The Solomon Part Got Me Squealing - Tumblr Posts

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.