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voidpetrova · 8 months

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friends — lip gallagher x reader

and what the hell were we?

tell me we weren't just friends

this doesn't make much sense

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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, smoking, sex, nudity, slut-shaming, arguing, fighting — smut, angst, fluff

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synopsis: going from the best of friends to the best of friends with benefits shouldn't be a problem—at least, not until one starts to catch feelings for the other

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the southside streets were a tapestry of dimly lit alleyways and faded dreams. you found yourself perched on the stoop of the gallagher house, a half-empty beer bottle in your hand. the night was alive with whispers of city life, the distant sounds of sirens and laughter merging into a symphony of chaos. the air carried the sweet tang of uncertainty, a reminder that anything could happen in these streets.

lip gallagher, a mix of charm and raw edges, emerged from the house. his presence was magnetic, drawing you in with a lopsided grin that spoke of countless adventures. “fancy seeing you here,” he remarked, his voice a cocktail of amusement and intrigue.

“fate or coincidence, you decide,” you shot back, the corner of your lips curling into a playful smile. this was your ritual, a dance that had become second nature between you two.

he leaned against the porch railing, his shoulder brushing against yours in a way that felt more intimate than accidental. the conversation flowed effortlessly, a rhythm that only the two of you understood. stories of the latest flings and mishaps unfolded, the honesty between you a testament to a connection that ran deeper than the surface.

as the night stretched on, the dialogue tiptoed along the line between flirtation and confession. every word carried a weight of promise and potential, each laugh a step closer to crossing a boundary that neither of you had dared to name.

lip's gaze held a mixture of challenge and curiosity, his words dipped in a shade of daring. “so, what's the most daring thing you've done lately?” he asked, his eyes never leaving yours.

a smirk tugged at your lips, a telltale sign that you were about to unveil a carefully guarded secret. “well,” you began, drawing out the word for dramatic effect, “i may or may not have found myself in a rather intriguing situation with a certain gallagher.”

His eyebrows arched, his mask of nonchalance slipping just a fraction. “oh, really? do tell.”

you leaned in, your breath mingling with his as you whispered your confession. “let's just say, friends with benefits has taken on a whole new meaning.”

his laughter was a melody that echoed through the night, a mixture of surprise and something else that flickered in his eyes. “you're something else, you know that?” the unspoken truth hung between you, the acknowledgment that this game you were playing had stakes neither of you had anticipated. but as the night drew on, the allure of the unknown kept you tethered to the porch, the city's heartbeat matching your own.

it only took a second for him to close the gap between your lips. the kiss was a collision of pent-up tension and unspoken desires, a fusion of emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. his lips were warm against yours, a promise of more to come, as if the touch of his mouth held the answers to questions you hadn't even asked.

the world around you seemed to fade into the background, the distant city noises reduced to a gentle hum. all that mattered was the taste of him, the sensation of his fingers tangling in your hair, his body pressed against yours. as the kiss deepened, so did the complexity of the emotions it unearthed. It was more than just a physical connection; it was a revelation of the layers you'd both been hiding. the hands that had been exploratory in their touch grew steadier, more purposeful, as if mapping out the contours of a future neither of you had planned for.

when the kiss finally broke, you were left breathless, the weight of what had just transpired settling between you like a secret too heavy to bear. lip's eyes bore into yours, a mixture of uncertainty and longing, a reflection of the storm that raged within him. “we should probably go back inside,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp that sent shivers down your spine.

“probably,” you agreed, though neither of you moved. the unspoken words hung between you as he smashed his lips into yours once more, the kiss more feverish than ever.

his fingers trailed along the fabric of your shirt, dipping under the hem as he tugged on it aggressively. you smiled into the kiss, complying as you helped him out, the shirt landing on the floor beneath your feet. the air felt electric, every touch igniting a spark that set your senses ablaze. lip's touch was both urgent and tender, his hands mapping the expanse of your skin as if committing every inch to memory. the porch became a canvas for a connection that had transcended its boundaries, each brush of skin a brushstroke in a masterpiece of vulnerability. as his fingers danced along your spine, you leaned into his touch, savoring the way his breath hitched when you traced the contours of his chest. the unspoken words that had lingered between you now found their voice in the language of touch and sensation.

his lips found your neck, trailing soft kisses that sent ripples of pleasure through you. the world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of stolen intimacy. the night held its breath, as if aware of the gravity of this moment, of how it would reshape the landscape of your connection. “really need this,” he murmured into your neck, his veiny hands finding their way onto your chest, gripping at your boobs with an aggression that made you moan. “had such a shitty fuckin' day.”

you couldn't help but smile as you pushed his hands farther into your tits, giving him all the leverage he needed to grope them harder, unclipping your bra before letting his mouth help him out. “well, what are best friends for?”

he let his teeth sink into your nipples, tongue circling the hardened buds as you shivered under his touch. you were busy yourself, fingers eagerly pulling his jeans down, boxers catching up to them in an instant. you were both bare, nothing you hadn't seen before—but it never got old. his hands traced your toned stomach, rubbing soothing circles into your hipbones before making their way south.

the sensation in his dick became even more unbearable as he ran a sole finger along your slit, picking up all the moisture you had in store for him.

“so fucking wet,” he groaned, admiring the way your sweet slick dripped onto his fingers. “all of this for me?” you nodded in response, your fingers wrapped around his wrist as you pushed upwards, encouraging him to go further. you didn't have to tell him twice, his index finger pushing its way into you, meaty walls clenching in an instant. you couldn't help but moan, his finger long and sturdy, hitting you where you needed it to.

“let's see how well you take them tonight,” he mused, his pace quickening as the tip of his finger brushed against your sweet spot. you find yourself with your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling on his curly locks. he pushed a second finger into you, the burning pain of being stretched out so nicely clashing with overwhelming pleasure. in no time, he had pushed a third finger into you, all three mercilessly pounding inside of you, curling and twisting so that he could prepare you for a bigger treat. “that's a good girl.”

when he slid his fingers out, you whined at the emptyness. he pressed his lips to yours once more, fingers soaked with your arousal. you kissed him back just as hard, just as needy as he trailed his wet fingers up your body, caressing your stomach, tits and neck—before he pulled away, substituting his lips with his fingers. you obliged at the silent demand, swollen lips parted to make way for his thick fingers. he shoved them in carelessly, watching you suck on your own juices to clean him up. he groaned at the sight of you all pretty and desperate for him, he couldn't hold out any longer.

you had your face propped up on your elbows, back arched for him with your ass in his face. he brought down his hand against the meat of your ass harshly, watching it riccochet and bounce back. you mewled at the stinging sensation it left behind as you pushed up against him, eager for another taste. he smirked, knowing you were just as desperate as he was.

when you felt the tip brush past your walls, there was no shutting you up. of course, you've had countless encounters like this with your best friend, and you've seen a considerable amount of dicks in your life—but nothing could compare to him, nothing could make you get bored with him. you let out a cry of ecstasy once he pushed himself in balls-deep, the feeling making you tense up completely.

“so fucking big,” you purred, his hands gripping onto your ass for leverage. “can't take it.” the grip on your ass intensified as he leaned down to your ear, dick pushing into you even deeper than before.

“oh, yes you fucking will,” he argued, hot breath fanning your lobe. “gonna stay there and let me use this pussy like a good little bitch.”

you felt yourself clench around him at his degrading words, a string of disgusting moans leaving your mouth as he fucked you—and he fucked you good. he made sure you felt the way every vein pressed against your walls, the way his tip cruelly slammed against your cervix, the way his balls would slap your ass roughly. neither of you were there to make love—you were there to fuck. you were there to let loose and let go of your stressful issues, and being best friends, you were determined to help each other out.

when he came, he didn't do it quietly. one hand was gripping at the flesh on your ass, sure to leave marks. the other was in your hair, pulling your head towards him while he fucked you, longing to watch how your eyes rolled back at the brutal pleasure. he came with a loud groan, dumping his cum into you, along with the problems the day had in store for him. you followed just a few seconds after, tears rolling down your cheeks as you soaked him, the nirvana positively ecstatic.

“i'm gonna get going,” you breathed out, quick to get back onto your feet after coming down from your high. lip shot you a look as he tucked his elbows behind his head. “no, you're not,” he countered with a yawn. “you're gonna get us some beer and stay over so we can talk about shit.”

the low hum of the room was accompanied by the afterglow of your connection, the air still heavy with the intimacy you'd shared. with a reluctant nod, you slipped into your discarded clothes and made your way to the small kitchen, returning shortly with a couple of cold beers. you settled back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight as you handed lip a beer. the cans clinked together in a silent toast as you both took a sip, the casual gesture feeling strangely intimate after what had transpired between you.

“so, what's on your mind?” lip asked, his gaze fixed on the ceiling but his attention clearly focused on you. you took a deep breath, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess yourself. “you remember that guy from our school, sam?”

lip's eyebrows furrowed as he turned his head to look at you. “oh, yeah. captain of the football team, real dick.”

“yeah,” you confirmed, your fingers tracing the rim of the beer can. “we were fucking for a while, but it kind of fizzled out.”

lip's expression was a mixture of curiosity and concern. “what happened?” you shrugged, trying to keep your tone nonchalant. “just the usual stuff. real small dick.”

silence hung in the air, a bridge between what was said and what was left unsaid before you both broke into laughter. it was your turn to ask, “what about you?”

lip's lips quirked into a wry smile. “my sexcapades aren't as bad as yours,” he took a long sip of his beer before continuing. “well, you remember mandy milkovich?” your heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name, though you tried your best to hide it. it was nothing personal with her, she was just a huge cunt. “oh, yeah. real bitch.”

lip's gaze was distant, as if he were recounting a distant memory. “fucked her longer than i counted for, real intense.”

“intense how?” you couldn't help but ask, your curiosity piqued. he let out a soft chuckle. “mandy's got this way of getting under your skin, you know? we were good together, but then we weren't. she wanted more than i was willing to give at the time.”

the honesty in his voice resonated with you, reminding you that the emotions you'd been navigating weren't exclusive to you alone. as you continued to share stories, both trivial and significant, the barriers that had once separated you seemed to crumble, replaced by a newfound understanding of each other's vulnerabilities.

the hours slipped away in a haze of laughter and candid conversation, the connection between you growing deeper with every word exchanged. it was a respite from the chaos of the world, a haven where feelings could be acknowledged without judgment.

eventually, as the night gave way to the early hours of the morning, the two of you lay side by side, the beer cans empty and discarded. the moment was a tranquil pause in a story that had become increasingly complicated, a pause that allowed you to savor the newfound intimacy that had emerged from the ashes of your casual arrangement.

the morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across lip's disheveled room. groggily, he rubbed his eyes and shifted, only to find an empty space beside him. confusion settled in as he searched for any sign of you, his mind racing through fragmented memories of the night before.

had you left? or maybe you'd ended up in someone else's bed? of course you left. the thought gnawed at him, igniting an unsettling fire of emotions he wasn't prepared for. lip's fingers brushed against his temple as he attempted to piece together the events of the previous night, the truth feeling elusive.

days turned into a slow build-up of anticipation and anxiety. the absence of your usual banter and casual encounters weighed heavily on him. the evening approached, and you had found yourself at the bar, nursing a drink and trying to settle in for a night of fun you'd been anticipating the past dew days.

as the hours ticked by, a vision of confidence and allure. the room seemed to shift its focus to you, a magnetic force that drew glances from all directions. men couldn't resist approaching, their intentions clear, but their advances met with a firm dismissal.

at the bar, kevin watched with amusement, recognizing the game you were playing. with a sly grin, he intercepted a particularly persistent suitor, delivering a curt “fuck off,” that sent a clear message. unbeknownst to the onlookers, the stage was set, and the tension was building, like the calm before a storm.

the whispers among the patrons painted a picture of longing. it seemed like you were waiting for someone, and in their minds, that someone was lip gallagher. expectation hung in the air like a palpable thread, weaving through the dimly lit space as the night deepened.

as the door swung open, a collective breath held, only to release in a surprised murmur. it wasn't lip who stepped in, but carl, his presence strikingly magnetic. a slow grin curled on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the role he was about to play.

his entrance was like a bolt of electricity, charging the atmosphere with an undeniable energy. his eyes locked onto yours from across the room, a silent invitation that you couldn't resist. with a smirk, he made his way over, sliding onto the barstool beside you.

“looks like you really showed up,” he drawled, his tone dripping with flirtatious charm. you laughed, a mixture of amusement and anticipation. “you gave me a reason to.”

he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “good, because we've got shit in store for tonight.”

the double entendre hung in the air, and a shiver ran down your spine. “is that so?” you teased, meeting his gaze with a challenge. carl's hand found its way to your thigh, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. “absolutely, only if you can take it.” you and carl have known each other as long as you and lip have—as long as you and all the gallaghers have. granted, none of you were as close as you and lip were, but carl wanted nothing more than to form a close bond of hia own with you.

the playful glint in his eyes told you he had no intentions of keeping that promise. as the night wore on and drinks flowed, the conversation between you grew more intimate.

“you always knew how to keep things interesting,” you mused, your fingers tracing the rim of your glass. carl's foot brushed against yours under the bar, a subtle touch that spoke volumes. “life's too short for anything less.”

the chemistry between you was undeniable, each word and gesture a part of an intricate dance. his laughter mixed with yours, creating a bubble of shared secrets and hidden desires.

leaning in, he whispered, “you have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this.” your breath caught in your throat as his lips grazed your earlobe. “oh, really? and what exactly have you been looking forward to?”

carl's fingers traced a path along your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. ”getting to know you better. much, much better.“ the words hung in the air, heavy with implication. the bar seemed to fade away as the night deepened, leaving only the electric connection between you and him. the chemistry crackled, a tantalizing push and pull that was impossible to ignore. the bar buzzed with activity, but your focus was solely on each other. With every touch, every whispered promise, the tension between you grew, until it became a force that couldn't be contained.

when he took you home, everybody was asleep. everybody, except for lip, who was nowhere to be found. you chose not to ask questions and ignore the feeling that grew in your chest. you knew he was out elsewhere, possibly in someone else's bed, but you didn't care. why would you? you focused on carl, on the way you were straddling his lap on his bed, your bodies closer than ever. his fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch gentle yet charged with an electric undercurrent. the weight of unspoken words hung in the air, but there was no need for explanations.

his breath mingled with yours, a rhythmic symphony that seemed to echo the racing of your hearts. the chemistry between you crackled like electricity, each touch igniting a wildfire that spread through every nerve ending. his lips brushed against yours, a soft tease that sent tremors of longing through you.

“you drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured against your lips, his voice a husky whisper that seemed to send vibrations straight to your core. a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “and what are you planning to do about it?”

carl's hands found their way to your hips, his touch possessive yet tender. “i think you already know,” he replied, his gaze holding a promise that was impossible to ignore. the barriers that had once separated you from this moment felt like distant memories. in the dim light, the layers of pretense were shed, leaving only raw desire and the unspoken connection that bound you together.

as your lips met in a hungry kiss, the world seemed to fall away. the sensation of his mouth against yours was intoxicating, a heady mixture of need and vulnerability. your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as the kiss deepened, a silent exchange of emotions too complex to put into words.

in that moment, you chose to let go of the questions that had been nagging at the back of your mind. the feeling that had grown in your chest, a mixture of unease and longing, was pushed aside in favor of the intoxicating present. you straddled the line between reality and desire, a place where the only thing that mattered was the connection between you and him.

“you gallaghers sure know what you're doing,” you breathed out in exasperation. your body was pressed real tight against his, tits spilling out of the top of your dress against his chest—he couldn't look away. the bulge in his jeans rubbed against your lace panties from under your dress, soft moans leaving your mouths.

after the words left your mouth, he was quick to flip you over. “talking about lip, aren't you?” you couldn't form a response, only being able to nod as he kissed your neck. “he's a real cynic. forget about him, at least for tonight.”

it was easier said than done.

the first crack of dawn filtered through the windows, casting a pale glow across the room as you stirred from your sleep. you were naked next to carl, his arm placed messily against your tits due to the uncomfortable sleeping position. the hushed rustle of clothing and the creak of the bed were your attempt to leave without disturbing anyone, especially carl, but just as you were about to slip out, your heart stopped.

there, standing in the doorway, was lip, his eyes locked onto you with a mixture of shock and anger.

time seemed to stand still as you both stared at each other, a tense silence enveloping the room. then, the dam broke, and lip's anger burst forth like a storm unleashed. his voice was a roar, laughter hysterical, his words a torrent of rage as he accused you of betraying him with his own brother.

“you really couldn't help yourself, could you?” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “fucking around with carl? are you that desperate?”

the accusation hit you like a punch to the gut, and before you knew it, you were on your feet, a fiery retort on your lips. “don't you dare act like you have any right to be angry, i get to fuck who i want, lip.”

the room became a battlefield, words like weapons as you hurled accusations at each other. the tension that had been building between you for so long finally exploded, the frustration and hurt pouring out in a torrent of anger. objects were knocked off surfaces, the crash of shattered glass punctuating the intensity of the argument. it filled you with fury, how he thought he had any right to be angry at you, despite your agreement.

lip's face contorted in a mix of disbelief and fury. “you think that gives you the right to fuck my brother? to act like nothing matters?”

“nothing does matter,” you yelled back, your voice laced with desperation. “we had an arrangement, lip, and you knew exactly what you were getting into. don't play the victim now.”

the fight raged on, a storm of emotions that neither of you could control. the boundaries you had carefully established had crumbled, leaving you both exposed and vulnerable. the accusations and hurtful words flew like daggers, each one cutting deeper than the last.

“whore around all you want,” his voice cracked as he spit the words out, right in your face. “just spread your poison somewhere else.”

eventually, the anger began to subside, replaced by a heavy silence. panting, your chests heaved as you glared at each other, the residue of the fight hanging in the air like a bitter taste. with a final, seething look, you turned on your heel and stormed out of the room, retreating from the chaos you had unleashed.

as you left the house and retreated back to the familiarity of your own space, a mix of emotions swirled within you. the confrontation had left scars, wounds that ran deeper than the surface. the lines had been crossed, the arrangement shattered, and the tangled mess of emotions was impossible to ignore.

the sun painted your room in gentle hues of gold as you slept, oblivious to the turmoil that had transpired the day before. unbeknownst to you, lip stood outside your window, a conflicted figure bathed in the soft light. the memory of you, peacefully asleep, stirred something within him, a mixture of regret and longing.

he knew he had to make things right. climbing onto the windowsill with a mix of determination and trepidation, he moved silently, careful not to wake you. his eyes lingered on your peaceful face, the lines of your features softened in slumber. his fingers traced the curve of your cheek, the touch featherlight as he stroked your skin. regret and tenderness intertwined as he watched you, his heart heavy with the weight of his emotions. he had to apologize, to make amends for the pain he had caused.

and then, your eyes fluttered open, startled by his presence. the initial confusion in your gaze gave way to surprise and a hint of vulnerability. before you could react, he spoke, his voice a quiet confession.

“i'm sorry,” he whispered, his gaze locked onto yours. “i let my jealousy get the best of me. it wasn't fair to you.”

the sincerity in his voice struck a chord within you, and as you took in his remorseful expression, the tension from the previous day seemed to fade away. you shifted in your bed, sitting up and giving him space to come in.

"i appreciate your honesty," you replied softly, your voice carrying a mix of caution and warmth. "but we can't keep going like this, lip. we need boundaries."

he nodded, understanding in his eyes. “you're right. i messed up, and i don't want to lose you.”

the vulnerability in his admission resonated with you, and you found yourself considering the possibility of something more. it was a risky leap, but the connection between you was undeniable.

with a determined glint in his eyes, lip reached out to take your hand. “i wanna try something different. something real. can we give this a shot?”

the air seemed to hang heavy with the weight of his question, and as you looked into his eyes, you saw a genuine desire for change. a flicker of hope ignited within you, and you found yourself nodding slowly.

“let's take it one step at a time,” you replied, your voice steady. “but we need ground rules, lip. no more secrets, no more jealousy. just honesty.”

he nodded fervently, a renewed determination in his expression. and so, as the light bathed the room, you and lip embarked on a new chapter, one that held the promise of something deeper and more meaningful.

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n3xii · 2 months

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Today's reading will focus on:

-your greatest strengths and abilties

-your "weaknesses" and how they can be leveraged to be skills. you have three pokemon cards to choose from.

CARD ONE

strengths and skills:

when I look at your cards I feel like im looking at someone who has been at rock bottom and knows how to talk themselves (and others) out of a low point. You know how to extract lessons from situations others would see as a ''failure." in your world giving up doesn't exist, any "failure" is just a bigger, overarching lesson that helps you get closer to success. I feel like one of your strengths is being able to see things from both a higher perspective, and as the perspective of someone who has been at rock bottom. Its like you have both a helicopter view of a situation, and a on the ground view as well. This dual understanding allows you to help other people on a deeper level where no one else has been able to reach them. you help others understand their situation from a higher perspective but also from the perspective of someone whos ''been there.'' this skill reminds me of a Lenord cohen lyric where he describes Jesus, "and ..he realized only drowning men could see him." You can connect with people who have never had anyone meet them where they are, because you know how to guide them out of the waters. you have birds eye view which provides a greater understanding of a turbulent situation and its purpose without loosing sight of how it feels to be at ''rock bottom" on a personal, intimate level.

weakness and how it can be a strength:

Your weakness has to do with maintaining objectivity and balance. because you know so intimately how others may feel when they are at rock bottom, maintaining the boundary of not accidently going back down can be something that hinders you. But at the same time, this can be a strength in the sense that you feel very strongly for them, you want to stand up for them and find a fair conclusion. Your sense of justice may make your biased at times, but it also makes you motivated

CARD TWO

your strengths and skills

you can see beyond LIES and MISTRUTHS, you're someone who sees through anything thats unclear and confusing. you know when someone is trying to misdirect you and to confuse you, you have an uncanny sense of when something isnt adding up. i also feel that you can cut through extra details and bluff to get to the point of something, you dont mince words and you communicate very well regardless of the medium you choose.

weaknesses and how it can be your strength

you may not come from money, or you may not come from a background that gives you a soft cushion for you to fall back on. lacking a solid foundation may be something you consider a weakness about yourself, but this is actually something that can be your biggest strength- i know many people who come from BIG money. im talking Mercedes car before they even got an official license. Their privilege does help them in life. HOWEVER, they have no work experience, no applicable skills, no understanding of what its like to work 8-12 hours a day. they have never made a resume as they have literally never worked a job. I used to think this was something to envy but then I realized something pivotal: when their main providers die and that foundation goes away, they will have to learn skills many of us learned at 15-16 years old in their twenties or even thirties. that sounds like my worst nightmare.

when you dont come from that type of comfort, you have to learn to rely on yourself. this is a strength that makes you more powerful than alot of people in this world because you know how to build your own stability instead of having it provided for you. you will create your own legacy.

CARD THREE

strengths and skills

im getting the sense that you're very good at entertaining yourself, you have a magnetic sense to you that could attract others to you but its like you prefer your own company. Your passions, creativity and humor are enough to supply you with enough entertainment for a lifetime. you dont rely on other people to do this for you, you know how to make yourself laugh, how indulge in your passions, how to make yourself smile. You are your own sun, literally, my intution compared you to the sun lol

your weakness and how it can be a strength

you're very analytical, alert and aware of your surroundings. this may make you overly cautious, anxious but at the same time, its a strength to have the awareness that you possess. You're quick and on your feet, its difficult to catch you off guard. your focus may be pulled in several directions at once, but still, you have keen senses. I feel like you process stimuli very quickly, its may be a weakness in the sense that its hard to process it all at once, but it also makes you very difficult to catch off guard. You notice details others wouldnt, you hear things others cant.

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muzyoshi · 1 year

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Miles Edgeworth's Secret

This post is purely for documentation purposes, and also to inform anyone who may not be aware. This post will contain SPOILERS for the end of Phoenix Wright: Trials & Tribulations, so proceed with caution.

During Case 5, Bridge to the Turnabout, while playing as Edgeworth, you are presented the opportunity to peer into Iris' heart. Specifically in regards to a secret she is withholding from Phoenix, someone she was romantically involved with. During which, if the player fails to present the correct evidence specifically for the second Psyche-Lock, an interesting conversation concerning the nature of secrets occurs.

I have seen talk of this dialogue, but no footage or screenshots, so I took the liberty of getting them myself. The full conversation and my further thoughts will be found under the cut.

You MUST present incorrect evidence during the second Psyche-Lock. This dialogue is laughably easy to miss, which is why I could find zero footage of it. (Sorry if the formatting for this sucks)

(Interesting to note: the music stops playing here.)

Incidentally, Iris' secret is that she developed romantic feelings for Phoenix while dating him in college (disguised as her twin sister). Edgeworth affirms her thoughts, confirming that he does indeed have a secret of similar nature deep within his heart and soul; "It takes one to know one." It cannot be said what exactly this secret of his is, but every real plot point behind Edgeworth has been more or less resolved by this point in the series. He found his path as a prosecutor, the truth behind his involvement in the DL-6 incident was concluded, so... What's left? Reading between the lines, this only really seems to lead us to one answer. It has something to do with romantic feelings. I truly can't see it being anything else, even with a critical mind.

Just mere moments ago, Iris had inquired as to what Edgeworth and Phoenix' relationship was. Edgeworth (famously) responds that Wright is a "dear and indispensable friend". Wonder if Iris gleamed something deeper from that comment, then? ;P Keep in mind: she makes these comments directly because Edgeworth avoided presenting Phoenix Wright's profile.

"he just like me fr" - iris probably

Now, just for completion's sake, let's see what happens when you present Phoenix's profile and break the Psyche-Lock.

I have a lot of thoughts regarding this string of text from the two of them. This is a huge reach from an admittedly shipper-crazed brain, but aren't Edgeworth's retorts here... interesting? He does not know this girl, but he knows that the two of them are important to one another. We can assume it's likely that he is pushing for this for Wright's sake, rather than Iris'. At this point it's fair to say that Edgeworth has some basic understanding of her secret (the feelings, at least), and he doesn't benefit from her telling Phoenix her secret. So why is he adamant that she does it? Especially when he's, apparently, holding a secret of similar nature himself? Projecting, perhaps?

"But it's pointless..." "Why would you say that?"

Why indeed.

(EDIT) I was thinking about this feverishly, and I had another thought. What if the "darkness in his heart" and his "secret" has something to do with jealousy? Still in context of romantic feelings... it starts to make sense that this could fit into the puzzle as well. By this point it was already established to Edgeworth that Phoenix and Iris share an intimate connection of some kind, and with all of this pressuring (including the words the two of them share before Edgeworth leaves the Detention Centre), it sort of adds up. "Uncovering the truth" in order to "get rid of the deep-seated darkness in [his] heart" - could this refer to closure? As in, if Iris comes forth to Phoenix Wright with her secret, and there is some level of reciprocation, would this make Edgeworth's own secret/feelings "pointless" to confess? I wonder.

One last note I'd like to make is that this is the first time we view Edgeworth through the 'protagonist lens', and that a great deal of care was put into having the player truly feel like they are Miles Edgeworth in this moment. His mannerisms, choice of words and thought patterns are decidedly very different than Phoenix's when you are in control of them, as I'm sure most people would agree. Therefore, I feel comfortable proposing that a lot of what he says here isn't filler, and in fact is very deliberately worded.

I think this post also deserves a spot here.

Diehard Narumitsu/Wrightworth shippers are likely already aware of this conversation's existence. However, due to the circumstances necessary to see it, I wasn't able to find any screenshots. I hope this was interesting to read, at least... Thanks for reading!

#ace attorney #ace attorney spoilers #aa3 #aa trials and tribulations #bridge to the turnabout #narumitsu #wrightworth #I wanted to write more but I would have gone on a tangent #there's just Too Much Evidence #I'm interested to hear other peoples' thoughts on this #I try not to let the shipper lens obscure the truth too much #but how can you even argue this one...

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doumadono · 11 months

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Upper Ranks Demons & s/o having hard time orgasming - headcanons (part 1)

Warnings: angst & some suggestive descriptions, male!Reader Requested by: @greenwitchsalem - love, I trust that you will find pleasure in the following headcanons, I have crafted them with care ♥

MASTERLIST

AKAZA

Initially, Akaza might not fully comprehend the gravity of the situation and might unintentionally make the situation worse by pressuring his s/o to perform or constantly asking what he's doing wrong

As he starts to understand the trauma his s/o has experienced, Akaza's guilt and frustration would consume him. He would blame himself for not being able to make him feel safe and loved

Over time, Akaza would become extremely patient and gentle with his s/o. He would prioritize his emotional well-being over physical intimacy

Understanding that trust is paramount, Akaza would prioritize open communication. He would encourage his partner to share his feelings, fears, and boundaries, assuring him that his well-being matters more than anything else

As Akaza becomes more attuned to his partner's needs, he discovers the power of sensual massages and takes the time to explore his body, easing his tensions and creating a safe space for pleasure

As trust and healing progress, Akaza introduces elements of sensory play, carefully negotiated and always with an emphasis on his partner's comfort and consent

"I want to explore every inch of your body, unraveling your pleasure with my fingertips and lips."

DOUMA

Douma, known for his sadistic nature, might initially find the situation amusing, unaware of the gravity of his partner's trauma. He might make insensitive remarks or jokes, causing his s/o to withdraw further

However, as Douma starts to witness the toll it takes on his partner, he would become genuinely concerned and remorseful for his actions. He would actively educate himself on trauma and its effects by talking with his cultists

Douma would work on rebuilding trust and understanding with his s/o, offering constant reassurance and being open to adapting to his needs. He would engage in non-sexual forms of intimacy, like cuddling or gentle touch, to rebuild their emotional connection

To rebuild their intimacy, Douma would explore new ways to pleasure his partner that do not involve triggering his trauma. He would be open to experimentation, ensuring consent and always prioritizing his partner's comfort and boundaries

In an effort to connect on a deeper level, Douma surprises his partner with intimate settings, like sake baths, where they can explore their desires and create unforgettable memories

Over time, Douma discovers his partner's unique erogenous zones and learns to pleasure him with a combination of skillful touch and whispered words of adoration

"I can't wait to tease you relentlessly, to hear you beg for release as I prolong your pleasure, my lotus."

KOKUSHIBO

Initially, Kokushibo might be dismissive of his partner's struggles, believing it to be a temporary issue. He may feel frustrated, perceiving it as a lack of physical satisfaction for himself

As he learns about the severity of his trauma, Kokushibo would be torn between his desire for physical intimacy and his guilt for contributing to his partner's pain. He would wrestle with his own conflicting emotions

Over time, Kokushibo would become more empathetic and understanding. He would offer unwavering support, patiently waiting for his partner to feel comfortable and secure. He would prioritize his emotional healing above everything else

Recognizing the significance of emotional connection in the end, Kokushibo would focus on deepening their bond through acts of love and kindness. He would express his love through gestures like writing heartfelt letters, preparing his favorite meals, or offering comforting embraces without any expectations - his stoic demeanour would be a huge advantage

Kokushibo takes delight in exploring erotic literature and art with his partner, arousing his mind before exploring his body, creating an atmosphere of intellectual and physical connection

"Through our shared exploration, we'll transcend the boundaries of pleasure, reaching heights we never thought possible. My love, fear not. In due time, your struggles with climaxing will fade into oblivion, replaced by waves of pleasure and satisfaction I will grant you with."

MUZAN

Inceptively, Muzan would be furious and resentful towards his partner for not being able to meet his desires. He may lash out in frustration, unaware of the trauma he has endured

Once the full extent of his trauma is revealed, Muzan's anger would transform into a combination of regret, and self-loathing. He would despise himself for contributing to his pain

Despite his remorse, Muzan's methods of support would be warped and possessive. He would become more possessive, obsessed with fixing his partner's issues, often disregarding his boundaries. His intentions would be misguided, as he struggles to separate his selfish desires from his partner's emotional well-being

Muzan, driven by his possessive nature, discovers the thrill of submission, allowing his partner to take control in the bedroom, where they can explore their desires and boundaries in a consensual and empowering way

Muzan, fascinated by his partner's pleasure, introduces aphrodisiacs and sensory enhancements, heightening their sensations and deepening their connection as they explore new realms of ecstasy

"In this world, I am the god of pleasure, and I will make you mine, over and over again, until ecstasy becomes our only reality, Y/N."

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tarotmundomonde · 5 months

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Love reading: Their feelings for you

Pick a number: 1-12

mini readings on their feelings for you with letters added, maybe they form initials or words, 12 piles, so you can ask about more than one person, if you want to.

1) KFYVDOOOYDBRTLDWWNLLGR

If you chose this pile, it looks like there might be someone else they are thinking of. Because they seem to be saying that there is no room for you in their heart. Those are their feelings for you.

2) PXNDGJVVCDKR

If you chose this pile, they can't help but admire you. It seems something unexpected happened that caused them to suddenly catch on feelings for you. Something happened that made them feel differently about you. Now they look at you, as someone they admire. They find you so gorgeous. It looks kinda like a situation, where maybe you dressed up and now they feel like you are so fine and so they feel physically attracted to you. It seems the more they see you, the more they feel drawn to you like a magnet. But they do feel like the attraction is mutual. They feel like the attraction is growing and love is in the air. They want to get very intimate with you. This person feels like you could be the perfect partner for them. Those are their feelings for you.

3) LPWAGKAHWUIKWFRGRNAB

If you chose this pile, it looks like they want to have you in a sense of ownership, but have no intentions to offer you anything at all. They don't feel like committing to you. Looking at the cards, it kinda looks like someone, who wants you off the dating market, yet doesn't want to date you (properly).

4) IUNCBGOHXB

If you chose this pile, their feelings for you are much deeper than they can yet comprehend. They feel like taking steps towards you brings them immense joy and happiness and that feeling keeps on growing, gets deeper and stronger. At first, it could have been simply a feel good feeling towards you, but it's growing more intense and the attraction is growing as well. They find themselves struggling to hold back their feelings for you. It's like they want to scream happiness and emotional fulfillment from the top of their lungs. They want to make a big move. It seems they want to confess their feelings for you to you.

5) ESFMCARNMUYRH

If you chose this pile, they do like you, but felt like approaching you wasn't worth it. They don't feel like putting in the effort. But at the same time they can't stop looking at you. They keep looking for you, although it's not intentional. But they can't help feeling drawn to you.

6) KKGXOK

If you chose this pile, this is what it looks like. This person feels like there is something special between you two, a special connection. If they believe in soulmates, they definitely feel like there is a soul connection between you two. A sense of being in sync. But something happened and now this person is like it's over. To be honest, it looks like a more specific situation. It looks like you could have tried to create opportunities for them to talk with you, but they again and again chose not to talk to you. But something happened and they feel devastated by it. They feel bitter. They know it's their fault but don't want to take responsibility for it. It actually looks like this person heard a chat you had with someone else or this could be on social media. Maybe you post something and they read your convo with someone else. If you are a female and they are a male, they saw a convo between you and another male. And that truly makes them feel devastated, hatred and jealous. So they want to end all conversations. They want to see you unhappy. So with no communication they try to make a point that it's not them talking to you. Like you can't replace them. They could communicate to make you feel miserable. Although, this is about their feelings for you, what's coming through is that they probably entertained first other parties and now it seems you also have other company and they are not taking it well. Their feelings for you are that they can't stand knowing you receive reciprocation from someone else.

7) DNOXKIOMABV

If you chose this pile, this person wants to live rent-free in your head. But their feelings are all over the place. It's like they feel they don't care about your thoughts, but at the same time they want to shake you up. In their heart they can't stand the idea of you being free as well. So they want to shake things up to make you emotional. They want you to be an emotional mess over them. But in the process they also end up feeling regrets for their actions. They struggle between not caring and feeling sorry. This person comes through as emotionally immature and petty. It's kind of like you are a threat to their emotional freedom and so they feel like misbehaving and then regret it, because they realize they do have some feelings for you.

8) OHCBRUCCV

If you chose this pile, there is no doubt this person feels passion for you. If you've had a bit of a situation, this person wants to reunite with you. Otherwise this person wants to have a good time with you! They feel like hanging out with you. You make them feel giddy! They keep laughing around you. It's a spontaneous good feeling. They feel the hots for you and love your company. They feel like dancing with you. Touching you and kissing you. They adore you, too. It's like they can't enough of you and feel like you are so sexy, but also charismatic. They fancy you. They feel it's mutual and it seems they would like to make something official between you two. Those are their feelings for. They want to be good to you. It's like they are saying they want to treat you like the queen you are.

9) WQBBHNWNG

If you chose this pile, they are a bit wary of rejection. It feels like a one chance only type of situation. This person doesn't want to get rejected, so there is a bit of unwillingness to step out of their comfort zone. They feel like waiting for a sign from you. But a part of them believes and has faith that you are a nice person.

10) LVHOYAGFMUUBHEBP

If you chose this pile, they feel that something about you is different. It's like they feel like they are ready to overcome mountains for you. They will not give up, they will keep facing everything head on and they strive for communication. It seems they want to talk with you. They feel like you are special. They really want to make this work, to make things work. Their feelings for you are that they want you. They feel like you complete each other, like you match in all the elements.

Their feelings for you are very grounded and abundant. There is a divine touch to their feelings for you. Even they can't fully understand, what's happening to them. There is a feeling that you might not be the typical type of person they go for. They feel a sense of awe for you. They feel in awe.

11) TUDIKQJEDGU

If you chose this pile, they don't feel committed to anyone. They are exploring their options. They know that with you everything is possible but they feel they can find better.

12) TILBCPTEVTXDDCWLNWG

If you chose this pile, it doesn't really look like they have any feelings for you. If this is someone you well, they don't feel like your values match. Therefore they don't feel there is potential for something longterm between you two. They feel like keeping things the way they are. They feel very stable and steady and grounded.

#tarot #tarot reading #daily tarot #pac reading #pick a card reading #pick a pile #tarot community

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cellophaine · 2 years

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Pretty Face

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: Face-fucking – rough oral (m. receiving), manhandling, sexual gratification from being used, cum play, cum eating.

Author's Note: TITTIES!!! On top of a medieval time washboard!!!

GIF Credit: found on @acecroft

He was needy tonight. The way he handled you was rougher than usual, with little foreplay, and even though it hurt at first, the pain eventually became an immeasurable pleasure. Your cock-drunk mind thought he could be rougher. After your third orgasm, Matt pushed you onto your knees before you could gain control of the trembling in your body, forcing you to take his cock in your mouth. You were wrung out and exhausted, but you had no complaints. You loved it when Matt used you as he wished. The lust exuded from his desperate and hastened acts made you feel like he needed it.

Your head bobbed up and down on his cock, revelling in the taste of your cum on his hard length. Your movements grew sloppy as his obscene moans from above your head urged you to keep going. You hollowed your mouth, following the contour of his thick girth, drawing another desperate whimper from him. The sound of him tightened the knot in your belly, the one he had just unravelled moments before, befouling the sticky mess on your puffy folds. The old and new wetness became one and trickled down your thighs, making your skin clammy and uncomfortable. But you wouldn’t trade it for anything else, for you fed on his pleasure just as much as he did with yours.

Your mouth ached from the vigorous exertion, working as if you were trying to swallow his shaft. Feeling overwhelmed and disobedient, your tongue slowly drew back as it swivelled along his cock until you reached the tip, teasing the mushroom head with kitten licks. Matt didn’t like that, and his hand swiftly came down onto your left cheek, leaving a slight sting as a warning. You whined, feeling a little deflated as he caught onto your harmless intention at being catty.

“Be nice.”

His command was deep, gravelly and just slightly breathless as if it took a lot for him to even form a coherent thought. Matt was close, you knew it, and the impulse to taunt him quickly evaporated from your mind. You tried to take him further each time you went down, but it was almost impossible with the fullness that already occupied your mouth. Even though your hands alternatively made up for the rest, it didn’t stop you from trying. You inched down onto his cock slowly and steadily, brushing off the impending gag reflex, until your nose nudged his pelvis, tickled by the subtle patch of hair. The tip of his cock hit your throat, and you forced yourself to hold it there for a moment, resisting the urge to gag. You felt the tears gather in your eyes and tried to breathe through your nose, even though your air intake was slightly restricted. You shook your head slightly, nuzzling deeper into him, feeling the velvety tip petting the back of your throat. His obscene moans and broken cries kept you there until you couldn’t take it anymore and gagged, sloppily pulling away from him. A string of saliva connected your lips and his cock as you dazedly gawked at it through your watery eyes. His length was coated in your spit, and the shiny substance dripped down to his tightening sack. You didn’t waste a second using it as lube, spreading it evenly with your hand, squeezing his shaft to keep him going. You dared a glance above, and the sight made your cunt clench around nothing. With his head thrown back, not so far that you couldn’t see the contortion of pleasure on his face. His brows furrowed, his eyes fluttered close, and his mouth slacked open to pour more honeyed moans into the thickened atmosphere. You wrapped your lips around him again, increasing your pace as Matt’s praises caressed your ears as if you were sharing a tender, intimate moment. Intimate, it was, but there was nothing tender about what he would do next.

His hands came down to grab either side of your face, locking your head in a firm grip before the sweet torment started. Matt pulled you down onto his length, making you go deeper and deeper. His handling was rough and fast, and you could barely keep up with it. Your body went slack as you surrendered your control to him entirely. Matt fucked your face relentlessly, making you feel lightheaded at his brutal use. You tried your best to tip him over the edge by fondling his balls with your fingers, gently pulling on the sensitive skin. The sounds of your gag and his moans drowned out everything else. You were a mess as you struggled for air; tears fell freely onto your cheeks, spit dripped onto your chin and neck, making a mess on your heaving chest. All you could do was keep your mouth open and choke on his cock, your mind emptied of thoughts. You were tethering on the edge of consciousness when Matt abruptly pulled out, giving himself a few pumps before releasing ropes of cum onto your face with a broken shout of relief. Your face was held in place to bear the milkiness of his seeds, and you felt like you had lost your vision for a moment. You blinked in an attempt to clear the fog, but your right eyelid felt heavy and sticky. Your face felt warm, with his essence running down the contour of your features. Some trickled into your mouth, and you eagerly licked them up and swallowed, moaning at the taste. You closed your eyes when his hand found your face, smearing the hot fluid to make it messier. Matt wiped away the heavy droplets from your eye, and you could see better when he trailed to another part of your face. Your skin was the canvas to his paints of tears, saliva and cum, and his fingers were only finishing up the masterpiece.

When he was finally satisfied with his handiwork, Matt brought his cum-stained fingers to your mouth, prying your lips open and wordlessly plunging in. You sucked on his fingers like the good girl you were, taking everything he gave you. He pulled away once you licked them clean, his thumb on your jawline softly caressing. Matt didn’t need to say anything; his loving gesture did it for him, and you knew his language too well for you, sometimes, articulated in the same way.

Matt pulled you onto your shaky feet, holding onto your waist to hold you up before crashing his lips against yours. He loved how the stickiness on your skin started to smear onto his, how he could taste himself on your tongue, how well you wore his mark, and he groaned in the filthy gratification. Matt kissed you until neither of you could breathe, until you must part for a desperate need of air. He pulled you into his embrace, nudging your head to rest on his naked chest as you basked in the peaceful silence until your joined rhythm of heartbeats calmed down.

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loopy-calico · 23 days

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Sun analysis !!

had some thoughts after i read this tsams confessions post about Sun and how it doesn't feel like he has bonded with his family outside of Moon. you should probably read that first bc i'll be quoting it.

so here's a bit of a (completely lowercase) rant on some of the (in-universe) reasons why i think that might be

'-seeing your entire family grieving over someone [solar] who didn't really give the same amount of love to you as they did to them'

yet sun still acted extremely upset after solar died, which is understandable, but i think has deeper meaning than just 'oh he's sad because he was close to solar (he wasn't) and then watched him die'

it could be an extension of the grieving he never got to do after old moon and lunar died

acting more distraught than he really is makes him fit in more with the rest of his family, who all were close to solar and are deeply affected

he did watch solar die so, that does contribute

not to say he wasn't upset about solar dying! or shouldn't be! it's just that he didn't really...know solar. or talk to him. they never once connected. so why would he be as upset as he is?

'How Sun just leaves, and Lunar, Earth, and Monty go off to grieve without him.'

i think this comes from how him and old moon never talked about their problems. if they felt bad, they had to suck it up and deal with it alone-- after all, you wouldn't want to burden your already stressed out brother with your insignificant problems!

sun and old moon followed that pattern for long enough that it's nature to sun now: he can't be emotional around his siblings, he's not supposed to. it's why he leaves once earth and lunar are going off to properly grief.

'When he speaks to them, he doesn't know what to say or how to respond most of the time. It sometimes sounds like he is talking to a complete stranger.'

sun and old moon were tremendously codependent. they were so close. concerningly so. sometimes, it felt as if they had zero connections outside of each other:

they spent the first years of their life in the same body, together 24/7. after that, they still live and work in the same place, once again being together 24/7. at the start of the show, it seems as if moon doesn't talk to anyone outside of sun, and that sun rarely talked to anyone else; monty and roxy, sure, but they're relationships with sun weren't great, either.

even once lunar rolled around, sun and old moon only believed they could truly trust each other. they were each other's purpose.

sun will never have that amount of a bond, or those intimate of experiences, with anyone else. sun only talked to old moon for so. long. how can he learn to talk to anyone else, if they're not him?

'-said he’s in the best mental state he’s been in a while, but sitting alone in your house just seems extremely lonely.'

old moon would get annoyed with sun easily. sun was anxious and felt the need to check up on moon a lot, make sure he wasn't doing anything that hurt him-- but moon never liked it. he got snappish.

sun and old moon's conversations went better when old moon initiated them.

sun is too afraid to try initiating affection with his siblings anymore. after all, what if they get annoyed? they have real things they're dealing with, what if he's just bothering them? not just with his problems, but with wanting to talk at all?

why even try if it'll probably end up bad anyway?

(BY THE WAY THIS IS JUST MY INTERPRETATION. NOT TRYING TO SAY ITS CANON OR ANYTHING.)

#our poor boy #love him #love him alot #tsams sun #sams sun #analysis #rant #sun and moon show #:)))#i had fun writing this #his only friends are his cats #only 'people' he can truly talk to #the sun and moon show

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butmakeitgayblog · 11 months

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How would you have wanted to see the season 3 bedroom scene go down if Clarke didn't hold back her obvious thirst for femme disaster Lexa in her nightgown

Have them fuck nasty 😤

Nah I'm just kidding

For real though, I actually took today to think about that because I think if you asked everyone in the fandom, you'd probably get a big variety of answers. There was just so much going on at that time and so many raw, unsettled emotions and resentments on Clarke's part. Realistically, I can absolutely see why she turned Lexa away (not the how tho, cuz damn).

But if I had to rewrite it through my own rose colored glasses, I would've liked it if Clarke had asked Lexa to stay and talk. Not even about the mountain or their people or anything that wandered too closely to those still healing wounds between them. More like asking Lexa about her childhood. What it was like growing up on the ground. Maybe about the different clans or what Lexa had dreamed about becoming before she was called to be commander. And I would've liked to have Clarke tell Lexa about the wonders of space. Not many though - that subject still holds too many nightmares. I would've liked to see them get to know each other beyond the pictures they have of each other as leaders and what they have to be as those people, and instead started learning more of the pieces of themselves that they'd learned to lock away from everyone else.

I would've liked to see Clarke grow sleepy to the sound of Lexa's soothing voice. Yawning while deliberately denying that she's yawning, even as she shakes it off and smacks her lips from it. And then of course, that fond little smile that Lexa always gets around Clarke, the one that barely kissed the sides of her lips but shines so brightly in her eyes. Usually in response to the skai girl's stubbornness, but that's neither here nor there. I would've liked to see Lexa offering to leave because even though the night had taken a very strange and unexpected turn, it was still lovely, and wonderful, and she likes to think of herself as chivalrous when circumstances allow, and regardless of what did or didn't happen, oh, you could see just how happy her little Heda heart was to have had that time together.

Without the usual looming thundercloud of Clarke's animosity.

I would've loved to see her trying to urge Clarke to go to bed and rest, only for Clarke to ask her to stay a little longer. To join her on the bed - sensibly, only because the bed was more comfortable than the old spindly chairs of her guest suite - and keep talking about all the good things on earth. Because she usually can't sleep anyway and because... that was the first night since she'd walked away from Camp Jaha that the demons of her past have been quiet.

I would've liked to see Lexa's internal battle of her emotions play out in nothing more than a series of blinks. A stuttered breath. The catch in her chest as she unfolds and refolds her hands in her lap. All the tiny cracks in her armor that you have to be looking for just to see, but they're the ones that give her away every time.

Because even tho she'd hoped— Even tho she'd thought, maybe Clarke's relief at her winning and staying alive might mean something for them... Even tho she'd come here with every intention to open herself up to whatever Clarke was willing to give to her, to connect with her... she hadn't at all anticipated the night to go quite like this. So intimate and bare, but not at all in the way she'd yearned for when she'd knocked on Clarke's door, blood still hot from the battle and the look Clarke gave her across the arena.

This was sweeter than she'd anticipated, somehow deeper, and her hunger and love for this woman is all the more terrifying for it.

But Lexa does stay, because she really is quite terrible at denying Clarke anything within her power at that point. Not that she wants to anyway. Not now that Clarke looks at her from under her furs with soft questioning eyes, instead of darkened pools filled with betrayed disgust.

I would've liked to see Lexa settle down on the bed, above the furs with her back sloped against the iron headboard that is terribly uncomfortable against her skin, but she'll bear it. And as she picks up the thread of what she'd been talking more to settle her own nerves than because she actually knows what she's saying. She's just babbling, which entirely unbecoming on The Commander but what else she can do when she's this close to this woman?

And ok fine, she's not a saint.

She does like the feel of Clarke's eyes on her. She likes the thrill that rushes through her at her own boldness careless ease when she adjusts her legs, lifts her knee just for comfort and, oops, lets the loose hang of her nightgown slip down to pool at her hip. It's an~accident~ she doesn't bother to fix, just like when the thin strap falls down off her shoulder as well. She's just comfortable in Clarke's space so it's totally, totally fine.

It wouldn't escape her (or us, the faithful viewers) that Clarke doesn't look away.

And I would've liked to see her watch as Clarke grew sleepier. Watched her very obviously struggle to stay awake by asking Lexa the most mundane questions could think of through her half-slurred haze as Clarke adjusts and readjusts and every time she finds herself that much closer. Until eventually there's nothing for it, she's just pressed against Lexa's side, and it's nothing to wrap an arm around Lexa's waist and push close. Lean her head on Lexa's shoulder and breathe in the scent of whatever soaps Lexa used in her post-battle bath (you hear that, Clarke. S o a p). And I would've liked the scene to end on Clarke drifting off to Lexa's comfort. To the feel of Lexa matching her every breath. To the gentle weight of Lexa pressing a kiss she'll insist in the morning that she was too sleepy to remember to the crown of her head.

That's how I would've liked to see it go.

#anon #clexa #lexa kom trikru #Clarke Griffin #gif 1 by doortotomorrow second one just on gif finder 😕

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theerurishipper · 7 months

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Hey I have a question I read some takes that Adrien is a supposedly good liar? How though are there any examples..I always just assumed people never put two and two together with his identity is because he doesn't connect much with the class nor does Gabriel so it made sense in my head. I'm sorry if I don't actually make sense I just assumed that if even one of the classmates kept getting closer with him maybe he'll open up. I thought that'd be Nino but like I feel that he's so much more closer to his girlfriend and with Kagami that scene where she backed him into the wall and she said that wasn't the real him when he did goofy poses made me uncomfortable and sad for him. Marinette kind of disappoints me as a love interest like that time he was in the park on the bench and she decided that this was the perfect time to give him a present made me annoyed like I understood she has such a huge admiration for the guy and will climb mountains for him but I thought she'd get past that and they'd have like a one on one you know a talk. Usually the love interest would start to bond and grow closer but like I feel she's more into the relationship for herself because of this whole fantasy she builds up in her head it's why their relationship kind of a bummer.

I don't think Adrien that hard to get him to open up to but again this is my own opinion. I don't know really I just feel if someone like a teacher, classmate or even Master Fu get him to open up more and more and they start to bond. I feel like all he wants is a relationship to not be so conditional if someone kind enough allowed him a shoulder to cry on or even acknowlege his habits or when he's in a bad mood I think it'd work I ain't sure though. I wish the dude had more male friends.

I don't really get why the classmates just think Gabriel a strict dude when he seems pretty abusive. Marinette especially she knows how strict he is especially in season 5 and the whole adrigami thing and even with Chloe mom lol I think abuse or parental abuse just doesn't register an actual thing in her mind which is weird lol.

I don't watch Miraculous religiously lol I just watch it sometimes so if my takes and memories are wrong please forgive me. I am so sorry for this being a long ask I ramble way to much.

No need to apologize anon! Feel free to ask me anything.

Personally, when I say that Adrien is a good liar, I don't mean lying in the traditional sense. He doesn't do a lot of actual lying (except when it comes to his secret identity), but it's more than he doesn't really reveal his true self to anybody. He doesn't fake his personality per se, but he only shows people the parts of himself that he thinks they will like because he's been conditioned to believe that he has to conform to everybody's expectations of him and be perfect for them. It's why Chat Noir is so different from Adrien Agreste™, because he's always performing in every part of his life. And putting on a mask at all times isn't the best way to connect on a deeper and intimate level with the people around him. I think Adrien's friendships with Nino and Kagami and everyone else is real, and whatever he shows them is genuine, but it's still not all of him, and he still feels the need to hide the parts of him that he feels they won't like. His relationship with Ladybug is an exception (obligatory until Season 4 disclaimer) because while he's still putting on a performance, it's not for the sake of pleasing her.

You mentioned his closeness with Nino, and I always felt that Adrien was more at ease with Nino than anyone save Plagg. He was more relaxed and at ease with Nino in like, Seasons 1 and 2, enough to show a little more of himself, and I got the sense that he was a little more open with Nino. Then Rocketear happened and Adrien pretty much shut down on that front and started to put on the mask even more, and their friendship never was the same after that.

The thing with Kagami is that she was right about Adrien. Chat Noir isn't his "true self," it's a persona based on him acting out in the way he's never allowed to as Adrien. And the model Adrien is a persona crafted based on the demands from his abusive father who expects him to be perfect. Kagami isn't able to see under Adrien's mask, but she's able to understand that he's putting on a front, and she wants him to quit it.

Marinette kind of disappoints me as a love interest like that time he was in the park on the bench and she decided that this was the perfect time to give him a present made me annoyed like I understood she has such a huge admiration for the guy and will climb mountains for him but I thought she'd get past that and they'd have like a one on one you know a talk. Usually the love interest would start to bond and grow closer but like I feel she's more into the relationship for herself because of this whole fantasy she builds up in her head it's why their relationship kind of a bummer.

This is exactly the problem I have with canon Adrienette. Marinette literally doesn't even know that Adrien is putting on an act, and she literally thinks he's perfect. It was so funny to me when Pretension made Gabe out to be so wrong and evil when he accused Marinette of falling wholesale for Adrien's performance, because Gabe was fucking right, damn it.

The problem is that the show never challenges Marinette's view of Adrien. She doesn't have to learn to look past his masks and see him for who he really is, he just up and tells her thanks to an Akuma's influence, and then he spends the rest of the time in Season 5 pursuing her, so she just gets handed her trophy boyfriend without having to put in the effort of getting to know him as a person. The show never wants Marinette to be inconvenienced by *checks notes* learning to see Adrien as a person, and it just wants her to get her dream relationship without an effort on her part to truly understand him. She's not much different from the rest of her class or any of Adrien's fans, because they all just see what they want to see and what he shows them. By virtue of them being the endgame, Marinette should have been special in that she tried to look past the masks to understand the real Adrien once she realized his "perfection" was a front and an act, but she didn't. She remained as delusional about him as she always was and got the relationship dropped in her lap. Thanks, I hate it.

I don't think it's that simple for him to break out years of being conditioned to conform to other people's needs, but the fact remains that, you know, no one even cares. Kagami was literally the only one who cared enough to try and understand him, and even she was made to spend Season 4 as Adrien's bitter ex (not Kagami salt, I love Kagami, this is just writing salt). The rest of the class admits in Felix that they don't really know him, and they never really seem to try to get to know him either. They do care about him, but not that much, you know? Everyone is honestly content to keep seeing him as the perfect guy, and no one tries to see the real him. Like I said, I feel like he was a little more open with Nino in the earlier seasons, and he's more open with Plagg, but that's about it. He was a little more open with Ladybug, but that also went down the drain in Season 4 because of the Ladynoir conflict. It took an Akuma for him to open up to Marinette. I don't blame anyone for falling for his act, but they clearly don't really care to get to know him either. I think you're right in a way, that he would be a little more willing to drop the act if someone tried to understand him, like Nino and Plagg. But no one cares, unfortunately.

Tbf they don't know much about what goes on inside the Agreste household, and they are just kids, so I understand that they wouldn't be able to completely recognize what's going on with Adrien. But the show itself doesn't think Audrey and Gabriel are abusive, and Marinette is basically the mouthpiece for all that, hence the solution is that apparently Chloe and Audrey should just bond, and Adrien should be fed a lie that Gabriel is not a bad guy actually. Marinette seems to have a pretty black and white view of the matter, and since she comes from a loving home, it doesn't really register to her that parents can be so awful. But the show frames Marinette as in the right to push Chloe and Audrey together when what Chloe needs is to get the hell away from that abusive person. It tries to frame her as right for gaslighting Adrien into loving his abuser. It's pretty nasty stuff.

But that's just my opinion. Honestly, I think the best meta on this subject is this excellent post by @fearlessinger. It's a wonderful analysis, I highly recommend it.

Thank you for your ask!

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I love your ocs! I was wondering how they all manifest their yandere types- Like is one more obsessive, possessive, controlling, submissive, soft- You get it lol

So most of the Yanderes I write for end up on the softer side because I just like them more, if that makes sense. However, each character I think does have different subcategories:

Elliot is very controlling and manipulative in a more subtle way. He knows what he wants and he doesn't waste time working to achieve that. When it comes to his obsession, he finds it easier to manipulate them into doing what he wants. On that same note however, he wants a genuine connection, he doesn't want you to feel like you were pressured into being with him, so his more yandere behaviors really shine when you're in a relationship. He's still pulling the strings before, but it's more obvious when you're dating. A prime example of this is tattoos. Since he's obsessed with them, of course he wants you to get one too, but he doesn't want you to feel pressured to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. That doesn't stop him from getting one, maybe of your name or your birthday or just something important to you. He'd use it as a of making you feel connected in a deeper, more intimate way, without having to do much. And if you do want to get a tattoo, it's never going to be from anyone other than him. If you even mention the idea of getting a tattoo from someone other than him, he wastes no time talking about all the side effects, the reactions, the pain, and about how if he did it none of this would be a problem. He doesn't like the idea of someone other than him marking your skin.

Hideaki is very clingy and possessive. I talk about this in my introduction post, but he really didn't get a childhood, so he's very immature as an adult. He believes that everyone he dates belongs to him and that even looking at someone else is cheating. It's why so many of his past relationships were short lived because he can't handle when he isn't the center of his lovers world. When it comes to you however, it's definitely turned up to a million. He doesn't want you leaving his apartment, and if you have to leave it's with him. His wants to know what you did all day, who you talked to, where you're going. However, the thing that makes your relationship with him different than his past relationships is that Hideaki is desperately afraid of you leaving him. You are a famous model or actor, you aren't easily swayed with fame, publicity, or any material thing Hideaki can give you, so if you ever do try to leave, he almost becomes a different person. He's depressed, insecure, scared. He's begging you not to leave him, because you're the only one he's had. In the past, he would've screamed and yelled, called you selfish and a heartbreaker, but in this case, he just can't bring himself to call you those names. You might not ever know it because of how egotistical he is, but Hideaki sees the world in you. You're the first person to treat him like a person, besides Elliot, and so he just can't bear you leaving.

Maeve is obsessive and almost worshipping to a degree. Maeve believes you are the pure definition of beauty, that everything he's been working toward has been leading to you. Maeve would give you the world if he could, he'd do anything for you, all you have to do is ask. He's not even shy about it though, he isn't like Hideaki who wants to keep you to himself, he wants the world to bask in your beauty. Since meeting you, everything he does has you in the center, the clothes he makes are inspired by you, he could talk about you forever in interviews, and all business decisions are made with you in mind. He takes every insult to you personally and will defend you with his life, no matter who it is insulting you. Because Maeve is more open about your relationship with you, there are a lot of people who don't believe you are deserving of him, but if you asked Maeve he doesn't believe he's deserving of you. While Maeve is obsessive, he's also romantic, and I could see him believing his world is ending if you ever wanted to leave. Unlike Hideaki however, he doesn't grovel, and instead he uses your very public relationship against you. He doesn't want to hurt you in any way, emotionally or otherwise, but he doesn't feel as though he has any other choice when you try to leave. He'll remind you how many people are jealous of you, and how dangerous it would be to leave him. He couldn't live with himself if you were hurt because of him, so it's just better if you stick with him.

#platonic yandere #soft yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x y/n #yandere oc x you

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raincamp · 6 months

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personality disorders in Avatar: The Last Airbender

i just rewatched The Beach episode of ATLA and i realized something during the fireside traumadumping scene. Ty-lee, Mae, Azula, and Zuko all represent each of the 4 personality disorders in cluster B.

Azula is NPD (narcissistic), feelings of inadequacy, jealousy, a need to feel superior, and to be perfect. she usually puts on her grandiose shell; she has a duty to represent herself as fire nation royalty, and it's rare we see any of her feelings at all. but the shell was cracking in The Beach, and her vulnerable self was showing. she admitted to feeling jealous of ty-lee, and even more amazingly, she showed a little bit of empathy for zuko, even if it was an act, it was still a roundabout way to show that she does care and does have feelings. we even see her admit to feeling like a monster, inherently flawed. a common sentiment for a lot of people with NPD.

Ty-lee is HPD (Histrionic), being raised in a family of ten other people who looked exactly like her, she was always invisible. as Mae said, she has "attention issues" of course she did, how could anyone pay attention to her when she was seen as just like all of her other sisters. In the beach, we see her relishing in the attention that she gets from the boys around her, as she makes them feel like they have a more intimate connection than they actually do. she chooses to wear bright pinks and draw attention to herself instead of blending in and wearing reds and dark browns like everyone else in the fire nation.

Zuko is BPD (Borderline), being abandoned by his father at a young age, we see zuko consistently push away the one person who cares about him (Iroh) because he sees any lack of support in his mission to capture the avatar as a form of abandonment, despite his uncle's continuing emotional support. in The Beach this abandonment trauma is shown with his insecurity in his relationship with Mae. When he sees her talking to another guy at the party he automatically assumes that Mae has moved on and that this guy is her new boyfriend.

Mae is ASPD (antisocial), this is the one i know the least about, i'm still learning about it, but i've read a lot of personal accounts of pwASPD who talk about an inability to feel emotion, or empathy, or to care about anything. this is Mae's biggest character trait, she's always talking about how much she doesn't care about anything, she hates that nothing exciting happens, she "doesn't hate" zuko because she can't feel love for him, but she knows that he's the exception to everyone else in her life.

maybe im not the first to point this out, but if i was a psychologist i would do a much deeper analysis of this. it almost feels intentional, but maybe it was just a happy coincidence on the writers' parts. just thought it was interesting

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ohlovxr · 1 year

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the one where they knock you up (+ bonus: the one where you find out you’re pregnant)

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It was a long time coming.

It was months of planning in the making. Months that they spent practically courting you; small but intimate acts after the initial help they have you moving into the complex that consisted of helping you redecorate, being the more than willing ears you could talk off because you knew no one else in such a new city, and inviting you over for dinners. Really, though, the most intimate act of all had been your trust.

It hadn’t been long before they had you in between them… and they had to make sure it stayed that way.

Marc took the first step and switched out your birth control pills with placebos.

Layla spent those months tracking your cycle with offhanded jokes about cramps and making sure to ask if you needed anything from the market whenever she went so that they could keep both you and your trust.

Marc having snuck a look over your shoulder when you were unlocking your phone helped speed the process.

From that point on, all it took was planning a nice at-home dinner on the right night. All it took was getting enough wine in your system and filthy promises whispered into your ear to get you strewn out on their bed, wet and needy.

It took about three orgasms to turn you into a malleable, incoherent mess. Relaxed and open to them. Still, the balls twitching against you as Marc fucked deep into you cut slightly through your delirium.

You really could be so paranoid sometimes.

“M… Marc, ‘s not safe,” your words came out thick and slurred. The drag of his cock in and out of your wet hole, feeling the naked ridges that made him so distinctly Marc over your needy walls, and the soft “Sh, sweetheart. It’s okay,” made you shiver despite the heat.

A sharp thrust that sent his tip prodding at your sore sweet spot left you crying out, your pussy tightening around his cock, and shifting in the arms of the woman you laid between the legs of. One of Layla’s hands fell from your thighs to play with your swollen clit, her smooth voice filled your ear, “He feels good, doesn’t he, my love?”

Tears brim your eyes with how persistent he’s become to pound into that little sore spot inside of you and you nod. You repeat yourself all-the-same, “B… But what if - oh - Layla, what if I end up-”

She talks over your little whine about how Marc has to pull out with a patient, “I know, I know.” She lets the fingers rubbing your clit slid down to where you and Marc were connected, feeling her chest vibrate against your back as she hummed in approval. Like she was proud of how you stretched so perfectly to take her husband. “But you’re on the pill, honey. This’ what it’s for. I promise you.”

A whine tore through your throat as you relented and squirmed between them. “‘kay.”

Marc’s grip on you tightened to hold you still as Layla cut you off, “That’s our good girl. Besides, would it be so bad?” She looked to her husband, feigning innocence. “Marc?”

“Can’t say it would.” His thrusts started to slow and his cock twitched inside you. His hand came up from your thigh, where he was holding you open, to grip your jaw. His eyes pierced into yours, seriousness written into his tone as he spoke to you, lips just about grazing yours. “You’d look perfect all round and full with my baby. So fucking beautiful.”

“Let him do it, honey.” Layla’s voice was honey-sweet in your ear, her other hand moving from your thigh to splay over your lower stomach. “Let him fill you up… make you a mommy.”

You don’t have a choice when you feel the hot spurt of his cum deep inside of you. You don’t have a say in how your walls reflexively spasm around his cock and greedily milk him for every drop.

“There you go, sweetheart,” Marc cooed sweetly to you, a soft smile on his face as he smooths your hair back and away from your face soothingly, shifting and urging a gasp from your lips as he shifted to purposefully force his cum deeper. “Feels good, huh?”

Your sniffles echo through the room as your tears finally begin to fall, overwhelmed by the feeling of being so full of him, before you laugh, shyly whispering, “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Layla mimics playfully into your ear before peppering kisses onto your neck and making you squirm inwards, giggling at the ticklish feel. She brings her mouth back up to your ear. “I think now is where I get to say I told you so, my love.”

You roll your eyes playfully and soft pinch it earns you on the sensitive skin of your thighs, courtesy of the man still in between your thighs, tears a little yelp from you.

“I just… I don’t get it. I’m on the pill! This shouldn’t be happening!”

Heat simmered in your belly, the kind that was unpleasant and that you found yourself unused to, as you held the positive test in your hands.

Missing your period, your tits fucking killing you, and waking up for the past week unbelievably nauseous were the major driving forces that had taken you down to the shops to sheepishly purchase a box set of three.

You look up from the test to face the couple standing in front of you, the space of your bathroom suddenly feeling much smaller. Patience painted both their faces, and you didn’t know where it made you appreciative or angry. “I told you both I could get pregnant! It’s why people make condoms! Layla, you told me it’d be fine and it’s not, okay? It’s not!”

Layla’s face fell in front of your eyes and you felt your chest tighten, suddenly ashamed of yourself. She spoke softly, “I’m sorry, honey. I just wanted you to feel good.”

“No, hey, baby, you don’t have anything to be sorry for.” Marc’s arm came up to wrap around Layla’s shoulders, rubbing her arm comfortingly, before his gaze turned to you. His defensive tone softened when you looked down shamefully and his free hand cups your chin to tilt your gaze back up to his. “Still, you know, you are right, sweetheart. This shouldn’t be happening. It’s a two percent chance, isn’t it? You got a right to be a bit pissed… just not at us, ‘kay?”

And suddenly, you feel worse because who were you to have started throwing blame at them for this? Who were you to have started throwing around blame in the first place, as if there were any to be thrown around?

You nod, whispering a pitiful, “I’m sorry,” before Marc’s pulling you into both his and Layla’s arms.

Layla breathes a laugh as the tension surrounding you dissipates slightly. “Almost feels like the universe is trying to tell us something, doesn’t it?”

Pulling away, you’re at a loss for words and looking at her doubtfully.

In your peripheral, you see Marc’s gaze veer off from you and towards the mirror, brows furrowing for a moment before he’s turning back. He licked his teeth. “She’s got a point.” He spoke over your soft I don’t know. “I don’t think I’d ever actually try to have a kid. I just- It’s never been ideal. So this…”

The “feels like it’s supposed to be happening” went unspoken.

“I just…” you pause, taking a deep breath. You pick at your nails nervously. “I’m not sure if I’m ready. What if I screw up? What if I’m such a bad parent, I end up sending this human out in the world damaged and traumatized. And I have literally no idea how to take care of baby, like at all, and-”

“Neither do we.” Marc cut you off. The sympathy you saw in his eyes told you he could understand and felt that same fear of everything you were saying.

Layla brought her hand up to stop your attack on your nails. “But we’ll figure it out. Together.” She pulls you towards her, both her hands coming up to cup your face and pulling you into a soft kiss. She mumbles against your lips, “Don’t worry so much, my love. We’re here.”

#marc spector x reader x layla el faouly #layla el faouly x reader #marc spector x reader #notsfw #tw manipulation #tw dubcon #dark fic #just being neighbourly #moon knight neighbour au

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AND IF OUR LOVE MUST BE IMMORTALISED, LET IT BE LIKE THIS.

synopsis: all obey me characters + poems that describe your love.

LUCIFER + “if you forget me” by Pablo Neruda.

lucifer wants you to know one thing - for perhaps his whole life - he has felt that something was missing. holiness and rebellion are two sides he tampered with and in them both, and even with every step he has taken to live - something was missing. you. with all of his choices, you melt into everything. he notices it all. you are the fire and the red branch and he must be the ash. you are in everything and everything carries him to you. yet, he has lost so many things already and he knows that humans are fickle creatures. when he is alone, he can’t help but think of the darker what ifs. still, he wants you to be free. lucifer lets you decide. but just know, that if you go against the darker voices in his mind - if you choose to remember him and love him (the same way he has already decided to do with you) - he will never truly be ash. the two of you would be destiny that burns forever.

‘my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.’

MAMMON + “how do I love thee” by Elizabeth Browning.

It would seem that Mammon has been counting the ways he loves you since the first day he met you. yes, since the very first day. he knows that he is full of flaws but the love in him remains holy. perhaps thats from the times he was an angel, because since then and forever forth he has imagined love to be the same way. he has dreamed of loving someone in day and night, in righteousness and praise and greed even. his soul dances around you; if he could - he would place it in your hands and watch it glow. he loves with passion and grief and warmth and selflessness and he would, after everything, pray to God for you. mammon would bend the knee to that extent if you wanted him too. he is just thankful that after everything - after almost losing love itself and falling - the concept of love has not changed; and it now carries your name.

‘i love thee freely, as men strive for right. i love thee purely, as they turn from praise. i love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.’

LEVIATHAN + “somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond” by E.E. Cummings

Levi is aware of how silly it sounds to say that he loves adventure when others know his habits. but he truly loves it. the adrenaline and the heroism, and the tales and connections of all those legends - but out of them all, knowing you has been the biggest adventure of his life. he wasn’t expecting you or seeking you out when you first arrived but, over time, the seasons of nature changed and you stayed the same. sometimes you are too near and he is stuck between wondering why and pulling you even closer. his love is definitely a quiet one but it is steady - it brings balance. the answer always seems to be you. protecting you in his own way and letting you gently recognize all of his layers - its all so intimate. his love is deeper than anything else. whatever you say, he is willing to do. and he finds that in perceiving the world with you - that love unlocks more charm and power than ever before.

‘somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near’

SATAN + “i dreamed i forgot” by Leila Chatti

many would describe that before satan came to be - all he had was dreams. he lived in them, through the eyes and the body and the wings of the man with whom he shares a complex relationship with. that is why he hates dreams that feel like prophecies. he knew his flaws oh so well, and he knew you too - so for a while he refused to admit to love. but dreaming of you means remembering you. dreaming of you means loving you. he always dedicates words to you. he was a fool when standing before you. he wanted so badly to cherish but while working on himself he doubted that he was capable of such a thing. but through dreaming of you and through watching you - he knew that denying love was impossible. satan’s love feels like a rush after the calm. it feels like he always calls out to you. now when he dreams that you forgot him, or that he forgot you, all he has to do is hear you sleeping peacefully next to him. satan wants to thank you a thousand times over.

‘i dreamed i forgot you but to dream you was remembering. i have words for you only, a linguistic fidelity.’

ASMODEUS + “don’t go far off” by Pablo Neruda

Asmo felt like he, for the first time in his life, had to beg someone to love him. when met with you and your eyes - the inner workings of his doubt started to make him realise just how love stood high above infatuation and lust. asmo would wait for you no matter how long it took. he would wait for you in empty stations and parking lots or his heart would be lost otherwise. you ground him when your arm is wrapped around his. he wouldn’t say he is begging for your love but he is begging to be close to you.’ stand together and don’t go off too far in this love so that you look like a stranger’. ‘love me as much as i love you’. ‘home is the place both of us step in’ - he feels like he shines most naturally when your attention is the only one that matters.

‘don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.’

BEELZEBUB + “i thank you” by Henry Timrod + “cottages” by M.A. + “aubade” by Amber Flora Thomas (i couldn’t decide on just one for him leave me be. the last one is erotic.)

with Beel love has always existed in its simplest nature. you were drawn to one another the same way the sun replaces the moon. but that is usually what happens to love that starts as a close friendship. as admiration. beel has thanked you so many times before he confessed. he has always felt that love towards you but actually noticing what it was just took him a bit longer. but does it really matter when he continued to treat you the same way? his love is always patient and kind and calm like the gentle wind. his love is always a ‘thank you’ and ‘lets build a home together’. ‘lets be at peace and let me bring you flowers’. ‘let us eat at this table together. i will bring a vase and you put the flowers in. i will kiss you and you kiss me back.’ it is so, so simple and thats what makes it truly wonderful.

‘what not, do I see, when I see any rendition of your existence? you reinstated the dream in me; its sparkling collective of wishes’

BELPHEGOR + “to you” by Frank O’Hara

he knew that he loved you because the stars seemed to spell it out for him. he knew that he loved you because his love found rivers and mountains and sunsets and sunrises in your being and in your eyes. his love continues to turn you into stories connected to him because it doesn’t let you go. you chose each other and you continue to stay together. consistency. before he met you, he found comfort in the stars but true happiness was only found when he held you under them - when he talked to you. ‘i will always love you’ slips off from his tongue so easily when he sees you. you two build love, like architects do, and then you showcase it to the rest of the world.

‘what is more beautiful than night and someone in your arms that’s what we love about art it seems to prefer us and stays’

DIAVOLO + “be arrogant” by Mahmoud Darwish

Diavolo has always seen you as someone so magical that you simply had to be hiding in everything. no, rather, everything was hiding in you. Sometimes he still blurs that line but he doesn’t mind - you’re that special that both of them are true. so, what he wants his love to convey is that you should always feel what he thinks of you. for a long time he has been the one with the biggest distance than the rest - almost unreachable. but even then. even while you were not aware - you remained the one he loved. yes, you are everything to him - a human, a lover, an angel, that special someone he loses his arrogance for. his love makes him feel small when he stands next to you. he loves comparing you to the earth itself - full of hope and possibility and too good to be true because he has lived so long yet it is your existence that truly shines.

‘no matter your distance from me. you will remain an angel in my eyes and flesh. you will remain as our love wills to see you.’

BARBATOS + “sorting laundry” by Elisavietta Ritchie (actually made me cry while thinking of barbatos)

his love is unable to control the way you overflow into everything. into his dreams, his fantasies, his hopes and his hands. he has done ‘mundane’ chores for centuries and when they’re connected to you - they become his place of unravelling. he wonders how you have come to be folded into his life. all these ‘silly’ things are actually stories. when you got so emotional over the washing machine eating your favorite sock and when he gifted you these flowers that you liked so much that magic simply had to be used to keep them forever. you keep overflowing into everything. into public and private displays of love, into his constant thoughts. He doesn’t even dare to imagine what would happen if suddenly one day - you decided to leave him. he never lets you fold your own laundry. something about this act makes him so emotional that you can’t help but give in to his sincere eyes.

‘well washed dollars, legal tender for all debts public and private, intact despite agitation;

and, gleaming in the maelstrom, one bright dime, broken necklace of good gold

you brought from Kuwait, the strangely tailored shirt left by a former lover...’

SIMEON + “being to timelessness as it’s to time’ by E.E. Cummings

simeon knows that time matters in all things and its his tendency to always wonder about it while he loves. since time exists in all things that means that his love does too. in the air, the ocean, the land. in the places so many people cannot reach. he knows that lovers suffer but his suffering is rather sweet - its not tangible; it is simply worry for you. simeon will stand in front of anyone who asks - and if someone deems his holy love as anything but true - he won’t remain quiet. when your fingertips brush he is overjoyed. his love finds immense joy in all things that come back to you. this love has no fear. this love knows just what to say. it doesn’t matter what sages have to say; it only matters when you speak.

‘love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun more last than star’

SOLOMON + “poem for haruko” by June Jordan (big thanks to @gatchagay that is the biggest solomon lover i know. i just couldn't find the perfect poem for him and they helped me)

when he walks from a simple grocery run to the place he calls home, solomon can’t help but wonder about his long life. you are definitely inside this home - if your form wasn’t sitting on the sofa that is already 3 years old then it would just be a simple house he holds no fondness for. because of you - so much has happened. the reason solomon never thought just one place could hold all of his love and sadness and happiness - is because he never had anyone to share those things with. he has witnessed the world change but his love for you just keeps blooming as it always has. that is the natural tendency. and when he comes inside, you hold his hand and he can’t help but bloom all over. plenty would describe him as fickle but he only dedicates himself to that which is truly worth it. you, this home, and the fact that your trace can be felt everywhere.

‘now I do relive an evening of retreat a bridge I left behind where all the solid heat of lust and tender trembling lay as cruel and as kind as passion spins its infinite tergiversations in between the bitter and the sweet’

RAPHAEL + “love’s philosophy” by Percy Shelly

he has always seen holiness in everything. and there is truly nothing more holy than love. his love often feels like water - constantly wrapping around you; not changing in intensity but instead shaping to the way you need it to be. He is an angel and his love has been predestined; divine laws dictated it. Despite this, he knows that it doesn’t come without any work. His love is both an eternal attempt and admiration as well as divinely eternal.

‘nothing in the world is single; all things by a law divine in one spirit meet and mingle. why not I with thine?—’

THIRTEEN + “serenade” by Djuna Barnes.

for someone that is best characterzied as ‘impulsive’ you would expect the same to be the description of their love. but, thirteen fell for you impulsively and so quickly that actually wording it, actually sounding it out and allowing herself to be so vulnerable was hard. rejection would destroy her after she finally found you. she doesn’t ask you to come, she just asks you not to leave. she thinks that being, uncharacteristically, quiet about the love but expressing it as if it was actually spoken - would make your own feelings reach that cliff of impulse and it would all come crashing down. you would come right into her arms. in this love, you were the first one who had to start it by saying something - but once you did - that was everything she had been waiting for.

‘three paces in the moonlight’s glow I stand, and here within the twilight beats my heart. i’m not asking you to finish, but—to start.’

MEPHISTOPHELES + “i am not yours” by Sara Teasdale

He belongs to one of those that refuses to admit the true reason his gaze lingers on you. one of those who feels his fingertips tremble when you stand near while he chooses words opposite of that. what good would it be to admit that he is so utterly lost in you? he has expectations placed on him - how could he get lost like a simple snowflake in the sea with a human? you are so different from him and he swears that this distance will clarify the situation but, when distant from you - he grows even more lost. his love confession came as a surprise to himself the most. it was like rushing wind. denial means nothing when love plunges so deep.

‘i am not yours, not lost in you, not lost, although I long to be lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea.’

a/n: if you disagree with my choice of poems *shows you the list of my classes* i major in this and you’re wrong. this was so so fun but so hard?? because not only did i not want basic ass love poems; they had to fit the characters perfectly and they had to incorporate both the good and the bad since the game makes us see so much of their flaws. AND TO ADD TO THAT - THEY HAD TO BE GENDER NEUTRAL. tf u think i am?? to allow a poem mentioning she or him to slip inside and ruin your reading experience?

i hope you enjoyed it!!

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me brothers #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #satan x reader #belphegor x reader #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #thirteen x reader #raphael x reader #mephistopheles x reader #solomon x reader #simeon x reader #not gi #not twst

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