#YES. RAISE THEM. But like the way HE does it... it's cuter. Let me simp over this man in peace.

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

🤨That thing he does with his eyebrows🤨

[the-karma-cafe]

drunk!reader x obey me

a/n: i said, yknow what ? i am gonna simp for every goddamn character in this game. so naturally my hand slipped n i wrote mindless stuff for all of them. sorry for the weird jumping around - i wanted to get to as many characters as i could

My head slowly nodded above the counter, the alcohol taking hold of my body. I hummed, gulping down the last of my drink.

I felt something touch my hair and I looked over, squinting at the person beside me. “Asmo?” I asked.

“Aww, looks like someone can’t hold their drink, hm?” Asmodeus cooed, twirling a strand of my hair around his slender finger.

I mustered up a small smile. “You got me.” I lifted up my head to look around at everyone else. They sat at different places in the room, but all mingled happily in varying degrees of intoxication.

I went to prop up my head with my hand, missing the first time. “You’re all so pretty. I dunno how I function most of the time.”

Asmo blinked, watching me carefully. “Who do you think is the prettiest?”

I gave a short laugh. “I don’t think you want to hear the answer to that one.”

“Whaat~! If not me then who!” He whined loudly, attracting the attention of a couple of the others.

I felt an arm come to a rest on my head none too gently. My head stumbled from its perch on my hand and I glared up at the offending demon. Mammon grinned down at me, “Figures you’d get drunk first, MC.”

I fingered his tie before abruptly pulling him down to my eye level. “Wanna say that to my face?”

Bright red filled his cheeks, his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips and back again. “Uh,” he started smartly.

Asmodeus clapped gleefully. “Ooh~ They’re sexy when they’re drunk. We should do this more often.”

I ignored him, releasing Mammon from my hold and ruffling his hair instead. So soft... “I’m teasing. ‘Course I’d be the first to go off the deep end.” I giggled softly.

His blush only increased. He cleared his throat, backing away from me. “Right, heh, I knew that. As if you could intimidate the great Mammon anyway.” He scoffed, looking away to take a deep swig of his drink.

Barbatos appeared in front of us from behind the bar. He smiled kindly. “Looks like I’ll be cutting you off for the night.” He swiped my glass from me to go clean it.

“Wha~!” I whined at him, making grabby motions for my glass. “That’s not fair, everyone else gets theirs!”

“You’re starting to sound like Levi.” Belphie yawned, taking my hand lightly. His thumb smoothed slow circles over the back, calming me slightly.

I smiled up at him wordlessly, a little dazed, squeezing his hand back.

Levi frowned in response, muttering something like, “I don’t sound like that,” but was ignored.

Barbatos turned back around, cleaning the glass with a rag. “I’m afraid that’s just the way it is! Diavolo’s orders.”

I smiled shyly, walking my fingers across the counter towards him. “Any way I could convince you?”

Mammon did a spit-take and Barbatos’s eyes widened. An amused smile teased his lips. He gently grasped my hand, pulling it up to his face. He brushed a kiss across my knuckles, winking. “Maybe another time, MC.”

Mammon shouted nonsense in the background. Pink dusted across my features. “Oho, I see you, Barb~” I fluttered my fingers at him.

He straightened up and nodded politely, returning to the sink behind him.

A spoon poked my cheek. I frowned, glancing to my side. Asmodeus was gone and had been replaced by Beelzebub. A bowl of steaming soup sat in front of him. He looked at me expectantly.

I sniffed it. It smelled heavenly. I took the spoon into my mouth, greedily drinking its contents. Beel smiled approvingly. Mammon almost burst a blood vessel behind us, being held back by Asmodeus. “What is that?” I asked, intrigued.

He took another sip. “Soup. Barbatos said the stuff in it helps prevent hangovers. Figured you’d need some.”

“Awww~” I leaned closer. “You take such good care of me, Beel. What would I do without you?”

His eyes glanced from his soup to my eyes to my lips. “Um,” he muttered. “Probably be hungry.”

I smiled fondly, tapping his nose lightly. “You’re adorable.”

A light blush rose in his cheeks. “Oh.. thank you. You… look tasty?”

It was my turn to blush. I knew he didn’t register that remark as anything other than food-related but I couldn’t stop the thoughts from snaking into my mind. I smirked, my gaze dropping to his lips. “Wanna find out?”

His eyes widened and his lips parted to say something, but he was interrupted by a rather loud slap. I whirled around, or tried, to see Satan hitting Mammon upside the head. “Be quiet, what’s all the fuss about?”

I giggled, drawing his attention. His gaze softened. “Ah, I see. And here you said you were going to control yourself tonight.”

I pushed up from my seat, wobbling slightly. His hands jumped to steady me. I smiled gratefully, bringing my arms up to rest on his shoulders. “You’re so sweet, Satan~” I chuckled. “Pfft, that’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.”

The faintest blush decorated his cheeks, his hands finding my waist. “I can’t imagine why.” He teased, cracking a smile.

I squealed, bringing my hands forward to cup his cheeks. “You’re so cute!! Gah, I can’t take it.” His blush darkened a bit, his head slightly leaning into my touch. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Nope! Can’t take that much cuteness at once. Sorry~”

I felt him rumble with laughter. “I can’t really take offense to that.”

He glanced up to see Lucifer marching over, a particularly murderous look on his face. Satan’s smile curled into an impish grin. He pulled me close without warning, earning a small yelp from me. My hands flew from his face to behind him, grasping at the back of his neck for stability. My eyes snapped open to stare up at him. My face turned redder than it already was. “Well I know I didn’t just get a hug for no reason.” I threaded my fingers through his hair, watching curiously as his eyes slightly lulled close at the touch. “What’s the occasion?”

He smirked, “Guess.”

I turned in his grasp to see Lucifer walking towards us. I smiled toothily, waving at the stronger demon. “Hey-o, Lucy~”

Lucifer paused in his tracks, staring at me incredulously. Mammon burst out laughing. “Lucy! Hah, that’s rich!” Levi and Asmodeus shared in his laughter. A couple of the others hid grins of their own.

Satan squeezed me lightly. “Cute.” He whispered, his breath tickling my ear. I shivered, involuntarily leaning towards his warmth.

Lucifer resumed his angry stride. I squinted, barely seeing an outline of purple around him. He approached Satan and cleared his throat. Apparently, he didn’t have an idea for what to do when he actually got here. Satan smirked. “What, you want ‘em?”

He nodded. “Clearly you all cannot be trusted with them.” He grabbed my arm, twirling me into his chest. I thudded against him, my hands feeling at his chest in wonder. Is Lucy just rock? Are all demons made of rock? Is Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson a demon? No way, he’s too pure for that… or is he……… “I will take them back to their room.”

I snapped from my thoughts at that. “No!” I protested, squirming in his grasp. “I wanna stay!”

Lucifer peered down at me, thinly-veiled concern clouding his gaze. “You must be tired?” He asked.

I shook my head wildly, pinning him with a pleading look. His expression and grasp on me softened further as I ran my hands up his chest. “No! Super awake. Please let me stay. Pleeeaaase~?” I wheedled, hoping puppy-dog eyes worked on him.

Lucifer held my gaze for a beat, his eyes tracing my features worriedly, before sighing in acquiescence. I hopped up happily, kissing him on the cheek and wrapping him up in a hug. “Thank you, Lucy~” I cooed into his ear, feeling him shudder a bit beneath me. He patted my back mechanically and I pulled away, my eyes settling on Diavolo a bit behind Lucifer.

“Deee-ah-vo-lo~” I grinned, skipping up to him.

His eyes sparkled with interest as he considered me. “Yes, MC? You’re enjoying your time here this evening, I take it?”

I nodded brightly “Of course I am.” I paused, biting my lip. “I wish I got to see you more often, Dee.”

He blinked. “Dee?” He echoed.

My hands flew to my mouth. “Oh no! I’m sorry, Diavolo is such a mouthful I’ve taken to just referring to you as ‘Dee’ in my head. I’m so sorry!”

Diavolo chuckled goodnaturedly. “That’s fine, MC. It’s a cute nickname.”

“For a cute demon.” I winked.

He nodded, playing along. “Precisely.”

“What, he gets a cute nickname but I don’t?” Levi muttered behind me, just loud enough for me to hear, although I doubted that was intentional. I turned and advanced on him. He blinked in surprise, slightly red at the attention. “Oops, did I say that out loud?”

I nodded, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Yep! But worry not! You already have a cute nickname, Levi-chan.” I affectionately tacked on the honorific. This pacified him slightly.

“That does sound cuter.” He nodded approvingly.

I held up a hand. “Of course it does!” Levi’s eyes brightened as he slapped my hand in a high-five. His following fist pump of victory launched him into a spiel about his newest animated obsession.

Solomon and Simeon approached, polite smiles decorating their handsome features. I nearly swooned. “Hello, MC.” Simeon greeted, his eyes dancing mirthfully over my current state.

I nodded weakly. “You guys are very pretty.”

Solomon’s eyebrows raised at that. “Not the greeting I expected, but,” he smoothed his features over, “not unwelcome~” he teased.

Simeon chuckled. “Aren’t you charming. It’s taking a lot to resist inviting you up to my room tonight~”

My face glowed red. “O-Oh, holy shit you are way too attractive for me to know how to respond to that coolly.”

He barked a laugh. “You’ll always be cool to me, MC.”

“Thank you!”

Mammon broke free of Asmo’s grasp and interrupted the conversation, circling me in his arms. “No touchin’! Grrr!” He growled at the non-demons.

I tugged at Mammon’s tie again, making him squeak a bit. He bent over my shoulder. “What’d I do this time!” I turned my head to face him.

And promptly pressed a kiss to his lips.

My stomach somersaulted, either from the alcohol or the kiss. Some whoops could be heard around us, mostly from Simeon and Diavolo. Mammon sprang into action, bringing me closer to him, his hands finding my waist. I played with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him hum happily in response.

A hand pulled Mammon from me. Lucifer frowned at him disapprovingly. Mammon’s expression was downright giddy. “I got a kiss.” He boasted proudly, puffing out his chest. “None o’ y’all can say that, heh!”

Satan spoke up from his seat on the couch next to us. “Well I definitely won’t be bested by you.” He seized my wrist and pulled me down into his lap.

“Oh!” I exclaimed in surprise. One of his slender fingers guided my chin up towards his face.

His eyes glittered as he looked down at me. “Can I kiss you, MC?” I nodded eagerly. He poorly hid his victorious smirk and caught my lips with his. I melted in his embrace, shifting on him to card my fingers through his hair.

Mammon shrieked in dismay beside us.

Thin but strong arms pried me off of Satan. I sighed at the loss. “What was that for~” I whined, “put me back.” I made grabby hands at Satan. He was blushing! He smiled, waggling his fingers at me.

My attacker whirled me around, almost making me nauseous. Asmodeus faced me, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Don’t tell me you think Satan is the prettiest of all of us. I mean, c’mon, MC! Look at me!” He gestured at himself confidently. “I bet you want a kiss from me, too, huh?”

I shrugged. “I’ll kiss anyone here.”

His eyes widened at this. “Really?”

“Have you seen the people here? Is that rhetorical?”

“Point taken!” He laughed. “Free MC kisses!” He shouted to the group, earning some head-turns. Mammon sulked in the corner, growing mushrooms.

Asmodeus cupped my face sweetly. “Aww, you look so cute with your face all red like this.” His face neared and he pressed our lips together. Immediately he tried to deepen the kiss, a welcome outcome for me, but was pushed aside. “Hey I wasn’t done~!” He complained.

Before me was Beel. He held up another spoonful of soup. “Less kissing, more eating.”

I grinned. “If I take another bite will you kiss me?” I spoke mostly just to tease him. Mostly.

He blinked, growing pink again. “Oh… alright.” He fed me another spoonful, his lips following the hot soup soon after. I hummed into him. Delicious. I tugged at his jacket, desperate for more. He indulged me, but kept the soup level in his hand behind me. His tongue slipped into my mouth curiously and I gasped, pulling away from him when I remembered the people watching. He frowned at the loss, licking his lips. “I was right. You are tasty.”

I laughed. “Pretty sure that’s just the soup, but thanks.”

“That’s enough.” A gruff voice spoke up. I felt my world spin as I was swept into someone’s arms. Lucifer held me bridal style. “This ridiculous game ends now. I am putting MC to bed.”

Some boos resounded throughout the room and I giggled, waving to no one in particular. “I’ll kiss you later~!” I reassured everyone. I earned whoops in response and grinned widely.

Lucifer scoffed and swept me from the room.

It was much quieter outside and I felt the fatigue of the night start to set in. I yawned, readjusting in his arms. My eyes fluttered closed. “You don’t mind, do ya, Luce?”

He glanced down at me fondly. “Of course not.” He whispered so softly I barely caught it.

I smiled in response. “Yer just a big softie. Y’ain’t slick.”

His chest grew a bit rigid against me. “I am not.. a ‘softie.’”

“Mhm.”

Lucifer frowned at that. He nudged open the door to my room and cast me on the bed unceremoniously. “Oof!” I looked up at him through lidded eyes. “That could’ve been sweeter.”

He grinned condescendingly. “I did say I wasn’t a softie.”

I rolled my eyes. “C’mere ya big softie.” I grabbed his tie and yanked him down to my level. He made a small noise of surprise in his throat, his gaze catching mine. I grinned impishly. “Aw, I’ve got you right where I want you. Now what’re you gonna do?”

A low growl bubbled up from his chest. He pushed me onto the bed and climbed atop me in one swift movement. I gasped. His face was even closer to mine now, a confident smirk twisting his lips. “I should be the one saying that.”

My eyes dropped to his lips. “Can I kiss you now?”

He chuckled. “You’ve been doing a lot of that tonight, are you sure you can handle more?”

I scoffed. “It’s a kiss not sex I think I’ll be oka-“

He cut me off with a searing kiss and I sighed into his mouth happily. I could fall asleep like this. Another wave of fatigue washed over me. Oh… I am going to fall asleep like this.

As if reading my mind, Lucifer parted from me. “I’ll have someone bring you something in the morning for your hangover.” My eyes slid shut and I hummed noncommittally. I felt his soft lips touch my forehead and I smiled, snuggling into my sheets.

“Goodnight, MC.”

a/n: can you tell who my favorites are dskfh