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god....im turning half 48?(welp im 24 now)

[fatuismooches]

𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦?

A collection of cute moments spent with the Segments and the original Zandik.

♡ the eight-year-old segment

♡ the eighteen-year-old segment

♡ the twenty-five-year-old segment

♡ the thirty-five-year-old segment

♡ the forty-five-year-old segment

♡ the sixty-five-year-old segment

♡ the original zandik

[gloomrai]

imagine having an argument with Idia's tablet in the middle of a hallway, and he's getting annoying so you just press the "end call" button and walk away.

[auratux]

i just love fantasizing about dottore’s segments and how they would enjoy their time with you !! With permission from the original of course !

warnings: mentions of blood, knife play, degradation, Dacryphilia (lmk if there are others you see !!) || heavily unedited

characters: segments 18 and 25 || part 2

18

The youngest of the adult segments. Often others would taunt him and say he has no idea what he’s doing… which is not far from the truth. Poor 18 who was too obsessed with school that he was unable to form any sort of relationship or friendship with his peers.

He definitely has the most obvious wandering eyes compared to the others. Eyes laced with hunger and desire drink your appearance in the lab whenever you stood closer to the original. Sometimes he wouldn’t even notice the way his tongue came out to lick his lower lip or the hardening bulge in his pants when you bent over to pick something up. Sometimes you did notice his staring but brushed it off as him being… well himself.

When Zandik gives 18 permission to use you (for an experiment of course — to see how much you could handle, what else would it be?), he goes wild. All those nights having to jerk off alone with a pair of your panties pumping his aching cock where he had to use his imagination. Imagining you on your knees, one hand gripping his balls and the other holding the shaft as you run your tongue from the tip to his balls and back up, or you on your hands and knees on his bed, back arched so deliciously that your ass is enhanced even more. Oh yeah, he was gonna devour you.

His movements are definitely rushed. Poor baby doesn’t know what he’s doing. His grabbing at your breasts quite roughly and sucking so much. Your entire neck is covered with adoring bites. When he goes down on you, he can hardly contain his excitement. At first he gives experimental kitten licks on your clit, red hues gazing up from blue eyelashes as if waiting for your approval. Your soft moans is all he needs before he eats you like you are his last meal.

He hooks your thighs over his shoulders with a firm grip to keep you from moving. His tongue moves frantically, from your clit and down your folds before slipping inside your cunt, moaning against your pussy. He’s so messy but it feels so good !! He replaces his tongue with two fingers and pumps in and out and attacks your clit, sucking and nibbling just enough and loves how you writhe from his touch alone. It makes him feel proud and he wishes the other segments can see this act.

He’s so desperate it’s almost pathetic. His hips grind against the mattress in a weak attempt to pleasure himself and small whimpers emit from his lips. His moans alone as he devours you is enough to send you over the edge.

When it comes to the official act and he finally gets what he’s been longing for, he almost finished on the spot. Choked gasps leave his pretty mouth as he stares down at you in almost disbelief. He can hardy contain himself at this point. Your cunt squeezes around him graciously and continues to swallow him until he bottoms out, his flesh against yours. A small “Zandik” leaves your lips and its enough for him.

His thrusts are fast pace, his hands are roaming everywhere on your body, from circling your overstimulated clit that causes you to cry underneath him, to your breasts where he rolls the mounds between his fingers, to your neck where slender fingers grip the sides in attempt to cut off some air.

Your pussy is so warm and welcoming, as if you were designed perfectly just for his cock, a complete opposite of his hand and a spare panties that barely had your scent on them. You just take him so well and he lets you know how much of a good girl you are, and oh don’t forget he thinks you’re the prettiest woman he has ever seen in his life, especially when you’re begging for him to fuck into you harder. Despite being inexperienced and fast with his movements, he will make sure he tastes every inch of you before its the next segments turn.

25

Probably the most stuck up one besides Omega. In fact, he was probably the meanest one who thought he knew everything. This was the stage of Zandik’s life after being expelled from the Akademiya and pursuing other research with the Fatui, so it would make sense in some twisted way that he was mean and stuck up.

Unlike 18, this segment was more sneaky with his gestures. You’d often come and help inside the lab with the other segments or Zandik and 25 would be incredibly jealous. If you were beside him, he might accidentally knock over vials near you, and of course he would immediately blame you for being so careless and stupid, he’s just so mean to you. But as planned, you’d get on your hands and knees to clean it and would never notice the way this segment would stare you down.

Like 18, he would desperately jerk off but this time to the thought of you crying and it turned him on so much. He wondered if you would cry from physical pain or emotional pain (which he could do both) and that would make his desire for you grow. Sometimes he would sneak into your room when you are sleeping and just watch. He wanted nothing more than to strap you down and use you there but even he knew his limits with Zandik around.

After 18 had his fun with you and it was 25’s turn, you were definitely in for some form of torture (or pleasure)

Instead of the comfortable setting in 18’s room, this segment takes you to the lab as if you were his patient. At first he does a general assessment but don’t mind his wandering hands in between your thighs that graze against your cunt and flick at your clothed clit. The doctor is working of course ;)

He definitely loves to tie you down to the table completely naked. It’s so humiliating to be the only one nude while he is still dressed, but the way he looks at you behind glasses is enough to slightly wash away that shame.

At first he teases you. He blows hot air on your pussy and watches you squeeze around nothing. “Wow, you’re practically begging for me already and I haven’t done anything. Aren’t you a slut?”

He looms over you and leaves so many marks on your skin, sometimes even drawing blood but would lick it clean as some sort of apology. He’d stare at you and lick his lower lip to wipe off the little but of blood.

Besides his fingers, his scalpel is probably his tool of choice when playing with you. The sharp tip drags ever so slowly against your skin and the coolness of the blade causes your breath to hitch. Excitement or fear, you weren’t sure what you were feeling. Occasionally he might accidentally dig in ever so slightly to see the beautiful crimson color you produce and enjoys the face of pain you make. But don’t worry, the doctor will make you feel all better !!

Whenever he was satisfied from examining you, he fucks you without care. This segment really only cares for his own pleasure and doesn’t care about yours. He could go about his day even if you didn’t finish. He just wanted to use you to his heart’s desire.

He still remains fully clothed while fucking you. This gives him some sort of ego boost, that he was the one in charge and you were just something below him (figuratively and literally). He taunts you and degrades you and his hands are quite rough. You cry and tell him its too much, but oh dear you really shouldn’t disrupt the doctor while he’s at work. He stuffs two fingers in your mouth, practically almost all the way until he touches the back of your throat and you gag. 25 fucks you like the whore he calls you. He’s just so mean but you can’t deny the amount of pleasure flowing through your veins.

[carameldove]

“I don’t want the future. I want the present to stand still. I want to stay here with you…”˖⋆⟢

✦ synopsis: the way to a gamers heart..is you! (in short how loser!dottore shows his love!)

✦ a/n: the fanart belongs to cosonette on tiktok which inspired this whole thing

• No idea how he bagged but he bagged regardless.

• His actual name is Zandik and his gamer tag is Dottore he was so proud of it, he told everyone to call him Dottore as a nickname. Looking back to it he is embarrassed by his young self and even more embarrassed if you decide to tease him about it.

• “Dihhtore” “Stop☹️”

• He has you saved as muffin in his phone and basically thats your go-to pet nickname! Zandik chose this because y’all met in a cafe that serves the tastiest muffins (and you’re as sweet as muffin to him)

• Both an academic and gamer/manga typa loser. He has many medical internships requests, his skills are high demand — and at the same time he is info dumping large amounts of game lore to you with lightning speed of talking.

• or random facts “Did you know that earwax is a type of sweat?”

• His room is full with educational books and manga followed by his figure collection. Its somehow messy and organised at the same time. Whenever you come over Zandik makes effort it atleast looks decent-ish

• Corniest pick up lines

• “Are you a controller? Because I can’t function without you-“ “Bro.”

• Socialising..who is that? He only goes to college, grocery shopping and the nearby cafe that I mentioned. Most dates happen in his room, if you do insist, he will go out with you but he looks like a dear caught in headlights the whole time.

• Wears glasses due to being infront of a screen for half of his existence and places them on you sometimes as an failed attempt to flirt.

• Hands always sweaty, at first Zandik was even embarrassed to hold hands with you.

• He is clingy — too clingy. This is his first relationship so he just wants you, okay? Doesn’t matter what you’re up to just stay by his side.

• For as long as he remembers, Zandik was always an outcast. No matter how smart he just couldn’t get along with his peers, which made him accustomed to hearing his name said with hatred. When you came along and said Zandik with so much love in your voice it was like the Gods finally decided to show him some grace.

• His hair is mad fluffy and Zandik wouldn’t refuse you — if you would want to pet it while he lays down on your lap (please)

• Too deep into brainrot I fear

⭑.ᐟ

[fatuismooches]

Okay so after this fuck ass story quest I honestly just want to completely ignore the entire canon and imagine Zandik with reader peacefully living in a little isolated cottage in Sumeru after everything went down with no one knowing if they’re alive or not where they can finally grow old together 🤤🤤🤤

Although it was a life you had always secretly envisioned for the two of you, now that it had finally come, you admittedly felt a bit out of your element, and you were sure Zandik did as well. That was probably why you two had been lying in silence so often, your cheek pressed against his chest in bed as his hand rested on the top of your head.

Now that you two were free from the binds of fate and moved on from the past, it felt almost... odd. So much of life had been spent struggling against various things; perhaps even you had forgotten how to live normally. It meant... you two had a lot of thinking to do, despite the conflict that spanned hundreds of years finally being over.

"Zandik?" You called to him and tilted your head to catch his gaze, and he let out a noise of acknowledgement as he faced you as well. "You know, this whole thing... It kind of reminds me of when we were in the Akademiya. We used to wake up in bed together just like this. Now though... It's a lot more peaceful."

For there was no reason to rise with the sun, to deal with the hustle and bustle of others in the dorms, or scramble about lest you be late for something. Now, only you two existed, with no duties to attend to but whatever ones you pleased. Having a cozy house in Sumeru where mostly lush greenery lived and wildlife roamed ensured that.

"You aren't wrong," Zandik murmured in agreement as his hand glided along your back. "You were very lively back then." A smile quirked up on his face, and you knew it was meant as some type of tease for how you would pester him at times. You huffed as you pulled yourself up and moved closer to your lover, until you were face to face with Zandik, his fluffy hair tickling you.

"Well, both of us have changed, haven't we? Otherwise... we wouldn't be here right now." You grasped his chin, and his eyes glimmered with something you would not have seen all those years ago.

Gently did he look at you, and quietly did he lean in to capture your lips, all while you let out a sigh of content. No longer could the rules of the world hold either of you captive. Nothing else could break the little haven you two worked to create. And Zandik was grateful you had stayed with him throughout everything.

"Now, as much as I love staying in bed, I do feel like making the most of the day. We should get ready. I mean, we have so many things we need to do now that we're here." Too quickly, you had patted his head and slipped out of his grasp, only to pull open the curtain to let the golden sunlight pour in.

"And what exactly did you have in mind?" Well, he couldn't say no to his beloved, could he?

"Well, I want us to have a garden to tend to. I'd like to see some more flowers. Oh, and I found this little activity where we travel around Sumeru and document all the species we see in a journal until we find them all! The discovered ones at least. It would be fun, just like when we were students. We might even find something new! Ah, and you said you'll make a swing for us! I think we should get to decorating the porch as well... And we really do have to see how the baklava and other treats today compare to the ones from the old days, and the theater performances..." Zandik did nothing but listen and mentally note everything you mentioned, silently enamored by your beauty.

"You seem to have all of this planned out." He sounded impressed while you beamed.

"Of course I do! Ideas have been flowing into my head the moment we were able to... obtain peace like this. I know this is different, and after everything, we are... probably not used to this. But I want us to settle in... to live out everything we could not before... Because I love you, Zandik." You clasped your hand around his and rested it on your chest with a smile, and his fingers brushed yours in agreement.

"Then, it may please you to know that I have already anticipated quite a few of your desired activities. So, let us delay no longer." You giggled with joy before pressing another kiss to his cheek.

Yes, he had found it in himself to change.

But one thing that would forever remain constant was his everlasting love for you.

[fatuismooches]

20 cigs a day is cracking me up so bad bc i have bad lungs… pantalone don’t even come near me

makes me wonder if the dottolings (segments) refuse to let him near fragile!reader unless he stopped smoking so much

It wasn't uncommon for you to join Dottore's and Pantalone's meetings, being the former's beloved and having grown close to the latter. Sometimes you would join in with your own opinion. Sometimes you were content to listen to them and giggle at the back and forth. Sometimes you drifted off, but were happy to just be in their presence, and this was one such time. Nibbling at the sweet treats and sipping your warm drink with the sound of the two Harbingers in the background was more than enough to get you to relax. You could vaguely hear that the two were disagreeing on something, as Pantalone leaned back with a sigh, taking a break from fiddling with his rings to instead reach for something in his pocket.

"Must you do that right now?" The scholar let out a sigh of disappointment as he eyed his friend, but it didn't seem to affect Pantalone.

"Feel free to stop me if you like, Doctor," Pantalone chuckled as he was about to flick open his lighter, only to pause when Dottore abruptly stood up to place his hands on your shoulders, trying to usher you to your feet as well.

"Hey!" You were hardly even aware of what was happening, just trying to enjoy your treats, and even Pantalone had opened his eyes with a touch of surprise as he observed the two of you.

"Pantalone, if you wish to ruin your lungs once again, go ahead. But I will not let you ruin theirs, too," Dottore clicked his tongue. "Come now, you can wait somewhere else while we wrap this up." Dottore had already pulled you to your feet, trying to hustle you out the door, not wanting you to get even a whiff of the smoke. Well... Pantalone couldn't even blame Dottore for that reasoning.

"Wait! I-I can convince him!" You wiggled in your lover's grip and said the first thing that came to mind. In truth, you weren't sure what to say. You just wanted to stay with Pantalone.

"While I trust your abilities, if the threat of a second lung transplant won't faze him, then I'm afraid there's nothing you could do to change his mind." Dottore patted your back and shook his head.

"You of all people should know how convincing I can be." You pursed your lips and crossed your arms, all while Regrator watched, entertained. While you all shared similar ideas, you were far easier to tease and rile up, which he admittedly enjoyed. Maybe because you were simpler and more open than either of them ever could be.

"I want to hear it, Dottore. Perhaps you could stand to learn a thing or two from them," he quipped, to which Dottore let out a huff. Unfortunately, that also meant that you were on the spot to come up with a good reason to sway Pantalone. And while you were good at explaining data and experiments and things of that nature, this was a completely different area.

"Um... Well, these meetings are only so often, and I don't always get to join all of them, too. And that means our time together would grow even shorter. That would be a shame. I very much like being with you. You do too, don't you?" You knew that appealing to Pantalone's health would not be very convincing at this point, sadly. "So... maybe just hold off for a little bit? Until after? Well, preferably forever, but... You know."

"Stating your desires and then assuming mine, hm? Certainly a common choice of persuasion, but to be so bold..." Despite his words, Pantalone crossed his legs and folded his hands on his lap, closing his eyes with a smile. So, what would he choose? The delight and warmth of your company? The sensation in his chest that flutters when you're nearby, the product of his pining for you? Or the heat from a cigarette? Surprisingly, it was an easier decision than he anticipated. The latter could always wait, after all.

And so the lighter in his hands disappeared once more into the confines of his pocket. You immediately brightened up and clasped your hands together, while Dottore stayed quiet, looking at Regrator with an unreadable expression.

"You aren't wrong. I'll keep it in mind for the future. However, do try to be more reasonable with your demands, Dottore."

"Hmph. I am plenty reasonable." Dottore crossed his arms and settled down once more, and you did the same. "However..." Dottore gazed at you, "If you're able to drag him away from that beloved pastime of his, perhaps you'll be able to change his mind on other matters." Pantalone let out a trill.

"Planning on using them against me, Dottore? How do you know they won't take my side instead?" He slyly said, and your lover let out a scoff. Of course, one of his specialities was talking, after all. "I do hope you can see my perspective instead, dear [Name]."

"I don't make any promises, but I'll listen to both of you equally," you shrugged your shoulders, and the room filled with soft amusement from all three of you.

And so, another peaceful day passed, with you unaware of the oddly gentle look Pantalone gave you.

[tanamii]

if rex lapis ever took a human lover, i believe he would always want to sleep spooning them.

Not purely because of his inhuman size, no. He’d always been fascinated by humans, their day to day lives and their bodies. The different plains and curves remind him of the many mountains he’s raised. Perhaps that’s why he began to feel so connected to them and took a human form.

Having a human lover himself, he would take every opportunity to explore their body, including while they’re sleeping. Not sexually or simply to satiate a burning hunger. No, he’d touch them with reverence, running a gentle finger up and down the valley of their waist, the dip of their hip, and the curve of their shoulder. Each scar, or burn, or scab reminds him of the rough, imperfectly perfect nature of the stone he wields. No part would be left untouched.

And if they were to wake up, he’d soothe them back to sleep, never stopping his gentle caresses.

[flipppityflop]

I’m so happy people are talking about incel Zandik more ugejehshehd BUT

May I present the version of him who is both a nerdy asshole roommate AND he’s like, the best fuck you’ve ever had?

MDNI

Imagine knocking on his bedroom door down the hall near your own just to hear him groan a very gravelly, unenthusiastic “what” through the other side. You come in and politely tell him you’re just coming to take any dishes and he’ll just point at the various cups, plates, bowls, and silverware scattered about his desk space, scraped clean of the food you prepared for him (though he’d never admit he liked it). You could hear him clicking furiously whilst playing a game, cussing someone out through his headset every few seconds.

He was rude, a slob, misogynistic, had no life direction, and generally was not the kind of person you ever pictured yourself sharing a living space with. Still, the bills were paid on time and groceries were in the fridge, even if it came at the cost of Zandik demanding a second dinner at 11pm. He had literally zero regard for anyone but himself.

STILL, to your dismay, he was sexy as all hell. You could hear him stroking his cock through the walls every night, muttering under his breath about pornstar tits. You’d accidentally seen him naked when he forgot to fully shut the bathroom door before a shower. He was hung like a fucking horse. You hated him for it.

But you so loved to touch yourself on the opposite side of the wall in time with him, having memorized his sounds and breathing patterns enough to sync up your orgasms <3

And of course he would catch onto this eventually because your noises were distracting him from his gooning sesh (god forbid🙄). You’d hear irritated footsteps thumping down the hall and your bedroom door would fly angrily open, his sweatpants hanging low at his hips where you could almost follow his lil happy trail down to the goods.

But then he’d see you scrambling to cover yourself and this eerie calm would wash over him, like, oh, this slut wants me bad.

He’d spend that next hour plowing you into the mattress so good it would leave you wondering where the fuck he learned to do that and how the fuck he knew exactly where the clit was when you’d never seen him remotely near a female that wasn’t yourself. The condom finally conceded and broke after about 20 minutes of straight fucking with no stop.

And he’d take so much advantage of having a live in fucktoy roommate that was into him like that! He’d put you on his lap and have you ride him while he “dealt with noobs” on his game, making sure to pick up your moans in the mic. He’d shove you beneath his desk to choke on his cock when he was feeling lazy, tilting your chin up with his fingers just to spit into your mouth after you swallowed his load. He’d use you as a way to blow off steam after shitty matches, folding you into the couch without having muted in his vc.

Of course, this didn’t make him any nicer to you. In fact, you now had a man demanding dinner with his hands all over your thighs and ass, pressing you into the counter. And, though it felt a little wrong, you kinda didn’t mind.

[fawningdolll]

Late night thoughts! Pantalone x Dottore x reader. Fluff.. mostly, pantalone real name

Feofans office is oh so cozy. Perfect place to lay on the beautiful couch and doze. Also a perfect place to be when a certain doctor pisses you off!!

One day you're simply hiding out in his office after Dottore gets a little snappy with you for no reason. Feofan just found it amusing when you told him while pouting on his office couch. Even going as far to go over and pat your head while cooing at you teasingly before leaving to attend a meeting.

Being that the office is BORING without Feofan so you eventually dose off for archons know how long. Sure you woke up a little when you heard the door open.. and when someone joined you on the couch but you just thought it was Feofan and happily accepted it.

That was till you slightly woke up to the door opening again.. at first you grumbled, thinking that Dottore must've finally decided to go to Feofan to complain that you've been both taking all of his attention and been so meanly avoiding him!! Then you heard Feofan go "Oh?" not from the body you're actively laying on.. but from behind you.. Suddenly you're now more than a quarter awake as you look to the direction of the voice with sleep filled eyes.

Feofan then teasingly goes "How cute you two are." While looming over you and Dottore.. Who seems to also be half awake when you glance at him.. suddenly you're not so mad when you see that cute little expression of his and when he just goes "hmmm..?" But theres more pressing concerns being that Feofan looks like he wants to have both of you as full course meals!!

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Feofan when he sees reader and Dottore curled on the couch together:

Prepared to be dragged off.

also I like to think that when Dottore is sleepy or half asleep he just acts like a cute bird, only small noises, no words. Small but cute expressions too

[meebochii]

👑

[auratux]

enemies to… fuck buddies?

warnings: public sex (lmk if you see anything else!)

Note: hehe i loveee akadeymia zandik and had to whip up something… excuse the smut i haven’t fully written smut like this in 2-3 years so it’s quite rusty i apologize || heavily unedited

Enrolling in the Akadeymia was one of Zandik’s greatest accomplishments. He vowed that he would take advantage of the school’s vast resources in hopes to pursue his own research (even though some could say his interests were.. teetering the line of ethical and unethical)

He was aware that one of his classmates would continuously make comments to him about his work. You believed that he was some maniac that the higher ups somehow managed to let in (even thinking his parents paid a great sum for him to be enrolled but of course you were not aware of his past)

Without a doubt, at least once per day, you and Zandik would get into it over each other’s research. He constantly said you were like some animal that followed blindly and never thought for yourself, while you, of course firm in your beliefs, thought of him to be a few screws loose in the head.

However, each time you would bicker, you couldn’t help but find yourself.. attracted towards your classmate. You’d take note of the veins that could appear in his hands whenever he’d ball up his fists at his side, or the way he raises his chin slightly and stares down at you in a way to assert his dominance (maybe he did, or didn’t)

You certainly felt fluttering down in between your legs when he would clear his throat before nagging you on. The most prominent feature you noticed was the way his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, which was followed by a deep sigh of frustration. Sometimes it felt as if you wanted to pick an argument with him.

-ˋˏ༻❁༺ˎˊ-

“You’re so fucking annoying.” You moan out, leaning your head against the tall glass window of the upper level in the library.

“And you don’t think that I feel the same way about you?” Zandik grunts in your ear, an occasional soft moan emits from his lips. His head finds refuge in the crook of your neck, his blue locks grazing your skin and gives a ticklish sensation.

His groans are muted thanks to his mouth latched onto your supple skin, earning a small cry of pain from you when his canines sink in.

One of his hands holds your bare thigh around his waist, while the other rests on the window against your head to stabilize himself. Your uniform was bunched up on one side as if someone was in a hurry (in reality, you both were).

Your hand slithers up his chest and reaches behind, tangling itself and gathering a fist full of blue locks. You yank his head back and he curses under his breath. From this angle, red eyes stare at you from hooded eyelids with nothing but lust residing in them.

“Y-You bitch.” He whispers breathlessly, digging his nails into your skin and pulls out with nothing but the blunt head of his cock nuzzled up in your cunt. A high pitch whine escapes your parted lips at the loss of being full of his cock. “Zandik…”

“You expect me to just give you what you want, just like everyone else does here?” He asks you, licking his lips as he eyes you like his prey.

You, someone he argued with daily, finally fell into submission before him. Your lips were swollen from his roughness, and mouth parted in the perfect shape as you gasp for air. Your hair that was once neat was now disheveled from him tugging and his rough movements. The normal look of annoyance that he knew too well was replaced with desperation, practically screaming at him to finish you off.

“P-Please Zandik,” you whimper, moving your hips forward to take the inches back inside. “Need you..”. Yet he doesn’t stop you. Your hand drops from his hair and grips onto his shoulders as you balance yourself.

He gazes down where you’re connected and groans. Your pussy swallows him whole with each movement. Your slick shines on his cock and he could feel it dripping down his balls from how wet you were.

Suddenly his hips snap forward and he’s greeted with a cry of his name and arms wrapped around his neck. His grip on your thigh tightens as he has his way with you. Your cunt generously accepts him and squeezes around him once he hits that special spot.

All worries of being caught are thrown out the window. You moan out a string of curses followed by repetive use of his name.

“Z-Zandik!” You whine, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. “Feels so good..”

“I know baby,” he moans into your ear, his hips beginning to stutter as his core starts to tighten. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

You nod at his words, unable to form any to repeat back to him. All you can focus on is the amount of pleasure from the man in front of you. Each rut sends sensations throughout your body. Your toes begin to curl in their shoes as your chest begins to heave faster than before. Zandik notices this and pulls your head back by your hair and presses his lips onto yours, and immediately sticks his tongue in your mouth.

You absolutely hated Zandik, but you were loving the way he was using you. Perhaps this could be the start of… something between the two of you.

[lsstardust]

Is he a bad person? Yes.

Do I want to fix him? Hell no.

Do I wanna ride it? Absolutely.

[the-door-is-open]

Nsfw alphabet with Poly!Pantalone and Dottore x reader to give you more insight of the relationship.

This took so long, and i'm not happy with some parts tbh. It gets better in the middle part. Trust.

Nsfw under the cut.

A=Aftercare (what they are like after sex)

- They both are clean freaks and work as a team. After sex, one changes the bedsheets and everything that was used is cleaned and put away. While the other cleans you up, himself, and then helps the last one clean up. They change the tasks evenly without having discussed it ever, thats how well they work together. They can't stand the idea of having anything around them dirty and simply falling asleep. Its a routine that actually helps them fall asleep later. (They love structure, and you love to be pampered)

B=Bodypart (their favorite body part of themselves and of you)

- Dottore loves his hands (so do you, as i stated before in another fic). Pantalone loves his chest/stomach/torso? Idk but he likes it when you lay on him. It makes his size kink go brrr. Jokes aside he really likes it, he sees you as something precious and it makes him feel like a protector.

-Pantalone likes your stomach, he thinks its so cute. He kisses it religiously, squeezes it and wraps his hand around it, when you walk past where he is sitting. He is also amazed where his dick is going when he is thrusting into you. He often presses down on it to feel himself.

-Dottore likes your chest. He is a tits guy and i'm going to die on that hill. He loves to rest his head there. He loves to sneak up behind you to hold them, sometimes giving them a squeeze or trying to find your lil nips under your clothes. (Imma explain a bit more at Dirty secret!)

C=cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- Even tho they are clean freaks, there are days where its EVERYWHERE. And i mean everywhere. Inside you, on your stomach, ass, legs, chin, down your neck and chest. In the act, it was hot for them, but afterward? GROSS. You got a deep clean later for sure.

D=dirty secret

-When Pantalone is on a business trip, Dottore misses him ofc but he enjoys it to his fullest too. He gets to sleep with your chest in his mouth. Since he feels very vulnerable like that, he doesn't want to let Pantalone see this side of him. He wants you to play with his hair, to trace your nails on his neck and back and when you whisper sweet nothings, he sometimes even whimpers. You keep this secret to yourself since you can tell that he desperately needs this.

-When Dottore is on a business trip, Pantalone is really mean to you during sex. He makes you cry partially of pleasure but also of guilt. "What do you think he is doing right now? I'm sure he is missing us dearly" "He hates to be left out, he would be very upset that he is missing out on this" "But i bet you are enjoying this, aren't you? Such a needy thing you are. You can"t even wait until our lover comes back" and he says all of that with his sickly sweet smile. When Dottore comes back, you practically throw yourself around his neck. He thinks it's because you missed him so much (he is even smug about it because you dont get this happy when Pantalone gets back). Pantalone just smiles and shrugs, but he knows.

E=experience (how experienced are they)

- Pantalone was never one to be promiscuous, but he had his fair share of lovers. Enough to gain a good amount of experience. They were mostly casual with maybe some romantic undertones, but i think it was more to fulfill his needs and his desires. They never lasted, too, because most of them turned out to become sugarbabys solely living off him like leeches, which made him lose interest fast. He thinks that's a boring transaction, and he would rather have some craziness in a partnership, hence why he is very happy with Dottore and you.<3

-Dottore? Little to none. Its a miracle he wasn't a virgin.

F=favorite positions

-They looovvveee being ridden! Maybe it is because of how you do it. You really put your everything in there. You always start with Pantalone because Dottore is too impatient. While Pantalone enjoys the moment and lays beautifully on the soft pillows, Dottore eventually gets up, chest to chest to match your rhythm. He grabs your hips too, to lightly lift you up, and from that point, he also starts ramming into you.

G=goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they more humorous?)

More serious than anything. Yes, they will tease you with smirks and grins on their faces, but they won't make jokes to make you laugh. If you want humor during sex then it's up to you to become the comedian.

H=hair (how well groomed are they?)

-Pantalone has not much body hair to begin with. Its a light patch with rather thin hair.

-Dottore definitely has more hair, and it's way thicker. He keeps it trimmed and clean for you guys. He has a happy trail, too! He used to shave it but stopped after your protest. It looks way too good to pass out on.

I=intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

- I think Dottore is a bit more passionate than Pantalone in terms of how fiercely they devour you. But Pantalone makes it with his experience and his attention to detail and what you enjoy.

J=jack off (mastubation headcanon)

-Pantalone never really pleasured himself. He either had his lovers or he didn't have the time/interest in it.

-When Dottore did it, it was to relieve stress and tension. His goal was to reach his peak so he didn't put in much effort.

BUT AFTER GETTING INTO THE RELATIONSHIP:

-At one point, Dottore invented a communication device for whenever one of you guys is on a business trip. He made sure to make it as safe as possible so it couldn't get tracked/hacked and Pantalone funded the project under the feign that it may become a beneficial tool for the fatui one day. But it's literally for phone sex.

K=kink (one or more of their kinks)

-Pantalone size kink duh. Bondage with pretty ribbons. Spanking with hands, belt, ruler/crop. Facesitting.

-Size kink for Dottore too, also medical roleplay, bondage with handcuffs and rope, spanking with his hands.

L=location (favorite place to do the deed)

-Bedroom mostly. Sometimes in the office and the laboratory. But mainly in the bedroom. Rarely somewhere else. But they will do it if you start acting up to teach you a lesson.

M=motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

-Moments where they get reminded how beautiful you are. Inside and out. So basically, when you dress up nicely or when you show them how understanding you are towards them and their messed up minds.

-When you wear their clothes, especially Dottore's collar. Pantalone gets really turned on when you strip for him and undress him yourself while doing so. He gets absolutely mesmerized.

-Wear lingerie! And then ignore them! Just you in your pretty underwear sitting at you, vanity brushing your hair like you dont know what you are doing. Dottore lost his mind when the silky see-through robe slipped off your shoulder when you fixed your lipstick. He took you right there, bending over the vanity.

N=no (something they wouldn't do)

-Anything with blood or pee, poop

-Nothing that causes too much pain (they suffered enough pls)

- Hickeys, scratches, and some bruises are fine and honestly even a given taking into consideration how heated they can get during sex. But anything more than that? Its a clear no from them. Also, choking was only a thing after you guys built trust.

O=oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

-Pantalone likes giving rather than receives. But won't say no to head from you and Dottore while he has a smoke. Btw getting head from you and Dottore is his favorite type of bj :)

-Dottore is a 50/50. He likes both. Again, he is more passionate. He really gets into it until you are screaming. A few times, you even had to pull him off you because it was too much. Pantalone definitely takes more time to explore when getting down on you and is more gentle.

P=pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

-They both start off slow and sensual, then to deep but slow thrusting and finish with a fast and hard pace. So you get the best of all worlds, lucky youuuuu.

Q=quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

-Quickies might be a thing in the morning before any of you need to get ready and leave for work.

R=risk (do they like to experiment? Do they take risks?)

-hmh i think if one of the two would be down to experiment, then it's Dottore. Pantalone will try out things, too, if it makes you both happy.

S=stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

-2-3 rounds on average. Dottore had to build that stamina tho. Before, he was the first to cum, now he can keep up with Pantalone who used to make you and Dottore cum 2 times without cumming once. Your record was reaching your peaks 6 times. They managed that by tag teaming you, so one fucked you and the other rested a bit.

T=toys (do they own toys? do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yeaa, you guys have a small collection together. But it doesn't get used that much. After the communication device, they definitely invested in custom-made dildos of their own dicks. So when one of the guys was away, the other could use it on you. Made the other on the phone always happy.

U=unfair (how much they like to tease)

-They very much like to tease you. I dont think this needs more explanation. They can get mean, not deliberately, but they sometimes can't help it. Best would be to toughen up if you are a spoiled crybaby during sex. Otherwise, this can be very emotionally draining.

V=volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

-Dottore is louder than Pantalone, but both of them are vocal. Pantalone hisses and huffs. While Dottore moans and curses. (Maybe i can find some audios on x?)

W=wild card (a random headcanon)

-We know that Dottore wanted to mix him and Pantalone in canon (it's real to me, idc). So, in this polygamous relationship, he eventually wants a child mixed of the three of you. He will labgrow it like one of his segments, or you get to carry the child, if you can and want to.

X-ray (let's see what's under those clothes)

-Pantalone's dick is longer but straight, Dottore is thicker and curves upward.

-Since i headcanon Dottore as 1.86cm (6,13ft) and Pantalone as 189cm (6,21ft). Their dicks are around 20cm (8 inch) and 22cm (9 inch).

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

-Both of them have a slightly lower sex drive than average with Pantalone initiating more. 2 times a week, maybeeee 3 times, is enough for them. It balances it out cuz they last so many rounds anyway.

Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

After the business is done and the bedtime routine is finished, Dottore falls asleep quickly. He is well spent after sex so it's not a big surprise. Pantalone, and you chat a bit and then follow soon after.

[humanneedforapproval]

Smoke Break (pantalone/gn!reader)

reader is technically gender neutral but i was thinking with my dick about homoerotic smoking. quick write up because i needed a break. not properly edited, i need to go to bed.

1.2k words. minors dni.

Fucking rich people.

You stood on the Fontaine balcony, leaned over the balcony. Dressed in black dress pants and a white dress shirt, the only thing that kept you apart from them was simply money. You were the one serving them, and they were the one ordering you. Beneath you, nobles streamed through the streets. Sometimes they were interesting, sometimes they had kink parties you served at. But most times the were boring, schmoozing and trying to one up each other.

Watching them from above was far more preferable, especially after tonight.

A disgruntled grumble caught your attention, and you turned to look for the noise. A fur coat cladded man sat on a bench on the other side of the balcony, heavily covered in jewelries. He likes when everyone knows he's rich, you thought, turning around to watch him. Not that that wasn't abnormal amongst nobles.

But there was something about him. His dark, slightly curled hair with a gray streak, heavy eye bags, a strong nose. Oh, that eyeglass chain would be fun to play with. Twirl it in your finger, ruffle his feathers with how "improper that is" and "you'll break it", request that him show you how to properly treat him. Fuck him senseless in the process. Maybe right here, right now on your break.

His gaze interrupted your thoughts. Fuck, was he a kink party dom? What with that gaze and the... Conceit? Disgust? You couldn't tell. But whatever he had to offer certainly had to be better than what was going on inside.

Boss said you couldn't accept favors or bribes. But those were monetary and didn't include a fuck.

Fortune favors the bold, as they say. You walked over to the man, a spare cigarette in hand. Thank fuck it wasn't crumpled, with how the packet and lighter were in one back pocket. In one smooth motion, you placed it between his lips. Your own gloved hand found his chin, holding him still. Another swift movement, and one was between your lips. Leaning down with your lighter in hand, a flick! echoed between you two and both ends lit up. Pulling it back, you packed both into your back pocket.

His curiosity was catlike. Biting back a smile, he raked his eyes up and down you. A smile grew on your lips around the stick. Oh, this would be a fun night.

Politely, he removed his cigarette. "Bold one, aren't we?" he cooed, voice rich and unfortunately distinctly noble. "Stay a while, why don't you? I think I would enjoy your company."

The man didn't offer much choice. Leather gloved fingers grabbed you by your shirt collar, forcing your head down again. You shrugged, and threw your leg over your lap. He didn't argue when you straddled him and settled on his thighs. In fact, he politely readjusted you, shifting your hips to be closer to his.

Fortune favors the bold, and you were certainly being more bold than usual. You pressed in closer to him, chest hovering above his own. Tobacco, gunmetal, black pepper to try to cover both of them. Oh, a rich rich bastard. Probably just got out of committing some crime. Your arms rested on the balcony, forcing his head back on the railing. Perfect position to mark up his neck.

You would behave for now. He hummed, pleased as you ran your finger up his throat.

The man found your hips and ass, a thumb hooked through your belt loop while the other remained near his lips. A man versed in this song and dance, thank the gods. He pulled the cigarette back out of his lips, letting the ash fall to the street below.

"Shit cigarettes." Wow, smooth talker. "You need to get hand rolled ones."

You laughed, pulling your own out from your lips and following suit. Unhappy complaints echoed throughout the street. "You offering?"

"Entertain me..." A squeeze on your ass, his eyes focused on your currently empty lips. "I only offer to those that deserve it."

Shit. Your core was already throbbing at his voice. Flicking your gaze to the door, you mentally calculated how long you had.

Somewhere along the line, he slipped his other hand under your pant line. Fucking shit, you didn't expect those rings to be so cold as he squeezed your ass. Your lower lip almost bled from how hard you bit it.

"Cold ass rings, huh." You remarked, a shiver going down your spine. Anything to bite back that moan. "You ever get complaints?"

"Oh no, not at all," he responded, chuckling a bit. "I've usually got a pleasant spot to warm them up in by the end of the night. I'm more than happy to show you."

Fuck it. You could discard one half smoked cigarette. Forcing your hand in his own, both of your sticks slipped out and fell to the streets below. Whether someone complained, you couldn't hear. Your lips crashed onto his, him greedily swallowing down your moan. He dismissed your hand, gripping the back of your skull and locking you in place.

His tongue ran over the roof of your mouth, inviting himself deeper inside you. Cigarette smoke and cheap red wine. You wouldn't have it any other way.

Your hand curled into his hair, gripping hard for some form of dominance. The free, more frantic, hand reached down to your belt. You'd had quick enough fucks to make your way around you belt. And he didn't need to say anything, slipping his hand down your front. Long, narrow fingers made for easy work in this situation. You ground onto his hand, desperate to close that gap. More moans rumbled from deep in your chest.

Shit, need a better angle. Can't get enough. Your hand flew down to his, forcing him closer. Teeth clamped down on your bottom lip, now a broken whimper flying out. His lips left yours, forcing your head back to expose your neck. Sharp canines nipped at your delicate skin, pressing against your racing pulse.

Right there, right there, right there, right th-!

"Hey!" your boss shouted from the closed balcony door. "Get your ass out here! Smoke break's over!"

The man removed his hand, and you choked on your cry. A cruel smirk grew on his face, leaning back and forcing a gap between your bodies.

"My, it seems you need to get back to work," he cooed, zipping your pants back up. "And I need another cigarette, it would appear. Maybe a third, after things are finished up. Find me when you're done?"

"Hey, fucker!"

The door knob started rattling, and you threw yourself off of him before you could respond. Heavens knew what he would do if he caught you on a noble. Grumbling out a quick "coming!", you headed back towards the door.

Shit. You felt lighter. You pat your pocket for your cigarettes and lighter, the only thing keeping you going tonight. Frantic, you looked at the floor, figuring they had fallen out.

The man was leaned over on the bench, lighting up another cigarette. Its fire flickered in his predatorial gaze.

You would be back. He made sure of that.

[ogttore]

more og zandik rambles + segments

continuation of this

his voice breaks a lot when you're sucking him off. he can't keep quiet to save his life, a mess of garbled whimpers and shaky demands for you to keep going. he wouldn't let you touch yourself while pleasuring him, selfishly wanting all your focus and want to be solely on him.

if you thought zandik was loud when your mouth was deep throating him, good lord... pegging him would be a nightmare for anyone foolish enough to wander the halls late at night. imagine being the poor, unfortunate fatui agent who heard his boss getting pounded into oblivion.

it was embarrassing really, how pitiful he looked while his lips smashed against yours in hopes of grounding himself as your hips kept slamming into him. the harness he wore definitely helped to make sure he didn't break a bone or two. he teared up each time he was close to orgasm, knees buckling and his arms desperately pulling you closer.

he refused to look you in the eyes afterwards, cursing under his breath as you cleaned him up. he'd start complaining if your hands lingered too much on his ass, even if all you were doing was giving his bruised cheeks a nice massage. a nice cup of tea and a kiss on the cheek were usually enough to soothe his frustrations, unless you went too hard on his weary body. in that case, some extra paperwork was in order.

zandik's way of rewarding you was by letting you choose which segment you wanted to fuck for the night. 65 and 45 he had no problem with, but there was definitely some envy if you were more attracted to younger segments like 25, 18 or even webby. he'd get more snappy when the two of you were in private, asking how much you liked your little 'boy toys'. calm down gramps, this was your idea...

65 fucked you the same way zandik wished he could still do, holding you against him while his cock split you open, his large arms not letting you move an inch until he had his fill. getting him in the mood was a risky endeavor and it didn't happen often, because the aftermath usually meant that you'd be bedridden the next day. he preferred to keep his mask on, the beak often leaving scratches and bruises on your skin.

45 on the other hand liked to take his time, tying you up, pouring hot wax or a substance of his making onto your skin, especially since he knew how impatient the original got when hours passed and he hadn't even put his dick inside you yet. his strokes were slow and teasing, savoring each and every part of you, just to stop when you were on the brink of your climax, wanting to hear you beg for it.

as much as zandik loved to see you enjoying yourself, he craved to be the one making you scream like that. but the sight was worth it, especially when you struggled to take multiple segments all at once. he'd feign disappointment if you started wriggling around, mocking you for your weakness. how could you hope to stand beside him, if a few of his segments' cocks were all it took to get you pleading to stop?

[alwaysforevermaybenever]

press y to honk

it is a lovely morning in okhema, and you are a horrible goose

setting: fantasy au, cursed prince phainon x vassal reader

prince!phainon who was cursed by an evil witch to be a snowy white goose in the day and returns to his true human form when the sun sets, and only a true love’s kiss will break his curse

cursed prince!phainon who really couldn't care less, because as a goose he has all the freedom he normally would only have dreamed of. He can skip boring meetings to spend time with his darling vassal, avoid entertaining his endless suitors vying for his hand to eat berries with his dearest vassal, ignore his ‘princely’ duties in favour of snuggling close to his beloved vassal

cursed prince!phainon whose curse is really just an open secret in okhema, who has just about everyone in the capitol lining up to try to kiss him because what if they’re his destined true love who will break his curse? but phainon just honks at every last one of them, biting (and even drawing blood) when a wandering hand gets a little too close for comfort. seeking refuge in his one and only vassal, who has always been there for him. he doesn’t need these irrelevant people - all he needs is you

cursed prince!phainon who traps you in his room by convincing you to cuddle him after dinner, and conveniently falling asleep on you so you don’t dare to move. he looks so comfortable sleeping on you! you wouldn’t wake him up just for the silly reason of wanting to return to your own room, right?

cursed prince!phainon who turns back into a human when the sun sets and the moon rises in the night sky. phainon who curls around you, admiring how he fits perfectly in your arms as a goose, and how you slot right in his human arms like a puzzle piece. phainon who kisses every single inch of you, all except for your lips. phainon who whispers words of adoration in your unsuspecting ears, who presses his head to your chest to feel your heart beat and your ribcage expand

cursed prince!phainon who is back to being a snow-white goose when dawn breaks and you blink the sleep from your eyes, who urges you to his private bathroom so you can take a bath with his personal soaps and his scented oils. phainon who honks persistently and at increasing volumes until you submit to the whims of the goose prince and carry him in your arms around the palace, resting his feathery head against your sternum

cursed prince?phainon who disguised himself and hired a witch to curse the crown prince of okhema with a curse that only a true love’s kiss can break.

[imnasamu]

Grocery Shopping

Phainon X Reader

Summary : Going Grocery shopping with your loving boyfriend. Absolutely nothing wrong is going to happen!

Every Sunday you went grocery shopping.

Not because you liked pushing the cart endlessly, or frown at a list that no longer made sense.

But because Phainon accompanied you.

Somewhere between long conversations, warm nights and shared glances... You and him had found comfort in each other.

He became your home.

Literally.

You moved to his house not long after you started dating.

And so, every Sunday both of you together walked into the same grocery store like a ritual.

The place was filled with meaningless noise, a voice of a child crying, a mother yawning. The sound of tired feet, of confused muttering.

And among the noise, you walked with a smile, glancing at the items like a child looking for a shiny toy. And right behind you, Phainon pushed the cart.

Always behind. Never in front.

He loved looking at you like this. Watching how happy you looked in such a mundane setting.

"This cereal has a penguin on it!" you picked out a random box, waving it towards his direction with a serious look. "Let's get it"

"We do not need cereal just because it has a penguin on it." he muttered, resting his hand lazily on the cart handle.

"But just looooook at him," you whined playfully, bringing the box close to your cheek. "We have to save it from this grocery store."

"Sure." He laughed quietly under his breath and kept pushing the cart.

You rolled your eyes but followed him. 

"You reall-OH MY GOD!" suddenly you gasped.

Phainon already knew that tone.

He watched her hurry toward a refrigerator shelf where two miniature plushies dangled from giant bottles of milk.

Tiny cows.

Round and stupid-looking.

"AREN'T THEY SOOOO CUTE?!" you yelled like you had discovered some ancient treasure.

"We already have milk at home, darling."

"But these come with emotional support cows."

"We absolutely do not need emotional support cows." The boy couldn't help but laugh lightly at your childishness. 

You grabbed two bottles anyway and dropped them dramatically into the cart. "You don't. I do!" 

The cart groaned under the weight.

He stared at you.

You stared back.

Then, with the patience of a man deeply and irreversibly in love, he took one of the milk bottles back out.

"There’s no need to buy enough milk for a family of six," he said. "We can just come back next week when ours runs out." 

You gasped, putting a hand to your heart. "The betrayal?!" you turned, now moving your hand to your head, sighing like some sorrowful princess in a romance tragedy movie. "You dare separate me from my children evil monster!?" 

Phainon simply pushed the cart forward. 

You paused mid act. 

Before groaning and following him yet again. ".... Asshole." you muttered loudly enough to let him know. 

He was used to your dramatics by now. Knowing you only performed to see him laugh.

And laugh he did.

When you tossed random snacks aggressively and huffed, he bit back a warm laugh.

Whatever you did, he was absolutely smitten. A surge of affection seemed to drown his heart whenever he saw you.

"These chips stay." you glared at him. 

Phainon didn't argue. "Of course they do." 

"And these cookies."

"Obviously." 

"And this juice."

He raised a brow. "You hate that juice." 

"I’m buying it out of spite now." you turned dramatically and walked to another shelf. 

He laughed again.

The sound hit your ears, soft and fond and helpless.

You kept stopping to look at random things while Phainon slipped practical items into the cart behind you. Rice. Soap. Laundry detergent.

A strangely perfect balance.

Amidst all the chaos you brought, he made sure to hold you upright.

Then you froze again.

Another gasp.

This one even louder.

"Oh my GOD!"

He turned just in time to see you holding up a brightly colored candy packet.

"I used to love these back in highschool, " you wiped a small imaginary tear. "Full of sugar and artificial coloring. My favorite."

He took the packet from your hands, noticing the kiddish cartoon of a bear holding up a thumbs up. "I've never had it."

"WHAT?!!!" you shrieked as you immediately took the packet and flung it into the basket.

"You have to try it! It's sooo good. The plastic flavor just like.... Melts in your mouth and its-"

He watched you continue rambling about childhood snacks and old convenience stores and trading candies with classmates, your hands moving animatedly as you spoke.

He felt that rush again.

That unbearable tenderness.

The kind that made his chest ache.

The kind that made him want to stay by your side forever.

You were still talking when he stepped closer.

Still mid-sentence when he tilted your chin up.

Still blinking in confusion when he kissed your lips gently.

Quick and fleeting. You almost missed it. 

When he pulled away, you stared at him in shock.

He smiled sweetly and pushed the cart past you.

"You were saying?" he asked casually.

You stood frozen for two whole seconds before glaring furiously.

"You can’t just do that in public!"

"You seemed loud enough to survive it."

"Unbelievable. My boyfriend is a menace." 

At the cashier, you talked the entire time while the cashier scanned their groceries.

About a movie you wanted to watch.

About a stray cat you'd seen outside your apartment.

About how you still thought he was evil for denying you of your cow plushies.

Phainon answered occasionally.

Mostly, he listened.

Because with everyone else, he enjoyed speaking.

But with you... he could spend entire lifetimes just hearing your voice.

The next Sunday you went grocery shopping alone. 

The automatic doors opened with the same mechanical chime.

The same yellow lights glowed overhead.

The same carts squeaked across polished floors.

People laughed somewhere nearby.

Children argued near the candy aisle.

Someone dropped a bottle in the distance.

The world had not changed at all.

You pushed the cart yourself this time.

No one followed behind you. No one laughed softly at the things you said.

The grocery store no longer felt warm.

Now it was only noise.

The dull hum of refrigerators. The static buzz of fluorescent lights. Voices blending together until none of them meant anything.

You looked at your list. 

Bread.

Rice.

Soap.

Essentials.

Nothing extra.

Nothing fun.

You reached automatically for the smaller carton of milk. Not the giant one with the plushie attached.

That one had always been ridiculous anyway.

Too much milk for one person.

As you placed the smaller carton into the cart, a familiar voice whispered into your ear. 

"Don't you want that ridiculous plushie?"

You froze. 

Don't look. 

It's just your imagination. 

No wa-

You turned. 

There was no one there. 

No one staring at you like you were the only thing in their vision. 

Your fingers tightened around the cart handle.

Right.

Of course.

Phainon died three days ago.

A car accident.

Quick, they had said.

As if that helped.

As if quick meant anything when someone’s existence had been sewn into every ordinary part of your life.

You looked down at the milk carton quietly. Then continued walking.

Every Sunday after that, you came back alone and only brought what you needed.

Never the oversized milk bottles.

Never the plushies.

At home, the tiny cow plushie from months ago still sat on the kitchen counter.

Alone.

Just like you.

Fin

I CANT NOT WRITE ANGST AHHHHHH. MY INNER DEMONS TAKE CONROL LMAO.

I love Phainon sm I just had to write another one.

Hope you liked it! Let me know yr thoughts ❤️