call me kisa

i installed tumblr back to read fanfics [27 years old]

[bobateadango]

lohen drugging darling with sleep potion to make her sleep after lots of sleepless night due to work

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its been a while since lohen last saw you. perhaps days. he couldnt find you anywhere, not on patrol, not on training ground. he had a hunch that you would be cooped up in your shared office with varka, dealing with his endless paperworks and reports. he sighed in disbelief at how easy varka tricked you into doing his workload.

and so he decided to sneak into your office through the window, one late night as you were focusing to finish the reports, startling you in the process.

you screamed, ready to attack him in a panic state, before he quickly lunged himself inside.

"wow wow, easy there, sugarplum. its me, your beloved knight." he held his hands up. realizing it was lohen, you withdrew whatever object you managed to snatch.

"lohen ! what was that for ? we have a door for a reason." you scolded him, but he just laughed heartily as you hit his chest lightly. he caught your wrists easily.

"cant risk myself getting caught for delaying your work, you know." he eyed you with a rare gentle gaze, reserved only for you. he saw how there were bags under your eyes, your hair disheveled and tangled here and there. you looked totally different from how you usually presents yourself.

gently, lohen smoothed out your disastrous hair with his fingers from your face before cupping your somewhat skinny cheeks. "have you been neglecting your meals again, sugarplum ?"

his observation is always on point. there is no use for you to lie to him, when he has sharp eyes. so you slowly nodded your head while avoiding his gazes. "there's just so much to be done, with so little time. i cant help it."

clicking his tongue repeatedly, he shook his head in mock disappointment. "no wonder i havent seen you for days. the grandmaster locked you up in here to do his jobs. what a sadist."

you wanted to refute back, but his finger was faster to shut you down as it latched onto your dry lips. "fret not, sugarplum~ your knight in shining armor is here to rescue you. but first, let me make you a warm cup of tea. its your favorite, right ?"

you couldnt even refuse lohen's service as he already walked over to the pantry to prepare your drink. he's always so attentive to your needs, that you would feel bad if you say no to him when he's just trying to make you feel better.

'just this once,' you thought to yourself and making your way back to your designated desk. it was cramped with all sorts of documents that you were sure you had done a lot but it kept coming back one after another. you took your seat and continued your work.

not long after, lohen came back with a steaming cup of tea and placed it on your table. "just the way you like it. one tablespoon of sugar. and do be careful, its hot."

you smiled sweetly at him, before dragging it closer to you. picking up the cup, you slowly blew it off to cool it down and took a little sip at a time. lohen watched you quietly the whole time -almost too quiet. no comments or remarks to tease you how you drink like a princess and such.

the warmth of the tea felt comfortable to you. you finished half of the cup before picking up your quill again. "thank you for the tea, lohen. you always know how to brew a good one."

oh he loves it when you compliment him. but he was more happy that you didnt suspect a thing about the tea. he blamed it on your fatigueness. "just the best for my sugarplum."

and so, he stayed for a while as you did your job, until you needed to grab a book from the shelf. you went unconscious, but he managed to catch you in time before your body hit the carpeted floor.

"looks like the drug finally kicks in." lohen brushed your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. "i cant bare at the thought that you're not getting enough rest at nights. i know you wont listen to me at all, so i had to do what i have to get you to sleep."

he carried your sleeping figure to the sofa. he noticed how light you have become. looks like he needed to take you out for breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday for the next six months.

after setting you down on the sofa, with pillow under your head and soft blanket over your body, he placed a kiss on your forehead. he watched the rise and fall of your chest, the way you had the most peaceful face in your sleep got him everytime.

lohen sat on the floor, accompanying you for a bit during the cold night. it didnt matter that he wont be able to sleep next to you (much to his dismay), but he was glad he could at least made you get the sleep that you deserved.

"my sugarplum is a hardworking girl~ but I would hate it if she falls sick when im not around her." he whispered quietly as he played with the strands of your hair.

"sleep tight, princess~ dream of me while you're at it, will you ?" he kissed your cheek next before getting up from the cold floor. he looked back at you over his shoulder, smiling. who would've thought the knowledge of how to concoct the most efficient sleep potion would come this handy in his relationship.

"now, time to get her work done before sunrise so we can both go on a date together~"

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a/n: lowkey want lohen to drug me so that i can see him making THAT face 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[swansolstce]

Now that the Nod-Krai expeditionary force has wrapped up its mission, your lover Lohen, decides to commemorate his homecoming with a surprise pussy inspection (and perhaps test out that vial of aphrodisiac he’s been dying to use) — n’sfw ⊹ mdni cw: aphrodisiacs (consensual)

When Lohen enters your bedroom through the open window, your duvet is the first to go. You stir from the rush of cold air, blearily sitting up, before an unforgiving grip locks around your ankle, and your mind recalls that your first instinct is to scream.

A hand clamps over your mouth, only pulling away once the panic dissipates as your eyes settle on your lover’s familiar red.

“Lohen…? You’re—” He cuts you off with a kiss; pulling you into his gravity with the enthusiasm of a man starved. After all, who could blame him? Even you have lost count of the days he’s spent stationed away in Nod-Krai. Yet when he pulls away, he does so with fervor in his eyes—cunning, and full of guile—and the anxiety of exhilaration ignites in your chest.

“I'm here to inspect you, baby.” he lilts, guiding you onto your back. He runs a hand up your thigh, easily shifting your nightgown up, panties lazily tossed aside, before finally spreading your legs apart until your cunt unfolds in between. Two gloved fingers part your folds open to the sticky sound of your arousal, delicately woven into thin strands of webbing that refuse to snap in spite of how far his fingers stretch.

Interesting, he thinks, humming as he observes just how wet you are. Lohen angles his thumb to run slow circles around your already puffy clit, watching as you squirm beneath him: your hole pulsing at the returning arousal, attempting to clamp around nothing at all.

Tsk tsk. “What did I say about touching yourself while I was away…” he sighs. The last letter he’d sent you rests on your nightstand — open, and bruised with the indents of a too-tight grip. He shakes his head in false disappointment, all the while pressing harder into your clit. His free hand reaches into his coat pocket, drawing out a glass vial full of ominous liquid.

A flick of the wrist. A pop. The substance stirs within its confines, and the bottle uncaps soonafter — his leather-clad fingers now coated in its thickness. ‘Liquid ecstasy,’ the merchant had called it.

You nearly jolt at the sensation as Lohen inserts a finger, pumping slowly in and out. The liquid is immediately cold…and then warmer as the aphrodisiac takes root. Too warm. It heightens your sensitivity — crawling through your nerves, leaving a disastrous wave of heat and need in its wake.

A sole finger…the slow pace… It’s not enough. Your thighs instinctively close, desperate to soothe the overwhelming sensation, but he holds you open, halting your brief search for friction.

“Ah ah,” he sings. And then he pulls out, inspecting the blend of fluids coating his glove. “Is this what you imagined when you touched yourself to my letter? Was the aphrodisiac as strong as you thought it’d be?”

You try to wrangle out an answer, but he never truly gives you a chance to respond.

“And how many times did you cum? Be honest,” he interrupts. “Once?” He prods two fingers against your entrance. “Maybe….twice?” he asks, and two fingers push their way in.

Your breathing changes with the stretch, gasping as he fills you more. Deeper, fuller…your only desire now is to unravel for him (to be unravelled by him) and yet, his languid movements are still too slow for how desperate your body has become — cunt unabashedly churning out slick for desires your lover refuses to fulfill.

…At least not in the moment; not when he loves how you cling to him so tightly, as if the intent to burrow deeper is a battle in and of itself. And with the way the aphrodisiac has seeped beneath your skin, a lazy curl of his fingers is enough to set your body ablaze, cunt gushing as you teeter dangerously close to finishing.

And Lohen knows. He tuts again, keeping his fingers curled against the roof of your walls as he pulls back out. “No, no, no you can’t cum yet,” he mocks, fully mesmerized by the glistening webs of slick suspended in the gaps between his fingers. “Look how wet you are…let’s see how you take three…”

You keen at the stretch, wondering if he knows how much thicker he is when he fingers you with those gloves on. If he knows how rough the leather grain is when he drags them against your gummy insides… (It’s not enough. It’s not enough.) When he curls all three inside you, you curl along with him — back arching clean off the bed as he digs the tips of his fingers into that spot. Bullying your insides as he continues to fuck you slowly, holding down your hips as you writhe. Angling his hand to thumb at your neglected clit, until the coil in your belly snaps and you cum with broken wail.

By the time you come down from your high, there’s a dull throb that lingers between your legs. You squirm atop the sheets, hoping some sort of friction might soothe the ache, but it leaves you all the more aware of just how empty you are, how empty you’ve been…the heat only growing in intensity as your leaking cunt remains unattended.

Lohen draws back, biting down on the tips of his (now-soiled) glove, before removing it with a quick tug. “You didn’t think just once would be enough did you?” he asks. “Come on baby, your body knows what it wants…”

Slotting himself between your legs, he traps you beneath him—leaning over your smaller frame with the unfinished bottle, once again, in his hands. He presses the opening against your parted lips, tilting gently until the vial runs dry.

“There we go,” he praises, “don’t worry, there’s still plenty more to come.”

notes: in case you didn’t catch it, it is implied Lohen and reader have already talked about everything in their letters so everything is consensual!!

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[vivi-vovo]

POV👏:

[bobateadango]

sparring with lohen isnt a job for anyone. except for you, his equal and beloved. you dont even know you're capable of matching his lunatic pace when it comes to practising (read: satisfying his battle lust). lohen could go for hours without catching a break, which you think is inhumane.

but since his sparring partner is you most of the time, his drive goes above and beyond. he loves to see your face drenching in sweat, how you furrow your brows as you tried to block his incoming attacks. being his beloved doesnt mean he's going to take it easy on you. oh no no. he loves to push you to your limit.

wooden swords clashes with one another, as you see him eye to eye. "you're rougher than usual today. bad mood ?"

lohen laughs as his response. "how could i be in a bad mood when you're right here with me, sugarplum~"

he pushes you back, but not enough to topple you down. he comes lunging in fast with his attacks, leaving you little to no time to react. and that results in your right arm getting scratched by the sharp end of his wooden sword.

you wince in pain, immediately catching his attention to drop his weapon and runs to you.

"im so sorry, sugarplum ! i didnt mean to hurt you. does it hurt ? i can carry you to the cathedral, anything to heal you up but please, dont hate me !"

he's begging on his knees, hugging you by your legs, pleading for your mercy for what he had done to your beautiful skin. one moment he was like a carnivorous bunny, then the next moment he turns into a meek dwarf rabbit.

"hey, hey, its alright. Im not going to hate you or anything. its just a minor injury. look, i can still move my arm," you say as you pry his arms away from your legs so you can kneel in front of him.

"but i've commited a grave sin towards you. how can i possibly call myself your knight anymore ?" he keeps wallowing in his own guilt. but you will not let him be in the dark for more than five seconds. cupping his cheeks, you gently guide his face to look at you.

"lohen, its alright. im fine. i know you didnt do it on purpose. drop it, okay ?"

oh what an angel you are to him. you are too kind for your own good that he's afraid someone might take advantage of you. that wont happen if he stays by your side all the time, any time and anywhere.

he reaches out for your injured arm. his poor sugarplum. it doesnt cut deep enough to leave a scar, but it must have hurt anyway. the sight of her blood slowly seeping through the injury makes him feel even more .... excited ?

he smiles ecstatically, breath heaving before flicking his tongue over the wound to lick it clean. you are shocked at his sudden behaviour, almost pulling your arm away at the first feel of his wet tongue over your skin.

"l-lohen, why are you licking it ? its unhygienic. dont do that."

but his grip was as tight as ever, and he quickens his pace, as if its his mission to lick every single drop of your blood, all while making a satisfied noise.

"saliva can actually help your wound heals faster. im doing my best to help my sugarplum here~"

it doesnt sound like he wants to test the theory. he's just using that as an excuse to have a taste of your blood. and so, you give in and let him be. you know how eccentric he can be.

for lohen, he doesnt need to be a vampire to understand that your blood is exquisite. he longs for this kind of interaction, and when he finally got it, he feels like he could lose control at any moment and just let himself go feral. when you look at him carefully, he has the face of someone who had just busted a nut.

eventually, he did get your arm properly tended to and call it a day. he walks by your side, craddling your arm and plants kisses over the bandage like a devoted worshipper.

"i hate to see you getting hurt like this, but ..." lohen places his head on your right palm, kissing your calloused fingers. his eyes twinkling with mischievious glints, lightly flushed cheeks and ragged breath. "... lets do this more often. can we, sugarplum~ ?"

you should've expected that kind of answer from someone as unhinged as lohen.

[bobateadango]

i cried like a bitch, while eating too 😭

[kiurona]

[bobateadango]

slight suggestive lohen imagine.

lohen with cuteness aggression.

everytime you two meet around the knight of favonius hq, he couldnt help but to pull you aside just to cup your face and squish your cheeks gently.

to you, it might looked like an innocent exchange, which you dont mind at all. but it was a different perspective from lohen's side. he was panting, almost like a mad dog as he admires your glossy eyes, the way your lips looking so kissable at the moment that he might do just that until both of you are breathless. the plumpiness of your cheeks that he loves oh so much, he couldnt resist to give it a few wet kisses.

"lohen, stop. that tickles," you giggled, lightly pushing him away by his chest. he adored the sound that you made, like a hymn to his ears. he took the initiative to nibble the flesh.

"lord, you're so cute and adorable. i could just eat you up like this," he mumbled with his mouth full of your cheek. he could already imagine himself eating you in both ways to satisfy his bottomless hunger for you. all for him. you're his, and no one gets to taste you like he did.

he was dangerously considering that you two should have a quick getaway time together, because dear barbatos your face is making him feel things ten times the normal amount, its borderline unhealthy.

not to mention that being around you made him hard. extremely hard.

he was drunk on you, a little bit tipsy from a wine called moments with you. he slumped over and embraced you like he meant it, all while nuzzling his face against your neck.

"i love you so SO much, sugarplum. i dont think i can live without you~"

and his statement wasnt even an exaggeration. he wont hesitate to kill anyone who dares to harm you.

"alright, my sweet talking vice captain. we should go back to work before jean finds us loitering like this. we can meet back home later."

oh the things he wants to do to you. you'd better be prepared by then.

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a/n: this twink got control over me. i want him to do stuffs to me like, plsssss lohen one chance 🙏🏻😭

[liiliillillilli]

i imagine him as being really eager to the point he cant be smooth at all

[celabi]

secretly a mind reader!reader reading Phainon's mind and immediately gets flashed by his perverted thoughts Abt them so now phainons puzzled on why reader is so embarassed and flustered

when you read phainon’s mind, never did you expect to hear your name so much. kinda tame dirty thoughts. didn’t specify what gender reader is so i made it gn ! <3

it’s late when phainon finally finds you, much later than he’d like. you’d been good this time, clever even, slipping through side streets and empty corridors like water between his fingers. but phainon’s patient when he wants to be, and when it comes to you, patience bleeds into desperation.

by the time he spots you, the night is quiet enough that your footsteps echo faintly against the pavement. he watches for a moment as he’s hidden in the shadows, eyes tracing the small rise and fall of your shoulders with every inhale. you think you’re alone, he can see it in the way your body relaxes and the way your pace slows down a step, in no rush.

so that’s when he steps out.

the scrape of his shoes against stone and the shift of his coat as he moves, but it’s enough to make you freeze. his silhouette fills the narrow space between the walls as a slow smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

the look on your face when you turn and see him, that startled mix of dread and disbelief that hits him somewhere deep in his chest. he shouldn’t enjoy it, but he does, because it’s intoxicating, the way your pulse quickens, the way you stumble back a step even though you already know it’s useless.

“found you.” he murmurs, voice low and just a little out of breath, but truth be told, he had savoured the chase.

“yeah…” you manage, swallowing hard, eyes flicking anywhere but his. “f-found me…”

he grins innocently, like this whole thing isn’t strange at all, like finding you in the dead of night without a trail was nothing to scoff about. in a few quick steps he’s standing right in front of you, close enough that you can feel the warmth rolling off him. his fingers hook your collar, tugging lightly, just enough to pull you a little closer.

“there,” he says, voice soft and teasing. “it was crooked.”

the small excuse is transparent, but he says it with a smile so wide it almost feels harmless, and frankly, quite rude to doubt someone who seems as pure as him.

“i didn’t see you today,” he adds after a silent moment, the one you didn’t bother to fill, before tilting his head owlishly. “were you hiding from me, sweetheart?”

his tone is light and playful, but there’s something underneath it, something that makes your stomach twist. so you shake your head quickly, forcing a small smile, hoping it’ll make him drop it. “no, just… busy.” you murmur, voice barely above a whisper.

his fingers linger on your collar for a second longer than they should, then trail up until they stop just below your chin. he tilts your head up so you’re looking at him, eyes locking on yours with a softness that feels far too intense for the quiet hallway you’re standing in.

“busy,” he repeats, like he’s testing the word. his grin doesn’t fade, but it turns, less playful now and more curious. “you always seem to get so busy when i’m looking for you.” he says, his thumb brushing against the curve of your jaw.

“you know,” he says, voice low enough that it hums between you, “if you didn’t want me to find you… you’d have to try a lot harder.”

he says it like a joke, but the way he’s still holding you, the way his eyes don’t move from yours, it doesn’t sound like one.

his words hang in the air, dripping with that same teasing lilt that always makes your stomach twist. but this time, it’s not just the tone, it’s the thoughts echoing beneath it. the ones he doesn’t say, the ones you wish you couldn’t hear.

his mind hums so loud it hurts your own. flashes of you, all through his day. the way your hand brushed his sleeve this morning. the sound of your laugh when he tells a silly joke. the image of you standing in his doorway, eyes half lidded with sleep, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt that wasn’t even yours.

you swallow painfully, forcing yourself to blink it all away, but it’s impossible. the images crawl into your head and the embarrassment burns down your neck. it’s exactly why you’ve been avoiding him. ever since that strange run in you had with the trailblazer, whatever energy those things you encountered carried, whatever kind of resonance it sparked in you, you haven’t been able to stop hearing people’s thoughts. not all the time, but loud enough when they’re thinking of you specifically.

and phainon… phainon was always thinking of you.

he lightly clicks his tongue, studying you like he knows something’s off, which he does, because he knows you more than you may think. “you look nervous.” he says, voice low, almost amused. look how fucking perfect you look for me…

you flinch, your skin heating. “n-no, just tired.” you stammer quickly, stepping back before he can reach again.

his grin widens, a spark of interest flickering in his mind that makes your pulse spike. perfect. i love it when you’re sleepy… you get so compliant towards me..

you bite your tongue so hard it hurts, desperate to keep your composure. it’s like being trapped in a room full of whispers that only you can hear and his are the loudest, most powerful ones.

“you’re acting quite strange.” he murmurs, taking a slow step closer, which makes his thoughts pulse even louder. what are you thinking about? me, perhaps?

you take a small step back on instinct more than fear, but phainon’s hand catches your wrist before you can even think of fully slipping away. it’s not harsh, not enough to hurt, but there’s no mistaking the strength in his grip. the way his fingers curl around your skin, keeping you there and stopping you from vanishing from his sight again.

his mind spikes the moment he touches you.

fuck.. so soft… i missed your body so much..

it’s so loud it makes your breath hitch, your chest tightening with something between embarrassment and unease.

“hey…” his voice softens, as if he’s aware of how easily you seemed to be spooked today. “why’ve you been avoiding me, hm?”

you open your mouth, but no sound comes out. you can’t tell him the truth— can’t admit that every time he’s near, his thoughts spill into yours like ink, staining everything in its path. they’re too raw, too erotic sometimes. the way he thinks about you isn’t something you should ever know.

his mind hums again, a low flicker of longing wrapped in something heavier, which you could have mistaken for politeness had his hands not literally been trembling to hold you. think about what i could do to you…

and before you can breathe another word, he pulls you forward. your body collides with his chest, and all the air leaves you in one soft exhale. his arms wrap around you tightly and trembling— and for a moment, the world falls away.

you can feel everything. the thump of his heartbeat against your ribs. the way his breath catches unevenly in his throat— how his thoughts swirl, much quieter now but still blurred at the edges with relief now that he’s holding you. come here, sweetheart… be so good for me and just..

you want to push him away, tell him to stop thinking like that— but his hold doesn’t loosen. not even when you shift, not even when you whisper his name, actually, it seems to get tighter when it falls from your lips like honey.

his head drops to your shoulder, his voice muffled and broken. “…don’t move, okay?”

fuck… it’s so hard to stay composed when all i want to do is ruin you..

you don’t move. you let him hold you, his thoughts bleeding quietly into yours, until all that’s left between you is silence, the faint trembling beat of his heart pressed against your own, and the prominent bludge growing bigger against your hipbone.

his grip tightens reflexively, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as his other hand comes up to cup your jaw— thumb brushing over your cheekbone, tracing the curve of it like he hasn’t done it millions of times already.

"you're so perfect," he murmurs, voice low and rough and almost a groan. "have I ever told you that? have I ever told you how much I want to..."

he trails off, swallowing hard. but he doesn’t even need to finish that sentence because it’s in your mind before you can think.

keep you shaking and trembling under me?

his eyes are dark when they meet yours again, pupils blown wide and ringed with only the thinnest sliver of blue. he looks wrecked— wrecked and starving, and you know, with a bone deep certainty that settles in your gut that he wants to devour you whole, and it’s not just a thought anymore.

"i want..."

his voice cracks, and he clears his throat, trying again.

“i want to ruin you for anyone else.”

[mewnbuns]

⭒ ── BATHING WITH PHAINON, EIGHTEEN+ ONLY

cw. fem reader. minors do not interact. starts as a pussy job > progresses into more. exhibitionism. a good amount of teasing. a little back and forth banter. set in the amphoreus baths.

word count. 1.5k words. ︵ ⊹ return to masterlist.

“And here I thought you were just looking to relax, hm?”

Phainon’s voice breaks into a smooth, low laugh as he lets himself bask in the damp press of your breasts against his chest. The proximity only makes the air in the Amphoreus baths feel much thicker than usual and he lets himself lean more of his weight back onto the cooler stone behind as you straddle his lap.

“What? Aren’t you relaxed?” Your words purr, pretty pussy hugging around the width of his cock as he grinds himself up through your folds and he tilts his head at you.

“Oh, I think that much is quite obvious, don’t you?” Phainon replies, cheekily before his next languid roll of his hips makes you gasp. The sound is pretty and needy and he gives you a lidded look through his bangs when you meet his gaze. “It seems I owe you my gratitude.”

His pupils are blown wide with lust, but he grins like he’s amused as his large palms squeeze at you. “After all, to get you in such a position isn’t easy to achieve.”

Soaking together wasn’t something unfamiliar. Especially after a long day of dealing with work and other commitments and Phainon didn’t think there was ever anything more relaxing than feeling you press the luxurious oil from the baths into his sore muscles.

But he’d been particularly needy today and you’d been just as beautiful as you always were when he’d offered his hand to you, luring you onto his lap. His cock was already half-hard just from the sight of you and he was feeling just as weak to you as he’s always been.

It wasn’t like you both to get carried away like this. You enjoyed the chase and teasing Phainon enough until he was all but on his knees begging for you.

But seemingly, you both had something else in mind for your moment of respite and didn’t have the patience to wait, especially when you’d found yourselves being the only ones left in the secluded bath chamber so late at night.

The opportunity had presented itself. It would be a shame to let it go to waste.

And Phainon is especially thankful for it now as his breathing stutters along your cheek. He makes a low, satisfied sound that drips like honey to lick at the base of your spine, and his hands ease you into another saccharine grind against his cock as his palms squeeze at your hips to encourage more of the intoxicating friction.

“Might I ask if you feel the same way then? Though I believe the answer to be quite plain to see.” The Chrysos Heir hums, looking up at you with flushed cheeks and a blown gaze. You can’t help but feel a little flustered as you try to mask it with a snort.

“Don’t flatter yours….yourself, hmph—” But then you gasp, charade breaking almost immediately when you feel the blunt head catch under the hood of your clit. It makes you scratch lightly at Phainon’s scalp as he shudders beneath you, drinking up the pretty sounds you make so eagerly, and they seem to only make him want more.

“Really? Is that what I’m doing?” He chuckles to himself, albeit content with the feeling of you humping and rubbing your slick along the length of him, he knows he’s nowhere near done yet. His next movement pulls another pretty keen from you as your body rubs against his, it makes him laugh again; though more breathless and wound up.

“Then what was that just now?” He asks, teasing you.

“Nothing… it wasn’t you it was… something else.” You deny.

“So, care to share the reason, hmm?” Phainon deliberately pulls you in closer as the end of his sentence drops into a hum. The smooth sound makes goosebumps burst along the back of your neck as his lips graze along your cheek. “It seems even someone as ruthless as you can’t say no to a little temptation.”

“My reasonings for such things are…. a s-secret.” You try your best to stay afloat.

But then head of his cock catches on the entrance to your cunt with the next slow withdrawal of your hips, the movement allowing him to feel the warm hug of your walls that teases him as it tries to lure him deeper. It makes his toes curls against the ceramic of the bath beneath him as he exhales in reverence against your cheek once more.

“Alright then.” He eventually relents, as if suffocating beneath the weight of his own arousal. It seems you’ve got Phainon wrapped around your pretty finger.

“In any case, I’ll see to your relaxation with haste then. It seems I’ve not done quite enough yet.”

From then, every eager, sinful swirl of your hips and pull of his large hands makes water slosh along the edges. But at the same time, it only urges Phainon to hug you closer, dragging you along his thick cock with eager, needy movements as he meets your pussy with grinds so heavy they make your body clap against his.

He can feel your fingertips scratch harder at the base of his neck, carding through the damp hair there as the touch makes even more heat burst along his skin.

“Given your determination, I’d say you were trying to provoke me.” Phainon gasps, words catching in his throat before they break into something that’s a little breathier, prettier as he sends you a drowsy blink followed by a kiss pressed against your cheek.

“Well, is it working?” You tease him again, like your head doesn’t feel like it’s filled with lust-woven cotton. Though the answer is obvious; with every languid swirl of your cunt against his cock, it makes him bump and leak against his abdomen and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt better.

“As it may be. I think you’re capable of much more, wouldn’t you agree?” You know what Phainon’s implying.

Your pussy feels like fine silk along his cock already but he wants nothing more than to feel the way you squeeze around him in earnest. And you comply, giving him a pretty little nod followed by a whimper as you lift your hips over top of his.

“Mhm, it seems you won’t hold out for much longer like this anyway.” you grin when Phainon breathes out a slow breath, teasing as you sink yourself down and the head of his cock easily pushes into you.

He lets you lower yourself down on him as your walls reward the thick stretch with a tight little squeeze that he feels in his lungs when it makes his breathing hitch.

“Hah, I was about to say the same. I’m impressed.” It’s undeniably hot, the change in Phainon’s tone, dreamy and dripping with want and need. A kind that makes your pussy ache and your breath come uneven.

He can already feel his heart kicking at his ribs with every beat, with every inch of his cock that sinks into your soft pussy and he feels the familiar curl of a different, more satisfying type of heat begin to tickle its way into his belly. When mixed with the high temperature of the Hero’s Bath, he can’t help but feel himself burn, as he often did around you.

Phainon curses softly with a mixture of desire and delight as he continues to push into you, a dense, grated sound crumbling out of him, like it’s wrestled loose. It makes your thighs twitch when he grazes past your swollen sweet spot and you grab and scratch along his broad, muscled shoulders as he sinks deeper into the warm water to hold you.

The Chrysos Heir grunts when he finally bottoms out, pulling the weight of your hips against his tightly as his fingers grope at your damp skin a little too hard. His eyes are clenched shut as he tries not to lose himself in the needy coax of your pussy so soon, and he lets himself rest his head back before he’s blinking at you through lust blown pupils.

The image of a flushed, beautiful Phainon is enough to bring you close enough to pepper him in kisses. Quick presses of your lips along his features that he eagerly leans into as his fingertips round your body to stroke at your spine.

Even the most subtle of movement makes you both whimper as his cock begins to shallowly thrust inside of you, easing you into a steadier, heavier pace as he turns to smear his lips against the corner of your own. His next exhale is heavy, hungry.

Still, he smiles at you with a hint of a sparkle to his gaze.

“So, in return then, since you have granted me with such a truly astonishing opportunity, I’ll be sure to repay you for your generosity.” As if to seal it as a promise, he rolls his hips into you. Carving out his first thrust, so long and deep it almost makes you feel lightheaded as he holds you steady. “It’s only fair, right?”

[bobateadango]

sometimes he can be a dork. he's a big fan of miku so yeayyyy im happy for him too :D

(had to edit the text since he isnt good in english, so we talk in our mother language)

[bobateadango]

GUYS GUYS GUYSSS HOLY SHT MY CRUSH IS COMING TO HOYOFEST AS PHAINON AHHHHHHHHH IM NOTNREADY TO SEE HIM IN TWO WEEKS AKSKAKSKSKXKDKDKD

EDIT: GUYSSSSS HE SAID HES COMING TO HOYOFEST ON SATURDAY AS SAM AHHHHHHHHHH HE FINALLY FINISHED HIS PROJECT I HAVE TO SEE HIM

[riaruu-deactivated20250729]

phainon is such a lovesick fool.

he tries so hard to keep his cool but his face feels so warm and he can’t slow down his heartbeat and he can’t pay attention when you’re talking but he swears it isn’t his fault, you’re just too pretty. every time he sees you, it’s like slow, romantic music plays out of nowhere in the background, the trees seem to rustle louder and the sun seems to beam almost perfectly over your face. don’t worry about when he trips over his own feet at the sight of you too, it’s part of the process, he says, embarrassingly.

none of this stops when you finally get together by the way, he still perks up like a puppy when you say his name and his eyes still shine a little brighter when he makes you laugh and he still giggles against your lips like it’s the first time you’ve ever kissed him.

you smiled at him today, and he walks straight into a lamppost. a real, warm smile—just for him—and his brain short-circuits. the clang from his head and the lamppost echoes across the plaza, and he just stands there dazed as if there wasn’t already a visible bump forming on the center of his forehead.

you hurry over, eyes wide. “phainon? are you okay?”

he blinks at you, smiley and slightly cross-eyed. “did the sun always hit your face like that?”

you blink.

he sways a little. “be honest. was it graceful?”

he may be a bit of a lovesick fool, but he’s your lovesick fool.

[mewnbuns]

Getting carried away in the amphoreus baths with Phainon… Pressing your chest up against his while you pump his cock between your bodies— inching yourself closer until it’s able to graze through your slick folds and every grind and thrust of your bodies together makes such a wet, loud sound with how hot you are for eachother.

You pull away to kiss him and he’s so flushed, from both the temperature and the pleasure. He’s red to his chest, hair mused, lips swollen from how hard he’s been biting down on them and even just meeting your eyes makes his cock twitch. His huge hands sink into the flesh of your ass as he drags you along the length of him, the water sloshing as he humps himself up through your folds, so desperate for release as you hug him close.

[bobateadango]

GUYSSSSS I WON IN LIFE BC MY CRUSH COSPLAYED AS PHAINON AND HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN IT AHHHHHHH I LIKE HIS SMILE A LOT 😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[bobateadango]

but we all know there will be no next time. my poor heart cant take this anymore. this is worse than a breakup 🥀

[bigsharter666]

dont show me your nerdy interests i WILL have sex with you.