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Oh, how filthy he got in bed.
From the golden boy of Okhema city, the savior of Amphoreus, smiling and waving to citizens all around, to one of the meanest men in bed.
His hips never stop moving when he’s finally popped his dick inside your tight, wet cunt. He’s not shy about it either, whining and moaning loudly against the wet sounds of his hips slapping against your plump ass. His hands tightly holding onto your hips, making sure you can’t run away.
“F-fuckkkk.. g-gonna breed y-you.. g’nna make you all plump and round with my babies,” he’d hiccup and whisper against your sweat slicked skin. While you would whine and try to pry him off, telling him it had already been an hour since you two had begun. His balls would still be heavy with cum, slapping against your skin with a lewd ‘plap! plap! plap!’. His breathless chuckles would fill the air as his hips wouldn’t stop— in fact, he would start thrusting deeper and more purposefully.
The bed would shake, as you swore you could hear the faint cracks of the wooden bed frame giving way. There was no true night in Amphoreus, so you could still hear the faint sounds of city life going on just past the walls of your little home. “..p-phainon! Y-you’re gonna break the bed again..!” You’d cry and moan, nails digging into his back and leaving red hot marks.
Phainon’s hips wouldn’t stop, oh no.
He’d only get filthier, more lewd and needy. Whimpering into the crook of your neck, “p-please… just l-let me.. ngh— shit.. g’nna c-cum again…” he’d groan, and before you could even complain to him— his hips would be erratically thrusting into your sloppy pussy. Previous white sticky seed already oozing out around his thrusting cock, as he would shudder and cum inside you. Hot thick ropes of his seed spilling deep inside you, no doubt in wanting to fertilise your womb.
“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou” he’d quickly mutter, his hips coming to a slow roll. Stirring up the sticky mess inside you. His pelvis grinding against your overstimulated clit.
“…do you wanna go again, baby—”
“Phainon, the black tide will be more merciful than me if you ask another stupid question.” You huffed to him quickly, limbs sore and aching all over.
❝ i'm your biggest fan, i'll follow you until you love me. ❞
— lady gaga, 'paparazzi'
★ featuring ; puppy!phainon x afab!bunny!reader
★ genre ; nsfw! (mdni) — hybrid!au, title is a play on the zootopia quote wtv, samoyed!phainon, horny!phainon, pervert!phainon, dwarf rabbit!yume, phainon is a humper, possessive phaichan, lwk yandere!phainon, missionary, doggy style, knotting, biting so slight mention of blood, mating, breeding kink, creampie, dryhumping, dacryphilia, dubcon/noncon, size difference, dom!phainon, sub!reader, reader is shy but also kinda bratty, brat taming (?), multiple rounds, maine coon!mydei mentioned, scent kink, reader lwk stalks phainon LOL, porn with lots of plot, oral sex, reader has a crush on mydei lwk, mydei likes teasing phainon and pissing him off, edging, phainon calls reader bunny, phainon has too much stamina, both reader and phainon are kinda obsessed with mydei and mention him even when hes not even there LMFAOOO
★ lyric count ; 6102
★ composer's note ; its finally here!! kinda wanna make this a series… thats why theres so much worldbuilding… if this does well maybe i will!!
★ listen on ao3, check the album playlist, or back to main playlist!
★ you are at part one! go to ; two
dividers by cafekitsune! photos from pinterest & honkai: star rail; edited by me!
The samoyed next door is strangely obsessed with you… You can only wonder what will happen when he finally gets his hands on you.
The samoyed that lives next door is… strange.
As a house bunny, you’ve only run into him during the rare occasion your owner does yard work or decides you need the extra sun, but, whenever he sees you, he practically vibrates from excitement.
The first time he caught your scent outside, he immediately started dragging his owner towards your house. Your owner, Idrila, had been tending to the array of white and red roses decorating the border of THEIR front yard. THEY had set up a blanket for you on the grass, along with a basket full of your favorite snacks. You were lying on your stomach, book open in front of you. As your fingers reached over to bring a strawberry to your mouth, you were startled by a loud bark.
“Ahhh—Is that a bunny!! You’re so cute!”
The voice made you drop the strawberry and stained the page you were reading a soft pink. You frowned, brows furrowed as you opened your mouth to give the culprit a piece of your mind. When you lifted your head up and were confronted by a massive dog leaning over the fence, you curled into yourself instead, ears flattened against your head.
“Phainon!” yelled someone behind him (you assume it’s his owner), “Get back here!”
You scrutinized the dog in front of you. Based on his ears, you could tell this “Phainon” was a samoyed. Although, he seemed way too big to be one. His size was more akin to the wolf hybrids you met at the shelter, but, looking at his nonstop wagging tail, he was definitely too friendly to be a wolf.
(Was he some kind of genetically-mutated samoyed?)
Though, you will admit, he wasn’t unappealing to look at. You’d even say he’s pretty handsome. Phainon’s white hair framed his face nicely. It looked soft to touch and you could imagine yourself petting it. His skin was clear (how unfair) and he had an incredibly well built body, but his eyes were what entranced you the most. They are so vibrantly blue and even glittered, like the ocean shimmering under the rays of the sun. You could see yourself getting lost in them.
(Speaking of which… has he blinked once since you met his eyes?)
“Idrila, I apologize for Phainon’s behavior,” his owner lets out a sigh, “He must still be excited from—Oh? Who’s this?”
As you began to get uncomfortable under the samoyed’s intense gaze, his owner had just given you the perfect excuse to break eye contact. You turned to look at the person who was now standing next to Phainon. His owner was very handsome too, with THEIR tan-olive skin and braided white hair. You noted that THEIR yellow eyes contrasted nicely next to Phainon's blue ones.
Idrila paused on THEIR gardening to greet the pair. THEY walked up to the fence while dusting off any dirt that had gathered on THEIR sundress.
“Good afternoon, Nanook!” Idrila smiled and gestured to you with THEIR hand, “This is [Name]. A precious little dwarf rabbit I’ve been taking care of for about a week now. It seems like your puppy has taken a liking to her.”
(“Puppy?” That… ‘wolf’ is not a “puppy.”)
“Hi!! I’m Phainon! I’m a samoyed hybrid and—Wow—You smell really good!!” the aforementioned “puppy” said with a wide grin and a tilt of his head.
That confirmed your suspicions about his breed, but did he have to comment on your scent? It weirded you out and you weren’t going to respond—until you noticed that Idrila was looking at you expectantly.
“Hello…” you muttered with shy reluctance, finally meeting his gaze once again. That simple word seemed to spark something in him and you watched as hearts formed in his blue eyes.
“Ahhh—Even your voice is cute!!” Phainon said as he leaned further over the fence.
Alarmed at the sudden movement, Nanook reached over, grabbed the back of the blue collar the dog was wearing, and dragged him back towards THEM. Phainon released a yelp, but never once did he look away from you. A snarl appeared on Nanook’s face as THEY sneered at Phainon.
“Maybe too much of a liking…” THEY commented under THEIR breath, but you heard it with your enhanced hearing, “It was nice to meet you, but we should get going now.”
Moving THEIR grip to Phainon’s wrist, Nanook dragged him towards the house next door. A pout formed on the samoyed face as he got scolded by his owner about respecting boundaries and learning to think before speaking. You let out a soft giggle at the sight and Phainon visibly melted at the sound. His reaction made you raise an eyebrow, but you tried not to pay too much mind to it. You shook out the left over tension from the encounter, and turned back to your book as Idrila returned to THEIR gardening.
Aside from that, you like to study Phainon from the window of your bedroom. Your room is on the second floor of Idrila’s home, giving you an apt view of the Nanook’s backyard. Phainon is out there more often than not. Either roughhousing another hybrid that’s over at his house at the time or training with his owner. At times it can be amusing but other moments make you genuinely concerned for the hybrid’s well-being.
(One time you saw him climb on top of a poor blonde maine coon and start humping him… luckily his owner shut it down and scolded him before it could escalate.)
Unfortunately, your “Phainon-Watching” came to an abrupt end only 2 weeks after it started. One Friday evening you had been lounging on your window seat, enjoying the breeze coming through the slightly ajar window. You almost fell asleep—that is—until Phainon slammed his backyard door open.
“Nanook! I learned something new while training with Mydei today! Let me show you!!”
You watched as his owner followed the samoyed outside. Phainon showed him a move he learned at “training” that day and Nanook watched with THEIR hands clasped behind THEIR back, nodding in acknowledgement once Phainon finished.
(You could only guess what his… “training” actually is… What he performed looked more like martial arts than dog tricks… Maybe he’s training to be a guard dog…)
Phainon visibly brightened at the small gesture like the man had just spoken him a million praises. His tail wagged in joy and you could tell he was going to do another trick before a particularly harsh breeze passed by. It had you shivering and reaching over for a blanket, but you stopped once Phainon froze and began to sniff the air like a madman. He followed the scent and eventually turned upward towards your window.
The samoyed squinted, seemingly to make out your shape, and once he finally did, he perked up, like he did when he first caught your scent.
“[Name]!!” he exclaimed as he rushed over the fence dividing your homes, “Were you watching me?! Did you like what I did?! I learned it, so I can protect you! Hey, [Name]—”
Your blood went cold and you were frozen in place as Phainon started waving too excitedly and attempted to climb the fence to get to you. While you rushed to close your window and the curtains, you caught out of the corner of your eye how Nanook grabbed Phainon by the collar and dragged him back inside.
(Yep, there’s no way you’re gonna watch the samoyed ever again.)
“[Name], this is Mydei,” Idrila introduces, “He’s Yaoshi’s maine coon hybrid and I’d like it if you two became friends.”
A week following your incident with Phainon, your owner has decided that you need more friends.
Out of fear and embarrassment of running into Phainon outside, you’ve locked yourself in Idrila’s house. Every time THEY would offer to take you outside with THEM, you would kindly deny and state that you’d rather spend the time napping inside.
It seems that THEY’VE reached the limit of listening to your pathetic excuses and brought the outside to you instead.
“She is so adorable!” Mydei’s owner remarks as THEY clasp THEIR hands together and press them against THEIR cheek, “I hope you two get along while Idrila and I catch up over some tea.”
Your ears shoot up in alert at the idea of being alone with a predator hybrid. THEY seem to notice your hesitancy and quickly add on, “Don’t worry! Mydei is trained well and won’t act like some feral dog. He won’t do anything you dislike!”
The words do little to calm your nerves, but Idrila and Yaoshi are already moving towards the living room, leaving you and Mydei on your own devices. You shift awkwardly as you ponder on what to do. Mydei’s presence doesn’t help. He stands against the wall with his arms crossed, long tail occasionally thumping against the floor.
As you fidget with your fingers, you attempt to sneak glances at the cat, who makes no move to… “get along with you.” Mydei has his eyes closed and his breathing is even, like he’s sleeping. His blonde hair fades to a soft red when it reaches his shoulders. You internally squeal when you notice that he has a part of it braided and resting on his right shoulder—and are those tattoos peaking out from under his black shirt? You have to hold yourself back from causing a scene.
Like with Phainon, you think he’s beautiful with his solid build (one you note is bigger than Phainon’s) and big arms. The way he has his arms crossed accentuates his chest and creates more tension on his already tight shirt. You have to force yourself to stop staring and squeeze your eyes shut. His appearance reminds you of another maine coon—
(Wait a minute…)
Upon closer inspection, you realize that this is the same hybrid you saw Phainon… hump all those weeks ago. You feel yourself flush at the revelation and shake your head to rid yourself of the memory that appeared in your head.
When you open your eyes again, you’re met with Mydei’s golden eyes staring back at you. He has an eyebrow raised and his head is tilted in question. Your sudden movement must have aroused him from his meditation.
(You’re sure you look as red as his tattoos right now.)
In an attempt to quell the awkward air, you let out an admittedly depressing giggle and scratch the back of your neck, “Um—Do you want to go to the sunroom? With me..?”
You watch as Mydei lets out a huff and a small smile makes home on his face. To your surprise, he agrees and asks you to lead the way. Your ears perk up at his agreement and you bounce up and down in excitement. You grab his hand and start dragging him down the hallway, surprising him at the sudden skin to skin contact.
When you make it down the hall, you push a door open and bring Mydei inside with you. The sunroom is your favorite place in Idrila’s home. It’s the perfect place to relax and get some sun, while still staying in the house.
It’s where you’ve been hiding from Phainon for most of the week.
However, the samoyed isn’t here right now and instead this handsome maine coon is. You excitedly tell Mydei about what you like doing here: about the books you read, the snacks Idrila makes you, and how this is the perfect place to take a nap.
You’re still holding on to his hand when you finally bring Mydei to the biggest window in the room. In front of it, a blanket is placed on the ground. A book sits open on top of it with a bookmark marking the page you last left on. There’s a small table on the edge of the blanket, placed near the window, that holds a glass of lemonade, the condensation still visible on the outside of the glass even though the ice has melted.
You’re about to drag the maine coon to sit with you when it hits you that you’ve been dragging Mydei around this whole time and making him listen to your nonsensical ramblings. All while holding his hand! You abruptly pull your hand away from his and grip the end of your skirt instead.
You miss the way Mydei frowns at the loss of contact.
“I’m so sorry! I just spent that whole time rambling to you and you haven’t even been able to say a single thing back—” you start, hot from embarrassment, but Mydei cuts you off.
“It’s alright,” he says with a soft smile, “I enjoyed listening to your “ramblings.” It was quite cute.”
You cover your face with your hands and know you are blushing hard under them, “Ah—Thank you..?”
Taking note of your current state, Mydei takes the initiative and invites himself to sit on your blanket. Well—It’s not really sitting. It’s more like lounging. He drapes himself on the floor, with one knee bent and the other extended out. His weight rests on one arm, elbow bent as he rests his chin on his hand, while the other pats the area next to him.
“Join me, won’t you?”
Mydei’s voice is borderline seductive and you find yourself entranced. Your body moves on its own and you awkwardly lay down next to him. First, you start on your back, but eventually turn to face him. Your ears flatten on your head and you open your mouth to say something. The words are lost on your tongue when Mydei puts his hand on your waist and pulls you flush against his body. Legs tangle with each other as you hold your breath, scared to breathe on him. You let out an exhale and involuntarily relax when Mydei brings the same hand up to your head, scratching the junction at the base of your ears. He lets out a chuckle that rumbles through his body when he sees how your tail twitches at his touch.
You cuddle closer to Mydei, trying to chase his touch. Your hands rest on his chest and grip onto his shirt when he rubs a particularly sensitive spot. It has you flushing once again and before you can apologise, Mydei brings his head down to your neck. You feel how he rubs his face against your scent glands, occasionally leaving nibbles on your skin.
(Is he… Is he scenting you?!)
Overwhelmed by his maneuvers, in your haze, you return his affection and begin to scent his own neck. All you can smell is Mydei and you find yourself getting droopy. The combination of the warm rays of the sun through the window and Mydei’s strong scent is just what you need to get sleepy.
You fall asleep with Mydei’s warm body pressed against yours.
“Why do you smell like that?”
“Smell like what?” Mydei pauses in his stretching to look at the white-haired hybrid.
Later on in the day, long after Mydei’s morning visit with you, he meets up with Phainon to train together. It’s something that the pair have been doing for a while, brawling as a healthy way of expelling pent up energy and satisfying their more animalistic instincts. This is the first meetup in a few weeks. Mydei had to separate himself from Phainon after a particular incident. However, meeting with you had put him in a good mood that had him reaching out to the samoyed to start their weekly meetings once again.
Phainon has a confused look on his pretty face, with his brows furrowed together and it's even completed with a pout. He gets closer to Mydei, leaning into his neck to get a better whiff. The maine coon isn’t fazed, already used to his antics, and patiently waits as Phainon sniffs all over his scent glands.
“Like [Name].”
Phainon abruptly pulls back, startling Mydei with his sudden seriousness, “Why do you smell like [Name]?”
The look on Phainon’s face is one Mydei can only identify as terrifying. The cute pout is erased from his face and the light disappears from his eyes. Gone is the kind and affectionate samoyed and what’s left is a feral wolf challenging someone that has entered his territory.
Mydei composes himself, and the startled look is gone as quickly as it came.
“[Name]?” the blonde pretends to question, “Ah, [Name], you mean the bunny that lives next door to you.”
“Yeah. [Name].” Phainon says again, harsher this time, “Why do you smell like her?”
He says it like it disgusts him, like it pains him to even say the words. Mydei watches as the hybrid in front of him tightens and loosens the fists resting at his sides.
The maine coon tilts his head in a mocking manner, “I was over at her house earlier today. Yaoshi wanted to meet with Idrila and took me along. Something about [Name] needing to meet more hybrids, so I spent some time with her.”
Mydei remains vague on purpose. Some part of him wants to egg him and see how the samoyed will react.
How far he’ll spiral.
He can practically see the cogs turning in Phainon’s head as he tries to make something from Mydei’s words. He gave him essentially nothing after all. Anything else that he conjures up in his mind is from his own imagination.
Mydei studies Phainon’s face with vigor. The samoyed is staring out into space, and Mydei watches as his look of neutrality begins to morph into anger. Phainon’s eyebrows twitch and his nose scrunches. His mouth turns into a snarl, baring his teeth. Mydei can see the waves of anger exuding from his body.
“Did you—” Phainon scoffs, “Did you mate with her?”
Mydei says nothing, letting the silence linger in the air and allowing a few more seconds of Phainon’s imagination to run rampant.
“Maybe I did,” he finally breaks the silence, “I don’t see how that concerns you.”
Now it’s Phainon’s turn to be silent.
“She had no scent of a mate and no markings,” Mydei continues, “Would it truly be that concerning if I was the one to take her?”
Something snaps in Phainon and he stomps closer to the cat. Mydei thinks the samoyed is going to fight him, but all the samoyed does is place a shaking palm on the maine coon’s shoulder. His grip is tight, painfully so, but Mydei keeps his eyes on Phainon’s.
Phainon stares back into Mydei’s, eyes dark in anger. Now concerned, Mydei opens his mouth to say something to calm the dog down, but Phainon beats him to it.
A flip is switched and, like nothing has even happened in the past few moments, the smile is returned to Phainon’s face. The sparkle returns to his eyes and he joyfully says, “Of course not!”
He closes his eyes and tilts his head like an unassuming puppy, “You’re right! She wasn’t claimed. How lucky you are if you actually managed to woo her over. Haha. You should watch your back, Mydeimos. Someone might jump at her before you are able to complete the bond.”
Mydei’s eyes widen at the thinly veiled threat. Phainon called his bluff. He doesn’t like the chill that goes down his spine.
Fuck.
Apparently, the samoyed that lives next door is sick.
You would beg to differ. With a body like that, surely you wouldn’t get sick to the point your neighbor has to watch over you.
According to Idrila, Nanook had called THEM with concern in THEIR voice. Nanook wasn’t the type of person to worry like this, so Idrila was immediately alarmed at THEIR intonation. THEY had told THEM that Phainon hadn’t been eating the last few days and locked himself in his room. The samoyed had refused to come out, telling Nanook that he wasn’t feeling well, coughing and groaning every other word.
To you, it sounds like bullshit.
But the ever kind Idrila agreed to look over the dog while Nanook attended an important meeting THEY couldn’t afford to miss.
That brings you too now, as Idrila picks up a spare key from under a barely-hanging-onto-life plant on Nanook’s front porch.
(Clearly, THEY don’t concern themselves with plant life like Idrila does.)
You’re holding a basket full of at home remedies. Idrila had quickly cooked up some soup and packed some over-the-counter medicine. All you could do was scoff as THEY did so.
Idrila finally unlocks the door and you’re greeted by silence. You step in and are almost knocked out. You’ve never been in Phainon’s house before, but you can smell that it’s his.
His scent is everywhere. In the air, on the walls. Every single nook and cranny.
(Is this how Idrila’s house smelled when Mydei came over? Is that why he was.. “meditating”?)
You shake your head. Now’s not the time to think about Mydei. You turn back to Idrila, who had taken the basket in your stupor and was now heating soup up on the stove.
THEY continue to mix the concoction and, without taking THEIR eyes off the pot, requests something of you.
“Go check on, Phainon!” THEY hum out the samoyed’s name, “Maybe seeing another hybrid will make him feel better!”
(Bullshit.)
However, you reluctantly nod, and turn to move further into his house. You’d have to find Phainon’s room first if you wanted to “check on him.” You let your nose be your guide and follow the scent to where it’s the strongest.
It guides you to a light blue door and you stand awkwardly in front of it. You don’t want to open it. A part of you is scared. This is the first time you’d be seeing the samoyed since he caught you spying on him from your window. On the other hand, you’re annoyed. This most definitely is some bullshit Phainon pulled to get to you. Surely it has to be.
You’ll never find the true reason unless you knock on the door, so you suck it up and finally do it. You place 3 firm taps on the door.
“Phainon? Are you okay? Nanook said you were sick, so Idrila and I came to check on you.”
There’s no response from the other side of the door.
“Hello..?” you question. This is the right door. You trust your nose enough to at least discern that.
The annoyance bubbles over at the continued lack of response and you finally break, “Hey! If you don’t open this door right now I’ll—”
The door slams open and Phainon jumps out. You let out a shriek as Phainon shoves you into the wall of the hallway. Your back hits the wall with a loud thud and you let out a yelp that only partially escapes your mouth as Phainon now has his hand covering the bottom half of your face.
All the commotion must have alerted Idrila downstairs as THEY question, “Is everything alright up there?”
“Everythings alright! Just startled each other, haha!” Phainon responds for the two of you while you struggle against his hold.
That seems to satisfy THEIR worries, “Alright… Nanook just texted me asking me to pick up your medicine, Phainon. Will you two be alright while I head out for a moment?”
“Of course!” Phainon says, voice too cheery for someone who’s supposed to be ill. You watch as his tail begins to wag.
(No, Idrila! Don’t leave me here with him!)
You attempt to yell against his hand, but your screams are muffled. It's no luck as you listen to Idrila leave through the front door. Now alone and sick of his behavior, you bite Phainon’s hand and kick him in the groin. Now, it’s his turn to yelp and his hands move away from your body and to his dick instead.
“You—You jerk! What the hell is wrong with you?!” You exclaim as you watch Phainon attempt to grip onto the wall and balance himself.
(Good. You managed to do some damage to him.)
“[N—Name],” he groans out, voice riddled with pain, “I just want to talk to you!”
You scoff, “Well you didn’t have to pretend to be sick to do it.”
“I did!” Phainon springs up, and it startles you, “It was the only way I could get you into my house.”
Your eyes widen in a mixture of shock and fear and your ears point out in alert.
The pain that Phainon was experiencing before seemingly evaporated and his hands returned to you. They come up to cup your face and bring it closer to his. Your hands grasp his wrists and you can feel his breath tingle on your lips.
You think he’s about to kiss you when he suddenly pauses, sniffing the air. He transfers his grip on your face onto one hand and grips your chin as he forcefully pulls your head to the side. Phainon buries his face in your neck and you can feel him sniff all over it.
“Mydeimos.”
His voice has dropped to a lower, growly pitch. It’s guttural, like a wolf.
“W—What? What does Mydei have to do with this?!” your voice comes out awkwardly due to his grip on your face.
Phainon lets out an actual growl and you feel it against you, “Don’t say his name.”
Suddenly, you feel something wet slide across your scent glands.
(Is—Is he licking you?!)
Your shoulders scrunch up at the sensation on your sensitive glands. It's so warm and wet, but for some reason it has you melting in his embrace. Phainon supports you by wrapping his free arm around your waist and pressing your body against his. He continues his relentless attack on your neck.
“When I’m done with you,” he starts, breathlessly, “You’ll smell like me. Not him.”
“And it’ll stick.”
Before you can question what he means, Phainon releases his grip on your face and picks you up bridal style. You grip onto his shoulders as he carries you into his room, closing the door behind him with his foot. He gently places you on his bed. The blue sheets are soft against you, but you can’t study his room any further because Phainon begins to strip himself in front of you.
You watch, jawslacked, as Phainon starts by taking off his top. Now that his shirt is off, you can truly see his body. His abs are defined and chest is pronounced.
(You’re sure the only person that rivals him is Mydei, but Phainon wouldn’t like you thinking that.)
He doesn’t give you enough time to appreciate his chest as he hastily moves onto his bottoms. Phainon pulls off his pants and underwear in one combined motion and, if your mouth could fall open even further, it has. The size of his dick is almost frightening. Its size is intimidating just like the rest of his body. It curves slightly upward and the tip is flushed a light pink. There is a prominent knot where his dick meets the base. A vein runs up on the side of his shaft from the base to the tip. Against your wishes, you feel yourself getting wet in between your legs and your mouth begins to water.
But as he climbs on top of you, the realization hits you all at once.
Phainon is trying to mate with you.
You place your hands on his chest and attempt to push him away, but he’s too strong and your push does nothing to deter his movements.
“W—Wait! Phainon, I’m not so sure—!”
The samoyed cuts you off by dropping himself on top of you. You let out a wheeze as the air is knocked out of you and you barely have enough time to catch your breath before Phainon is licking and kissing your ears. Your face is pressed into his chest as he continues his assault.
“Why?” Phainon questions, voice dark once again, “Did Mydei mate with you already?”
Now, you’re confused.
(What’s this about Mydei and you mating?!)
“I—I don’t know—”
“Bullshit!” he cuts you off, “I smelled you all over him the other day. You can’t lie to me.”
“W—What?! We were just cuddling—”
Phainon lets out a manic laugh, “Haha—! Then how about we do some cuddling, too?”
He pulls away from you to grab onto the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. However, he doesn’t have the same amount of patience with your bra and grips it with both hands at the center before ripping it apart. You let out a gasp at his actions and yell profanities at him. Phainon pays no mind as he moves down to your skirt, hands gripping onto your panties and pulling them down along with the skirt.
Now you’re bare in front of him like he is with you.
You can’t do anything but grip the sheets next to you as Phainon brings himself down and his mouth immediately meets your wet pussy. His tongue licks circles into your clit and it has you arching into his mouth. The sounds of your moaning and his mouth on your cunt fill the room. You squirm at the overwhelming pleasure and Phainon places a hand on your stomach to press you back down onto the bed. The added pressure doesn’t help you at all and tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes. Phainon seems to notice and brings his other hand to your cunt and presses it into you. It slides right in with the help of all your slick that has now built up at his ministrations.
His finger is longer than yours and immediately hits places you couldn’t reach yourself. He prods around until he finds a spot that has you wailing. The tears spill from your eyes as your legs begin to shake at the pleasure. Before you know it, Phainon adds another finger and presses his tongue harder against your clit. You feel yourself right on the edge and you clench around Phainon, but he abruptly pulls away, taking his fingers with him.
You whine at the loss of feeling full and are about to complain when Phainon says, “I’m sorry, bunny, but the only time you’re gonna come is on my cock as I fuck you full of my cum.”
Your face grows impossibly red at his words and you sink further into the haze that is Phainon. He climbs back on top of you in between your legs and lines himself up with your entrance. You hold your breath as you feel Phainon push himself into you. The stretch is intense, so much more than his fingers.
“Too—Too much, Phai!” you squeal at how full you are.
Phainon lets out a chuckle and presses himself back into your scent glands, “I’m only half-way, bunny.”
You let out a moan as Phainon continues to push in despite your protest. When your cunt finally meets his knot, you feel impossibly full. So full to the point that you can feel him up in your throat. Phainon lets out a loud groan when you squeeze down on him and he has to bite the sheets next to your head to stop himself from cumming right then and there.
“C—Careful. If you keep doing that I’ll cum sooner than I want to.”
His words have you whining and Phainon takes that as a sign to start moving. He places his hands under your knees and presses them against the bed as he begins to thrust into your pussy. It makes a loud squelch every time his knot nudges your cunt. You can feel him deep in your stomach, your womb.
He’s hitting every pleasurable spot inside of you and you can’t help but clench around him. You feel yourself on the edge of your orgasm once again and this time Phainon doesn’t pull himself out to stop your high.
You cum with a loud whine, clenching hard around Phainon’s cock. It has him letting out a moan and his thrusts grow erratic. Soon he’s joining you in your high as he comes inside you, but he doesn’t push in his knot and the cum leaks back out of your cunt when he slides out.
You're both breathing heavily, breaths mingling with each other as you attempt to get air back into your lungs.
But Phainon doesn’t give you a moment of respite and he’s gripping your waist and flipping you over onto your stomach.
“Phai—Wait—Still sensitive—!”
Your words are knocked out of you when Phainon pushes his still hard cock back inside your cunt from behind. It slides back in easily with all the cum that's inside of you already. He holds you up by your hips, leaving your head on the sheets, and grinds into you.
“F—Fuck! How are you even tighter like this—” Phainon groans as he presses his eyes shut, relishing the pleasure of your sensitive pussy pulsing around him.
However, a scowl returns to his face when he remembers how this all started. Without taking his hands off your hips, he leads down near your ears. You feel his body heat against your back and he whispers into your ears as they twitch.
“Did Mydei fuck you like this? Was his cock big enough to hit all these spots inside of you? Did he have you leaking all over the sheets like I am?”
All you can do is respond with a moan and Phainon bites down on an ear as he drags your body up and down his cock by your hips. The position has him hitting even deeper than before and you feel him hit your womb every time he thrusts back in. It’s intense, and when Phainon lets go of your ear, you turn your head to the side to be able to breathe. Tears are streaming down your face again, and you feel Phainon grow harder inside of you. He brings mouth to your cheeks and licks up your tears before pressing his face into your scent glands.
“Y—You’re even cute when you cry. Sh—Shit—!” he exclaims as you clench around him, close once again.
“If you’re close again, I’m gonna have to fuck you harder if I want to cum with you, bunny,” Phainon breathes out, “Hang on.”
You grip the sheets as he brings himself upright again and pulls out, leaving just the tip. You whine at the loss of his cock, but you mewl when he shoves himself back in by thrusting his hips and simultaneously bringing your hips to meet his. He moves faster now, chasing his own high. You attempt to crawl away from him, but his grip on your hips is unrelenting and he pulls you back onto his dick every time.
Phainon’s moans grow in volume and you know he’s close like you. He leans back once again and places his mouth over your scent glands. You think you hear him mutter an apology when he suddenly pushes his knot into your sloppy pussy, cumming inside you. At the same time, he bites down hard on your gland, creating a mating mark. When his knot slips in, it has your eyes widening at the sudden intrusion. The feeling of being so overwhelmingly stuffed as you falling apart on his cock, tail twitching erratically. You cum on his dick with a loud moan of his name and you feel pulse after pulse of his cum fill your womb and pussy.
After a few moments, his mouth lets go of your neck and he licks the blood away. Phainon presses light kisses on your scent gland.
“Now, you’re mine,” he says, still in a sex daze, “Not Mydei’s. Mine.”
“Yours,” you reply before you can stop it.
The word has Phainon perking up and his tail wags behind him. He peppers kisses all over your face and begins to grind himself against you.
(Wait—Is he getting hard again?!)
By the time Idrila returns, you’ve been fully fucked out.
Bite marks litter your body and a mixture of your slick and Phainon’s cum slides down your legs. You can’t feel your body and all you can think about is Phainon.
You’re sure the smell of sex is clear in the air even to your owner’s nose.
Phainon has finally taken a break to get you some water and your suspicions about Idrila are confirmed when Phainon returns with some soup and the aforementioned water.
He also mentions the news that Idrila has given you permission to “sleepover.”
Even with your aching body, you can stop the sigh that escapes your lips.
You’re in for a long night.
PHAINON GIVE ME A CHANCE PLEASE!!! also i wrote this in an actual daze sorry if some of it didnt make sense LOL
you are at part one! go to ; two
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"I refuse to use y/n so I give her oc name"???? SO IS NOT A READERINSERT ISN'T, WHY DONT YOU DO (F/O)/OC IS NOT THAT HARD OMG I HOPE THE A03 CURSE GET TO YOU
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Phainon but he just loveeeesssss having you on his lap. Loves lifting you in any form, really. He’s a little bit of a show off in that way, picking you up with just one arm and parading you about Okhema like it is his proudest accomplishment. Yet, his favorite remains having you sat upon his lap.
So many ways to do it, and so many scenarios which it’s appropriate to do so. (Is there really, Phainon?) There is, of course, the classic and most publicly appropriate in which you settle yourself diagonally across his lap. It’s not the most comfortable for him, he has to remain a stiff and sturdy seat, but that’s no worry for the Deliverer of Okhema!
There is also the single thigh, another that he pulls out often. He has to support the whole of your weight in this one, which he much prefers. He also gets a wonderful feel of your plush tummy and thighs without others giving him looks for it. Well, others who don’t know him. Well enough, that is.
He occasionally even has you sit between his legs, leaving enough room for your rear to slot right against his crotch. This one… isn’t pulled out often for numerous reasons. Mostly because it gets him too excited, but also because it’s lacking most of his favorite parts of you being in his lap. Particularly the sitting on him one.
The favorite, though, he cannot do in public for fear of Aglaea’s wrath. Not that he cares for sharing your visage in intimacy with others in the first place, but it does make him sad he can’t have you as he likes all the time.
Nothing is more intimate than having you above him, thighs shaking, as he guides you to sit upon him. A ruler to their throne, he likes to say, there is no seat in Okhema more suitable for you. Those terrible, strong hands of his are deceptively kind as he eases you onto him. Careful not to push too far, supporting your weight until you can take him to the hilt.
Even then, the ride is hardly his favorite part — not that he can say he’s not a fan. Truthfully, what Phainon loves the most about having you on his lap, facing him? He can kiss you as much as he pleases. He could care less about the way you clench around him, or the shake in your legs as you come undone. Any man could do so, any man could pretend to care for a night then disappear, and you know this too.
That is why your kiss, the slotting of your lips against his is more intimate than any position he could have you in. It is a promise of devotion, a reminder that you have chosen him. Through millions of cycles, spanning endless choices, you have always chosen him. Those lips of yours have only chosen to touch his, and they will only ever choose him.
So, yes, Phainon loves having you in his lap for endless reasons. To show off, to proclaim, to pleasure. Yet, in that big heart of his, the only good reason to have you there is to reseal your promise to each other. Again and again and again, until Amphoreus breaks into a new dawn.
phainon’s pressing kisses against the curve of your shoulder when you snicker; it pulls him out of his daze, makes him peer at your side profile. you flick your eyes his way and read the question in his gaze.
“you weren’t listening?” you arched a brow and he shook his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck, thumb doodling circles against your hip. you regale him with the video you had been watching—some story about an influencer discovering her partner had been cheating on her for months, making her out to be the fool.
“that he’s still pretending it’s her fault makes him scum.” phainon scoffed, his whole body laying on top of you easily; dwarfing you completely in size and shape.
“it’s insane that the other girl is so pathetic about it too.” you roll your eyes before you turn to him with a thoughtful look on your face. he blinks down at you.
“what?”
“if you ever even think about cheating on me, i might just have to kill you.” you say it lightly, dismissively. there was no heat in the sentence; just calm, straight to the point. honest.
ba—bump.
but his face flushes deeply, his inhale is shaky and his heart skips a beat.
in-between his legs, he throbs and aches.
“a.. anh..”
your brows shoot up in surprise, “phainon did you just—?”
he buries his face in your skin again, humiliating noises escaping his lips.
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afterword:
— i had a thought and it was too funny not to write it
synopsis : phainon gets a severe case of baby fever after seeing you act so motherly. shenanigans (breeding you) ensue.
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 :: baby fever, breeding kink, breeding-centered dirty talk, piv sex (obviously), mating press, porn with a bit of plot.. not beta read only proof read once or twice, i apologize in advance for any mistakes 😭
phainon feels the first seeds of his future obsession appear in his mind when he sees you tending to a young child in okhema’s streets. the two of you were out for a stroll, when you crossed paths with a little boy who had scraped his knee just moments ago. phainon’s eyes watch you intently as you kneel down to look at the tiny wound, comforting him with sweet words, drying his tears with your sleeve. you even buy the child some ice-cream, and as you retreat back to phainon’s side, you say, “he’s cute, isn’t he?” maybe it’s just phainon’s imagination, but he swears he can hear a hint of longing in your voice. well, his hormones might also make him a bit biased, making him think you might want a child, but he can’t really help that, can he?
phainon’s mind is playing this scene on loop. you looked so motherly, right by the young boy’s side. if he didn’t know you, he would have assumed you were his mother – and would have been disappointed to know such a pretty lady was already taken. he’s so absorbed in his thoughts that he accidentally walks into a lamp pole, but even then, as you cradle his face to check on him, he still has this dreamy look on his face. you, the mother of his children… that sounds nice.
that night, phainon brings you home earlier than usual. soon as the door is shut, he’s kissing you like he wants to devour you until nothing is left. you’re positively responsive, of course, but you seriously wonder what’s gotten into his head. he’s usually passionate, yes, but he likes to take his time… so you’re practically stunned when he carries you, not even to the bed, but to the kitchen counter, which is closer by just a few meters.
your clothes are ripped off. literally. you try to complain about his barbaric behavior, something about making him face aglaea’s wrath after destroying the clothes she created, but he shuts you up with a kiss so hot you forget about it (for tonight, anyway). he spreads your legs open, let the ripped fabric pool on the floor beneath you. phainon throws one leg over his shoulder, and just as he’s about to begin to pound into you, you grab his face to make him really look at you.
phainon feels his dreams of getting you pregnant shatter as you say, “hey, you forgot the condom…” he tries to swallow his disappointment. he was so blinded by his lust, he forgot that you aren’t aware yet of his need to knock you up.
“actually, i was thinking,” he starts, his tone suddenly much more nervous, “we could do it raw, tonight.”
his words make you raise a brow. “but i might get pregnant.”
“that’s… what i want.” he confesses, and before you can even say anything, he adds, “please. please, consider it. i-i know pregnancy is difficult, but i’ll take such good care of you throughout the whole thing, i’ll never leave your side, i’ll make sure all your cravings are satisfied – i’ll even carry you room to room, if you would please just let me get you pregnant.”
by the end of his speech, he’s panting, and his cock, clearly just as desperate, is resting on your stomach, leaking pre on your skin. he’s itching to put it in, but he’s holding himself back, waiting for you to agree.
you stare at him with wide eyes. clearly, you didn’t expect any of that. where did this baby fever come from? but at the same time, you can’t say you’re exactly opposed to the idea. you’ve had thoughts of starting a family with phainon – but they were fleeting, and you never thought it would amount to anything serious.
until tonight, that is. so, now that you have phainon between your legs, ready to breed you until all you can think of is his name, you give him a small nod. you hope you won’t come to regret this later, but that thought is stopped by his lips coming to crash onto yours once again.
amidst kisses, he sings your praises, thanks you like you’re his goddess, for letting him do this to you. “thank you, thank you thank you thank you thank you…” the words begin to blur, he’s making less sense, but he doesn’t care. as soon as he sinks his cock in your warmth, it’s like a beast is unleashed. you’ve never felt him fuck you so thoroughly before tonight, his hands all over your body, particularly your breasts and your stomach.
whenever you can see them, his eyes are clouded, glazed over with a lust so primal you wonder if he’s even human anymore. his hand lets go of your left tit to focus on kneading the tender flesh of your ass, and instead, he leans forward, to take your already swollen nipple into his mouth. he’s sucking desperately, his moans still audible despite the fact his mouth is full. not just that, but the pace of his hips somehow fastens.
“i’ll… i’ll get you pregnant tonight… promise,” your ears are filled with the rambles of a man that seems driven mad with lust. you’re barely able to register everything that’s happening, from his hands, to his hips, to his mouth by your ear, “you’ll be so pretty and full with my kids, ‘n i’ll take good care of you… my pretty wife, my pretty children…”
he doesn’t move away from you when he finally cums. you’ve only done it without protection once, so the sensation is foreign, and it leaves you craving more. even after that, he thrusts in a few more times, just to make sure his cum won’t spill out once he pulls out.
as he looks at you, he seems back to normal again. somewhat, anyway. he cradles your cheek, just like you did earlier today, and his voice is soft, as he asks you, “one more time… please?”
you’re weak to that soft, puppy-like look in his eyes. despite the fact you know you’re already in for a morning full of stiffness and cramps, you nod slowly. phainon grins, and he changes your position, picking you up to put you on the floor.
“can’t we move this to the bedroom, at least?”
“but i need to breed you right now. or i’ll die. i don’t wanna waste time walking all the way to the bedroom...”
you can only give him a deadpan look at his dramatic reply. the pout he was sporting as he argued with you turns into a grin once again, when he doesn’t hear you complain. he folds you in half with ease, pushing your knees to your chest. you groan, feeling your whole body stretch under his mighty hands. he remains gentle, but you can feel how he’s holding back…
“this position allows me to reach your womb more easily,” he casually explains, before beaming, “it’s called a mating press! funny name, isn’t it?”
you find the contrast between his excited attitude and the foulness of what he’s saying amusing. but you don’t really have the time to ponder it further, because phainon’s already drilling into you. he’s making sure that his first load remains deep inside you, not a single drop wasted. at the same time, phainon brings a hand between your legs, the pad of his finger pressing against your clit.
you’re left moaning even louder than before, as he rubs it hard, occasionally pinching it, just to make sure your eyes remain open.
“keep looking at me, dawnlight,” he coos, using his other hand to keep your gaze on him, “i love seeing you like this… i love you, i love you so much…”
you’re struggling, really, to follow his words. the pleasure is making your vision blurry, a mix of tears and feeling light-headed. but you try your best, even if he’s in the middle of wrecking you.
his hand knows your body all too well. while phainon wishes his mouth could do the work instead, he can see you’re enjoying yourself as it is, so he continues, flicking, rubbing, twisting – until he sees your body twitch in this oh so familiar way.
“you’re about to cum, aren’t you, my love?” phainon asks, smiling at the sight of you, ready to cum because of him, like so many times before, “go on, beautiful… be a good girl, and cum on my cock.”
you do just that, and phainon adores how you look when you’re cumming. it breaks his heart how you’ll never know just how gorgeous you look, wallowing in your orgasm – from your eyes glistening with tears, to your curves, trembling, covered in a thin veil of sweat. in fact, you’re so gorgeous, he ends up cumming seconds after you, spilling white ribbons deep inside of you.
you’re both left panting, as his hips come to a rest against you. he doesn’t dare to pull out, not just yet anyway, too scared of a single drop dripping out of you. after all, phainon is on a mission tonight (knocking you up), and he doesn’t want to fail.
“phainon,” you call out, as you attempt to move away from him, to sit up. your legs are starting to hurt from this position, and you think you’re definitely spent for the night, “let’s go shower now, okay?”
phainon immediately whines, leaning forward to press his cheek against your knees, giving you his best puppy eyes. “but… please, dawnlight, I just need one more… one more, to make sure you’re pregnant. please? can you let me do that?”
you groan, and throw your head back. you know damn well that when he says one more, what he means is “the whole night”. but… those puppy eyes of his are hard to refuse.
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the next day, you wake up to the sight of phainon nuzzling your breasts. as well as a throbbing ache in your entire body.
“phainon of aedes elysiae…” you mumble, mustering a glare you send his way. to which, he just smiles at you in pure, unbridled adoration.
“good morning, my love,” he greets back, before pressing a kiss to your left breast, “there’s nothing wrong with me admiring the body of the mother of my future children, you know…”
“children?”
“… i wouldn’t mind if kephale were to bless us with twins. or triplets.” when you pull on his ahoge, he whines, and nuzzles your chest again, “i was joking! just joking, dawnlight! although, if you want more children after the first one, i’m up to it–”
“phainon!!” you tug on his hair harder, and this time, it’s enough to make him drop the idea of children. he relents, and moves to bury his face in your neck, while his hand comes to rest on your midriff, rubbing it in circles. it hasn’t even been a week, much less a day, but phainon’s already imagining a baby bump there.
“when our little one grows older, i’d like to make him visit aedes elysiae,” he whispers, hope lacing his voice, “we can all play in the wheat fields in the morning, eat a hearty lunch my mother will make, then watch the setting sun by the dock. it would be nice, don’t you think?”
his dreams of a future amidst the golden wheats of his village make you soften. it’s idyllic, yes, but you’d love that anyway. you wrap your tired arms around him, and kiss the top of his head. “it would be nice, for sure.”
end notes : one of my friends on twitter suggested this and i immediately stopped writing whatever else i was on to focus on this. idk about you guys but i would happily let phainon impregnate me.
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── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ I like to think that PHAINON would be super obsessed with watching his cum drip out of your hole. He’d whine as he finished, savoring the tightness of your walls for a few more seconds—before pulling out his cock, eliciting a gasp from your end. Your hole, oozing with his thick seed and throbbing in quick motions, would make his mouth part in admiration. He’d watch— and you’d feel— the sticky white release sliding between your cheeks.
“S—Sorry, I couldn’t—“ he paused with a sharp inhale, biting his lip as he shamelessly stared at his work. “I couldn’t help it…”
Then, as you’d reassure him that he had nothing to apologize for, PHAINON would continue to gawk at your cunt, acting as if he wasn’t the one who pounded it up to that state (even he can’t believe himself sometimes (ᵕ—ᴗ—) ... )
Your chest heaved up and down, finally managing to catch your breath. Bit by bit, your senses were returning into place like puzzle pieces. However, his mind was still elsewhere— a place very explicit. The carnal glint in his fluttered eyes was a telltale sign. When his ejaculation started to pool on the mattress, the poor guy couldn’t take it anymore.
You’d squeak as PHAINON grabbed hold of your legs again, pulling you down his hips with a groan. Feeling that familiar hard-on against your opening, you shot him a look, in which he’d only return with a beady, pleading gaze.
“Phai… What are you doing?”
“Um…” His tone seemed embarrassed, but his wandering hands were most certainly not. “It’s— Well— You know—“
“You’re telling me you’re hard, again?”
He whimpered, crawling closer to fit between you and your oozing core. Closing the distance, you cried as his tip, raging red in need, teased against the wetness of your spread lips. It didn't take a lot for his dick to shoot up again, not when you looked so deliciously ruined underneath him.
“Just one more,” he begged. “Please— Just let me fill you up again one more time.”
PHAINON was a liar, but at least he was an adorable one.
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a/n: if this isn't a sign that I'm ovulating then idk what it is (I'm sorry to my irl friend who has to see this)
fighter dog!phainon who had been stuck at the dog shelter for ages all because he had a knack for scaring potential owners with his larger, more toned physique, branch-like scars that mark his hands no matter how hard he tried to hide them behind sleeves and bandages despite having such an angelic face.
fighter dog!phainon who, despite always trying his best to look on the brighter side of things, was slowly losing hope of finding another purpose in life again–something to fill the void left in his burning soul after years of dishing out punches as entertainment for the hungry masses.
fighter dog!phainon whose enthusiasm took a full 180 when you, a new customer, inevitably returned to his cage after doing a lap around the pound. he was practically beaming at the fact that you had taken interest in little ol’ him, pointed ears standing tall and tail wagging like a giant propeller as he stared up at you with his doe eyes.
fighter dog!phainon who couldn’t believe his ears when you said “i’ll take him,” his body almost forgetting how to walk when the shelter's owner unlocked the door to his pen. he was literally buzzing at the registration counter, feet unable to stop themselves from bouncing against the floor as he watched you sign the paperwork.
fighter dog!phainon who eagerly asked you what you wanted him to do first once you both reached your apartment–ready to take on anything for you, no matter how big or small the problem was. what he didn’t expect was for you to chuckle at his question, calling him adorable before replying with a simple “do whatever you like".
fighter dog!phainon who felt a little awkward the moment he arrived at his new abode that he genuinely stood by the doorway for a full five minutes because he didn't know what it meant to 'do whatever he liked'–he's never been given such freedom, such independence before.
fighter dog!phainon who took a while to get used to his new home, his newfound liberty, and the nearly constant attention from you. it was strange, to say the least; being praised for completing the tiniest task, getting head pats and ear scratches for doing practically nothing but lying on his belly. he wasn’t complaining–far from it–but he was definitely confused by all of it at first.
however, maybe you really should have cut back on the affection you were giving him cause now he's... let's just say, he became attached, a little too attached.
yan puppy!phainon who literally cannot live without cuddles and forehead kisses every few minutes. who would practically die if he wasn't praised or getting head scratches after he finishes whatever errand you had him do–whining about how he was such a good boy for you, doing it without complain and perfectly, no less.
yan puppy!phainon who pounces on you the moment you step past the front door, large arms coiling around your waist as he tucks his head into the crooks of your neck, nuzzling away to get rid of the nauseating scent of those you've encountered outside and replacing it with his own.
yan puppy!phainon who purposefully leaves little bite marks over your arms, legs and neck; not because he's teething (like you think he is), but to show to everyone that you were his–just because he isn't with you out there doesn't mean he doesn't exist.
yan puppy!phainon who gets anxious when you arrive home later than usual. he goes through a whole cycle of pacing around the house imagining what might have happened to you, snuggling into your bed trying to comfort himself with your scent, before curling up by the front door with his fluffy tail tucked behind his back. the minute you open that door, you're stuck with a big pouty pup clinging onto you the entire night.
yan puppy!phainon who doesn't even sleep in his own bed anymore, instead choosing to nestle in yours because: one, it smelled like you; two, he gets to cuddle you; three, you're super warm; four–he can go on foreverrr.
yan puppy!phainon who whines whenever you ask if you could bring guests over. he thinks of his and your home as a sanctuary, and he doesn't want other people intruding on that sanctuary. plus, you already spend enough time with those people outside of the house, do you really need to spend more inside? nuh-uh. the moment you step into the apartment, it's your time with him–no one else.
yan puppy!phainon who clings to your side whenever you take him out for walks or errands, barely paying attention to anything around him since his beady little eyes are glued onto you. even when he potentially bumps into someone or stumbles over, those blue orbs always manages to find yours again.
yan puppy!phainon who intentionally gets himself hurt just so you'd dote on him. he had noticed your habit of excessively worrying about him over the smallest things: from when you first discovered the scars that were etched into his body from years of brawling, to when he accidentally cut himself from trying to figure out how to use a knife. ever since then, he's been using that to his advantage. a light cut here, a soft whimper there, and suddenly he's got you on his lap, coddling him as you bandage him up.
