More Phai plssss where he can’t stop druggin y/n 😖
TW // NSFW, drugging, gn!reader
Phainon thinks he's found the perfect balance in life.
Oh, what balance, you might ask? Of course he means just the right amount of sleeping draught in your dinner, just enough to make you sleepy and soft and pliant under his hands, just enough so that you'll part your legs for him without a peep and murmur his name in that drowsy, adorable way of yours.
And by the time daytime comes around, you're none the wiser. Sometimes you wake up with him next to you. Sometimes you don't. The soreness between your legs has been so persistent that you've been wanting to have it looked it, but any preliminary investigations would immediately reveal exactly what's been happening to you each night. Phainon's been distracting you from going.
But he just can't stop. Your head lolls against the crook of his neck, and if this was under any other circumstance, it would have been almost romantic. Alas.
Phainon cups your chin, bringing you toward him for a kiss. You acquiesce easily, letting him slip his tongue inside and taste the inside of your mouth. How addictive you tasted. How addictive it felt to delude himself into thinking that you would ever reciprocate his feelings, his gestures.
"Baby," he murmurs against your lips, laying you down on the bed. You blink back heavily at him. Phainon doesn't think you even recognise him in this state. Oh, how he wished you could... but sacrifices had to be made, sometimes. He could live with this much.
He slings one of your legs over his shoulder, brushing his thumb over your slit. You whimper, hips jerking up at the contact.
"You're so sensitive like this," he teases, laughing softly when you turn your face away. "C'mon. Don't hide from me now."
Your pussy is weeping after just a couple of caresses, and Phainon sinks two fingers into you easily. He nearly groans with you, tight, squeezing snugly around him, so warm that Phainon just wants to bury himself into you and die there happily.
"Love you," he mutters, resting his forehead against yours. "Call me Phainon, okay? Phai."
"Phai," you mumble after him. "S'good..."
Phainon strokes your ribbed walls gently, slowly, making sure to follow the veins within you to where you were the most sensitive. You're trembling, already, your arousal leaking out around his fingers, rewarding him with tiny gasps and writhes.
"You can cum for me," Phainon coos. "Come on. Cum for me."
He finds that spongy, soft spot within you, and curls his fingers in a come-hither motion. You cry out instantly, arching into him, kicking out sharply at the suddenness of your orgasm.
Phainon guides you gently onto your knees. You curl up, too buzzed to do anything else but obey. "Relax, okay? It's my turn."
So, I don't know if it's been asked before or if it's some sort of spoiler, but how would each RO react to the crown receiving the "succession vision" (keeping in mind that this far in the story we still don't know the secret behind it)
This could be a spoiler for a scene that might happen in the game, you know. Nah, just kidding, the Crown obviously isn't going to die in their first year!
Unless? 🤔
I guess it depends on how you play your Crown, so for now I won't answer this particular question 💖
I would've loved to see a different reaction from Dalinar when he finally remembered Evi. It would've been wonderful if, over the years and without remembering Evi, Dalinar had fallen in love with the very concept of his wife (because, of course... if he's forgotten her, she must have been incredibly important to him). Dalinar would have fallen so deeply in love with her that losing Evi without remembering her would have hurt him more than remembering everything. When he finally remembers her and realizes that he never truly loved her that much (in fact, he never really loved her at all), that's when he would truly feel empty and miserable, worse than ever