going out is dangerous. Staying here is safer. And besides…” You took his hand and placed the vial in his palms. “Worrying isn’t like you. You like the thrill of the unexpected, don’t you?” 

For reasons unknown, he didn’t seem to be able to meet your eyes. “I thought you were supposed to keep me from giving into impulses.” 

“I’m a demon, not an angel.” You shrugged, folding your arms across your chest. “I’m just here to observe your actions and make sure they don’t get you killed.” He still remained silent for a while and you sighed, snatching up the vial. “If you’re too scared to do it, fine.” 

He got to his feet rather quickly at that, looking irritated at being accused. “I’m not scared, just…it sounds too weird!” 

“What’s weird about it?” You held the potion behind your back, taking a few steps away from the human. “He consumes this and then after a few seconds becomes obsessed with whoever he sees first for a few hours. A pretty cut and dry potion. If you do it, you can literally get him to do whatever you want. Just tell him to completely forget the figure and the demon, and his mind will erase the memory. Then just do the little clicky-clacky internet thing and make sure the demon can’t contact him anymore. When the potion wears off he’ll resume his hermit ways and…do whatever else it is that he does.” 

Mammon’s eyes shifted back and forth. “He’ll do whatever I want for a few hours?” 

“Yes.” 

The worry lines that had been digging themselves into trenches between his brows suddenly cleared. He smirked like he normally did which made some sort of weird knot in you subside. “Give it to me.” Another day another human won over to chaos. You handed him back the vial. He took it quickly and marched out of his bedroom with surprising speed. If anything this would at least be interesting. You followed after him, making your way through the hallways before settling back in front of Levi’s room. Before he summoned his brother, he whispered at you. “Hey, how about you do that little invisible thing again? Levi’s gonna be skeptical if we both come in.” 

“...Fine,” you muttered. Using all this magic was getting to you though. A nice nap was deserved. You took a look around you, ensuring the coast was clear before your human disguise was dropped, your horns and tail revealing themselves before eventually all of you faded from view. 

“So cool…” Mammon then turned and knocked intensely, not letting up till the entrance to the room swung open. Levi’s annoyed face peered through the crack in the door. “Again, Mammon? What do you want now? You better not expect me to owe you for dinner or anything.” 

“Listen, man, I’m bored. Lucifer’s got me on this stupid house arrest and I feel like I’m losing my mind.” He leaned against the doorframe, slipping the vial in his back pocket. “So, hear me out. You and me, some drinks, and that racing game we always play. Whoever loses takes a shot.” 

A little intrigued, the door opened a little more, but you could see the human shuffle on his feet inside. “I don’t know, Mammon. I actually have to go outside tomorrow…and I don’t feel like being hungover for that. It’s hard enough as is.” 

Mammon simply chuckled. “Oh, so that means you know you’re going to lose, eh?” 

The sudden challenge to skill tore at any anxiety Levi had possessed. “I would never lose to someone like you!” He stormed away from the door, leaving it open for his brother to enter. Mammon looked behind his shoulder, giving you some time to head in. You easily stepped inside and touched his shoulder to let him know where you would. However, even though he was in on your secret, he still jumped. Levi looked up from his seat. “What?” 

“N-nothing.” Mammon shut the door and scurried around the room, grabbing two miniature glasses and a large bottle to put on Levi’s desk as the sound of a car engine roared through the room through some speaker, two overly shiny vehicles displayed on the computer screen. Look at you, remembering all the technical things. You simply leaned against the wall for now, watching carefully as Mammon chatted with his brother, pouring two shots of human alcohol into the teeny glasses waiting till his brother was turned away before dumping the little potion in his brother’s drink. You would’ve thought that maybe the prospect of having his brother at his command soon was what was making Mammon practically glow with happiness, but…maybe just playing a game like this with his brother was something he needed. 

Then they got to playing. There were shouts and screams as they competed, and then…Levi won the first round. Mammon proclaimed that he was simply giving his little brother the first one out of respect. It was quite possible Mammon didn’t plan this through. What if he got drunk before Levi could drink the potion? Your fears were supported when he lost the next two rounds…But then, after literally swerving and leaning his body along with the fake car, Mammon won. Levi took the shot with a scoff, although he was smiling too. For once, this house felt normal, like what you imagined the warmth of a typical family should feel like. Levi, probably already feeling the effects of the potion, stood up with a little wobble. Mammon, already a bit tipsy, only held out a hand as support for his brother. So it wasn’t much of a surprise that when Levi’s foot came into contact with the bottom of his chair, he tripped. Face mere centimeters from the ground, Levi’s eyes went wide when he simply…stopped. All because in a moment of panic, you dashed over to grab him. You quickly dropped him again, hoping Levi would feel it was just a fluke. Instead, he scurried back to his feet, freaking out. 

“What the hell was that?!” 

“Uhhhhhh,” was all Mammon could say in your support. Note to self: keep your pact-mate sober while you try to remain a secret. 

“S-s-someone grabbed me!” He looked around the room wildly, trying to spot you but obviously unable to since you were cloaked. A little light flashed across Levi’s eyes. The potion officially had worked its way through the human’s body. Now all he needed to do was turn around and look at Ma……you…why was he looking at you? Maybe not directly in your eyes, but in your direction. “Maybe ghosts do exist…or maybe guardian angels…” With two quick steps, Levi came up right to you, his arms wrapped around you. “I can’t see you, but I can sense you. I can feel you. Which means you’re real, right? You’ll protect me.” 

Mammon’s mouth was open, flabbergasted…which was simply just a mirrored version of you. He rubbed the back of his head, perhaps sobering up a bit from the shock. “Shit…”

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[daisyachain]

Convinced dad to accompany me to Orville Peck as a social experiment. Not an artist I’m that familiar with but hey I know a few songs and he’s a good enough performer on a technical level that it’s entertaining just to watch him and the supporting band do their thing. Kept half an ear on the lyrics out of curiosity as to how identifiably non-heterosexual they were, since it’s kind of part of the (cattle) brand and dad went in with no prior knowledge.

What was interesting is that many of them weren’t strictly clockable and many of those were intuitively clockable. Heterosexuality is so intensely mediated by gender roles that a song about a love interest who drives a rig isn’t as easy to (mis)read as m -> f as a song about a love interest who serves coffee. A song that positions the narrator as a hanger-on or a side piece reads as m -> f when the the narrator is angry or vengeful and less so when the narrator is quietly sarcastic. A love interest that provides comfort or security doesn’t read as female even when a male singer can’t possibly be referring to anything but.

Logically there would be about as many woman truck drivers as gay, but both of them are equally hard to fit into our schema of a truck driver. It’s difficult to imagine a model of heterosexuality not intensely mediated by misogyny; it’s hard to imagine a pop culture narrative or even my real life friends’ relationships position a woman as solid, smart, reliable, or protective. Like with the doctor-fishing accident puzzle, there is a push and pull between misogyny and homophobia in trying to interpret songs/stories that don’t match the societal mold.

Given the historical roots of homophobia in misogyny—homophobia as a violent reaction to relationships with no clear superior in the cases of Edward II(?) and James I, four-thousand-year-old European top/bottom discourse, the conflation of trans women, crossdressing men, drag artists, and gay men as well as the (euro/Anglo but also present elsewhere) societal fixation on that image—I love to wonder if heterosexuality exists.

One common thread through studies of specifically male gay history is that superior/inferior male relationships (distinctions of age, position, or class, cf badgays episode I thiiiiink Qutbuddin Mubarak Shah on slaves being considered boys no matter what age) exist on a different level of social acceptability compared to what we in the present day consider a gay relationship. Superior/inferior relationships aren’t enshrined as heterosexual marriage is and are marginalized as frivolity/peccadillo/improper behaviour, but these still generally have a level of acceptability or at least widespread acknowledgement. Romantic or sexual entanglement between two men of equal status, on the other hand, creates a formal uncertainty where neither is guaranteed to be the superior, where class or position is called into question, where the laws of a patriarchal society cannot apply because the prerequisite does not exist.

Following that thread, a ‘real’ gay relationship is between two men of equal standing. So it goes with the modern conception of lesbian relationships, which have not historically fallen under the same level of scrutiny wrt woman-woman power dynamics because that would require historical writers to consider women having thoughts, and the modern heterosexual relationships.

Except, historically the m/f relationship has been considered (by men) (in many but not all societies) to be a superior/inferior relationship. Many if not most men in the most gender-equal societies today consider it to be superior/inferior, a very real affection born from protectiveness/benevolence/patronage/cuteness aggression as a teacher might feel for a student or an aristocrat for a valet + that just also happens to have a sexual component for reasons of whatever biology. Again, looking at real life people who I know and their rancid dating histories, a lot of men approach dating as a Roman emperor might approach a handsome young house slave.

Following this train of logic: it’s commonly accepted today that the superior/inferior m/m model (often expressed as pederasty) is not strictly ‘gay’ in the modern sense. It’s its own form of relationship that doesn’t really exist in the current conception of love (For Good Reason) but does exist in the current conception of abuse (be it boss/employee sexual harassment or child abuse). Many m/f relationships are conceived of as superior/inferior by the participants. Many, not most, m/f relationships do exist as abusive structures and can only be conceived of as abusive.

Therefore, due to whatever misogyny, historical baggage, and social constraints, ‘real’ heterosexuality is a rare phenomenon, and we have only just recently witnessed its birth as a culturally understood idea. Only with the reform of divorce laws and property ownership in the mid-20th century in a very few countries did real heterosexuality become possible. Most men have not yet achieved it. Straight Men Are Our Smallest Minority Group.

[noisy-weasel]

When you can't play the main story because you're too weak and you can't catch up on hard mode 3 chapters behind because you're still too weak and you can't play the event because you're too weak and farming levels is a horrible part time job and it's like well wtf man. wtf I'm supposed to do?

[unholyeverything]

I’m thinking about Obey Me a lot again recently, mainly Lucifer of course. But mostly because I’m mourning what we could have had if he stayed like he was in Season 1. 

[delphi-dreamin]

Sooooo...

Would anyone be interested if I started taking requests for OM headcanons and maybe drabbles/ficlets? For now I could only really write for the brothers for now, but I'm working on getting more comfortable with the dateables and Luke.

So yeah...Let me know?

[everyday-is-brighter-with-you]

In Jerusalem by Tamim Al-Barghouti - Translated by Anas and Amena, based off Houssem Ben Lazreg

In Jerusalem

We passed by the beloved’s house, but were turned away​ by the enemy’s laws and the enemy's wall.​

I told myself, “Maybe, that is a blessing,” for what will you see in Jerusalem when ​you visit it?

You will see all that you cannot endure, when its houses appear by the ​side of the road.​

And not every soul rejoices when it meets its beloved, nor does every separation harm it.​

For if their meetings pleased it before separation,​ That pleasure is not, after their reunion, guaranteed.

Once you set your eyes on Old Jerusalem one time, your eyes will then see it, wherever you set them. ……………………………………………………………………………….

In Jerusalem is a greengrocer from Georgia, annoyed with his wife, thinking of going on vacation ​or of painting his house.​

In Jerusalem is a Torah ​ and an elderly man come from Upper Manhattan to teach Polish boys its commandments.​

In Jerusalem is an Ethiopian policeman closing off a street in the marketplace.​ A machine gun on a settler not yet twenty.​ A hat greeting the Wailing Wall. ​

​And European tourists who do not see Jerusalem at all.​ You see them taking pictures ​of each other ​with a Palestinian woman who sells radishes in public squares ​all day long.​

In Jerusalem the soldiers marched ​with heavy boots ​over the clouds. In Jerusalem we prayed on the asphalt. ​In Jerusalem ​is…​whomsoever is in Jerusalem…but you.​

And History turned to me and smiled: ​ "Did you really think that your eye would overlook them and see other than them? Here they are in front of you; ​The text,​ of which you are the footnote and margin.

O son, did you think ​that a visit would lift​ off of the city’s face ​the thick veil of its reality, so that you may see what you desire?​ In Jerusalem ​is every young man…​but you.​

It is the deer in the distance whom fate decreed stay out of reach,​ you still chase after her ​ever since she said goodbye with a tear​. Go easy on yourself for a moment, ​I see that you have become weak…​ In Jerusalem ​is​…whomsoever is in Jerusalem…​but you.​"

O chronicler of history, wait a minute for the city’s timeline is twofold: One is foreign, serene, with steady steps ​as if sleepwalking​ And there is another, hidden, masked, walking silently, cautious of the first…​

And Jerusalem knows itself. ​Ask the people there everyone will guide you,​ for every thing in the city has a tongue ​eloquent when you ask it.​

In Jerusalem the crescent becomes more curved, like an embryo,​ bending towards its likenesses over the domes, developing with them over the years a relationship,​ as of a father to his sons.​

In Jerusalem are buildings whose stones are quotations​ from the Bible and the Quran.​

In Jerusalem the definition of beauty is ​a blue octagon,​ on top of it, dear friend, lies a golden dome ​that looks to me like ​a convex mirror in which heaven’s face ​is reflected,​ coddled, drawn near, ​ distributed like aid to the ​needy as they are besieged ​ when they appeal to God ​after a Friday sermon. ​ In Jerusalem the sky is amongst us, ​ we protect it and it ​protects us, ​ and we would carry it on​ our shoulders if Time ever ​oppressed its moons.​

In Jerusalem are dark marble columns,​ the veins in the marble resemble smoke. ​ And windows, high on mosques and churches, taking Dawn by hand to show it how engraving in colour is done. ​

Dawn says, “like this,” ​and the windows reply, “no, rather like this.” ​ And whenever this debate lasts long, they compromise. For Dawn is free outside the thresholds, but​ if it ever wishes to enter ​it is bound to the rules of the windows and their Lord.​

In Jerusalem there’s a school built by a Mameluke who came from beyond the river, was sold at a slave market in Isfahan, to a merchant from Baghdad, who traveled to Aleppo, and gave the Mameluke to Aleppo’s Prince, Fearing the blueness in the Mameluke’s left eye, the Prince gave him to a caravan heading for Egypt where soon, he became the vanquisher of the Moguls and the Sovereign Sultan

In Jerusalem is a scent that captures the essence of Babylon and India​ at an herbalist’s shop in Khan El Zeit.​ A scent that I swear has a language ​you will understand if you listen to; And it says to me when they fire tear gas at me “Don’t worry about them.” And it fills the air again as the gas ​fades away and it says to me: “Do you see?”​

In Jerusalem contradictions are in agreement, ​and the wonders people cannot deny;​ they check them out like pieces of cloth, old and new,​ and the miracles there they touch with their hands.

In Jerusalem if you shake hands with an old man or touch a building, you will find engraved on your palm, ​my friend, lines of a poem or two.​

In Jerusalem despite the succession of calamities a breeze of innocence fills the air, a breeze of childhood.​ And you will see doves flying declaring the birth of a state between two bullets.

​In Jerusalem the rows of graves are lined like they are ​the lines of the city’s history, ​ and the book is its soil. ​

Everyone has passed through here for Jerusalem welcomes all who come to it.​ Walk through it, and read its gravestones in the languages of all peoples of the Earth. There are the Africans, Europeans, Kipchaks, Slavs, Bosniaks, Tatars, Turks, the believers, disbelievers, poor, rich, sinners, hermits. In here are all the peoples that have ever walked the face of the Earth.​

Oh chronicler of history! ​What has happened that you ​have excluded us? Have you found that we are the only ones with no place left for us in the city? Re-write and read again for I see that you have erred.​

My eyes close, then look again. The driver of the yellow car heads north, away from the city’s gates, and now Jerusalem is behind us.

My eyes see it in the right-side mirror, as its colors have changed in the sun before sunset, when a smile surprised me, how it sneaked onto my face, I do not know.​

It said to me after all this pondering: ​ “O you weeping behind the city wall, are you a fool? Have you lost your mind? ​ Do not weep O you who have been excluded from the text of the book. ​ Do not weep O Arab, and know surely that​

In Jerusalem ​is whomsoever is in Jerusalem but…In Jerusalem ​I see no one…but you.”​

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Original source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVYbsjK4nVA

[frizzy-frizz-frizz]

the way I would actually kill to read a fic in Android!Kevin's point of view...

....maybe I should write one

[thebestsetter]

Isagi loves your thighs. And even though he isn't the type of guy to answer "personality" when asked "Boobs, thighs or ass?", he doesn't want to outright say how attracted he feels to them, mainly because he doesn't want you to think he only cares about your body (even though you know he doesn't).

So, imagine how heavenly it felt the first time he got to sleep on your lap. He remembers it as if it happened yesterday.

He had come home after a tough day of practice, in which his coach seemed even more angry than usual and just determined to make the whole team's day a living hell. Everything in him was aching, from his back to his feet, and he could swear he had a fever or something, because his head was starting to throb too. All Isagi wanted to do was get home and lay down, even if it means sleeping without showering (which shows just how tired he was).

"Honey? You're home!" he heard you saying from the kitchen "Welcome home!"

He tried to answer your sweet voice welcoming him home. He really did. But his mouth just wouldn't answer his brain's commands. So, he was just standing, staring at you with his mouth wide open, looking like an idiot.

"Isagi? Are you feeling alright?"

He couldn't even register what he was doing, but the next thing he knew, he walked closer to you. His body was just moving on it's own, as if being as close to you as possible was as natural for him as breathing.

"Sweetie, you're starting to scare me. Do you need to go to the doctor? Did something happen today at practice?"

He couldn't resist the urge to hug you anymore, even though he was trying to restrain himself because he was still stinky from practice and he knew just how much you hated it when he hugged or kissed you without showering first. He couldn't explain it, but you looked so huggable at the moment! He took a step closer, hugging you tight and burying his face in the crook of your neck, innaling deeply and letting out a satisfied sigh. One of his hands was travelling your waist while the other was playing with the hem of your shirt.

"Yoichi!" you exclaimed, voice worried yet still not loud enough to make his head ache even more (he doesn't even think your voice will ever be capable of doing him any harm) "You're burning up! You have a fever! I can't believe it, I told you to take better care of yourself!"

Ah. So he was right. He had a fever. That's why training was so hard today.

"Hm" he muttered, still with his head in your neck. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment you both were having.

"Stay at the couch, I'll go grab some medicine at the bathroom."

"Noooo, don't leave me here" he said, clearly affected by his sickness. It looks like his mouth finally started to work again. "I don't want to be away from youuuu"

"Yoichi, my honey, you're clearly not thinking straight right now. But I won't go away! I'll be back in like 30 seconds. Sit on the couch and count, I swear it won't take long"

He sighed, but complied anyway, sitting at the couch and waiting (im)patiently.

You were right, because in almost no time you came back with pills and a cup of water. If there was a sport where the champion had to be the person who brought a glass of water and medicine to their sick boyfriend the fastest, you would win, Isagi thought (and that thought made him strangely proud).

"Here. Drink it up" he obeyed

"Everything hurts"

"I know it does, love. What you need right now is sleep. Come here" you said, patting your lap. If Yoichi was in his right mind, he would've blushed hard and maybe even denied at first, but he wasn't. He just wanted to rest, and he always dreamed about laying in your lap. So, he quickly grasped the opportunity.

And boy was it as good as he imagined it would be. Even better, actually. Your thighs were fluffier than any other pillows he had ever used before, and he felt like he could hibernate there. And as if it couldn't get any better, you started playing with his hair. He was in heaven. He couldn't even fell the pain anymore, and he was sure it wasn't just the medicine doings.

"I love your thighs" he admitted, a honesty he wouldn't have when he was healthy, which made you chuckle "And I love you too. Thank you." He kissed the inner part of your thigh to show you just how serious he was about it

"I love you too, Yoichi. Now, rest. We don't want the best striker of the world to be sick all week, do we?"

"If it means getting to lay on your lap everyday, I would be sick my whole life"

"You're silly"

"And you're the love of my life"

"Good night, Isagi"

"Good night, my love"

Masterlist

[hees-mine]

DESTROYED - L. HEESEUNG

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Warnings: smut, rough, unprotected sex, finger sucking, cum eating, blowjob, cursing, crying, dirty talk, degrading, fully consensual, heeseung is mean calls reader whore, slut, bitch, so if you’re (for lack of a better word) sensitive, please proceed with caution.

Genre: 18+, smut, Minors do not interact!

WC: 3,327k

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"What the fuck are you staring at?" A male voice says in your direction, but you're far too entranced to notice anyone speaking to you.

Until the person and the voice get closer and closer to you. "I said, what are you fucking staring at?" He slams his palms down on your table, startling you and making you flinch as his large figure looms over your trembling one. 

You suck in a breath, barely able to breathe because he is so close to you. You have never been this close to him ever.

Well, only in your dreams.

In your dreams, where you and him were together.

"I-" you nearly short circuit trying to come up with an answer as his warm fans across your flushed face.

"Come on, I don't got all fucking day," he whispered to you and you only.

You were both in the back of the library, and it was just the two of you, but he still kept his voice low.

"Y-you, I w-was looking at you." You decided to tell the truth, gulping nervously as you shifted in your seat. You may or may not have stayed in the library a little longer just so you could stare at him from time to time.

"Why?" He grips the collar of your shirt, yanking you closer to him, his face just inches away from you, and your breath gets caught in your throat.

You can't help but stare at his lips, completely mesmerized by him despite the strong hold he has you in.

The closeness and the scent of his cologne made you feel weak in the knees, and you let out an involuntary whimper. "Hee-" you whine as his grip on your shirt tightens.

"What's wrong with you? Can you not speak?" He insults you, but it goes in one ear and out the other as you get lost in his angry gaze. "Maybe I can help." he lets go of your wrinkled collar and roughly cups your cheek, using his thumb to pull your bottom lip downward. Now, maybe you can utter more than two fucking words.

But you don't, and your brain is on autopilot as you let your intrusive thoughts win and mindlessly suck his thumb into your mouth.

His breath gets caught in his throat from your sudden, unexpected action. 

"Hmm," you hum, sucking on his thumb and looking up at him with the most innocent look you could muster.

A knowing smirk reaches the side of his mouth. "So that's why you were staring. You wanna fuck me, is that it?" He cocks his brow, looking at your pathetic face. You're drooling around his thumb, your thighs squeezing together as you moan shamelessly in the back of the library.

You nod rapidly, too far gone to answer him properly. You wanted him for way more than sex, but the arousal coursing through you was stopping you from speaking your mind clearly.

"Yeah?" He chuckles, pressing his thumb on the back of your tongue, causing you to gag and release his thumb. "If you were that desperate for my dick, you could have just asked instead of staring like a fucking weirdo."

You shied away from feeling embarrassed by his words.

He tilts your head up, forcing you to stare at him in the eyes. "Come on then, if you want to act like a fucking slut I'll fuck you like one, too" he forcefully grips your wrist, dragging you out of your seat and pulling you with him to the nearest empty classroom.

You follow closely behind him through the school halls, and he shuts the door once he finds a quiet and secluded classroom. "Get on your knees," he commands you right away, and you don't let a second pass before you're at his feet like a puppy waiting to obey his every order. "Fucking shameless," he whispers to himself and unbuckles his belt. 

Your heart races with anticipation cause you imagined what his cock looked like every night as you humped your pillows to the thought of him, and now you were finally about to see the real thing.

"Actually," he stops midway from unbuttoning his jeans. "You do it." Your tiny hands fly to unfasten his pants, and he can't help but smile in amusement at how desperate you look.

Your hands were shaking as you popped open his button and pulled down his zipper.

You looked up at him, waiting for him to give you his approval.

"Don't just sit there. Take them off," he says sternly, and you immediately pull the material down his legs.

You unsurely put your hands on the waist of his boxers, and he rolls his eyes. "Those too, come on, don't act all innocent like you don't know what to do when you were literally just sucking on my thumb in public like a needy fucking whore”

You take all his condescending comments without saying a word back cause all you want to do is please him.

Pulling down his boxers, you're met with his soft cock, and your eyes gleam in amazement. He was everything you had ever imagined and more. "Think you can make me hard?" He chuckles and folds his arms over his chest.

He didn't have any interest in you whatsoever, which hints why he's not even the slightest bit hard, but since you were bold enough to suck his thumb in a public library, he figured he might as well give you a chance. It's not every day he has a girl desperate enough to beg him to fuck.

His expectations of your blow job skills were on a scale of one to ten.

Minus zero.

But when you didn't give him a reply and started sucking his whole soft shaft in your mouth, he was proven oh so wrong. "Fuck!" His body lurched forward from the sudden sensation of your wet warm mouth enveloping his dick.

You hum, pleased with the reaction that you got from him, and he quickly regained his composure, putting his hardened exterior back on.

The more you sucked him off, the bigger you felt him grow in your mouth. He was now rock hard, twitching in your mouth as you struggled to fit it all in once he was fully erect.

"That's right, gag on it, you filthy fucking whore” he grabbed a fist full of your hair and pushed you all the way down on his dick till he was buried in your clenching throat. "So tight." You gripped his thighs, squeezing them to ask for a breather, but he didn't stop. "You're okay," he laughed and kept you in your place, bucking his hips and using your throat to get himself off.

You were choking and gagging on him. Saliva was dripping down his shaft and soaking his tight balls as you clenched around him continuously. "Oh yeah, taking it like a real fucking slut” he groans, his hips bucking faster while he fucks your face. The sound of you choking on cock was literally music to his ears.

You let him use your mouth for his own pleasure despite feeling lightheaded and out of breath. You loved hearing him moaning for you. You loved the fact that you were the one that was making him feel good.

"Fuck you're such a nasty little whore. Look at you enjoying getting your throat fucked” he feels the familiar twitch of his cock and finally pulls out, giving you a much-needed breather. "Jerk me off. I wanna cum on your face," he says breathlessly.

You grip his base pumping his cock that is slick with your saliva while you catch your breath. "Hee," you moan, your lips pursed and swollen as you kiss his tip, licking the salty precum clean off. 

"Cumming” he leans back to grip the desk that was behind him as warm squirts of his cum spilled all over your face.

You flinched as you felt the first rope hitting your face. "Stay still" he grabbed the back of your head, holding you still until he was finished covering your face in his pearly white cum. "There you go" he leaned forward from his slouched position and pressed his dick on your face rolling his hips and spreading his cum all over you.

Once he was satisfied, he tapped his dick on your lips as you looked at him like he was the only man in the world. "Did you like it hee?" You asked, hoping to be praised by him, hoping you could satisfy him.

Instead of responding, he yanks you off the ground by your wrist, switching places with you as he sets you on the desk, standing between your legs and forcing you to hold them open at his sides.

He rolls your skirt around your waist, revealing your soaked panties.

He nuzzled his dick right against your covered core bucking his hips into you as his tip pleasures your throbbing clit. "Hee," you whine, his name, your arms reaching for his shoulders, but he pushes you away to grab the opening on your white blouse and rips it open, not caring about the buttons hitting the floor and your shirt being ruined.

Once he opens your shirt, he forcefully pulls your bra down just below your breasts, the material squeezing your chest and perking your tits up, making them look so round and plump for his eyes to feast on. 

You felt shy with his lustful gaze on you, but it also turned you on the way he was looking at you with so much want and desire.

He gathered a glob of spit in his mouth and let it fall between your breasts. 

You gasp as the warm liquid trickles along your skin. 

A loud smack echoes in the quiet classroom as his palm meets your breast. "Heeseung," you arched your back, moaning at the stinging sensation as he did it again to your left breast. 

"Shush," he puts his index finger to his lips, indicating you to be quiet, and you nod cause the warning look in his eyes left you speechless. "Unless you want to get caught with my dick in you," he grunts and squeezes both your breasts between his hands, roughly massaging them. "So soft," he bends down, nibbling at the flesh, leaving his teeth marks all over your chest, littering your boobs with sticky strings of his saliva and hickeys that would only get darker as the day progressed.

"Hee, I'm so wet for you," you whisper and buck your hips to meet the slow rolls of his desperately searching for more friction.

"I know you're nothing but a slut getting wet from sucking dick" he sucks a tit into his mouth, roughly sucking on and releasing it with a pop.

He swallows thickly and leans back to look at the fucked out mess that lies before him. Your pussy was soaked, your face covered in his cum, and your chest marked with his lust.

Slipping your panties to the side, he inserts his cock beneath the fabric of your underwear. The movement of his hips still slows, almost like he's teasing you on purpose.

He ruts his raw dick on your core slipping and sliding through your drenched folds. "Fuck” his body trembles with pleasure as he guides his tip to your hole and goes in with one push forcing his cock all the way to the hilt inside your little soaking cunt.

"Oh, hee!" You squeal, gripping the sides of the desk to brace yourself.

He breathes out a laugh. "Surprised a whore like you is still this tight" he bites his lip. The way you're sucking him in and fitting so snugly around his cock was the best thing he's ever felt.

Your mouth parts open, but you can't even utter a single word because of the way he feels inside you.

He has you stuffed so full your legs feel numb, and all you can do is lay there and take it all as he splits you open on his hard thick cock.

He pins your arms down, gaining the leverage to fuck into your pussy faster. 

His thighs clap against your ass, the skin-slapping sounds filling the room along with the jingle of his belt every time his tip bumps your cervix, and if anyone walked by, they would definitely be able to tell what you two are doing behind the door.

"Look at you so fucking dumb for cock you can't even say a word" he snaps his hips until sweat starts to form all over his body, and his breath gets heavy. 

He releases your arms and opens the buttons on his school uniform until his chest is revealed to you. The cold air meeting his hot skin makes his nipples hard, and you can't stop your hands from roaming all over his chest. "You like that, huh?" He grabs your wrist, placing your hands on his pecs, pressing down firmly until your hand marks are left against his flushed skin. "Shit," he huffs out an exhausted breath, his hips never once slowing down.

"Yes, hee love it so much" he throws his head back, losing himself in your pussy, the squelching sounds making his cock throb with every wet deep thrust.

"I know you do by the way you're taking this dick like a bitch in heat" he grips your thigh with his right hand, his other going to the back of your head, holding it up so you can watch the way his cock gets lost in your pussy. "look at it going in that's what you wanted right? Wanted some dick in this pathetic little messy pussy. You like it? Does this satisfy you whore?" 

Your body slides up and down the desk as he pounds into you, and you nod senselessly, your mouth hung open with drool leaking down your chin. "Y-yes y-you're all I w-"Your words get lost in your throat when he grips your panties and rips them off. The cool air hitting your wet pussy makes you clench around him, and he can't help but moan at the tightness.

"Fuck” his gaze falls to your cunt. It looked so fucking perfect, so wet, so messy, and taking his dick so so deep. 

He puts his thumb into his mouth, sucking on it to wet it before pressing down on your swollen clit.

Your body jerks on the desk, unable to control how much you shake with pleasure, and you can't help the scream you let out as you fall back and lose yourself to the feeling of him fucking you so deep.

You're a flailing mess trying to find something to ground yourself with, but it's useless. Your fucked out body is completely defenseless against his brutal strokes.

He smirks at your wrecked state rubbing your clit faster to bring you to your end. "Heeseung!" You tremble as your orgasm washes over you, the pleasure making you cry out in ecstasy as you hang off his dick.

"Yeah, do what you were made to do cum on this fucking dick slut” he dug his fingertips into your thigh, rubbing your clit through your high as he pounded into you, his release not far off. 

"Where do you want my cum?" He speeds up his thrust, making it even harder for you to answer.

"I-inside" 

He's not surprised a fucking needy bitch like you would want a complete stranger cumming inside them.

"Just like a dirty slut” he quickly pulls out a glob of your guy's mixed arousal leaking out of your hole and dripping to the floor as he jerks himself off to finish. "Shit," his hand glides up and down on his slick shaft at a fast pace till his warm spurts of cum are spilling on your used-up little cunt.

"Hee," you whine in dismay.

He finishes on your pussy and rubs his dick on your core to ride out his high. "Whores like you don't deserve it. You take what I give you" he slides back in your sensitive hole, pushing his seed inside you fucking into you slowly as you whimper in oversensitivity.

"T-too much"

"Shut up." he quickly covers your mouth with his palm, quieting you. "I said take what I give you. Are you gonna listen?" He tilts his head to the side, waiting for your answer, and you nod, answering a muffled yes behind his palm. "That's what I thought. It's not like you could say no to me anyways cause you're such an easy whore. Now I'm gonna move my hand and be real, real quiet for me."

He holds onto your hips fucking into you without warning, he thrusts harder and faster than the previous round, and you see nothing but stars.

You're clenching uncontrollably on his dick. It hurts, but it hurts so good you wouldn't dare to ask him to stop. 

"Still too much?" He asks cockily, knowing you're loving every last ounce of this.

You nod your head and use your last bit of strength to spread your legs wider, letting him have his way with you and take you however he wants.

"I think you can take more," he ruts forward, penetrating you deeply, his tip kissing your cervix every time he thrusts.

Your body lays lifeless on that desk. You thought he was fucking you good before, but nothing beat the way he was doing you right now. You were there taking every inch of his dick at his mercy, and you loved it all.

The look on his face as he ravaged your body made you cum again, and out of nowhere, you're squirting all over his dick and making the biggest mess. 

You were too weak to even moan at this point, but your pussy was doing all the talking as it leaked copious amounts of cum mixed with your squirt.

"Ah fuck” Heeseung groaned. The wet warmth surrounding his dick felt so good that he was left with no choice but to fill you up with his cum. "Guess you deserve it a-after all," he splutters out, twitching and throbbing erratically while cumming inside you.

The sight below was absolutely amazing. Your bodies conjoined between a sex-filled mess, and the ropes of cum just wouldn't stop. His balls tighten with every squirt until they run dry, and your pussy is overflowing with his cum and your squirt.

He hunches over you, your mouth hung open as you pant. He uses the opportunity to spit inside and press his lips against yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth as your tongues tangle and the residual saliva passes down your throats after the messy kiss.

He sighs as he hoists himself up. He quickly buttons his shirt and pulls up his pants to fasten them.

Running his fingers through his hair, he looks at your body one last time and smirks at the state he's left you in.

Finally coming to your senses somewhat, you lift your aching body off the desk after countless minutes of being fucked utterly senseless on it. "Hee?" You call him softly, and he cringes at the nickname you've given him.

He turns to you, an unreadable expression on his face. "Don't you ever call me that again, and if I catch you staring at me, things won't end like this." he left the classroom without giving you a chance to respond and slammed the door on his way out, leaving you to clean yourself up.

You stood up on wobbly legs with tears gathering in your eyes as you did your best to put yourself back together.

The reality of what just happened setting in now that you're back in your right mind.

You got dressed and sat in the empty classroom, staring blankly at the wall.

Not only did he destroy your outfit, but he also left you destroyed.

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