27. Currently obsessed with Obey Me, specifically Lucifer, and I'm just getting back into Genshin. This blog contains both SFW and NSFW content. My main blog is itmestine and I'm also wearyeyebrow on Ao3. I tend to favor dom reader, but I reblog a bit of everything. If you're under 18 please do not interact with my explicit content. It is tagged appropriately and always under a cut. Thank you! Stay safe out there!
my actual vampire hot take is that if you're going to be a 'vegetarian' vampire (a vampire that only drinks the blood of animals) you MUST have hunter education. i'm so sick of people being like oh well predator animals are mean and scary because they kill cute 'harmless' animals like NO they're crucial for the environment and if you're going to hunt animals for blood you still need to stick to regular people hunting guidelines and only hunt things that are in season and abide by your areas bag limits
vampire that did a detailed study about whether vampires can get prion diseases and concluded they can't and preferentially hunts animals with chronic wasting disease. and then incinerates the corpses.
~ You have always tried to be self sufficient and fight your own battles. But when you reach your breaking point, you find yourself alone.
Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, physical and emotional feelings of stress, reader getting treated poorly for being a human, group projects.
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You feel like there is a little stress demon bouncing around your chest. In the human world, group projects were annoying, and unfortunately, they still exist in hell.
For one of your classes, you were paired up with Olivier, a Greater demon from one of the Devildom's wealthy families, and his companions. Right from the get-go, he made it very clear that he had no intention of working on a project with a filthy human and that if you were to say anything about his refusal, it would make Diavolo's exchange program look bad if it appeared that the demons at RAD were not being accepting of humans.
At first, you thought his threat was silly. That he was simply a slacker who wanted to get out of work. But after a while, you realized that Olivir has a strong distaste for humans and could have the influence to cause problems for the exchange program if you were to speak out against his behaviors.
So, you put on your best face and ignored his prejudiced behavior. The subtle comments he would make under his breath when you asked questions in class, the way he would cleanse his hand with fire magic after coming into contact with something you had touched, and the way conversations would die out whenever you entered a room without one of the brothers, the Angels, or Diavolo himself by your side.
You have been tirelessly working on this massive project all by yourself; it has stolen all of your free time, and feelings of sardonic frustration are just welling up inside of you. Now, just like the too-heavy book bag that clings to your shoulder, You are nearing your breaking point.
The House of Lamination is a safe haven for you after your tiring days at RAD, but right as you enter through its massive double doors, you come face to face with Lucifer. The Avatar of Pride greets you with a loving expression, but he looks just as exhausted as you feel.
"Mc? Is something troubling you?" he asks, taking in your downcast features with a frown. You want to tell him of your little problem, but he is ridiculously busy and probably has more important things to do than dealing with your inability to play nice with others.
After all, a classmate not liking you is no excuse for you to receive a poor grade on your project…
"Not at all," you reply, flashing him a sweet, convincing smile. "I'm just getting a bit hangry, I can't wait for dinner tonight."
"I see," he says doubtfully.
"How are you doing?" you ask, changing the subject. 'You look a bit stressed."
"Is it that obvious?" he chuckles, raking his hand through his raven-colored hair. "Apparently, those rubber duck toys from the human world have become quite popular in the Devildom, and Lord Diavolo thought it would be fun to give them out at RAD. So now I am going through the student council finances to determine how many ducks and varieties we need."
"Sounds complicated, but why you?"
"No clue," he sighs, "But he seems to think that I have a hidden fondness for these toys."
"Well, I'm sure this Rubber Duck event will go off without a hitch," you say earnestly. "You are so organized and capable you can make anything successful."
"Do you really mean that?" he asks, a smile gracing his fine features. You nod as he gives you a soft peck on the forehead as thanks for your kind words. "I have to work through this paperwork now, but I feel more inclined to do it after your encouragement, Mc."
"Wait," you call after him. "You better make it down for dinner tonight then; if you don't, I will personally invite Solomon to come and prepare the next meal."
His eyes widen as a shudder courses through his strong back. "There's no need for that. I promise to be down for dinner."
~
Hours later, everyone is gathered around the dinner, eating some kind of Devildom variation of lasagna that Satan made.
Beel has a whole sheet pan to himself and is chowing down as he and Belphie seem to be having a telepathic conversation that no one at the table is able to decipher. Lucifer is at the head of the table, keeping true to his promise of joining you, but he is eating quickly, clearly in a rush.
Asmodeus sits to your right, talking animatedly about something that happened today when he was at the mall, you're sure it's an entertaining story based on the reactions of the others, but you are too lost in thought, poking at your dinner plate with a silver fork.
Although you have been working on your project for days, there is no way you are going to finish the damn thing on time. This workload was meant for a large group, not just one simple human.
"Mc? What are ya thinkin' about?" Mammon asks, stirring you from your thoughts. "Ya haven't touched yer dinner."
"Satan looks up at you from across the table. "Do you not care for this dish?" he asks. "I could make you something else if you would prefer it?" his dejection breaks your heart.
You shake your head quickly. "No, not at all," you say. "I love it; the sauce is really creamy, I just got distracted."
"Oh, I see." he nods as you take a bite of his dish. "I'm relieved."
"Gahhhh," Levi cries from his seat as he sets his game console down on the table. His screen flashing red tells you that he has just failed the level he was on. "I can't believe it, I was so close."
"Leviathan, what did I say about playing video games at the dinner table?" Lucifer asks the purple-haired demon sternly.
"N-not to." he sulks, slipping the little handheld off the table and into his deep jacket pocket.
"Thank you," the eldest responds. He clears his throat to get the attention of everyone. "Now, if I could just have a second of your time."
"One," Belphie deadpans, looking at his older brother. They hold eye contact, and it is clear the youngest is struggling to keep a straight face at his joke.
"Anyways," the taller demon continues, "I have a very important task to finish tonight, and I will need absolutely-"
"That's two seconds now." Satan interrupts with a snicker.
Lucifer, with the wisdom and patience of the oldest sibling, chooses to ignore the teasing and continue with what he is saying. "As I was saying, I require peace and quiet to complete these documents, so I will now be returning to my study and enchanting the door with a noise-canceling spell. I do not wish to be disturbed, so please only contact me if it is an emergency."
"Wait? So we jus can do whatever we wanna do tonight?" Mammon asks, his eyes sparkle with mischievous greed as he imagines the possibilities before him.
"Within reason, Mammon," Lucifer's crimson glare shoots to all his brothers. "But if I find out that any of you decided to waste your free time running about the devildom causing problems, rest assured, I will punish you using everything at my disposal." The room falls silent as the Avatar of Pride rises from his seat and turns to leave. His massive cape swishes dramatically as he walks out the dining room doors.
Unsurprisingly, Asmo is the first to spring from his seat. His arms wrap around you as you inhale his sweet peach-scented cologne. "Mc, come to my room. I have the cutest top you can wear tonight when you go to the club with me." he purrs into the shell of your ear.
"No way," Mammon objects. "The human is gonna come to the Casino with the Great Mammon tonight."
Before the two demons try to drag you across the Devildom to party, you object. "Actually, I have a project to work on," you say, standing. "But you guys have fun."
"Wait, Mc," Beel asks softly, his big eyes full of hope. "Belphie and I were gonna go get some shaved ice for dessert. Would you like to join us?"
Your heart flutters tenderly at the Avatar of Gluttony's request, but the stress you are feeling is hitting you ten-fold. "I wish I could, Beel. But I really have to get my assignment done."
"May I join you two?" Satan asks. "I find myself in the mood for dessert."
"Me too," Levi quips.
"Sounds like a plan," Belphie says, looking at you with a pout. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us?"
"I'm positive," you reply, giving them your most convincing smile. "Now, you guys should go before the shop closes for the night." Beel's eyes go wide with worry, and he hastily leaves the room. As the others follow him out.
Now alone, your body begins to tremble under the stress of the deadline looming over your head. The walk back to your desk is a long one, and tears begin to wheel in your eyes as you stare down at your assignment rubric and wonder how, in the three realms, you are going to be able to finish this project on time.
~
It's been hours of working. Stressing, erasing, and overthinking and you feel like you are nearing your wits end.
Your screen lights up with a message from Asmodeus. When you open it is a video attachment. Clicking on it you see that the 6 brothers are sharing a lush VIP booth at the Fall. "I wish you were hereeeee," Asmo yells into the speaker just above the thrumming base that belphie manages to sleep through peacefully. Their cheeks are ruddy from demonus, and they have the happiest smiles on their faces.
It brings a smile to your face as you rewatch the video. Just behind Mammon, you see a figure that has you seeing red.
He is double-fisting some kind of green demonus and wearing a ridiculous hat, but you see your classmates, the demon Olivier and the rest of your 'group' out partying without a care in the world.
While you are at home, working tirelessly on their project.
Something inside of you just shatters, and you turn away from your desk and throw yourself onto your bed. The soft pillows muffle your cries of frustration. Your DDD feels like a brick in your hand as you raise it to your eye level.
Your tired face stares back at you on the black screen, and you feel so alone.
You need to talk to someone…
But it's the middle of the night, Simeon and Solomon have gone to bed hours ago and Diavolo and Barbatos are off at a diplomatic conference. You know in your heart that Lucifer is still awake, hunched over his desk as he works through his mountain of paperwork.
Although he said he did not want to be disturbed, your feelings are too severe.
This feels like an emergency.
You call him, wanting to at least hear the soothing sound of his voice. The Dial Tone rings once, twice, thrice… but he doesn't pick up.
You sit there, listening to the dull sound of his answering machine. "I guess even in Hell, I have to leave voicemails," you murmur, waiting for the beep.
"Hey… It's me," you say into the speaker. It's a struggle to keep your voice steady. "I know it's late, and you have lots to do, but if you get this, could you ple-please come here. I just really need someone to talk to right now."
Just voicing your struggle is enough to send tears trickling down your face, and you quickly hang up the phone before you let out one of those raspy, croaked sounds loose from your throat.
Exhaustion courses through your body as you give up on completing the group project for the night. Perhaps when you wake tomorrow, you will have the energy to pretend your problems don't exist.
~
Lucifer wakes up with his head against the polished mahogany of his desk. A bit of drool wetting the surface as he runs his hands through his hair. "What time is it?" he mutters groggily, reaching out blindly for his DDD.
He pats the empty surface and sits up straighter. Finding that his device is not in its usual place on his desk. His brow furrows as he begins to look through the mountain of papers, trying not to ruffle the organized stacks that he completed earlier before dozing off.
Minutes later of flipping and straightening, he finds it under the center stack and sees that it is flooded with pictures from his brothers, who look like they had a great, but expensive, night out together.
It brings a warm smile to his lips when he sees their cheesing faces. But then he notices another notification he hadn't seen before. "Mc sent me a voicemail?" He clicks play.
"Hey… It's me. I know it's late and you have lots to do, but if you get this could you ple- please come here. I just really need someone to talk to right now." your voice sounds so weak and shaky it fills him with dread.
How could he have missed this?
He stands abruptly, papers flying everywhere from the movement, but he really couldn't care less.
You need him.
You needed him last night and he wasn't there for you.
He has to find you, hold you, and do whatever he can to make you feel better.
~
Apparently, falling asleep after hitting an emotional low does not constitute the most restful sleep. Your neck feels stiff as you pull your head up from your pillows. The fabric is still slightly damp from your tears the night before. There's this icky feeling in your chest, but it doesn't seem to go away. It only intensifies when you look over at your desk, your unfinished project littering the once pristine space.
Your door flies open suddenly as a gust of air reaches your skin. Lucifer stands in the doorway tensely. He looks ragged, tired, and his deep crimson eyes are muddled with heartbreaking concern. You immediately remember the voicemail that you sent him the night before
You stressed him out; you have to fix this.
"Good morning, Lucifer," you smile. But it doesn't reach your eyes. He can see through your little act. "I didn't mean to worry you with that voicemail; it was really nothing."
"What's wrong?" he says, coming forward, closing that painful distance with determination. His hand cupping your cheek, forcing you to meet his eyes.
It's funny how one simple touch has your self-assured act crumbling to the ground like a poorly constructed house of cards.
You find yourself spilling every detail to him, your exhaustion, the group project, the ostracization from your groupmates, and how you saw that they were out at the club last night."
All the while, Lucifer nods along with your story, his thumb gently running along your cheek in a soothing motion. His actions are caring and tender toward you, but there is a fire blazing in his eyes reserved for someone else. You may not know it yet, but Olivir's days of comfort are numbered.
"Why didn't you tell me of this before," he asks softly once you finish your explanation. "Why did you take this burden upon yourself?"
"I was worried, "you admit. "I heard that Olivir comes from an influential family. If I said anything, he could cause problems for the exchange program that you and Diavolo have worked so hard for."
"Mc, I promise you, that little rat was greatly exaggerating his self-importance." Lucifer's hand rubs gentle circles into your back. "If anything, you have far more influence in Devildom politics than he does," he adds with an amused chuckle. "
"He's still a jerk, though." you sniffle, wiping your eyes. "Thank you for coming here to cheer me up."
"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner," he murmurs. "You needed me, and I let you down; please let me make it up to you today."
"You have nothing to make up for," you start, glancing back at your table. "Besides, I have to finish that project before tomorrow."
"Absolutely not," he says abruptly. "You will not lay a finger on that project since clearly you have done more than your share. I will make sure Lord Diavolo hears of this situation and you receive full marks on the work you have already done. I need you to know that you can rely on me. No matter how busy I am, I should never be too busy to come to your aid."
"I love you," you sigh, feeling the burdens lifting off your chest and disappearing into nothingness. "But I should've told you sooner. What do you think will happen to the rest of my group?"
He smiles and kisses the top of your head; as you lean into his touch, you don't see the dark look on his features. "Don't worry about them, Mc, I'll make sure they never cause you pain ever again. Now, let's get changed; I'll take you to that new cafe that opened up to Majolish and enjoy the rest of the day.
"i play om for escapism lol, it's not like they'd like me irl" ENOUGH OF THIS MINDSET. lucifer would fall in love with me precisely BECAUSE i do acapellas of car wash from the movie shark tale while i wait for the kettle to boil
Lucifer: "I'm heading to my room to unwind. No one bother me, the door will be locked."
What most people think he's doing: Staring out of his window while sipping a glass of his finest Demonus. A haunting cursed record plays whilst he recounts his accomplishments and smirks at the memory of everyone's humiliating moments.
What he's actually doing: Slumping back against his headrest, an electric blanket over his legs and sore knees, and a migrane hat/ice pack pulled over his head as he flips through a cheesy romance story.
People really think Lucifer is some cold villainous evil man when he's canonically gushed over Mammon calling him Dad once, gotten so embarassed over making Diavolo bad cookies he blushes at the mere mention of them, and gotten so enraptured in a novel he cried.
He can be a menace but he's also a mess, never forget.
I think people who are newer to the kink community or experimenting need to understand that subs hold power and are their doms' equals. Kink is not about being uncomfortable whether emotionally or physically in any way that leaves you feeling bad, used without reciprocity, or abused in the literal sense of the word. The consent in cnc is never optional and it can be revoked at any time. It doesn't matter whether the scene has already started or the dom isn't done yet; consent must be given freely and continuously. Any "dom" who doesn't take on the responsibility of making their sub feel safe saying no to them, or who would ignore a real safeword is not to be trusted. That's a predator, not a dom, and they don't belong here. True doms aren't there to push their sub past their agreed upon limits--every part of kink has to be negotiated with open and honest communication. This is always true no matter how extreme your play is.
Expanding on this, a Dom who has pushed their sub to safeword HAS FAILED. Your job was to remain So Fucking Aware of where your sub's head was at that you knew without doubt they were still within their limits (maybe right on the edge, but still within them). If you lost track of where they were, if you pushed them past their limits and caused them to need to safeword, You Fucking Failed. You made a mess, and it is all on you to clean it up. You provide your sub with the aftercare they need (and if they don't know what they need right now, you keep trying things that have helped in the past until they are able to tell you what they need).
What? That's a wild take. Expecting the dom to magically know your limits without ever safewording isn't realistic. Taking someone (carefully, respectfully) to their limit and they say "that's my limit" is how we learn and calibrate play. A safeword used isn't a failure, it's part of good communication.
Expanding on what @commander-diomika said (which is all correct), that framing above makes it harder for someone subbing to use a safeword. If a safeword means "you fucked up severely" and not something like "I thought I wanted to be hit, I asked to be hit, but then you hit me and my brain said No" it becomes a lot harder to say the word.
Because if someone is subbing and thinking "I want this to stop or slow down, but I don't want the dom to think they did something wrong" that is the point that they should be calling the scene off (or just asking for it to slow down)
And! That take completely ignores that doms get to safeword and call off scenes too!
I learned a lot from someone who genuinely and warmly says "Thank you" whenever someone tells them that something was too hard, or orange, or red, or not the right kind of pain.
Safewords are something to be used freely, not something to be used only when the absolute worst has happened
I’m not really* in the scene but I wonder if the “no safewords ever” take comes from having just one safety signal, which lends itself to a more binary view of consent than the traffic light scale or other ranked signals. But I’ve absolutely seen binary stuff work**. The success of any safeword arrangement seems to depend most of all on everyone’s ability to communicate what was wrong after the word is given, even if they can’t articulate exactly why just yet. That’s in parallel with everyday safety, especially from a disability perspective.
The “safewording is a failure” take also strikes me the sort of model-minority response that comes from giving a lot of fucks about the opinions of a majority culture that has no intention of legal or lasting acceptance. On the small scale, such distinctions can make all the difference in staving off rejection from a vital support. But they factually cannot be applied to the whole community. I’m still working on how many fucks I give in various arenas, probably will be for life.
Anyway, it’s cool to see people talking about it!
* 1st footnote: I do aerial circus for fun, in a great community that absolutely includes some BDSM kinksters. They mostly keep it separate, but the similarities are blatant and the bruises do tend to end up in the same places, lol. Circus obviously has more emphasis on physical safety, but that involves a culture of respecting and tailoring to individual limits, and expecting those limits to be in flux, and getting consent to manually adjust someone’s position. And it’s absolutely informed by having a lot of queer folks, and a decent number of people with disabilities, and the fact that extremely skilled people will help teach raw beginners (which requires a lot of checking assumptions). Also one guy is Spiderman
** 2nd footnote: A lot of circus safety depends on strongly signaling “Down!” as soon as possible to get help controlling one’s descent. You can tell how hard a landing it’s gonna be by how coherent someone is, but it’s absolutely a hard stop. Pros use subtle communication when they’re practicing or giving their performance pieces, but usually do loud hard stops the rest of the time, because ambiguity is a risk.
(I think about this a lot when I watch professional performances of various kinds. Communication is cool; partnered circus/dance/skating/juggling/whatever is cool. Someone whose partner stumbles slightly, silently checking in while still being held in the air with one hand? The rituals are intricate. Someone who stumbles, checks in with their partner, and then checks with the audience to see if they’re up to watching them risk it a second time? Be still my demisexual heart)
So I'm sure a lot of people agree that Lucifer has a master or sir kink and loves having his S/O call him these. It feeds his ego and his pride to have his sweet fragile human at his command, following his orders as a good little human should.
However.
I ALSO believe that Lucifer secretly enjoys calling his S/O master as well, especially if you two have a pact. One wouldn't think so at first, but it feeds into his pride just as well as the other way around.
He loves being the one you call and rely on, the one who answers your commands. He'll gladly be on his knees for you, pleasuring you until your knees give out, until your orders are just incomprehensible moaning and whimpering. He'll be your personal toy, you can ride him all night if you want and he won't complain for a second. If you want to milk him of every drop of cum, he has no plans to intervene, as everything of his belongs to you. He wants it to be his name coming from your lips, his name being begged for more, and he will always come at your command.
He's a big, bad demon, the strongest of the seven Avatars and the right hand man of the Prince of the Devildom. But for you, he will do anything, be anything, for his beloved master. As long as he's the only one you call on, of course~
