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How come he was just so…mean. It made you pout as you stood in front of his desk, arms crossed over your chest. All the other brother’s were gone! Which means the only boyfriend here was Lucifer…and normally that would be fine but you’re BIG and he was IGNORING you! Even doing so much as to NOT EVEN ADDRESS YOU!
This was a mutiny.
You didn’t know why you were so upset about this, but you were. “LUCIFER!” you yelled, slamming your hands on the table. “Stop working, I wanna see you! Quality time!” You huffed. A glare was sent his way, but he barely looked up from his desk. When he did? It was scary.
One eyebrow was raised and he was still partially looking down at the table, a frown on his face. “If you’re big, go entertain yourself for now. If you’re small? You know I’ll always make time for you.” He picked up a paper that had gotten disheveled and started working once more.
Now you were ACTUALLY mad. How can he expect you to do anything on your own? All your other boyfriends were busy! They weren’t even home! Was it too hard to have a one-on-one moment with your boyfriend? He was always so busy…maybe he was overworking himself. If that was the case…
You took the paper out of his hand and threw it to the ground, a serious look on your face. “Take a break.” Wavering just a bit, knowing he might very well be mad for this. But he deserved a break! He really did. And you wanted attention, but that wasn’t as important.
His look was cold. Empty. He did that when hiding a big emotion. Usually anger. That friggin 'eyebrow still raised. He rolled his chair back slightly, and reclined in it slightly. “Come here.” He said, in that empty tone. Dang…he might actually be angry. What if he decided to spank you?
“I’m not little! You can’t-” You tried, backing away from the desk ever so slightly. His look was so scary. Sure, spanking was for when you were little, but you were big! He can’t just do that! It wouldn’t be fair at all!
“I’m not going to spank you. Come here.” He patted his lap, and when you didn’t move he said, “Either you come here, or I come over there. You know which one ends worse.” And he gave a small smirk. Almost ASKING you to try and fight back.
But you didn’t feel like dealing with a worse punishment, so you grumbled profanities as you walked over and plopped yourself in his lap. You wanted it to hurt him but you knew well by now, that it didn’t work that way. He was an extremely powerful demon. If it did hurt he would never show signs of it…
He scooted back to the desk, with your back to his chest and head on your shoulder. FINALLY! Some attention! He wasn’t usually a big cuddler though…unless you were little but you WEREN’T! You wanted to pout more, but it might make him think you were little. “Lucifer! You called, seeing as he returned to doing his paperwork.
“What? I have work to do.” You couldn’t see his expression, but you were just certain he had that smug look on his face. Now THAT made you pout. You tried turning to tables on him and getting up and leaving, but he wasn’t having any of it.
Without a word, he curled you up in a ball, with your head resting on his shoulder. Your arms instinctively moved around his shoulders, and your legs dangled over the side of the chair. He looked down at you adoringly, and went back to work. He wrote away on the papers, but you weren’t paying attention to those.
“Lucifer! This isn’t fair, put me down!” You thrashed a bit, but he only held you tighter. You kicked your feet a couple times, and your brain started to get even more fuzzy than it was prior. Absolutely not! He was not going to baby you! “Seriously! What’s this about?” You huffed, and removed your hands from around his shoulders and crossed them over your chest.
He looked at you again, that stoic expression turning adoring once more. Lucifer reached into his bottom desk drawer, pulled out one of your pacifiers and stuck it in your mouth. You protested, but he wasn’t having it. Not. One. Bit. He just smiled smugly and put it back in your mouth every time you spit it out. You would try to protest but right now…you just felt like crying.
Pacifier in your mouth, you cried. Whining behind it as the tears fell. What was happening…have you been…little this whole time? Yeah…it seems like you were. The feelings overfilled, and you clung to your daddy with all your little strength.
“Daddy!” You said, taking your paci out and letting him have it. “I jus…I jus missed you so much! You was workin and I wanted to see you! I sorry for being bratty I jus wanted to see you.” You cried and cried, feelings you had been hiding from everyone, even yourself, all day.
Luci smiled, and cradled your head on his shoulder, still keeping a firm grasp of you so you wouldn’t fall. “It’s alright little one…I knew you regressed. I could tell you would, by how you slept last night. More clingy than usual, I knew you’d wake up a little.” He shushed you a couple times, continuing to wipe your tears from your face. “It’s alright…daddy’s here.” He began to rub your neck, to calm you.
You sniffled, but after a while the tears stopped falling. You were safe…here in your daddy’s arms. “I…I sorry daddy…” feeling bad for being such a brat to him. You didn’t brat often, but you didn’t wanna tell him why. How you just wanted to be around him, you ignored your little side for as long as you could. But he was one of your safe spaces, and you trusted him.
He leaned away from you for a second, to make you look in his eyes. “It’s okay little one…I know you didn’t mean it. You wanted to be big, but just remember…I love you. Big or little.” It amazed you how kind he could be when it was just you and him. “Taking care of my little one? It’s a stress relief for me too.” He slid the chair to his desk back, and stood up, placing your pacifier back in your mouth.
He cradled you close to him, and you cuddled as close to him as you possibly could. You sucked on your pacifier, and watched as he carried you to his room. No complaints from you. After all the pretending to be big stuff…you were so tired. He must know that too. He wasn’t always the best at interpreting your feelings you didn’t say when you were big. But it seemed like he ALWAYS knew when you were little.
He laid you down on the bed, and your eyes opened wide, making grabby hands at him. It caused a small chuckle to escape him, and he said “Only getting you comfy.” And he laid down beside you, putting you into the most comforting place. On top of his chest, curled up on him with your head nuzzling into his neck.
“Daddy?” You said, almost instantly falling asleep on his chest.
He rubbed your back, and nearly fell asleep, himself. “Yes, little one?” The soothing motions of his hands as they cradled you made the following words even more true. They become more and more true the longer you spend with him. It was the case for all of your daddies.
“I love you…” And you hid your face even further into his neck. You just knew he was smiling though. Those words always brought a smile to his face.
“I love you too, little one. Rest up. I have a plan for a whole special day with my favorite little.” He didn’t have to tell you twice. Within minutes, you fell asleep right there on his chest. You knew, he’d be right there with you as soon as you awoke. Sleeping, dreaming of anything and everything that you wanted to happen on this “special day.” And anticipating what was to come.