Wow, Two Of My Posts Hit More Than 200 Notes And Another One Is Also Catching Up, I'm

wow, two of my posts hit more than 200 notes and another one is also catching up, i'm😲

it's a very happy surprise to me because i'm still really new at this, i didn’t expect to get this many notes. thank you so much for your support everyone, i'm really glad that you can enjoy what i write!💕💖✨

Would you be willing to do a request for the undateables in obey me where they react to seeing a plushy that the mc made of them? I saw it on another person's blog a while back for the brothers (I can't remember who it was for the life of me though) and I would try to find them and request it from them, but I think they mentioned they didn't really write for the undateables. I'd completely understand if you didn't want to do this request because of all that, but I wanted to try and ask anyway.

Obey Me! ❥ Little Piece of You

a/n: this is really cute! if you ever remember the blog of the original writer, hmu! i’m always up for following more obey me blogs. just wanted to let ya’ll know cus i was rereading this and then rereading the prompt: i wrote it so the plushies are like big or at least big enough to be huggable? dunno if that’s what you wanted or if you wanted like keychain sized ones. if you wanted me to write about smaller ones, sorryyywarning: extreme fluuuff (both literally and metaphorically)

Diavolo

would straight up gush over it like he’d be so hyped just to see this huggable sized plushie in your arms and it looks like him!

he probably has diavolo merch or something so it’s probably not new for him to see plushies of him? if that makes sense

but like this one is special

this one, you handmade yourself, with your own bare hands! anything made by you is magical and special to him

he’d probably ask if you can make one of barbatos... and one of lucifer... and maybe one of simeon...

you’d either do it or you’d have to explain that this one you made is special so you can’t make any other ones

his heart would explode if you said the one you made was special and he’d be like no you’re right i want to be the only plushie you have

You sat on Diavolo’s chair, your back leaning against the edge of his desk and his arms wrapped around your waist. In your arms was the Diavolo plushie you had finished maybe a week or two ago.

You pressed your lips against the Diavolo plushie’s head, peering up at the real Diavolo with big cute eyes.

It made Diavolo’s heart do summersaults in his chest. You were so adorable and he wished he could just have a picture of this moment to keep with him for all eternity.

That was when a lightbulb lit in his head. He pulled his D.D.D out and aimed the camera at you. He was much too fast and you weren’t able to stop him. With wide eyes, you tried to reach for the D.D.D

“Diavolo!” You whined out, unable to grab it seeing as Diavolo’s arm was much longer than yours.

He just laughed, one arm wrapped around you, before ducking his head and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He’d have to ask Barbatos to develop the picture later so he could place it in a frame on his desk.

Barbatos

he’d feel so unworthy

he’s a mere butler? and you slaved during countless hours just so you’d have a plushie of him? he’s so honoured

literally is holding back tears but like it doesn’t look like he’s holding back tears cus he’s so bad at expressing emotions?

he hugs you when you show it to him and probably presses a kiss onto your forehead

which is rare! he usually isn’t one to initiate affection becos he worries you don’t want it at the time

after you leave with the plushie, he immediately starts missing you and the plushie lol

the next time you see him, he probably made a plushie of you too and it’s like waaay well better made than yours lmao

“Barbatos.” You pouted, staring down at... your own beady eyes?

The plushie he had in his hands was immaculate. It was so cute and well crafted that you would’ve thought it was made in some high-tech factory instead of Barbatos’ own hands. You wouldn’t have expected less from such a well-trained butler.

Barbatos simply smiled, all gentle and sweet like he always did “I thought you’d like it if we matched.”

Your heart fluttered a little at that but you still continued to pout, glancing at his plushie and then at your plushie “Yours looks way better than mine.”

The smile on his face vanished for a second before returning, much brighter than before “Ahhh, you’re so cute. Don’t be jealous. I think your plushie is the best plushie in all of the three realms.”

“You’re just saying that because it’s a plushie of you.” You blushed, hiding your lower face into the top of the Barbatos plushie’s head.

Barbatos shook his head “I’m saying that because anything made by your hands is the best of it’s kind.”

When you, flustered beyond belief at his sweet words, said nothing in return, Barbatos bumped your plushie’s head against his in a cute attempt to make them kiss.

Simeon

another one who gushes over your plushie lol

like, at first, you think he’s not going to like it cus he just stares at it

but then he’s grinning and he’s taking it into his hands and hugging it and he’s absolutely loving the thing

he definitely says dumb stuff like the eyes look exactly like mine! and you got all my facial features!

hello, dumb handsome angel, it’s a plushie! stop kissing ass lol

anyway, he does it in a way that’s super adorable cus like? he’s gushing over his own plushie? isn’t that just cute?

definitely asks you to make him a plushie of you and he’ll subtly bother you about it until you agree

Simeon let a small gentle smile overtake his features as he stared down at you, cradled in his arms with your head tucked against his chest. You were peacefully asleep, arms full of both a plushie version of him and a plushie version of yourself.

He had never felt this much happiness before.

This happiness he got from years of praise in the Celestial Realm couldn’t even light a candle next to the bright glowing happiness he got just from holding you in his arms.

This was what he wanted most. Even if it was just a lifetime of just this moment, of being able to hold you like this, with the plushies of the two of you in your arms, he’d be happy.

It was odd. He wasn’t sure why. He’d been taught by scripture and by other older angels that happiness was servitude and he was slowly discovering that they were wrong.

Simeon pressed a kiss onto your forehead, mind abuzz with thoughts as he carefully, gently, pulled you closer into him, as if scared you’d disappear into thin air.

Solomon

dumb bastard man teases you about it at first

solomon, probably: awww, you miss me that much? you love me that much? you made me a plushie, you simp?

solomon, internally: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

he doesn’t want to show his weaknesses so he’s like pretending but like internally he’s so smitten with the idea that you love him so much you made a plushie of him

like if that isn’t the cutest shit?

but then, becos of his teasing, you start to give the plushie more love and everything backfires on solomon

it’s not the cutest shit anymore lol

You pressed several kisses onto the Solomon plushie clutched tightly in your arms, lips shaped into the cutest pout Solomon had ever seen.

“Okay, stop.” He tried to sound serious but there was an obvious whining tone in his voice as he frowned down at you.

You didn’t stop. In fact, you pressed more kisses onto Solomon plushie’s face.

Solomon let out a small growl before reaching for you. You quickly dodged and tried to run, Solomon plushie hugged protectively to your torso.

The chase was short lived. Solomon, both bigger and with longer legs and arms, caught you easily, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest.

You laughed only to gasp dramatically when Solomon grabbed the plushie and tossed him somewhere “My love!”

“I’m your love.” Solomon let out another irritated growl before, suddenly, attacking you with kisses. Sloppy ones too, all over your face, down your neck, across your shoulders.

You laughed loudly, ‘trying’ to escape his grasp. Solomon, on the other hand, just kept kissing you, enjoying the happiness you brought him just from your bright smile and your sweet laughter.

aaa thankyou so much for the tag @gtpgrima!💕💕

Rules: List your favourite character from 10 Different Fandom’s and tag 10 people

this is really difficult, i have too many favorites😂 but here we go, in no particular order:

shikamaru nara (naruto)

satan (obey me!)

kurapika (hunterxhunter)

aizawa shota (my hero academia)

toph beifong (avatar: the last airbender)

giyu tomioka (demon slayer)

hermione granger (harry potter)

glorfindel (the lord of the rings)

asra (the arcana)

captain marvel (marvel comics)

i’m tagging a few, hope you guys don’t mind👉👈 feel free to ignore this! @slimysnaildaddy @cynergy-laughter @belphies-pillow and anyone else who wants to join!💖

aaaah thank you sm for the tag @pigassaulty !! This was super hard to pick just 10 ;;;;;; (not in any particular order bc I wouldn’t get it done if I tried that)

Rules: List your favourite character from 10 Different Fandom’s and tag 10 people 

Hiyori Iki (Noragami)

Yato (Noragami)

Naruto Uzumaki (Naruto)

Haru Okumura (Persona 5)

Agumon (Digimon)

Kaladin Stormblessed (stormlight archives)

Czeslaw Meyer (Baccano)

Hideyoshi Nagachika (Tokyo Ghoul)

Itona Horibe (Assassination Classroom)

Bulma (Dragon ball)

I’ll tag @the-moon18 @singingdeepinme @goldenworldsabound @setzale @allieturs @fancy-knight-selfships + anyone else who sees this! I’ve tagged you >:3

Obey Me! Aesthetics

Lucifer: confident smirks. cursive letters. the scratching of pen on paper. deep chuckles. an old record player. a coffee pot filled to the top. chessboards. chin tilted up. falling feathers. healed scars. the burden of secrets. fingers dancing across piano keys. running a knuckle down someone’s cheek. a quiet kind of love.

Mammon: bubbling enthusiasm. laughing until your stomach hurts. camera flashing. leather jacket. the clinking of coins against each other. loud caws of a flock of black crows. late night drives. a favorite song playing on repeat. hands running tenderly through soft hair. tight hugs. the warm feeling of knowing your love is returned in full.

Leviathan: inside jokes. the bright glow of a screen. sharing headphones while laying in bed. pinky promises. falling asleep to a movie. fingers dipping into freezing water. waves that swallow quick and deep. smooth scales. neon lights. shy touches. sitting together shoulder to shoulder. the comfortable silence between best friends. acceptance.

Satan: scribbled poetry. oxford shoes and cable-knit sweaters. stacked books beside the bed. the satisfaction of finally completing a puzzle. a camera shutter sound. love letters. going to museum exhibits alone. the purring of a cat. cold evening air. scorching anger. raging storms. gazing at the moon. slowly discovering yourself.

Asmodeus: cherry lip gloss. sweet cupcake frosting. a pair of red eyes and the pull of magic. musical beds. scented candles. pink and purple roses. swooning statues. saccharine sweetness. staring at the reflection in the mirror for hours. brushing noses. a scary epiphany. trembling voice whispering adorations. the frightening euphoria of falling in love.

Beelzebub: snacking in the middle of the night. oversized jackets. caramel candies. muscle burn from working out. silent conversations between siblings. the buzzing of wings. gnawing guilt. nightmares. hands reaching out for someone long gone. picking someone up while hugging them. dancing in the kitchen. learning to forgive yourself.

Belphegor: soft whispers in the dark. stargazing. tired eyes. hair spread out on a pillow. the scent of lavender. fresh bedclothes from a dryer. rain pattering against the roof. sleeping on someone’s chest and hearing their heartbeat. crushed bones. closed eyes. hummed lullabies. large hands intertwining with smaller ones. a second chance.

Diavolo: royal red and gold. pranks. full belly laughter. open arms. ballroom dances. glittering chandeliers. glass chalices. red wax seals. stacks of paper on a wooden desk. a heavy crown. moonlight shining through the windows. loneliness. tall pillars and empty palace halls. cobblestones roads. an unexpected friendship.

Barbatos: a warm cup of tea. pastries crumbling onto the counter. a gentle kiss on the knuckles. walking through a garden. sarcasm spoken with a smile. empty streets at night. déjà vu. silent footsteps. rows of doors that never ends. the fleeting, delicate, crucial moment when you know it’s the right time to do something.

Simeon: honeyed glow of the sunset. warm blue eyes. scrawled stories on leather-bound journals. ink stains on fingers. golden ichor. the echoes of a choir. reconnecting with a childhood friend. feeling nostalgic from hearing an old song. staying up late talking. pressed flowers. tranquility. the warm embrace of invisible wings. a silent guardian.

Luke: bright grins. sweet frosting on freshly baked cakes. the soft tinkle of a wind chime. blowing a pinwheel. white puffy sleeves. stubbornness. the urge to pinch something cute. sunlight filtering through trees. daisies and morning glories. serendipity. small fingers strumming a harp. a kind of honesty that only children possess.

Solomon: dry wit. dancing shadows and blue flames. long, dark capes. hailstorms. illegible handwriting. secretive smiles. half-ruined castle walls. melted candles. thick books with yellowing papers. the pursuit for knowledge and power. twilight. muted saffron. the low rumble of distant thunder. a special hiding place. a friend in the dark.

Lilith: soft laughter. running between tall grasses. pink lilies floating on calm waters. the excitement of exploring a new place. heart beating fast. star-crossed lovers. a stolen fruit. the sound of an arrow zipping through the air. falling, falling. a stone effigy. the love that remains even after someone is gone. longing for a distant place. a soul losing their way home.

Bonus:

MC: ivy growing across the wall. lantern lights hanging from a tree. feeling lost. dark skies. brisk walks through the academy halls. eyes widened in wonder. dangerous secrets. heart beating fast. kindness. glowing sigils on soft skin. cold fingers. missing the warmth of the sun. dying light. surviving. bravery and forgiveness and being so, so human.

Asmodeus’s Favorite Scents

Or alternatively, what does Asmo smell in an Amortentia potion?

The smell of muted saffron and something smoky.

Ozone. Mint blue flames flickering in the shadows. Spices and sparks. Burning ice and something sweet on the edge of the coldness. The air charges with old magic, something dangerous brewing under the surface that sends him shuddering in anticipation.

Asmo is mostly neutral towards Solomon but he can't deny the rush he feels when Solomon summons him, when he practices his magic. After all, it's the reason Asmo agrees to a pact with him in the first place.

His magic is different, one-of-a-kind, and oh so powerful. He doesn’t think he’ll find anything else quite like this.

(Until you.

You keep surprising him, summoning him without a pact and with a greater magic than his current pact-holder. You're a mystery he wants to learn and, oh, how delicious your magic feels in his blood.

“I've made up my mind. Make a pact with me,” he says to you.)

A floral scent that he recognizes as the smell of roses.

It makes Asmo think of the perfume that he has only worn once after buying it because he doesn’t want to waste it. Of his favorite pair of earrings, pink diamonds resembling the shape of flowers. Of the roses in his room, flowing down the footboard of his bed and placed in glass vases.

(“The purple ones means enchantment and love at first sight,” Asmo says with a wink, when you ask him about their meanings, “and the pink roses means adoration and love, just like how the world adores me!”

Except you, he wants to say, you who never fall for his charms, you who he cannot command to love him.)

It makes him think of sketches of clothes he designs just for you, pages upon pages of breathtaking dresses that he thinks will suit your style. Of pink paint splattered on his hands.

"I didn’t know you could paint, Asmo. Would you ever consider painting me someday?" you ask, half-joking.

He would. He have. His last work in progress is a painting of you, surrounded by roses, pink ones, and he wonders what drove him to paint the golden halo around your head.

He never shows you the painting.

Something familiar and sweet, that smells like honey and vanilla.

Asmo feels as if he’s smelled this somewhere before.

Like the bakery he always goes to when he wants freshly baked Wicked Cupcakes, like his scented candles scattered around his room, like hugging you as tight as he can without hurting you and feeling your heartbeat against him and burying his nose in your hair and—

Oh.

He sits down, a growing pit in his stomach. The realization he may like you more than he likes to think he does hits him hard, and he has to admit that he has been thinking of you more than he thinks about himself.

He never imagined it would be this scary, loving someone.

Someone needs to kiss his forehead 🥺