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⟢ cerise | bi | eighteen | fem!reader

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[cchampagnepapii]

⟢. 𝑴𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑷𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 — phainon

Phainon has always been clingy, loving, and touchy with you. But lately, he’s fallen in love with self-restraint. The man who was once so obsessed with you became distant. You brushed it off for a couple of days knowing he’s busy protecting Okhema but now it’s getting out of hand!

tags. ✦ female pronouns used, vaginal sèx, sub!Phainon, teasing, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, unresolved sexual tension & frustration, breath play, headlock, riding, aphrodisiac chocolates used, hurt/comfort, smut, handjob, slutty pajamas as lingerie lol, slapping aparently, masochist/sadist undertone, unprotected séx, porn with plot. wc. ✦ 4.4k

Every time Phainon comes home and into your arms, he’s always very clingy, always attaching himself to you and refusing to let go. He tends to initiate sex even before heading out on a mission, aware that he’ll be away for a few days. After his missions, his clinginess and affection towards you only increase!

Now… all of that feels like it was just yesterday. He always wants you, even all of your personalities that sometimes drive him crazy. That’s how much he adores you—he couldn't spend a second without looking in your direction, let alone breathe without your presence

Your eyes are wide and contemplative at night, wondering if the man next to you is the same man who is so obsessed with you. Now, you barely recognize him at all! All those passionate moments have disappeared, leaving you to lay with a stranger beside you in bed.

Sometimes, you would imagine scheming to seduce him but never gather the courage to do so. Usually, it was Phainon who made the first move. He’s a bit of a freak when it comes to sex, often already thinking about it minutes before you could say a word about it to him. Because of that, you had no opportunity to initiate and simply let him take charge.

You wondered where everything went wrong. What if Phainon hadn't become so distant? Is there any way to bring things back to how they used to be? You loved that part of him. Now you’re considering how to get that version of him back, because this one is bullshit.

Phainon has always been strong, incredibly so. But why has he fell in love with willpower? He would always pounce on the sight of you every day of the week, but now his self-restraint is impressively strong. You’ve always joked about wanting him to have more self-restraint towards you but now this is getting out of hand!

The man who was once so obsessed with you—calling you the most sought-after girl in the land and saying he would lose if he didn't win your heart—suddenly made you feel like the least sought-after one! His willpower not to touch you, confused you a lot. You really didn't understand what was going on inside his head!

In the first few days, you were more understanding, assuming that his busyness and responsibilities with the other heirs were valid reasons for his declining affection. Since he never explained his behavior in the first place, you assumed it was simply work fatigue affecting him.

But after a week of no intimacy you thought he was sick. You both usually do it everyday, if not up to 5 times a week. That Friday night you were pissed. If he won’t man up to do it, then you will.

You put on your sluttiest pajama set and walk up to him sitting on the Kline by the balcony, admiring the old antique artifacts he bought earlier from the shop owner, who is probably ripping him off. But Phainon is too star-struck by the item to care.

“What are you doing?" you asked, quietly approaching from behind and pressing small kisses to his neck as your hands finds it’s way to his chest. You watched as his hands moved over the golden chalice from Castrum Cremnos and then to his neck as your eyes followed. Your intentions was clear, now you’re just hoping Phainon would get the hint.

“Mydei gave me this artifact from his home town, isn't it beautiful?” Phainon smiled, tilting his neck to the side a little, giving your lips more access. But his face stayed neutral, not showing any signs that he’s up for it.

You hummed, continuing to prep small kisses on his neck. Phainon still didn't budge, face uninterested to whatever you’re doing. You’re already starting to lose hope, but you’re so goddamn needy right now you couldn't stop.

Instead, you sat on his lap, determined to break the no-sex streak with him. You missed him deeply, not just mentally but physically as well. Phainon simply let you, catching your waist while his other hand held the chalice, eyes focused on it. His eyes didn't even look at you!

There was no lust in his eyes at all. The slutty pajamas he bought for you months ago didn't have the desired effect you yearned for. You remembered how much Phainon wanted you to wear them. Now that you are wearing them, it still doesn't tempt him in the slightest.

Just what in the fucked-up romantic dark comedy is this nightmare lately?

You’re sitting on his lap, looking as beautiful as ever, but he's completely unmoved. Has he lost his mind? Frustrated by it all, you stopped, got off his lap, and went to bed feeling more annoyed than ever.

This is the time when the honeymoon phase ends and it hits your relationship hard. You didn't realize it could be this harsh. Maybe he needs time to find a new purpose for himself, but why? He was probably trying being a monk given how celibate he is. At this point, you’re almost a virgin again from the lack of sex your relationship has.

You’re internally laughing at yourself for how desperate you’ve become. It’s only been a week… and a half. Is this what he feels like when he's apart from you for three days? Phainon is likely laughing at how hard you’re trying to woo him. Can this joke be over now?

And then it continued for two weeks—two full weeks of embarrassing yourself just to make him want you again. You’d have to acknowledge that he’s probably the most self-restrained man out there. He likely won’t come anywhere near you within a twenty-foot pole.

You’ve tried everything, and it seems your man is gradually losing his devotion and interest in you. Just as you’re about to give up, a vendor suddenly catches your attention. It was an elderly woman, probably in her early-fifties, selling various kinds of chocolates displayed at her stand.

“Love problems, dear?" she asks, noticing you’re just browsing her products when she suddenly mentions it. Is it obvious that your love life is affecting you, is it that visible in your face?

You nodded and said, "He hasn't touched me for weeks.” She smiled and reached behind her stand to grab a small pouch, hiding it from view. It looks like some illegal black market dealing with no clear purpose.

You were puzzles about what that was. Does she want you to kill him? What's with the mysterious pouch? “Feed one to him, dear. He‘d be instantly tempted by you.” At first, you’re in total denial—what does she mean by that? Is this some sort of black magic? If it is, then you refuse to do that to Phainon.

The woman looked too kind the type of gentle that is harmless, so you couldn't help but ask first, “What do you mean by that, if you don't mind me asking?" You’re curious, torn between your sexual frustration and concern for his safety.

The old lady laughed, “Chocolate combined with Mnestia’s liquid gold.” Then it clicked—that’s the term they used for Aphrodisiac. Without hesitation, you bought it, knowing it’s safe and also delicious, even though it made a dent in your wallet with how expensive it is. It better work! Phainon surely wouldn't resist it, especially when youre the one who has given it, although you doubt that now…

As you turn the corner onto the busy street of Marmoreal Market, you spot two familiar figures in the distance—your lover Phainon, with his best friend Mydei. You’re about to go over to them, but you caught a glimpse of their conversation, which makes you stop abruptly.

“One more week to go. How’s it looking for you, deliverer?” Mydei asked teasingly, while Phainon leaned against the wall, looking troubled with lips pressed tightly in a frown. The man in front of him seems amused while drinking his usual milk infused with pomegranate juice.

“You owe me that marble bust of Kephale!”

“That is, if you win—hasn't she grown upset by now that you both haven't…?” Mydei laughed at Phainon. So all this time, you've been suffering because Phainon made a bet with Mydei on how long he could restrain himself from you, for a marble bust of Kephale?

Phainon nodded, “I don’t think I could do this anymore…” looking like a beaten-up puppy. So all your efforts weren't in vain, it did still have some effect on him. “She’s been tempting me a lot. I might lose at the last week, honestly.” his shoulder slumped, a small sigh escaped his lips. Phainon has been missing the feeling of being intimate with you, and seeing your eagerness makes it even harder to restrain himself for the sake of this bet.

“Hey, if you lose you owe that mission Aglaea gave to me. You’ll be the one completing it in my stead.” Mydei exclaimed, finishing the drink in his hands as your lover shuddered at the thought, shaking his head as if he heard the most vile thing ever.

“I’ll be out cold for a week! I’d rather win this than do that mission.”

You’re furious, genuinely angry with him. You’ve spent time wondering what went wrong, only to discover it was due to a bet. Is that what you're worth now? A bust of Kephale? Tonight, you’re set on making Phainon lose his bet as payback, wanting him to taste his own medicine.

The old lady didn't warn you about how much chocolate-laced aphrodisiac one can consume. So, you intend to give him all of it. What's the worst that could happen? It’s simply a minor act of revenge you’re willing to fulfill as payback.

He arrived home earlier than expected and continues with his usual routine as you watch, observing him as he gets ready for bed. Just enough time to execute your plan.

You grabbed the pouch-filled chocolate as Phainon stepped out of the bathroom, ready for bed. He was only wearing his pajamas, completely shirtless showing his perfectly built body, with hair still wet from the shower. Taking the chance, you climbed next to him on the bed.

Phainon wasn't surprised anymore, having noticed your persistent efforts over the past few days. It was clear you were eager to do it, especially after multiple rejections of your advances. But tonight, you had something else in mind.

You took out the pouch of chocolates and faced him, saying, "I bought chocolates earlier, I ate some earlier and it tasted amazing. Thought l'd buy you some." Your smile was convincing and innocent, masking the fact that your actions behind it are actually not so ideal.

Phainon was surprised; this was unexpected. Had you finally given up trying to seduce him? If so, then this would be an easy win for him in his bet with Mydei.

You felt grateful that your lover was very trusting of you. He opened the bag and ate two pieces of chocolate, which were small, square-shaped with smooth edges, making them easy to chew.

“Here,” Phainon took one and offered it to you, “Try some, it tastes amazing!” He smiled, oblivious to everything. You declined, saying you bought it only for him. Phainon was happy to oblige and ate four more anyway.

Then he started to talk about his day while chewing on the sweet chocolate, you just nodded pretending to listen but you’re curious to know if it’s working or not. Has the old lady scammed you or what? This costed you a lot, it should work.

"Then I told Mydei I was going to eat the chimera, and his face—!"

“How do you feel right now?” You cut him off, scanning his face for any signs of the chocolate taking it’s effect. Any of the usual facial redness, sweating, or tent in his pants.

“I feel fine. Hey, can you eat some? I can’t finish the rest—eating too much chocolate isn't good before bed," Phainon said, his face still looks normal as you raised your eyebrows. Taking the pouch of chocolate from his hand, you fed one to him.

“Bought them for you,” Phainon smiled while eating the chocolate as you fed him the last three pieces. “You should eat them all.” You didn't want to waste your money, and if he didn't eat the remaining chocolate, he’d immediately realize he’s hard up because of it.

Phainon expressed his gratitude and resumed sharing about his day. You watched him, nodding in acknowledgment. Why isn't the chocolate having any effect? You examined his body from head to toe, but saw no signs of effect.

You’re disappointed, but as you observe him carefully, he begins to sweat. The tips of his ears gradually turn red, and you feel tempted to smirk. You might even laugh, but you stay composed as you watch him struggling to speak. Pretending that nothing is wrong. He shudders at the slightest touch, shifting from his seat attempting to hide the raging boner in his pajamas. The thick outline of his cock, twitching underneath was impossible to ignore.

“Are you okay, baby?” you asked, tilting your head as his breathing grew heavier. Phainon shook his head, placing his hand on your waist and trying to draw you closer to him. You allowed him to. Finally, it worked. Now you wanted to see how far his self-restraint can go. He’s a strong man after all, leaving you needy for the past two weeks.

“N-need you… now, please.”

Phainon’s head was placed on your shoulder, showing how needy he is. Face flushed red, body covered in sweat, the sight was so erotic on your point of view, by now he’s basically pinning you down in the bed—Key word. Struggling to.

You could hear gentle whimpers and needy cries from him, trying to provoke you into fucking him. However, your goal tonight was clear: keep him begging and see how much willpower he has to resist fucking you.

He’s a strong man and can wait a few minutes until he gets permission to fuck you. You’re only tormenting him for your own revenge, making him experience the painful days when you felt desperate but he completely ignored you.

You push the hair strands from his forehead as he positions himself exactly on top of your core, his dick rubbing against your clothed pussy. Your head rests on soft, fluffy pillows while Phainon towers over you, with your legs on either side of his thighs as he lifts them up giving him better access.

“Fuck… what-what the fuck was in t-those chocolates?…” Phainon asked, shuddering as he loses composure. He goraned while his cock throbs against the fabric of his pajamas. You could feel it against the layers of cloth separating you both. You never felt so content in your entire life as in this moment.

Instead of answering, you kissed him. Licking his bottom lip first then placing a peck on the top before opening his mouth using your tongue. You wanted to tease Phainon for a little bit, torture him too for funsies.

That’s when he started to whimper in the kiss. You’re soaking wet, him also no doubt. Phainon is diabolical, he pulled away softly biting your bottom lip as he pulls your shorts down by its hem it. God, he’s so horny right now all he wanted was you. Fuck the bet he made with Mydei, he wants to fuck you hard right now and it’s eating him whole.

Before he could fully pull down your shorts, you stopped him by slapping his face. He froze, turning his face to the side with wide eyes. Your stomach twisted in pleasure at the sight of Phainon. You never thought you'd find this enjoyable.

Phainon’s eyes began to well up with tears as he turned to face you, appearing like a crushed puppy—so pitiful. “Why are you doing this?” he pouted, sniffling and looking down in shame, puzzled about what he did wrong. Perhaps he went too far with the bet, and now you’re so upset with him. The thought made his stomach churn and dick twitch.

“Your stupid bet with Mydei," you said, roughly grabbing his face as he looked up at you, eyes widen with that pitiful look. You’re already soaked and craving to intensely fuck the shit out of him, but you also want to torment him further. You’re torn between seeking revenge and pursuing pleasure.

“Y-you knew?” The look on his face is commendable. Phainon wanted to beg, explain himself to you just so you could stop this torture of not letting him stick himself inside you. “Please— I’m sorry—”

He was on the verge of tears, repeatedly begging for forgiveness. “I… I’m sorry—” he hiccupped and whimpering softly, his tip already leaking with precum as Phainon continued grinding slowly against your core, feeling the outline of your pussy, as if you hadn’t noticed.

You acted quickly and pushed him away, shifting your position. Now you’re straddling him, with Phainon’s face completely red and his hair messily spread across the bedding as he stares at you with desire. He twitches at the slightest contact.

Your weight was spread across his legs, especially his clothed dick. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of cumming, so you pinned both his wrists together above him while your other hand rubbed his clothed member slowly.

This was torture to Phainon, but this was the least he could receive. His dick twitched on the palm of your hand, while you rubbed his tip. Putting pressure on it specifically. He whined, trashing slightly at the feeling as he moaned loudly.

Phainon already looks so fucked out even before his dick touched your pussy. He utterly looks fucked mindless under you, crying and babbling incoherent words while whimpering small fuck’s and shit under his breath.

As his body twitched excessively beneath you and his moans grew louder. You stopped, taking your hand off his dick. You knew Phainon too well, when he’s about to cum he gets really vocal.

“B-baby... Why did you stop?…” He said, genuinely about to cry for the loss of contact just as he was about to approach his climax. You smiled and freed his wrist from your grasp, giving him a quick kiss before you pulled away. The saliva connecting you both fell on his chin.

You ignored his question and pulled his pajamas down to his knees as you took your clothes off as well. Phainon’s dick twitched at the sight, he hoisted himself up onto his elbows. Whimpering at the sight before him. He reached out to touch you but before he could do that, you’re already grabbing him by the dick and sliding it inside you.

It was a perfect fit, but a huge stretch. Phainon was fucking massive, a dick above average matching his well-toned build. Your head was thrown back, huffing at the sudden stretch of his tip entering your tight heat.

You’ve fucking missed this. It was impossible to fit in one go, judging by two weeks without sex your pussy has closed up by a ton, making it super tight. Phainon moaned by how wet you are, lower lip practically bleeding by how hard he bit on it as you sat down on his dick.

One of Phainon’s hand went straight to your waist, helping you sat down. But you aren't having any of it. You scowled and decided impulsively to bounce yourself completely down on his dick without a second thought. It stings, but Phainon’s expression made it all worth it.

He moans loudly, tears falling down repeatedly. He’s already crying from the pleasure and pain of being denied his orgasm once, and you decide to do it again.

You slowly carried your hips up, then bottomed down as you clenched tightly just for the sheer satisfaction of teasing him. You went slowly, painfully slow at first, wanting Phainon to beg you to go faster. The slick pooling from his pelvis, making each thrust sticky with both your pre-cum mixed together.

“P-please… go faste— agh—!” Messing with him you decided to ride him faster, not letting him finish his sentence. You already knew what he wants, what you both wanted at that moment.

Phainon was already getting overwhelmed, dick twitching inside of you repeatedly. Yet that burning feeling was still there, bothering him to the brim. His head thrown back as constant moans left his pretty bleeding lips.

Your hands moved swiftly from his chest to his neck. You applied gentle pressure on his pulse points, enhancing his sensory overload with more pleasure. He’s now lightheaded; the hand that was on your waist is now on top of your hand on his neck. He whimpered at the contact.

“F-fuck… I-I’m close…” He breaths louder, breath getting heavier, his hips thrusting as it matches yours. Everytime you’d fall on his dick, he’d thrust up, you’d be lying if you said you aren't close to cumming. You are. His other arm gave up, he placed it on your waist, making sure you don’t fall off while riding him.

However, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of cumming yet. You stopped just as he was about to shoot his load. Phainon whimpered, groaned, and cried loudly. Everything was already overwhelming to him, but being denied orgasm again was breaking him completely he started to sob.

It wasn’t just your normal sob, it was an emotional one. Your pussy throbbed at the sound, as he sobbed more when he felt you clench on his dick. All he wanted was to cum yet here you are restricting him from achieving the pinnacle of pleasure.

He was already upset about losing the bet, but being also denied by his own lover was putting him on another pedestal. He couldn't anymore, he wanted his dick to soften and tell you that he's very upset but he couldn't. It just stayed hard inside of you, twitching more.

You sensed that something was wrong, but everything still felt too pleasurable. Phainon's misery seems to influence your feelings too, prompting you to ask, “You okay?...” gently removing his hands from his eyes while he sobs and hiccups.

Phainon shakes his head and says, “I-I’m sorry… I already said I—I—.” You feel a bit guilty but also recall how good your lover is at fooling others by acting. So, you're unsure which to trust. He could easily overpower you with his muscular physique but he didn't.

You cooed and leaned down to kiss him, saying, "I’m sorry too… I promise I won’t tease you too much again.” Well, it was fun while it lasted. Now, you just want to lie back down and let him take the lead again—you kinda missed that dynamic.

Phainon nodded, calming down after a few minutes. It was all an act—his frustration at being denied an orgasm led him to guilt trip you as his secret tactic. In reality, he enjoyed every moment of what you were doing earlier and considered letting you take the lead more often.

Suddenly, Phainon was on top of you, face pressed against your neck, leaving bite marks as proof that Phainon lost the bet when Mydei sees you next time. Arm locked securely around your neck, while you lay on your front. His other arm was beneath you, rubbing your clit in circles.

His thrusts were erratic, hard, fast paced, as you clinged on his bicep, other hand holding on the pillow for your dear life. Leaving deep scratch marks on his bicep with your nails. Your legs twitching from the pleasure of his dick drilling into you repeatedly.

All you could do was moan his name, pussy clenching as Phainon hits your g-spot making you clench each thrusts. Toes pointing like a ballerina from the pleasure he’s giving you.

Phainon muttering small apologies and I love you’s as he whimpered against your ears. He didn't even waste time from thrusting, pouring his pent-up desire from the past few weeks. Letting it all out at this very moment. From all those touches, revealing clothes, and sounds you made trying to get him to fuck you.

You’re genuinely thankful for Mydei. Right now, you're experiencing the best sex of your life, with Phainon thrusting inside you, and the slick from earlier drips onto your clit with his fingers circling it softly, then it drips to the bed sheet from both your bodies.

As you chased your high, the room is filled with the sound of wet smacking, cum mixing together. No corner was safe as it echoed through your whole bedroom. The scent of sex was undeniable, it was hot, steamy, and passionate.

Just as Phainon thrusts inside you, a ring of cum was already forming on the base of his dick from all the thrusting he did inside of you, balls slapping against your clit adding more pleasure to what you’re already receiving.

It was messy, Phainon turned your face to the side and kissed you passionately. You’re both close, he could feel it, without a second thought, he went faster. Your legs were threatening to close, but his legs were firmed placed between them. Making you spread apart more, you’re already trashing underneath him suffocating against the kiss.

“Cum with me.” With one swift word, Phainon broke the kiss as he whimpered against your ear, gasping while he empties himself inside you. Hot cum filling your womb, you clenched around him digging your nails against his bicep, surely leaving red long marks for tomorrow. Your teeth biting into the chunk of flesh on his arm hard making Phainon groan from pain mixed with pleasure.

Your pussy was spasming from it, both of you dealt with the blow of releasing your sexual frustration out and it felt so fucking good. You were breathing heavily from your high, when Phainon suddenly started to grind slowly, pressing more into your G-spot. You hit him playfully, overstimulated from your orgasm.

“A-another?… please,” Phainon said kissing the side of your cheek, you rolled your eyes, knowing you couldn't deny his begging. His dick wasn't softening, and he showed no signs of stopping. This was going to be a long night, you kind of regret giving him all ten chocolates in one go. That was your lesson today.

Regarding Phainon's lesson, he realized that no artifact is as valuable as feeling your pussy every night. He regrets making that bet with Mydei but is also grateful because it brought you both closer. Additionally, he just had the best sex of his life.

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ⟢. © cchampagnepapii 2025

note. ✦ I’m wrapping my this up at 1:35 am plus I have lectures tomorrow at 8, have finals this week before Christmas break, and partially drunk cause I’m inside a club with my friends right now HAHA I’m going insane. Oh and this was from an ask! Plus I always write pwp so I took inspiration from Sabrina’s song! Just click on the title and it’ll lead you to it. Lwkey sorry if there's some grammar/spelling errors 🫠🫠 also here a link for the moans refrence lol

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DIGITAL OVERDRIVE! (various hsr men x fem!reader, 18+)

they can't see you in person so the next best alternative lies within their screen..

ft. phainon, mydei, aventurine, gepard, dan heng, loucha

warnings: modern au, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, use of toys, edging, squirting, semi public sex

PHAINON

'oh phai.. why didn't you just tell me earlier?' you watch as he palms the bulge in his sweats, the camera panned down at his crotch as he ruts into his hand.

'didn't wanna bother you on your internship..' there's a hint of shame in his voice as the last few words trail off into a whimper. Poor boy can't even go one and half weeks without wanting to touch you. 'could you.. do you have time right now?'

you smile and set your phone down on the nightstand, facing the bed in your hotel room as you crawl onto the mattress. you spread your legs in front of the camera and he watches intently, tugging his pants down to expose his aching, reddened cock. Using two fingers, you press against your pussy, already pulsing and beginning to leak from the sight of his pent- up, desperate state.

'fuuuuck...' he breathes, low voice echoing through your airpods and straight to your core. You never really saw the appeal of phone sex up till now; your boyfriend rubbing himself off alone in his bedroom was something you wouldn't mind seeing more often. You push a finger past your folds, falling against the pillow as you start stroking yourself, letting out soft sighs as your gaze follows every movement of his finger along the length of his dripping cock. There was so much precum flowing, you imagined how good it would feel to have his tip prodding your hole, the warm liquid blissfully slathering all over.

it doesn't take long before he's cumming, dribbles of his release splattering on the screen, leaving a blurry white streak right across the camera as you feel yourself on the verge of your first high of the night.

'hmm.. think you got time for one more?'

MYDEI

you nervously place your phone at the foot of the bed as you sit in front of it, not sure what to do next. Mydei was the one who'd brought up the idea, assuring you that he'd talk you through it. He was away for a week on a business trip to penacony and just couldn't stop thinking about you in the quiet of his room every night.

'come on sweetheart, why don't you start by playing with yourself a little? you've done it before.' he coos, instructing you to open your legs a little wider as you graze the slick heat of your cunt.

'that's a good girl... you're so doing well.. my, you're so wet for me, aren't you? Can't wait to return so I can feel that dripping pussy myself.'

'hah, shut up!' you manage to say, breath catching in your throat as you observe his abdomen flex and tense up, cock hard and erect against his stomach. Slender, skilled fingers wrap around the base as he squeezes it, blood rushing to his sensitive tip now blushing a pretty shade of pink.

'why don't you slip a finger in f'me? can you do that?' his voice is soft and composed despite the state of his body, twitching and writhing in his own grip as his camera shakes a little. You sheepishly press the tip of your middle finger as it slowly slips in, closing your eyes and pretending it was him penetrating you instead.

'oh fuck.. yeah, just like that, just curl it a little more.' he directs, cheeks heating as he watches you pleasure yourself. 'feels good, doesn't it?'

He could do this all night if he didn't have a meeting early the next morning.

AVENTURINE

You're in the middle of dinner when you receive a sudden video call from aventurine. You frown, surprised because he usually texts you first to check before calling. Looking around, you spot your friends at the buffet table filling their plates and decide to pick up.

The moment you accept the call you nearly drop your phone.

You're greeted by the sight of your boyfriend in the shower as he strokes his cock and lathers soap all over it, bubbles sliding down his thick, veiny shaft. two seconds later you hang up, mortified as you feel the heat rising to your cheeks, hoping no one saw that. The second you to return to your dorm you dart into the room and slam the door shut, ringing him again.

'what the fuck aven, I was in public!'

'aww, did I get you all flustered? too bad you missed the real show, I just got out of the shower actually.' damn it. A small part of you hoped he was still at it; you kinda needed some release as well and that would've been a pretty good source.

'...can you get back in?'

Minutes later you've got two fingers knuckle- deep in your puffy cunt as you watch him massage his cock in the shower. His low moans echo around the marble walls, hot steam making him all flushed and pretty as he continues stroking himself in quick, long motions.

'this enough soap? or should I add more?'

GEPARD

‘be a good girl and turn up the vibration for me?’

locks of messy blond hair stick to his forehead, crystal blue eyes almost staring into your soul as you hesitantly press the small silicone button. Your face contorts with pleasure as a sharp heat pools in your core, hips rocking against the toy as gepard smirks.

'bet you wish you were riding my cock instead..' he sighs. Ever since you left for your family vacation he's resorted to touching himself every night. It didn't get him the satisfaction he needed; even now, his cock throbbed with frustration knowing he wasn't there to fill your leaking pussy. But this'll do for now.

He turns up the volume to hear your little whimpers and pleas, struggling to keep yourself from cumming before he lets you. But it's hard, so hard to control yourself when you're imagining him thrusting into you, hitting your g-spot with every graze of his tip inside your fluttering hole.

'Mmph.. don't cum yet, not until I say so.. j- just a little while more,' he warns, eyeing his screen and noticing the familiar way your pussy is clenching around the toy. She won’t last much longer, he thinks, biting his swollen lip and sucking in a sharp breath.

suddenly the pleasure peaks and you feel yourself squirting unexpectedly, leaving a wet mess all over yourself as you mumble an apology.

‘didn’t say you could cum yet, did I? You’re lucky I’m not there right now.’ There’s a teasing lilt in his voice and your cheeks heat up. It’s so over when you get home.

DAN HENG

As calm and collected as this guy is, his weak spot lies in the genuine frustration that brews when he can’t touch you and feel you physically with him; especially for long periods of time.

You thought two weeks wasn’t that bad. You expected him to be unfazed when you got back. But guess what? four days in and you pick up his call just to see him rutting against the mattress like a desparate rabbit in heat, face all red and flustered.

‘Damn, miss me already?’ The ache in your lower region is undeniable, but you’re still surprised at the state you found him in.

‘mmffph- missed that fuckin’ pussy so bad..hah..’ He presses himself further into the sheets, camera shaking as he struggles to keep his phone upright. You’re not sure where to begin so you simply throw your hoodie to the side and run your hands over your tits, squeezing and playing with them as he continues trying to get himself off.

‘do that again,’ he gasps. ‘keep- keep playing with your tits like that. Please?’

A rush of hot arousal begins oozing from your neglected pussy as you do as he says, kneading the soft flesh of your breasts with one hand as the other holds the phone facing down so he can also get a glimpse of what’s below.

You haven’t actually touched yourself yet and he’s already like this.. this was definitely gonna be a long call.

LUOCHA

You hate that you were doing this. It’s so wrong; if anyone walks in it’s over. But that didn’t stop you from answering Luocha’s video call in your office on a random wednesday afternoon, did it?

To be fair, it’s been almost three weeks since you’ve seen him. He was on a business trip in penacony and the timezone difference from the luofu meant that his night time was your afternoon.

‘Hey baby,’ he smiles sweetly. His long hair is tied up in a messy bun and he’s sprawled on the hotel bed in nothing but a loose pair of boxers. ‘You still at work?’ He squints at your background and his smile morphs into a devious smirk. ‘Naughty girl.’

A few minutes of dirty talking later, you find your hand under the hem of your panties as you rub your clit, a pleasurable warmth building up as you grind against your hand. You’re praying no one hears the way your chair is squeaking ever so slightly as you grind down for more friction. Meanwhile he’s watching you, not even bothering to touch himself yet as he indulges in the sight of his pretty girlfriend getting herself off in the middle of her shift.

Something about the way you keep glancing behind to check the door- the thrill of getting caught- turns him on so much. He just loves how nervous you get every time he instructs you to add another finger, your clear slick sinfully dripping off the edge of your chair.

Fortunately, all goes well with no one knocking on the door today.

[cherryses]

(suggestive!) thinking about sending phainon a spicy photo in the middle of your family christmas dinner...

you had this planned out way before the gathering at your relatives' house- before leaving the bathroom to get dressed for the occasion, you snapped a quick photo at an angle you just knew would get the man riled up.

now you're seated among your family members and relatives in front of a generous spread of food, you between 2 of your cousins and phainon at the far end of the table, sandwiched between your dad and aunt. The air is filled with warmth and happiness as you reach out to grab a baked potato, soaking in the holiday atmosphere and the smell of christmas. Phainon also seems to be enjoying himself, engrossed in a conversation with your dad who happens to be really fond of the white haired boy.

Under the table about 30 minutes later, your quick fingers move to send the pic from earlier and within seconds he's checking your text; and it takes you everything to stifle your laugh when his eyes widen and he immediately scoots back in his chair. A wave of heat floods through his body under his sweater and his fingers tremble as they glide across the screen. thankfully, everyone is too busy to notice the heat creeping up his pale cheeks.

phai: ???

phai: you're insane

phai: baby you can't just do that

you make eye contact with him from across the table and his mouth is opening and closing like a goldfish, raking his fingers through his hair and fumbling to turn off his phone right as your dad turns towards him with raised eyebrows.

later in the evening your boyfriend gets a moment alone with you in the kitchen. You're pouring yourself a glass of juice when he sneaks up behind you and grabs your waist, pressing himself against you as you gasp and lean on the countertop.

'just wait 'til we get home,' he whispers in your ear, voice low and raspy and so unlike the polite manner he presented just minutes ago in front of everyone. He turns around, eyeing the doorway to make sure no one enters before squeezing your sides. 'No running away. you're not getting any sleep tonight.'

[phainonsdawnlight]

ᥫ᭡ Phainon is the type to say something maddeningly sweet out of nowhere. He’ll be silent for a long period, eyes fixed on you, before casually dropping a line like “You make the stars look dull tonight.” When you whip around in disbelief, tilting his head slightly, smiling. “What? It’s true!”

ᥫ᭡ Bro’s the type to brush a strand of hair out of your face in the morning. He’ll do it carefully, like even the gentlest touch might wake you. He leans down, placing the softest kiss against your forehead, thumb stroking your cheek as though memorizing the shape of you in sleep.

ᥫ᭡ Bro’s the type to randomly kiss you when you rant. He listens intently, but his gaze keeps flicking down to your lips. It’s almost unconscious when he leans in to press a quick kiss there, leaving you mid-sentence. He pulls back with a blinding grin—“Sorry! couldn’t help myself! Please, go on, my dear.”

ᥫ᭡ Bro’s the type to pretend he doesn’t care if you’re gone too long. He’ll lean back in his chair, arms crossed, muttering “They’ll be back eventually.” But his eyes keep flicking toward the clock, the door, his phone—anything to count the seconds. By the time you return, he's all over you. Don't ever leave this man alone, he'll go crazy.

ᥫ᭡ Bro’s the type to lean against the wall with his arms crossed, staring, until you notice. When you finally ask if he needs something, he’ll just shrug, lips quirking up at the corner. “Nothing”

ᥫ᭡ Bro’s the type to hold your hand during the most simple things. Grocery shopping, chores, travel plans—he weaves his fingers with yours as naturally as breathing.

ᥫ᭡ Bro’s the type to lean in close when you’re talking—but it’s never just a casual lean. Whenever he claims he “can’t hear you,” he dips into your personal space, lowering his head so his face is only inches from yours. His eyes lock on yours, sharp and star-bright, with that teasing little curve tugging at his lips. AHH IF HE DID THIS TO ME?!?

ᥫ᭡ Bro’s the type to drag his thumb across your lower lip while pretending it’s casual… It’s never really casual, though. He’ll brush that thumb slow, the pad of it lingering just a heartbeat too long, like he’s testing how soft your mouth feels. His gaze stays locked there, darkened and unblinking, and the smallest curl of a smirk tugs his lips as if he knows exactly what he’s doing.

ᥫ᭡ Bro’s the type to kiss you slow, like he’s savoring every second. He drags it out, lips brushing yours with agonizing patience, like he wants to memorize your exact shape and taste. His hand cups your jaw, steady and grounding, holding you exactly where he wants you. And just when you’re melting into it, he pulls back, his mouth drooling, his breath unsteady.

ᥫ᭡ Bro’s the type to act composed until you touch him. When you’ve got him beneath you, when your hands or mouth are on him. His voice falters, low and shaky, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip to keep from letting everything spill out at once. He’ll still try to hold your gaze, but the second your touch drags just right, his breath hitches, his legs tense, and his carefully crafted composure shatters in a mess of gasps and broken murmurs. He hates how easily you undo him—yet the way he arches into your touch proves he craves it.

ᥫ᭡ Bros The type to beg without realizing. He doesn’t outright say “please” at first, but his tone gets all shaky, voice dropping lower, repeating your name like a prayer. Eventually, he slips up and outright pleads because he can’t hold back.

ᥫ᭡ Bros the type to Turn into absolute putty the moment you praise him. craving approval in ways he doesn’t even admit to himself. A single “good boy” whispered in his ear and his knees go weak, his breath hitching as if you’ve just pulled his strings. He blushes furiously, but secretly thrives on being told he’s obedient, pretty, or pleasing.

ᥫ᭡ Bros the type to Whimpers. he doesn’t stay silent. He tries to, but his body betrays him—soft whimpers, shaky breaths, broken little moans. The kind that make you want to push him further just to hear more. GOOD GOD

[firefliesoul-corner]

Studying for exams makes me wonder... would Phainon like what I'm studying right now? Would he be interested? Would he try to understand it and maybe hear me yap about it?

I feel like Phainon is the type to bring you snacks or your favorite drink during your studying session.

If you are particularly anxious, he would even offer to massage your tense shoulders.

"Your shoulders are SO TENSE, i like how serious you are about studying, but please take a break, i would HATE seeing you get sick".

He gets so worked up over your health; please make sure to always take care of yourself, or he'll have to step up and force you to take a break.

There could be times where he would be excited to help you study and learn together the subject of your next exam, studying with Phainon is much fun and interesting.

He would make it more playful and engaging. He would totally transform it into a little competition, testing you with a pop quiz.

"You are a good learner, partner, let me ask you something more difficult!" He would say with boyish grin, whenever you answer right.

Or

"I bet you won't get this right, if i win you owe me a prize" he would tease winking at you.

And if you have a hard time answering, he'll make sure you won't feel ashamed about it and help you understand anything that's unclear to you.

Are you pulling an all-nighter? I bet Phainon would not make you go through it alone. He knows you can accomplish anything even on your own, but he can't help but be worried about your well-being, so he would stay up with you, checking on you evey now and then. And if you fall asleep on your desk, he would make sure you are as comfortable as possible, putting a blanket on your shoulders, or even by gently picking you up, careful not to wake you up, to bring you somewhere more comfy.

*sigh* to have Phainon as a studying buddy🩵

[phainonbinary]

Phainon

phainon

[cherryses]

been obsessed with making yogurt bowls lately👅

this one has bananas, frozen figs, raspberries and blueberries :D

[meebochii]

❤️

[cherryses]

(18+, fem!reader) thinking about dry humping with phainon..

the one thing phainon loves about having sex with you is the fact that there’s no rush. It’s just you, him and the ambience of the bedroom. He’s a patient man who loves taking his own sweet time drawing out your pleasure.

But he also enjoys teasing you mercilessly just to hear your sweet voice beg for more.

yet another instance of this lays right in front of you. Your hands are in his hair, back arched as you desperately thrust your hips against his erection. He refuses to take his pants off just yet and instructs you to leave your panties on. It’ll be worth it, trust me.

You’re doubting him now, really, because the immense heat pooling in your core is becoming frustrating; especially knowing the only thing stopping you from making full contact with him was the stupid fabric.

A hand sneaks down to where your bodies were almost connected, and your fingers attempt to slide in and push the thin cotton aside to expose your folds. He’s immediately grabbing onto your wrist and you let out a noise in protest.

‘shh… you’re extra whiny today, what’s the matter?’ He coos innocently, lifting his hips a little higher so the clothed tip of his cock teased the warm, damp spot between your legs.

‘just touch me already.’ you hiss, grinding your hips down harder, rubbing back and forth to maintain friction. It’s not enough anymore. Your slick- drenched panties start to wet the fabric of his pants and he can vaguely feel the outline of your delicate pussy against the head of his cock.

‘Keep doing that, baby. You might just make me- hah- cum from this..’ He cradles your waist, angling himself again to nudge gently at the spot where your clit was. You twitch in his arms, whimpering as you rock yourself against him. A pleasurable warmth radiates through your body as you repeat the motion. Phainon sighs softly, enjoying the feeling of his rough pants dragging across his swollen tip.

You let out a particularly loud moan as your clothed clit bumps against him, burying your face in his shoulder as you feel waves of pleasure gently roll through your lower region.

‘you’re such a mess and we haven’t even taken our clothes off. now imagine how good that’s gonna feel...’

[notesfromthemirror]

can we get a fanfic where phainon eat reader out in their own private pool?😭 lmao

Worship in Warm Water (Phainon x Reader)

A/N: Hi anon. :) Thank you for the request! My Phainon brainrot is always strong, but I have to be in the right headspace for smut. This one sat in my drafts for a while, but then it turned out… pretty intense. Hope the wait was worth it. Enjoy :)

MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact)

Tags: Smut. MDNI. Female Reader / AFAB Reader. Soft Dom Phainon. Oral Sex (Reader Receiving). Semi-Public Setting (Private Pool Sex). Praise Kink. Phainon Being Vocal. Multiple Orgasms. Body Worship. Sensuality. Worshipful Tone. He Takes Care of You. Aftercare. Established Relationship.

Word count: 1919

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The bathhouse is quiet at night.

Steam drifts over the surface of the private pool, blurring the light into warm gold. The air is thick, humid, scented with something faintly floral.

Phainon stands in the water already, waist-deep, the glow catching in his hair. He’s watching you before you even reach the edge.

“You’re tense,” he says, voice soft. “You’ve been hiding it since midday.”

You pause, fingers hovering over the tie of your robe. “…You noticed?”

His eyes soften. Just slightly. Just enough.

“I always notice.” A pause. “When it comes to you, I notice everything.”

Something warm uncurls in your chest. You let the robe fall.

He extends a hand.

When you step into the water, heat envelops you instantly. Silky, almost liquid warmth that seeps into your muscles, your bones, your breath. You sink in with a slow exhale you didn’t know you’d been holding.

Phainon watches you with quiet focus. Patient. Attentive. But underneath—something rawer. Something that flickers in his gaze.

“You shouldn’t allow your body to stay wound so tightly,” he murmurs, moving closer through the water. Slow. Deliberate. Each step sending ripples that lap against your skin. “It hurts you more than you admit.”

“Phainon…”

You don’t know what you meant to say. But he hears everything in the way you breathe his name.

His fingers brush your jaw. Barely there.

You shiver.

The sound he makes is small. Soft but sharp-edged, like your reaction hit him somewhere vulnerable.

“You feel that much?” he asks quietly. “Just from this?”

You try to speak. Fail.

The water is too warm.

He is too close.

His thumb traces along your jawline, featherlight. “You’re trembling.”

“I’m not—”

“You are.” His voice drops lower. “And I don’t think it’s from the cold.”

Your breath catches.

Phainon’s eyes darken. He steps closer still—close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his chest, see the way his pulse beats steady at his throat.

“Tell me something,” he says. “Did you come into the water because you wanted to relax… or because you wanted me closer?”

Your heart stutters.

You know the truth.

He knows it too.

“That’s what I thought.”

His thumb drags across your lower lip. Slow. Testing.

“You can tell me what you want, dawnlight.” His voice is soft. “Or I can read it from your body. Either way—” He leans in, breath warm against your cheek. “—I intend to give it to you.”

Heat coils low in your stomach.

“Phainon…” Your voice comes out shaky. Wanting.

His breath shudders.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Say my name like that again.”

He leans in, lips brushing your cheek.

“I brought you here because you needed relief,” he whispers against your skin. “But if you want more—if you want me—tell me now. I need to hear you say it.”

You whisper something. Maybe his name. Maybe a plea.

Whatever it is, it ruins him.

His control fractures. You see it happen—the way his jaw tightens, the way his breath goes ragged, the way his hands flex at his sides like he’s barely holding himself back.

He presses his forehead to yours.

“You want me to touch you,” he says, voice rough. Raw. “Don’t you?”

You nod. You don’t trust your voice.

“Words, dawnlight.” Soft command. “I need your words.”

“Yes,” you manage. “Please.”

Something shifts in his expression. Goes molten.

“Then let me take care of you.”

His hands settle on your waist—firm, grounding—and he begins to sink lower in the water.

Your breath catches.

“Phainon—”

“Shh.” He presses a kiss to your sternum. Another to the space between your ribs. “Hold onto the edge for me. Keep yourself steady.”

You reach back blindly, fingers finding the smooth stone lip of the pool.

He watches you obey. Something hungry flickers in his gaze.

“Good,” he murmurs, voice dropping into that deeper register. The one he uses when he’s either furious or wanting. “Just like that. Don’t let go.”

His mouth trails lower.

Your stomach. The curve of your hip. The soft skin just above the waterline.

“You’re already warm,” he breathes against you. His fingers trace up your inner thighs beneath the water, parting them gently. “Already wanting.” He looks up at you through the steam, eyes dark. “The water didn’t do that, did it?”

You shake your head.

His smile is devastating. Soft and sharp all at once.

“It’s me,” he says quietly. Not a question. “I did this to you.”

“Yes—”

“Good.”

He exhales shakily. Like your admission broke something open in him.

“Then I’m going to take such good care of you, dawnlight. I’m going to make you feel everything.”

His lips meet the inside of your thigh first.

Slow. Testing. Worshipful.

The warm water laps against your skin with each movement, but his breath is hotter—burning against you.

You gasp. Your fingers tighten on the stone.

“That’s it,” Phainon murmurs against your skin. “Let me hear you.”

He trails higher. Deliberate, open-mouthed kisses that grow bolder with each one. His hands slip beneath your thighs, spreading them wider, guiding—never forcing—your body toward his waiting mouth.

“You don’t have to hold yourself together,” Phainon whispers. “Not with me. Not ever with me.”

Your knees buckle.

He catches you instantly. Steadies you with strong hands.

“I have you,” he breathes. “I won’t let you fall.”

And then his mouth finds you.

There.

You cry out—sharp and sudden—and the sound seems to shatter him.

He groans against you. Low, raw, unguarded. The vibration makes your whole body shake.

“Yes,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “That sound. Give me that sound again.”

He works you slowly at first. Learning you. Testing what makes you gasp, what makes you moan, what makes your thighs tremble around him.

“So responsive,” he murmurs against your flesh. “So perfect.” His tongue drags slow and deliberate, and you keen. “You have no idea what you do to me. How long I’ve thought about this. About you.”

Your hips jerk involuntarily. He holds them steady with firm hands.

“Easy, dawnlight.” But his voice is strained now. Hungry. “Let me savor you.”

He presses deeper. His tongue moves with familiar precision—circling, stroking, devouring—and all you can do is hold on.

“You taste divine,” he groans. “Like you were made for me.”

You feel it building.

The tension. The heat. The impossible pressure coiling tighter and tighter—

Your legs shift restlessly in the water. Your foot brushes against him—against the hard length of him, straining, unmistakable.

You gasp.

So does he.

“Phainon—you’re—”

He shudders. Actually shudders, mouth going still against you.

“I know.” His voice is rough. Barely controlled. “I’m painfully aware.”

Your hand moves instinctively—reaching for him, wanting to touch—

He catches your wrist.

“No.” His voice shakes, but his grip is steady. His thumb strokes over your pulse point. “Not yet.”

“But you—”

“This is about you.” He presses a kiss to your inner thigh. Soft and grounding. “Right now, I only want to make you feel good. Let me have this.” His eyes meet yours through the steam. Dark. Desperate. “Please.”

The plea undoes you.

You nod.

His exhale is shaky with gratitude.

“Thank you,” he whispers. And then, he adds, “Now—where was I?”

He doesn’t start gentle this time.

He lifts your thighs over his shoulders—one, then the other—until you’re spread open for him, supported entirely by his strength. The new angle is overwhelming. Exposed. Intimate.

“Hold the edge,” he commands. “Don’t let go.”

“Phainon—”

“I’ve got you.” He kisses your thigh. “I’ve always got you.”

And then he consumes you.

There’s nothing slow about it now. Nothing careful. He eats you like he’s starving. Like you’re the only thing that could ever satisfy him.

“Gods, you taste so good,” he groans into you. “So wet. So perfect. You have no idea—” He breaks off, mouth working faster, harder. “—no idea how many times I’ve imagined this—”

You moan. Loud. Unrestrained.

He moans back—desperate, vibrating against your most sensitive flesh—and the sound nearly breaks you.

“That’s it,” he pants. “Let me hear you. Let everyone hear you. I want them to know—” His tongue presses deep. “—that I’m the one making you fall apart.”

Your back arches. Your legs shake. You’re right on the edge, teetering—

He pulls back just enough to look at you.

His pupils are blown wide. His lips are slick. His hair is damp and disheveled and he looks absolutely wrecked.

“Look at me,” he commands. “I want to watch you come undone.”

Your eyes lock with his.

“Now, dawnlight.” He seals his mouth over you. “Give it to me.”

You shatter.

You scream his name—or something close to it—and he holds you through every wave, groaning against you like your pleasure is his own, like he’s falling right alongside you.

“Yes,” he breathes when you finally stop shaking. “Yes. Perfect. You’re so perfect.” He looks almost humbled. Like your pleasure undid him more than his touch undid you.

He doesn’t move away immediately.

He stays close—forehead resting against your thigh, breath warm on your oversensitive skin, hands steady on your trembling legs.

Then, slowly, he lowers you back into the water.

“Come here.”

He pulls you into his arms, lifting you against his chest like you weigh nothing. You’re still shaking. Still floating.

“You’re trembling, dawnlight,” he murmurs into your hair. “Lean on me. I’ve got you.”

You melt into him.

The water is warm.

He is warmer.

After a long moment, he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, then another to your neck.

“Tell me,” he says quietly. Something vulnerable flickering beneath the steadiness. “Did I overwhelm you… or give you what you wanted?”

You nuzzle into his throat.

“Both.”

His breath catches.

“Good,” he whispers. “That’s exactly what I intended.”

You shift in his arms, settling more comfortably—and feel him against you.

Still hard. Still wanting.

His jaw tightens.

“Ignore that,” he murmurs. “Tonight was about you.”

“But I don’t want to ignore it.” You press closer deliberately. Watch his eyes flutter shut. “I want to make you feel good too.”

“Dawnlight—”

“Please.” You kiss his jaw. His throat. The corner of his mouth. “Let me have you. The way you had me.”

He makes a sound. Low, rough, breaking.

His hands tremble where they hold your thighs.

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” You roll your hips against him, and his whole body shudders. “I need to. Please, Phainon.”

Something snaps behind his eyes.

“Hah,” he breathes. “You really will be my ruin.”

He kisses you then. Deep and urgent, tasting of steam and wanting and you.

When he pulls back, his voice is controlled but his eyes are wild.

“Like this,” he murmurs, shifting you in his arms, pulling you closer with one hand while the other pushes his trunks down. “We’ll do it like this. Slowly. Together.” He positions you over him, the blunt heat of him pressing against your entrance. “Does that sound good, dawnlight?”

You kiss him.

“Yes.”

His forehead drops to yours.

“Thank you,” Phainon whispers. Like you’re giving him a gift. Like he’s the lucky one.

And then he guides you down onto him, and the only sound is the water lapping at the edges of the pool and both of you gasping each other’s names.

___ A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. :)

I miss him a lot. More Phainon to follow soon. :)

MASTERLIST.

[haloviians-deactivated20260122]

𝜗ৎ lovely to just lay here with you

.ᐟ.ᐟ the hsr boys waking up in the morning with you

♡ characters included : sunday , dr. ratio , aventurine , mydeimos , phainon , boothill , argenti , dan heng ♡ fluff & completely sfw & gn!reader ♡ ⤷ sunnie's note : big thanks to my friend ves for helping me come up with the ideas for some of these !! namely blade & boothill's ♡ also! mydei and phainon might be slightly ooc! i'm basing theirs off character analyses of them, as i'm still only in penacony.

sunday is a very early riser, as well as quite a calm sleeper. as they say, the early bird gets the worm! he likes to wake up around 6:00am or 6:30am, and on rare occasions he will "sleep in" until 7:00am. usually, you'll wake up to him quietly reading a book beside you. the sight is serene, the gentle warm-colored lights of the side table lamp illuminating one side of his face. when hearing you stir, sunday would look down at you with a gentle smile. he'd lean down and place a kiss on your temple, then would go back to reading his book until he's ready to get out of bed.

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aventurine is an absolutely gorgeous sleeper. however, he's the opposite of a morning person. he has to set about 8 alarms, each separated by 10 minutes, to get himself to wake up, and don't even try to have a coherent conversation with him until he's saying things that make sense to you first. otherwise, he's snuggling into your chest, his legs tangled with yours. whenever another one of his alarms go off, he groans and begrudgingly moves one of his arms from around you to shut the alarm off. at the eighth alarm, aventurine finally comes to his senses with a yawn, hugging you tight for a moment longer before finally sitting up and leaving bed. of course, there's a few words exchanged between you before then, but most of your conversation takes place while the two of you are getting ready together.

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mydeimos wakes up earlier than he'd like to admit. he holds you in his arms all night, and wakes up far earlier than you do, though he won't tell you that. he pretends to wake up when he feels you stir in his arms, letting out a gruff sigh and pulling you tighter against him. mydei tends to sleep without a shirt on, so the first thing you wake up to is that wonderful chest of his pressed against you. he gently messes with your hair for a moment, before turning over and getting up. your mornings with him are short, but the mundanity of them certainly means a lot to mydei.

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phainon is an absolute sweetheart in the mornings. he loves it when you use his chest as a pillow, so as soon as he wakes up, he's pulling your head to his chest and running his fingers through your hair. of course, this action wakes you up, but you can't hold it against the poor man -- he's just very touchy. you feign sleep for him, just for a few minutes so he won't feel guilty for waking you. once you do wake, phainon greets you with a sleepy smile and a "good morning, my love!" he stays there with you for a while, gently playing with your hair and just taking in the morning light. however, to phainon's dismay, he must get up and leave your comforting, warm embrace.

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boothill does not let you get a lick of sleep -- and not in a good way. you love him to the ends of the earth, however, this man snores like an engine. unless you were the deepest sleeper to exist, there's not a chance you're sleeping through the whole night. boothill sleeps sprawled out on the bed, mouth agape and sometimes muttering random little things through his sleep. in the mornings, when boothill wakes up, the first thing he does is look over at you to see if you got any sleep. when he sees you whisked off in dreamland, he softly strokes your arm with his cold, metal fingers and places a kiss on your cheek. he'll then get up out of bed, but won't leave your bedroom, and will wait for you to wake up before he does anything else.

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argenti is a gorgeous sight to see when you first wake up. he looks like he's already been awake for an hour doing a skincare routine and fixing his hair. but no, he just naturally looks like that. argenti gives you flowery words from the moment he sees your eyes flutter open, pulling you against him and rambling about how amazing a sight it is to see you first thing in the morning. he'll lay there with you for a while, one of his hands resting on your lower back with his thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin. when the two of you eventually have to get up, argenti sits up with a toss of his hair, his eyes fluttering in an impossibly perfect way.

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dan heng is possibly one of the most cuddly people you've ever seen in your entire life. all night, he's wrapped around you, like if he let go you'd escape and never come back. your legs are tangled together, and his arms are wrapped around you from behind. dan heng's face is nestled into your hair, his soft breaths against your scalp. he's a heavy sleeper, so he stays in this same position all night, like a cage around you. you'll know he wakes up because he'll let out a soft sigh and his arms will tighten slightly. he doesn't get up right away, but when he does he's dragging you with him by the hand, not letting go until necessary.

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⤷ sunnie's note : i finished all of these while rewatching the first wicked movie. phenomenal background noise! i also feel like you can really tell where i locked in + got into my writing groove, lol

do not feed my work into ai, translate it, or post it anywhere else

[cherryses]

they came and so did i

[hitomisuzuya]

Sighhhh I’m kinda out of ideas rn so give me any aventurine smut and im sold 🤞

aventurine x fem!reader. smut. fingering. squirting. mention of blow job at the end.

i won't stand for this nonsense that dan heng pt is a better shielder than daddy😤 i won't stand for it at all!

it is all business as usual for aventurine. the door to his office is locked, and he took meeting call after meeting call with ease. welding his knowledge of business like a weapon, all with the same confidently smug smile on his face.

"given the position you are in, friend," he says the word friend almost sarcastically, "i'm sure you understand there isn't much room for negotiation," there is something that his business clients didn't know.

that his fingers are knuckle deep in his secretary's pussy. he casually discusses business, pumping his fingers with calculated ease. your thighs tremble, and your fingernails dig into the surface of his desk with every hook and flick into your sweet spot.

juices ooze from your pussy, soaking into his gloves. your body spasms as his thumb swipes over your throbbing clit. the drag and rub of his knuckles feel like they hit every sensitive nerve in your cunt. the struggle to hold your moans back is overwhelming.

he takes in the mess he is making of his secretary, feasting his eyes on you with a knowing smirk. he knows he filling your pretty pussy up perfectly with his fingers. making you see stars as he almost lazily scissors your walls apart.

you are perched on his desk with your legs spread obediently for him. perfectly content to let your boss play with your cunt as stress relief. it is taking everything you have not to moan, and babble about how his fingers feel. the urge burns with your building orgasm.

it's almost embarrassing how fast aventurine can make you cum.

you clamp your hand over your mouth as he increases the pressure on your clit. your hips jolt into his fingers, desperate for more friction on your clit. to beg for daddy to make you cum with his fingers.

sensing that you are about to cum, aventurine's smirk widens as he slows down his pace, pulling out one finger. he wants to keep his sweet little secretary on the edge. "very good. i am glad you understand that cooperation is in your best interest," he continues, barely hooking his index finger into your sweet spot.

tears well in your eyes as you swallow a whine of desperation. your pussy feels too empty without his fingers. all you want to do is whimper for more. beg for three to fill you again.

"i'll have my secretary get in touch with you later this week," your back arches as aventurine abruptly pushes three fingers inside of you. you almost choke on the moan you swallow as you grind needily into them.

he scissors your walls apart slowly, making you squeeze your eyes shut. he pauses for a moment, leaving his fingers hovering just next to your sweet spot. you squirm, and fight the urge to whimper.

aventurine mutes the call, and chuckles seeing your state. "take your hand off your mouth, sweetheart. and open your eyes. i want to watch your face while you cum," he purrs teasingly, finally hooking his fingers into your spongy spot.

you hand drops from your mouth as your eyes open, reflecting a haze of fucked out bliss. pleased with your expression, he increases his pace. "but remember to stay quiet," he adds, unmuting the call right when you were going to let out a moan for him.

your eyes widen in panic feeling another certain pressure start to build behind your orgasm. aventurine knows this look well, and he relishes in it. your pussy suddenly gushes before you know it.

your body shakes on his desk as your cunt soils his gloves. the knot of your orgasm unfurls moments later, your gummy walls spasming as an embarrassed flush dusts your cheeks.

muting the call, aventurine chuckles. "making you squirt is the only way i can dignify ruining expensive gloves," he fingers you through your orgasm, leaving you senseless as he resumes the call.

only when he hangs up do you let some of the moans you've been holding in, rocking your hips into his fingers. "you did so well, sweetheart," his purred praise make your walls flutter.

pulling his fingers from your cunt, he pushes back his chair. "now, be a good girl, and get down on your knees," he instructs, and you are all too willing to go down on your knees underneath his desk as he unbuttons his pants.

he dials his next call, pushing his cock head against your lips as he moves your head towards his cock.

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[cherryses]

STRESS RELIEF (phainon x fem!reader, 18+)

summary: the casual arrangement between you and Phainon turns out to be something more, yet neither of you are brave enough to confess the truth.

warnings: nsfw, college au, friends with benefits, casual sex, (slight) mentions of another girl, unaddressed feelings, not proofread :b

wc: 1.1k

9:04pm

hysilens: wya?

hysilens: me n cassie reached already

castorice: •_•

hysilens: hello??

castorice: there’s no dessert left in the dining hall

You see your phone light up from the corner of your eye, gaze immediately averting back to the white head of hair between your thighs. Vision foggy, body trembling, all you can do is let out a weak moan as your fingers plunge into Phainon’s hair and guide him closer to your wet, aching heat.

How many times has this occurred the past week? You’ve lost count. What started as late night study sessions for finals- rushing through papers and meeting pressing deadlines- always ended with your next door neighbour in your sheets, pleasuring you as if he wanted his soul to meld into yours.

You’re not even sure how this became a regular part of your routine. Phainon had been your close friend since you were fourteen. Coincidentally he ended up going to the same college as you and ended up getting assigned to the dorm right next to yours.

Then came the stage when you both realised you needed an outlet to release the pent up frustration accumulating week after week. Late nights, multiple co curricular and leadership commitments, professors handing out homework relentlessly; all these took a toll on you both mentally and physically.

Sooner or later amidst a blur of emotions and impulsive decisions, you discovered how skilled he was in the bedroom.

It’s just sex, you tell yourself every time you feel your hand reach for the phone, thumb instinctively tapping on his contact to send the same text every time: wanna come over for a bit?

It’s a simple, inviting text. Yet Phainon always knows what it actually means.

You both know damn well this little arrangement is not the best way to cope with the stress and chaos of exam season. It’s unhealthy and utterly destructive, honestly. You can’t help but feel a tinge of guilt every time the mattress dips and his strong arms snake under your hoodie. Yet you don’t even try to put a stop to it, to stop texting him every day, to stop letting him control you and making you say things you shouldn’t be saying.

To some extent you feel selfish. His roommate Cyrene who has a crush on him.. how would she feel if she found out that every night he’s not actually playing basketball with the boys? How would she feel if she heard the way you moan his name and cry for him every time he leaves hickeys all over your fragile frame?

You swallow the lump in your throat and shut the thought out of your head, focusing on the man whom you called your friend. He lifts his face from your throbbing hole, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he folds you down in a missionary position and prods at your entrance.

The air is hot and heavy, laced with a sinful lust that makes your heart throb and your head spin. You feel so helpless, so small, every time his body curls over yours like a protective bubble, holding you so tenderly even while he rams his cock deep inside you over and over until you can’t feel anything. All you do is cling onto him, tears wetting his collarbone as you breathe his name and let the anguish and anxiety fade away.

You feel like a heretic every time you beg him to go faster, fingernails cutting into the strong muscle of his back as your body arches and you feel a hot pool of arousal beneath you. Hearing how desperate and shameless you sound always makes you wonder what your younger self would think.

What happened to saying no to casual hookups and one night stands? Is this what you’ve been reduced to?

You’re no better than the teenagers you used to hear your friends complain about- the ones who went to parties, got drunk and ended up in someone’s bed without realising it till the next morning. The only difference here was that you kept using academic stress as an excuse to validate him treating you. Purely to relieve all that stress, right?

Your eyelids flutter shut and you chase the familiar sensation building up in your core, jaw hung slack as you feel his pelvis brush against your clit while he continues thrusting himself.

When you both cum, he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t push you aside when you hug him, nor does he throw his clothes on and leave as though nothing happened.

Phainon stays. He continues lying beside you, caressing you and stroking long, soothing circles down your back with such heartbreaking gentleness that you start to question if all this lies deeper than merely casual sex. For weeks you’ve been telling yourself, this is all in the name of stress relief, but when he kisses your temple and whispers i love you just loud enough for him to hear, can you even call this a friendship?

The words are always on the tip of your tongue. Every night you’re on the brink of asking him the question that's been itching at the back of your head. And yet it never comes out, because you’re scared that all this really means nothing more than just sex to him.

You’re scared of the what ifs, the rejection, the dreadful feeling that comes when you know you’re about to get turned down. And so you keep your mouth shut and silently bask in his warm afterglow until you decide it’s too warm and stuffy and the room starts to suffocate you.

Phainon always senses the unease. He feels the tension in your body every time he pulls you to his chest after a heated round of sex. It’s the way your back tenses and you flinch ever so slightly at the touch of his lips. He’s not sure why, but deep down he has a sliver of hope that you’re not regretting your choice to use him as a source of relaxation.

In actual fact, he feels the same way as you do.

He’s tired of telling himself there’s no layers beneath this whole stress relief- casual sex thing. He’s tired of spending night after night wondering if you’d say yes to him being your boyfriend.

But he’s scared you’ll say no- that you’re too busy for a relationship and don’t have time to commit to someone. He won’t pressure you either. You’ve got a lot on your plate and he refuses to be a burden.

So he’ll continue loving you silently and giving you what you need until the time is right.

[elysiumae]

help they put phainon's ahoge in the museum im crying qgdhdhhd

[chunily]

★ ⋮ “cameras.” ⸝⸝ +𝟏𝟖

synopsis : phainon stalks you lol. not much to be said, heed the tags !

MDNI, i cannot stop you from reading but i'd like you to refrain from openly engaging with my posts. do not repost or use to feed AI.

tags / cws :: pretty short, heavy stalking, perverse voyeurism, phainon isn't the most self-aware guy lol. the dove is dead so don't eat it lest you like it ! masturbation, usage of toys. reader's gender is left up to interpretation with no specific body parts mentioned !

cameras. cameras. so many cameras, and they’re all linked to the wall of monitors facing phainon. one gives him a pretty good view of the entrance to your apartment, another one is tucked in a corner of your living room, and of course, there’s one in your bathroom as well.

for the past few months, phainon’s evenings have been spent watching over you. carefully observing your every move, who you’d invite over, taking notes of your habits and learning them over time. well, most would call it stalking, but phainon takes offense to that term. he’s not doing this out of a perverse want (he thinks)! it’s just to make sure you’re safe and secure. that nothing is harming you. is it an invasion of your privacy? just a bit. does he also take advantage of this to watch you shower or touch yourself? maybe. but, at the end of the day, phainon’s intentions are truly noble, so he feels very little shame or guilt about this.

today’s sunday, and if phainon recalls correctly (he always does.) you’re inviting friends over for your weekly movie watch. while phainon disapproves of some of your frequentations, he unfortunately can’t do anything about that just yet. instead, he’s used to gritting his teeth at some of the lingering touches, the flirty jokes, the –

hold on. it’s 8pm, but instead of heading to the living room, you’re still in your room. curious. phainon focuses on the monitor broadcasting you in your bedroom, and he increases the volume. the camera here is on your vanity, disguised as a plushie you barely pay attention to, so he gets a good view of you, as you pace back and forth in front of the vanity with your phone in hand.

“hi… yeah, how are you?” you’re talking to a friend of yours. phainon moves his chair even closer, fingers tapping his desk rhythmically as he tries to decipher what’s happening. you rarely deviate from your routine, so this change intrigues him. “yeah, sorry… can you tell the others that today’s movie night is canceled? I’m really sorry.” your voice shifts to a guilty tone that fails to reach your eyes, “yeah, i’m really sick tonight. doctor told me i need some rest and that it’s contagious.” that’s not true. you haven’t gone out in the entire day, much less so to visit the doctor, so why are you lying?

the call cuts short quickly enough, and you put your phone down with a hefty sigh. you then head towards your bed, kneel down, and pull out a box from beneath it. phainon immediately feels a rush of heat go through his body. he knows damn well what that box is for, and suddenly, all the dots are connected in his mind.

you discard the box’s lid and pull out a dildo. this one’s a new model, as he doesn’t remember writing about it in his notes... it triggers a bit of childish jealousy within phainon, but he refrains from commenting on that – not that you’d hear it, anyway. instead, he observes in awe as you start to strip. your vanity is facing your bed, on which you already are, so he can see your form in its entirety, and just the sight of you removing each layer of clothing on you is enough for him to grow hard.

you retrieve a bottle of lubricant from your box, lathering two fingers of yours with the clear liquid, before bringing them to your hole. phainon watches in awe, his mouth agape and his breath uneven. one hand shakily reaches for his mouse so he can zoom in on you, and admire you more closely.

phainon knows you’re somewhat quiet in bed, but he’s grown perceptive to everything else. he’s memorized the way your face scrunches up, the pace you like to start with, and sometimes, he swears he can hear you gasp or groan. he doesn’t even notice his own hands sliding to his jeans, unzipping them and pulling down both his pants and his boxers.

much to his disappointment, you don’t finger yourself to orgasm, and instead, you move to align yourself with your dildo. despite the fact that he’s swimming in the haze of his own lust, phainon’s eyes remain glued to you, and he mirrors your actions. his hand is wrapped around his tip when you begin to slide it in, and it slides lower, lower, lower, until you manage to fit the whole thing inside of you, with a breathless gasp.

it’s only then that phainon allows himself to shut his eyes, just enough so that he can pretend. pretend it’s not his hand wrapped around his cock, but your warm insides instead, and that you, instead of riding this dildo, are riding him. with a careless hand, he increases the sound of the live video as much as he can, imagines that the bed creaking is beneath him as well, that your gasps are just you attempting to moan his name.

“please… please, my love –” he grunts at the screen, as if you could hear him, “let’s come together – i’m so close, you’re making me feel so so good –”

phainon comes with a whimper ripped from his throat. some of it touches his desktop, making him wince once he opens his eyes and the high starts to leave his wearied body. that’s going to be a mess to clean up, but his attention goes back to you quickly as you groan and come as well, just a few seconds later. phainon manages to take a screenshot of that, saving it for later use (if he doesn’t just make it his computer’s background).

he gives a weak smile at the sight of you trying to gather your bearings, and he neglects the messy state of his desk to look at you instead. with his monitors, he follows you to the bathroom, and fights back the urge to jerk off again when he sees your body covered in foam and glistening. and then you head to your room, going to sleep earlier than usual. you’re worn out, how cute.

phainon knows you’ll only wake up at around 6 o’clock for your job. only then does he allow himself to look away from the dozen monitors – he doesn’t turn them off, no no. there’s always the risk of a burglar, or an evil individual attempting to violate your privacy and entering your apartment!

he gets up and cleans his desk, cringing at the sight, but feeling no shame nonetheless. once that’s done, he heads to bed, snuggling against his pillow. the “pillowcase” is just a t-shirt of yours he stole a while back, but somehow, your smell managed to linger – even after all the improper uses he put this piece of fabric through.

the light from the monitors does little to disturb his slumber. he’s used to that already, and he quickly falls asleep, thoughts filled with you, only you, always you.

END NOTES :: if you've seen the previous version no you did not... anyway this was so fun to write gosh i need to write more stalker phainon in the future! requests are still in the work btw dont worry. thank u for reading !