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hear me out: lucifer being so addicted to you and your scent that he has withdrawal symptoms LIKE IMAGINE

I HEAR you anon and I LOVE IT

He had to come to his senses and stop himself from thinking of days to ban you from going to his room. From your footsteps alone, he could figure out where and who you were going to. He actively listens in to the sound of your heartbeat like it’s white noise.

You know those old TVs that have static on their screens until you fix their antennas? That’s Lucifer when he can’t locate you at any given time or if he hears you talking to someone for too long. His mind just hyperfixates on you, practically tunnel-visioning.

One of his favorite things to do is to lend you his handkerchief and when you give it back to him, he inhales your scent and uses it as a relaxant to control himself. You’re talking way too long with Belphie? He uses it. You came home fifteen minutes later than what you told him? He uses it.

It helps him focus and relax because anytime you’re absent, the withdrawal symptoms hit him like a truck.

He can’t think logically, he’s more prone to being distracted, agitation easily latches onto him like it’s velcro, the throat-clenching anxiety of incoming stress feels like centipedes and their teeny hairy legs crawling under his skin, and the words on any piece of paperwork start to look more and more like lines of kiddy scribbles the longer you’re not with him.

Lucifer will try to bring up the idea of being chained together (literally or by some magic shannnegians), rooming with him, sitting on his lap as a way of bonding, or you being his full-time assistant. Whichever plentiful ideas he throws at you, it’s all in the name of you being by his side at all times.

Plus, deep down, though it may help, he knows that a handkerchief won’t ever be enough to suffice him.

A handkerchief is nothing compared to the real deal

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𝐦𝐜 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐳

nightbringer!lucifer x gn!mc

prompt: mc is way too smooth with their words

wc: 0.9k || tags: a tad angsty || rated g || not proofread

✏️- idk if this will be a series, but this is a silly lighthearted prompt abt mc being too smooth for their own good :))

There had to be something wrong with you. Were his passive totally not aggressive comments not enough? No matter what came out of his mouth, you remained as you were: unbothered and still.

He didn’t like it at all.

He didn’t like that because of your excessively collected attitude, it made that he was behaving like an immature child in this situation. He called you to his room to discuss an important matter. It could’ve been anything really.

His brothers, Solomon, or issues that he found problems in; specifically your role as their attendant. The velvet cushioned chair felt extremely homey and this room had fond memories. You surveyed the room, noticing that some things were missing from the present.

The Eldest sat in his room and watched as your eyes didn’t loom over… anything?

How bizarre.

“So… What did you call me here for?” You kept your eyes on him steady and the smile on your face was comfy as ever.

He sighed and took out a golden paper out of a folder. You recognized the fancy sigil immediately. It belonged to the Royal Family, meaning whatever was inside was probably a royal request from Diavolo. “I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now, but there’s a wish that Diavolo wants both of us to fulfill.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, ‘oh’ indeed.” Lucifer was a lot more ‘playful’ today. That word had a lot of synonyms when it came to the Eldest such as being petty, the heaps of dry humor, and anything that could’ve passed over your head if you hadn’t known him before. But, thankfully, you did. “Diavolo wants us to ‘get along better’. Such a vague request, don’t you think?”

The Eldest waited for any signs of distress and dissatisfaction on your face from the smallest crinkle on your forehead or even the faintest jaw clench. Yet all he found was a big ole’ smile and a wholehearted chuckle that could put the Sun to shame.

“…What’s funny?” Lucifer resisted the urge to scratch his head. His gloved hands wouldn’t do him justice.

“I just can’t believe I now have an official excuse to hang out with you.” Secretly, you wiped a cold, invisible sweat off your forehead. Why? Because you thought that Diavolo found out about the time travel thingy.

You breathed easy, knowing that you and Solomon could live peacefully for another day though it wouldn’t last with the shannegians the brothers came up with.

The only one not breathing easy was Lucifer. You seriously wanted an excuse to spend more time with him? An unfamiliar pounding sensation swirled in his rib cage like a fish racing in a pond.

“…Hmph. I’m surprised. Why not Mammon and the others? They all would appreciate your company more.” He folded his arms in an attempt to mentally bury the peculiar feeling that hadn’t died down.

“Well, Diavolo did say to get along with you, not them. I wanna spend time with all of you equally,” But you have already. Or rather, you did in the present. “-but if I wanna be truthful, I wanna spend the time with you the most. I know you’re busy, which is why I value our time together more, no matter how limited it is.”

Holy lord, that sounded super cheesy.

Lucifer watched you wordlessly, hiding a smirk from forming on his face. The Avatar of Pride was having too much fun with whatever this was. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of seeing him smile, but hearing you admit that you found his company more valuable than his own brothers? The Eldest bit his inner cheek to compose himself. If Solomon were here, you could practically hear him whispering to you that Lucifer was no better than a teen gushing over their crush.

The mental image was adorabl- Oh my god, now you need to compose yourself or else you’d be the one manifesting Solomon’s delusions.

Lucifer eyed you strangely before crossing his arms over his pounding chest, “You’re getting quite bold, Attendant. Is this something new you’re trying out?”

“Is it really bold to say that I value you, Lucifer?”

“Sweet words, Attendant, sweet words. Flattery will get you nowhere, especially with me.” There was so much bite in his words. You were so used to how soft he could be, that you forgot that Lucifer’s words could be grating. It was pointless to dwell on it. Right now, you’re not in the present, you’re in the past. You weren’t Lucifer’s past, nor is he your present. Such a thought would only consume you whole.

This time, you weren’t alone. Instead of journeying the present alone, you had Solomon with you. A funny feeling in your heart rippled and bounced around in your chest - The feeling of hope and gratitude was enough to keep you going. “Alright, if you have nothing more to ask, I’m gonna head out now.”

You stood up and opened the door. Before leaving completely, through the small crack, you flashed a smile and waved goodbye to the eldest. “Take a breather from the paperwork once in a while.” Just like that, you were off to take another heavenly nap back in your dorm.

“…Take care of yourself too.” His words never reached through the dark wooden doors. Despite that, it was a step forward to the feelings that found home and rooted themselves in his heart.

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𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 asmo doesn't feel like himself and starts to question his worth. you make sure he knows he's loved

Time barely felt like it was passing once Asmo laid his head on your plush thighs. You laid comfortably against your bed and the hanging lamps in your room provided nice ambient lighting to easily fall asleep to.

It was an early evening back in your room and with nothing to do, you began to read the current headlines at R.A.D’s announcement forums. 

You ran your fingers through his strawberry-blonde locks, letting yourself knead at his soft scalp, which earned you a whine. It was an understatement to say he wasn’t needy. In fact, you’re surprised that he hasn’t surpassed Mammon’s title when it comes to affection.

Suddenly, Asmo rubs his hands on your outer thighs and bats his pretty eyelashes to get your attention. “...Hey, I don’t mean to get all serious on you, but…” He pauses abruptly and gulps deep. This is the first time you’ve heard him sounding weirdly close to being… vulnerable. 

You let a few seconds hang in the air. Forcing him to spit his words out won’t do any good. Instead, you continue to play with his hair and give him a patient look that can only be described as ‘Take Your Time, I’m Not Going Anywhere.’ Asmo lets his mouth hang open, before closing it again. 

He hesitates one more time before he finally pops out the question. “Do you love me, or do you love the pleasure I bring you?” 

“Of course I love you.” Your laugh cushions the tense air. “If our relationship was based around just sex, I doubt we’re able to have this conversation in the first place.” Caressing Asmo’s soft cheeks to further your point, it made you wonder if Asmo thought all this time that his value was centered around the use of his body.

His half-lidded eyes looked up at yours and as if reading your mind, he began to speak again.

“Over the years, humans can’t really differentiate what their hearts desire versus. what their bodies yearn for. People think the two are interchangeable, but the feeling is completely different.” He perked himself higher using his hands then wrapped his body around yours. Asmo gently started to suckle on the crook of your neck and his slow breath tickled your sensitive skin.

“It’s weirder if you look at it from another perspective.” You steady your breath before continuing. “The heart lets the body move, yet the body is reliant on how the heart feels. You can’t have an absence of neither or else nothing makes sense.”

“Look at you go! Are you planning on snatching away my title?” Asmo teased with his usual sing-song voice. It’s good to know that you’ve assured your pretty prince.

“Your heart’s mine, Asmo. As long as I have you in my arms, no title or position will matter as much as you do.” Was it cheesier than four-kind-cheese pasta to say out loud? Absolutely. But with Asmo being a demon, there’s no doubt about it - He knows that it was your heart speaking those giddy words and what’s sappier than the human heart?

“Awww! Shucks, you’re really generous with the praise today huh?” Asmo sneaked a feather-light kiss under your ear and his lips linger far longer than both of you expected. Even though he didn’t ask for permission, you’ll let this slide, for now. 

He really knew how to string up your heartstrings. Delicately taking hold of Asmo’s face to turn towards you, you glided your thumb over his eyes and closed them. Instead of a verbal remark to counter his playful words, you placed a tender kiss on his eyelids. “Only for you, love.”

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𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞…

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hello! my name's Sam and this is an account mainly for writing for Obey Me stuff! This blog's still new so there isn't a ton of stuff here yet. But, that's what the ask box is for :)

[samsvenni]

𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

warning! nsfw and mature themes ahead

At your beck and call whenever you need him. It’s insane how lovingly devoted Mammon is. You need someone to have lunch with? Mammon’s on the way. Your card was declined? Mammon’s zooming over. Whatever you want, this man’s more than glad to help with.

Touching him whether it’s handholding, patting his back, or even just an accidental glide across his forearms is enough to make him look up at you and his pleading eyes tell you to not stop - that it’s okay to linger just a bit more, for his sake and yours.

Loves looking into your eyes when you listen to him. Your undivided attention is enough to rile his heart up. Often being the one who’s talked over, giving Mammon your full attention does things he can’t even begin to describe. 

Praise makes him melt, especially if they have terms of ownership. “My sweet Mammon-”, “You adorable little thing-”, “I can’t get enough of you, you know that right, Darling?” If you praise him in public, Mammon won’t stay still and he’ll fidget as he slowly repeats your words back to him. Yours, the sound of that sends shivers. 

Enjoys being treated gently in bed. The soft affection gets his blood going and sends him into overdrive. His breathing slows and deepens when you whisper all the things you’re going to do to him if he’ll be good. 

And Mammon does not disappoint. 

Doesn’t mind being on the giving or receiving end - he has no preference as long as it pleases you. There’ll be some days where he prefers receiving because the greed for your touch runs deep, but depending on how you’ll do it, holding him on a leash won’t be too much of an issue. 

He’s also a FinSub (Finance Submissive). He’s not used to his money being handled by someone other than him, but if you want something, Mammon won’t hesitate to hand Goldie. There’s something excitingly taboo about a person taking control of what he holds dear. He’s by no means a cuckold, but you and Goldie are an exception. 

On days you’re not with him, he’ll escape to your room and search for items that still have your scent lingering. Dirty laundry, your prominent sleeping pillow, tucked away gym clothes, a lip balm that fell in the corner of your canopy, he can’t stop himself. Once it starts, it won’t end until your footsteps inch nearer to your room. 

He won’t hide his sins. He’ll try, but the evidence is so poorly obvious that it hurts to hear the words sputter out. 

Whimpers spill CRAZY when you tie up his limbs and ride him. Bonus points if you play with his hair and look him directly in his eyes. The sounds of your flesh intimately intertwining and breathless grunts when he nears his climax melt away any anxious thoughts present in Mammon’s mind. You make him feel enough, you make him feel like he’s precious even in such a shame-filled act of devotion towards each other; Mammon wants you, he needs you.

He’s into light electrocution play. He won’t throw on an electroshock collar, but lighter items like zapper wristbands and shock wands are items he’s not opposed to. There’s this ticklish feeling partnered with pain when he’s shocked with volts. As long as that electricity is controlled, Mammon loves it when you shock him near his pelvis or v-line. The waiting, the anticipation, the control all in your arms; the trust part of it all gets him hot and heavy. 

Spanking. He’s embarrassed that it’s even a thing he’s fantasized about before, but he can smell your arousal rise with each strike on his bare ass. It starts slowly with you only having your palms in your arsenal. But soon, leather paddles were introduced. There’s so much variety in the play ranging from hands to belts, to leather paddles and whips. 

As his ass reddens and the doe-eyed, dazed look on Mammon’s face makes itself familiar, he can hear it. Your heartbeat’s racing with each slap and the control you hold is head-numbingly addicting. Mammon knows, you know, this session is ironically heaven on Earth. Or rather, Devildom. 

Dearly treasures the aftercare you provide. It grounds him that no matter how rough or gentle you are to Mammon, you’ll always be there to make sure he’s safe and comfortable. You treat him like he’s the best thing to come into your life and you hold him as nothing will ever measure up, or even come close, to what Mammon means to you. 

Being yours is something he wished for and now that he has it, he’ll cling to you like a lifeline, whether you like it or not. 

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