#like... he so rarely takes that fucking thing off

[earthtooz]

cw: fluff, phainon being shirtless and shameless and sending reader into a frenzy without even realising, based on the fact that phainon has awful fashion taste, unedited because i wrote this in one sitting sawry

"lord phainon... maybe you should let me pick out your outfit."

the chrysos heir, clueless as ever, glances at the atrocious combination of yellow and purple that sits on the edge of an armchair. you don't even think you can stomach looking at the clothes, the patterns mismatched and the colours clashing so much that you would have to squint to stomach looking at it.

even if he weren't such an important figure in society, you would still refuse to let him leave the estate looking like this, especially for the party lady aglaea was hosting.

you don't even want to think what her reaction to this pairing would be.

yet, phainon thinks nothing wrong of his... choice.

"what's wrong with this one?"

you choke down your more honest thoughts and go with something that won't upset him. "the outfit is far too casual for the occasion, we need something more appropriate!"

"alright, how about-"

his hand reaches to open his wardrobe again and you intercept its path before he can even touch the doorknob.

"how about you just leave this to me, lord phainon?" you insist, brushing his wrist aside. "i like to say i have an eye for things like this!"

he blinks at you, "alright."

as you deliberate through the selection of (rarely touched) clothes, your eyes and hands land on a white, silk dress shirt with blue accents, matching the colours of his normal attire. it looks sensible enough, and fitting for someone with the status of a prophesied 'new king', if you find a fitting set of jewellery, and a pair of black slacks and shoes, lady aglaea would surely allow him entry and not shoo him away for being a sore sight for her eyes.

however, in your rumination, you fail to hear the unbuckling of belts and shedding of clothes occurring behind you.

and when you turn to show him a potential dress shirt, your words barely make it off your tongue before you're squealing, almost falling into the closet.

"what's the matter?"

his toned back muscles, in all their glory, stare back at you as phainon looks over his shoulder, curiosity swirling in his aquamarine eyes. the curvature of his biceps, deltoids, and titans forbid- his waist, on proud display with supple skin, save for a few fading scars here and there- fuck, even his scars had muscles, you should just have let him wear that darned yellow and purple outfit instead of offering to help!

does he have no shame? well- you suppose he did need to be shirtless to try something on, and there's no dubious intent behind his actions, and with a body like his, what's there to be ashamed about?

by amphoreus, he's going to kill you.

"nothing," you choke out, casting your gaze away as you approach him with stiff steps. "try this on."

"okay."

then he extends his arms out, as if expecting you to help him put it on and you both stare at each other for a long moment, phainon, waiting for you to put the shirt on him, and you, waiting for phainon to take the shirt from you.

he's a grown man, why do you need to help him?

muttering a silent curse under your breath, you pretend like there isn't heat rising to your cheeks as he threads his arm through the material. you pretend like your hands aren't shaking when you do up his buttons, fingers careful not to graze his torso that's radiating heat from under the fabric. you pretend like it doesn't affect you when your knuckles graze his chest while fixing his collar. you pretend to busy yourself with the hanger when really, you just can't look him in the eye without feeling hot. and faint.

when you gently cuff his sleeves, you feel his gaze burning holes to the top of your head, and you don't dare look up to check.

"here, these will match." clasping gold bracelets, and slipping gold rings on his gloveless hands, you decide the selection to be fitting. "this looks good, and that shirt fits you very well."

"you think so?"

then you make the mistake of looking him in the eye.

you may not know phainon like the back of your hand, but you're all too familiar with the sheen of heroic determination in his eyes that makes them shine like the rarest aquamarine crystal, yet, it's replaced with something cozier, something as clear as a pond reflecting the blue sky. it steals the breath from your lungs and clutches at your heart, and you feel your mind preparing to shutdown for the second time in minutes.

parting from him like he was fire that had licked you, your movements are awkward when you go back to his wardrobe.

"i'll find some matching slacks and shoes, just wait a little longer."

this time, your ears catch the sound of a belt unbuckling.

"phainon. please, do not take off your pants."

© EARTHTOOZ 2025, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[seungisms]

🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 … 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗 

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, oral (female and male receiving) cockwarming, dry humping, somnophilia, overstimulation, minho and jisung being a tad pushy 

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: wrote this and now i’m going feral over the thought of chan being real soft with you, feeling totally normal rn 😀👍 soft!hyunjin makes a rare appearance

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

he can be soso rough with you sometimes. he doesn’t mean to be, he just absolutely loses all sense of control once he finally sinks into your tight pussy :( especially when he’s had a particularly shit day at work, just counting down the hours until he gets home and is able to finally lose all his worries in the comfort of your cunt. loves making a pretty mess out of you, until you’re completely drunk on his cock and babbling nonsense. but tonight he could feel you struggling to keep up with his eager pace, eyes threatening to flutter shut and slumping in his lap, strong arms keeping you upright against his chest as his hips keep a steady pace fucking up into you. he feels bad as he continues on abusing your cunt, but he can’t help it when you’re fluttering around him and clamping down like a vice, he just wants to cum so bad. starts to slow his thrusts down when he feels you grind lazily down onto him, desperate for some kind of release yet too tired to do anything about it yourself. he’ll take your face in his hands, smiling soso softly it would nearly make you sick if you could manage to keep your eyes open. “pretty baby, did i tire you out?” and when you could only respond with a sleepy nod before burying your face in the crook of his neck he’ll lay you down, spreading your thighs open a little more and your body responds so easily to him in your fucked out state, he finds it cute. lets you tiredly wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, keeping him close to your chest as he sloppily fucks you to sleep. 

“shh baby, just let me take care of you.”

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

deep down he knew he was being selfish, he could see how tired you were after the celebratory dinner he dragged you to with the rest of the boys. but you just looked so pretty all dolled up in your silky dress, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the subtle expanse of your smooth leg peeking out from the slit of fabric, inching up towards your hips. and god your lips. so glossy and kissable and just begging to be wrapped around his stiffening cock. he has you on your knees as soon as you get home despite your sleepy protests, head leaned back against the sofa and shirt unbuttoned as you smothered and worshiped his dick. and he’s so close it’s almost painful - your slow, lazy licks teetering him on the edge of orgasm before ripping it away from him at the last second. he’s so pissed whenever he can’t cum and he has to do everything in his willpower to restrain himself from forcing your head down and putting your mouth to good use, fucking it like it should be fucked. and he just feels so heavy on your tongue, his deep groans shooting right to your core. tries to have take some pity on you though and gently coaxes you to relax your jaw, pretty praises falling from his lips and giving you the last burst of energy you need to get him off until the salty taste of his cum is invading your tongue, slipping easily out of your mouth and softening against his thigh. he’ll defiantly repay you too, waking you up the next morning with his hot mouth on your cunt, lapping and sucking and kissing your soaked nub until you finally stir awake, pulling away to rest his cheek against your thigh and look up at you through tired eyes. 

“just relax baby, let me make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

changbin knows how busy you are, your schedule rivalling his on a normal day, so by the time you get home from work the only thing you can make time for is lazy makeouts in his office or rushed fucking in the shower before bed. the first day you both have off together in weeks is spent with him buried to the hilt inside of you, fucking you in every room and surface until you’re a sticky, pretty mess beneath him. and he just has you so worn out and it isn’t even mid afternoon yet, you just don’t understand how he still has the energy to wreck your cunt again and again the way he has been doing for hours on end. he’ll have you practically folded in half, legs bent and pressed tightly against your chest as he pounds into you - the sounds of his cock filling your cunt with another load of warm cum being the only thing you could focus on and stop your weary eyes from closing. he picks up straight away when you start to slip away from him, barely able to keep up as soft gasps leave your lips and eyes flutter close, slowing his pace to a stop, his cock stilling deeply into you. he’s soso enamoured by you, and it shows in the way he smiles softly at your worn out form, tucking a strand of messy hair behind your ear and letting your legs rest from their bent position. shushes your pained sigh as he slowly slips out of you, leaving your pussy feeling empty and cold before he’s pressing his chest against your back, spooning you close to his body then nudging his swollen tip back into you. and he loves the whine you let out when he buries himself balls deep inside of you again, your mind so fogged and clouded it hardly takes you a minute before you’re fast asleep - kept warm and filled to the brim with his dick as he coaxes you to sleep.

“let’s just stay like this, sleep well angel.”

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

he knows how hard you work and absolutely loves loves loves taking care of you!! coaxes you into his arms when you get home, stripping you from your shoddy work clothes and slipping you into a bath, letting you yap his ears off about your frustrations while he works on massaging shampoo into your hair. lays you down on the soft comforter of your bed after, fingers lazily pumping into your pussy. works your mouth open with his own, tongue making its way past your lips as you whine and gasp into the kiss - hips sloppily grinding down to meet the press of his long digits curling deep inside of you. loves how easily he’s able to get you off in this state, his name falling from your lips so prettily and your eyes staring up at him like he’s your whole world and more - and it’s almost enough to ignore the painful squeeze of his cock left unattended, but he still can’t help but to rut his hips down onto the mattress, desperate for any type of friction :( stretches you open real good and nice on his fingers until he’s kissing messily down your tummy before he reaches your slit, tongue hungrily replacing his digits to leave fat licks against your nub. and he’s just absolutely obsessed with the way you look in his hold, fucked out and messy and all for him. your little pleas of, “hyun, please i’m so tired. can’t take anymore,” yet your hips continuing to grind against his face like a bitch in heat and he finds it so incredibly cute. swears he’ll take such good care of you, just stay awake a little while longer.

“you’re so pretty baby, gonna let me make you cum?”

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

he so eager and energetic during sex that it’s hard for you to keep up sometimes. he could go for hours, so drunk on your pussy that time just seems to cease to exist, fucking into you until it was nothing but a creamy mess of spit and cum. he’ll do his absolute best to keep you awake when he notices your lids twitching to shut - pressing his cock into you at just the right angle, fingers reaching down to play with your sensitive and raw nub, nails deliberately digging into the plush skin of your thighs to keep you from slipping away from him. so needy with it, he just loves watching your eyes shoot open in surprise when he acts out like this. but he becomes insanely pathetic when he feels you start to slump in his hold, hips picking up an erratic, rushed pace as he desperately tries to chase his high. roughly pulls your hips up until your ass is perched high in the air for him, head shoved into the pillow to muffle your gasps from his sudden greediness. “please baby, give me one more and i’ll leave you alone.” begs and sobs and pleads falling from his lips in messy whines, tears threatening to slip from his eyes when he feels your pussy close in around him, the promise of finally cumming is right there and he couldn’t just let you fall asleep now, he’s so close 🥺 it wouldn’t be fair!! and he can’t stop the selfish thoughts from taking over, he’s been so good to you all day, the least you could do is let him play with you until he’s spent and painted your cute cunt in his seed. sometimes, he’ll continue fucking into you when he sees you’ve actually fallen asleep on him, your soft sighs and fluttering cunt edging him closer and closer until he’s filling you up with warm load after load. and he can only look away bashfully when you wake up all sticky and used the next day. 

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

he’s such an angel truly 🥺 making sure you’re well looked after is enough to get him off. hates when you come home all stressed and tired, a worried furrow between your brows and pretty face slacked with sleep. gently coaxes you to lay with him, taking his time to love on your body - your tits, tummy, thighs, just everywhere!! they’ll all be marked with his lips. and he almost has you dozing off with his soft touches before the warm press of his tongue against your pussy has you letting out a choked gasp, hands threading themselves through his long hair to push his face further into your core, nose bumping against your nub in the most pleasing delicious way. but even with the mind numbingly hot swipes of his tongue against your hole, and the deep groans he lets rumble against your slit, you still manage to slip away, eyelashes fluttering against your cheek as sleep becomes more and more appealing from being surrounded by his comforting presence. his languid strokes of tongue actually spiralling you further into slumber. and he can’t help but smile lovingly against you when he catches sight of your peaceful form, sleepy apologies tumbling past your lips as your fingers lose their grip on his lock, hips twitching slightly when he give you one last messy kiss against your cunt before settling beside you. such a giver that he’ll easily ignore the swell of his dick, he’d fuck you asleep over and over again as long as it keeps his baby happy.

“let me make you feel better honey.”

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

you just couldn’t sleep. all you needed was a bit of comfort, some soft fucking to urge you to slumber but he’s always so pent up and frustrated after work, eager to bully his problems away on your pussy. and you couldn’t find it in yourself to deny him, letting him play with you until you were a cock drunk mess beneath him. he’s always so mean with it though :( his dick was practically kissing your womb, legs aching from where they were rested on his broad shoulders and gasped whines leaving you when he nudges his cock past your folds - your headboard threatening to give out with every rough grind of his hips. you couldn’t even find the energy to meet his greedy thrusts, pussy twitching lazily around him and head lolling to the side when sleep threatened to take over, but the swell of his cock filling you up was sure doing a good job keeping you awake. and he almost felt offended when he spotted your lids slipping shut - stilling to the hilt deep inside you and just begging to finally paint your plush walls with cum - mouth opening to shoot you a sarcastic quip like the meany he is. before he notices the small bags sunken under your eyes and the worried crease of your brow, and he just can’t help but to cut you some slack. settles his body on top of you and softly shushes the pretty whine you let out when his dick rocks deeper inside you with the sudden movement, so desperately wanting to fuck you until he finally empties his load but he’ll let you rest for now. keeps himself buried in your warm pussy all night, kissing the shell of your ear as you quickly fall into a deep slumber. you bet your ass he’s gonna make you pay for falling asleep on him though.

“it’s okay baby, just gonna rest here. you’re gonna have to make this up to me tomorrow though.”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

this boy has such a high sex drive, genuinely thinks he’ll never get tired of the feeling of your warm cunt fluttering so nicely around him. it drives him mad. wants to spend every waking moment buried to the hilt inside of you, to the point where you’ll have to tell him to back tf off 😭 he’s so nice and gentle with you when you’re tired though, never pressuring you to do anything you’re not up to and letting you use him until you fall asleep, ignoring the painful swell of his fat dick resting against his thigh with every soft whine and gasp you let out. just likes having you sat pretty on his lap, dry humping like a bunch of honey teenagers but he fucking thrives on it. his hands will be guiding your hips to help you rut down on his bare cock, every slide causing the tip to bump into your nub. and he has to hold everything inside him back to not just lube himself up with your wetness and force his way into your tempting cunt. no, that’s not what you need right now. what you need is for him to be a good boy and let you rut down onto him like the needy girl you are until you finally stain his thighs with your slick. the tired look on your face is enough to make him melt, kissing your cheeks softly and muttering sweet praises between every glide of his hard cock. just lets you grind sloppily against him, gushing with wetness and all your frustrations slipping away as you nudge yourself closer to orgasm before your hold on his shoulders tighten, your nails raking down his back when you finally soak his cock in your juices, a relieved sigh leaving those pretty lips of yours before you’re sinking in his hold. coaxed into a deep sleep with his dick laid bumped against you, still red and swollen with need but he can’t find it in himself to care when you look all cute cuddled up against his chest. 

“that’s it sweetheart, let it all out.”

© 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.

[thanosspills]

LIVING WITH "TEAM THANOS"

after the third game, the X's win and you reunite with the friends you made in the games.

Now that the games have ended, all of the players are spread out in the dorms waiting to depart. You sit with your new-found friend group on the stairs as you guys have a group discussion about your futures.

Now bonded with no where else to go, everyone agrees to put their money together and rent out a comfortable place to live.

Characters: Se-mi/player 380, Thanos/player 230, Nam-gyu/player 124, Min-su/player 125, Gyeong-su/player 256

This is what it's like to live with each of them! Slight headcannons

Pretty light hearted and silly, nothing too serious.

Fem!reader x Choi Su-bong (kinda)

Reader is dating Thanos because I couldn't resist sorry <3

Warnings: Slightly suggestive/NSFW things mentioned, drug usage, drinking

YOU + THANOS

You and Thanos got really close in the games and have been inseparable since. The two of you share the larger bedroom and are PDA all over the house. Making out in the kitchen, on the couch when everyones hanging out, he'll slap/grope your ass at random, grab your hips when you're facing away from him, etc etc.

Everytime the PDA starts, Nam-gyu just rolls his eyes and tries to ignore it. During movie night when you and Thanos take your attention away from what you're watching to suck face, Se-mi throws a pillow at you two and scoffs, "Get a room nymphos." Min-su will awkwardly look the other way, and Gyeong-su is just always oblivious, continuing to laugh at the movie, never noticing in general.

ALSOO during movie night Thanos always hogs the communal couch blanket. Even from you.

Don't get me started on how loud the two of you are in bed. Thanos gives no fucks, he'll be as vocal and rough as he wants and he'll bring it out of you. Since Thanos loves to be chatty during sex, you'll occasionally get Nam-gyu yelling at you two to "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" from downstairs. Of course, you and Thanos always just laugh it off and keep going. The next morning you guys get ganged up on and teased by the other four, Gyeong-su mocking Thanos's dirty talk,

"You guys need to be quiet, I'm tired of hearing Thanos moan 'senõrita' at 2 in the morning."

Thanos uses your guys's room as the house's studio, inviting the others in to rap/produce with him. Min-su and Se-mi never participate, they just sit on the bed, snack with you, and watch.

You always have to clean up after Thanos. He'll kick his shoes off in the most random places, leave clothes on the floor, food at his desk, etc.

Thanos will freestyle about whatever everyones doing in the present moment, like at game night, Nam-su is drawing two So he ain't got no Uno I bet that dude regrets picking yellow I'm rooting for my lil boy Min-su Wild card his ass, bro!

Thanos always announces his presence as soon as he gets home. He'll shout, "GUYSSSSS!" right when he walks in the door.

Thanos doesn't consider boundaries at all. He'll randomly barge into everyones room without knocking and ask if they wanna go somewhere with him even if it's late as fuck.

You two are probably the most difficult to deal with in terms of bringing pure chaos to the household, but you guys also bring the most fun.

MIN-SU

Min-su is usually the first person awake, but when he sleeps in he gets aggressively woken up by the boys. He's also the little rag-doll of the group, always getting playfully pushed around. Se-mi will yell at the boys to fuck off but they mean well, it's just the special treatment Min-su gets.

He's seen as the little brother by everyone but he's honestly the most put-together.

He's tried to bring in stray cats multiple times, Nam-gyu immediately says hell no, something him and Se-mi rarely agree on.

Really enjoys hanging out with each person in their rooms one on one but hardly invites himself in, he usually waits to be told he's welcome to hang.

Needs sound to fall asleep so he actually doesn't mind the chaotic late nights in the house. It's good background noise and oddly makes him feel safe.

He helped you and Se-mi decorate a bit, mainly just contributed plants that he's attached to and takes good care of.

Always picks a romantic k-drama on movie night and falls asleep first.

Secretly loves how much he gets under Nam-gyu's skin during game nights, Min-su ends up winning more then anyone else.

He doesn't touch the drugs Thanos and Nam-gyu do but he will drink with the group. He's still composed when he's drunk but he laughs at everything and cracks everyone else up in the process.

When everyones up late and hungry he'll volunteer to go get snacks from the gas station for everyone.

NAM-GYU

Comes home at like 3 am after promoting clubs, if you and Thanos are awake your guy's room is the first place he goes. He'll sit in Thanos's gaming chair and talk to you two about the crazy shit that happened with the junkies at work. Nam-gyu is still a user, after the games him and Thanos have calmed down a bit on the drugs but will occasionally pop pills for fun, you occasionally join.

Goes with Min-su on his late night gas station runs for the house so he can, "make sure he doesn't get himself killed."

Doesn't really cook or clean because he's usually out, but when he comes back home he contributes with beer and will randomly throw a new, freshly packaged fruity vape at Thanos, surprising him with it.

Nam-gyu always fucks with Min-su during game nights, he's super competitive. Min-su's nonchalant attitude about winning really gets under his skin. He takes every board game very seriously and hardly wins, but when he does win you're not hearing the end of it.

Asks everyone to go to the club so he can see you guys while he's working. He sneaks you guys free drinks on a tab and hangs out as soon as he's off.

He asked Se-mi to pierce his ears for him and freaked out and complained the whole time. It took 45 minutes for her to do both ears.

Occasionally brings girls home but he's very secretive about it, no one sees them come in or leave.

SE-MI

Se-mi does most of the chores because she doesn't trust anyone else to do them right, defiently the big sister of the household.

Only asks you and Min-su to go run errands with her, she doesn't wanna put up with the others, "Hurry, let's go before the idiots notice we're leaving."

She always tells Min-su to stay away from the drugs. If Thanos and Nam-gyu are on them and are acting a little too crazy she'll go and hangout with Min-su in his room or take him out of the house to go for a walk or get food.

She'll hangout with you in the bathroom and play music while you get ready to go to work.

She cooks for everyone and really enjoys it but acts like she doesn't.

She'll get Thanos and Gyeong-su happy meals when she stops at McDonald's for everyone.

Likes to argue, she'll debate Nam-gyu on his shitty takes on the movie you guys are all watching.

Her room always has music playing softly, like Min-su she needs noise to feel comfortable.

She's the organizer behind most of the little group hangouts.

If she finds a bug/spider in the house she'll pick it up with a napkin and chase Nam-gyu and Thanos around with it, Thanos squeals in terror and Nam-gyu shouts, "SE-MI BACK THE FUCK UP IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Gyeong-su giggles like a little kid while he follows Se-mi as she chases them around.

GYEONG-SU

Gyeong-su likes to play obnoxious rap music on the TV at max volume so everyone can hear it.

He raps around the house trying to replicate Thanos but he's honestly just not good and no one has the heart to tell him.

Tries to brag to everyone at work saying, "Yeah, the rapper Thanos is my roommate." but none of his coworkers care.

Gyeong-su is super lightweight, he always ends up the drunkest whether you guys are just drinking at home or clubbing. He hurts himself a lot when he's inebriated but it's nothing too serious, just tripping and running into walls. He'll come home and fall asleep on the couch or the floor and everyone else just leaves him there until he wakes up the next morning.

Super loud on his video games at night, he invites everyone to his room to watch him play and hangout. He lowkey secretly dreams of being a famous streamer.

Asks Se-mi to make food for him at like 2 in the morning.

Gyeong-su typically doesn't like going out alone so he begs each member of the group to go with him to do something, even if it's simple like walking to the store or picking up a prescription. If someone says no, he's knocking on the next persons bedroom door. He always asks for you and Thanos's advice on what to wear before he meets up with a girl or goes out.

YAYY that's it! I hope you guys liked it, I love team Thanos with my whole heart and I wanted to write something cute for them :) Let me know what you think!

[cherryxblossxms]

Hm upon posting that Beelzebub thing, realized it'd be very embarrassing to be in Hell while on your period.... Beelzebub is already bad enough, but I feel like the others who aren't as familiar with humans or human bodies and menstruation, the second they smell blood, they're freaking out 😭 anyway, here's some headcanons for just the kings:

◇ Satan probably has some general idea of what a period is, he's fairly knowledgeable, but there's a solid minute where he's ready to kill because he smells blood on you and is convinced you've been hurt. Takes a lot of restraining to get him calm enough to listen to you so you can tell him it's just your monthlies. After that he's pretty good. Doesn't like to see you in pain, and he gets very restless knowing there's not really anything he can do. It's the only time he'll let you cuddle with Ppyong, if it makes you feel better. He'll likely scare off everyone else, though, and prefers to keep you where he can see you until it's done.

◇ Mammon is wonderfully sweet when learning about your period, and is probably a rare one to ask questions about the info you give him, too. He has the wealth to get you everything you need for your period... and then some. Every new gadget out there, he's buying it for you to try. It's over the top but he means well. His master hurting causes him hurt, too. Even Bimet is a little kinder in his words (and its a good time to milk a little sympathy from him with your tears, because he panics wonderfully).

◇ Leviathan gets extra anxious and irritated around you, almost like he's having sympathetic period symptoms, but it's also just because he smells the blood and it brings up bad memories. He's a little gentler, at least, and maybe tries to keep you settled in a room of his choosing until your period is done. Brings you whatever you need because seeing you suffering does tug on his heartstrings, even if he won't admit it. He's a sweetheart, but he'd rather explode than let on that he cares. He's also going to ward off others from seeing you, wanting to be the only one taking care of you in this sensitive state, much to the disappointment of his three men.

◇ Belphegor will rub against you wrong during your period, but never intentionally. He cares, but he doesn't care like that, you know? Beleth will really be the saving grace here, talks to you in that kind Southern drawl he's got, fetches you a drink and a blanket if you need it. Probably will apologize on behalf of his king for being a piece of work when you're suffering lmao. But at least Belphegor makes for a great napping partner. If you get horny and need him, he doesn't mind the period part. But, he will leave the cleaning up to you or his right hand man. In fact, he may even sleep through the sex itself, tbh.

◇ Asmodeus.......... He's no stranger to periods whatsoever. It goes without saying, but number one thing with him will be period sex. He's heard enough about how sex could help relieve your pain, and he's more than happy to volunteer to help in that regard. But that being said, he's not entirely shameless. If you manage to resist him, he'll make do with holding you and maybe telling you some tales from his visits to Earth, raunchy or not, as a means of distraction for you. You'll just have to excuse his thing poking into you the whole time, and perhaps some wandering hands.

◇ We've already discussed Beelzebub previously, but just to keep it all together... He's a freak. Its not his favorite time, per se, but he still kind of loves when you're on your period??? He's always obsessed with your scent and it's even worse during your monthly. Another one who is happy to fuck you or eat you out during your period if you want him to. But if not, then he'll satisfy himself just hanging around. Similar to Belphegor, he may get on your nerves, so high likelihood that Bael will be the one helping you the most, not that he'll complain about it. He does have the same philia as his king so he does enjoy being around you, too, he's just much more courteous about it.

◇ Lucifer will be the most normal one, somehow, long familiar with periods and how to help them. He doesn't exactly have Midol or Aleve, or typical period products, but he'll work it out. Probably makes some kind of medicinal compound out of herbs that relieves pain, and he at least supplies you with cloths as your pads. He knows, too, what foods you should eat that will best replenish your iron, your energy, and decrease fatigue. Really, his whole squad is in on it, working to make you feel better until your period is done, and it's a little embarrassing. But they all mean well, and if anyone's ideal for care, it'll be the healers.

[justfreakynothingelse]

In The Darkest Night

Word count: Approximately 2400.

CW: Mommy kink. Light breeding kink. Dacryphilia. Self-degradation. Brief voyeurism. RAPE MENTIONS. SELF-MUTILATION MENTIONS. Neither one happens or is threatened, but I consider those very important warnings.

This is a part of an AU I've had in my head for a while. TL;DR: Primarchs get Isekai'd. Kind of like the sentient husbandry AU.

You peek in the door leading to Night Haunter's room. It'd been some months with him, now, and you still rarely entered it, though he spent time in your room almost constantly. You were just going to tell him that dinner was almost ready, but...

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"A-ah, mama, mama..."

You pause. The door is cracked just barely open. He clearly hasn't noticed you, yet. You open the door further, slipping your head through the crack, and... oh, he looks lovely... he's grinding against the mattress, with what seems to be one of your long dresses—one you just put into the dirty laundry, actually—both pressed between the mattress and his cock, and held tight while he presses his face to the chest of it.

"Mama, please— 'm sorry, I'm a good boy, I'm a good boy-"

You flush; you've felt this way about him for months, now, but had no idea he wanted the same... it's hard for you not to want him, even. The strong, hooked nose... long, black, curly hair contrasting with moon-white skin... and his eyes, pitch black like the night itself...

Why not take advantage of this? You both want it...

You open the door a bit wider and walk over to him quietly. Despite his usual hypervigilence, right now he seems too fuck-drunk to notice you. You even manage to get right against the bed. His beautiful hair is completely covering his face; he's in his own world of scent and pleasure, which is unusual for him... when he first got an erection while sleeping next to you, he threw himself off of the bed and started babbling apologies. It took some coaxing and some explaining, but you understand better, now.

On his homeworld, a place of unimaginable cruelty, the only sex he ever saw was rape. So when, for the first time ever, apparently, he found himself saddled with an erection, his immediate response was 'She must think I will rape her. Never.' which explained his reaction well enough. He even offered to let you castrate him... You managed to calm him down, but with that kind of response, it's surprising that he'd ever do this sort of thing.

That was a few months ago, now, but still... have you truly endeared yourself to this man so much?

His panting, coming out almost as whines, now, are picking up speed. You crouch by his bed as his hips keep moving faster and faster; his words an almost unintelligible slurring of his native Nostraman and what he calls Gothic, with some English thrown in, too.

(He wishes mama would ever want him like this, even though he knows she never would... he wishes she'd pull him deeper, and wrap her legs around his hips, and...)

"Mama, mama, please, I'm a good boy, let me make you feel good, please Please PLEASE-"

He presses his hips into the mattress as he cums; you could tell this isn't the first time he's done this tonight, either. His stomach was slick with cum before this. The most beautiful moan leaves him as he cums; his mouth falling open as his feet dig into the bed, desperately trying to push him further into a body that isn't there.

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He's lying there panting, muttering about how he bets 'mama 's so soft and warm,' when you finally decide to speak.

"You could've just asked, honey."

He shoots away from the edge of the bed with a hiss, then; throwing himself against the wall on the other side as he curls up tightly.

You chuckle and offer him the fluffy black robe he keeps on his nightstand to cover up with and he quickly takes it. His skin looks like he's burning alive from how red it is; huge, beautiful eyes avoiding your gaze. The mattress now exposed to your eyes, you can see he has been quite busy... a thick layer of cum coats your dress, a wet spot near the collar showing where he's been licking and sucking.

He's hiding behind his hair as you look around, though still entirely able to tell what's going on. He shifts to sitting against the wall, before stiffening as you dip a finger into the mess that coats your dress, and lick it clean... savoring the taste of his need.

You climb up onto the bed in much the same sort of animalistic way he climbs onto yours; a slow, slinking sort of movement. The sheets are tacky from sweat, under your hands. He's practically cowering, as you approach him. You pull his legs down gently, like you did when he first had an erection around you and was so nervous. Indeed, despite the robe being in the way, it's easy to tell: he's still hard.

"I tried to ignore it, but it keeps getting worse. Nothing is working! I am terrible, please... make this stop! I have a knife, to make it easier. Please, I want to be good for you-" he's clawing lines into his skin from anxiety, as he speaks. "Haunter, beloved... you are good." He startles, his hair falling away from his face a bit, revealing his eyes, pupils blown wide, as his mouth hangs open in shock.

"But, ma-" he closes his eyes and stiffens, for a moment, "-but I am disgusting. I steal your clothing and I desecrate it. I spill my wretched seed upon it and you say I am good?"

"Can I show you what I think of you, My Haunter?"

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His eyes lock onto you, and he nods slowly... like he thinks he's about to be hit, almost.

You crawl over to him, and guide him to the pillows on his bed, away from the mess he made earlier. He props himself up onto his elbows, to keep a closer eye on you. If he will be punished for his transgressions, he wants to know. His hair falls away from his face, revealing him, as beautiful as he always is, though with tears pricking at his eyes.

(What if mama doesn't want him anymore?)

A shaky breath leaves him as you straddle his hips. He wordlessly hands you a knife, preparing himself for some sort of violent punishment, only to be shocked when you toss the knife away.

(Mama's on top of him!!! She's so close, she could reach down and take him inside her and nestle him against her perfect little womb and-)

"Can I open your robe, sweetie?"

"You can do anything to me."

You frown slightly, at that. You're looking for consent, he is waiting for retribution.

"Hmm... how about this. I want to see my beautiful boy-" his eyes go WIDE, at that, "-and I want him to be comfortable with it. Are you comfortable with me opening your robe?"

He releases a shuddering breath as he nods.

"Can you use your words, My Haunter?"

"Yes mama," he whispers.

You coo and stroke his cheek, earning a lean against your hand as you push open his robe with your other hand, revealing the heavily scarred plane of his lean stomach. It's absolutely plastered in cum. He looks away and whines, as you look down at him. Your hips shift to allow you to push the robe all the way off of him; the only things it covers now are his arms.

"Oh, such a needy boy... you could've asked! I like helping you..."

He's silent, then; still looking away from the sheer mortification of mama you finding him like this.

"Do you want to know a secret, pretty boy?"

He finally looks up at you as he whispers, "Yes please, mama..."

You pull your skirt up, bunching up the long, loose fabric as you do so.

"I'm took off my underwear while I watched you, earlier."

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His mouth falls open from shock when you lifted your dress; nose flaring as he scents your pure need. You're sitting right on top of his aching cock, and despite his own self-hatred, his own desire to not defile you, he feels the steady dripping of precum beginning again.

"Can I have you, my love? I've wanted you for so long-" and he interrupts, then; the shock to his system fading as his aching, obsessive, need returns, "Yes mama! Please, say anything you want and it is yours-"

You lift yourself up, now; still holding up your skirt. All but forcing him to watch, as your body splits open around him. His breathing grows heavy; panting and whining as he has to deal with the reality that you want him. As you slowly take him further and further into you, his whines switch to a constant chant of 'Mama, mama, mama,' almost on loop. Tears prick at his eyes as they remain locked onto where your bodies are now, finally, joined.

(Mama's pretty pussy is taking all of him! She wants him? She's so soft and warm, and it feels like she's pulling him deeper and deeper still...)

He starts crying. Your gaze immediately snaps to him. You have seen this man in absolute hysterics from nightmares, and never once have you seen a single tear fall from his obsidian-black eyes.

"Haunter, honey... do you want to stop?" His eyes lock onto your face, "We don't have to keep going if you don't want to..."

"Please don't stop, mama... I never thought I would have this. I never thought you would—agh—let me within the folds of your most sacred and perfect flower... mama, please don't stop... please."

"Can you tell me what you want, darling?"

"I want you!" He almost shouts, and the words are all but punched out of him as you clench, "I want... this, and more. Every way I could possibly defile you, I have imagined countless times already. I do not care how you have me, only that you do. Please... please use me. Let me be good for you." Tears fall in a steady stream now, and despite your worries... he looks so pretty, with tears streaming silently down his face.

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His eyes have long since squeezed shut, now. His head is pressed back into his tear-wet pillow as you ride him like a toy. His hands are on your hips after you guided them there, permitting him to touch you more. Blood is staining his lips as he tries to hold himself together by biting them, until you stop moving for a moment and ask him, kindly as always, to please, let you hear him. After that... well...

"Mama! Mama, please, feel good from me! It's the only thing I'm good for, I just—anghhh—I just need to make you happy, please, mama, mama, mama-"

You move one of his thumbs to press on your clit as you ride him. He's clearly approaching his own end, bucking up into you to meet your descent, but you still need yours...

His whines reach a fever pitch as he cums. Being held within a tight, hot, willing body... it's totally different than furtively rutting into his hand in the shower, or against his bed.

"Mama, don't stop! Use me until you're done, please please-"

You sink down to the hilt on him as he cums, and something within his mind snaps. His arms are suddenly around your waist, and somehow, he's pulling you closer. Getting deeper, back arching as he paints your innermost walls white with his seed. A weak whine of "I'm sorry, mommy~" leaves him as he cums, his eyes squeezing shut as his hips twitch weakly.

His grip goes slack, after a few moments, and you return to riding him. His whining begins anew, though far higher pitched now, due to his heightened sensitivity in the wake of his orgasm. He can't even speak now; his mind is just so focused on how you're moving, how you're squeezing him... how there's some cum slipping down his cock as you ride him. He seems to be trying to speak, sometimes, but all that comes out is high-pitched whines. Tears keep slipping down his face, and oh, he looks so very pretty, while this desperate for you...

(It feels like mama will break him... she's so pretty, and too tight, and she's not done yet... her thighs are so soft against his hips... will she let him sleep next to her like usual, tonight? She looks happy with him, and it feels like she's somehow getting tighter... Is he finally going insane? He feels like he's burning alive and melting at the same time, and another orgasm is fast approaching him)

His calloused thumb has you seeing stars as he rubs on your clit, itself aching and needy from the constant stretch of him within you. You can feel the rope of your orgasm stretching tighter and tighter, like the mooring line of a ship. He's helping pull you down onto him as you ride; the shock of your bodies colliding ripples straight through to your clit, it seems, and in only a few moments...

Your moans feel like they grab his stomach and twist; reaching to the depths of his unconscious mind, to the most primal and base parts of it. His orgasm, which could have taken far longer, suddenly crashes upon him like a rogue wave; overcoming him completely and drowning him in bliss. You feel like a vice around him; where once he slipped within you like you were made for him, now he must all but bully his way within your clenched walls, desperately seeking to be as deep within you as he can reach before his seed spills from his body.

(Mama is gonna milk him dry; it's too much, please, please, it's too much-)

He presses himself against your cervix as he cums, and it hurts, but it feels so right. His cum is almost scorching hot, and you can feel it slipping into your womb, just like the last time he came. He's frantic, underneath you; hands desperately grasping for purchase as he tries so hard to get you—and keep you—against him.

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You collapse down against him as your orgasms wind down. Heavy, fervent panting is the only sound in the room as he stares up at you, wide-eyed. You slowly move onto your side, grabbing onto his thigh once you're side by side, making sure he won't leave your walls. He gasps, as you do. Your hips and legs are wiggling around a bit, trying to find the best angle to keep him deeply within you. Content that he won't leave you, your hands move up to his arms, turning the situation into something more intimate. No longer the rutting of half-crazed animals, no. Now a lover's embrace, almost. You cup his cheek, and for the first time, he moves in to kiss you. Choosing to love.

Choosing to trust.

[minniture]

Crystal Clear

mdni <3, suggestive, friends to lovers, slow burn, etc

It goes without saying that Suguru is one hundred percent a fuckboy. He has a new girl every other week, rarely choosing to stick to one partner after the second or third time they've fucked around. It's pointless. Suguru gets what he needs for a little bit and when he gets bored he moves on to someone else, simple. So of course when he gets paired with this cute number for his final project for the semester, he decides he has to have her. You're just the cutest thing, wide eyed and expressive.

Except...after the first two meetups you show no interest, seemingly ignorant to his advances, happy to work on the project and talk about anything. There's clearly more to you than your exterior; He sees it in the way you choose your words carefully around him, an emotion he can't place hidden somewhere deep in your soul, and your eyes too expressive for him not to notice. Naturally Suguru just has to find out if you're as interesting as he hopes you are.

It's not until after you've met up twice a week for two months that Suguru realizes you've somehow become...friends.

Of course it happened gradually, after the third time you'd met up and he had (very smoothly if he must say) gotten you to accept an invite to "do some research" at the house he shared with satoru. Satoru ended up barging in in the midst of your studying, boisterous as always and invited you out with their friend group for the weekend.

You naturally accepted, keen to get closer to your new friend and let loose for the weekend after working your ass off as usual. Who wouldn't be?

Suguru of course, leaps at the opportunity to get you as inebriated as possible. Just who were you under that carefully crafted exterior you liked to wear? and so, he makes a childish bet with you under the guise of "seeing if you can get down with the big dawgs" and you in your pride had not turned down the challenge.

You barely remember the night, but you know it ended with all of his friend's numbers in your phone and you and Suguru feeling closer to one another.

Funnily enough, somehow Suguru had forgotten his original intentions with you since that night, filling his appetite with other easier ladies. Yet he had found himself content to hang out with you, even if it was just chilling out at his and doing absolutely nothing. It's just as he's noticing how much your presence comforts him and he values your friendship that he remembers...in the middle of you talking about a guy you had hooked up with. "-and he was just so loud! like you would've thought he was dying or something...which is crazy because, like, hellooo we're in a dorm that you share? at least have some respect for the other people who live here! and that's another thing, did i mention that his roommate asked-"

"-you out right after? yes. i think that's the third time now," thank God for Shoko, cutting your ramblings off with a teasing grin. She leans back against the patio couch, cigarette hanging limply from her mouth, scent of tobacco in the air. "just tell me, how was it out of ten?" she drawls Suguru, not so discreetly listening in from his spot leaning against the banister, turns his head to face you for the first time since the conversation started, eyes keenly watching your facial expression when you roll your eyes up to think, pursing your lips. The cool spring air blows the outdoor curtains inward, the leaves blowing a comforting background to friendly conversations. "eh, 'bout a five i guess? about the same," you reply after a beat, shrugging and taking a long swig of your drink. Suguru absently follows suit, his buzz starting to blur between drunk and not quite there. It's not until Shoko speaks up again that he realizes the implications of what you'd said. "the same as what?" she leans forward, discreetly cutting her eyes to gauge Suguru's reaction, a subtle raising of her brows at him making him squint his eyes at her, to which she flips him off. He knew he shouldn't have told her about you when you first met. shit.

"um, as..always?" you wipe your mouth after you've finished gulping down the rest of your beverage, blinking slowly as you set the can on the table. "i dunno, like the same as everyone else s'been, y'know?" your words feel like honey in your mouth, licking your lips when you look back to Shoko, her eyes intense and calculating. "you mean to tell me, of all the people you've had sex with, you rate every single one of them a five?" Shoko's disbelief is evident in her tone, a slight slur in her words form her own inebriated state.

Suguru scoffs, you wouldn't have that problem if you were with him.

wait, what?

Shoko laughs incredulously when you respond with a drunken "well, there've been some zeros", a thoughtful pout on your lips.

When you lean your head back against your chair, Shoko looks at Suguru fiercely and he bristles, walking over to pick up the discarded bottles and cans from the table. "that's just wrong," he shakes his head, taking the trash inside, your drunken giggle following him as he leaves.

five out of ten? every time? just what kind of guys were you letting fuck you? he could have you shaking before he even pulled his dick out, couldn’t you see that? why hadn’t you come to him?

he's just finished sorting the recyclables when he hears you and shoko walk into the house, closing the sliding door behind you and sprawling on the couch together. "it's not even that i don't find sex enjoyable, it's just like, a lot of work. and clearly i don't trust these dudes -which, yes, is a deeper issue all on its own- but it's not like i'm bagging sex gods or anything either, y'know..." you trail off for a moment, and Suguru walks in to see the two of you cuddled up on the couch, you laying on Shoko's chest. "ugh! i should just go for a girl.." you mumble, Shoko's boisterous laugh jostling the two of you, looking over your head to wiggle her brows at Suguru as if to say 'mma steal yo girl'. Suguru rolls his eyes, cocking his hip. You suddenly look up from Shoko's chest, a pout on your pretty lips as you look up at him. "Suguruuu, lemme stay over, i'm too drunk." you whine, looking up at him through your lashes. He hums, cocking a brow unimpressed. "what's the magic word?" hand to his ear as if he couldn't hear. you jump from your perch on top of Shoko, pushing off of her stomach and ignorant to the "oof" she groans out, stumbling over to Suguru, you crane your neck to look at him, hands together pleadingly. "pretty please? oh benevolent and kind soul would you please allow me to stay over?" you beg dramatically. from this angle, this close, Suguru can make note of the flush on your cheeks, pretty lips pouting as you beg. your brows upturned prettily and eyes glassy from the haze of alcohol. he can almost imagine you exactly like this on your knees in front of him, begging him to fuck your throat with his cock until you're crying for real. He feels his cock give a weak twitch in his pants, the alcohol swimming in his blood preventing the heat coiling in his stomach from having too much of an effect on him.

Suguru blinks rapidly to clear the image from his mind, clearing his throat and smiling sharply down at you, apples of his cheeks turning his eyes to crescents. "you may, insisgnificant peon." Your loud whoop makes him wince, though the expression easily melts from his face when you're throwing your hands in the air and wrapping them around his body, his large arms dwarfing your figure.

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An hour later finds you and Suguru cleaning up the remnants of your little get together, Shoko having just left to her own place. Him washing the dishes and you drying. You'd made it your mission to focus on your task diligently, lest you look down at how his forearms flex, the veins of his hands popping under the translucent soap suds that stick to him.

You're still pleasantly buzzed from earlier, swaying to the soft music playing from the television and humming along to the tune. You've just finished with the plate in your hand when you turn back to Suguru for the next, not noticing that he'd already finished and turned the sink off, dark eyes watching you intently. "what. is there something on my face?" you ask absently, drying your hands on the towel and turning to hang it over its hook. You look back to Suguru when you see the motion of his head shaking from your peripheral. "you okay? what're you all quiet for?" your brows furrow in concern, stepping closer to place a hand on his arm comfortingly. He's quiet, eyes flicking over your face in a moment that seems to drag on forever, an emotion you can't place starts to unfurl in your chest and you nibble at the inside of your lip nervously. "s'nothin, you need some clothes to sleep in?" he finally murmurs, tucking a tuft of his bangs behind his ear. He steps to the side of you, walking past to the direction of his room. You follow behind, replaying the moment over in your head before brushing it off, "yes, please." standing in the doorway of his bedroom as he gathers a tee shirt and some large pants for you to sleep in. you take advantage of the fact that he can't quite see you from where he's reaching into his closet, watching closely at how his hair cascades over his back, inky black looking so soft to the touch. he turns back just as your eyes trail over the side profile of his face, only having a moment to admire the slope of his nose and the way his pillowy lips-

"here, you can change in here." he says softly, pushing the fabrics into your arms and touching your arm as he grazes passed you to exit the room, closing the door with a soft click.

once you've finished changing and used some of his mouthwash, you step out of the room, walking over to where he sits on the plush couch, already with blanket and pillow set out. he glances up from his phone, smiling softly. "ready for bed? you can take my room after i finish changing yeah?" he stands, but before he can walk past you, you grab his arm gently, "you don't have to do that Sug, i'll be fine on the couch." you argue, breath hitching when he presses into your space, large hands coming up to rub your shoulders soothingly. "of course not, i'll take the couch, and you take my bed." he tries in a tone that implies he won't take no for an answer. but, you're stubborn and a little drunk, so naturally you put up a fight.

"no way, dude. it's your bed and i like the couch," your brow ticks in annoyance, looking up at him with a small pout and scowl, almost faltering at the way his eyes seem to darken at your back talk, but standing your ground nonetheless. there's a tense moment of silence, the two of you engaged in a heated staring contest when the corner of his mouth twitches and he steps back from your space with scoff. without another word, he walks into his room and shuts the door, and you smile in triumph before slipping under the blanket on the couch and getting comfortable. your eyes flick up at the sound of his bedroom door clicking open, him now having changed into his sleeping clothes, hair taken down from his ponytail. you watch from your bundle on the couch as he stalks over to you slowly, coming around the couch to stand over you. leaning back to look up at him, you only have a moment to open your mouth to speak when the blanket is ripped from your body, a screech leaving your throat when you're tugged up off of the couch and thrown over his shoulder. "Suguru what the fuck! put me down you scoundrel," you slap at his back and kick your legs, attempting to squirm from atop his shoulder when you're thrown unceremoniously onto his bed, landing with an "oof". you sit up angrily, ready to give him a piece of your mind when a large hand shoves at your shoulder, effectively pinning you to the bed. you look up to see Suture kneeling above you, his long hair hanging like curtains over your face, some long strands tickling your neck. his hand is hot through your borrowed shirt, pressing his weight against you to keep you down. he speaks clearly, minty fresh breath fanning over your face when he leans in close "you. sleep on. the bed. got it?" he looks down through the curtain of his hair, eyes dark and jaw clenched. your mouth hangs open in shock, swallowing hard at the way his eyes bore into your own, hard as steel.

"alright then," you breathe, feeling your face warm at the slight growl that had creeped into his voice, and if it weren't for the heavy hand on your shoulder the look in his eyes would've frozen you in place. he smiles softly, sitting back and taking his hand off of you, getting off the bed and walking towards the bedroom door. "goodnight." he says over his shoulder, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

after a stunned beat, you crawl beneath the covers, the scent of Suguru permeating your senses as you snuggle into his pillow. you replay the moment in your head, thinking back to how his voice had sounded when he commanded you to do as he asked, the look in his eyes sending a thrill up your spine, heat once again coiling in the pit of your stomach. heart hammering in your chest, you whisper into the dark room, gripping the comforter tightly.

"what the fuck."

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to be continued :3

[adumbratrapedme]

Tsukishima x reader | teen pregnancy series. | Feeling the baby kick

characters: tsukishima | wc idk | genre. pure fluff !|cw/tags. fluff, teen pregnancy. teen pregnancy series masterlist here!

It had been a couple more weeks since that moment—When you found out you were having a baby boy! <3. You wouldn’t say everything was perfect between you and tsuki, but for someone who’d initially greeted the news with cold skepticism and biting sarcasm, he’d come a long way. He was present, attentive in his own awkward way, and, dare you say, trying.

Today was one of those rare afternoons when the two of you had nothing pressing to do. You’d agreed to meet at your house to fold some baby clothes Yamaguchi had dropped off. Tsukishima sat cross-legged on your bed, fiddling with a baby onesie in his hands.

“This one’s hideous,” he muttered, holding up a bright yellow outfit covered in ducks.

“It’s adorable,” you countered, taking it from him and setting it aside. “And practical, I bet our little dino egg will love it....”

(dino egg was a little nickname u guys came up for the baby, taken from this fanfic here)

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, grabbing the next outfit in the pile. You were leaning back against the headboard, rubbing your stomach absentmindedly. Lately, the growing bump made it harder to get comfortable.

As Tsukishima moved to fold another outfit, you froze. There it was—a flutter.

Your eyes widened as your hand pressed against your stomach. “Oh!”

Tsukishima’s head snapped up at your reaction, his brows furrowing. “What? What happened?”

You grabbed his wrist without thinking, guiding his hand to your stomach. “Just wait.”

He blinked, his usual skepticism creeping into his expression, but he stayed silent. Seconds ticked by, and just when you thought you’d imagined it, there it was again—a small, distinct kick.

Tsukishima’s hand jerked slightly, his eyes widening. “Was that—”

You nodded, a giddy smile spreading across your face. “That was him, he's kicking.”

He stared at your stomach, completely still, as if moving would scare the baby away. His mouth opened, then closed, like he wasn’t sure what to say.

“It feels so fucking weird,” he finally laughed, but his tone was softer than usual. "feels like he's going to come out of you, like that one alien scene" (click here if u dont know wich one!)

“It’s magical kei! not a horror thing,” you corrected, your hand resting over his.

For a long moment, the two of you just sat there, his hand warm and steady against your bump. Tsukishima’s thumb brushed over your shirt, the smallest smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I didn’t think I’d feel it this early,” he admitted quietly.

You glanced at him, noticing the way his usual stoic demeanor seemed to crack, letting something tender peek through.

“It makes it more real, doesn’t it?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his gaze still fixed on your stomach. “Really real.”

His voice was quiet, almost reverent, and for a moment, you let yourself take him in—this boy who had been so distant, so guarded, now sitting with you, feeling your child move for the first time.

“Hey, dino kid” Tsukishima said suddenly, leaning down slightly, his voice low and soft. “Can you not kick your mom so hard later? I don’t want to hear her complain.”

You smacked his arm lightly, laughing. “Wow, Kei. So thoughtful.”

His lips twitched into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Instead, he stayed like that for a while, his hand still against your stomach, as if committing the moment to memory.

When he finally pulled away, he looked at you—really looked at you—and said, “We’re gonna figure this out. Okay?”

Your throat tightened, and you nodded. “Okay.”

And as the baby kicked again, like they were agreeing too, you felt it—the unspoken promise between you. You weren’t alone in this, not anymore.

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[jannythewriter-pt2]

Collage Feels Pt5

Warning ⚠️: Angst, NSFW

You and Connie had been taking things slow, learning each other, touching each other, loving each other…. That was until this morning. You woke up in your shared collage dorm apartment and you two had started arguing. “Idk why tf it’s not okay for me to go to that party tonight, I haven’t been out in a while and I want to go with my homegirls?! How’s that not okay?” You said upset. Yes you love your time with Connie but you wanted to spend some time with your girls, was that too much to ask?

“You don’t need to go to that party mami it’s dangerous, what if someone tries something with you huh?! Tf you gon do then?” he raised his voice a lil. “Don’t fucking talk to me like that, I’m a grown ass woman I can do what the fuck I want?!” You said not backing down at all. “Fine do what the fuck you want, you wanna go fuck other dudes you can go do that too” he said bitterly. “EXCUSE ME?!” after that you both get to yelling, you don’t want to fight with him, and yelling wasn’t something you liked either.

He had said something he shouldn’t have, he said that maybe you wanted to go to the party so you could go back to your ex because apparently he was supposed to be there. Knowing all the trauma he put you thought, how bad he had hurt you, it brought back memories you wanted to forget. Connie knew this, he realized what he said after he said it.

“Mami I-“ you cut him off “save it” you had tears running down your face. You grab your keys and your card and leave the apartment, “fuck” he said standing in the middle of the living room, he knows he fucked up.

That night instead of going to the party, you stayed at Mikasas dorm and cried on her shoulder for hours. Eren and mikasa lived together so he wanted to know what was going on. You told him and he wasn’t happy.

He had called Connie and asked him what his problem was and why he said the shit he said. Everyone in the group had known how bad your ex had treated you, so this wasn’t something he could just brush off.

“Fuck man I know I messed up, I know I shouldn’t have said it, I didn’t mean it I was just so fucking angry” he said sounding just as upset as I was. Even sighed and said “you can’t say everything that comes to your mind, what you did was horrible and you need to make it up to her”.

The very next day Connie had texted you. “Baby please come home, I wanna apologize for what I said to you”. You read it and don’t respond for about an hour but mikasa had forced you to respond, if you don’t it would make the situation worse and you knew that.

You typed a simple “fine” then got your stuff, said your goodbyes, and left. When you got back home to the apartment, not only was it clean, but there were rose petals and candles everywhere.

Connie came to the door and held your face. “I’m sorry for what I said. I’m sorry I hurt you, I know I had no business saying some dumb ass shit like that….. please forgive me” he’s so sincere. He rarely apologizes to anyone but you and you know that this is hard for him.

“You know how I felt about that shit, you know that situation was fucked and you still said something….. you can’t just say things like that, it’s so disrespectful” you said upset. “I know mami, and I’m sorry. I only said it cause I was upset I promise I didn’t mean any of it…… please let me make it up to you…. please baby…. Let me take it off your mind”.

And he did, he had put you in the counter, ripping your sweats and underwear off in one go, spreading you on the kitchen countertop. “There she is, so pretty” he waste no time and starts eating you like he hasn’t eaten in weeks.

“Ooooo fuck baby yes” you moan, one thing about your man, he could eat pussy like a pro. You move your hips on his face so you can get all of it. He puts two fingers in and pushes them in and out, watching how your face bunches up.

“I’m gonna cum baby” you cry out but he stops “why’d you- mmh~” he slapped his pink tip on your pretty pussy before you could finish your sentence. “Lemme show you how sorry I am”. When he pushes in, you already feel it. His fat tip bullying its way into you without mercy.

“Fuck baby it’s so good shiiiit” you scream out, he’s usually gentle most times but he’s so rough right now. “That’s right mama, take that dick…. Look at it, she’s creaming for me already fuuuk” he moans out. A thick ring of cream was forming at the base of his dick. He thought it was so pretty the way you were cumming for him already. “That’s right mama, nut on that dick”.

He takes you to the bedroom where he drills you in from behind. He’s pulling your hair so he can look at those pretty eyes roll back as he beats that pussy up. You’re trying to talk but you can’t, he finds your G spot and starts pounding you even harder.

“Fuck I’m cumming daddy” and you do, you make a pretty mess right on his sheets and he loves it. He’s not done though, he puts you on your back and tilts your head down to look at where you two connect. “Tell me where you want it mama” he moans out, “nut in this pussy baby” you say barley keeping it together.

“F-fuck don’t say it like that mama, might get you pregnant if you keep talking like that, fucccck~” his pace becomes erratic as he’s close, and then you feel it. “Shit I’m coming baby, oh fuck~” he shoots his load inside you and you swear you can feel it in your stomach. There’s so much it’s flowing down the sides of his dick. You feel so full, like there’s no space left in you. Your back arches up because you’re still feeling it. “Fuck it’s so much” your legs are shaking.

After he tells you how amazing you were for him, you two shower and go to bed. The next morning you wake up with breakfast in bed and some flowers, he said he was gonna make it up to you, and he meant it.

[marzipanilla]

RAGE ! heh. yah.

To just veer off bc I have been rewatching this channels stuff lately - Batman stuff ! (x)

On to the rambles.

Yeah it just felt like every single character came out of the woodwork JUST to say 'wink wink nudge nudge we KNEW you two crazy kids would figure it out eventually!' and ?? why ??? why ?? why did you feel the need for their EXES specifically to give them the go ahead, to even shove them towards it even?? I just ?? surely they have other shit to talk about? Not to mention Rex and Eve's we are traumatized teens bonding was way more interesting then their very shitty romance!

I hate the fucking while I was dying I was thinking of you line too. Yes Mark. When you are panicking and freaked out, clearly that is when your mind is most clear. please. dear god. amid the ethics courses you should have been taking, a few ones about psychology and trauma response would also be good, yes?

lol Hannibal. Yeah. I agree. I love Mads' interview where he like Hannibal is the happiest man I have ever portrayed : ) and its like. he's right tho. That man IS having the time of his life and his falling in love, he is having a GREAT time. beautiful show. need to rewatch it soon.

I was talking to someone else and they compared the whole Eve and her parents situation to 'I wont be gay in the house but you can't stop me from being gay outside' and like. ugh. it really is tho. WHY are you still there. WHY are you so determined to make THESE people your family. You know you were (unknowingly adopted) they AREN'T your only option anymore. You aren't 12. You had TT ! (supposedly) You have NEW friends now!! Stop going back to these people!!

The UTTERLY SILENT (I do like the choice but it is also funny that all that happens is literally without a voice) and completely undiscussed by the main 'moral' force of the show maybe villains have REASONS for what they do opening ??? yeah it was great but it also feels so 'lol look at whats going on in the background! no one will ever realize how complex these situations can be!!' anyway here's Oliver being fucking stupid.

Like yeah, I loved the GoG breakdown/breakup in ep 3, as like a we all need to discuss autonomy and accountability and the messed up world we live and people are both right and wrong- but any of the personal-ness to it is ABSENT bc again.. we have rarely seen these people do anything. Stop calling them your family Samson! NONE of you know each other !! Also him calling out Rudy for playing the odds and then acting like he's all fond of him is wild. Amanda being so thrilled this 19 year old girl is marrying her boss is insane. AND Immortal just invited his own ass back, that shit is hilarious. You know that fucker would make anyone asking to come back jump through hoops.

I have played a bit with the idea of danger blind Debbie and it just.. it makes enough sense to me. Her response to terrible shit happening just being like 'well this is annoying : /' while everyone else is freaking out. I feel like Nolan would have been like ??? squishy human not afraid ??? and Debbie's response like ?? you think you're special bc you can kill me?? literally anything could kill me ! Why should I be afraid of you just bc you're fast and strong? A slow person with an air filled needle could get me !! and Nolan just having to be like : / Okay. I guess I see your point.

Look I find the over all narrative and some of the characters fascinating enough that I WANT to engage with and talk about this media, but honestly, I am such a hater and I don't even try not to be xD Invincible is my BUT YOU COULD BE GOOD IF YOU WERE GOOD fandom fr. 'star wars would be great if it wasn't star wars' is a thing I've seen half-jokingly get thrown around and for me its 'Invincible could be good if they weren't adhering it to the comic' lol

TBH I started a 'Cecil basically becomes Mark's parental figure' story that would take place in my Liar Liar/Man Who Played Wolf AU, but I ended up disliking it so I never really went back to salvage it. Maybe I just need to refocus and honestly just make it about Cecil : /

Honestly given a number of the dumb things the GDA gets up to I wonder how good they are at strategizing lol Like.. I really hoped they would leave out the 'we knew Nolan was lying FROM THE START!' thing, bc.. okay... he's a viltrumite. You have only just recently barely found anything that could hurt them... but... like... 20 years on the planet... and not only did you find nothing you didn't WARN anyone ? like ? where's the contingencies ??? Also I will never get over them not giving that astronaut a medical check up, just so he could go puke up more aliens into his sink. Sometimes I also think they deliberately prevent heroes from getting access to education bc the moment one of those fuckers learns how to strategize then you're ACTUALLY fucked, bc they really do make some dumb decisions in battles. constantly.

Yapping bug ! time for the yappings !!

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[binnybinnychickendinny]

goalies talking about goalie things in jan 11th's game against cbj <3

[dykedvonte]

wanted to say I appreciate your nuanced takes on MW and especially Curly. i don't get the claim that the fandom is full of Curly apologists when majority (esp yt and tiktok) say he's worse than Jimmy. Yes there's commentary about bro culture defending people, he def messed up in trying to placate Jimmy (tbh "we'll fix this" sounded more like trying to keep someone prone to outbursts like Jim calm and not hurt Anya/himself) but I don't think he did nothing to help Anya, since she continued to confide in him and he had less than a week to resolve it before the crash (I also don't get everyone saying he knew for ages when it seems like Anya told him that same week). I get Jimmy's a pos but saying stuff like Curly should've known he'd crash the ship or that Jim had a criminal record he ignored, reducing them to obviously horrible villain and willfully ignorant sidekick feels like a disservice to the game. If your best friend turned out to be horrible, what would you do in a confined space in the span of a few days to respond? I'd say some of the horror comes from trying to do good but ultimately failing, Curly's state after the crash is meant to be tragic horror not revenge/punishment

Thank you and this is what I want to get across.

A lot of information we have to supplement when it comes to how long things have been happening on this current ship. I think people try to add on to the horror and negligence by making things more obvious so it can feel like it was easier to avoid when, true to life, its not. Jimmy clearly didn't deserve or appreciate what Curly did for him in getting him the job, but do you think if Jimmy was that big of a menace on Earth he would've given him a position where he could have that level of power over people's lives? There's something in the fact he specifically chose to pick a position so close to himself where he could watch Jimmy.

I hate the bro code argument because that is a whole can of worms people really don't get. That sort of mentality is born from the general respect and preference of male matter over female ones. Curly is clearly not that guy, he is absent minded about the issue and inadvertently dismissive but he clearly believes Anya, he just can't understand what she's going through. It's an onslaught of information that no one really reacts right to. Additonally, the entire discussion of her assualt plays to heavy into the idea that there is fault outside of the perpertratior when it comes to SA. It's too close if she only did this or if Curly had protected her better but the fact of the matter is Jimmy did what he did. He did it before any of the conversations with Anya about it and it's why her behavior seemed to change so drastically in those last two days.

He has other conflicting thought and while his role as a Captain should've taken over, people act like it's not a very human thing to have such a toxic presence cloud your judgement. It is never easy to separate friend from coworker once that connection is formed, you want to help them, especially if they were friend first and for a long while like in this case. It's not right, but people act like it would be easy when the game clearly points out that no choice is easy to make, especially when you have to make it for more than one person. You have the weigh the consequences, look at all the options and make a plan. People can headcanon and decide how long things where happening, but if we look at what we were presented through the characters eyes, the only person given time to do that was Jimmy.

He waited two months after the crash to appoint himself Captain. Every time a problem was brought up he immediately took action and refused to sit on it and find a better solution. I think it's important to look at the warped way Jimmy takes initiative where Curly didn't as it works as a good contrast of why you don't just run in to "fix" things. The quickest and easiest option may not be the safest or most beneficial. I think some thoughts on the game suffer from the black and white thinking the game doesn't operate on along with us being voyeurs. We see what exactly led to what but the characters don't. They don't have the hindsight and foresight we do and even ours is scrambled by the non-linear story telling.

Like it's hard to talk abuou those grey zones without sounding like an apologist because you're explaining why taking responsibility isn't easy. It's not and it's weird to act like it would be in a scenerio that led up to the events of the game knowing what we know. We see all these characters in such isolated moments with various things before, in between, after and even during we aren't privy too. The idea that Jimmy is worse than Curly heavily banks on the words Jimmy was saying to Jimmy before he crashed the ship. That whatever happened on the ship was his responsibility to bare, which is true due to his position. But, are they not still not responsible for taking the actions Curly then must bare?

Like i feel like people think that these are situation that become easier with age or when you are in a postion of authority and they aren't. You don't lose your biases or gain some sudden knowledge that makes it easier. It just becomes more tiring as you keep dealing with it. I would be first in line to say Curly fucked up and should've done more but the idea he knew how bad it could get or he really saw the worst in the people around him and ignored it pretty much ignores a huge aspect of his character and the game.

[alpacacare-archive]

its DESTINY

[blushy-tigerrr]

vent in tags sorry

cw: mention of loss

[abelllia]

going feral over “shit that isn’t even remotely canon and will likely never be confirmed as such” again (barnabas bennett being an almost-anchor to jonah that jonah willingly threw away)

[afniel]

AH I REMEMBERED WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY EARLIER but it's kind of stupid, lmao.

So my partner is getting into brewing beer and I got them a Tilt, which is a Bluetooth hydrometer. It measures specific gravity and temperature, which are things you want to know so that you don't kill your yeast or whatever. Except the sensor's Bluetooth range is super short, and it basically runs via a phone app, and the temperature we're logging currently is the crawlspace, accessible via the staircase closet. So they were like, wait, what do we do about this, because I can't leave my phone in the closet, that's my alarm clock.

In a kind of ridiculous turn of life imitating art, I was like, hold up, I got just the thing right at my desk. Bam. Old phone. We just needed to scrounge up a charger because the battery is so dead that after charging just enough to power on it claimed it was at 53% (to be fair to it, there is a very real chance that it's correct, and it just holds no charge at this point so the capacity is just THAT low) and now it lives in the closet logging sensor data.

And I was like, you know...didn't I just solve a major story detail with a much larger version of this...yeah, no, this is all vaguely familiar somehow, power supply issues and all. Kind of cool that the concept works though. Kind of weird that it came up at all?

We are not gonna talk about the fact that I still have at least two more ancient-ass phones in a drawer where that came from because look, man, sometimes you just need a camera/mic/mini computer with Bluetooth and wifi that fits in a pocket, and people just get rid of these things, but not me. I actually could build a shitty security system out of them if I was reaaaally inclined. I mean. I'm not. But it's technically possible.

For real though, If I pick up any stupid maker projects I still high-key am thinking about slapping Bluetooth into a necomimi headset and running that through an Arduino and learning to code just enough to let me skip songs/change the volume on Spotify with my brain, because it's entirely doable, and I mean yeah I could do that on my phone remotely too, but that's not funny, now, is it. I'm just not sure it's $350+ of parts funny. Kind of a big investment just to prove the point that haha look I am the extremely ADHD type of lazy where I would rather solve a problem via the most convoluted and complicated Rube-Goldberg type ass machine way possible rather than just perform a single simple action.

YEAH I'VE BEEN THIS SCATTERED ALL DAY AND I REALLY SHOULD GO TO BED SHOULDN'T I. I started playing Satisfactory. Mistakes were made. I'm going to dream about conveyor belts again and I did it to myself...

[gumy-shark]

i Love seeing posts and tagging my mutuals. like hey friend! i saw this and thought of u! i hope u like it!