TW: Choking, suffocation, hand job, brat tamer reader, teasing
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Jeff is so comfortable with being overbearing all of the time.
Itâs just his personality: yelling too loudly, hitting too hard, and especially pushing the boundaries of comfortability with others. Any chance he could get to provoke a fight he was going to take.
Heâs a tease, a prick who likes to watch others cringe at the worst insult he can conjure up.
So, when heâs nudging your side and pestering you about how easy you are to make mad, itâs no surprise when you come back swinging.
Now, Jeff is flailing his legs, kicking his heels into the hardwood in an attempt to escape.
Youâve pinned him in a headlock, bicep and forearm locked tightly around his throat and squeezing hard enough to make him cough. His hands are clawing at your skin, a panicky attempt to get you off of him, but the lack of oxygen is proving difficult.
âUhn- Fuc- Hnng-!â
He canât even get words out, labored-cutoff breaths getting caught in his throat as you pull him back against your chest and restraining him further.
âSorry? What was that? Gonna have to speak up, Jeffrey.â
Youâre taunting him, sitting back on your knees as you hook your free hand behind his head and push, creating more pressure against his airway.
He lets out a rushed cough, a deep grunt as heâs trying to fight, kicking his legs like a kid.
Youâre nearly satisfied, ready to let off and leave him embarrassed, but your eye catches something that makes you hesitate.
Jeffâs face is red, cheeks flushed deeper than youâve ever really seen. But what really catches your attention is the way his eyes roll back.
His legs are shifting, pushing his back firmly against your chest as his jaw hangs slack. Heâs gasping, eyes fluttering and rolling up into his skull with an almost pleasurable edge.
Your suspicion is confirmed with a tempted look towards his crotch, a noticeable bulge pressing firmly against the fabric of his jeans. You falter for a moment, the tense in your arm relaxing as you watch Jeffâs thighs press together.
Youâre also surprised at the way the killer is pushing your forearm back against his neck, almost like heâs upset youâve let go. An embarrassed string of noises floods from his lips when you retighten your arm back, the twinge of excitement in your chest making you brave.
âGod, youâre a freak.â
Sliding your hand from the back of his head, youâre reaching to his open mouth, daring to run your fingertips against his lips. Jeff halts for a moment, rough breathing all you can hear before heâs opening his mouth further and taking your fingers inside.
He sucks in the digits, his jaw falling loose when it becomes too much and heâs dizzy for air again. Groans and huffs fill the room as youâre pushing your fingers deeper, sliding the pads of your fingertips against his tongue and reaching for more.
Jeffâs gagging when your knuckles meet his lips, fingers brushing against the tightness of his throat as you watch his eyes strain to shut. Even without being choked, gagging on your fingers is making the killer dizzy, his head nearly spinning before youâre dragging your hand from his lips.
âHah- Fuck you⌠Huhn- Buh- Bitch-â
His voice is ragged, snapping his anger between heavy inhales. You donât listen, readjusting your grip as Jeffâs placing his hands on your thighs, watching carefully as youâre running your spit-soaking fingers towards his jeans.
âHold on-â
Jeffâs trying to sit up, your arm locking back around his neck and holding him firm into your chest. Heâs forced to watch as you single-handedly undo his belt, tugging the zipper down and pushing your hand under the waistline of his boxers.
Heâs gasping against your arm, his nails dug into your skin as he watches you push the fabric down, his cock slipping out and bobbing heavily against his abdomen.
You take the length in your saliva-soaked fingers, gripping tightly and smiling when Jeffâs whole body jerks with it.
Heâs whining, a labored hiss below you when your forearm hooks tight around his throat and his eyes begin to roll back again.
You jerk your wrist, tugging the length roughly as Jeffâs hips jerk along with it, desperate noises pushing past his lips. His heels dig into the ground, spreading his legs as he becomes lost in the dizziness and adrenaline rush of it all.
You grip onto the head of his cock, running a thumb on the head and gliding against the slit. Jeff grits his teeth at that, a gutteral groan echoing as you smile, whispering against his flushed ear.
âFor someone who talks so much shit, you sure do give in real easy. What? Canât fight back when youâre being handled like a bitch?â
The attempted curse Jeff tries to spit gets cut off when your arm tightens against his neck, his heads reaching back up to grip against your skin as you continue to pump his wilting cock.
So much pre-cum is drooling from the tip, his lightheadedness forcing his body to compute with your every touch.
âFuu- Hngh-â
Heâs drooling now, tears pricking at the corner of his heavy eyes when you teasingly bite against his ear, nibbling against the shell of hot skin. He whines out of shame, squirming against the overwhelming sensations.
Every exasperated noise and jerk of his drowsy body is disheveled. Heâs desperate now, chasing every twist of your fist on the head of his cock and every tense of your bicep against his airway.
Humiliation burns his cheeks when you whisper, âSo you do get off on thisâŚâ He doesnât know if itâs an insult or a tease, but he canât help but gush at the feeling.
He canât stand it any more, the corners of his vision slowly darkening when he feels his abdomen strain and knot, his dark cheeks soaked in tears when he finally cums.
Your hand tightens against the base of his cock, hot stripes of cum shooting onto his stomach and drooling from his tip. Jeffâs head is so light, temples pulsing when you finally release your grasp on him, panicked inhales and gasps following.
The killer leans back against your chest, your hand still firmly gripped onto the base of his cock when he finally recatches his breath.
âYouâre so disgusting.â
Youâre teasing, releasing your grip on him and reaching to grip his face, hand tightened onto his jaw. You force him to look up at you, heavy eyes and darkly flushed cheeks flushing you with pride.
âFuck you.â
His voice is hoarse, throat raw and aching as he glares, your answering smile making him falter.
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â
He nearly moans, that overbearing intensive exterior faltering when heâs forced to stare into your excited eyes.
It seems heâs finally found his match, but Jeff always did like a fight.
Humans are weird
Have yall noticed how we somehow have strange aversions towards lights?? Like maybe not all of us, but we kind of know that if someone is sitting in the dark, you either leave them or join them. Like last night, I walked into class and there was just one guy there and the lights were off so i just sat down, 30 minutes later everyone else was in and the lights were still off. Only turned it on when the professor came in...
So like imagine aliens finding us huddled in a dark room, with our phones and what-nots, silently laughing at something we read, maybe there are other aliens with us who doesnât really like light but we don't know that cus it's dark and also we didn't bother to check. Then one crewmate just turns on the lights and we all collectively hiss like a vampire or hide like bugs, so they just turn it back off and stumble blindly into the room until they findâfeel through whatever they came for and leaves. No one ever mentions it.
I think it would be hilarious if after making a pact with a demon you strongly feel their sin for a short about of time. Why do I think it would be funny? Cause all I can imagine is Lucifer having to have a sit down with Mc every time they make a pact with one of his brothers. Like after mammon
Lucifer: what did you take.
Mc:âŚ. NothingggâŚ
Lucifer: I wonât repeat myself.
Mc, mumbling in shame: âŚ.seventy thousand Grimm..-
Lucifer, slamming hands on table in disbelief: SEVENTY THOU-
After making a pact with Satan
Lucifer, rubbing his temples already: and⌠after your fellow classmate used your pencil without asking.. you did what?
Mc: broke their nose,
Lucifer: why?
Mc, suddenly shaking in rage: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I NOT THAT WAS MY FUCKING PENCIL!
After making a pact with belphie
Lucifer, shaking Mc: Mc wake up,
Mc: wuh- hhuh, what
Lucifer, annoyed: youâve been asleep for the past 14 hours get up.
I headcanon that Dabi has ADHD â¨
*Mc minding their business and eating a popsicle*
Random Demon: Ay yo, baby, what that mouth do?
Mc, chuckles: Its about to hurt your fucking feelings if you dont back it up bitch.
Lucifer Facts!!:
- He is actually an affectionate drunk.
- He loves all kinds of music, ranging from classical and cursed records to even metal and rock.
- Lucifer is very passionate about theatre and loves musicals.
- Surprisingly enough, Lucifer hates technopop.
- He refers to himself as a ââDemonus Enthusiastââ.
- Lucifer is not a fan of modern art.
- Like Mammon, Lucifer is not a morning demon.
- Lucifer is skilled in playing a range of instruments. Some honourable mentions are piano, violin, guitar and even the drums.
- He is also stated to be a good vocalist.
- Lucifer likes his beverages strong. A valid example would be that he likes his tea that is grown in the ground and covered by solidified volcanic lava that amplifies its sweetness.
I swear I get sad if I wake up and one is on the floor
everyone. on christmas day, december 25th, we all search up âhalloweenâ to make it a trending search. it would be the FUNNIEST thing ever to see halloween be a trending search on christmas day. tell all your friends, repost this, do everything you can to make sure we can do this. REBLOG AS MUCH AS YOU CAN.
Folks, friends, yâallâŚ. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people donât know that, I donât want to be a dick about it, but Iâve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write âesk*mo kissesâ? Just say ânuzzled nosesâ or something.
Iâm not here to call anybody out, itâs been in multiple fics, Iâm not vague posting. This is just a psa. đđť
Small General Obey Me Headcanons
Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Simeon, Solomon, Diavolo and Barbatos
CW: A bit angsty in each person's parts, nothing too severe, relationships are kept neutral.
Authors Note: I believe I've seen a few of these prior and just absorbed them without realizing- also me projecting onto the brothers. Under a cut due to post length.
Lucifer
He has dyscalclia, and struggles when it comes to doing math and looking at numbers. He's too prideful to admit it though. It's why paperwork and work tends to take him so long- causing work to pile up.
After the fall, Lucifer would find himself wandering the halls, and would sneak into his brothers rooms to make sure they were okay. He'd been caught multiple times by Levi, and learned to be quite good at playing Mario (or the Devildom equivalent) games because of it
Lucifer has another credit card entirely and purposely adds money for Mammon to spend, especially if he thought he was being to harsh on Mammon.
He prefers to be dressed entirely, because clothes cover the scars from where his angel wings used to be.
Mammon
He's way smarter than he lets on, he just knows his brothers have incredibly difficult lives and he wants to take any pressure that he can off of them- even if it makes him the butt of their jokes.
He's incredibly skilled at math, engineering and fixing things- he was quite focused on cars and racing for a while (especially since gambling on them make quite a profit).
Mammon may be greedy, but he often buys small gifts for his brothers and manages to sneak it to them.
Mammon traces over his pact marks when he gets nervous, it helps to ground him if he begins to panic.
Leviathan
Levi's obsession and love for Ruri-chan came from a place of self hatred after becoming a demon.
Levi used to have a mini tub for Henry to swim in as well, but changed it to having a tank so he could fall asleep watching Henry swim around.
Being the Navy's general makes the ocean incredibly calming for him, he will come by Devildoms rivers and oceans and just stare at them at times to relax.
Levi absolutely buys double of almost every manga or anime in case his brothers want to watch it- and he has certain ones saved his brothers in the hope they ask.
Satan
When learning about human culture before the exchange program, he became oddly obsessed with late 2000 Disney movies and would binge watch them when he had the time.
Satan will find synopsis' of Levi's animes and would write fanfictions of them- especially if Levi complained about the ending or way something was done.
Although Satan did have a majority of his Wrath directed towards Lucifer, he was the first and only one of his brothers to learn about his dyscalclia, and has sworn to secrecy about it to protect his brothers pride.
Satan was (and is) a D&D nerd, and has false books full of dice sets for "emergency sessions".
Asmo
After the fall, they got weirdly obsessed with clouds and the sky, and would find places to just watch their beauty, his go to with any partner is to compare them to the beauty of the night sky.
A really good big brother to the twins, used to buy pillows that were "in style" for the twins - ended up getting Belphie the cow print pillow he always has before he was banished.
Every so often they mentally fight to not get piercings. They want some- namely a nose piercing, but don't want to "run the risk of tarnishing their perfect face" if it didn't turn out right.
Asmo has a strange ability to tell what size someone's clothes are- and always manages to get matching sets that fit someone perfectly.
Beelzebub
Beel has super good rhythm, and plays music surprisingly well- especially on the drums!
Beel got into sports to physically tire him out after the long days- it eases his nightmares to tire himself out to such an extent.
He's incredibly comfortable to lay on, there's been quite a few times that Belphie comes over and flops against him to nap.
Belphagor
He got oddly obsessed with musicals, especially since it gives him inspiration for dreams. He's particularly fond of Heathers.
Love language is choking plushie buying, especially if he knows it's something his partner cuddles up to.
He sleeps during class but somehow passes almost perfectly.
If he somehow struggles with sleeping, he goes to Satan to listen to him read.
Simeon
Simeon makes it a mission to better understand technology and makes gifts for those who help him.
Simeon grew a slight obsession with humanity after and during the exchange program- often finding himself wishing he would've joined the brothers in the Celestial War.
Simeon holds study sessions with Luke and often invites Barbatos and Diavolo to talk over tea and sweets.
Solomon
Absolutely covered in markings from his pacts, they travel from his neck to his ankles- and when he starts trying to concentrate he traces over the ones that travel down his arms.
He developed multiple relationships in the Human world, but grew to cherish friendships over romantic relationships.
Has a large collection of Grandpa slippers.
Diavolo
Loves sharing his clothes, especially because he likes seeing how his friends (and partners) look in more royal suited clothes- and likes seeing how his clothes swallow them up.
He grows incredibly attached fast- especially given that his only friends were not usually friends with him of their free will.
He finds sitting on the castles' roof and staring up at the sky relaxing- it makes him feel like every other demon and shortly lifts the weight of being the future king off his shoulders.
Barbatos
Listens to music when cleaning the palace but refuses to tell anyone what's on his playlists.
Accidentally set Diavolo on a rampage by giving him pickles- insures that pickles are banned in the castle from that point forward.
Once managed to pin Satan during a wrathful episode- every one agreed to never talk about it, himself included.
A dating service where matching is based on peopleâs search history exists. Youâre a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.