࣪ ˖ 𖦹 No matter what, Phainon will always prefer to have you above him.
Not in any explicit way, but just in general. When you two are simply laying together, he wants your head on his chest.
When you are mindlessly scrolling on your phone, he wants you settled neatly in his lap.
Even when taking your hands in his, he instinctively places your palms above his. (So he can bring your knuckles up to his lips and kiss them, of course!)
Phainon supposes this happens because,
1. He already does prioritize you over himself, so it's only right that you'd naturally be above him.
And, 2. Phainon knows he's stronger than you, and he just loves you so so so much that he never wants you to feel trapped! Especially not by being beneath him.
And thus, Phainon will always adore moments where he can gaze up at you. (And maybe even fall in love more, if that's even possible.)
(Anaxa's still better though, I just haven't figured out how to write for him, trust.)
Obedience is something Two Time sees as a priority, especially from their cute little spouse, also known as you.
So, when you start to distract them from their work with... less than innocent words - it's only natural that you'd be reminded of your place.
Two Time would quickly shove you beneath their desk, mumbling something about how they needed their shoes shined anyway.
If you had needs that were required to be met, Two Time would gladly oblige.
They did love you, after all.
Just don't expect them to always be nice about it.
You were cute down there, humping their shoe, whimpering about how it wasn't enough. About how you needed them and not this.
But they wouldn't listen. Why would they? Since you were asking for this, it would only be fair that you took it for yourself.
Two Time would tangle their gloved hand in your hair, pulling your head down so that you kissed their legs.
You were so pretty on your knees for them, teary-eyed and whining.
And after you're done making a mess all over Two Time's boot, they'd pull their leg out from between your thighs and tell you to lick it up!
You were so messy, after all. It doesn't hurt to pick up after yourself.
You did not miss Two Time's amused grin as they watched your tongue dart out to clean up their shoe.
And when you finish, Two Time would smile, telling you to thank them.
So you would, though quietly, with tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.
You really were such an obedient little thing when you wanted to be. Maybe later, Two Time would reward you properly for taking this punishment so well.
You feel their cold hands grip your thighs, pushing them apart so they can settle themselves between your legs.
There's a sharp creak from the bed beneath you, echoing in the otherwise silent room.
Two Time's body is positioned over you, eyes filled with a haze that you can't quite name.
It's a quiet sort of emotion. But it's intense.
Questionably so.
The room is dark, aside from a dim candle peeking through the small crack at the bottom of the door and a singular ray of moonlight shining through a slit in the curtains. The light bounces off of Two Time's dagger.
It's sharp. The blade could easily slice through just about anything malleable, including your own skin, if Two Time had so wished.
Your heart races as they lean closer to you, a bead of sweat developing on your form as they press the edge of the dagger against your collarbone.
A small, amused smile is present on their face, along with lidded eyes.
"You're not scared, are you?" Two Time coos.
You feel the words of your response get caught in your throat. You want to say no - desperately so - but you can't deny that the thrill is very much present.
"I promise I'll be gentle," they muse, before trailing the end of the dagger down your chest. A small, red line of irritated skin is left in its wake. It stings; though only slightly.
Two Time's other hand comes down to grab their cock, pumping it a few times before hitching it along our entrance.
You feel the head of their length begin to circle your tight heat; not entering just yet, just pressing against it in a way that makes your mind hazy.
You let out a quiet exhale, something that isn't quite a moan. At least, not as of now.
Beads of precum dot the slit, wetting your entrance slightly as Two Time slides the tip over your folds.
The other survivors are in the living room below you, doing whatever it was they were interested in that day.
Perhaps they were simply talking. Maybe they were creating plans for the next trials.
Whatever it was, you knew that at the very least, they were all oblivious to the actions of Two Time and you.
You hoped that it would remain that way.
"You'll... let me put it in, right? You want me to worship you tonight, right?" Their words are quiet, almost breathless, as they are muttered against your ear.
You nod your head, swallowing hard as you feel the thick head push in, inch by inch.
It's agonizingly slow, and you can't help the small whimper that slip from your lips when you feel them finally sink fully inside.
Their hips press flush against yours, and they simply remain settled there for a moment.
Still, just feeling.
"You.. you feel so good-" Two Time's voice had a slight tremor to it, and their eyes would flutter shut for a moment.
"You always feel so good.." They'd whisper.
Two Time rolls their hips, allowing their length to pump in and out of you,
Your legs press up to your chest with each thrust, causing your head to spin and for little whimpers to escape your lips.
Two Time's breaths are heavy. You feel them on your neck, and they're warm.
Everything is warm.
Too warm.
Maybe even a little hot.
Suffocating.
Their kisses trail up your neck before stopping at your temple; each one is so light that you can hardly even tell that they're present at all.
You feel the cold metal of Two Time's dagger press against your shoulder, biting at the skin there, threatening to press down a little harder and slice the skin open.
Then, the kisses stop, and Two Time's movements stop.
Everything in the room seems to freeze.
Two Time swallows before managing to mutter out another sentence.
"Just a small cut... okay? You'll hardly feel it... please?" Two Time would murmur, their lips pressing against the side of your forehead.
Your breath hitches at their quiet request, and your hands tighten on their shoulders.
Then you nod.
Two Time's lips fall open slightly at your permission, yet their grip on their dagger remains firm;
Steady.
Practiced.
You feel a quick, sharp pain in your shoulder that continues to sting for a while as Two Time swiftly swipes the point of their dagger along your shoulder.
Their eyes sharpen as they admire the pretty line of blood that trickles down from your cut; no doubt staining the sheets below you.
But that's a distant, faraway thought.
Two Time's focus is solely on you.
On that vibrant line of scarlet that seems to have them so easily captivated.
The gaze is almost predatory.
"I knew it... You look so.. perfect. Like this..."
They would slowly lean down, their lips pressing against your pretty little wound, their tongue eagerly swiping over it.
"You even taste sweet, too..." they'd mumble softly, before pressing a kiss to your lips. You tasted the tangy, metallic flavor of your own blood still present on their tongue.
Your whines become louder, more desperate, as they'd continue to pound into you, their mouth never leaving your skin.
You'd be scared if it didn't feel so good.
"Ngh.. you're perfect. You feel.. s'good... you taste so good. Please.."
They don't even know what they're begging for.
You don't either.
But you'd gladly give it to them regardless.
Your velvety walls flutter around their length as they pump into you.
You wouldn't describe it as thick, per se, but it was long enough in length that you could feel the tip nudging against your cervix with each thrust; at least a little bit.
You'd bite your lip to stifile your moans, but fuckk... it really did feel nice...
Their lips all over your body, as they continued with their steady pace.
In, out, then back in and then back out once more.
You'd arch your pretty little back for them, your eyes squeezing shut because you didn't think you could last seeing their gaze on you one more time.
"Shh... sh, be quiet. Be quiet..." Two Time would murmur, pressing the blade of the dagger against your lips.
And you wanted to listen - honestly, you did! But it was just so hard to be quiet when it felt so good.
They somehow managed to hit all of those spongey spots deep inside of you, in a way that made your thighs quiver and your legs instinctively wrap around their waist - if only to feel them a little deeper?
You felt a little embarrassed, actually.
Some of the other survivors were likely in their rooms, asleep by now, while you were getting off to a dagger.
"You're so.. tight and warm and.. ungh.. I'm gonna-" they'd exhale, moaning into your ear without shame.
You felt them twitch from deep inside you, and they'd continue to whimper small pleas for you to just come already.
Your pretty little cunt would spasm around them as they pumped their warm seed deep inside you.
You continued to clench around them, tightly, like they belonged there.
In a sense, they did.
But eventually, they'd pull out; slowly, at first. Reluctantly.
You could feel your shared releases dribbling out from you, making a mess between your thighs.
Two Time would bury their face into your neck, panting and whining about how good you felt. About how good you look. Like this.
Ruined.
They were almost as loud as you.
"You're perfect.." they'd whisper, leaving a kiss on your jaw. And then they'd say it again."You're perfect,"
Can we please have anything nsfw with coil. I need this man to make me his bitch so bad
BREAK ME LIKE GLASS, PUT ME BACK TOGETHER
Phighting! Coil x Fem! Reader (No pronouns)
KINKTOBER 2025, day 2. Subject: OVERSTIM
Proofread: NULL ● Warnings: NSFW
AN: Sorry, this is very overdue...
Coil thought you looked nice like this; the makeup you worked so hard on, now ruined and with tears rolling down your cheeks; his thumb circling your already oversensitive bud - once, twice.
Your entire body would shudder beneath him, and you'd let out a choked sob, begging him to please stop already.
And despite your quiet, almost unintelligible pleas, he didn't.
Even when he was going so slowly now, simply admiring the way his cock slipped out of you, leaving only the thick head inside before watching it get sucked right back into your pretty hole. Even now, it was still too much for you.
He loved collecting all of yours and his cum with the tip, pressing it back into you before fucking it all back into your fucked out, oversensitive pussy.
He made sure to drag his thick, heady length along your velvety walls, hitting all of those sweet spots inside of you that he knew made you feel so good.
"Coil.. it's t'much.." you'd whine, hands fisting the sheets beneath you. The way he fucked you, his body over yours, cock pumping in and out of you; pulling back until just the tip was left inside and then filling you back up until the thick head nudged your cervix.
"You can take it," There was another thrust, this one deeper, causing you to arch your back for him.
"See? So eager for me... You can take it, pretty."
The room was filled with the lewd sounds of your coupling. The sound of skin slapping against skin, your juices squelching with each thrust.
Your sensitive walls would clamp down around his fat cock, and you'd come for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
"Shit.. feels good, doesn't it?" Coil'd ask, his hot breath very aparent on your neck.
You couldn't respond. The only things that came from your mouth were broken moans, drool, and his name repeated, as if some sort of prayer.
He grabbed your hip with one of his hands - grip, bruising. His muscles would flex as he pulled your ass onto his cock in time with his thrusts.
You were shaking, tears rolling down your face.
You looked absolutely debauched.
"Gonna... fuckk.... gonna pump my seed inside this sweet pussy. That what you want?"
You'd smother your face into the pillows, tears staining the satin casing, only giving a quiet whine as response.
You felt his dick twitch inside you, and soon enough, Coil was flooding your pussy with another one of his loads. He continued to bully the cum into you, making sure it reached deep.
His hand slid down to the side of your thigh, and he'd eventually slow down and pull out of your aching folds, cum dribbling down your leg.
"God, this cunt is perfect." He'd breathe, lowering himself and kissing your puffy folds, garnering cum onto his lips.
"Say thank you, Coil," he'd murmur, grip tightening on your thigh.
Joy and Stella were away in search for supplies. Regan could count a handful of weapons - not enough for the opulence she was used to, leaving her knives in bodies and never using them again, and wasting plenty before the first good hit - and empty bottles. That was everything they had left in the arena. The sky had played dead children’s faces for four times now, counting the fifth day caged, which she wouldn’t have minded if the Gamemakers had played it nice and left the careers their promised food, weapons and water. She’d patrolled the boat - as much as she knew of it, without going too low, for she assumed it sank to an extent.
The parrot caught her off guard, otherwise, she would have stupidly spared one of the three remaining knives on it. The announcement sent cold chills down her spine and Regan closed her rain jacket, finding the temperature lower than before. Perhaps it was just the fear kicking in. Looking at her ally, she didn’t have time to voice a reaction before the wave rose tall in front of them. The window didn’t have glass anymore, so the view was as personal and real as possible. Regan didn’t make the mistake of thinking she was safe, for once.
The blonde from District One reached for the hand of the brunette in District Two, to exchange fear and serve as an anchor for each other. She looked death into the eyes and wondered, for the first time in that split second, if it was her calling, too, to die. After all, she would always dream of drowning, every night she spared a couple of hours (as opposide to the whole six she had got in the first two nights) for sleep. Maybe her dreams were predictions, and maybe now was her time. She tried to smile at Lola, to thank her for being by her side in that one final moment, with too slow of reflexes to actually put it in practice. Before the smile, the wave hit harshly the ship, and Regan hadn’t even taken a deep breath of air to keep her company.
The impact untied the hands the two girls were holding. Lola, slipping through her fingers, vanished with the masses of water, and she felt her body pushed with speed in the opposite direction. If she wasn’t already swallowing water instead of air, her lungs drowning slowly, Regan would have cried for the other girl’s name. There was no time.
The wave swept off the entire surface of the ship, leaving Regan to choke somewhere near the now overflowed pool. Coughing water - so much water that Regan could swear she’d never be thirsty again - for long, several minutes, she wasn’t sure if she was alive or not. She did hear a cannon in the back of her mind while she was still floating, after all. Maybe it was hers.
Or maybe water got scared of her and left her alone, on the dry, for now. She didn’t feel powerful for once. Not powerful, not victorious, not even fully alive. She just felt the water and how easy it was, for even herself, to die.
