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jolapeno · 4 months

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fifteen hundred and one

frankie morales x f!reader | frankie masterlist

summary: he's your best friend. nothing would ever change that. except maybe a goodnight kiss.

warnings: just fluff. best friends who flirt to something. kissing. flirting. she calls frankie nemo. an: this is my submission for @janaispunk’s milestone celebration based on this moodboard and the prompt "goodnight kiss"! hugest and biggest congrats to you jana, my babe. you deserve all of this and more!

Laughing, hard. It’s all instinctive as one palm stretches out across his stomach, and the other arm hooks around you, tugging you close.

He tenses when your fingers brush over his threadbare tee, your head turning into him as you mirror him, giggling. Burying deep into the fabric, it seeps into his skin.

And all Frankie thinks is—

It’s easy with you.

Has been for years. Since you’d stumbled in as the friend of one of his friends girl-not-girl, sticking around longer than they did.

You'd glued to him, happily. Never minding, or caring. Somehow surprised at how simple it was going from ‘do you want a drink’ to resting your head on his shoulder, while the two of you absently listened to whatever bullshit Benny was saying.

Now, he looks forward to seeing you.

To late-night burger runs and early-morning coffee meets, quiz nights with the others and just the two of you movie trips.

At some point, between his tongue doubling in his head at the sight of you that night to now, he’s been resisting kissing you. Sometimes easy, sometimes it’s harder.

Tonight it’s the latter.

A hand clenched around his heart, squeezing. Beneath the moon's gentle gaze, the world slows, each laugh and comment infused with the spell of the silvery glow. It's intimate, almost sacred.

And it forces him to remind himself of the usual array of things that stop him from kissing the wit-induced smile right from your lips. The list he runs through to ensure he doesn't ruin you, in the same way, he'd almost destroyed his license, his job. Stopping himself from tasting the gloss you’ve smeared there, the one which makes street lamps reflect as the two of you walk back to his truck.

“—so even if I scratched your favourite vinyl, you’d still be friends with me?”

Opening the passenger side door, he smiles, gleams, fucking beams. “Yeah!”

He hears you mutter bullshit when he shuts it, fighting a laugh as he comes around the back before sliding in.

It’s not a far drive to yours. One he’s memorised, etched into him. Not just from tonight’s location, but all over town. From his to work, and your favourite spot to his. Able to drive, mainly on auto-pilot, not needing to concentrate too much, able to answer your wild, and ridiculous, array of “even if” questions. Each ranged from ‘if I burnt all your grass’ to, ‘hypothetically if you had a dog and I kicked it’. Each is smudged with the sound of the radio you've tuned, a station he won't admit he listens to when you're not even with him.

You don’t stop your questioning when he pulls onto your drive, parking side by side next to your car. The one he helped you haggle for three months ago now—if he thinks hard, he can still hear the sound of your squeal in gratitude in the furthest part of his ear.

“—what if I stole your last coffee filter?”

“I’m guessing I’m desperate for it too?”

“Yes,” you say, defiant but playfully. “Of course.”

“You’re telling me that if I stole your last coffee filter, you’d still be my friend?”

Killing the engine, he sighs. Shrugging. “Yeah.”

Unbuckling your belt, you throw a glare. “I don’t believe you. You’re more coffee than blood.”

Shaking his head, he rests against the headrest, the corner of his lips growing into his cheek. “Not a thing you could do that would make me ever want to not be your friend.”

Rolling your eyes, you hover your hand over the doorhandle. A part of him wants to ask you to wait, to not go just yet. A routine he thinks through at least three times a month when he sees you. Each time ending in the same cowardly way.

“Goodnight, Frank,” you say, in that same tone—one hard to read, forged in sadness but dressed up in joy—as you press your lips to his cheek.

He resists touching it like he always does. Mumbling the same scripted, “Night” he always does.

Not jolting when the door meets the frame, eyes pinned on you as you walk down your path—waiting for you to step on your porch, turn back and wave, fidget for your keys before unlocking the door and giving him another wave. Another pattern, another repetition.

Except tonight you stop.

You don’t even make it halfway down your path.

Blood pounds in his ears, something knotting inside of him. An urge, a fire lighting in his stomach. One he listens to. His hand shoves the door open, as the other undoes his belt, forcing himself to exit.

Frankie spots the glance in surprise at finding him coming around the front to join you. As though the idea he would is a shock, a surprise as he calls your name.

It’s slow, the way you spin on your heels. You pause, eyes narrowing, before widening, fighting a smile. A thing he can tell, can read. Even if you try to hide it in the night, shield it from the almost full moon and the stars which twinkle above.

“You think you’d be able to be my friend if I kissed you, Nemo?”

Leaning against the brick of your house, watching your eyes flick from his shoes back to his face.

“Finally ran out of cat names?”

“I’m branching out. I could go back to calling you Salem.”

Smirking, rolling his lips. “Still not a fish.”

Sighing, shifting your weight. “Didn’t answer my question.”

Wiping his hand with his face, hurrying his brain to think of something, anything, because he’s not sure if this is a joke. If you’re pushing him.

But the longer the silence thickens, the more time you stare at him, eyes growing wider and wider, he thinks that it might not be his heart that is the only one pounding. The only one beating in his ears, the pulse throbbing in his neck.

“Fran—”

“No,” he stammers, clearing his throat. “I–I’d be too busy.”

Lips sliding into your cheek, nervousness fading, fingers scratching the tip of your nose as he swears a shooting star soars in your eyes. “Doing what?”

“Kissing you fifteen hundred times.”

“Just fifteen hundred?”

Shrugging, chewing his tongue, he exhales—loud, nostrils flaring. “To start.”

Taking a step closer, a timid one. Enough to make a point, but not enough to close the gap entirely. Your knuckles brush his stomach, a blend between a stroke and a nudge.

“You’ve thought about this.”

A small part—one wrapped in vines of doubt, encased in pretending—warns him to clamp his mouth shut. To swallow the syllables and forms letters that make the sentence buzz in his mouth, along his teeth, and jaw.

Flicking his eyes from the floor to your face. “All the time, baby.”

He hears it, but he enjoys watching it more, the way you gasp. Low, airy, trying to bury it.

“Give me a goodnight kiss, Morales.”

He doesn’t think twice.

Brushing his lips against yours, soft, cautious, and tender, before it deepens. It makes his heart throb, double; it almost somersaults in his chest as your palm presses to his cheek, fingers sliding into his hair as one of his hands finds a home on your waist.

Then you’re smiling, almost laughing, right up against his mouth as he tastes the sugar on your lips. He feels the joy brushing against his mouth as your fingers knot into his hair.

And it unlocks him, allows you to consume him, to find himself free falling knowing he'll never land, fall or be hurt—just floating, as you tug him flush to you, a feeling so heavenly he almost wishes to pinch himself—

“Of course, you’re a good kisser,” you whisper, ghosting the words over his lips.

“Been thinking about it, have you?”

Snorting, nose nudging his, you press your mouth back to his, more searing, open-mouthed. “When I drive. At work. In the morning. At night.”

Each is punctuated with a kiss. The latter flows around his head, swirling in different shades and fonts as he groans, fingers sliding around the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. Making it a little rougher, more committed, feeling you cling to him, tugging him closer as he manoeuvres the two of you—flushing your back to the brick, his chest to yours.

A moan escapes you, tickling his lower lip as your thumb brushes along the back of his neck. Mouths parting, for a moment breathing the other, simply staring, gazing, ogling.

“Fourteen hundred and ninety-nine to go?”

Shaking his head, nose brushing yours, thumb stroking against your cheek. “This is a goodnight kiss—a necessity to begin the counter.”

“Oh,” you whisper, elongating it, adding a smirk to the end. “So, we have another fifteen hundred and then, we stop?”

Taking a deep breath, the scent of your perfume weaving into his soul. The sound of a car streets away travelling in the quiet of the night.

“Depends.” Tilting your head, waiting, confusion there. “You might unlock the next stage.”

Grinning against him, able to feel it as he runs his knuckles along your jaw.

“Or my lips fall off?”

Laughing, just like he did earlier. He smiles. “Or your lips fall off.”

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dancingbirdie · 11 months

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I interrupt your daily schedules to present some purely plotless Astarion x gn! Reader smut. Courtesy of me listening to an oldie but goodie "What's My Name" by Rihanna ft. Drake during my morning commute.

Note that this is seriously NSFW so don't read below the break line unless you're a horny little gremlin like this pair or me since yeah I wrote it. :)

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The Things We Could Do in Twenty Minutes…

Rating: MATURE

Pairing: Astarion x gn!Reader

Tags/Warnings: Oral sex (Astarion receiving), hand kink, slight praise kink, slight dom!Astarion/sub!Reader, public sex/exhibitionism

Summary: You and Astarion have been tasked with a scouting mission. You grow a little bored from waiting around and very horny watching Astarion play with his knife.

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The two of you were leaning side by side against the alley wall. Watching. Waiting. Poised to strike whenever your quarry exited the tavern across the street.

But it was late. You had been skulking about for hours. You were bored.

And Astarion, gods damn him, was flush against you, smelling like temptation and sin. Subtle wafts of his signature bergamot, rosemary, and brandy scent teased your nose as his fingers idly spun his blade around in his hands.

Your breath hitched as you watched him. Watched how gracefully those long, slender fingers absently played with the knife while his eyes scanned the street for any signs of activity. He was totally oblivious to your ogling, which was good because you could swear you were starting to salivate just watching him toy with his weapon.

You wondered how those fingers would feel scratching against your scalp. Pulling your hair. Clasping your jaw.

Fuck it, you thought. Throwing caution to the wind, you reached a hand forward to caress his chest. His head whipped around immediately to look at you, brow furrowed. It was an innocent enough gesture, but his eyes caught the look on your face, illuminated dimly in the silvery light of the moon. How your pupils were blown wide with unbridled lust.

He smirked, one delicate fang peeking out from between his lips.

“Can I help you?” he drawled.

“You can actually,” you whispered. Your hand lightly traced down his chest, down his abdomen, before it stopped at the bindings of his trousers.

You looked up at him beneath your lashes, your eyes beseeching.

“My, my,” Astarion chuckled, his voice like silk. “Wanting to play while we’re on the clock? Tsk. What would our comrades think?”

“It’ll make our cover seem more convincing, don’t you think?” you reasoned, licking your lips as you noticed the growing bulge between his legs. “Just two unassuming lovers, swept up in a moment of passion as they passed this dingy alley?”

“Our target should be leaving any moment now, darling. We wouldn’t want to miss our window of opportunity.”

“I give it at least twenty minutes before the tavern closes. And just think, the things we could do in twenty minutes…”

He gave a throaty laugh. “You make a very convincing argument. How could I ever deny you?”

“Is that a yes then?” your voice was husky, struggling to contain the urge to drop to your knees and taste him. You would wait for his consent. Of course you would wait. But you couldn’t deny the heady desires ratcheting up within you.

“Yes,” he cooed, nuzzling your neck and planting a quick kiss against the fang marks he’d left earlier that evening. “Go on then, love.”

“Thank the gods,” you groaned, immediately kneeling before him and undoing the bindings of his breeches.

You captured him in your mouth as soon as his impressive length sprang free, tasting the salt and musk of him as you took him as far back as your throat would allow. Your eyes watered with the pressure of him pressing down your throat. It was the sweetest pain.

You heard the muffled thump of his head as it hit the brick wall. You relished the tortured groan that spilled from his lips as you continued to gorge yourself on him.

Then a moan of your own vibrated against him as his hands moved to grip your hair. His fingers scratching against your scalp nearly had your eyes rolling back into your head. With your hands braced on his thighs, you continued to bob your head, sucking, licking and swallowing around him.

He tasted like the purest drug you could ever inject into your veins. You would never tire of doing this for him. Of hearing and feeling how your mouth and tongue caused him to shiver and quake with pleasure. You could feel your own release building because of it, despite the lack of any stimulation to your groin. It didn’t matter.

You had no desire for anything but Astarion’s pleasure tonight.

“Look at me,” he growled suddenly. You felt his fingers clutch your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his eyes.

You peered up at him as you continued to piston your mouth around his length, whining softly as you beheld the look in his eyes.

“I want you to look at me while I cum in that gorgeous, sinful mouth,” he whispered, his hips beginning to buck into you, meeting your movements in perfect synchrony.

You moaned again at his words, your mouth dripping with saliva and pre-cum as you continued to suck him.

“Are you ready, darling?” he murmured, his other hand reverently stroking your hair. A stark contrast to the absolutely deplorable things you were doing to his cock.

You gave a garbled assent, taking him in with a surge of passion as you anticipated the feeling of his release shooting down your throat.

A few moments more and your anticipation was rewarded in full. You groaned as you heard him grunt. Felt his final, feral thrust into your mouth. Tasted the salty sweetness of his cum on your tongue.

As he came down from his high, you gave him one last, obscene lick before removing your mouth. Slouching against the wall, utterly spent, he watched as you deliberately met his eyes and swallowed his cum with a gulp. He hummed his approval, grinning wickedly.

“You naughty thing,” he crooned. “You’ll be the death of us both.”

You returned his grin with an impish one of your own before wiping your mouth clean on the sleeve of your shirt and rising to stand next to him once more.

You surveyed the street. Scanned the tavern for signs of movement. Nothing was amiss. Your quarry hadn’t escaped.

“See?” you murmured, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Twenty minutes was all I needed.”

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vennyellise · 1 year

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Astrology observations🌘

Having a libra rising doesn't always mean they have good relationship with people around them this people attract a lot of freinds who view them as competition or envy them anyway it's either because they effortlessly get the attention

Either leo moons have narcicistic self centered mother or they have this sister like relationship with their mother i view this people who have this pure older sister like bond with their mom, because as the sun in your moon you just have this very bright and warm but also at times can be pretty damaging relationship with ur mom.

Rising and moon opposition in chart i noticed dissapont many people by the way their first impression persona doesn't match who they are, it actually can be quite opposite

Aquarius moons are the actually more outgoing than aquarius sun, they are more approachable either, and they tend to be really good in conversations

Scorpio Stelluims sorry but yall scare the crap out of me they give me creep vibes, but they are really deep tho and they actually suprise me how intelligent they are or how they deliver themselves

Pisces venus may grew up with absent mother/father or their mother/father wasn't just there for them, this people are prone to manipulation they are top tier hopeless romantic and would love you purely of who you are but it depends on the chart ofc

Virgo moons can't shut the fuck up inside their head, they may listen to you in conversations but they would have another damn conversations in their mind like that's how obsessive they can be

Aquarius venus are damn misunderstood this are the types that would actually go for the weirdest type of people to date just to have an experience, this people are filled with curiosity on what it's like to date you, anyway they're good at convincing

Taurus suns has this air of ethereal in them, like they have this glow that seperates them from the rest

Capricorn suns are drop dead gorgeous like their beautiful as helk you can spot it from their eyes or bone structures, like they have this exotic beauty that seperates them from the rest

Sagittarius men can be such loverboy to the girl they actually love, but if hurt deep can be the shittiest from all the shittiest

Sagittarius woman are damn material girl, never met a Sagittarius woman who aren't sweet n sassy and who doesn't slay 24/7

Aries sun woman are actually a big softiee they especially have the biggest soft spot for their freinds or the one they love

Virgo moons are lowkey more controlling than virgo suns while virgo risings are more blunt about it

Mercury rising🤝 people always leaning for your opinion

Venus rising🤝 pips falling love at first sight

Pluto rising🤝 silent stalkers

Sun rising🤝 doesn't have to beg for attention

Mars rising🤝 attracting pips with mommy issues

Moon rising🤝 the human pillow

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anna-the-undertaker · 1 month

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Indomitable Will

The human will is a force to be reckoned with... especially when they have something to protect.

Tags: @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf @obeyme-sheeplife @caprinaesprout

Part 1: Adrenaline

MC awoke slowly, the sensation of soft sheets against their skin gradually pulling them back to consciousness. Their body felt sore, muscles aching with a dull, persistent throb that reminded them of the intense fight they had survived. As their eyes fluttered open, they recognized the familiar surroundings of their room in the House of Lamentation. The dim light of the Devildom's moon filtered in through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. They wondered how long they had been asleep.

Sitting up, they winced as the memories of what happened began to return in fragments—the ambush, the fight, the overwhelming rush of adrenaline that had kept them going after their body should have given out. They touched their side gingerly, feeling the smooth, unblemished skin where there had once been deep bruises and possibly broken ribs. Simeon must have healed them, though the soreness remained as a stark reminder of how close they had come to losing everything.

Swinging their legs over the side of the bed, MC took a moment to steady themselves before standing. Their limbs felt heavy, but they needed to find the others. They needed to know if Luke was okay.

MC walked slowly through the quiet halls, each step bringing back more of the harrowing ordeal. The house was eerily silent, the usual background noise of the brothers' banter and activity absent. As they neared the living room, they heard hushed voices—a conversation already in progress.

When they reached the doorway, MC saw everyone gathered together. Some were seated while the others were scattered about the room. Luke stood in the center, tears still glistening on his cheeks as he recounted what had happened before and after they had been dragged to the forest. The others listened intently, their expressions ranging from confusion to concern.

Solomon stood nearby, leaning casually against the wall with a sly smile on his face, eyes glinting with a knowing look as the others pressed him for answers.

"How could they have fought off those demons on their own?" Lucifer asked, his brow furrowed in frustration.

"I thought humans were supposed to be fragile," Levi added, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"MC didn't use any spells," Asmo chimed in, looking equally puzzled. "They didn't use our pacts either. So how did they manage to beat up those demons as badly as they did?"

Solomon only smiled more broadly. "That's something you'll have to ask them yourself."

At that moment, MC stepped fully into the room, drawing all eyes to them. Luke was the first to react, his blue eyes widening as he rushed forward and threw his arms around MC, hugging them tightly. “MC! You’re okay!” he cried, his small frame shaking with relief. “Thank you, thank you so much for protecting me…”

Before MC could respond, Simeon moved next, enveloping both MC and Luke in a gentle but firm embrace. “You did something truly brave, MC,” he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you for keeping Luke safe.”

As they finally released MC, Simeon guided them over to the couch, where Mammon and Beel quickly made space between them. MC was barely seated before Belphie climbed onto their lap, his legs draping over Beel’s, while he latched his arms around MC’s torso, burying his face into their stomach.

Mammon's arm came to rest protectively across MC's shoulders, his worry evident in his tight grip. "You had us all scared, ya know," he muttered, though his tone was more gentle than usual.

Beel nodded solemnly, his eyes not leaving MC aa his hand came to rest on Belphies back, an open invitation for MC to hold it. "You shouldn't have had to go through that alone."

"Don't scare us like that again," Belphie grumbled, his voice muffled. "Next time, just summon one of us, okay?"

MC managed a small smile, one hand grabbing Mammon's and the other grabbing Beel's as they looked around at the others. The warmth of their friends’ presence was comforting, and for a moment, they just soaked it in.

But then, the questions started.

Diavolo, who had been standing by the fireplace, finally spoke, his voice filled with both curiosity and concern. "MC, we've heard what happened, but what we don't understand is how you managed to fend off those demons on your own. It's... remarkable."

Lucifer crossed his arms, his gaze sharp but worried. "Indeed. You've shown strength that we didn't expect, even knowing you've grown since coming here."

Barbatos, standing next Diavolo, nodded thoughtfully. "It's almost as if your strength increased dramatically in the heat of the moment. How is that possible?"

MC took a deep breath, gathering their thoughts. "It was the adrenaline," they began. "In situations of extreme stress or danger, the human brain releases a hormone called epinephrine or more commonly known as adrenaline. It makes you stronger, faster, and more focused. It's a survival mechanism."

Solomon, who had been silently observing, offered a knowing smile. "Humans are fascinating in their resilience. Adrenaline can push the body to its limits, allowing them to achieve feats they wouldn't normally be capable of. I've seen it many times in my long life."

“Yeah. There are stories of humans lifting cars to save someone trapped underneath, or running for miles without stopping when they’re in danger, or even fighting off animals like bears or tigers," MC added. "Adrenaline can even be used in medicine to restart someone’s heart if it stops beating.”

There was a moment of stunned silence as everyone processed this information. Asmo looked genuinely impressed, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness. “I had no idea humans could be so… fierce,” he admitted.

Levi looked both awed and slightly unnerved. "So, you're saying it's like a temporary power-up? But it's something humans can do naturally?"

MC nodded. "Yes, but it's also dangerous. The effects of adrenaline can wear off quickly, and you're left exhausted, sometimes even in shock, and any pain you have will hit hard. That's why I passed out shortly after you all arrived."

Satan, who had been quiet until now, leaned forward, his eyes intense. "So, this ‘adrenaline’—it’s something that can be triggered in any human under the right circumstances?"

MC nodded. "Yes. It’s not something we can control easily. It’s just... there, when we need it."

Beel frowned slightly, his protective nature shining through. "But it’s dangerous, right? If you push too hard…"

MC gave a small, tired smile. "Yes. It can be. But in that moment, it was one of the things that kept me going."

Belphie tightened his hold on them, his voice low. "I don’t like the idea of you having to rely on something so dangerous. We’re supposed to protect you."

Lucifer spoke once more. “You’ve explained the physical aspects of adrenaline, but what drove you to fight so fiercely? What was going through your mind?”

MC took a deep breath, their gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before they met Lucifer’s eyes. “Fear was definitely there, but it was overshadowed by my need to protect Luke and to survive, not just for myself, but for all of you.”

Mammon's brow furrowed. "For us?"

MC nodded. “All I could think about was everything we’ve been through together, everything we’ve done, and everything we’ve yet to do. I refused to die there. I refused to let those demons take away everything I’ve fought so hard for.”

Asmo placed a gentle hand on MC’s arm, his usual flamboyance muted. “You were protecting us…even when you were the one in danger?”

MC smiled softly. “It wasn’t just about me. It was about all of us. I felt the adrenaline kick in, and it made my heart race, my mind sharpen…but there was something else, too. I felt all of our pacts. I felt all of you with me.”

Simeon, who had been listening quietly, spoke up. “You felt your pacts? But you didn't use any magic?”

MC shook their head. “No, no magic came from them. It was just…a reminder. A reminder that I had people waiting for me. People who would be hurt if I didn’t make it back. That’s what pushed me to keep fighting.”

Levi looked away, his voice tinged with guilt. “You shouldn’t have had to go through that alone…”

MC turned to him, their expression earnest. “I wasn’t alone. I had all of you with me in spirit.”

Beel smiled softly. “You fought for us. Even though you were hurt and scared, you fought because you didn’t want us to lose you.”

MC nodded again. “Exactly. I fought because I had things I wanted to protect. The thought of all of you, of everything we’ve done together, gave me strength. The adrenaline pumped my heart harder, but it was the memories of all of you that kept me standing.”

Solomon spoke last. “The human spirit is something remarkable, isn’t it? Even in the face of overwhelming danger, it finds a way to endure, to protect what matters most.”

As the Avatar of Pride and the eldest of the brothers, Lucifer has witnessed countless battles and conquests, both in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom. He’s seen power in all its forms—brute strength, cunning intelligence, and magical prowess. Yet, MC’s resilience is something altogether different, something that challenges his understanding of power. They have stood against him, faced dangers that would crush most beings, and survived trials that even the strongest demons would falter under. “Humans are fragile, or so I believed. But this one and possibly others… They defy that fragility with every breath. It’s not just physical strength or magical ability—it’s their spirit. They have something that even I, in all my pride, cannot fully grasp. A will to survive that seems almost reckless, yet undeniably admirable.”

"The human will is a force beyond comprehension," Lucifer mused, his expression thoughtful. "Humanities tenacity in the face of danger is something even a demon can admire." He felt a mix of pride and concern—pride in MC’s strength, but concern for what such strength might mean in the future. Their unyielding spirit was an asset, but also a reminder of the unpredictable nature of humans.

Mammon’s feelings for MC are complicated, filled with a mix of protective instincts and admiration he struggles to express. He’s seen them face down enemies that should have easily overpowered them, yet they keep getting back up. He knows what it’s like to fight for survival, to be driven by the fear of loss, but MC’s tenacity is something he both admires and fears for. “They ain't just any human. They’ve been through so much—stuff that would make most people give up. But not them. They fight like they’ve got nothin’ to lose, but I know it’s ‘cause they’ve got everything to lose. They’re strong, yeah, but I can’t help but worry. What if one day they push too hard and…” Mammon shakes his head, unable to finish the thought, the idea of losing them more painful than he’d ever admit.

"How could I have let them face that alone?" he berated himself, but beneath the guilt was a deep-seated respect. "They fought like a demon…no, even fiercer. They fought like a human."

Leviathan has always struggled with self-esteem, envying others for their strengths and abilities. But MC’s courage is something he finds himself in awe of, even as it stirs a familiar jealousy. They don’t back down, even when they’re scared, and that’s something Levi can’t help but admire. “I’ve always thought I was weak, that I couldn’t stand up to anything. But they… they face things that terrify me, and they don’t even flinch. It’s like they have this hidden power, not magic or strength, but something deeper. I wish I could be that brave, to stand up and fight even when everything seems lost.... I always thought humans were weak," Leviathan admitted to himself. "But this human, my Henry… they’re like a protagonist in one of my games and animes, standing up against impossible odds."

As the Avatar of Wrath, Satan understands the drive to fight, the need to stand against what angers and threatens you. Yet, MC’s resilience goes beyond anger—it’s a calm, unwavering determination that he finds perplexing and admirable. He’s watched them endure pain, betrayal, and even death, yet they continue to stand, to fight, to protect those they care about. “I’ve always believed that wrath is what fuels survival, that it’s anger that keeps you going when nothing else can. But they’ve shown me something different. It’s not rage that drives them, but a resolve that’s deeper, more unyielding. Human strength doesn’t come from wrath, but from something else, something I’m still trying to understand."

His final realization is this: "It’s a dangerous thing to corner a human who has something to protect. They will fight beyond their means."

Asmo’s world revolves around beauty, pleasure, and love. He sees beauty in everything, but in MC, he sees something different—an inner strength that shines even in the darkest of times. Their resilience, their refusal to give up, is a kind of beauty he’s never encountered before. “Humans are usually so breakable, so easily swayed by their emotions, but not them. They’ve faced so much darkness, yet they shine brighter for it. There’s a beauty in humanities strength, in the way they keep going, keep fighting. It’s… captivating, really. They’ve shown me that beauty isn’t just in looks or charm, but in the strength to endure.”

Beel is driven by loyalty and a deep sense of family. He’s seen MC put themselves in harm’s way to protect others, something that resonates deeply with his own values. He admires humanities courage, their willingness to sacrifice for those they care about, even when it means facing dangers far beyond their capabilities. “They’re always thinking of others, always putting themselves last. It’s something I understand, something I respect. Humans endure so much, but they never stop fighting, never stop protecting. It makes me want to be stronger, to be there for my family like MC's been there for us.”

Belphie’s relationship with MC is the most complex, haunted by guilt and remorse for what he did to them. He once saw them as weak, a mere human not worth his time. But now, after seeing their resilience firsthand, his view has shifted dramatically. “I tried to break them, to make them give up, but they came back stronger. I used to think humans were weak, that they couldn’t stand up to us. But they’ve proven me wrong, time and time again. They’ve survived things that should have destroyed them, things that would have destroyed me. Now, I can’t help but feel… respect. And maybe a little fear, too.”

Diavolo’s fascination with the human world is well-known, but MC has shown him something even he didn’t expect. Their resilience, their will to survive and protect, has become a testament to the potential he sees in humanity. “Humans are full of surprises. They endure, they adapt, they fight even when all seems lost. It’s that spirit, that unyielding will, that makes them so interesting, that sets them apart, that makes them so valuable to our world. MC has shown us all that humanity has a strength all its own, a strength that’s not just about power, but about their will. It’s a reminder of why this exchange program is so important, why I believe in the potential for our worlds to learn from each other. The human spirit, when allied with demons and angels, could create something truly formidable.”

Barbatos is ever the observer, always watching, always analyzing. He’s seen MC’s journey from the beginning, and their resilience has only confirmed his belief in the importance of Diavolo’s vision. “Humans are more than they seem. MC’s journey has shown us all that their strength lies not in power or magic, but in their will. It’s a strength that defies logic, that challenges the way we see the world. Their resilience is a testament to the potential, a potential that we must not underestimate.”

Simeon has always believed in the potential of all beings, in the power of love, faith, and the human spirit. MC embodies these beliefs in a way that resonates deeply with him. “Humans face so much darkness, yet they refuse to be consumed by it. Their spirit is unyielding. It’s a reminder of the strength that lies within all of us, a strength that comes not from power or magic, but from the heart.”

Luke looks up to MC as a protector, someone who embodies everything he admires about humanity. He’s seen their strength, their courage, and it fills him with a mix of awe and worry. “I’ve always admired them, but now... I realize just how strong they really are. They’re not just a human, they’re my hero. I want to be strong like them, to protect the ones I love like they’ve protected me.”

The young angel realized that a human's actions weren't just about survival—they were about love, loyalty, and an unwavering determination to keep their loved ones safe. It was a lesson in courage that Luke would carry with him forever.

Solomon, with his vast experience and knowledge, sees MC’s actions as a reflection of humanity’s greatest strength. He knows better than anyone the potential within them, and he’s proud to see it realized. “Humans have always been underestimated, but that’s their greatest advantage. In the face of danger, they find strength even they didn’t know they had. MC is a perfect example of Humanities indomitable will. It’s a power that defies nature. And it’s something that, as long as it exists, makes humanity a force to be reckoned with.”

Bonus:

After the story of MC's encounter in the forest spread at RAD, the reactions from the demons became mixed.

Some demons became wary of MC, keeping their distance as they realized that the seemingly "fragile" human was capable of holding their own, even without magic. They whispered about the event, exchanging nervous glances when MC walked by. The idea that a human could take down multiple demons in a fight unnerved them, making them more cautious.

However, not all demons were deterred. A few, intrigued by the tale and eager to test their strength, began trying to pick fights with MC. They saw the story as a challenge, wanting to see for themselves how this "little human" had managed to overpower their kind. These demons would approach MC with sly grins, making snide comments or outright challenging them to duels, eager to provoke a reaction.

Despite this, MC's reputation at RAD began to shift. Some demons now looked at them with a newfound respect, acknowledging their strength and tenacity. Others kept their distance, not wanting to be on the receiving end of that same strength. But whether it was out of fear, respect, or curiosity, one thing was clear: MC was no longer seen as just a human. They had proven that humans were more than capable of surviving in the Devildom, and that alone was enough to make everyone at RAD take notice.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon

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Nature's Alurre

° Short Astrology Observations °

H a r m o o n i x

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❀ -> Ceres Asteroid (1) at 6°, 18° 10°, 22° degrees can end up working in a comforting space/place for them, something about their work is very dear to them

❀ -> Sagittarius Degrees (9°. 21°) in your big 3 make you "wild", you seek for curiosity, for knowledge, for adventure, for passion all these combined make you fierce

❀ -> Someone with an Water Sign in their 6th house/Moon in the 6th house has a deep love for animals, they love animals and can find a comfort when they're around

❀ -> Ceres (1) in your 1st house/Ceres aspecting the ascendant are the type of people who need to nurture themselves first instead of nurturing others

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❀ -> Moon square/opposite/conjunct Uranus are going through 100 moods every day, I don't think they can function if they stay in one mood because their own nature is to be able to feel everything at once

❀ -> Neptune trine/sextile/conjunct Sun are the type of people who always want to be in a good mood and try staying positive about the things in their lives

❀ - If earth Venus would be described by emoji: 🌍🧚🏼‍♀️✨💚💲🍵🥗☘️ these would mostly be their most used emoji

❀ -> Pandora asteroid (55) aspecting the ascendant or in the 1st house. Can be the type of people everyone has questions about or is curious to know more about, it can even indicate that person who ask you a lot of questions and they don't like your answers/replies to their questions

❀ -> Ceres (1) in Scorpio/8th house may need sex to nurture themselves, natives with these placements can be highly sexual and sometimes can even seek for it

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❀ -> Asteroid Angel (11911) aspecting the Moon can indicate that your angels may protect/guide you through your mother, for some of the natives their mothers could've be their biggest protector, if this doesn't relate to you then your angels may have an motherly energy when they're around you

❀ -> Sun/Saturn in the 12th house can indicate daddy issues, and no.. not that type of daddy issues where girls try to date guys with 100 yrs older than them, it actually indicates issues with your father or an absent father

❀ -> For people with Chiron in the Pisces/12th house, they can heal with music, if you're in a bad mood just listen to some music it may help your mood in that situation

❀ -> I don't know why but so many people tend to ignore "Parallels" in their chart, parallels share an close energy to the same aspects as "conjunction" . And they're so underatted, we need to cancel the person who said they are not important.

♥️♥️♥️Here is a post about how you can find your Parallels in your chart ♥️♥️♥️:

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❀ -> Did you actually knew that you have a guiding planet in your chart? Your guiding planet is supposed to help you understand this life and it's lessons better and to help you in your everyday day, to know what planet you have as a "guide" you need to look at your chart and find the closest planet to your Sun. (if you have multiple planets conjunct Sun then find the conjunction with the closest degree)

For example: In my birth chart Venus is the closest planet to my Sun, they're not conjuncting but they're at 1 sign apart from eachother. That makes Venus the closest planet to my Sun...now it's your turn to find yours 🥰

❀ -> Asteroid Nike [307] shows victory/something you'll accomplish in your chart

Example:

Nike in the 10th house = good job/career

Nike in the 8th house = transformation about yourself

Nike in the 2nd house = your finances/money. Usually Nike in the 2nd house can indicate being wealthy

Nike in the 7th house = relationships/marriage

If you have Nike in none of these houses then look in this photo: Here are all house descriptions for every house specifically

❀ -> Gemini/Sagittarius placements can be very talented in writing, is way easier for them to describe something while writing

❀ -> Mercury in 10°, 22° degrees can have it hard when it comes to explaining things, they may also struggle with finding the perfect words in a conversation, on the other hand you choose your words with a good mindset

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❀ -> Aquarius Juno/Juno in the 11th house > Don't get in relationships with people who seem strict/manipulative and obsessive, you need freedom in a relationship the most, is way better than being like a bird blocked in a cage 100%

❀ -> Aries Juno/Juno in the 1st house > They desire someone intense, who can understand them perfectly. Someone who can be there for them. Don't settle for less. You desire someone who can be more than a lover to you, to be half of your soul

❀ -> Eros (433) in Libra/in Libra Degrees (7°,.19°) are seeking for true love, they want to have that true love like in movies and they really desire it

❀ -> Eros (433) in Cancer/in Cancer Degrees (4°,16°,28°) seek for a nurturing love, they'll love to nurture and take care of eachother

❀ -> Eros (433) in Sagittarius/in Sagittarius Degrees (9°, 21°) seek for a partner who they can share the craziest things with, they'll love if you will hang out with them in a adventure/place where they may like to go

❀ -> People with an Earth sign in their 8th house may have an husband/spouse who can work hard, because the 8th house also represents your spouse resources and the earth signs are usually the one who work the hardest for what they got/have (It also shows deep respect for eachother)

❀ -> I'm gonna tell you that if you love someone with Virgo Venus/Venus in the 6th house, make sure to use words of affirmation when you are with them because it simply makes them to be better (be supportive)

❀ -> Psyche (16) is the asteroid who is the most connected to your soul, and it can describe a lot of things about it based on the sign/house the degree, and the aspects

For example:

Psyche in the 4th house may be very connected to their family/especially on their mother side, their soul may feel safe around females

Psyche aspecting Uranus shows a soul of an artist who is constantly changing and evolving in something better, also there is something striking about them

Psyche in Scorpio/Cancer/Pisces may have an thing for physical touch, bounding, and dedication, their soul can be highly emotional

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🌼 Today is such a good day for shorty astro observations, coming back with a theme that so many of you like it, I rarely post on Saturdays so here we go🌼

🌼 Have a blessed day everyone and I'll see you all again at the next post 🌼

Stay in harmony and peace together with the moon - H a r m o o n i x 🌙🌼

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