The concept of Phainon who just... lets you do whatever you want with him has me in a death grip.
Jumping on him from unspecified heights randomly? He somehow has the strange seventh sense to catch you in time. Doesn't even make a sound of displeasure.
Biting his cheeks instead of whatever food he was holding to your mouth? "You're so cute," is what he says with a chuckle.
When you nibble, bite, knead, squeeze and squish him for no reason? He can't stop smiling. Maybe you bit too hard and his skin is bleeding a little? He finds it hot.
When you start poking him out of boredom, he'll poke you right back. Within a few seconds, it'll escalate into a tickle fight.
Clinging to his arm or hanging to him like a monkey to a branch? He carries you around like you weigh nothing.
When instead of sitting down beside him or getting into bed normally, you jump on him? All he does is giggle.
And when you start aggressively ruffling his hair while asking him out-of-context questions like, "When you de-shell a snail, is it naked or is it homeless?" he genuinely engages in the conversation.
But brace yourself though, for when you finally tire yourself out, it'll be his turn to do whatever he wants with you.
imagine, all the dates you've been going on suddenly cutting you off muttering a small and terrified "sorry uhh i...had something come up" or texting you 'sorry. can't come' or straight up shrieking and sprinting away at the sight of you on the road or in a bar, leaving you with your hand in mid–wave, standing awkwardly
lately you've been feeling like you're being followed. you'd turn around and find nothing. you feel like someone's looking at you through the window of your house, even seeing a shadow forming...but its just the tree and the breeze...
another time when you're on a date, and this douchebag doesn't wanna leave you alone and starts getting all handsy so you have to pry him off and dash towards your home while he whistles from behind for you
and the next day you wake up to a ring on your doorbell and a note stuck on the pavement...
'i don't agree with that annoying guy's ways. ps took care of him'
now obviously a rational part of you was scared thinking who was this man? why does he know this? but honestly you were more relieved over the fact that that guy is not gonna disturb you
an idea strikes you that if he was the guy who's been stalking you without any action, why not put him to work? so you start leaving grocery list on the doorstep on a sticky note before leaving for work and then coming back to a bag full of even medicines you were out of on the kitchen counter
he is this close to becoming your maid. he brings you groceries, midnight snacks, meds, household supplies, sometimes even slipping some money inside the bag. but honestly you can't really complain couse you feel like you're becoming rich now that the 'mystery man' has been helping you...but it can't be that guy whom you've been seeing frequently these days right?
— dottore , NEUVILLETTE , FLINS , varka , NOYYYY , valeriy , CHILDEEEEE , LOHENNN YES , blade (both), ASHVEIL , phainon , toji , gojo , sukuna (i think he'll be the scary) lucifer , mammon (bro's broke how he do dat) , BARBATOS , JADE , FLOYD
note:: obviously pls don't go stalking people you like just talk to them and take a no like a champ. i don't condone this behaviour its satire.
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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.
premise: after a bad encounter with a witch, anyone you date is cursed to become obsessed with you. you don't really believe that kind of thing, so you continue to go on dates like usual. oh, you quickly find out that you were very, very wrong.
(yandere! honkai star rail x reader) (modern au)
nsfw, dark content minors dni
"from now on, any man you date will forever be enamored with your very being."
if anything, those witch's words might've been a jinx.
she wasn't necessarily a witch, but a fortune teller that you had passed by one day on the way to work. it'd been such a passing phrase that the moment was immediately forgotten.
except, you can't help but remember them now.
for the first half an hour, the only thing veritas ratio (or "dr. ratio," he adds snidely) talks about is his job. you don't even know why he wanted to go on this date in the first place. he seems like he'd rather be at his job.
so much for a good first impression.
he doesn't say anything unless it's related to academia, research, anything related to his work. he doesn't say much, but when he does it's filled with so much ego it's honestly draining.
you don't know why, you feel like it's your job to fill the silence by rambling about whatever topic comes to mind. perhaps it's something close to first-date etiquette or your fear of the awkward quiet—attempting it making small talk. but he doesn't even engage.
he just eats his food quietly without giving any kind of reaction. so you just give up. you talk about all sorts of things: your occupation, your hobbies, the tv shows you watch, sometimes even the occasional complaint about someone you know. it doesn't even count as small talk at this point. it feels a lot more like you're ranting.
you're not embarrassed at all, though. you don't even plan on seeing him after this. so why bother?
after what feels like forever, you two finally decide to head out. he offers to walk you home, and since it's late and you don't live very far, you accept. the walk is silent, but at that point, you're too mentally drained to try to fill the quiet. it's not like the walk is long anyway. you just want to say goodbye and never seen him again.
while you're unlocking your door, you turn to thank him for the gesture out of politeness. however, your words are quickly swallowed up by his mouth on yours.
he lets out an uncharacteristic groan upon contact, almost as if he was waiting for this. caught off guard, you let out a gasp, which he takes advantage of. his tongue creeps into your mouth, caressing and flicking against yours sensually.
"i've been looking forward to this all night," he sighs into you.
you don't think on his words too much.
while you hate his personality, you don't hate this. first dates may be a little iffy, but you have nothing against a hookup once in a while, especially with someone so conventionally attractive.
so you hook your arms around his neck and tug his hair softly. he lets out a breathy moan you weren't quite expecting. you can physically feel him shudder under your touch.
with one hand crawling up your shirt, greedy to feel your skin against his, he leads you back into your own house and smoothly closes the door behind him.
sex with him is good, taking you by surprise with how sensual he is. you feel every fingertip of his trace your skin, drawing lines between all your blemishes and beauty marks.
he trails kisses from your throat down to your breasts, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time.
"you're so beautiful," he whispers, "like a brand new discovery. a fresh miracle the universe created just for me."
even though he's been an ass all night, you feel warm.
when he's inside you, he rocks into you in a steady, but quick pace. you arch your back in pleasure, to which he encourages with his hand pressing you closer to him. you grind into him instinctively while he buries his face into your tits and moans against your skin, breathless.
but as good as he was in bed, though, you don't really see yourself pursuing anything exclusive with him. however, it seems as if dr. ratio has other plans.
he keeps texting you, hoping to set up another date. he'll ask you what you're up to, if you're interested in going out again soon, and tell you that he misses you.
the attention feels nice, but he's not want you want. so you block him without regrets and move on with your life.
even after three weeks, dr. ratio still hasn't give up on you, it seems. every time you block him, he just changes his phone number, his social media handle, and you're starting from square one.
maybe he's a little pushy. but you've handled people like this before. they'll get bored soon enough, even if it is a little tiring to go through.
so when you run into dan heng at the local supermarket, it's like a breath of fresh air.
you used to date once, a couple years back. you liked how despite his cold exterior, he was a kind soul. conversations between you two just felt natural. you never felt like you had to read in-between the lines to understand what he meant.
throughout your relationship, he never hounded after you about where you were or who you were with. he never blinked an eye when you had other plans or were having a one-on-one conversation with someone else. although you're exes now, you broke up on good terms. so you don't hesitate to say hi.
he smiles, but he doesn't seem surprised. "it's nice to see you here."
you grin in return. "it is! how have you been?"
the two of you agree to get a cup of coffee (or tea, in dan heng's case) together. you meet up at a cafe that the two of you used to frequent together, the smell of freshly baked goods and coffee beans bringing in old memories.
though you haven't talked to each other in a very long time, it's like you two saw each other yesterday. dan heng's relaxed as always, and for a second it feels like nothing has changed. you two catch each other up on your respective lives like a pair of old friends.
"so, have you been seeing anyone?" dan heng asks nonchalantly, bringing his cup to his lips. the question comes out of the blue.
"hmm," you consider, "no, not really. i haven't gone steady with anyone in over six months. have you?"
you might be seeing things, but dan heng almost looks pleased. he takes a long, slow sip of his tea before saying anything. "no, i tried, but i couldn't."
he brings his cup down, staring at his drink thoughtfully before bringing his eyes up to you.
"but no matter what, i couldn't stop thinking about you."
his words bring warmth to your cheeks. dan heng's never been one to embellish or lie, so he must be telling the absolute truth.
he leans forward, a contemplative look on his face. "i... know i seemed detached when we dated. you were my first girlfriend, my first love. i had a lot to learn about loving someone. but... i'm better now. so, would you ever reconsider falling in love with me again?"
...
"are you...alright?" dan heng's brows furrow, a small, confused frown curling his mouth. "perhaps, i didn't say anything wrong, did i?"
you're quick to recover from your shock. "oh, no, no, not at all. i just wasn't expecting that." it's very much different from the dan heng you knew, who seemed to barely send you a second glance unless you explicitly asked for it.
it feels...nice to hear his words. for some reason, it gives you some closure. a comfort to the old you who was hurt by his indifference. but you're older, and you're two different people. it might feel gratifying to finally feel wanted by the man you once loved, but you broke up for a good reason.
"ah, i see." he looks more contentful now. "i hope you don't take this the wrong way, but i've been... preparing myself for you. i'm a changed person now who can love you the way you deserve. i just can't stop thinking about how you looked like when you were seeing that researcher and... and i—"
the smile he gives you looks innocent, but the intention is unsettling.
"i just... knew i had to see you again."
your blood runs cold.
"really?" you supply, despite your loss for words. "um, i appreciate that, i really do. i wish i could stay and talk with you more, but i just realized that i'm meeting up with my friend soon."
you take out your wallet and grab a handful of money and carelessly slap it onto the table.
dan heng gets up with the most desperation you've ever seen him have. "oh, that's a shame. if that's the case, i can give you a ride and we can talk more on the way there?"
"no! no, it's okay. don't mind me. it was nice seeing you again, dan heng."
you turn away and don't look back.
okay, maybe your "dates" have been a little wonky recently. dr. ratio won't stop texting you or calling you. he's even sent the occasional bouquet of flowers to your house. dan heng's not any better, because you keep seeing him everywhere you go.
you're starting to think that this "jinx" may not only apply to people you're currently dating, but people you've previously dated. but other than dan heng, no other ex has tried to reach out. so, with so little data to work with, you're not really sure what's going on.
so you stay away from dates for the time being. no mixers, no blind dates, no nothing.
but one-night stands are different, right?
the first thing phainon tells you is that he's not looking for a relationship. it's almost too perfect.
when he lets you into his apartment, the first thing he does is kiss you. it's raw and greedy and it sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
every time you part from each other, he takes in a deep breath like he's mentally preparing for when your lips lock again.
"you're so good," he murmurs. "so fucking good—i can't stop."
you're feeling gutsy, so you reach down to palm the heat of him, relishing in how much he's enjoying you.
"then don't," you reply with a laugh.
he pulls away to look at you, his gaze so intense it makes your pussy tingle.
despite the countless signs of the universe to stop, no matter how small, you can't help but chase the feeling of being embraced, being paid attention to, being loved. perhaps there's a pit of loneliness you're trying to fulfill. but tonight, you're not here to uncover all of that.
tonight, he holds onto you like you're his lifeline.
he presses a kiss to your ankle, your legs hauled over his shoulders. you clench the sheets as he pounds into you. every time he pulls out, he slams back into you with impressive stamina like he can't bear to be not be inside of you.
phainon's groans are low and guttural, sweat dripping down from his chest onto your stomach. you've lost track of time of how long you've been entangled with one another. every time you think it's the last round, he surprises you with another hard-on.
and yet no matter how hard he rails you, he won't bring himself to lose eye-contact with you. it feels personal. intimate.
"that's right, keep moaning for me, don't stop—hah."
you can feel him in every inch inside of you. every time you look away from him, he grabs your chin to bring you back to earth—back to him.
if it wasn't stimulating enough, phainon brings a hand down to your clit, rubbing it so adoringly it makes you see stars.
"i need this pussy, nngh! i love this pussy, i love you."
you're so overstimulated you can't process the things he's saying.
"—need this pussy wet and creaming for me. you have one more in you, right? please?"
it feels like phainon's fucking into you with so much emotion. like he's letting out all of the pent up emotions, frustration, anger, sadness, envy, want, love, into fucking you senseless. he's unfurling everything that he's been wanting to express (to the world, you think) in this one moment, wrapped up in your warmth.
"please?"
it becomes all too much, and you can feel your orgasm coming in like a flood.
"yes! yes! i'm cum—ing!"
you can feel him cumming with you, his dick steadily pulsing as your walls twitch around him. he holds you tight against him, kissing you endlessly.
when the two of you finally finish, you let out a desperate gasp of air. the both of you are out of breath and exhausted. yet he doesn't hesitate to crawl down to your pussy and admire the spillage he's caused. his cum leaks out of your in dribbles, the sensation of it dripping causing your pussy to twitch.
"wait, i'm dirty—aaah!"
phainon licks your pussy, drinking up your cum and maintaining eye contact with you all the while. he's eating like he's been starved this entire time. you can't help but moan as he continuously cleans you out with his tongue.
after, once both of your are fully cleaned up and sated, his arms coil around your waist and tugs you into his chest. he buries his face into your neck and sighs, appreciating your warmth.
"to be honest, i thought i wasn't ready for a relationship. i always thought that i had things to sort out first, and that it would be unfair of my partner to unpack it all for me. but... laying with you... like this.. i think it'd be easy to love you," he murmurs sleepily into your skin. "i wouldn't mind seeing you again."
you've been looking at this man all night, but this is the first time you're processing how he's looking at you. you'd mistaken hornyness for genuine attraction. it's as if he's had some sort of revelation literally overnight. maybe he really was letting out all his emotions through sex.
"i don't want to date right now," is all you can muster.
"that's fine, we don't have to date. we can just fuck each other, i'm fine with that." his grip tightens. "as long as you don't see other men. i feel like i would hate that. i think i'd get angry enough to kill someone."
you don't say anything and just lay there in silence, waiting for him to finally give in to the exhaustion.
it scares you so much you're gone before dawn breaks.
at this point, you're starting to thing this whole curse thing might be real. thus, you take it upon yourself to avoid anything remotely romantic or sexual in nature like the plague. you no longer go on blind dates or mixers, have hookups, or even think of pursuing anything with anyone.
you've tried countless times to search or contact the person who supposedly cursed you in the first place, but it's as if they disappeared off the face of the planet.
so instead you opt to stay at home, where it's safe.
but it's lonely, you realize. you used to go out so often and now you've just gone cold-turkey. it's isolating.
so when one of your best friends takes notice and invites you to the club to celebrate her birthday, you agree.
while you're getting ready, you promise yourself to turn down anyone who so much as looks at you. you're not going to get caught up in some passerby, you're not going to pursue anyone who catches your eye. you're just here to celebrate your girl and reconnect with some friends.
right?
it's loud. it's loud and extremely crowded. but at least ruan mei and serval are having fun. as for march 7th, she's at the bar fooling unsuspecting men into drinking contests they can't win.
you're having a good time around when aventurine slides up to you from behind.
"i haven't seen you here before," he almost shouts over the loud music.
you turn to face him, scowling. "yeah, let's keep it that way."
"aw, don't be like that."
"i'm not looking for anything."
he grins. "it doesn't have to be anything. just fun."
you huff and turn away, but aventurine follows. "oh, come on."
"i've heard that plenty of times before."
you let yourself get lost in the crowd to get away from him. you've met plenty of guys like him before. the interaction with aventurine reminds you of the witch's words, eliciting an unsettling feeling in your gut. but today's serval's birthday, and you don't want to be a downer. plus, you haven't even pursued anything with this man. you just met him. so you don't say anything and just set out to avoid him for the rest of the night.
an hour or so later, you're a little bit tipsy. serval twirls you around with a laugh, to which you let out a surprised squeal. the room is spinning a little, and in the midst of regaining your balance you lose sight of the girls.
it's right then that you suddenly feel someone pull you by the waist and grind against you.
"looking for someone?"
you reflexively push aventurine away from you. "i'm...looking for my friends."
he spreads his arms, a teasing smile on his face. "aren't i a friend?"
you don't dignify that with a response, turning away to look for your friend. aventurine grabs your wrist before you can leave.
"don't be like that. don't you want to take a little gamble with me? i promise it'll be worth it."
"no thanks," you scream at the top of your lungs to make sure that he can clearly hear it.
you tug away, but he still doesn't let up. instead he pulls you with enough force for you to fall right into him.
"aw, and here i was hoping you'd change your mind."
you raise your fist to hit him to let you free, but he grabs that too and pulls you closer. you can feel his hardness press into your inner thigh.
"but i always like the risk—"
somewhere in the crowd, you hear someone shout your name. serval pushes through the throng of people with an impressive strength until finally reaching you.
upon serval's arrival, aventurine finally lets go of you, holding up his hands as if he was ever harmless.
without another word, serval takes your hand and leads you away from him. "come on, we're leaving. that guy's bad news."
you're heart warms at the warmth of serval's touch, grateful for her intervening when she did.
you, serval, ruan mei, and march 7th suddenly decide that maybe drinking the night away at serval's house even when gepard was there maybe wasn't such a bad idea at all.
when you wake up later with a hangover (and you definitely will have a hangover), you'll curl into yourself as you recount last night's events.
as serval had dragged you away from that creepy guy, you couldn't help but look back. he'd been smiling so disturbingly, as if he knew something you didn't, with a small wave. hopefully, you never see him again.
ding!
your phone on the table lights up a new notification. with bleary eyes you crawl over to grab it and turn it on. it's a text from a new number.
why are you avoiding me?
you slam your phone on the table with newfound resolution.
that's it. you need to find that witch.
part 2: when all of your dates are addicted to you
