lucid dreamer

magnolia, she/her, mdni with nsfw.

[celabi]

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

i write smut sometimes. blue lock, pokémon, and tokyo revengers obsessed and i post once in a blue moon maybe two. lowkey scummy scara og wow this is so bland.

block “🌑 — chatting /)” if you don’t care about me talking, also specify if you want a female/gender neutral reader if you request :3 thanks u ^^

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 (𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐒)

𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚 | 𝐭𝐰𝐨 - 𝐛𝐥𝐤 | 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝐭𝐤𝐫𝐯 | 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐬𝐞𝐛 | 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 - 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 |

[celabi]

What do you think about Lohen btw?

yandere lohen 🤤 i’m thinking about it..

[celabi]

I must confess that your scummy phainon's fics are absolutely my favorite series to re-read whenever I can!

Just so you know, your work is amazing to read no matter how many times I have done so before

thank you so muxhhhhbbbbbb!!!!! that means a lot, even tho i don’t post often anymore, phai is still my favv <3333

[celabi]

nte…. exe… mmmm

[amidyllics-art]

Another request, two actually that were combined. A Harlequin ad Blade outfit swap and an Interaction of Blade and Pierrot, featuring Jing yuan while Pierrot and Jing Yuan are still in their outfit swap from the previous post

Tagging @celabi cause I remember you liked Blade 💚💐

[celabi]

scummy phainon in the shower is making me giggle too hard i keep thinking of the 'everyone is so mean 2 me' image

no because get ur grown man ass up and shower boy 😭 ‘i’m just a babeh’ head ahh

[celabi]

lighting a cigarette for scummy scara rn

- ☔️

who 🚬

[celabi]

GIGGLING FANATICALLY AT THAT PHAINON SNIPPET AAAAUUEHGHGHE ITS AWESOME

BEHEHEHEH I HAVE LOADS MORE TO FINISH!! I LOVE PERVERTS

[celabi]

Hehheuhehh scummy phainon who literally overstimulates himself fucking you, and he's all misty eyed and sooo needy, and its even starting to hurt a little, and he already came like 3 times in one session, but his hips just keep moving on their own .... I'm getting perverted about it ....

when i saw this i rubbed my hands together and giggled. ffff

phainon has never been this out of breath in his entire life.

not during that humiliating charity marathon where he swore he was ‘pacing himself’ while elderly women power walked past him. not when he stubbornly loaded quadruple his body weight onto a barbell just to impress you and nearly saw his end midway through the last rep. not even that night he circled the block of your apartment building, again and again and again— counting laps under his breath and hoping you’d text him to come back, hoping you’d change your mind and let him in after you found him snooping through your dirty laundry.

but as of right now, where he looms sprawled over you, his chest flushed pink and slick with sweat, the wild thump of his heartbeat doesn’t seem to slow no matter how hard he tries. it pounds wildly against his ribs, loud enough he swears you must feel it where he’s glued to you.

he lets out a small string of curses, eyes practically threatening to roll back into his mind as his hips buck wildly back into you, drilling his aching cock deeper and sloppier into your already abused and used cunt.

unfortunately, he can’t quite read you anymore.

not because he doesn’t know you— he prides himself on knowing every twitch of your brow, every shift in your breathing and lilt of your voice— but because he’s pushed you so far past your limit that your expression has gone hazy and unfocused. your lips part, but nothing coherent seems to follow, as whatever thoughts were forming quickly dissolve before they manage to reach your tongue.

“fuck… baby.” he hisses softly through his teeth, using a hand to stabilise himself on the mattress before he can topple over— all while his cock is still weakly sliding in and out. “i’m… i-i’m so— fuck, i can’t even…”

he lets out a weak sob, biting down hard on his bottom lip to stop the next pathetic sounds escaping, but really he’s past the point of holding anything back now, especially when you look like that.

“hah… sweetheart… you’re so—“ he cries, jerking deeper into you, his hand closing around a fistful of the damp sheets under you. “wanna stay here… in your pussy… please…”

“phai…” you finally manage form in a meek whisper, your back subconsciously arching towards his abdomen as the head of his cock once again presses snugly against your cervix.

“live in it— move in.” he babbles, finally losing his balance and lurching forward. thankfully though, he quickly manages to brace his forearms on both sides of your face to stop your heads from clashing. “pussy is… oh, yeah… love.. so much.”

“t-too much… no more.” you protest weakly, your head lulling to the side, but he only dips down and presses his nose into your neck, his lips not even kissing your skin, just rubbing and gliding against it like melting ice— except he’s hot to the touch and making you even more icky.

“more, baby…” he begs, drool dripping from his chin and leaving a line on your already glistening flesh. “so… much more, i have… you take… please… ffuucck..”

neither of you are sure how many times he’s cum, how many times he’s painted your insides with his seed— seeing as he had stopped counting after that sweet moan you gave him after the third, and you being so filled to the brin that it would be almost impossible to tell. it’s all sticky and warm, his cum is, as your thighs seemingly become glued to the skin on his hips just to force him to keep on fucking you numb. but he’s always been such a jumbled guy that a little mess doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

and if nothing else, it only makes it that much easier for him to slide back inside.

[celabi]

MYDEI FIC HOOOLYYYYY PEAAAAKK the way I would motorboat him immediately

TWINNN, he doesn’t peg me as a pervert but like… i have the power 🖊️ gurrhhrhrhrhr

[celabi]

yandere and possessive scummy mydei. sort of a test to see if i like him this way or not zzzzz f reader

the soft click of the door unlocking barely echoes through the apartment, but it isn’t the sound that makes your blood run cold— it’s his voice. low and deep and so much closer than it has any right to be. you don’t even hear his footsteps, don’t know how long he’s been standing there watching you hesitate with your hand on the knob. trying to sneak out at one in the morning suddenly feels less like a harmless idea and more like a mistake you’ll regret.

“and where do you think you’re going?”

mydei folds his arms tightly over his toned chest, wearing only a thin tank top, adorning bed hair that would be laughable if not for his stern expression, and looking nothing short of angry at your little attempt to run.

you nervously turn to face him, your arm falling back limply to your side as the desperation to run drains out of you, leaving you standing there under his stare. “…i was, uh…”

his eyes narrow as your voice thins out, dragging up and down your figure, taking in the heels dangling from your fingers, the soft sweep of makeup on your cheeks, and all the effort you never seem to give him no matter how hard he pushes. “all dolled up?”

you let out a weak little chuckle, eyes darting away from him to the poor potted plant by the windowsill, suddenly finding the curve of its leaves way more fascinating than the way he’s staring at you. “yeah… i thought… i looked good, so…”

“you always do.” he cuts in, his voice bitter. “which i guess means you’re that desperate for attention.” his jaw tightens, arms still locked over his chest as the veins along them seem to bulge out from how hard he’s tensing. “as if we don’t give you enough, huh?”

“you give me plenty…” you try to argue, but it comes out small and barely louder than the breath you’ve been holding in. “…more than probably necessary.”

he only shakes his head, like he’s already exhausted with you and your bullshit. with his jaw set tight and patience long gone, he crooks a finger at you. “come here. now.”

your shoulders slump, the fight draining out of you before it ever really had the chance to begin. your fingers loosen, and the heels slip from your grasp, hitting the floor with a small, pathetic clatter as you shuffle toward him like you’ve already accepted your loss.

he looks almost satisfied watching it happen, something smug flickering across his face as he reclaims control without much resistance this time. he opens his arms for you, wide and inviting as if he were nothing more than a gentle friend waiting to comfort you instead of the reason your chest feels so tight.

his arms close around you the second you’re within reach, quick and unyielding, rough hands sliding around your waist and locking you against his chest until there’s barely any space left to breathe.

“that’s a girl…” he murmurs, voice low against the top of your head, grip tightening just enough to remind you who’s in control. “i prefer when you’re this obedient.”

you let out a small sigh, your cheek squished awkwardly against his chest, the rigid rise and fall of his breathing boxing you in just as much as his arms seem to do. to anyone else, being pressed up against someone with a build like mydei would’ve felt like a dream and something to brag about.

but you know better now. you know it always comes with a price, and if you had understood that from the start, if you’d seen the way his grip would tighten instead of loosen, you would’ve never given him the time of day when you met.

“but don’t forget…” his hand drifts lower, slipping from the small of your back until it grabs a handful of one of your ass cheeks, his grip unyielding. right… you tried to run, and no amount of sorry’s is going to make him forget. you tense instinctively, and not just at the pressure of his hold. “i still need to teach you some manners.” he sighs into your ear, as if this was a pain for both of you and not the absolute highlight of his week.

“and phainon’s not here to save you this time, sweetheart.”

[celabi]

ur writing makes me wanna i want to fuck phainon so bad please

ME TOO, hopefully i will write more for him soon, i have lots of drafts and requests!! <3

[celabi]

lowkey missing scummy scara…

[celabi]

hi js wanted to come here and say i rlly adore your content, ive been following u since 2022, and ur writing was something that i always looked forward to.

so thank u sm 🥹

i hope u have a good day/night !

🥹🥹🥹🥹 awe that’s so sweet thank you so much! i’ve sort of lost all passion for writing since then but i do get bursts of enjoyment from time to time, hopefully i get back into it soon. <3

[celabi]

Omg I missed you and your scummy phainon posts <3 <3 love that little freak

ahh love him too!! i’ve been pretty worn out and haven’t been writing. happy holidays!!

[celabi]

scummy phainon after reader offers to give him anything he asks for as a birthday present!!

“…anything?” phainon gulps, the word catching in his throat as he shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other. it’s his birthday, and you’d said it so casually—told him you’d give him anything he wanted as a gift. he can’t tell if you meant it innocently or if you’re purposefully testing the limits of his already fraying self control. his fingers twitch at his sides, his heartbeat loud in his ears, because anything from you feels like an invitation he’s not sure he’s brave enough to accept or sane enough to refuse.

“anything.” you nod, rocking back on your heels with a light and weary smile. the second you see the look that flickers across his eyes— the wide and hungry realisation of someone who’s about to get what he wants that glazes over his expression— you almost want to take it back. it’s too late though, because he’s already moving and closing the space between you with a slow step, like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind if he moves too fast. his breath catches, and yours seems to as well because suddenly that anything you promised now feels a lot more dangerous than you meant it to be.

“ah, well…” he clears his throat weakly as he tugs at the collar of his shirt like it’s choking him. suddenly breathing feels too restrictive and too loud in his ears, too obvious of how much such simple words seem to be his undoing. he bends down just a little, enough for his shadow to fall over you, his hand hesitating before it finally settles on your hip gently, but trembling just slightly as his thumb brushes your waistband.

“i mean… since you’re offering…” he murmurs, voice low and unsteady, his breath brushing your cheek as he draws in closer. you look up just in time to see his face swooping toward yours— too fast and too eager which shows that he let his body do the talking he wasn’t able to. his lips crash into yours clumsily, more like he accidentally stumbled instead of leaned in, as if his body lunged forward long before his mind could catch up.

“i have…” he rasps against your lips, pulling back just enough to drag in a shaky breath, his forehead resting against yours. his eyes are half lidded and unfocused because touching you turns his mind to mush. before you can say a word in repones, he leans in again— kissing you harder and much hungrier as if the taste of you has lit something uncontrollable in him. “…a few ideas in mind…”

somehow, it all spirals faster than you can process— one moment you’re holding his cute little birthday gift, teasing him about making this a birthday he’ll never forget, and the next you’re being kissed breathless, backed against the wall with his hands everywhere and his thoughts nowhere but you.

it’s a blur of heat and stumbling movements, both of your clothes abandoned in the rush, neither of you remembering how or when or where you both ended up. his face is flushed a deep, overwhelming red, chest rising and falling like he’s just run a marathon, though all he’s done is press you against the wall and run his greedy hands all over you.

he’s got somewhere to be— your trailblazer friends promised him a small birthday party. nothing big, just a handful of people waiting for him with cake and candles and cheerful little wishes. he knows he should go. he tries to remember that he should go.

but then your lips are on his again, soft and warm and pulling every last thought straight out of his head. his plans, his responsibilities, the people waiting for him— everything dissolves the moment he tastes you and your addicting heat on the tip of his tongue. his hands curl tighter around you until his nails are digging into your skin.

gifts don’t matter. the party doesn’t matter. the meaningless birthday messages, the decorations, the promises— none of it means anything compared to the way you’re looking at him right now.

“christ—” he chokes out, but it’s more like a breathless moan than a word as he buries his face in your neck. his arms locking tighter around you, pulling you in so tight your chests press together, your heartbeats stumbling over each other like they’re trying to sync, which his most definitely is.

“…anything…” he whispers, voice shaking against your skin. “i’ll take anything… no, i’m taking everything.”

[celabi]

18+ having to lock your legs around phainon’s head to jerk him off because every time you try, he squirms too much and makes it hard for you because of how much he writhes around when he’s about to orgasm. he’s clawing at the bed while your hand pumps up and down his aching cock, unable to move or even look at what you’re doing to him. probably cries in frustration. (also he could easily break out and overpower you if he wanted, but he likes being at your mercy even more)