╰┈➤ Overview ; Short crack fic of varka and phainon with you.
( ! ) Phainon x gn! reader x Varka , hybrid au , mordern au , fluff and crack , a little suggestive , both of them are a tease , probably ooc??
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( ✎ ) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. IM ALIVEEEEE (Barely)
“...can you both move??” you huffed, trying to wiggle even a centimeter out of the living, trap you’d been swallowed by. “You both have your own beds and rooms.”
“Mhmm… no…” Phainon hummed, voice low and lazy as he nuzzled into the side of your neck. His tail thumped happily against the mattress as his arms tightened around your waist, muscles flexing in a way that made your brain short‑circuit.
“Too comfy,” Varka murmured from behind you, his ears flicking as he buried his face in your hair. His breath was warm against your scalp, and his arms wrapped around you like a second, even bigger blanket. “Don’t wanna move.”
You tried to glare. You really did. But it was hard to look intimidating when you were sandwiched between two giant, warm, muscle‑stacked dog hybrids who smelled like sunshine and fresh laundry and were currently squeezing you like a beloved plush toy.
“Guys,” you said, attempting dignity while your face was smushed between a fluffy chest and an even fluffier shoulder. “I can’t breathe. Or think. Or—”
You stopped.
Because both of them shifted at the same time.
And their biceps flexed. Hard.
You made a noise that was absolutely not dignified.
Phainon’s grin widened against your neck. “You okay, sweetheart?”
Varka peeked over your shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re drooling.”
“I AM NOT—” you began, only to immediately betray yourself by staring at their arms again like they were works of art sculpted by the gods.
They both grinned.
The kind of grin that said we know exactly what we’re doing.
And then, because they were your brats—they both nuzzled you at the same time. Phainon at your neck, Varka at your hair, warm and soft and smug.
They knew your weakness. They were your weakness.
And they were absolutely using it to their advantage.
“Damn it…” you sulked, finally going limp in defeat. “I can’t resist you idiots…”
Phainon’s tail wagged harder. “Good.”
Varka tightened his hold his own tail wagging happily as he hummed. “Knew you’d give up.”
You groaned into Phainon’s chest and they squeezed you tighter.
And honestly? You didn’t mind being squished to death by them.
wc — 365.
( ✎ ) I looooooooove puppy-coded men with big hearts tits ughguhguhguhguhg
