#mydei

[zephyrine-gale]

drawing one mydei a day until he comes out - the fallen angel

[samuraseiichi]

castorice writing poetry abt how close phainon and mydei are was not on my 3.2 bingo but

[freyzrc]

34. [wip] no 3.2 spoilers please, thanks!

[cspcrashing]

rejoice, for you have doomed a lover

[ngkhyn]

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒, － 𝒻𝓉． ℳ𝓎𝒹ℯ𝒾𝓂ℴ𝓈．

☆ tws : nsfw/smut. fem!reader, brat x dom dynamic, no preparation, implied dubcon, multiple of rounds, degradation, sub!reader & dom!mydei, unprotecte sēx, creampie, spanking, breeding kink, rough penetration and mild overstimulations.

You knew what you were doing.

Every little whine. Every exaggerated sigh. Every sway of your hips when you leaned just a little too far forward. You weren’t subtle—hell, you didn’t want to be.

"Mydei," you drawled, voice thick with teasing sugar. "You’re staring again. Can’t help yourself, huh?"

He didn’t say anything right away. Just tilted his head slightly, golden eyes locked onto you with that same unreadable look that always made your stomach flutter. He had that smile—the one that wasn’t really a smile, just the promise of something cruel wrapped in calm.

"You think I haven’t noticed what you’re doing?" he said finally, voice low and even.

You smirked. “What what am I doing?”

"You’re being a brat," he corrected, standing slowly. "But if you’re so desperate for attention…"

You didn’t even get a chance to act innocent. His hand closed around your wrist, pulling you in fast—his body warm, solid, impossible to resist. Your breath caught as your back hit something behind you, and he didn’t waste time.

His hand slipped under your skirt. You gasped, lips parting as his fingers brushed your soaked slit, panties already a mess.

"Already wet?" he murmured, golden eyes flicking up to yours. "You’re so easy it’s almost boring."

"I’m not boring," you snapped, even as your hips tilted into his hand.

"No," he agreed, pushing the damp fabric aside and running two fingers along your pussy. "You’re needy."

Your knees wobbled, and he just watched—so calm while you fell apart from a little teasing. Then he unzipped his pants.

You swallowed hard.

His cock was already hard, flushed, heavy in his hand as he stroked it lazily in front of you. Your thighs pressed together instinctively.

"You don’t deserve prep," he said, tone casual. "You want it raw, don’t you?"

You nodded, too quickly. "Please…"

He grabbed your hips, dragging you down onto him in one smooth motion. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, eyes rolling back as his cock stretched you open deep and fast. It hurt just a little—just enough to make your toes curl.

"Too much?" he asked, golden eyes watching you like a predator.

You shook your head, even though you were already trembling. "No—nngh—f-feels good..."

"You’re shaking."

"I like it," you whined, clinging tighter. “It’s s-so good…”

He started to move. Slow at first—deep, grinding thrusts that dragged along every sensitive spot inside you. Your pussy clenched, messy and dripping, each push of his cock hitting so deep you could barely form a thought.

"You act like you’re in charge,” he muttered, lips brushing your ear, “but look at you now.”

You whimpered, moaning into his shoulder. “M-Mydei…”

“I could keep you like this all day. Dumb and wet around my cock, begging for more. Is that what you want?”

You nodded frantically, words gone, hips moving on their own as he sped up. The sound of skin against skin was loud—sloppy, wet, your pussy fluttering with every hard thrust.

"Mydei," you gasped, voice high and shaking, "I—I'm close—"

"No," he said firmly. "Not yet."

You whined—loudly—but he didn’t stop. Just fucked you harder, deeper, hips slamming against yours like he was trying to fuck the brat out of you.

"Be a good girl," he said, breath rough now, voice low and tight. "Take it. Let me use that tight little pussy."

You could barely answer. You were drooling, moaning, bouncing in his grip. You weren’t teasing anymore. You weren’t talking back. You were just holding on, eyes wide and dazed as pleasure rolled over you like a wave.

Then he groaned, jaw clenched, and you felt him twitch deep inside.

"Mydei—!"

Hot. Wet. Deep. He didn’t pull out.

Your whole body trembled as he filled you, cock throbbing inside your messy pussy. The warmth of it made your eyes flutter shut, your walls clenching hard around him as your orgasm finally hit—hard and overwhelming, soaking his cock as your thighs shook.

He held you still while you came, golden eyes half-lidded, lips barely parted.

"You are cute like this," he said softly. “Maybe I’ll keep you this way.”

You were still twitching, legs weak and shaking from the aftershocks, when he pulled out—slow, almost cruel, letting your pussy drip all over your thighs. His cum spilled out of you, warm and sticky, dripping down as your walls clenched helplessly around nothing.

"Mydei…" you whimpered, eyes glassy. "T-too much…"

He said nothing—just flipped you over like a doll.

You yelped, cheek pressed down, your back arched as he shoved your hips up. You barely had time to catch your breath before smack—his palm landed hard on your ass. Loud, stinging, enough to make your eyes water.

"Don't act like you didn’t beg for this," he growled.

You whimpered, biting your lip as he spanked you again, harder this time. Heat bloomed under your skin, the pain sharp and dizzying—but it only made you wetter, your thighs sticking together.

"Look at this messy cunt," he muttered, thumbing your folds apart. “Still leaking. You like being used like this, don’t you?”

"Y-Yes," you sobbed, pushing back into his hand. “Want more…”

"You need more," he corrected, and you felt the weight of his cock again—slick with your mess, hot against your swollen entrance.

Then he slammed into you again, no warning, no mercy.

You screamed, the sound caught in your throat as he bottomed out fast, his cock splitting you open, harder than before. Your body jolted with each thrust, your ass stinging with the leftover ache from his spanking, your pussy raw and stretched.

"That���s it," he grunted, thrusting hard and fast, like he was trying to knock the brat right out of you. "Gonna fill you up again. Stuff that pussy until it won’t leak anymore."

You moaned loud, brainless. "Please—please do—it’s yours, it’s yours—"

"Say it right," he growled, hand gripping your ass tight. "Beg for it."

"Breed me," you gasped, words slurred and desperate. "Please, Mydei—fill me up, give me more, I want it so bad—I wanna be full, I need your cum, I—"

Another smack shut you up—harder this time, sharp enough to make your whole body jump.

"You beg like a good girl now, huh?"

You nodded frantically, crying into your hands. “Yes—yes—I’ll be good, just don’t stop—don’t stop—”

"Too late," he growled, pace turning brutal, cock driving in over and over again. "You asked for this. So now you’ll take it."

Your pussy clenched tight, soaked and fluttering, stuffed full and stretched wide with every slam of his hips. Your thoughts blurred, the only thing that existed was the heat of his body, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the messy, wet slick of your pussy wrapped tight around his cock.

You felt it coming—tight, hot, dizzying. And then—

He groaned loud, thrust deep, and came again, spilling everything inside you with no restraint. His cock throbbed as he emptied himself deep in your pussy, holding your hips down so you couldn’t move, couldn’t squirm away from the warmth flooding your core.

You moaned brokenly, collapsing into the mess, stuffed full and trembling, drooling onto your arm.

"You’re gonna feel this for days," he muttered, still pulsing inside you. “And next time, maybe you’ll think twice before running that mouth.”

But you wouldn’t.

And he knew it.

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[rewuyuu]

[all-skedaddle-and-no-bop]

hai I love u, would you be able to draw a chibi mydei perhaps, maybe writing down how he's the strongest in an old library book (like in his character notes hehehehhee)

TAKE UR TIME W THIS OFC

V A N D A L I S M

[6ilvercity]

SCISSOR ME TIMBERS✂️✂️✂️👅👅👅

Their asses are NOT sparring your honour

[yahinata]

✅

[elvyn]

Mydei🍷

[tbaluver]

pairing: mydei x reader genre: fluff fluff wc. 253 a/n: hihi lovelies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ this is inspo from game of thrones! that one line from "“you have no right to a braid, you’ve won no victories yet.” anyways enjoying reading hopefully i get to post more abt him soon <3

victory.

a word he knows all too well. it is etched into his bones from years of battle and carved into his skin. the braid in his hair once symbolized triumph, a warrior’s mark earned through sacrifice, pain, and relentless perseverance. 

but those years of battles are over. the battles have quieted. the meaning of his braids has changed.

tiny hands reach up to his hair. his daughters stand on either side of him as he sits patiently, their little brows furrowed in concentration, tongues peeking out in focus. they giggle whenever the strands slip loose and cheer each other on to finish. 

he sits still, his heart full, letting them weave as they please. determination. he wonders if they get it from you or him. they are quite determined to make it as pretty as his braid but he reassures them that his braids will be nowhere as pretty as theirs.

mydei has fought many battles. he has claimed countless victories. but no victory can compare to this. waking up to the soft golden morning beside you, holding you close as the sound of his children's bubbling laughter echoes through the castle halls grow closer and closer before they tumble into bed with you both.

he would stand against the world, if it meant he could cherish more moments like these with his girls. these braids, woven by his daughter, are a sign of victory— a victory greater than any he has ever won in battle.

he has won in life itself.

[krokusplays]

/ hsr spoilers

I'm not over how Mydei's entire appearance in 3.2 is just a tragedy.

We encounter him when he's dead, he's in pain, struggling to stay strong and to not give in to the temptation of letting go.

He endures, pushes forwards so that he can continue "his protection" despite it all.

And then, before he has to leave to keep fighting(and inevitably die again), he learns that in the next life he will become Nikador, a Titan who wreaks havoc upon the world he so vehemently fights to protect in the current life.

There won't be a next life, there won't be a library he can visit with Phainon, there is just more fighting, more suffering and more death.

And given his prophecy, how he will meet his demise with a wound in his back, his entire life and story is a tragedy in every written sense of the word.

[aventoru]

calling hsr chars by their nicknames

w/ mydei, phainon, anaxa (pt.1)

warning(s) : mydei kitty cat agenda lol, anaxa is unhinged, internet slang/brainrot, all jokes tho!!

a/n : the hsr chat hasn't updated phainon/anaxa yet so i had to make my own. also since phainon and anaxa haven't had any texts this might be ooc as well...i'm not even sure if this is funny atp 😭

MYDEI

PHAINON

ANAXA

masterlist

[glassrowboat]

Sir, please, where's your shirt? You'll get your sweat in someone's food, and that's only okay if it's mine.

[duskvsdawn]

a masterpiece?! hello?!

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 , 𝐟𝐭. 𝒫ℋ𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒪𝒩 ＆ ℳ𝒴𝒟ℰℐ

★ tws : nsfw/smut, pregnant fem!reader, implied modern au, fingering, vaginal sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, poly relationship (mydei x reader x phainon), slight size kink, dubious aftercare & slight degradation. (mdni)

It started with sore tits and a missed cycle.

Then a positive test. Then two.

Now you were nearly four months along—belly starting to curve out, nipples darkening, body heavier and softer in all the ways Mydei and Phainon loved. You barely had to lift a finger anymore. Mydei was always at your side, watching you like he was ready to fight gravity itself if it made you stumble. Phainon cooked for you, massaged your ankles, talked to your stomach like the baby could already hear him.

“You look so pretty pregnant, honey,” Mydei murmured one morning, pressing up behind you as you stood at the mirror. His hands slid under your nightshirt, warm palms cupping the heavy swell of your tits. “Your body’s glowing. I wanna touch you all the time.”

“She needs rest,” Phainon said from the bed, though his eyes were dark and hungry, tracing every curve of your form. “But if you want to spoil her a little before her nap…”

Mydei nuzzled into your neck, voice sweet and rough. “Can I, baby? Just a little? Promise I’ll be gentle…”

You whimpered, the way you always did when he got like this—sweet voice, filthy hands. “Alright fine…” He helped you out of the nightshirt like you were made of silk, careful with every movement. Phainon joined you both, one hand cradling your tummy like it was holy.

“Look at you,” Phainon whispered, his lips trailing over the curve of your belly. “Carrying so well. So warm and full.”

Mydei was already between your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs, his fingers slipping past your folds with ease. “You’re always wet now,” he moaned. “Your body wants us.”

“Of course she does,” Phainon muttered, kissing your lips, slow and deep. “She was made for this. For being ours. For taking our cum.”

You didn’t even try to answer. You just moaned and let Mydei push his cock inside you, slow, careful, but deep enough to stretch you open around the thickness you’d grown so used to. His breath stuttered against your chest as he rutted into you.

Phainon stayed behind you, whispering filth into your ear, hands everywhere—stroking your clit, cradling your bump, tweaking your nipples. “You’re such a good little thing,” he breathed. “Letting us fuck you while you’re full of our baby.”

Mydei was losing control fast—hips stuttering, eyes locked on the way your breasts bounced with every thrust. “I’m gonna cum,” he gasped. “Fuck—I’m gonna fill you again. Stuff you full, even if you’re already carrying.”

“That’s fine,” Phainon purred. “She can take it. She loves it.”

And gods, you did.

Mydei was still buried deep inside you, his cock twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He hadn’t pulled out. He never did now. Not since the test came back positive.

“Stay in me,” you breathed, your voice small and needy, your hand resting over your bump. “Don’t wanna be empty.”

“Mmhh—fuck,” Mydei whimpered against your skin, trembling just slightly as he kissed along your collarbone. “You’re already full, baby… so warm in there. You make me lose my mind.”

“She likes being full,” Phainon said with a low, dangerous little hum as he knelt beside you on the bed. He reached between your legs, two fingers brushing against where Mydei was still seated inside you, lazily pressing just enough to make your pussy flutter and grip tighter around his cock. “Don’t you, (name)? You like it when we fuck you slow, keep our cum in you. Feels safe, huh?”

You nodded helplessly, moaning as Phainon teased your swollen clit with practiced, gentle pressure. “S-so safe. S’good…ngh…daddy…”

That word had both of them groaning.

Mydei pressed his hips forward again, even though he was overstimulated—cock hardening again inside you. “She said it,” he panted. “She called me daddy—fuck, Phainon, she’s gonna milk me dry.”

“She should,” Phainon said, kissing your lips sweetly, then tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. “She’s carrying our baby. She deserves to be spoiled. Filled. Loved.”

Phainon shifted down, licking slowly over your breasts, sucking at your sensitive nipples.

You cried out softly, your body already on edge. Mydei began moving again, slow, grinding thrusts that dragged delicious friction right where you needed it.

“Phainon,” you whimpered, voice breaking, “s’too much…”

“You can take it,” he whispered. “You always do.”

Mydei groaned, burying his face in your neck. “Gonna fuck you full again. Gonna keep you pregnant forever.”

And Phainon just smirked against your skin, his voice low and possessive.

“She’s not just pregnant,” he murmured. “She’s ours. And we’re never letting her go.”

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