Just a girl who maybe, possibly, could be considered too into fictional characters But hey, there are worse coping mechanisms than escapism 🤷🏾♀️ she/her, 27
Okay, I was holding it in my head for YEARS now and I wanna share.
I have some pregnancy headcanons for Obey me.
I'm going to apply it on a female human y/n, but you can use it for whatever you like. I'm just not very good at imagining omegaverse or understanding trans.
Let's start with the general heads about demons and their reactions and abilities about pregnancy.
General headcanons
Demons can feel beforehand that their partner is pregnant. They won't necessarily understand it immediately, but they would feel that something is changing about y/n if the seed is theirs.
The fact that they would feel it would make them overprotective. They could not figure out why at first, but they wouldn't leave y/n anywhere without them and could get protective when other males are around. They would get anxious about y/n's wellbeing and would ask about it over and over all day.
After a few weeks they would be able to feel how's the embryo doing by touching y/n's belly. They would be able to tell if it's positioned well and if it's feeling warm and fed. If something is off they'd try and help y/n to change it even if it's just a little bit of stress.
Demon fathers could kill for whatever their partner is asking for pregnancy cravings. They feel the responsibility to bring whatever y/n needs to her.
They could also kill if someone upsets y/n. Don't test demon fathers.
y/n would get a bit more pronounced symptoms of pregnancy after a few weeks especially if the father is strong either magically or physically (knowing our demons, she would suffer 💀)
Now about each demon 😄
Lucifer
He would be very confused about the sensation he feels from y/n once they're pregnant. He would get stressed about it so much that he might take days off only to figure it out. And won't let y/n out of sight, even going to the toilet with her and standing outside the door. Always holding hands, always by him. Would lock door to his room during the night and hold her tight in bed. He would feel that it's something important that's happening, but wouldn't be able to tell why, which would be scary to him.
Once he figures it out, or y/n does a pregnancy test he would finally calm down a bit, but there would be lots of cuddles in his room afterwards, especially with her belly, even while it's still flat. Lucifer would get so excited he'd immediately start browsing about pregnancy, buy everything that would be necessary for the pregnancy and would count down days, worrying about it more and more as it would go closer to the delivery.
A big "NO" to going out without him even if one of his brothers are accompanying. He would rather drop everything and go where she wants than let her go without him.
Touching her belly every day every few hours to check how is the baby doing and praising her for doing good even if she didn't do anything at all. If something is off, then y/n would immediately end up carried by him to the bed and taken care of.
Lots of kisses from Lucifer. Even more than before y/n got pregnant.
Daily massage and bellyrubs.
Y/n would always be dressed warm enough but not too much to not sweat.
Lucifer would be preparing the most relaxing baths for y/n, would sit in the bathroom till she gets enough of the bath, would wash her by himself and carry back to their shared room.
Mammon
Poor y/n would get a panicked yelling from Mammon once he feels something is off with her. He would ask her a million of questions about what was she doing, what is she feeling and what could be happening. He would get strict with her to the point that she might want to yell back at him. He would absolutely not leave her alone, even if she'd make him mad. He would be following like a shadow wherever she goes. He could also get self-conscious and ask if she was spending time with other demons lately, but that's just his worry playing tricks on him.
Once Mammon figures it out he would literally bawl his eyes out, jumping, hugging everyone, especially y/n of course, run to the shops to get everything y/n might need for pregnancy and even get some baby toys in advance. He would immediately search for the online job to provide her everything she could ever need and might even end up overworking a few times. He would start cooing to her belly since the very start.
Just like Lucifer, Mammon wouldn't let y/n go anywhere without him. He would list lots of things that might happen from "you could get a callus" to "the meteor might fall onto you" to prove that he absolute needs to accompany her.
He would love to stroke her belly up and down in the gentlest touch possible and keep it warm all the time. He would come and put his hand on it and if he thinks it's too cool, he would bring a heating pad or put her in bed and tuck her in, commanding her to stay and get warm. Would also bring her warm drinks only. If she'd ask for cold drinks he would make sure there's no ice and it's not too cold for her.
Would be coming up with names for the baby from the first day but wouldn't be able to pick one to the very end.
Mammon would try and cook for her. He might mess up some dishes because of the anxiety, but who knows, maybe that's actually what she would like right now.
Mammon would 100% do watermelon challenge to at least have an understanding how hard it is for y/n to live with a belly in front of her. After the challenge would be even more attentive.
Leviathan
Would lock y/n with his tail before he figures out what's going on with her. He could sit and play games on autopilot with her sitting between his legs, his chin on her shoulder or her head, but he wouldn't actually think about the game at the moment. He would sit and try to focus on the feeling, only letting her go for two minutes and no more. If she won't return by the timer he would pause the game and rush to search for her.
Levi would 100% turn into a tomato, go hysterical and black out once he'd learn that y/n is pregnant. He'd ask Karasu AI assistant a million of questions about pregnancy and order tons of necessary and unnecessary things online. Would end up broke by the end of the day and could even consider selling some of his game accounts, items or merch to absolutely be able to buy everything she needs. Or could work as a booster for others and level up other people's accounts for money.
Would get a legit bed instead of a bathtub so y/n is comfortable. While sleeping with her, Levi would curl his tail around her waist or around her belly, keeping it warm and comfortable. Would always ask her if she's hungry, cold, sleepy or feels unwell. Would try to be strict, but wouldn't be able to act like this for too long so he'd end up being the softest he could ever be.
Could accidentally let her go somewhere alone if he's too focused on something but after a while would be BOLTING to find her, then apologize a million times almost in tears.
Levi would love to lay his head on her belly and get his head gently scratched. It would calm him down as he would know that his partner and his future baby are feeling good.
Always standing a step in front of her whenever talking to anyone, even his brothers and would wrap his arm and tail around her if he would feel anyone approaching from behind. Possessive 🫢
Would absolutely draw something silly, cute or anime themed on her belly once in a while to make her laugh.
Satan
Satan would likely be suspecting that what he feels is y/n's pregnancy, but wouldn't point it out not to scare her, because he'd be uncertain about it. But it wouldn't stop him from acting protective. He would stop her whenever she's about to go somewhere to check her temperature, blood pressure, her clothes and shoes. Letting her go alone would be scary for him, but he would try and let her have freedom with him calling her every half an hour to ask if everything is okay.
Once he'd learn about the pregnancy, he'd be lifting y/n while hugging and spinning her a bit, jumping and rub their cheeks and noses together, giving lots of kisses to her face. He would immediately research about previous hybrid pregnancies to be prepared for anything that might come. And he would 100% buy some cute cat themed clothes for the future baby, crying from his own imagination of the future kid wearing it.
Satan would buy tons of books about pregnancy and women's health and literally become her doctor. He might even consider offering her to give birth at home in the bathtub and be the one who would be helping to deliver the baby.
One sigh, cough, sneeze or other little noise and Satan would be right there asking if something happened to y/n, checking the baby's wellbeing, checking her temperature, eyes and pulse. Would always put his forehead onto hers to check her temperature.
If y/n has long hair Satan would braid it in the most comfortable way possible so she could move her head freely, sit and lay comfortably with it and forget that she even has long hair.
Satan would always support her about her looks and explain whatever happens to her in scientific language. He would give more love to the spots she's insecure about, touching them in a loving way, kissing them and telling everything about why he loves those spots.
Would call her "kitty mama" affectionately.
Would coo to her belly once it's round and read fairytales to it in a calming voice that would more likely make y/n fall asleep instead.
Carrying y/n around for absolutely no reason.
Asmodeus
He knows what's going on inside y/n and tells her instantly. Maybe he would cutely apologize for causing it.
Once they confirm that y/n is indeed pregnant he'd prepare everything that would make her comfortable during pregnancy and buy a bunch of skincare products for pregnancy. Cravings, massage, care and love - he's ready to give it all to her. And of course he would anticipate the gender reveal to get cute clothes for his kid.
Asmo would research the internet about it and ask his fans about anything that would bother him about y/n during pregnancy. Any little symptom would get searched and asked about. And just like Satan Asmo would try to convince y/n to give birth at home. He would search for the best doctor to help y/n with that.
He'd LOVE to search for the perfumes that would smell good and not cause y/n nausea for both of them.
Belly massage by the most gentle hands and soft talking to the little one inside of it. Asmo would enjoy this time as much as he could and try to make it enjoyable for y/n as well.
He would style y/n's hair and clothes in a sweet way so she looks radiant and comfy. He could develop a new hobby and design clothes that are comfortable and sweet for pregnant people thanks to y/n.
Would definitely paint something on y/n's belly sometime.
Always by her side. Even if he looks friendly and lets y/n choose who would she trust to step closer, he'd still be watching her closely and punch anyone who oversteps it.
Would help her to do exercises for pregnant and make sure she's feeling okay after every session, reminding her to drink plenty of water.
Even more kisses from Asmopapa than before.
He would talk to y/n's belly sweetly, telling the baby how much he loves them already and give them smooches.
Beelzebub
He wouldn't understand what's happening once he feels different things from y/n, but he would feel uncharacteristically overprotective and could get possessive up to the point of holding y/n close to himself in public.
Once he learns about the pregnancy he would get extremely happy, squeezing y/n in his hug tightly, then getting worried that he squeezed her too much and getting panicked over it right before he would decide to raid the grocery stores and get EVERYTHING in case y/n craves it.
Would cook A LOT of food to make sure y/n is never hungry but would forget about his own hunger in the process so Beelzedaddy needs some reminders about his empty stomach.
Would try his best to stay beside y/n all the time and if she goes somewhere without him, he would get either strict or sulky, depending on situation. He's so worried that y/n could faint or get too hungry. After all it's his child growing inside her.
He would be loving y/n even more once her belly grows prominent. Beel would stroke it everytime he can, loving the fact that y/n bears a new life inside her and that this new life is his child as well. He would feel everytime it gets bigger and notice it to her. And he would definitely love to approach from behind and hug her, placing his hands onto her belly, lifting it up gently to get some weight off her.
Would only allow her to do exercises for pregnant people under his instructions and nothing more. He's too worried to make her hurt herself.
If she'd have weird cravings he would try to fulfill them and then try them out himself because he's up to something new to eat. He would even make a small recipe book.
He would always stay close to her in bed. Even if it's hot in the room he would still try and stick close.
He would carry y/n around whenever she's having any pains or whenever he wants it. He just loves to carry her around.
He would prefer to listen to her belly than to talk to it. Sometimes he would even fall asleep while laying his head on it.
Belphegor
Belphegor wouldn't be able to sleep normally whenever he would feel that something is up with y/n. He would be more irritated than usual and would get strict with y/n, grumbling anytime she goes anywhere he doesn't want her to go. He wouldn't even let his brothers touch her.
Once he learns about the pregnancy he would appear lost in thoughts most of the time. He would be thinking about many things from simple, such as getting a pillow for pregnancy and comfortable clothes, to the complex ones about if he should work harder for her or stay near her instead.
If one of his brothers oversteps her boundaries about physical contact, he would dig a grave for them in a second and get her back to their blanket nest at home.
Ah yes, blanket nest... He would build a nest for her to stay at whenever she needs to feel comfortable and warm at their shared house. Blankets, pillows, even bathrobes would go into the building. He would also build a curtain above it so it's all snuggly inside for y/n. And he would of course crawl in to cuddle her every night.
While cuddling y/n, Belphie would always make sure she's warm and covered in blankets, especially her belly. He might accidentally overdo it and make her sweat sometimes and would have to take care of it before she cools down and catches a cold.
He wouldn't go anywhere without her and let her go anywhere without him. He's too possessive to let anyone close, especially during this delicate time. If you'd see him glaring at you, step back because he's about to strike you down.
He's the gentliest in care. Even if y/n would have a meltdown he would talk to her softly, give her hugs, kisses and solve whatever happened for her. He would never see it as a problem, rather a little inconvenience she is facing and he needs to solve. That would only boost his self-esteem as a man and as a husband.
Would gently massage her legs and belly sometimes even if nothing hurts and sing lullabies for her and the baby inside. Soft talking and kisses are his favorite things to do to her pregnant belly.
Diavolo
He knows what it is immediately, but he's too caring to immediately announce it to y/n. He knows she could get nervous about it, so he would ask Barbatos for an advice about how to approach it better. But before he does he would make sure she doesn't wear anything that would press on her abdomen. No tight clothes anymore. Y/n could notice that he's a bit nervous. Diavolo can't hide his worry for too long after all.
He would find a way to tell her about the fact that she's pregnant gently and carefully and would reassure her about anything that might worry her all while keeping his nervous voice soft and caring. He would also vow to love and cherish their child no matter what, promising to not repeat his father's behavior.
He would sneak out from work while Barbatos isn't looking to spend time with y/n because Dia-papa worries a lot. He would as her a million of questions: if she ate, if it was enough, if the clothes are good, if she's thirsty, if she feels lonely, if she craves anything, if anything hurts. Even if y/n would actually feel okay, he would worry about her every second, because it's his woman and his child, who's he's responsible for. Plus he's scared that she could lose her life while delivering like his own mother did. He would do anything to prevent that even if it means neglecting his work.
The best bedroom is hers even if it's his bedroom. He would let her choose if she wants to share the bed or if she wants to stay alone in her room, but whatever she would choose, he'd move to the next room to rush to her if something happens. But of course he would ask her if he could stay with her.
In public he would not let her go anywhere far from him or Barbatos. If he's busy, he would ask Barbatos to stay with her. If he can stay with her, he would. No getting from his sight.
Diavolo is going to order clothes that would fit her perfectly instead of buying clothes. Even underwear would be specifically made for her to let her feel comfortable during the pregnancy.
If y/n would ever have a meltdown, Diavolo would be cooing at her, holding her in his arms and slowly rocking her from side to side like a baby while talking to her softly and trying to resolve the issue. Forehead, nose and cheek kisses are required during those times.
Diavolo would find the best doctor for her and if he ever sees or feels that they'll doing something against her health, the person would be dealth with immediately. He knows many demons try and push him off his throne so he would be careful around those who are working with his unborn heir.
Diavolo would call y/n beautiful everyday, knowing how much it takes for a woman to create a life. He would treat her like a goddess and everytime her body changes he would shower her in love even more.
Barbatos
He would know about it immediately as well as Diavolo. He'd be hesitant about looking through the possibilities of either of the outcomes. He wouldn't be able to chose if he should tell y/n or to let her figure it out on her own.
Once y/n knows about it he would ask Diavolo for less working hours to spend more time with y/n. He would go to get her everything she needs for the pregnancy and spend some time in his room to see and prevent anything that might happen to the child, leading the timeline to the perfect route from the very start.
Barbatos would make tea mixes for everything that might happen to y/n during the pregnancy from the mild symptoms to the most irritating ones. Yes, he chooses the best route of the timeline, but sometimes the best doesn't mean the easiest...
Gentle kisses and massages plus himself as her doctor. He would learn everything about pregnancy, kids and everything related to that from both Devildom and human realm to make sure everything is going smoothly.
He would adore the pouty face she would make whenever she craves something to eat and would love it even more to fulfill her requests even if they're weird. He would definitely call her naughty for that, lovingly, of course.
Sometimes when exhaustion is taking over he would lay his ear down onto her belly and fall asleep while listening to the sounds of their child.
He would let her talk to others and interact with them, but his eyes would always stay on her. If something happens, he would immediately appear right beside her and solve it. Violently sometimes.
Barb would stare at her for several seconds when she would walk by or sit somewhere beside him. He'd just love to realize that his long life lead him to such a big happiness so he would enjoy it to the fullest.
Even during her pregnancy he would sometimes try and get her laid. Though would probably get laid himself instead. Not that he's against it. It's still his woman after all.
Barbatos would love to lock her in his arms using his tail. Sometimes he would tickle her belly with his tail as well for the sake of giggles.
He wouldn't let anyone help her with delivering the baby. Even if he's going to do it for the first time (I'm not sure about it), he would still do it to make sure everything is fine with the baby.
This is darker than my usual stuff! Please watch out for themes of angst, violence, gore, pain and suffering. Each brother is represented under the read more. I'll have something silly posted tomorrow.
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You ran.
Your chest burned, as though your rapidly beating heart would give out from the strain at any moment. You couldn’t remember a time when you ran this desperately. It was a struggle to pull air into your lungs, but you fought the dizziness and the pain as you pushed forward on a bleeding leg.
Your ankle was bruised and twisted, these unfamiliar roads were not flat and well-paved like the main streets were. Brick and mortar storefronts you’d never seen before passed by in a blur. Every corner led to a new turn that pulled you deeper into the shady Devildom backstreets. Lights were few and far between and the stars in the sky could hardly shine between looming buildings that made the streets look narrower and narrower.
You ran as fast as you could, but it all felt so slow. Your head throbbed. Tears or blood or a combination of both, you couldn’t tell, mixed with sweat and slid off your dirt-covered face, leaving a perfectly traceable trail in your wake.
Something was chasing you. Something with a desire to kill and a shrill laugh that echoed in your ears. Something that hunted humans for sport and fancied you as its new target. The Devildom was full of these things and you had been blissfully unaware until now. The being had caught you off-guard on the way home from a long day at RAD. You were naive, the capital was supposed to be safe and you hadn’t expected this to happen despite knowing the Devildom was dangerous.
Whatever the reason, none of it mattered. You just needed to run. A streak of something dark blue whizzed past your ear, slicing cartilage. You couldn’t jerk away fast enough to avoid it.
Stumbling around a corner, you blindly fired a retaliatory blast of magic at it. The creature cackled as your attack ricocheted off a wall. Rubble and ash rained down on you. You were too busy squinting over your shoulder to notice that this street was a dead end until your legs finally gave out and you tumbled onto the hard rock, shoulder-first. It hurt. There was nowhere to hide and nowhere to return to. This was it.
It would have been impossible to chant an entire magical preamble and get to safety or do a proper summoning. Your thoughts were too jumbled, overridden by panic. Your voice was hoarse and your vision was fading. The attacker’s footsteps were close. You inhaled, forcing a breathful of dust and blood down your raw windpipe as you shouted his name into the sky.
Lucifer
Everything turned black as night.
Ah, you thought. I’m done.
You slumped into the road, a defenseless mortal wad of pain and anguish, angrily resigned to your fate. In a half-conscious state of deliriousness, you could hear Lucifer’s voice. He sounded madder than that one time he caught one of Asmodeus’ stalkers lurking around the house.
“You have some nerve, targeting my family.”
A gust of hot wind rolled over you. Dirt and sand bounced off your hand. The thought of Lucifer being mad was a strangely small comfort. Though it was something you always avoided, it was also familiar. You'd had to stop Lucifer from overly punishing his brothers on more than one occasion, and even been the source of his ire a number of times. You would rather live through a thousand more of his lectures than simply be torn apart in this obscure alleyway.
“Know your place,” Lucifer scowled, his voice a deep thundering rumble that cut through the creature’s screams.
You couldn’t process what was happening. Your muscles were locked up, everything hurt, your energy was sapped and time seemed to nebulously stretch on forever. You couldn’t even register the pitch black void in front of you as Lucifer’s outstretched wings, shielding you from the utter torture your tormentor was now facing before he ended their life. How very typical that Lucifer would show no mercy to a threat.
Your body was just trying to survive. It paid no heed to the maelstrom of magical power brewing, to the wickedly powerful demonic energy filling the alley. You don’t even know how you came to be cradled in Lucifer’s arms, bundled in his coat. Only that, when you came to, he was wiping your dirty cheek and slicking back matted hair to gaze into your unfocused eyes. His eyebrows were knit together in immense worry. His frown lines were deeper than usual, drawing a sharp border around his grimaced teeth. It was quite unlike him.
Yet there was no time for this. You were being chased. You tried to turn your head, to look over Lucifer’s shoulder and find where that hunter was lurking, oblivious to how the muscles in your neck refused to cooperate. Lucifer’s hold on your back tightened and he tucked you against his chest.
“It’s alright now,” he said. The Avatar of Pride’s voice, full of conviction, sounded like he was trying to assuage himself just as much as you. “I have you.”
“Lucifer?”
It seemed too good to be true, but he nodded in response. From the weak sound of your voice, his shoulders untensed just enough that you could feel them curve in around you.
“I have you,” he repeated. “Rest easy now. We’re going home.”
Mammon
There was a confusing flurry of movement as Mammon placed himself between you and the attacker. The Avatar of Greed looked uncannily menacing with fury in his eyes and an unforgiving scowl on his face. Air from his wings kicked up debris, turning the thin alleyway into a wind tunnel.
“How dare…” He snarled, clenching his hands into fists so hard that his veins popped under his skin. “How dare you touch what’s mine.”
The creature turned tail to run, clearly outmatched, but its fate was sealed the instant Mammon appeared. He caught up in a single leap while winding a punch that sent your attacker flying down the road, into the wall of the building on the corner. It collapsed, sending chunks of brick crashing to the ground while Mammon continued after it.
He didn’t plan ahead, he just moved. Millennia of fighting experience and a massive innate talent made this demon a horrifying predator, something you luckily didn’t see often. Mammon sent a burst of magic to further block the road and created an explosion, shooting smoke and flames into the air. The fiend had to pay dearly, and Mammon would make sure to collect.
You could hear stone getting tossed aside, scattering across the pavement, and heavy whacks as he beat into the monster. The tables had been turned, there was nowhere for it to escape. Mammon’s knuckles ran black and red with its blood, which coagulated between the bent prongs of his rings as he finished the job, bringing the heel of his boot down upon the creature’s skull. An undignified ending for an undignified piece of trash.
Mammon was back at your side before the dust from the fallen wall settled, crying your name, falling to his knees as he lifted your shoulders and pulled you into his lap. He ran his hands over your face, over your arms, down your back in a panicked appraisal. All body parts accounted for.
“That hurts,” you mumbled through a busted lip. Everything hurt. Especially when Mammon gasped in relief and clutched you into a full-body embrace. You wished his jacket didn’t have so many cold metal studs.
“Man, you can’t scare me like this! Moron! Idiot!” he yelled into your shoulder while a warm tear rolled onto your arm. “Why didn’t ya call for me sooner? You could’ve died! How’m I ever supposed to let ya out of my sight if you’re gettin’ in trouble like this, huh!?”
Leviathan
There was a scream, but not from you or your attacker. Leviathan didn’t expect to be summoned into his worst nightmare. One calm moment he was mindlessly collecting daily game bonuses and the next instant his DDD was falling into the street as he stared at your unmoving figure.
You were still breathing, however, there was no time to stop and confirm that. Every kind of anxiety bubbled its way to the surface as Leviathan’s body moved on its own. His teeth clacked together and he couldn't swallow. His tail lashed from side to side, cracking like a whip as heavy raindrops began to flood the alleyway.
Whoever did this was not going to escape. As though playing through a game he'd beaten a dozen times before, the Avatar of Envy’s eyes expertly locked on to his target. For a moment, all they did was stare at each other. The creature’s grin narrowed along with Leviathan’s eyes, and by the time it decided to escape Leviathan had already decided on its fate.
The creature got swept off its feet by a rising flood that came out of nowhere. Even if it could breathe under water, it would not survive the pressure for long.
Leviathan turned his back to hover over you, gloved hands shaking. A deluge cascaded down the alleyway, sparing only the two of you in your own little magic bubble. Heavy stones that had sat for centuries were carried away like pebbles. Building foundations cracked. The roar of water was deafening and drowned out the airless screams of your pursuer, but Leviathan could only hear the heartbeat pounding in his own ears. What was he going to do? What could he do?
A trickle of water had soaked through the dirt, turning part of the dry ground beneath you to mud. Unacceptable. Before he could even think of a proper plan, Leviathan scooped you into his arms and leaned you against him, cradling your head in the least awkward way he could imagine.
“H-hey… Say something?” It was hard for him to talk with tears welling up in his eyes that he couldn’t wipe away. He feared you were past the point of responding. His hands shook and his throat tightened.
The world sounded quiet inside the bubble, aside from Leviathan’s whimpering. You groaned and tried to move your foot, which swelled uncomfortably in its shoe. Leviathan nearly dropped you in relief.
Water, which had just begun receding outside, began falling anew from his eyes as he shakily repeated, “you’re alive! You’re alive!” and nuzzled his forehead against you.
Satan
Wrath flowed through Satan like wet ink on a page. If you asked him later what exactly happened, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. It was a blur to both you and him.
As soon as he laid eyes on you, weak and beaten and alone, Satan called your name. You didn't respond. He dug his nails into his palm, coiled his tail tightly around his leg, and called your name again. After the third time, he saw your finger move and could breathe.
Reason could wait for later. Something stirred in the shadows behind you and Satan really needed a punching bag.
The air grew thick with curses stacked upon curses, layered over one another into deadly combinations that would haunt a being into their afterlife. Though you weren’t the intended recipient, it became a miasma that settled over your skin like a fine blanket and turned your thoughts to haze.
Satan lashed out verbally, speaking the spells you couldn’t and damning the creature into a personal hell of his creation. He shouted his voice hoarse. When the creature could no longer move, or speak, or do anything, Satan tore it apart limb from limb. To complete and total shreds that could never be pieced back together again, until his fury ran its course and gave way to more unpleasant feelings. Desperation, worry, guilt and grief.
He was still mad. Mad at you for not summoning him sooner. Mad at himself for not being there when you needed him. Mad at the universe for being so cutthroat and unforgiving, for allowing such a thing to happen in the first place. It was a deep pit of unpleasantness and you were the one spark of hope that could keep him sane.
He couldn’t let that spark go out. Satan crouched next to you, hovering his hands over your injuries. “It’s okay now,” he said. “It’s gone. I’ll get you home.”
Where was he supposed to touch? He tried to puzzle out the best way to lift you without causing more pain, but no matter what he did, it would hurt. You cried out upon realizing your shoulder was dislocated and ankle most likely broken, shattering his heart into more pieces as he sifted you in his arms.
Satan grit his teeth once more and buried his face in your hair. He gripped you a little too hard, justifying it with the idea that it would stop your bleeding. “I’m sorry it hurts, but hang in there for now. You can be mad at me later.”
Asmodeus
“Hey, hon?”
Asmodeus sounded unnervingly calm. His usual bubbly demeanor was gone. That consistent high pitched energy he brought to every conversation had shifted. You thought you were hearing things. Maybe an angel was talking to you.
“Hon, I need you to look at me.”
Eyelids that felt like steel curtains refused to cooperate. Every time you wrestled your eyes open a smidge, they would fall shut again, blocking out the overstimulating world around you with a deep darkness.
“Stay with me, hon. Look at me. That’s right, just like that.”
You could barely make out Asmodeus’ gorgeous face practically glowing above you. Everything was too bright, and your ears rang as he continued, his voice ever so slightly cracking, “Look only at me and nothing else. Can you do that?”
Some noise of agreement welled out of your throat and Asmodeus grinned sadly. His beautiful demonic form took up your entire vision as your senses gradually, painfully, returned. You realized you were standing, propped up on your own two injured legs but leaning heavily into the crook of Asmodeus’ upper arm. His elbow provided support for your lower back and his hand stretched out between your shoulder blades.
There was a horrible gurgling sound close by, punctured by chokes and desperate gasps and the occasional snap. Your limited line of sight trailed down Asmodeus’ neck and followed his outstretched arm. You craned your neck, willing it to move, to see what was in his hand.
“Ah-ah, eyes on me,” he reminded you, sweet as sugar. “You don’t have to look at anything else. Everything will be okay. Just focus solely on me, and then we can go home and take a nice bath together.”
You would have nodded if you could. Placing your whole attention on Asmodeus’ face gave you something to focus on other than the horrendous pain. He was looking at something just out of view with a cold concentration, yet every few seconds his eyes would flick towards your direction. The gurgling noise got weaker and weaker until, finally, Asmodeus dropped the unseen object in his hand and swept you off your feet, relieving your legs from having to strain any further.
“You did so well,” he cooed, brushing a strand of hair behind your bleeding ear. You had so many injuries. You’d need a whole lot of prescription kisses to get better, per doctor Asmodeus’ orders.
A light gust fanned your face as he flapped his wings, preparing for liftoff. “Eyes on me until we’re home, okay? Don’t look down, even for a second.”
Beelzebub
You had lost consciousness. Though, for how long was uncertain. The ground was shaking when you came to and you could see the sky again. The stars spinned. Your arms throbbed, one from its wounds and the other because you had collapsed on top of it, temporarily cutting off its circulation.
Everything was a total mess and loud noises bounced off what few walls remained on the street. Crunching, snapping, bones splitting in half. Seeing as you were still in one piece, the creature must have found something else to play with. Dust from the rubble billowed up in massive clouds. You hoped to escape under its cover through one of the now-destroyed buildings.
There was a chilling roar. A shout so loud and full of emotion it made the ringing in your ears sound quiet. You were temporarily paralyzed in fear, but the small bit of hope inside of you forced you to drag your leg up and move in order to crawl to shelter.
The sensation was grueling. You winced and gasped and tried to resist crumpling back up on the ground when suddenly, the sound stopped and something hurried your way.
A familiar tall silhouette with familiar red hair and black horns. An unfamiliar red and black streak shining in the starlight coated the front of his shirt. His wings twitched, shedding drops of blood that flecked the ground.
“You’re alive.” Beelzebub said it more for his own validation than yours. He rubbed his eyes to stop tears from welling up any further. It quickly dawned on him that his hands were covered in gore, which he quickly tried to hide by smearing the viscera on his pants.
Your mind was still out of sorts and you instinctively cowered when he rushed to your side. Beelzebub froze. He couldn’t see the pained expression you wore with your face turned towards the ground, but he saw how your entire body shook with its final traces of adrenaline.
“I’m sorry,” he said, approaching you more cautiously. “I should have come sooner. No, I should have walked home with you from the start.”
Beelzebub was not used to fragile things. He bent over you like a giant shield, blocking out the destruction he had caused. It was quiet. He dislodged a rock stuck to your shirt and studied all the cuts he was too late to prevent.
The calm allowed your brain stop racing enough to finally recognize him as a friend. You reached out a hand and he picked you up with as light a touch he could muster, supporting your aching knees and keeping your head nestled against his chest as he hugged your shoulders. The wet spot on his shirt was drying.
"You don't have to worry now," Beelzebub told you. "I'll take care of everything."
Belphegor
You couldn’t see a thing.
Somebody grabbed you from behind. Warm, slender fingers covered your eyes and a voice in your ear stated, “It’s okay. All of this is a bad dream.”
It did not feel like a dream. A banshee-like shriek pierced through the air and you thought your heart would stop. The grip on your face got tighter, almost suffocating. The whole world was dark.
“Everything is just fine,” Belphegor continued. “You’re having a nightmare but it will all be over soon.”
You were dragged back into a corner, away from the middle of the road. The Avatar of Sloth worked to get you somewhere safe first and foremost. Your shoes skid over the stone ground, sending jolts of pain up your knees as he instructed, “Keep your eyes shut.”
You settled into an uncomfortable slouched position against a cold wall. Belphegor tried to make things better, he knew a thing or two about comfort, but every position was uncomfortable in your state. His hand slid down off your face, making sure your heavy eyelids stayed closed, and you heard footsteps walk away from you. The soft tuft of Belphegor’s tail lingered by your leg just a second longer so you knew he was going to return.
“Disgusting,” he muttered. You didn’t hear it over the shout of agony, something inhuman that got cut off mid-cry. A clear thud indicated something fell to the ground. Then it was kicked.
“Just a bad dream,” Belphegor repeated between kicks. His voice was gentle in an unnatural way. Strained, like he was having a tough time keeping it together. “When you wake up, everything will be fine.”
Thud followed thud. It became rhythmic, like counting sheep, and it got more violent before it finally stopped.
Your own continuous pants of distress continued until Belphegor came back and gently pat your head. You did good, holding out this long and keeping your eyes shut for him.
“We’re going to share lots of good dreams together from now on, aren’t we?” he asked as he brought you against his shoulder and helped you stand, bearing most of your weight so your wounded feet were spared. “Forget all about this nightmare. When you open your eyes, you'll be safe and warm in bed with me.”
Hello! I’ve been lurking around on your blog for a little bit and I really like your pieces! Especially the headcanons regarding the obey me characters and their tails! If you mind…could you give us some input on the characters with wings and give us a version for them too? >_>
A/N: Ask and ye shall receive....several months later, oops. Hopefully the writing is mostly consistent as I chipped away at this for a few months. Same as before, unpartnered and partnered versions; use of you/your but ungendered.
Word Count: 2k
Angels and demons interpret wing touching very differently. For angels, even the slightest brush along one’s feathers is considered deeply intimate - a touch reserved for only one maybe two individuals in an angel’s life. Demons view such a touch as a flirt, a sinful promise of things should they give in to temptation.
(Unpartnered: Aggressive/General Unfriendliness)
Lucifer: It’s hard to miss the full body shudder that courses through him, nor is it hard to miss the expression he fixes you with as he turns to face you. Anger and disbelief color his features and for once, the Avatar of Pride seems unsure how to react. His eyes study you for a moment before he suddenly appears in your face, burning pain exploding around your wrist as he grabs and twists the joint. His voice is calm and sharp - it’s the same tone he’s used before to genuinely threaten you.
“Who exactly do you think you are?” he tightens his grip and twists your wrist more. You worry he’s going to pop the joint out of its socket, “Touch my wings again and not even the reapers will be able to find your remains.” He shoves you to the ground with enough force that it hurts. Your wrist aches as you watch him walk away.
Mammon: You hear his sharp intake of breath and then you feel his wing slap away your hand with a surprising amount of force. He spins to face you, a small blush coloring his face, but his furrowed brow tells you he’s unhappy.
“Oi! The fuck ya think yer doin’? It's a thousand grimm per touch ya know!” Despite his casual bravado, his stance is tense and you watch as his wings softly flap a few times as if trying to shake off the feeling of the unwanted touch. He clicks his tongue when you say nothing and hurries away.
Asmodeus: He barely reacts when your finger pads brush against the far finger of his wing. He seems too wrapped up in his nails to be bothered by it, at least until you gently run your finger down the bone.
“Mm, what do you think you’re doing?” His voice makes you pause and you look up at him to find him looking at you through his mirror. While he’s not out right frowning, he most certainly doesn’t look pleased.
Before you can answer him he speaks again, “I don’t think you understand what you’re trying to imply here.” His wing stretches to move your finger off of it, “You really shouldn’t be touching people without their permission anyways.” You watch as his wing moves to slap your hand, albeit a bit gentler than you perhaps deserved.
Beelzebub: There’s not much that can startle Beelzebub, being the big lumbering giant that he is, but it seems a curious, gentle touch on his wings can. You watch him tense and spin on his heels as he turns to face you. His normally passive expression is gone, replaced with a look of confusion and distrust. He looks you over, seeming to debate internally if he should chastise you. His wings flutter softly behind him as if trying to shake off your touch.
“Don’t…don’t touch me….please,” his voice holds a note of uncertainty, but is still firm, “It’s not polite.”
As you open your mouth to apologize he walks off, a soft huff leaving his lips.
Diavolo: The prince lets out an uncharacteristic sharp gasp and jolts, his wings tensing suddenly. He turns almost instantly to look at you, his leathery wings subsequently hitting your arm away as he does so, his face a rare unmasked expression. His expression is hard to decipher, some mix of shock, uncomfortable, and mayhaps a third emotion you can’t quite pinpoint.
His face breaks into an uncomfortable smile and his laugh is unusually tense, “Haha, yes [MC]? Did you need something?”
“Oh, nothing. Sorry, I was just curio-”
“Ah, I see,” he uncharacteristically cuts you off, his voice holding a sense of uncomfortability and he waves his hand dismissively, “Well if you’ll excuse me, I’m afraid I must return to work now; I’m sure Barbatos would be upset if I procrastinated any longer.” And with that, he quickly and quietly leaves.
Simeon: You immediately feel the tension in his body the second your fingertips touch his spine. You blink and pain sears your wrists as Simeon grabs it and pushes your wrist back towards your arm as far as it will go. His normally soft and gentle eyes are hard and unforgiving, anger simmering beneath the surface in a way not too dissimilar to Satan. His wings flap forcefully, creating a gust of wind that messes your hair.
“Excuse you?” His voice is low, and sharp. His eyes bore into you as he waits for you to answer him, your wrist hurting all the while. He grants you no respite, pushing further until you’re sure he’ll dislocate it. Just as you open your mouth to say something - anything to get him to let your hand go - he shoves you back with enough force to make you stumble and fall. He says nothing else, but the anger in his eyes tells you he won’t forget this.
Raphael: You barely feel the warmth from his skin before you find yourself on the ground, a blinding spear of Celestial light pointed right in your face. Raphael looks as calm as ever, but there’s a twitch in his brow that’s not usually there. He says nothing, merely keeps the spear pointed in your face for several moments. You merely lay there, trying to keep yourself as low and away from the most likely very sharp end of the spear, unsure of what to do or say. After what feels like several long minutes, Raphael moves away, taking his spear with him. He turns and walks away, not even offering to help you up, but from the sound of his unusually heavy footsteps, you assume he’s too upset with you to want to.
(Partnered: Flirting/General Suggestiveness)
Lucifer: You watch him visibly tense as your fingertips gently brush the start of his wing bone. You hesitate for a moment, hearing him let out a shaky breath, but he makes no move to stop you. You can feel his wing tense but then relax: silent permission to continue. You gently drag your fingers up his wings, following the natural flow of black iridescent feathers along his bone. When you reach the apex of his wing, you gently bring your fingers back to the base, softly brushing the down that marks the transition of feather to skin. You risk a glance up at him, a silent knot of worry weighing on your chest. But you find that he isn’t looking at you - his eyes aren’t even open. You feel a small gust of air as his wings flutter, missing your touch.
Mammon: You watch as he carefully counts one Grimm after another, fully immersed in his earnings from his lucky break at the horse races. His wings flutter with each movement and you get curious. Carefully you reach out and touch the thin membrane between the bone, finding that it feels mostly smooth with the barest hint of texture. You feel him flinch slightly, but he doesn’t react beyond that. You continue to gently pet at the membrane of his wing, occasionally letting your fingerpads ghost over the bones. You get lost in the motion before looking up and realizing that Mammon has been staring at you for heaven knows how long. His cheeks are dusted red and there’s a familiar look of greed in his eyes as he regards you.
“Want som’thin’ Treasure~?”
Asmodeus: The sound of Asmo’s chitter-chatter fills the room. You think he’s doing a live stream of some kind, but you can’t be sure. He was insistent that you stay in the room while he shows off some PR he got, but was kind enough to crop you just out of frame. You feel boredom begin to claw at you, so you reach your hand out to just barely brush along the farthest bone of Asmo’s wing. He jumps and you worry for a moment that you’ve touched harder than you intended. He looks at you, his eyes carefully searching for something. You smile and reach to touch his wing again and he smirks, your pact mark flaring with a tingly sensation. He reaches for his phone, his finger hovering over the “end stream” button.
“Well my lovelies…it seems I’m being called away…I’ll be back soon, I promise~♡.”
Beezlebub: You watch as Beelz casually munches through a bag of chips while flipping through one of his textbooks. Practice must’ve been draining, as he sits unabashedly in his demon form, his wings quivering from time to time. Curiosity burns in your mind as you watch his wings vibrate every now again; surely they’re more on the fragile side, but do they feel like how you’d imagine? You reach forward and gently brush part of his insect-like wings. They feel odd - dry, textured, but slightly stronger feeling than you expected - but just as you touch, Beelz jolts, his hand reaching for the chip bag crushing it in his surprise. He turns to look at you over his shoulder, surprised, but not angry.
“S-sorry. I was just curious,” you offer nervously, a sheepiness smile on your face.
Beel offers a small smile of his own, “Ah…okay.” He turns his attention back to his now crushed bag of chips with a frown.
Diavolo: His body rises and falls gently with each breath he takes, the pace slower while he rests. His large leathery wings rest within your reach, also rising and falling with his breath. They’re so much bigger and impressive up close. His arm tenses slightly in his sleep to pull you closer to his chest, one of his wings tensing in time before relaxing. You reach out to brush your finger along part of the membrane compulsively, the deep red and black color entrancing. The texture is leathery, but still smooth in an odd way making you wonder if demons have products for wing care (you can only imagine what expensive products Diavolo must own for his personal hygiene routine). You continue to let your finger pads brush along his wing, sometimes tracing the bone, sometimes just drawing random lines and shapes. Unbeknownst to you, Diavolo has opened his eyes and is watching your quiet moment of unadulterated curiosity. Later he’ll explain to you the sexual implications of the action, but for now he’s content to let you be curious.
Simeon: “Your wings look so soft.”
Simeon pauses, his shirt bunched up at the arms, to look over at you. He regards you with a faux neutral expression, but you know he’s judging something about you.
“Thank you,” his reply is gentle, but still neutral like he’s deciding something. He makes no move to continue getting dressed, making you feel like you’ve said something wrong.
“You um…can continue getting dressed. I uh didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Simeon is silent for a moment longer, his eyes never leaving your’s, “...you may touch them if you’d like - gently.” You try to hide the surprise and delight that flickers across your face but probably fail miserably. Simeon watches your every step forward and watches as you carefully reach out to gently touch one of his larger primary feathers. His eyes flicker down to watch the path your fingers take as you trace the side of the feather and then trace its neighbor.
“Well? Are they as soft as you imagined?”
Raphael: You watch him roll his shoulder in a slow deliberate motion; he hasn’t said anything yet, but knowing him, he probably went too hard during an exercise and it’s sore. His pairs of wings move with the motion, the slowness makes you think they’re sore too. You reach forward and gently rub at the joints of the upper set, startling the angel.
He turns to look at you, his whole body tense, “[MC]?”
“Sorry Raph, I didn’t mean to startle you,” you continue to gently rub at the joint of his upper set of wings, tracing some of the down before moving your hands up to his shoulders proper, “You seemed tense.”
He’s silent for a few moments before you feel him force his body to relax a little, “...I suppose I am a little sore…” his voice trails off. “Thank you.”
Asking them to participate in NNN! (nsfw)
incl: 7 demon brothers + barbatos & solomon
a/n: since November is basically over by the time I finally made this, who are we thinking definitely lost the challenge? cause I have ZERO faith in any of them.. .mammon def lost on day 1
JJK was such an emotional rollercoaster for me (and well everyone) but SPECIFICALLY because they be teasing me with these men. oooo hot man? you like hot man? BOOM!!! HES DEAD. YOUR HOT MAN IS DEAD. ooo another hot man? you like hot man? WELL HES DEAD TOO! NO TIME TO FUCKING GRIEVE BRO
✨Written in the Stars: Nanami Kento x Astrology Analysis/HCs✨
Stats:
Name: Nanami Kento
DOB: July 3rd
Sign: Cancer (2nd Decan)
Warning: MAJOR spoilers for the manga/anime. Please do not proceed if you haven't finished the manga (unless you're cool with some big reveals lol). A bit of profanity thrown in here and there. Post is gif & image heavy!
While Nanami's birthday - 7/3 - is an obvious nod to his name, he nonetheless possesses heavy Cancerian traits
(Funnily enough, Cancer's lucky numbers are said to be 7 and 3. Who knew?!)
He is, for one, the fundamental "dad" of the group
This is true whether it’s referring to actual family, amongst friends or students he's responsible for (he is perhaps the most significant father figure in Yuji's life, certainly one who has left an indelible impression upon him)
Ijichi has referred to him as the "most adult of all adults"
Even during Nanami's final moments, he tells Yuji, "You've got it from here," which is very much like the passing down of a torch from one generation to another
The Cancerian man is responsible, reliable and gets the job done, which is why Gojo entrusted Yuji to Nanami
As a Cardinal sign, they are among the initiators of the zodiac - they take action when shit matters
They also don’t play around when it comes to business (some of the most prominent businesspeople in the world share this sign) and can be quite shrewd when it comes to finances (notice how Nanamin also went into finance after quitting jujutsu society)
Money is absolutely central when it comes to security for Cancerians; they never really feel secure despite how much they make
Cancer is the sign of the crab, which carries its home around at all times. It also rules the 4th House in the natal chart, which is the house of home and family
Nanami is similarly minded: home and his downtime is never far from his mind. Overtime is a binding vow and one which he’d prefer not to use. The man really just wants to go home, cook something delicious and eat it by himself with a fine glass of wine and a good book
Home — and, by extension, his privacy — is his safe place; Nanami’s refuge from the violently topsy-turvy world of jujutsu
Gege has mentioned that Nanami would've wanted to get married, just not while actively working as a sorcerer, which, once again, makes perfect sense because he's just too caring and responsible to leave someone he loves as a WIDOW!! 😭😭😭 (we shall NOT talk about this)
The 4th house also presides over childhood (e.g. his insistence on letting kids be kids), nostalgic memories (more on this below) and parental figures (see Yuji above and Ino as well, to a certain extent)
In short, the 4th house is about FOUNDATIONS, and Nanami's character, in particular, feels as solid and reliable as that of a well-built house
Much has been made about his desire to retire to Malaysia, and in a sense, this can be seen as a return to his roots, as evidenced by the following panels in the manga:
Going somewhere south, to return to who he once was, is very reminiscent of the both the 4th house and the South Node (one's "home base," comfort zones, habits and patterns) - more on this later
The 4th house is the most sentimental of the houses, and Nanami can arguably be considered one of the more empathetic characters of the JJK verse (along with Yuji, Yuta and Yaga, for instance)
All that softness aside, don't fuck with Cancers. They may be the nurturing "parents" of the zodiac, but just like a mother bear protecting her cubs, they will cut you if you mess with them and the people they care about. They are STRONG AF in ways that result in more than just visible muscle mass and they take their responsibilities seriously. That shell is hard for a reason. They can take whatever life dishes out.
Sometimes though, they may have to retreat within that shell to heal, much like Nanami did by leaving the jujutsu world after Haibara's death. But they eventually come back to clean up that bullshit garbage
The hard shell protects the soft, emotional innards of the man — the empathetic side that exists deep within Nanami at his core. The stoic face is a form of protection for someone who has already seen and felt too much, too soon
Resilience is the name of the game (even Gojo, after finally escaping the Prison Realm, mentioned that he thought Nanami, of all people, would survive anything)
Nanami Kento, however, continues to live on through the deep influence he's had on others, not just Yuji Itadori and Ino Takuma (who always asks "what would Nanami do?"), but also via his own blunt blade being reincarnated to a second life as a weapon in Ino's hands:
Like the moon by which Cancer is ruled, Nanami's influence enables others to find their way when they feel lost in darkness
Cancers can also feel insecure and inadequate on the inside
One gets a very visceral sense of this especially after Haibara's death, when Nanami says to Geto, "why don't we just let Gojo handle everything from now on?"
Furthermore, in a later scene, he advises Yuji not to compare himself to Gojo because it’s a sure path to disappointment - highly suggesting that Nanami, at one point or another, also harboured similar feelings of not being able to measure up to the Strongest
In addition to the watery elements of his chart, Nanami Kento also strikes one as having significant Earth influence
Virgoan vibes in his insistence on getting things done correctly in the right way (whether as a jujutsu sorcerer or in his role as a salaryman) - see the Virgo insistence on PRECISION below:
The Virgo influence can also be seen by the way his mind never seems to be at rest: he loves to read, is commonly depicted with a book or newspaper on his downtime, and said he would love to get around to finally reading all the books he accumulated but haven't yet had the chance to read (his general stoic demeanour makes me feel like this is more of a Virgo influence than Gemini, which tends towards a more sociable and lighthearted personality despite both being ruled by Mercury)
Taurus placements are hinted at in the way he delights in earthly and sensual pleasures: good food and wine, his desire to retire to the beach and surround himself with sun, sand, surf and simplicity (Gege makes no secret of the fact that this man is a canon foodie)
Capricorn folks, like Cancers, are also all about their business. Real boss energy.
Undoubtedly, Nanami’s character has a very heavy Saturnian influence: stern and strict when adhering to rules and regulations, he believes in structure and order. This typically puts him at odds with Gojo's flighty nature, and the two serve as beautiful foils to each other, especially in Yuji's life
Saturn is Father Time, and nothing characterizes Nanami Kento better than his near-obsessive relationship with time (Overtime, anyone? lol)
He can't help noticing all the ways in which time is passing him by (e.g. finding more and more of his hairs on his pillow, no longer being able to find his favourite sandwich at the konbini)
And he looks forward to a retirement he will never actually have 😭
When it is revealed near the end of the manga (see earlier manga panel) that he asked Mei Mei for advice on where he should relocate to for retirement, she gave him the option of heading North if he essentially wants to live for the future, but opting for the South if he wants to revisit the past. Nanami chose Malaysia, which, once again, harkens back to the 4th house and South Node themes of nostalgia for times gone by
Saturn's iconography is typically associated with a sickle, reminiscent not only of death but also the reaping of the harvest (c.f. Nanami's special connection with wheat through his great love of bread)
Nanami Kento's character is very much a man of the earth: no-nonsense to the core. He is the one you call on when shit hits the fan
Along a similar vein, part of his decision to return to the jujutsu world involved his thoughts surrounding why people whose jobs are so far removed from the circle of life are paid disproportionately more - it didn't sit right with him
But underneath all this heavy earthiness, the man is a Cancer that cares to its own core about the people in his life
this is highly apparent in how he prioritizes the safety of the students and others
Finally, let’s talk about the fact that Nanami’s birthday falls within the second decan of Cancer, which means there is a significant Scorpio (Plutonian) influence on his expression of the sign. These folks aren't afraid of death.
Nanami's trusted inner circle may be tiny, but they truly understood the fierce loyalty and devotion he's capable of (e.g. his willingness to sacrifice himself as a shield to protect Megumi when they were in Dagon's domain)
He is a man who would (and did) put everything on the line, fighting until he was literally on his last legs...
...which is why we crown him KING KENTO 👑💕
For being hearth and home, parent and protector - a place of safe refuge for so many characters in this show.
RIP King
Thanks so much for reading and please stay tuned for more writing to come! (Check out the masterpost! 😊💕)
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- Scents are very important to demons. They can tell others the demon’s power level, social status, territory, age, physical state(amount of sleep/exercise/diet/etc), emotional state and where they’ve been recently.
- They have glands on their cheeks, neck, palms of their hands, and soles of their feet(like deer)
- DEMONS BISCUIT MAKING(the thing where cats knead if you don’t know)
- Beel is the one who biscuit makes the most. He does it to self-soothe when he gets anxious or to comfort one of his brothers.
- Because he’s built like a brick house, his kneading is actually a pretty good massage although it takes him a bit to remember to be gentler on mc.
- One time he accidentally kneaded MC so hard they bruised and he felt so bad he cried.
- Demons who live together and scent each other and each other’s things often will form a “family scent” which is one singular scent that’s formed from all of their scents mingling together.
- Covering up someone’s scent on you is basically saying that you don’t like them anymore so don’t put on any perfume/cologne or they’ll get offended. Showers are fine though, you’d have to wash multiple times, without them scenting you in between, to fully get rid of it.
- Demon scents are much stronger than human’s so the brother’s scents usually overpower your own which ends up confusing other demons a lot until they realize you’re that human exchange student they heard about. There have been times where you’ve been mistaken as one of the brothers in disguise.
- You can’t smell their scents really but they can smell YOURS. Well the brothers can at least. It’s a bit eery at first to get used to them being like “how was John today?” When you didn’t tell them that you talked to John, nor were they even in the same store you met John in.
- They can also smell if you’re happy or sad so good luck trying to hide your emotions!
- You’re the weakest member of their family and so they tend to anxiously scent you up into the equivalent of that one kid from the Christmas story but with scents instead of clothes.
- If you spend too much time outside of the house or away from the brothers and don’t smell like them anymore they’ll get pissed at you. Mainly it’s because they worried that another demon might not realize you’re with them and try to hurt you.
- You’ve had multiple instances where some haughty looking demons go to approach you, then the wind changes direction. They get a nosefull of the brother’s scent, then go ‘fuck no’ and turn on their heels.
- You can smell their scents but only the surface part of it. You can tell who’s scent is who’s if they’re standing close to you but that’s it.
- They also do the thing wolves do where they rub a scent on themselves to show their friends/family.
- They also purr because I said so.
- Demons high up in the hierarchy generally flaunt their scents more while it’s rude for lesser demons to take up a lot of “scent space”
- Scenting someone without permission or something that’s not yours is a challenge of dominance. Basically saying ‘I own you/this and there’s nothing you can do about it’
- It’s one of the reasons Lucifer and Barbatos wear gloves. They’re around Diavolo a lot and don’t want to be improper. Even though Diavolo considers all of them close and asks Lucifer to scent him all the time.
- Because of the glands on their feet it’s considered really rude to go barefoot in another persons house.
- I don’t really have any headcannons on their individual scents. It’s not like omegaverse where they smell like coffee or something they just have that distinct animal scent. Although, they will always faintly have the scents of their surroundings on them, so Lucifer does indeed smell like coffee a lot.
- Asmo still wears some perfume but it’s light and doesn’t cover up his or his brother’s scents.
- To humans they just smell like other humans but with an undertone of iron.
- They tend to stare at you sometimes because they can’t find your weak scent under all of theirs which triggers the instinct of ‘family member missing’ so they need that visual confirmation that you’re there.
- They get nervous when a member of their family is gone for a while and their scent fades from the house. If you go back to the human realm it takes them a while to get used to the absence of your scent.
- During the exchange event, there were many times someone would catch Beel asleep with one of Belphie’s clothes or blankets pressed up against his nose. He’d also sometimes sleep in his twins bed but only when he REALLY missed him because he didn’t want to accidentally cover up the scent.
- The same way an absence of a scent can make a demon anxious, scents can also make them calm down and Satan will sometimes sniff areas his brothers scented to help clear his head when his other anger management techniques aren’t working.
- Originally, they hated mc’s scent for disrupting the scent ‘ecosystem’ but eventually they started to see you more as ‘family’ and your scent was welcome.
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