Miraculous Mind

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭!! -- 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬: Lucifer ☆ Mammon ☆ Satan ☆ Leviathan ☆ Asmodeus ☆ Beelzebub ☆ Belphegor 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Suggestive themes and content, predatory/stalking behaviors, not implied to be all of them doing it at once but I'm delulu so I'm pretending anyways, reader sees the relationships as platonic, dubcon, mentions of noncon, possible yandere but like what do you want from me, not proofread, and more.

⋆ ｡ ⋰ ˚ ⋆☁︎︎‧₊˚✩ ⋰ ⊹ ⠀.⠀

╰⪼𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓 ❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭.❞

✦ Was it that naive nature of yours? Or maybe your polite demeanor? He didn't know for sure, and he didn't really care.

✦ Highly enjoys seeing you flush when he kisses the back of your hand.

✦ At some point it stopped being just the back of your hand. On occasion, he likes dipping his face into your neck.

✦ He doesn't bite, doesn't physically leave marks. He doesn't need to.

✦ Loves giving you gifts, expensive ones of his taste. You wearing those gifts are his marks.

✦ Very calm about you. Always sweet-talking and offering you gentle looks. Even when jealous, he hardly does anything. He's that confident in himself.

✦ If, for some reason, you reject a gift from him or fail to wear it around him in a timely manner, he does get a bit pressed. He'll question you, asking if you don't have pride in having his favors.

✦ Most of his perverted acts comes in the form of texting you. It's professional, to an extent. Until his pride is wounded.

✦ A wounded pride leaves him less composed. He might call you to his room, hold you a bit more firmly, but he still won't impose his marks.

✦ Confront him. I dare you. He'll play it off, especially if you voice it as a possible Devildom custom. He'll feed that, knowing that your human naivete is better than knowing his intentions fully.

✮⋆˙. ‎ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you'd been raving about it for weeks, in hopes that maybe this could be it, that this could be the man of your dreams...or not. After clocking out for the night, your law partner finds you outside by a flower vendor, dressed in your finest. He's pretty curious as to why though when you should be accompanied by another...

warnings: wc: 3.7k ! higuruma hiromi x black!fem reader, black!fem lawyer, friend!hiromi, fluff, intimacy, slight angst but comfort in the end, failed date, the act of being stood up, making out, law partners, friends to lovers.

part two

𝒜ℱ𝒯ℰℛ three hours of sitting alone at the restaurant, the reality of being stood up finally settled in. You left the table and began walking aimlessly, eventually stopping at a flower stand a few blocks away. The city was loud, frantic with the constant drone of idling engines, the overlapping conversations from nearby outdoor seating, and the sharp bark of a dog created a dense wall of ambient noise. Though the evening humidity was high, the warm air pressing against your skin, it did little to alleviate the frustration tightening your chest.

You looked over the buckets of flowers, thinking that buying a bouquet might help brighten your mood. It was a pragmatic attempt to salvage the evening—a small, tangible act to counteract the feeling of wasted time and effort.

The stand was positioned directly beneath a flickering streetlight that cast a harsh, rhythmic glow over the display. You scanned the rows of flora, your hand hovering over the various arrangements without making contact. Nearby, the vendor worked with efficiency, trimming stems and stripping thorns with a pair of rusted shears. His movements were rhythmic and preciseー a sharp contrast to the restless energy you felt. You watched him, envying the simplicity of his task. You wanted something to occupy your hands so you wouldn't feel so conspicuously alone in your fuchsia, corseted dress—a garment designed for an audience that never arrived.

You compared the options: the deep reds of the roses against the stark, clinical white of the lilies. You considered how they would look in your apartment, calculating whether their scent would be enough to neutralize the sterile silence of a night spent alone. You were still weighing the cost and aesthetic value of the selection when a voice behind you interrupted your thoughts.

"What are you doing out here?"

The voice was low, controlled, and immediately recognizable. They spoke softly at first, almost uncertain, like the speaker wasn’t sure if they should interrupt. The sound cut through the noise of the street, familiar enough to make you turn before you even thought.

There — still dressed in his professional attire—a dark, well-tailored suit—though he had made adjustments to the heat by loosening his tie and unfastening the top button of his shirt. He stood with his usual heavy posture, his briefcase gripped in one hand, looking every bit the man who had just finished a twelve-hour shift at the firm. A few strands of black hair had escaped his normally disciplined styling, falling over his forehead. You caught a faint whiff of his cologne mixed with city air. He looked tired but composed, carrying the day’s weight quietly. His expression softened when his gaze landed on you.

You could tell he was reading the situation before he spoke, trying to figure out what brought you out here.

And for a moment, the disappointment sitting heavy in your chest eases.

He slowly stops a few steps away, careful not to intrude. “I thought you had plans tonight,” he added. His tone lacked judgment, carrying only direct concern. His gaze drops briefly to your dress before returning to your eyes.

"I did…" you replied, forcing a short, dry laugh that didn't quite mask the irritation. "Until I realized I was being stood up.” You then gesture vaguely down the street, toward the restaurant. “I waited…but he never showed.”

You attempted a casual smile, but it was stiff

And Higuruma noticed. He always did. He’s heard you talk about this date for weeks, He had seen the preparation, the uncharacteristic nervousness, and the way you had joked about your own expectations. Now, he was seeing the failure of those expectations.

Seeing you deflated made his expression shift. A faint crease between his brows deepens, and his mouth tightens before he speaks. “I’m sorry he did that.” The words are simple, but they land heavier than they should. His tone isn’t pitying but it does make you feel seen.

"It's fine," you shrugged, shifting your weight. "Probably for the best."

You tried to dismiss the topic, but Higuruma remained stationary, his gaze lingering on the details of your appearance — hair pulled back neatly, lilies tucked into the bun. The corset dress you chose for the date was a deep fuchsia that moved softly when the breeze passed by, it fitted you perfectly in all the right places, emphasizing the bust of your breast and the curve of your hips. You looked beautiful in every way, and he knew it. Though, he doesn’t say it. He just stands there, quiet, taking in the details like he’s memorizing them.

His eyes shifted to the corner of the stall, catching the exact moment your gaze drifted toward a specific bouquet of vibrant crimson blooms. You had failed to realize he'd noticed that fleeting glance and without hesitation, he stepped toward the vendor, pulled his wallet from his pocket, and slid a bill across the counter. “When the man began reaching for change, Higuruma gave a subtle wave of his hand. "Keep it," he muttered.

When he turned back, the flowers were already in his hand, held out to you.

He waited until you took the bouquet, his hands then disappearing into his pockets as he watched the surprise register on your face. His gaze followed the way you held the blooms close to your chest, the paper crinkling softly between your fingers — the only sound in the quiet that had settled between you. As you looked down at the paper-wrapped stems, the tension in your frame finally began to dissipate.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. He just observed you glaring at the petals, blinking back the surprise at his gesture. The smile came slowly, tugging at the corners of your mouth until it was full and genuine.

When your eyes finally met his, he didn’t look away or try to fill the silence with small talk. Instead, he cuts the distance between you, offering a bent arm your way—a quiet invitation. “If you’re not too bummed out,” he said softly, “I know a place nearby. Good wine, quiet atmosphere. You might like it.”

You looked at him—really looked at him—in the uneven light of the street. You had spent years working alongside this man, navigating complex filings and grueling trials. You knew his habits, his work ethic, and his dry sense of humor. But at this moment, the professional boundaries felt thinner than usual. The way he was looking at you wasn't just the look of a concerned colleague. It was focused, intentionally warm, and entirely present.

"Hiromi," you said, your voice regaining its usual spark as you used his given name. "Are you asking me out on a date?”

He gives a small, knowing smile. “If you think I’m good company, and can get your mind off that asshole, then yes. I’m asking you out.”

You reached out, slipping your hand into the crook of his elbow. The wool of his suit was cool under your touch. "Such a gentleman, Mr. Higuruma," you teased as you fell into step beside him.

“Only when the situation warrants it,” he replied, adjusting his pace to match yours as you stepped away.

The walk to the wine bar unfolded at an easy, deliberate pace. He was mindful of your heels, shortening his long stride without a word until your steps fell in sync. He kept to the outside of the sidewalk, a quiet barrier between you and the hum of passing traffic.

Gradually, the tension of the day began to slip from your shoulders.You found yourself talking — about the chaos at the firm, the client who had called five times before noon, and the exhaustion of trying to keep up with a schedule that felt designed to drain you.

He didn't offer empty platitudes or try to pivot the conversation to his own day. He simply just listened, his attention locked on you. Nodding occasionally to show he was following the thread of your frustration. His presence was grounding. the physical contact feeling like an anchor with your arm looped through his, the rough wool of his suit jacket brushing against your skin.

As you passed a small neighborhood park, the scent of damp earth and freshly cut grass mingled with the faint floral notes of the bouquet you carried. He fell silent for a moment, the city noise fading into the background as he caught another trace of your perfume — subtle, lingering, and unexpectedly intoxicating.

He’d spent years looking at you across mahogany desks and stacks of legal briefs, admiring your mind and your sharp instinct for the law. But seeing you now, dressed in silk and framed by the soft, evening shadows of the city, made those professional boundaries feel incredibly thin.

You caught him watching you from the corner of your eye, his gaze lingering on the soft contrast of your features — the sweep of long lashes against your cheekbones, the warm glow of your skin, the faint cherry sheen of your lips. There was something quietly intent in the way he looked at you, as if memorizing a canvas. He didn’t look away immediately. Instead, he let the moment stretch, causing a surge of heat to rise in your cheeks.

"You're staring, Hiromi," you teased, your voice a little softer than usual.

He exhaled a quiet, self-deprecating laugh. "Can you blame me?"

You shook your head, trying to maintain your composure. "You're supposed to be subtle about it. We are professionals, after all."

He glanced down at the pavement for a second, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his mouth before he looked back at you. "I was trying to be subtle. You just happened to catch me."

"You're terrible at hiding things," you murmured, looking ahead so he wouldn't see how much the comment affected you.

“Maybe I don’t want to hide it,” he said.

The bluntness of his words broke the easy rhythm between you, leaving a charged stillness in its place. You looked up at him, and for a moment, the city seemed to fall away — sirens fading, the low rumble of the subway dissolving beneath the grates. All that remained was the click of your heels against the concrete and the soft rustle of paper around your flowers. The air felt suspended, your breath catching as the weight of his gaze settled on you.

When you reached the wine bar — a discreet spot with wrought-iron fixtures and windows fogged by the warmth inside — Higuruma opened the door and held it for you. His hand found the small of your back, a light, guiding touch that carried a quiet sense of protection. Inside, the air was rich with the scent of aged oak and dark fruit. The lighting glowed low and golden, cast by thick candles flickering on every table. He led you to a secluded corner near the window, where the streetlights outside shimmered faintly through the glass.

You carefully placed the bouquet on the empty chair beside you, the crimson paper crinkling softly in the quiet booth. Across from you, Higuruma settled into the leather seat, leaning back as he loosened his tie another notch. In the amber glow of the bar, the rigid tension he usually carried in his shoulders finally seemed to dissolve. A comfortable silence settled between you—a shared breath of relief after a long day.

When the waiter arrived with a cheerful grin, asking what special occasion brought you in, you offered a small smile and deferred to Higuruma. He took the lead with practiced ease, ordering a bottle of wine and a few appetizers to start. As the waiter disappeared into the shadows of the bar, Higuruma found himself leaning back, his eyes tracing your silhouette.

You were looking out the window, arms crossed over the table with a posture that still held a trace of the day’s lingering armor. The city’s night lights washed over you, catching the twinkle in your eyes as you watched the world rush by. The natural glow of the evening illuminated the sharp, elegant lines of your profile, casting the deep warmth of your skin in a soft, cinematic light.

Watching you, a quiet frustration stirred beneath his calm exterior. He couldn't wrap his mind around the lack of logic in your earlier disappointment; why anyone would fail to show up for a woman like you was a mystery he couldn't solve. To him, you weren't just a partner or a friend, you were a rare combination of sharp intellect and a heart that didn't flinch in the face of adversity. You were brave, possessing a quiet strength and a heart of gold that he had seen you extend to others time and time again. You were beautiful and brilliant. And in that moment, sitting in the dim light of the wine bar, he realized he was more than happy to be the one who actually stayed.

"You deserve better than someone who doesn’t show up," he said quietly, his voice full of genuine sincerity.

"Maybe," you said, turning to look at him across the table. A small smile curls at your lips as you ponder for a moment. "But, I think the night turned out okay anyway."

Without a word, Higuruma nodded. His gaze held steady as he reached across the table, fingers brushing lightly against your skin as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The motion was deliberate yet unforced, so natural it almost felt instinctive. The brief contact sent a quiet shiver through you — your breath catching, pulse quickening — but you didn’t move. Even after his hand withdrew, the warmth lingered. He looked as though he hadn’t planned the gesture, yet there was no trace of regret in his expression either. You glanced down at the table, trying to steady yourself, but his eyes never left you.

The conversation flowed easily, the kind that didn’t require effort or pretense. You moved through a bottle of wine, drifting between topics — dissecting the flaws of past trials, trading the kind of dark humor that only years in the legal field could produce, and wandering into subjects far removed from work. He leaned in when you spoke, his eyes steady on yours. Each time you laughed, he seemed to memorize the sound, his usual composure softened into quiet, attentive warmth.

This didn’t feel like the awkwardness of a first date. It felt like a shift — a natural evolution of something long established. The transition from colleagues to whatever this was didn’t need explanation or performance. The history you shared — late nights at the firm, mutual respect, the unspoken understanding of long hours and hard cases — had already built the bridge. This new closeness simply just felt earned.

By the time the bottle was nearly empty, you’d stopped trying to maintain your professional distance. The earlier frustration of being stood up had dissolved completely, replaced by something lighter — genuine ease, even happiness. You found yourself leaning toward him, posture relaxed, smiles coming more freely. The warmth in your cheeks was a mix of the wine and the intensity of his focus.

Each time his fingers brushed yours near the center of the table, a spark of nerves shot through you — sharp, fleeting, but impossible to ignore. It was strange, almost disarming, to feel this transparent with him, yet you didn’t pull away. His voice had softened, lower and more personal than you’d ever heard it in a courtroom. And as you sat there in the dim, golden light of the wine bar, you realized the night had become something you weren’t ready to leave behind.

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The walk back to your building was quiet. The city’s usual chaos had softened into a low hum — the distant hiss of tires on damp pavement, the faint buzz of streetlights overhead. Hiromi walked close enough that your shoulders occasionally brushed, his suit jacket draped over one arm and his tie long gone. Neither of you spoke for a while, but the silence wasn’t awkward. It carried its own kind of meaning — steady and unspoken.

When you reach your loft complex, the glow from the lobby light spills across the sidewalk. You stop at the door, turning toward him with the bouquet still in your hands. “Thank you,” you say quietly. “For tonight. For everything…I really needed it.”

He looks at you for a moment, that faint smile tugging at his mouth. “You don’t have to thank me,” he says, voice low and steady. “I didn’t mind it at all.”

The silence returned, stretching between you until it felt thick with anticipation. You looked down at your keys, turning the metal over in your hand to burn off the sudden surge of nervous energy. It was a familiar, fluttering tension in your stomach, born from the realization that the night’s professional boundaries had long since dissolved.

Hiromi noticed the way you fidget. Always possessing the ability to read the room, especially when the room was just the two of you. He let out a quiet, warm chuckle and stepped into your space. His hand reached up with steady assurance, placing a single finger beneath your chin to gently tilt your face upward. You froze as your gaze met hisーdark, searching, and intensely focused, as if he were cataloging every flicker of emotion on your face. He didn't rush his actions but waited, giving you every opportunity to pull back.

But you don’t. Allowing him to finally lean in, his movements gentle and deliberate. Your breath hitches, caught in the back of your throat as the distance between you vanishes.

His lips meet yours with a soft, cautious pressure. It began as an inquiry—unhurried and careful—testing the waters of a transition he clearly didn't take lightly. But as the reality of the contact set in, the world narrowed down to the heat of his skin and the faint, lingering taste of the red wine you’d shared. The bouquet in your hand became an afterthought; your grip loosening until the flowers slipped through your fingers, hitting the pavement with a muted, floral thud.

You didn't care. Your hands moved instinctively, finding their way into the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss deepened instantly, losing its cautious edge and becoming something much more urgent and hungrier. A low, jagged sound vibration started in his throat when you pulled him closer, a raw response to your touch that seemed to break his composure.

He moved with swift motion, his body pressing firmly against yours as he guided you back against the heavy door of the loft. One hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you flush against the solid line of his frame. While the other hand cupped your jaw, his thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone with a mix of possessive heat and surprising tenderness. He kissed you with slow, sweeping intensity, a cumulative release of months—perhaps years—of repressed professional distance.

The air between you grew heavy and electric. His hand drifted downward, sliding through the slit of your fuchsia dress to find the bare skin of your thigh. The heat of his palm against your leg sent a jolt through you, your own breath hitching into a small, broken moan that he swallowed greedily.

When he finally pulls back, he doesn’t go far. He rests his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged and heavy. He stays there for a moment, barricading you against the door with his frame, the scent of his sandalwood cologne and the cool night air swirling between you. Neither of you spoke. The weight of the moment was heavier now, a silent agreement that things could never return to exactly how they were before.

When your eyes flutter open, he’s already watching you — pupils wide, gaze steady and unreadable. His thumb lifts, tracing the curve of your lower lip, slow and deliberate, smearing the faint sheen of gloss left behind. The touch is light but charged, lingering just long enough to make your breath catch. His gaze lingers, soaking in the moment, like he’s trying to decide whether to apologize or let it stand.

But you beat him to it, whispering, “You didn’t have to do that.” your voice trembling slightly as you tried to find your footing.

“I know,” he said, his voice a rough, quiet rasp. “But… I’ve wanted to… for a long time.”

You nodded, leaning back into the door to catch your breath. He stepped back just enough to give you space, though his hand lingered on your arm for a second before dropping to his side. The atmosphere was charged, the professional veneer gone, replaced by a raw, mutual understanding.

He looked down at the fallen flowers, bent over to retrieve them, and handed them back to you. The petals were a bit tousled, but the colors were still vibrant. “You dropped these,” he said, his voice softening.

“Guess I got distracted,” you admitted playfully, your fingers brushing his as you took the stems.

He chuckled, a genuine, low sound that vibrated in the quiet street. “Understandable.”

For a moment, you both just stood there, the reality of the workday tomorrow looming but feeling remarkably unimportant. He straightened his jacket and gave a small, formal nod toward the door, reverting slightly to the steady man you knew, though the warmth in his eyes remained. “You should get some rest. We both have a long day ahead of us.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, a soft smile playing on your lips. “You too, Hiromi.”

He hesitated for a second, as if he had more to say, but he settled for a final, thoughtful nod before turning to walk away. You stayed by the door, watching his tall figure move down the sidewalk until he disappeared around the corner.

Stepping inside the lobby, the scent of the crushed lilies and roses followed you into the elevator. When you finally enter your loft, you set the bouquet on the counter, your fingers lingering on the petals.

The disappointment of the early evening had been entirely overwritten. The night wasn't perfect, and the morning would bring the complexities of navigating a new dynamic at the firm, but as you locked the door, you felt a lightness you hadn't expected. You catch yourself smiling again, quietly, before locking the door behind you.

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.✦The moment they fell in love with you! Incl. luci, mams, levi, satan, asmo, beel, belphie (gn!r)

LUCIFER

❤︎ You anticipated his needs.

⁠❥ You do things without him even asking — a blanket over his shoulders when he falls asleep at his desk again, a fresh cup of tea on his nightstand in the morning, a slick pass of notes during a meeting when he’s too sleep deprived to remember the announcement he was supposed to make.

Back with more observations, this time talking about Pluto in the Houses! Pluto is the slowest-moving *planet* in the Solar System, and usually takes around 20 years to change signs. Pluto represents death, rebirth, and transformation in an individual's life. Naturally, Pluto covers some darker topics. <3 Lolo

1𝐇 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨: Pluto in the 1st House signals that the native's deep transformation is catalyzed by themselves and their actions. They can come across as very intimidating and can catalyze change for others due to their intensity and/or their failure to fit the mold. There is always something about these people that can seem off-putting, even when they don't seem scary. Others can be obsessed with these individuals simply because they feel changed after meeting them. They can seem shy on the surface, but can be very shameless people when it comes to their own evolution. They have an unrelenting sense of will and power that other people want to have.

2𝐇 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨: Pluto in the 2nd House signals that the native's deep transformation is catalyzed by financial dealings or their self-esteem. Like I've said before, these people usually have a power struggle over $$ in their childhood or young adulthood. Sometimes, this is a parent holding money over the other, leading the native to realize that $$ = power. They are very shrewd with others and believe that everyone must work hard for their money. They can be very private with their material goods and about their pride or self-worth. The types of people who hide their emotions very well from others.

3𝐇 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨: Pluto in the 3rd House signals that the native's deep transformation is catalyzed by their neighborhood, community, or lower schooling. They are less burdened by their speech being held to a certain standard. These natives can be considered as outcasts or foreigners in their own communities. They can be the victim of relentless bullying from said community, and try to change themselves and their values to purposely not fit in with the people around them. They may come from a well-known family in their communities or have very notorious siblings, in one way or another.

4𝐇 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨: Pluto in the 4th House signals that the native's deep transformation is catalyzed by private and family matters. This is a very difficult placement for Pluto, and one of the most difficult placements overall, to me. Their parents and ancestors can be victims of trauma, which they tend to pass on to the native. The native's parents can be very controlling people, to the point that the native goes through life feeling restricted by the people closest to them. They can have very big emotions, but only let a select few who have earned their trust see them. You don't earn their trust easily, either.

5𝐇 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨: Pluto in the 5th House signals that the native's deep transformation is catalyzed by romance, pleasure, or children. These people may be drawn to certain red flags that others tend to avoid in relationships. They can try to glamorize toxic relationships through their art, which these people also find a transformation in. They are powerhouses in the bedroom, but these people don't do casual hookups. They have a way of entrancing everyone they are involved with, leaving them with many options in their love life. They may have issues conceiving children; this is also true if there's another malefic involved (Mars, Saturn, Uranus, to an extent)

6𝐇 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨: Pluto in the 6th House signals that the native's deep transformations are catalyzed by work, everyday routines, or enemies. These natives can be victims (or perpetrators) of workplace harassment. This placement can also signal objectification in school or work environments. They may be prone to work in very serious or hostile environments (hospitals, morgues, jails, etc.) This placement may also point to having life-altering health issues or having a lot of enemies in your day-to-day life.

might there be a reason this post resonates with a lot of women?

can you describe the phenonemon of learned helplessness? give an example.

in what ways might the gender pay gap have influenced this post?

𓇻 hard aspects (conjunction, square, opposition)

sun & ascendant presence feels like an obligation. people have a habit of looking to you for answers or permission even when you are just trying to mind your own business. the struggle involves the feeling of being constantly watched or measured which can make your identity feel like a performance that never truly stops. you find your rhythm when you stop trying to be the sun for everyone else and realize that your light is allowed to be private too.

moon & ascendant the face serves as a traitor to every secret. transparency makes every internal shift visible in the dilation of the pupils or the tension in the jaw. privacy feels like a luxury you can rarely afford because people instinctively feel like they have a right to your emotions. you find your strength when you stop apologizing for the thinness of your skin and realize that your sensitivity acts as a high speed radar for the truth.

mercury & ascendant the brain and the body stay in a frantic race that never quite ends. you are the person who speaks with their whole self and whose eyes are always scanning the room for a new exit or a new piece of data. restlessness lives in the bones. the challenge involves the mental noise that follows you even into your sleep. clarity arrives when you realize that explaining your existence to everyone is unnecessary and that silence carries just as much weight as words.

venus & ascendant magnetism carries a weight that can feel like a gilded cage. people have a tendency to treat you like a prize or a screen for their own desires making it hard for them to see the actual human underneath. a built in radar for harmony often leads to you smoothing over your own edges just to keep the peace. power comes from the realization that your grace serves as a tool for connection rather than a requirement for being loved.

mars & ascendant a sharp edge defines the aura long before you even speak. a raw hunger for motion can be mistaken for aggression or impatience by those who move slower. your presence acts like a sudden jolt of energy in a room causing others to either follow your lead or get out of the way. grit arrives when you realize that your fire is meant to protect your own path and that fighting every battle is not the only way to prove you are real.

jupiter & ascendant you carry an air of the wide open road. people instinctively trust you because you look like someone who knows where the best opportunities stay hidden. the struggle involves the pressure to always play the optimist or the one who has everything under control. energy here has no natural ceiling which can lead to a total burnout if the pace is never checked. joy comes from the realization that you are allowed to be small and uncertain too.

saturn & ascendant bone structure carries the ancestral weight of the lineage. people see you as the adult in the room regardless of your actual age and they often load you with responsibilities you never asked for. as a child you probably felt like you were being watched by a silent judge. peace arrives when you realize that your discipline is actually your greatest form of freedom and that the heavy coat you carry was built to protect you from the cold.

uranus & ascendant you look like a sudden update to a system that everyone else is still trying to figure out. the look or the vibe changes in ways that confuse people who want you to be predictable. a detached clarity makes you the ultimate outsider in any group. you find your identity when you stop trying to blend into the crowd and realize that being the glitch in the matrix is exactly what makes you so necessary for the future.

neptune & ascendant edges are made of sea water and smoke. people project their fantasies and their fears onto you making you feel like a ghost in your own life. a magnetic but blurry quality makes people feel like they are looking at a dream they cant quite remember. the challenge involves the lack of boundaries between the soul and the world. spirit arrives when you stop trying to be the mirror for everyone else and start listening to the silence of your own heart.

pluto & ascendant intensity carries a private weight that borders on the radioactive. people either want to be consumed by your heat or they stay ten feet away to stay safe. you have likely survived a few total self reinventions that would have broken anyone else. the gaze is piercing and the silence is heavy with things unsaid. power arrives when you realize that your scars are actually your most beautiful features and that you are the master of your own dark.

north node & ascendant life feels like a constant pull toward a person you haven't quite become yet. you might feel like your current body or your current name is just a waiting room for your future self. every time you try to hide behind an old habit the universe creates a situation that forces you back into the light. success depends on the nerve to be unmistakably yourself even when the ground feels shaky and the map is missing.

south node & ascendant a heavy nostalgia lingers for a version of the self that no longer exists. comfort lives in the old skin and the future can feel like a threat to your security. people might see you as an old soul or someone who belongs to a different era entirely. growth happens when you realize that your history functions as a foundation to build on rather than a house you have to stay in forever.

chiron & ascendant the way you stand carries a quiet physical apology. a sense of being an orphan or an outsider lives in the eyes. but this very mark explains why people feel so safe telling you their deepest secrets. vulnerability acts as a lighthouse for every other broken soul in the room. peace arrives the moment you realize your scars are actually the places where the light finally gets in.

𓇻 soft aspects (trine, sextile)

sun & ascendant confidence acts as a natural wind in the sails. identity and public image move in the same direction without the need for a fight. people instinctively trust the presence and hand over the keys because the aura suggests a solid investment. success feels like a homecoming every time you are simply yourself.

moon & ascendant intuition serves as the most reliable guide through the darkness. emotional needs and physical presence stay in a total flow. the right place and the right time seem to find you because you listen to the gut and the face never lies. greatest joy comes from being completely real with every feeling.

mercury & ascendant information and clever ideas flow toward you like a river. the ability to talk out of any trap makes life feel much easier than it does for most. luck lives in the casual conversations and the neighborhood chatter. the mind connects the dots that everyone else missed and you make the process look effortless.

venus & ascendant things just seem to work out without a struggle. beauty and harmony show up as constant signs that the path is correct. people want to be around the energy because it feels like a sunny day in the middle of winter. strength comes through grace and the ability to make everything around you better.

mars & ascendant energy and drive move in total sync with the goals. taking action feels rewarding rather than exhausting. you know exactly when to strike and when to move causing every effort to result in a tangible piece of progress. the world respects the speed and the courage of the movement.

jupiter & ascendant luck functions as the default setting. an unshakeable belief that things are going to work out usually makes it true. the spirit is too large for a small life and joy is found in the expansion and the realization that the world is a massive playground built just for you.

saturn & ascendant working hard feels like a solid investment rather than a burden. a natural talent for discipline and building things that actually last defines the reputation. time stays on your side and as the years pass the respect only gets stronger. victory is found in the long game and the slow build.

uranus & ascendant fresh ideas and sudden insights light up the road ahead. comfort with change makes the future feel like an exciting adventure rather than a threat. being original comes easily and that weirdness acts as the very thing that clears the path for others to follow.

neptune & ascendant dreams and silence provide the answers that logic cannot find. a soft magic helps the life move forward and the intuition stays tuned to the frequency of the universe. surrender feels like a relief and the soul floats easily toward its purpose without needing a map or a spreadsheet.

pluto & ascendant strength and resilience grow quietly in the background of the life. a natural ability to transform and shed old layers prevents a total collapse. quiet power acts as a shield and the truth remains always within reach. you are the person who doesn't mind the heat because the jewels are made there.

north node & ascendant the right people and opportunities show up exactly when the soul needs to push forward. the personality naturally supports the mission of the life. people see you for who you are becoming and the first impression always aligns with the destiny. existing in the world feels like a fated success.

1st house says: I see you.

5th house says: I want you.

7th house says: I choose you.

8th house says: I can’t escape you.

3rd house : I love talking to you.

4th house : I feel safe with you.

6th house : I want to assist you daily.

9th house : I want to bring you luck/wisdom.

10th house : I want to achieve goals with you.

MDNI: Contains stories of Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon and Solomon regarding their escapades in their olden days, and their debauchery that shaped itself after meeting you.

Warning: Contains mentions of demon-on-demon violence, and attempted baby-trapping for Diavolo

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Diavolo

❤️‍🔥 As diligent and dedicated as Diavolo is to his work, that did not come without a learning curve especially after being sheltered his whole life. His father was distant and preoccupied with war against the angels, which gave Diavolo more than enough breathing room to sneak off to where the denizens usually frequented.

❤️‍🔥His first time at a bar, he unintentionally charmed a demoness by being his usual innocent self, and she didn’t mind walking him through the evening at her place. She only woke up one morning to find several priceless gems at her nightstand because Diavolo had 0 idea how to say thanks to a hookup, although she’s getting way more than what most one night stands do these days.

❤️‍🔥 Diavolo found the whole thing exhilarating and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d go and do so, as long as he went back on time then his father would never know. The downside was, young as he was then, Diavolo was awfully reckless. It didn’t take long for rumors to spread that perhaps the Prince had been frolicking in the commoners’ grounds a little too often. Then again, Diavolo was rarely ever seen in public so people couldn’t confirm a thing.

❤️‍🔥 He and Mephistopheles kissed when they were younger, but it was more of an experiment than anything. You can only imagine how disheartened Diavolo got when Mephi got embarrassed and went on a tirade about how they should carry themselves as nobles.

❤️‍🔥 He met Angel Lucifer and it pretty much ruined his life. Whatever one night stands Diavolo could still squeeze into his ever-busy schedule, pretty much just led to him fantasizing.

❤️‍🔥 Yes he moaned Lucifer’s name once and he was so embarrassed that he had to use an amnesia spell on his fling, leave and never come back.

❤️‍🔥 Back to Diavolo being reckless? Let’s just say Barbatos had his work cut out for him, trying to eradicate potential bastards by any means necessary— that included time traveling or something worse, depending on the situation.

❤️‍🔥 Diavolo has had people attempting to baby-trap him and they were done away too.

❤️‍🔥 He has hooked up with Lucifer post-Fall a few times, though they always contested each other’s dominance (andtheywerebothtops.jpg) so it wasn’t a frequent thing.

❤️‍🔥 Diavolo was thrilled when the prospect of being intimate was brought up, but he was oh so very worried for you. The man is larger than Beelzebub and no matter your height and size, he still towered, his dick was the size of your thigh, and you were human. He had EVERY reason to worry.

❤️‍🔥 He’s been so touch-starved that even the simplest caresses to his body made him preen. He loves patting your cheek and/or brushing your hair behind your ear while you’re giving him head.

❤️‍🔥The idea of leaving bites and hickeys on you, honestly intimidated him. What if he accidentally bit too hard and broke a bone? Or if you just started bleeding like a poked water balloon? On that note, he isn’t much into receiving any. He still has to look presentable as the future king after all.

❤️‍🔥He loves touching as much as being touched; he will revere your body with kisses and let his hands roam; sometimes his palms tremble, like he can’t believe he has someone as amazing as you all to himself.

❤️‍🔥 He made sure to be very gentle, only going inch by inch at a time. Diavolo was more than happy to accommodate you no matter how long it took, he was patient, but he didn’t count for the fact that you wouldn’t be… So he had to establish his own womb mark if you were dead set on being railed anyway.

❤️‍🔥Despite being apparently great with self restraint, that selfishness tends to seep out when you’re making love. Diavolo hates the idea of letting anyone see you, and sometimes his wings will even shield you from eyes that don’t even exist; a hoarder, almost like a dragon in that sense.

❤️‍🔥He’s utterly fascinated by his dick bulging through your abdomen, how much you’re able to take, never mind that he has your wrists pinned above you while you’re sobbing from that delicious onslaught.

❤️‍🔥The type to cage you with his wings and body, and has easily held you up with just one arm while he’s pistoning you.

❤️‍🔥Make no mistake he always checks in, and he halts IMMEDIATELY at your safe word. Although fun fact, your safe word was once “puppy” and he legit thought you were calling him a puppy so he stopped, mostly in confusion.

❤️‍🔥Creampie king without even trying. Shit, he doesn’t even know what “creampie” is.

❤️‍🔥Mating press for days (and he meant literal days; he once told you he’d love to lock you up like he was just talking about a new batch of tea Barbatos procured).

❤️‍🔥He had Barbatos prepare the food, tea, and bath— but he brought some good old awesome cuddles to the table. Practically a humongous teddy bear.

❤️‍🔥LOVES to kiss your face and hands during aftercare, like a bid of gratitude and reverence for offering him something this sacred.

❤️‍🔥You pulled him close to nuzzle in and trade some soft, unhurried kisses— and he cried. You pulled away and he was just, wide-eyed and staring with tears streaking down his cheeks. He grinned and explained how absolutely happy he was.

Barbatos

🍵 Whether or not he really is Nightbringer, Barbatos already had quite the reputation of being a formidable entity long before being a butler. This meant that people clamored for his favor, his attention, and even revered him.

🍵Probably seduced and fucked some of the eldest angels, causing them to get punished, and it remains one of his proudest achievements.

🍵He was far more apathetic back then, and a lot of the people who did manage to get in bed with him were turned to dust and left to scatter through timelines. Barbatos valued his self-preservation and didn’t allow any window of opportunity to be taken advantage of by anyone, and that meant eliminating anyone who got to touch him that intimately.

🍵This trait prevailed if not solidified when he took up post to be Diavolo’s steward. While he wasn’t the most openly affectionate, he was well aware how young Diavolo was at the time and navigating what seemed to be the impending death of his father. He was willing to do fuck all to protect not only himself but the young master.

🍵When Diavolo vocalized being against killing (as much as possible), Barbatos changed tactics. He’s pleasured people so they would willingly give up intel, and often he didn’t even need to get naked. He was just that good with his hands.

🍵The only reason that Barbatos is well-versed with kinks, however, was so he knew how to torment some lust demons who were attempting to start a revolt against Diavolo. The fact he could use this knowledge for something more sentimental and proper in the future was just pure luck.

🍵Overall, he’s experienced for the sake of convenience and broadening his skillset, but personally? He could go millennia without fucking. He doesn’t care enough.

🍵Then again, you just had to slide into his life like you had socks on and he just polished the floors.

🍵He’s breathing heavy while you’re giving him head, like he’s unsure whether he should admonish you for taking him away from his chores or just let himself unravel.

🍵That said, even though Barbatos appeared to be self assured and in control of the moment, you could tell he had a very adamant need to feel safe before going further. That meant letting foreplay go longer and being patient.

🍵He does love being teased, and he loves teasing back; every time you two get your hands on each other, he’s looking forward to see who folds first.

🍵Not a big fan of receiving hickeys, but he does like bites. He also likes biting, maybe it’s a snake thing, really.

🍵He has a forked tongue that flicks at your nubs and sweet bundles of nerves on your lower body. Kissing this man with tongue is definitely an experience, because he can wrap around and hold yours down when it gets erratic.

🍵Could you tell he absolutely loves BDSM and is amazing at tying the ropes together?

🍵He’s also a fucking sadist. You’d be sprawled out all over the bed with your limbs bound, and he has the nerve to tease your inner thighs and your torso with his nails or some feather duster he reserved solely for this.

🍵 He always keeps his sharp focus on your reactions, and the moment he senses any bit of apprehension, he asks before you could even say the safe word.

🍵The safe word is not “rats,” because Barbatos would never ever sleep with you again. The safe word just happens to be “jasmine” as in tea.

🍵 No he is not fucking you with his tail, stop asking or he lectures you with how the texture wouldn’t feel comfortable in there.

🍵 Does not like having his horns touched, they look far too delicate.

🍵 His technique is phenomenal, because why wouldn’t it be? Somehow he just knew how to angle his hips just right, every time. If he wants to draw your orgasm out of you, he follows a pace without breaking— not once have you seen him erratic with this, ever.

🍵 Massive fan of doggy so he can tug at your hair or smack your ass when you’re not behaving. He will tut at you and slow down if you’re getting too mouthy.

🍵 He knows Diavolo is giving him time to do all these because he wants to get away from work. He knows you’re complicit yet he can’t help but accept this olive branch. Best believe he WILL still be hauling Diavolo back to the desk when he’s done.

🍵 Barbatos is ever so diligent even in bed; he will prepare a bath for you, change the sheets while you’re in there and then prepare some tea and snacks for when you get back.

🍵 You practically have to wrangle him back into bed with you and tell him he can rest, to enjoy what he prepared with you. Barbatos would blink but smile in resignation.

🍵Lots of nuzzles and traded kisses so he can also unwind from the whole thing, he’ll apologize for being sweaty but he’d like to rest a bit instead of showering.

🍵 Very drawn to your warmth that he ends up star-fishing over you while napping. You don’t wake him up.

Simeon

🪽Does he.. Does he even have a history?

🪽As a Seraph, it was his duty to be knowledgeable on several matters involving the human needs. It wasn’t the concept of sex that intrigued him per se, but intimacy that humans seemed to be more eager about especially after marrying. He was always taught that wanting someone could snowball into disgraceful lust, but to see the other side of the spectrum…

🪽Well, he had no room to linger on it. Seraphs were always busy anyway, but the more he read about such things from the works of humans, the more curious he became… and lonelier as well. Angels can’t dabble in that sort of thing, because purity was fragile and fleeting.

🪽While not all angels truly regarded each other as siblings, he wasn’t like Asmo who happily flirted with anyone he came across. He had humans taking interest with him when he walked their world in disguise, and demons loved the idea of corrupting an angel— Simeon politely declined them too.

🪽He could’ve said yes, but again, Simeon needed that intimacy. To him, he couldn’t offer himself nor accept someone when he saw it to be a sacred act shared between lovers.

🪽No, he didn’t jack off either. It’s probably half of why he’s always on the verge of a crashout.

🪽Probably also kissed Solomon during a quiet night when only the two of them were awake, but it never went far either. He was a great friend and someone Simeon trusted enough for that little bit of boldness.

🪽Such sinful thoughts remained shelved until you came along, of course. At first he was horrified and believed he was disrespecting you by seeing you that way, though you were personally flattered.

🪽Yeah, surprise. The actual, ONLY virgin when everybody thought it would be Levi.

🪽You better have a lot of patience because sex would nawt happen for a looonnggg time.. It does terrify Simeon, the consequences that would befall him and you given the Celestial Realm’s existing record. (See: Lilith)

🪽The most you two did was hug, hold hands, and kiss right up until Simeon was turned into a human. That night in his place, when Luke was away to spend time at the Serenity Manor, did Simeon finally take a leap of faith from a kiss.

🪽He was still unsurprisingly inexperienced, but seeing you mewl from the squeeze of your hips taught him he’d like to do more. He never let his hands roam too far without checking with you, but he felt a thrill watching you grow impatient.

🪽Another former angel with a penchant for teasing. Maybe they’re all sadists.

🪽You came for his shoulders, biting him there and leaving hickeys at his hips, claiming you’ve wanted to touch him there since he donned his angel garb. Simeon has never felt so DELIGHTED despite feeling like a trapped prey.

🪽He has the loveliest moans, light and high-pitched while you nibbled at his nubs that you wondered if he was just built to sing choirs.

🪽You’re here for one thing, and that’s the corruption kink. Yes he was intrigued when you put the idea in his head, yes he went along with it when you rode him and talked about how far he fell from grace. Yes he found it hot and discovered that even shame could be used for pleasure.

🪽Man’s got a snatched waist for grabbing while he’s being railed.

🪽Somehow VERY sensitive at the exact point on his back where his wings used to be, he was squirming and mewling from a few kisses and licks.

🪽 Simeon really does look more beautiful when he’s below, and he’s a little too happy to follow your lead to change the position, let alone the dynamic.

🪽As enthusiastic as he is, he isn’t up for the more hardcore stuff just yet, or maybe he never will be. When he’s topping, he’s nothing but sweet and considerate, always prioritizing you and checking in over indulging in the pleasure.

🪽You once licked whipped cream off of his chest and he was so flustered.

🪽When all is said and done, Simeon can’t help the happiness awash over him. He’s smiling and kissing your cheeks, murmuring about knowing how it finally feels and being grateful that you’re the person to guide him through it.

🪽He’ll get what you need for you but will hurry back because he wants nothing more than to hold you and bask in the quiet that comes after together.

Solomon

🪄It’s crazy to think he had 1000 wives when he’s dressed like a gay evil priest, but what do I know.

🪄 Of course, those so-called wives were mostly bound to him by politics. Solomon had a penchant for that sort of thing, be it demon or not, and if angels allowed that sort of thing, he’d go for them too. He showed he was willing to do anything for his goals that even when he left the life of a royal, he would be charming his way into what would be pacts instead of diplomatic contracts.

🪄 Solomon relished the company, however temporary, and partly due to the forced isolation in his upbringing. He made the most of it when it came, but because he didn’t like being bound to anyone, he was just as fleeting. He never stuck around for the aftercare, believing that it would only lead to unnecessary attachments when he’d hardly remember the person in time anyway.

🪄 He’s pretty much Asmo’s #1 fuck buddy, and despite having slept with him and even Satan, Solomon wasn’t the kind to take it a step further. All three of them were guarded for their own reasons, at the very least he shared a friendship with them that still made things a little less lonely.

🪄 It’s safe to assume he had what he’d call a healthy amount of cynic even towards people, having seen the most barbaric that humans got to. He would come to know how earnest you were in comparison when it came to your care, and he found himself needing it after so long.

🪄 Solomon is prone to overstimulation without the penetrative sex— both your magic responded to touching the pact marks you both bore. Solomon’s body is a whole tapestry of them, so anywhere you touched had him gripping on the edge of a table.

🪄Even with that, he loves being caressed by you, to feel your palms on his back or to cradle his cheeks. He won’t have the words for it, but it soothes a part of him that’s been begging for something so gentle, kind and real.

🪄 Any time the magic responds, it brings a soft, surprised little moan out of him that’s just to die for.

🪄 Loves receiving kisses no matter what part of his body, and you’ll look up to find him smiling while you’re practically mapping his body with your lips. He’s flustered, he’s a little embarrassed to be revered like this, but he’s enjoying it.

🪄 Solomon is a massive tease, because why wouldn’t he be? He’ll graze his fingers just inches from your nether regions and take ages just to taunt about how impatient you were getting. He’ll even pretend to tut and sigh like “Patience is a virtue, my dear apprentice.”

🪄 He even crafted a spell that when uttered, would momentarily make you both stop in place. Yes he foolproofed your safeword.

🪄 Solomon mostly prefers being as close as possible, so he likes spooning, missionary, lotus and cowgirl.

🪄 He’s still a ragebaiter, enough to lean into some slight exhibitionism (he fucked you while he was on call with Lucifer).

🪄 Somnophilia king from 6AM to 2PM, because he’s definitely going to be out like a light after staying up again. It’s a completely different story when it’s the evening though, he WILL keep you up all night and you’ll find yourself remembering how people say he’s more like a demon.

🪄 He isn’t above cockwarming you especially if he’s too locked in on another potion he’s researching.

🪄 Has like a whole cabinet of aphrodisiacs for the two of you to try

🪄 Doesn’t mind being the sub, something about his past life as a king makes him lean towards lying back and being spoiled. He thinks it’s hot when you get a little rough, either biting or pulling at his hair or using some kinky items— but mainly because he gets to see that side of you more than anything.

🪄 No you are not allowed to get naked in his lab, he has far too little faith in himself to keep it organized enough for that sort of thing.

🪄 Kissing you after climax remains on top of Solomon’s list; it’s unhurried, vulnerable and there’s nothing to get from it but the reminder of being so beloved by his partner. He wouldn’t even ease out of you yet, preferring to stay as close as possible.