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You cursed at yourself while re-reading Lucifer’s message to you on you D.D.D.
Lucifer
>Come to my office. I’ll be waiting.
There’s no way he found out about your most recent test result. You just got it today! It’s not like you did terribly, either, when Mammon likely did worse. You glance at the demon next to you, but surely with that dumb look on his face he has no idea the punishment he’ll be receiving from Lucifer. Likely after you receive yours.
“Yooo, we should hit the clubs tonight to celebrate!” Mammon loudly exclaimed, pumping his fists in the air. Asmo, always keen to party, squealed in agreement as he grabbed your arm. “Yess! That would be amazing! I can finally use the gorgeous new outfit I bought. You can come too, right? Please say yes!” Asmo pleaded
“Celebrate what? Failing?” You say deadpanned but then your eyes soften as you remove yourself from Asmo. “Sorry, boys, I think Lucifer has our test results.” Both Mammon and Asmo shoot you a questioning, almost panicked, look. You show them the text and they both let out a light scream of horror as they imagine their fates being tied up from the ceiling. Well, at least for Mammon, you think.
Your demon buddies send you off to Lucifer’s office as they scramble to get any last moments of happiness before having a talk with Lucifer. It did strike you as odd that Mammon or Asmodeus didn’t receive any messages similar to yours, or even that Lucifer hadn’t texted in the House of Lamentation group chat.
Either way, you were there outside his office, mentally preparing to be chastised. Not harshly, of course, after all, you had something special that gave you the tiniest shield of protection comparative to his own brothers.
It wasn’t a secret, either. Everyone knew who you chose to pursue romantically, and what a bold choice indeed. That boldness is eventually what, you think, gave you an edge against the Avatar of Pride’s heart. He thought you to be exciting, bold, and never to hold your tongue around him despite so many of his fellow demons afraid of him (rightfully so at times). You always held your own against him and while you couldn’t possibly win him in a fight before your pact; your wit, charisma, charm, boldness, and the many things about you eventually enchanted him so deeply that he was unable to resist lending you that aspect of himself. One that he has never given to anyone before.
Smiling a moment to yourself, you call out to him. “Lucifer, I’m coming in.” You decided against knocking, he had already been expecting you, anyways, it wouldn’t be a surprise and better showcases your initiative in the situation.
Upon entering, you see Lucifer at his desk, writing away. He takes a moment to look up and acknowledge you before going right back to his paperwork.
You smile and let yourself walk in deeper into the office, shutting the door behind you. “I’m here. You wanted to see me?”
“I do. Come, sit.” As you begin to pull out a chair to make yourself more comfortable, the demon clicks his tongue and you see a slight shake of disapproval. You meet his eyes, and, in that moment, follow his gaze falling to his lap.
Oh my god. He can’t be serious?
Lucifer had his own teasingly sinister smirk plastered right over his face as his chair was slightly pushed out and he patted the opening he created for you.
You’re joking."
“I am not.”
Your stomach begins to tingle in either excitement or anxiety. You can’t tell which. Your body begins to set you aflame as you manage to retract the chair back into it’s original position. “This isn’t about… I mean you’re not going to punish me-”
A rare laugh escapes Lucifer as he eyes you and feel like you’re being shredded from love.
“I called you to come sit; I’ll only punish you if you disobey me.” He leans into his chair and is not far enough to stop his writing. At your hesitance he sighs gently and explains a bit more. “I’m far too stressed right now. If you permit, I care to be selfish with your time and presence.”
‘So you want me to sit on you??’ resonates in your mind and you’re left a bit dumbfounded at the request. I mean, sure, you and Lucifier have a great physical relationship, but this seems so much more intimate. Maybe it’s because of your own insecurity about the request he’s making. I mean, after all, you were never on top. Not that he wasn’t okay with it, but more so it triggered your insecurity about being too heavy for him. Maybe it wasnt comfortable to have several hundred pounds on someone, much less while doing… extensive physical activity.
Bringing you out of your stupor was a hand on your hip bringing you into the moment. Lucifer’s touch always had an effect on you and this time was no different
Your thoughts had so much to say but you could only manage to blurt out the least effective commentary that highlighted your insecurity. “But… I weigh so much. Lucifer, I don’t think.. I mean- You’d be so uncomfortable…” It hurt you to say out loud and it hurt even more to admit such a part of yourself that you had been shamed for in front of Pride himself. Despite having nothing to be ashamed of, that twinge of sentiments from the past are ever so highlighted in these types of moments.
“You must be confusing me for a different, weaker demon.” Your entire body flushed at that. For a moment you considered fighting back, but before you managed to retort, Lucifer clicked his tongue again. “Hush now and sit.” His hand fluttered over your waist once more. This time it was to remind you that ultimately it was your decision, despite his words. Emboldened by his comment, you felt that stomach tingle which this time you knew was excitement.
And with that, you took your rightful throne.