âą Solomon went to a book fair where books chose if you could read them. The one about bettering relations with demons refused to let him read it based on his own relationships with his demons.
âą Mephistopheles attends an annual meeting of noble families where the point is too bring the most extravagant and unique gift and honor your family name
âą Diavolo read a book on camera lenses and made one from scratch.
âą Mephistopheles admitted he used to mistake Asmodeus for Leviathan. Asmodeus threatened his life.
âą Belphegor attends gourmet fairs with Beelzebub
âą Mammon attends Asmo-nights most often and gets pretty excited about them.
âą When he was younger Solomon got the magic-equivalent of a restraining order from the ocean
âą Barbatos took MC on a date to a Tea Convention
âą MC has canonically given Lucifer a hickey. Mammon saw it and screamed.
âą Leviathan has called Barbatos an âabsolute sigmaâ
I love how none of this is ever mocked or made into a joke. Not only is it treated normally, it's impressive and takes effort and hard work and it's something to be desired. Levi took one look and went "hell I want to do that too"
The only problems the rest of the brothers ever had with dressing up were reasonable ones (like Beel & the shoes) that had nothing to do with their gender or how they presented themselves
If nothing else it's a compliment to be able to dress up and be an exceptional Dame, given that Lucifer & Barbatos are two of the game's most serious and dangerous/badass characters
I drew these some time ago, when the Nightbringer trailer came out, and I figured why not post them. Demon teeth headcanons for the brothers, even tho Iâm not that good at drawing teeth.
Luci: Perfectly straight tho his fangs do point outwards, like yaeba teeth. The top fangs poke out when he closes his mouth, making him look like a vampire.
Mammon: Little crooked, making him look even more cute. His fangs are large and golden. (also I couldnât stop myself from drawing dimples in his cheeks)
Levi: Shark teeth, very sharp. Multiple rows of teeth, some of them poke out of his mouth. He also has a second jaw in the back of his mouth, like a moray eel.
Satan: Large tusks and he WILL bite you with them. Basically polar opposite to Luciferâs. Also has a gap in the front.
Asmo: I have a headcanon that when Asmo fell and landed in Devildom he managed to land straight on his face, breaking half of his bones. He uses an unhealthy amount of magic to cover them up tho. His fangs are very straight, needle like.
Beel: Too many teeth. Like, WAY too many. They go all the way down into his throat. Also has two pairs of fangs, smaller in the front and beigger behind them. His smile is a little unsettling. His tongue is barbed.
Belphie: Small top teeth, since cows dont have top front teeth. You wonât see them unless he opens his mouth wide enough. His fangs do poke out tho. Talks with his bottom teeth. Also has a barbed tongue, like his twin.
itâs rather hard to catch lucifer off guard, but congratulations! you succeeded. as he felt you pull his belt and tumbles somewhat gracefully into your arms, he holds onto your shoulders to stabilise himself from the surprise manoeuver. with not an inch of space between the two of you, he gives you a charming smirk- the one he knows you swoon for. âoh?â gently pinch the fat of his waist and pull him into a kiss, itâll humble him.
mammon yelps as he all but crashes into you, even though youâre sure you didnât pull that hard. âw-what was that for, huh?!â his face is so close if you so much as squirmed, you would kiss. and fortunately, he does- heâs never been one to stay still for very long. but he holds still as soon as your lips touch his. he hooks his arms around your neck to pull you even closer, and whines when you stop and say that the two of you canât do this in the hallway.
leviathan lets out a very wobbly sound, and his hands are clamped up against his chest. youâll have to gently tell him that itâs fine to hold you, and heâll shakily put his hands on your shoulder. ây-you canât just do that! give me a week- no, 2 weeks warning before you pull a killer move like this!!â he sounds like heâs complaining but the red on his face and the way heâs trying to hide an embarrassed smile is enough to tell you that he very much enjoys it. give him a kiss on the cheek if you want to, heâll faint though.
âyou..â you know just how to tug at satanâs heartstrings in all the right ways, donât you? youâre 100% using the fact that heâs an absolute hopeless romantic for things like this to your own benefit, but he canât get mad. not when heâs enjoying this as much as you are. gently pull him close, place your hand on his cheek and kiss him- maybe even dip him if you can. heâll be yours forever.
asmodeus lets out the most dramatic gasp, like you ripped off his clothes right then and there when all you did was pull at his belt and hold his waist. he stares at you in shock for 2 seconds before he lets out the cutest giggle and practically throws himself onto you. âoh, dearie~ of course you want to hold me! who wouldnât?â his arms around your neck pull you closer and he covers you in kisses, and now your face feels sticky from his lip gloss. if you mention it, heâll invite you over to his room so he could help you wipe it off and spend the rest of the day with him.
beelzebub kind of just looks at you for a while, like heâs still processing what youâre doing. when his brain finally catches up to him and he realises he rather likes this position, he lets out the tiniest âoh..â. if you rub gentle circles into his hip while you hold his waist- heâll fucking melt. his cheeks heat up and he looks down, heâs kind of embarrassed but he wants you to continue.
belphegor looks at where youâre holding and smiles- and heâs all flustered but he manages to look you in the eyes and tell you he likes it. âdonât worry, you can have me all to yourself. i wonât go anywhere.â heâll try his best to not fall asleep, but he always wants to close his eyes when you hold him like this. before he knows it, heâs leaning on your shoulder and his head is tucked into the crook of your neck.
diavoloâs eyes widen at the unfamiliar feeling and then lets out one of his booming laughs. his cheeks start to heat up and heâs always surprised when you make him feel this way. âhow courageous, my dear.â heâll expect it to be a one-time thing but heâll be pleasantly startled if you do it again. and every time, he gives you a light peck on the cheek. his favourite part is always when the position inevitably turns into a very long hug.
barbatos sucks in the smallest gust of air when he feels your hands on his waist, but his face soon turns neutral (though the pink on his cheeks are still there). âyou certainly know how to surprise me, love.â his hand is under his chin like he usually does when heâs contemplating something or someone he finds amusing. he might do the same thing to you, but he likes it more when you do it.
you hear the most beautiful, softest gasp youâve ever heard. simeon has always been breathtaking, but heâs even more so when his hands are delicately placed on your shoulder. he lets out the prettiest laugh youâve ever heard and moves closer. âhello to you too, dove.â the way he looks at you will never not make your heart melt. itâs soft and sweet with just a hint of guilt and uncertainty- like heâs not sure he should be doing this with you but he will anyway because it makes him happy, and it seems to make you smile as well.
solomon looks at you in shock before he giggles, a sound thatâs always been light and comforting. âsomething wrong, darling?â he teases, but in all honesty- moments like this are the reasons he wakes up in the morning. when he turns around in his bed and sees you sleeping peacefully, he knows he wouldnât give this up for anything in the world. he could write a book on everything you make him feel, but for now- he relishes in this moment and kisses you like itâs the last time youâll meet.
honorary mention:
yukiâs usually blank and rather daydreamy stare is gone when they feel a tug on their belt and a hand on their waist, replaced with a look of surprise, but itâs gone in an instant and in its place is content. âdo you need something, lovely?â no matter your answer, all they do is give an airy chuckle. theyâre known to be patient, but never when it comes to you, so it wonât take long for them to gently place their hand on the back of your neck and pull you closer- only to kiss the corner of your lips.
We all know that NO ONE in this demon-filled household really knocks, but how exactly do they enter MC's room? Do they knock and just walk in? Do they throw the door open? Here's some of my headcanons of how each of the brothers enter MC's room:
Lucifer:
Knocks and enters without waiting for an answer
Like a parent
Probably entered MC's room while MC was in an awkward position once
Now he knocks and waits for a few seconds before entering
Still doesn't really expect an answer though
Mammon:
Just barges in like a madman
Awfully loud when doing it, too
Definitely lost the door handle once and now there's a hole in the wall
Covered it up with a poster of him that was in a majolish magazine
Leviathan:
Knocks but it's so quiet
Opens the door really slowly too
Nervously peaks his head in, asking if he can come in
He needs to show you something, MC. Let him in.
Although he already is halfway in the room
Satan:
Knocks and enters after a few seconds
If he's excited though, he'll just barge in
For example that one time he had to tell MC about that new book he started reading
Which they should read too btw
It's really good, MC. You really should give it a try, MC.
Asmodeus:
Just barges in like a (pretty) madman #2
You can hear them already in the hall before he barges in
The safest option would be to already open the door for them
Be ready for a lot of high-pitched squeals if you do that
Beelzebub:
The only one who respects privacy
Knocks & waits for a GODDAMN ANSWER
Sometimes messages MC before standing in front of their door
Letting them know beforehand like the sweetheart he is
Unless he's hangry
Belphegor:
Just walks in
Super quietly too
Poor MC had a heart attack when they came back from their bathroom
And suddenly their supposed to be empty room had a sleeping cow in the bed
A/n: They'll never learn... Oh, well. I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night! :D
Lucifer would want you to take pride in yourself, you're amazing and you deserve to feel that way
Mammon would want you to be greedy, it's not wrong to want nice things for yourself
Levi would want you to enjoy your passions, regardless of what others think
Satan would want you to allow yourself to feel your emotions, the good ones, the bad ones, and even the ugly ones
Asmo would want you to wear what you want, look the way you'd like, and love who you want to love
Beel would want you to eat, your body needs fuel
Belphie would want you to get some actual sleep, being tired all the time sucks
Diavolo would want you to take charge of your own destiny, you don't have to follow the path that people tell you to
Barbatos would want you to take a break, you can't spend all of your valuable time working
Luke would want you to stand up for yourself, you shouldn't have to be treated poorly
Simeon would want you to take the time to recharge when you need it, your mental health is worth more than the feelings of others
Solomon would want you to accept guidance when needed, its ok to ask for help, he wouldn't be where he is now without the guidance he received
overall, you deserve to be taken care of, not only by others but also by yourself. you're allowed to feel good about yourself and do what you like and just live and love and exist in the way you want to and you shouldn't let anyone give you shit for it
MW2 Reaction to You Calling Them Submissive and Breedable
Warnings: 18+, Implications of Smut, Implied Dominant Reader, Implied Submissive Reader, Some Submissive MW2 Characters, Some Dominant MW2 Characters, No Pronouns used for Reader Except for âYouâ, Gendered Spanish Terms of Endearment (Fem-Leaning), Petnames, etc.
Ghost
âCareful, Darlinâ,â he says, slowly, lowly, almost hushed. He has you backed against the counter, his hands flat atop it, thick, bulging arms caging you.
He presses his front against yours, his bulge catching you in just the right place.
âPretty little mouth like thatâll send a man wild.â His breath is hot against your lips, with his just shy of yours. Ready to silence.
âAnd I wonât be held responsible for what happens when I lose control.â
König
âMy, my,â he says, his voice heavy, eyes half-lidded. All the while, heâs approaching you, slowly.
âMy little maus is being rather brave today, arenât you?â Heâs condescending. Deceptively so.
With a growl, he pounces, wrestling you down onto the bed, his weight both an unstoppable force and an immovable object as he bunches your hands in one of his, his other at the base of your throat. A warning. He grinds against you, his panting breath quivering at the friction. All the while heâs making dead eye contact with you.
He brings his mouth down beside your ear, his breath hot against your skin. âThere wonât be an inch left of you that isnât mine by the time Iâm through with you.â
Soap
âDonât tempt me, Dolly,â he whines, giving you a pleading look.
When you continue to tease him, to mess with the bull, he gives you his horns.
He pins your arms above your head, a rabid tint in his eye. Feral.
âI warned you,â he breathes, his grip tightening. âWhatever happens now is on your head.â His tone is as serious as death. âAnd my terms.â
Valeria
She wonât give you the chance to even finish the sentence before she has you pinned against a wall, her chest to your back and a hand around your throat.
âDonât fuck with me, Querida,â she says, her voice low and hissing. You can feel the darkness settling over her eyes, feel the simmering, bubbling concoction of lust and rage overflow in the way she rocks her hips into the back of yours.
âBecause you know Iâll fuck you twice as hard.â
Needless to say, sheâs not letting you go until you are perfectly aware that it is you who is the submissive one in this relationship.
Price
âIs that so, Love?â Priceâs voice carries, aromatic. His eyes crease and trail your silhouette as he hands you a smile. Throws you a bone. Gives you a chance.
His arms are folded over his chest, the image of strength, resilience, and resolve.
âYou sure you donât wanna take that back?â he says, voice lowering. His head tilts, and his smile begins to retract into a smirk. Thereâs a hunger to his demeanour. His voice husks.
âBefore I make you.â
Horangi
Initially flabbergasted. Then, abashed. Though, he doesnât want you to know that.
âNegative. A baseless accusation.â He says, humourless. Though, that is his effort to try and hold back the storm, to fortify the floodgates. To keep the excitement in his chest from boiling over.
He stands toe to toe with you, his eyes sharp, dark and unwavering. A look of reproach, though he was from far above it with the thoughts racing through his mind right now.
âAnd Iâd suggest you keep them to yourself,â his hand slithers up your side, takes your shoulder, mock reassurance in his grip. âBefore someone decides to punish you for your transgressions.â
Alejandro
âOh?â His tone is playful as he turns to face you, leaning against the countertop, his arms folded and his smile a signature upon his face.
âWell, then, youâll have to come and dominate me.â His grin is a disguise. âOnly, of course,â he pushes off, walking towards you, intent in his gait. Heâs before you now, his chest touching yours. âIf you can get me to behave.â
His hand wraps around your hip and squeezes you. His smile is sly. âElse, youâre just a dog whose bark is bigger than its bite.â
âAnd I can assure you,â his other hand slides around your shoulders, pulls you closer. âThat my bite is bigger.â
Rodolfo
âI have no doubt about it, Mi Amor,â he tells you, still carefully crafting you the sandwich you requested. When finished, he passes you the creation, the lack of double-sidedness to his words reassuring. Or inviting. âAnd I wouldnât have it any other way.â
Little did you know that beneath his butterscotch exterior lay the heart of a lovingly maniacal masochist who, after your little conversation, took to trying to poke the bear, to feed the lion between the bars of the cage.
And you repaid him in kind by giving in to his trap and straddling him, late into the evening, pinning his arms above his head, making vibrant conversation of the obscenities you were going to perform on him.
And he didnât resist once, instead soaking up every ounce of love you had to give.
âThough, letâs be honest,â he flips through his papers. âThereâs nothing I canât make you do for the right sum.â The tinge in his voice is equally as void as before, as if he were stating a fact.
Gravesâ fetish for finance (and its many persuasive effects) did little to protect him from your wrath.
And you told him as much â that âNo amount can save you now,â before wrecking him.
Truer words were never spoken; especially now as he sat at his desk, his body and pride sore after the fact. Though, he canât help but crack a smile at the memory. Perhaps heâll invoke your dominant side more oftenâŠ
Gaz
âOh, really?â he says, almost challengingly. He hands you a skeptical look, smiling all the while. Practically chuckling.
âIâd like to see you try.â
Regardless of how capable Gaz is in physical training, he truly is powerless against your advances. That much is proven when heâs pinned beneath you, breathless and whining and clawing at your thighs.
He never challenged you again after that... Well, except when he wanted to.
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MC: âLight of my life, apple of my eye. You are Springâs first blossom, of Summerâs passionate heat, grace of Fallâs parting, sweet as a cozy Winterâs treat. With your permissonâ
