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attic-club-sandwich · 1 year

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Summary: MC wakes one night to a familiar problem. Someone else is also awake at that hour and he comes to comfort them. A short drabble about MC getting their period for the first time since regaining their human form in the Devildom

Asmodeus x afab!MC

CW: MC has a vagina and menstruates. Period content. Blood Mentions. afab!MC x the brothers.

A/N: Here we are with another part to the Only Human series! Only 2 more of the demon brothers to go. Asmo was honestly super fun to write for, he'd be the perfect one out of the brothers to go to in your time of need. He just gets it you know? Plus I hc that he just as that stuff readily available for any human friends, etc. that may spend the night and need it.

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You sighed in frustration as you tossed and turned. You haven’t been able to sleep all night due to the discomfort you had going on in your lower stomach. These cramps were seriously going to be the death of you if you didn’t do something about it soon. Reluctantly, you leaned over to your nightstand to glance at the time on your D.D.D.

It read 1:45am.

You groaned and flung the blankets to the side and hopped out of bed. Thankfully you had your own bathroom, so you slowly stumbled your way in. The last time you checked, you hadn’t actually started your period, but the raging cramps in your abdomen indicated it was coming any moment now. You stopped to check the cupboard in the bathroom, but realized almost immediately you had no hygiene products. “..Shit.” you mumbled. You stood in front of your bathroom sink for a few minutes, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes. What do I do now? You thought. It has only been a few weeks since you’ve regained your human form, and the thought of getting your monthly cycle completely slipped from your mind. You didn’t even have any sort of pain medication, which is what you desperately needed to alleviate the cramps.

Another wave of cramping hit you as you were walking back to your room, causing you to sink to the floor. Resting your head on your knees, you began to cry in a mix of frustration and pain. You hated yourself for feeling so helpless, but you also really didn't want to bother any of the brothers with your problem. The embarrassment of trying to explain your situation to the 7 strongest Demons in the Devildom was enough to make your face burn. Your thoughts were disrupted as you began hearing noises coming from somewhere in the house. It sounded like the front door slamming shut which caused you to flinch. Who was out at this hour? You could think of at least a couple of different people, and you hoped you were right and it wasn’t some stray demon attempting to break into the House of Lamentation. As you began wiping the tears from your cheeks, you heard your D.D.D go off on your nightstand. You sniffed and got back up to your feet and made your way over to your bed again. You grabbed your D.D.D off the charger, and saw that you had a text message from Asmodeus.

Hey, MC! Do you happen to be up? I just got back from a party but Solomon didn’t wanna come hang out with me. Want to come join me in my room? ;)

You sighed, relieved that it was only Asmo coming home this late at night. You re-read his message and let out a snort as you imagined Asmo trying to seduce the sorcerer into spending the night with him. It was past his curfew, he probably had to go home and go to bed, you giggled. As you were about to type out your reply, you could hear the sound of heels clicking outside on the tile in the hallway. That’s gotta be him. Quickly, you got to your feet again and rushed over to your bedroom door. You briefly paused to listen to the footsteps getting closer as they made their way down the hallway. Cracking your door open, you poked your head out to meet Asmo as he was passing by. “Ah! MC! You scared me!” he squeaked, jumping back slightly and bringing his hand to his chest. “Oops, sorry Asmo, I heard you coming.” you giggled. “Did you get my text? I wanted to ask if you’d come spend the night with me!” he winked. “Yes, I did. I just heard you coming down the hall so I figured I'd meet you.” Asmo grinned, then his smile quickly dropped. “Wait, did I wake you? I’m so sorry!” You shook your head. “No, I've been up. I don’t actually feel very good, so I haven’t been able to sleep…” Asmo frowned. “Oh, MC, what’s wrong? Your face looks puffy from crying...” You sighed and opened your door wider, offering for him to enter your room. He gladly accepted the invitation and quickly followed you in, trying to be quiet so as to not wake the rest of his brothers.

As he shut the door, you sat back down on your bed, bringing your blanket over your lap. You glanced up at him and finally noticed the outfit he was wearing. He was in his demon form, and you couldn’t help but run your gaze over his long, slender legs, the one being slightly exposed by the cut offs in his form fitting jeans. Asmo giggled, “You like what you see, darling?” You felt your face heat up in embarrassment at being caught completely ogling the 5th Ruler of Hell. “S-Sorry!” You squeaked out. “A-Anyways. I was hoping you could help me…” you trailed off. Asmo took a seat next to you, brushing your hair back. “What is it, MC?” You hesitated before continuing. “I um, well… I got my period… and I don't have anything…and the cramps are really bad…” The Avatar of Lust gasped. “You mean you’ve been up all night dealing with this alone?” His light orange eyes shone with sadness. You averted your gaze from his and shrugged. “I mean, I’m pretty used to it…but I admit I am really embarrassed to ask you guys…” Asmo pulled you into a tight hug. “Oh honey, I am so sorry you’ve felt this way! But I can assure you, you’ve come to the right demon.” you whimpered in relief as you felt his warm embrace around you. Asmo released his grip on you and stood up. “Please, come with me. I have everything you need in my bathroom!” he held out his hand to you. You smiled and placed your hand in his and he helped you to your feet. “Thank you so much Asmo.” The 5th born smiled warmly as he led you out of your room and down the hallway. “No problem! I have friends who forget stuff all the time, so I always have plenty stashed away.” After a short walk hand in hand, the two of you made it to Asmo’s bedroom. You were always pleasantly surprised by the Avatar of Lust’s room. It was gorgeous, and you always felt relaxed by the light floral scent that lingered in the air. Asmo skipped over to his bathroom door and gestured to it. “Here you go, darling! Please take your time. Everything you need is in the cabinet above the sink. Those should hold you over until we can get you to the store!” You nodded and smiled graciously at him. “Thank you again.” Asmo winked as he took a step closer to you, placing a soft kiss on your warm cheek. “Of course! And if you need some extra pain relief, I know the perfect way to settle those cramps.”

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ryllen · 13 days

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#me after trying to level up jade birthday jacket's spell to lvl 10 #now i can't even craft furnitures without sweating blood #twst #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twst mc #twst grim #fanart #i wish sam or the canteen would take me for part time #nah all i need is for the exams to change period so i can buy thaumarks with the exam tokens #but it's a wa it #i can't believe they won't let us buy thaumark with room tokens

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lyrichi · 3 months

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mc, who is (unfortunately) on their period, coming home one day:

mammon: why do I smell blood on you

mc: because I killed a man

mammon:

mc, shutting the door behind them:

mammon: then why is the smell coming from... (gestures vaguely at mc's lower half) .....there.........

mc: I work in mysterious ways

#fuck periods #anywho #obey me crack #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me shitpost #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me mc

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solardrake · 6 months

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airplane dragons from the front

#this is really quick. i might actually make this a better lookin thing later idk #inspired by a stupid mc screenshot i took and also just. how the model looks from the front period #terminal draws #doodle #airplane dragons #oc:strata

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 2 years

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political opinion: fingers should have more joints

#not my only political opinion but. currently. my most FERVENT one #ok 2nd most fervent. actual most fervent is VOTE IN THE FUCKIN MIDTERMS U FUCKER MC FUCKENING FUCKERIST #anyway. ahem. fingers. more joints. self explanatory.#(also mostly unrelated but. when i was in. .. middle school maybe? there was a period of time where i fully believed 'Fervent' referred to #a species or genus or other grouping of mammal which included ferrets #like how Crows are a member of the Corvid family? yeah i thought Ferrets were a member of the Fervents #not my proudest moment yet i find myself oddly and ferociously proud #)#((no wait wait wait wait wait wait. FEREVENTLY proud))#(((also until relatively recently i thought it was spelled Fervant but we don't need to talk about that)))

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pursuitseternal · 6 months

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“Bites in the Night: Part 4” returns hotter bloodier than ever: a series of nsfw Astarion x Reader on the road

“Let me have that sweet ambrosia, my love…”

Astarion x F!Reader | E | 2.7K of Period sex 🩸

Summary: Remaining behind to loot your enemy, the moon is full. Your belly aches. He smells it instantly, the feast between your legs, and he just has to do something about it, for his sake and for yours.

CW: (tasteful) period sex, a ravenous vampire rogue, very attentive care and comfort, blood kink, NSFW, a bloody feeding frenzy for Astarion

A/N: Ambrosia: Ancient Greek for menstrual blood and the perfect Vampire meal😈🩸

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Night is falling, and you are nowhere near the rendezvous point. Your back, your ass, and everything in between is killing you. Astarion had to insist on looting that enemy camp. He left no chest unopened, no stone unturned. You sniff in mild irritation. Fucking rogue.

Your horse begins to slow, another thing he insisted on keeping as spoils. Two beautiful mounts to hurry back on your journey. The rest of your party is half a day ahead, but you should have been there by now.

You turn in your saddle, eyeing the packs of loot on the rump of your brown mare, and the equal amount on that beautiful black stallion your vampire rogue rides on behind you. His eyes meet yours, his mouth twisting in that irritating smirk that drips with sex. “It is quite the view, you know, watching your ass shift and bounce with every step…” his voice is loud, sultry and daring.

When it’s just you two, he hides nothing. Every little dirty thought or suggestion, he proudly voices. In fact, it’s why you’re running late. Your roguish lover insisted on replenishing his strength after the fight almost the instant you two were alone. He fed well, not to mention you just had to help each other burn off your blood running hot after battle. Nothing a quick rut in the forest didn’t fix.

But now you paid for it, your belly aches from

How deep he had taken you, the folds of your cunt swollen and sore from roughly fucking in the dirt.

You tut your tongue at him before turning back around in your seat and urging your horse forward. Faster.

But now your belly burns. Looking into the sky through the trees, you begin to see the world growing dim, bathing in the light of a full moon. That’s when you swallow.

Oh.

It isn’t just from being fucked hard after battle that your belly is sore. You look down at the tan of your saddle, your suede breeches. And sure enough, they darken.

Blood.

You groan.

And of course, Astarion knows. He urges his horse alongside yours now, brows furrowed. “I smell blood, darling, yours no less…”

You reign in your mount. This little clearing among the pines will have to do. “It’s nothing,” you shrug. You pull your cloak over your shoulder, hiding your lap from his crimson prying eyes. “You see to the tent, I’ll tend the horses. We can camp here for tonight.” You’ve decided.

“Wouldn’t it be faster if we simply ride….” he begins to argue, but the way your face screws in hot irritation makes his mouth snap shut. He arches a single brow, but he mumbles his acceptance. He slides from his horse, beginning to unlatch the bedrolls and packs from his stallion. He eyes you suspiciously when he thinks you’re not looking, but you are taking your sweet time, waiting for him to leave before you slide off your saddle. Knowing it’ll reveal the mess you have made.

At last he carries armfuls of equipment away. But you know you don’t have long. You dismount rapidly, grabbing a rag and some saddle soap, trying to work the stain from the leather.

You hurry, but you’re not fast enough. His hand comes to rest on yours, pinning you mid-swipe with the rag in hand. You watch him lean towards the leather, his nostrils flaring and his eyes observing the spots of red on the cloth. He cocks his head, a single finger slinking to lift your cloak ever so slightly. Just enough to show the stains that darken the tan of your breeches.

“You smell of blood, of ambrosia, my darling,” he purrs. Fingers now claw around that edge of your cape, holding you fast in place.

“It’s just the moon,” you grimace, trying to pull away. “Just my monthly bleeding. Nothing so delectable.”

You ache, eyeing the tent he has pitched with ridiculous speed.

But his hand only grips tighter and pulls you harder. “Darling,” he breathes, heavier than before, and you look into his eyes, they catch with the moonlight and glow their deep crimson. You watch his chest heaving, slowly but noticeable. “What am I?”

“You…” you scan him. Every muscle in his body is taught and ready to spring. Pupils dilated. Cock already bulging from his trousers. “You’re aroused?”

“Darling, what… am… I?” now he growls, his finger pointing to the two scars in his own ivory neck.

“Vampire,” you exhale, never feeling more like you are trembling before a blood-sucking monster than now.

“And what are you?” he pushes, raising the stained cloth, covered in your courses and in saddle soap to his nose. Watching him breathe deeply, fairly drooling as his eyes open again.

“Bleeding…” you reply to a look of deep approval from your lover.

“A perfect combination, I would say,” he croons as he tosses the rag at your feet. “Now, you get yourself in our tent, you rest for the slightest moment while I tend to our horses. And then you’ll find yourself in the arms of so much attentive caring, you will beg me never to stop until I’ve had my fill of your ambrosia, darling.”

You shiver, but you can’t tell if it’s from his sweet and dirty words or the fact your body is in such turmoil. Slogging your way, you manage to get into the tent, dropping your cloak and immediately reaching to unfurl the blankets and bedrolls, tossing them all over the ground. Your belly aches and your breeches stick uncomfortably. You need them off. The pressure, the stick.

Shimmying them from your waist, you keep your back to the entrance, because somehow you know he’s standing there. Watching and waiting. Maybe it’s the heavy breathing that you notice first. But you finally step out of the soiled pants, turning in nothing but your shirt to come face to face with Astarion. Your hungry vampire. The very picture of famish and yearning.

He licks his lips, eyes almost black, dilated so wide as he looks at you. His lips pull back, fangs bared, the beast barely restrained.

He crosses to you in a split second, faster than lighting, lest you forget he has already feasted on you once today. His mouth ravages yours, suffocating and consuming. As if he feeds on your air, not your blood. Fingers tangle into your hair, angling your mouth perfectly for his tongue to delve into its warm depths. His other hand grips at your back, pressing you flush against him, the hard, cool plane of his body giving you some reprieve. His touch is hard. Commanding. His hips give a little thrust where you ache. Your vision blurs, but not in pain. No, it feels… good. So good. Pushing and thrusting where your body feels like it’s tearing itself apart.

He doesn’t speak, his heavy breathing deafens you, the little growls he makes into your mouth make you somehow feel even wetter between your legs. “On the ground, darling,” he finally rasps into your kiss. One hand grips into your shirt, pulling it off you so swiftly, your skin becomes gooseflesh with it gone.

Astarion moves your body down, letting you spread yourself over his hips, sprawling himself across the haphazard bundles of blankets. He hushes you softly, “Shhh, my love. Now, you just close your eyes, and I’ll tend to everything. Every little drop of your delicious blood will be mine… if you wish?”

You nod; “Yes,” you breathe.

Large, cold hands grip into your ass, urging you forward from where you straddle him. His tongue is already licking his lips. Splaying your hands on the ground, you let him move you, your drenched cunt a banquet he will savor. You feel him as he licks you so rapidly. Wet everywhere as he centers you over his hungry mouth. Then, he really, truly feasts.

You cant your hips, both hands splayed on the ground as his grip keeps you pinned over his greedy mouth. Your arms shake, your body growing more and more rigid, taught and building and ready to burst.

He gives a light slap on your cheek, making you twitch as his tongue dives right into the center of your channel. Palms cupping you, his tongue slows its lick, languorous now, exploring more than cleaning. Attentive, exquisite pressure catching and swirling in all the right places. His hold on your rear eases, letting you swivel and buck as he licks you, your belly aching in more familiar ways. The clenching of your muscles, the throbbing in your core wants more than just to be cleaned and fed upon.

You clamber off of him, the sight of blood on his chin not unfamiliar, but that greedy, irascible glare makes your blood run cold and hot all at once. He sits up quickly, eager and hungry as he licks his bloodied lips. He will pin you down and keep feeding unless you take control, you see it in his eyes. In the ferocious appetite that claws beneath that hard, flirtatious exterior. You see it in the way his hands clench and open as he scans every inch of your flesh.

But you know what you want, what you need next. Hands tug his shirt from his waistband, pulling it from his ivory skin. “Gods, I’ve never wanted to feel you inside me more than now,” you breathe, one hand bunching the fabric of his shirt.

You use it to wipe the blood from his chin, revealing the dramatic pout of his lips. “Darling,” he tries to purr, but his voice is thick in his throat, edged with the gravelly tones of his appetite, “I was saving that for later.”

“Not if you are going to kiss me as you fuck me, my love,” you offer as lightly in reply as you can.

It makes him smile, wickedly and brimming with delight. His hands already unlacing the band of his breeches, he moves with that near-supernatural speed in his fingers. Before you even can laugh, he is on top of you, the cold, heavy weight of his body stealing your breath. You gasp to feel his cock already straining, pressing at your aching entrance. All that blood, that arousal that pools there, it makes it so easy for him to slip right in.

Groaning, he takes you, merciless, your cunt engorged. Swollen from your courses, he thrusts harder into you, filling you with the delicious drag and pressure of his cock. It presses, hard, straining against the way every muscle inside you clenches. Astarion watches your face, cautiously scanning for your every reaction. He smirks, relishing how your eyes roll and flutter, savoring the feeling of your hips bucking to take every single one of his rapid thrusts somehow deeper into your warm bliss.

He groans, his forehead coming to rest on yours, hand clutching with command into your hair. “I want to feed, my love, I want my mouth on any and every part of you,” he growls, the chill of his breath passing between your lips from where he hovers.

“Yes,” you moan, “yes, anywhere. Everywhere.”

His hand in your hair pulls you slightly, his teeth in your neck again before you even have a chance to finish your words. You shudder, feeling his taught body dancing on the edge of his control. But for as quick and hard as his fucking is, his mouth is tender on your neck. You twist to face him, catching his mouth with yours. You don’t even care as you taste yourself on his tongue. Your body is warm and numb and cradled, his tongue plunging into your mouth as his cock pummels your cunt.

So swollen, so full, so overcome, you can’t even tell when your climax begins to consume you, not until you are screaming into his mouth and clacking your teeth against his fangs. Not until your legs buckle and clutch around his hips. And not until your muscles clench harder than they ever have, even as he persists with his thrusts. His breath heavy in your mouth, grunting with each dive into the wet that comes pouring out of you. His head throws back, and you watch his own wave of ecstasy claim his pale, handsome features. His face tweaks in painful pleasure, and you watch those glowing eyes beam down at you as he eases from his climax, the smile on his mouth covered in equally crimson blood.

You breathe deeply, hand brushing gently to his neck to bring that mouth against yours once more. His kiss is tender—satisfied and soft. “Feel better, darling?” he purrs with a caress of his icy fingers against the flush of your face.

“Much,” you breathe, still relieved at the pressure of his cock deep inside you. “Thank you,” you give a little list of your hips.

“Really, darling, it is my pleasure,” he smirks, heavy lidded eyes regarding you with such intensity. Again. “There is nothing more delicious than you, my treat. I could gobble you up all night…” he taunts, a hint of mischief playing over the lines of his face. “Now, you rest, and let me tend to the cleaning…”

You look at the mess, at your bloodied clothes, relaxing to merely have to rest. He slides from you, and your body goes limp the moment he withdraws that prodding and massive length from your walls. But even as sleep begins to claim you, you feel that wet mouth lapping at you again.

Groaning, you glance between your legs, his face buried deep as he does, in fact, tend to the cleaning.

You drift off anyway, his tongue far less instant than before. But even as you rest, overcome in exhaustion, you stir hour to hour. Stirring every time he comes back to your thighs to feed again. And again. Until finally, sometime during the night, you shut your legs tight, hand reaching to shove him away. “Not until dawn,” you groan as you roll back over.

He only giggles, low and deep in his chest. His cold body lays behind you, hard and unyielding and comforting as you let the waves of sleep take you again deep into their embrace. As you rest, wrapped in his arms.

The moment light breaks, grey dawn filling your tent, a hand spreads your knees apart, throwing one leg’s sleepy weight over his shoulder as he laps and sucks from you again.

“True to my word, darling, I have waited until daylight,” he whispers, breath passing over your still aching mount.

You try to sit up, but a hand presses down on your still swollen belly. You sigh. “We will have to get moving, my love, if we are to meet the others…”

“Oh, my treat, you are in no condition to travel,” he croons between wet slides of his tongue up your thighs. “The others will just have to understand…”

“But…” your words are silenced the second his tongue delves back between your folds, making hard little circles over your clit.

“You are in no condition to have me let you out of my bed, darling,” he replies, hand pressing one leg lower against the ground, opening up your wet slick even more. “It would be dangerous to have you traveling with so much blood… You never know what monsters out there might scent you and try to claim it for their own.”

You give a scoff from your dry throat. “Like a vampire…” you groan as his tongue returns to pleasure you again for a moment.

“They, my pet, are the most demanding of all.” He grins at you, from between your legs again. “Tch,” he sucks his teeth, taunting and arrogant and handsome, “you should know better by now.”

“You are a demanding beast, you know…” you moan before you can finish your words.

“You should see me… if you were to deny me my feast, darling…” he replies between swirls of his tongue. “Now, hold still and let me have that sweet ambrosia, my sweet.”

Hips bucking a bit, letting him in deeper, you relax, luxuriating in his bed. For who are you to deny your vampire such a feast.

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Other “Bites”

Part 1: “Go back to sleep, darling…”

Part 2: “You’ll have to keep quieter than that…”

Part 3: “Daggers are a love language, my sweet…”

Ascended Astarion x Reader: “The Rogue You Were”

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strawberry-cowmilk · 8 months

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the brothers buying period products for mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, but mc is able to have periods. not proof read

content warnings: periods, this too is lowkey a joke post (the brothers have no idea what they are doing)

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Lucifer

when you ask him to buy you some period stuff he didn't think much of it, how hard could it be?

first he picks up some other stuff like snacks and maybe a plushie but then he gets to the period aisle

lucifer thought there would be one type of pad not eight whole shelves of different stuff

he didn't want to look like he had no idea what he was doing so he grabbed one thing that looked good to him and left

that thing being the thickest, longest maxi pad under the sun

Mammon

he looks up on his ddd 'how to help a menstruating human' and he goes all out

mammon goes to the mall and buys you everything that was on his phone, whether you actually need it or not

when he finally got to the period products he was shocked, he wanted to call you and ask what you usually use but he wanted to do it on his own to look good

so what does mammon do? buy every type of pad and tampon in every size, every cup, every period underwear and arrive home with five large bags full of stuff

Leviathan

he's not too happy about having to go outside but he wants to help you (he can't go ordering your stuff on akuzon)

levi actually asked you to send a picture of what product or products you usually use, it's just his luck that everything at the store was sold out and he has no idea what a good alternative is

he buys one small chocolate bar so he can leave the store with less awkwardness and calls you for help before going in again and (hopefully) getting the right thing

he adores you, but he doesn't wanna do that ever again

Satan

he thought he knew what to do but your ddd keeps getting spammed by satan sending you photos of single products asking 'is this it?'

eventually after product number 15 he gets frustrated and asks you to tell him what he needs to get

even with your instructions, satan still had to ask an employee at the store for help

after he finally got his hands on the most important stuff, he quickly gets you some snacks and a book

Asmodeus

he's been with menstruating partners before so he felt like he would be a little more educated on the matter compared to one of his brothers

asmo was wrong because this man accidentally got incontinence pads instead of pads for periods

he got the wrong thing a whopping five times so he went back and forth between the store and house a lot

if you're feeling up to it he'll let you soak in his bath to make up for taking so long

Beelzebub

he's so sweet for getting you the biggest teddy bear he could find (it was half his size) and every snack under the sun you like

but when it comes to buying the actual period product? he doesn't know what to do

like mammon he just buys a bunch of stuff hoping you find something useful

said stuff includes literal tissue paper, a sponge and a towel but also actual useful products made for periods

Belphegor

he arrives at the period aisle and just stares at the shelves for five minutes before calling you for help (he didn't even look at the stuff closely he saw a ton of stuff that looked the same to him and internally panicked)

'you need a maxi pad? what color is the box there's a lot of types. wait, blue? what font are the letters? okay I've narrowed it down to three boxes'

in the end he had a pretty good hunch of which product you needed but still felt like he did something wrong

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #gn!mc #tw periods

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raezee · 1 year

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Nightbringer Mammon

#Okay but PLEASE THIS IS ACTUALLY HIM #The first kissing scene aaaaaahhhhh #its so cute UGH #I love this man #period #obey me nightbringer #Obey me mammon #mammon #Rae #obey me mc #my mc #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #barbie #barbie movie #obey me nightbringer mammon

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 8 months

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Prompt: Just some things about the Ramshackle Prefect and Scarabia's vice-housewarden <3

Pairing: Jamil Viper × Yuu / Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff mostly, a little bit of angst

TW: NA (for now, please let me know if I should add trigger warnings and for what ^^)

Jamil is no stranger to looks of awe and envy. A large part of it is owed to his status as a servant of the Asim family, as well as being Kalim's closest friend and retainer. But when the Prefect looks at him, they look at him in awe of his skills. Of how he expertly manages to tackle every obstacle Kalim unwittingly puts in his way. Of how his hands work quickly and efficiently in the kitchen as he stirs and mixes and makes food for the entirety of Scarabia. Of how he manages to give his best (despite the limitations set upon him by his status) in everything he does. For them, his status as a servant matters little; his hardwork is seen for what it is, and appreciated genuinely.

Jamil takes good care of his looks. As Kalim's retainer, he is required to look after his appearance, lest even the slightest of mistakes bring scrutiny upon the Asim family. The gold trinkets braided into his hair are a symbol of his status and servitude, of pride and resentment, yet he finds that resentment slowly die down as the Prefect plays with the accessories, batting at them with all the curiosity and wonder of a little kitten. His voicing of the fact only gets him a playful pout from them, which leaves him a little weak in the knees and a little short of breath. He thanks his lucky stars that they are both sitting on his bed, for surely his traitorous legs would have given away underneath him had he been standing.

Jamil stays up at night, quite a lot. His responsibilities do not end when the Asim heir finally falls asleep; for some reason, they seem to increase. Between his own studying, making rounds of the dorm so that no unruly dorm members (or housewardens) sneak off in the middle of the night, and countless other tasks, it is a miracle that he even gets time to rest his ever watchful eyes. Yet he smiles each time the Prefect stumbles over to him, half-asleep as they tug at his arms and mumble that he needs to sleep and that they are not taking no for an answer (not that he would say no to such an adorable request) and goes along with what they say.

Jamil is not one to bare his heart to just anybody. It takes time and dedication to peel back all his layers, his self doubt, to truly get him to speak about everything and anything that is bothering him. Yet sometimes, sometimes things are too difficult to talk about, and Jamil is too tired to think about them. So when the Prefect opens their arms, inviting him in their soft and safe embrace, he obliges with a soft murmur that is his thanks to them. They rub his back, and Jamil cannot stop himself from melting under their wordless yet tender care, holding onto his beloved Prefect with all the strength he can muster in that moment.

Jamil is very perceptive; very little misses his keen gaze. He sees how each incident the Prefect invariably gets roped into takes away a little part of them. The light in their eyes is a little dimmer each time they meet his, and their smiles a little more forced as they gently turn down his enquiries about their health. Each matter resolved, each overblot fought saps their energy and shakes their will, and Jamil knows it is only a matter of time before they fall down like a house of cards. He can see them working themself to the bone, running on fumes and sheer determination to save all those who had endeared themselves to the Prefect. So he insists, borderline begging even, to take care of them. Even for just one day, one hour. He just wants to be there for them, the way they always are for him.

Jamil shows his care in subtle ways in public. Carrying an extra lunch for the Prefect, sitting next to them in class, helping them with their studies, all these are ways he shows his favor to them. In private, he whispers declarations of love and devotion to them, reveling in how flustered they get even as his own heart thumps loudly inside his chest. He stumbles over his words when they carefully hold one of his braids up to their lips, leaving a kiss on the dark strands while maintaining eye contact with him; a silent declaration more powerful and potent than any of his teasing words.

#twst #here goes nothing #jamil lovers come get your man #blame my period hormones and the firelit sky event for my jamil brainrot <3 #not quite happy with the last few parts but oh well #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst jamil #jamil viper #jamil x reader #jamil x mc #jamil x yuu #jamil x y/n #ice writes #twst writing #my writing

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awkward-sultana · 7 months

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"According to the criterion of stipend, the haseki, or favorite concubine, enjoyed the greatest status in the imperial harem after the valide sultan. The haseki, a slave concubine and no blood relation to the reigning sultan, ranked higher than the sultan's own sisters and aunts, the princesses of the dynasty." - The Imperial Harem: Women and Sovereignty in the Ottoman Empire by Leslie P. Peirce

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distressed-devilsitter · 8 months

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Obey me! Period Headcannons

Wrote this at 2am the other day, waiting for the motrin to kick in. Enjoy!

TW: Gender neutral mc who has periods. Descriptions of blood, pain, and the reproductive system. Light vomit warning in Asmo's part.

As always, minors DNI 🔞.

Lucifer

Of course Lucifer knows what a period is. He was there when father designed humans, after all.

Periods, however, were not his idea.

Sadly, Lucifer was out voted when it came to designing the human reproductive system. Michael said something along the lines of "sin" and "punishment" but Lucifer had stopped listening at that point.

When Lucifer is informed that the exchange student menstruates, he pulls out all the stops.

The House of Lamentation is fully stocked with every period product imaginable. Pads, tampons, diva cups...

Lucifer's goal is to make your stay in the Devildom as comfortable as possible.

Lucifer deeply cares for you, but he's not great with emotions. If you have mood swings or, Diavolo forbid, cry, he'll cave to any demand.

7/10, he'll get you whatever you want on your period. Just pout a bit and he's yours.

Mammon

A w h a t

You have to sit Mammon down with an encyclopedia, several diagrams - the works. Mammon might have been around when Lucifer and father created humans, but that doesn't mean he was paying attention.

He has so many questions. This happens every month? There are cramps? It can be different colors? Indulge him, mc, he wants to learn!

Mammon becomes very concerned if you're in pain while menstruating. He'll push motrin into your hands and give you his heating pad.

From that moment on, Mammon keeps spare pads and ibuprofen in his bag. He'll give them out to anyone who needs it.

Wings? Extra long? Super absorbent? Whatever you need, Mammon is your guy!

10/10, we all need a Mammon in our lives.

Levi

His knowledge of the reproductive system comes entirely from anime.

While some shows are excellent at normalizing periods, other have...more questionable content.

As a result, Leviathan has some strange and vaguely outdated notions about periods.

For example, he'll treat you like Nightbringer Satan on the first few days of your period. He's hesitant to approach you, and leaves offerings of chocolate. It would be cute if it wasn't so insulting.

Sit this introvert down and have a heart-to-heart conversation with him. Be honest with how his behavior makes you feel, and he'll change his ways.

If that doesn't work, have him watch episode two of Please Tell Me! Galko-Chan. He'll shape up quickly.

5/10, most likely to believe that it's "that time of the month" whenever you're upset.

Satan

Satan knows what periods are, but his knowledge is purely theoretical. He's never been around a menstruating human before.

He ends up treating you like a science experiment. Depending on how close you are, he'll ask slightly invasive questions. How heavy is your flow today? How are your cramps? Here, MC try this herb, he's done some research and -

Is he feeding off your anger?

Wait. You know that look. It's the one Beel has when he sees food. How Belphie looks before he compells someone to slip into a dark, dreamless slumber.

Feel free to hand him over to Lucifer at this point. He'll hang in the HoL for so long, you'll start to think he's part of the decor.

If you're in a romantic relationship with him? The difference is night and day. He's ready with chocolates, extra pads, motrin...the works!

Either a 0/10 or a 10/10. How he treats you depends on your relationship.

Asmo

Asmodeus has been fucking humans since time immemorial. He knows what a period is and how the human reproductive system works.

He also probably has a few mini-mes running around, but that's neither here nor there.

Look, hun, he loves you, but he's not great with...bodily fluids. He'll pull back your hair if you vomit, but he will complain the entire time.

He's also a sympathy gagger. If you start, it sets him off and nobody wins.

Despite his shortcomings, Asmo will care for you in his own way. This includes copious amounts of skincare (you might feel awful, but he won't let you look awful) and making sure you get eight hours of sleep.

Yes, he'll complain if you stain his sheets (Those were skill, MC! Silk!) but he'll give you a fresh set of pjs and make sure you're comfortable before he does a load of laundry.

5/10, tries his best because he loves you, but is squicked out by the human reproductive system.

Beel

Doesn't know what a period is. Immediate asks if it's edible. (Oh, honey...)

He grimaces when you explain. You have horrible pain and bleed from your nether regions for a week straight? (Briefly, he wonders which angel thought this was an excellent way for humans to reproduce. He knows Lucifer was instrumental in helping father design homosapiens, but this is one idea he can't imagine his brother suggesting.)

By some miracle, Beel finds a period tracking app and downloads it on his phone. He'll keep track of your symptoms and remind you when your cycle is about to start.

Does Beel keep pads/tampons in his backpack in case you need them? Yes. Does he occasionally mistake them for food? Also yes.

He also keeps pain killers in his backpack in case you forget them. If you ask nicely, he'll even share his snacks with you!

Overall, 10/10, a sweet boy who tries hard to make sure you're comfortable.

Belphegor

For all his faults, Belphegor is well read. He knows what a period is but hasn't thought about it much...until he met you.

Another one who's not great with emotions. He loves you, but his first instinct is to out-brat you if your hormones have you on the war path.

He can't stand seeing you in pain. If your cramps are so bad that motrin can't help, he'll use his powers to coax you to sleep.

6/10, most likely to knock you out with his powers and have you sleep through the whole thing.

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humasahsultanimsworld · 6 months

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"It is the nature of the snake to bite when it finds this opportunity.."

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odysseys-blood · 5 months

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i wonder how much longer the devils' lifespan is compared to a human. because the kings have been around for AGES when you take into account the fact that they were all full fledged adults with their countries well established by the time solomon first made contact with them. but also what's been messing me up about the longevity of their lives is the fact that the mc meets children! (from satan's bath card preview)

and from this conversation with sitri and ppyong devils are no longer being born because lilith, mother of all devils, has disappeared along with god and solomon. (ch3)

of course we know solomon is dead but the other two's existences are kinda up in the air at the moment. and with the fact that they all disappeared a long time ago its been. a few millenia which means any devil children have been babies and children for. a VERY long time from a humn perspective. and in that time many generations have sprung up between solomon's death and the mc being born. but also time passes differently in hell (likely slower from the fact that mc wasn't aware that the anniversary of their parents' death approached and passed (in ch4), as well as the fact that sitri says solomon spent a century in hell when solomon only made it to his 50s on earth (unles pretty busy has changed this for the story but i dont think they have)

with how all the devil's act you really would think that solomon disappeared just yesterday to them! thousands of years have passed on earth but theyre still heartbroken like they last spoke to him just last week! how short is the life span of a human to them. is it just like a blink and you're gone. are they aware of how limited their time with the mc is. because even with hell being so technologically avanced there's death every day. there is no cure for death. you will die and they still haven't even coped well with the death of a man that lived so long ago.

#cliffnotes/.txt #whb #what in hell is bad #whb spoilers #its just. AUGH.#i know theres also a likelihood that mc will go back to earth long before they die #or at least thats the plan #but would their entire time in hell just feel like a week to the demons?#its just sad to think about #and then they'd be getting sucker punched twice losing solomon and his refraction in what feels like a short period #of time for them #also thinking abt if the mc were to have a child with one of the 72 upper devils or kings #its likely that they'd die pretty early on in that chil'd life yknow #regardless of whether that child grows up in hell or on earth considering unholycs i believe also live long #(ik that tie in was likely just done for fun but im using it anyways)#so like. idk.#has pretty busy put that much thought into any of this and the cohesiveness of their own narrative?#most likely not.#will i overthink it anyways?#absolutely i have adhd and anxiety all i do is overthink #so sorry for long media analysis in the tags #it will happen again.#edit: nawt me being vagued in the tags w/ a point i wasnt even making lmao #the bit abt minhyeok's substory in ch4 was abt being disoriented bc of the difference #to the point where the mc did not notice the approach of such an important date tho there is a lot going on also #not 'oh i think its been a year'. thats stupid.#id give the events of ch1-4 like. a span of a week in hell tops. barely even that if im bein honest #if itd been a whole year i dont think mc would still be trying to adapt

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ataleofcrowns · 1 year

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Is A desi? :0

No. I'm going to assume this is a well-meaning ask, and answer it as such, though I'm admittedly baffled as to how you arrived at the idea.

I have seen fans in the past conflate things like this, sometimes well-meaning fans of color themselves, and sometimes white fans who don't bother to do accurate research and dress their Crowns in saris and things like that. So for clarity, let me just specify that SWANA (the Middle East) =/= South Asia.

Culturally, Arsur encompasses SWANA cultures only, with a focus on Kurdish cultures, not South Asian cultures. They are two different things.

The Indian subcontinent is an entirely separate region with entirely different ethnicities. Yes, there's some cultural overlap due to proximity and exchange, but again, they are not the same thing.

It's actually a racist trope to conflate Middle Eastern cultures with that of South Asia, in part thanks to properties such as Disney's Aladdin. So I would ask fans to avoid making this mistake as much as possible, out of respect for both regions.

#ask #anonymous #faq #A is kurdish as are all the LIs and the MC #swana fans can add their own cultures to their MCs of course #but the LIs are all kurdish period

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hollyhomburg · 9 days

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Y E S i live for sad bily facts

Okay so! Hiding them in the tags cuz I’m on mobile enter at your own risk

#seriously If you don’t want spoilers or to be apart of the angst dont click!!!!!#first off: jungkook dies first #a seizure takes him out at 55-60 and it’s partially namjoon’s fault #namjoon doesn’t catch him before he hits his head and he goes through a period of depression after and eventually comes to the conclusion #that jungkook would have forgiven him and he would have #the kids take it the worst especially their youngest who ends up sleeping between the mc and tae for a full year #as for the next angsty tidbit- yoongi dies before the m/c #and she’s actually really really happy because he never got to know what a dead mating mark feels like like she’s actually very thankful #tae and the m/c and hobi are the last ones alive and they leave the house to their kids and retire to a smaller seaside cottage #hobi only gets to live in it for a few weeks before he passes at like 80 #the mc and tae live for a few more years after that both of them with their dead mating marks on the sides of their necks #the spend most of their time with their grand pups of which there are 8 of one of which looks so much like namjoon that #tae in her haze of dimentia actually talks to him like he is namjoon #tae and the m/c pass hours from each other though like #maybe less than 3 hours #and live until they’re 91 years old

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levmada · 2 years

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(Not me currently ovulating and meandering over to your latest fic after reading the asks that you answered about it)

I’m… I’m just… really not sure if I’ll be able to form another thought in my head that doesn’t involve being bred by kitty Levi… good god that may never leave my mind ever again…

i had this ready, but this was a very convenient ask👁 not kitty levi... but maybe youll like this.

finally.....the awaited third installment.. to my period sex series... dldr

link to piquant | link to crimson

//period sex, toys (vibrator), praise, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), creampie (f!receiving), dirty talk

“Wider for me.”

You hug the pillow to your face and groan as Levi inches your thighs further apart behind you—not out of pleasure, but the way moving jostles the dull ache behind your lower half.

“Shh…” He presses down on your back, encouraging you to arch, and strokes your hip in comforting circular motions. “It’s gonna feel better soon.”

The round head of the vibrator reappears on your clit, and you don’t need to look to know it’s slathered in a thin gleaming sheen of red and cream. He kept that nestled in your cunt, and made you keep it buzzing still while he laid out the towel and all but strip-teased you. Now you find yourself on your belly, your knees folded underneath you.

You whine, “Please… Please…”

“Don’t worry. I have you taken care of,” he says softly, and tender vibrations buzz to life. He nudges it close and rolls it in sweeping motions.

Your eyes squeeze shut, you uncontrollably rock into it, whining. Your cunt squeezes around nothing. “Put it in. Please.”

The only other thing you need besides the vibrations is to be filled, for the cramps to mellow and ease after a good fuck. You were hesitant before—Levi was the one who suggested this—but you’re irrationally desperate, willing to bed on your literal hands and knees.

He slots his knees outside of yours as his touch vanishes, and a soft sigh can be heard from behind you. You know he’s pumping himself in preparation to push in. “Levi.”

His hand comes down on your ass, just hard enough to make it jiggle before one thumb opens your cunt. “I’m getting to it. Look at you… you’re already dripping. Cute.”

You groan in frustration, rocking forward on the vibrations and reaching down to help pin your cunt open. “Enough fucking around, baby.”

You swear, he shakily chuckles, which dies as his round cockhead pushes past your rim. The breath you didn’t know you were holding collapses in a gasp. Your cunt clamps down, and a harsh curse sounds off behind you.

His hand moves from your cunt to your hip before he’s shoving inside, burying right down to his balls. The relief is instant and enormous. You grind out a moan. What Levi lacks in length pins open your cunt perfectly, filling you out so your silky walls clamp down, feeling every ridge as he pulls back. He gives you a smooth, deep pace from the start, making you unable to swallow a cry, an even louder one as the vibrations increase several notches. You cling to the pillow so you don’t evaporate, tensing. it’s so much more intense with vibrations nestled against your clit, and he’s teased you relentlessly.

“Feel better?”

You pant. “Levi Levi Levi—”

“So much tighter like this,” he groans, pausing to grind his cock in deep. When he starts fucking you again, the blunt slaps of his balls on your cunt join the buzzing of the toy. You’re louder than both.

The combination is mind-blowing. You can barely get out a warning before you turn rigid like steel and bend your back into a perfect arch.

Levi’s jaw drops open as the sea of silky heat surrounding him clamps down tight. It’s so wet it nearly ruins his rhythm, and not just from your gush.

When he pulls out, his cock is coated in sticky cum painted in wet red. His teeth grit. He slams back in, out, taking his time. He doesn’t pause—he knows he’s going to pull much more out of you before you can’t take anymore, and before he falls apart.

With your cheek pressed into the pillow, you keep that slack-jawed expression of utter bliss as the vibrations ebb, but he keeps fucking you with powerful snaps of his hips. Sweat shines on your temple. He shifts—hugging your hips with his thighs so you’re pressed underneath him, and bracing his hand slithered in your hair—which dramatically shifts the angle. You cry out your loudest yet, shivers wracking you every time he buries his cock.

“Close!” you squeak. A few thrusts later, you gasp from the bottom of your chest, he switches the vibrations to the highest setting, and you shriek out your second climax.

“There you go,” he moans, his head threatening to fall back. It feels like you come so much harder the second time, and you’re still not done with him. He strokes the strong vibrations through your slit, and makes himself groan loud and heavy as they tease his cock, close to where you’re connected.

“Fuck, fuck—!” You scramble for the sheets to hold onto, wrangled between your fingers. It's all you can say.

He pistons his cock in and out, finding a much more brutal pace with his hips. His cock is coated now, dripping onto the towel underneath, and there's barely any friction left.

He pulls out, shivers at what he sees, and visibly throbs as he takes the corner of the towel and cleans himself of a stringy red clot, along with much of the wetness.

Your crane your neck, gaping in confusion.

“It’s your fault,” he tells you indulgently. “So wet I can’t even fuck you anymore.”

He switches off the vibrations and puts aside the toy, then pushes three fingers into your cunt. They go easily. “You’re just dripping for it, huh?”

“Mm, I can’t… I can’t help it,” you pant out.

His fingers are thickly coated in sticky cum and blood when he pulls them back out. He uses them to direct your face towards him. You gape.

“That’s right. You’re just a messy girl. And I plan to make it worse.”

He drops your chin, smearing the rest on your hip.

“Fuck, Levi, you’re so dirty—”

"Whose fault is that?"

He cuts you off by sliding back into all that heat. Despite wiping a lot of it off, your cunt squelches embarrassingly loud as he picks up a slow, dragging pace. You gasp, scrambling to spread your shaky legs again.

This time, he takes his time working you up, between shallow rocking until you mewl, and then burying inside with a faster and faster rhythm. Draped over your back with his palm scrubbing your clit, you fall apart once again with a ghostly moan, whimpering, shaking as your climax rams through you.

He doesn’t stop. Blood like wine smears your belly, and up as he scoops your tit into his palm. Your nipples are rock hard, and you jolt when he pinches.

“Now do you feel better?”

You moan, and blather something incomprehensible around the drool pooling in the sides of your mouth.

“That’s okay, you don’t need to say anything,” he rambles. “I can hear you just fine.”

He realizes with startling clarity that he’s close as the words make your cunt tighten up on him again. He spits a curse and sits back on his haunches, his knees bent outside yours. His cock is nestled deep inside, and with both hands on your hips, he pulls you, rocking back and forth, using you. You hiccup a strained whine and push back, trying to fuck yourself.

“Can you give me one more?”

“Ye—uh-huh.”

Fucked out of your mind, and still willing to please him. With a renewed sense of purpose, he slams back in and pulls your back against him, nearly sitting up as he sinks back into a quick pace, though his rhythm is nearly dissolving. Your hand latches onto his hair, and the sweet sting makes him whine into your sweaty throat. He throbs thickly, feels himself rising.

You breathe in a wrecked whine. It sounds like you’re weeping. “So close—”

“Then come.”

He can’t say if you fall apart first, or him, just that your cunt is holding him like a vice when his balls raise and empty, shooting liquid heat deep inside. You moan, loud and wrecked by his ear as a groan slips out past his loose jaw. His brows are pinched as he unloads inside you, and just when he thinks he’s done, his cock pulses, and more shoots inside. All this fucking, and he’s barely been paid attention. He’s been pent-up, and it all comes unraveling now.

You both collapse to the bed in the aftermath, your panting the loudest sound in the room. He pulls himself up, and as his softening cock slips from your hole, crimson gush and thick milky cum dribble down your thighs and his cock, making a mess below. A thick amount of pride glows in his chest. “How about now?”

“S-So much fucking better,” you breathe into the pillow below, breathless.

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