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not enough daddy welt content in the world… need him to bend me over n spank me with his cane (；ω；) demanding to be called daddy, soaking in every warbled cry, n getting so so soooo hard… age gap daddy welt… i need u badly…

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also can i say phainon is definitely the type to think the stripper actually likes him… phaichan x dancer reader… embodiment of chris family guy “i have $3.74, do something to me,” LMAO… making me think fr tho…

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dare i say phainon SHOULD bend reader over and fuck in public. it'd be good for the environment

OHHHHH MY GOD... first time i tried to respond to this tumblr nuked it when i hit save to drafts… so i tried again… NUKED… my hard work EVISCERATED twice... this then happened three more times… so cruel... whatever... u are SO right for many reasons. 1. pervnon getting freaky everywhere is his titan given right. worldbearing also means freakybearing imo. 2. it's like... good for the environment as u said. smthn smthn phaichan seed fertilizing more than just his beloved... and 3. millions of years of pent up phai energy... he deserves to release it!! our brains are connected me thinks... the power of carnal desires!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)(˃̵ᴗ˂̵๑) <- thats us btw…

cw: exhibitionism sorta, afab reader, and desperate phaichan…

——pretend my divider is here it’s broken for some reason——

that tiny grove has become all phainon can think about. day in and day out, he imagines all the new possibilities that come with finally having a space where the both of you can be truly alone. subsequently, he has to use all his self-control to hold back from just… staying there forever with you or dragging you off to it everyday. people would certainly notice and he can’t have that; it’s your only shared haven. that said, he certainly brings you there often.

often enough that it’s now decorated with small twinkling lights and little charms, has a plush layer of blankets, a few too many throw pillows, and a chest filled with… adult items. it’s good for both raunchy escapes or innocent lovers cuddles away from prying eyes. he thinks it’s the best place in the eternal page and maybe even the best place ever aside from aedes elysiae but he’ll be quick to recreate it once he can finally take you home.

it’s the evening of a particularly eventful day when he’s quick to tug you along and into the clearing. phainon had spent the previous hours helping clean up a crash from the tribios’ latest invention, corralling and scolding mischievous chimeras, sparing with mydei, and modeling for aglaea. yet, he was somehow still full of unreleased tension and energy; there’s no better way for a young man to fix this issue than pounding his lover.

so, here you are. your legs over his shoulders and both of you stripped bare. his back is curled over to plant sloppy kisses on any skin he can reach, muscles rippling and twitching with each heavy thrust. his teeth marks certainly scatter your skin like stars and even if you weren’t sweating from his breakneck pace, you’d definitely be soaked in all the spit his lips have smeared over your body. half conscious of the noise, one of your hands is loosely covering your mouth as the other claws at his shoulders and biceps desperately. phainon has always been the type to put his all into everything and that extended to these intimate moments as well; his goal is to fuck you mercilessly until neither of you can move properly. he’s panting and grunting above you between whatever slurred praise he can manage to spit out. sparse words of, ‘so good for me,’ and ‘titans i love you,’ pressed into your neck and chest like a prayer. maybe he thinks of you as his own personal aeon but you’re certain he’s beyond that; the whole universe and even past the sea of quanta. millions of universes wrapped into one man who loves you more than anything.

his nose brushes along your collar with a particularly strained whine and the hand not holding himself up slides down to grace your well soaked bud with his fingers. he rubs and rolls the way he knows you like it, so very well versed in your body. you squeak unexpectedly and your back bows from the sudden bolts of pleasure sparking up your body. your nails dig in hard as you get closer and closer and phainon only moves faster, hips colliding with yours firm and wetly. you gasp out something meant to warn him of your impending release and he nods vaguely into your chest before you tip over the edge and feel him spill inside of you.

if he could spend the rest of his days simply basking in your warmth, tucked deep inside of you, he would and when he finally pulls out it’s with an audible and pathetic whine. he leans back and pushes your thighs apart wider to admire the globs of his release dripping out of you, too mesmerized by the sight to even consider pushing it all back in. he’s smiling and looking dazed but every bit as handsome as always. phainon thinks maybe he was born to love you and maybe he doesn’t mind others hearing it. at least until post-nut clarity hits.

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the people spoke!! phainon your boots have the public in a chokehold… me included… just one chance phaichan… sorry this is short while i get back into the groove of things again!!

cw: 3.7 spoilers i think, piss lol, boot grinding… and pervnon…

the eternal page is much like what you thought a merciful afterlife would be; friends, endless joy, your beloved phainon, and peace. by technicality, it wasn’t actually the afterlife but more so a temporary respite until amphoreus materializes. regardless, it’s nice and certainly more than you or anyone else could’ve possibly asked for. the one thing you find it lacks… is privacy.

there weren’t many places you could really sneak away to spend time with your lover and thusly most dates ended up with an audience that pretended not to be an audience despite the obvious stares and cooing over phainons gentlemanly demeanour. it only bothered the both of you a little bit but what was more troublesome was when… different needs came forth. as devoted lovers, it was only natural that you’d find yourselves in need of some very private time to indulge in each others bodies and gods above was it nearly impossible to do such. heavy petting was always interrupted by someone even in corners you assumed no one would pass by, making out behind trees was met with curious fairies, and even just cuddling would end up with a pile of chimeras climbing over you both to join. it would all be funny if not for the mounting desires you both felt. one jab from anaxa about you both being unable to keep your love life private almost had phainon bending you over then and there. you had to tug him away by the ear before he really did it.

after weeks of searching, he finally found it. nestled past the stone buildings and trees was a tiny open space that couldn’t be reached unless you had the climbing skills of a seasoned professional or an absurdly strong boyfriend who could toss you up and over. it had been a day of particularly heavy touching and heated gazes when he broke and snuck you away with him to that little haven, a bit cramped and uncomfortable but enough.

your mouths met immediately as phainon laid you both down, spit covered your chins with the desperation you both shared. tongues sliding together and bodies grinding desperately, phainon panted and whined against your mouth while his right hand focused groping up and down your body and his left hand hastily pushed aside your clothes. it felt filthy and perfect. you both panted when your lips finally parted and he sat up and shifted to sit on top of a crumbled slab you could only assume was previously an ornate pillar. the bulge in his pants was obvious but he swatted your hands away with a smirk that could only mean he was up to no good. he beckoned you closer before pushing his foot between your legs with a stifled chuckle at the gasp you let out. gently petting your hair, he pushed his shin closer and you felt ever detail of the boots he always wore. a pathetic whimper slipped past your lips and he only smiled wider.

“c’mon, pretty. i want, no need, to see you pleasure yourself,” he paused to lick his lips with a shaky inhale, “it’s been so long and yet… i don’t think i’ll ever break the habit of needing your satisfaction most.” phainon gently twisted his foot against you to pull another moan from your mouth. with shaky hands, you clung to his knee and thigh as you began to rock yourself against him with a sigh turned whine.

the pressure and grind of all the details of his boots against you made your head swirl and guts twist. paired with being below him, staring up like he was your god, you felt like the most desperate person in the whole universe. phainon watched with laboured breaths as you rolled your hips against him, digging your fingers into his legs with pleasure and mischief sizzled up his spine. he leaned backwards with a smug look, “is it that good, moonlight? you like being a needy little thing, being my perfect toy?” he laughed breathlessly as you fumbled for words but nothing but cries and moans came out. “you look… like a whore,” he shuddered, “like my most perfect whore.” even in his degradation his love for you shone through and you mindlessly nodded along, chasing the high that was so very close. his other foot came up to press against your lower stomach meanly and you almost sobbed at the mounting pressure you felt. your brows furrowed but before you could even attempt speech it all rushed over you. with a high and warbled moan, you came against his leg and then with the pressure on your bladder you pissed. all over him and the ground.

tears of shame welled up in your eyes but phainon gently guided you back to look at him with a wide smile, “you’re so cute, you know? so very cute letting go for me like that,” his whole body shuddered, “hah… but i wish i’d been inside of you to really feel it… we’ll have to try that soon, hm? such a mess and all for me..” you briefly think he’s a pervert for liking that so much but the heat building up again inside of you must mean you’re a pervert too…

illustrious tag of honour for someone who’s matched my freak about this: @boycock-boycunt-boyslut

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would anyone that’s not me want the weird phainon boot humping maybe piss included fic…

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i disappeared again sorry… but i’ve got time on my hands again!! ٩( 'ω' )و small incel taru brain blast i hope everyone missed him as much as i did… my most precious disgusting icky boy forever and ever… <3

cw: incel behaviour, stalking, secret cameras, just taru being weird, terrible sleeping habits pls get more than 2 hours, drugging, dry humping…

it’s… three in the morning when you jolt awake for reasons you’re not entirely sure of. your dreams were pleasant and there was not a sound around or outside the house. groggy and confused, you tried to shuffle back into the same comfortable position you had been before but the creeping sensation of dread wouldn’t leave until exhaustion took over.

meanwhile, ajax had sweat dripping down his face and hands turning clammy. the small cameras he had put in your room decided to malfunction. he’d turned off any of the sound functions but for some reason the oldest of the bunch decided to act up and let out a shrill ‘eeep’ into the dark room. he watched you startle awake biting his already thinned down nails anxiously. the rush of being caught terrified him but… the wave of arousal that came with it made his head spin. ajax loves all of you and that includes your expressions. he’s seen your joy, sadness, irritation, worry, tiredness, and more but unadulterated fear? that would be new and the idea sent heat pooling in his guts with a twitching smile. he’s thankful and disappointed when you relax once more into the mattress and he sighs standing up to finally head to bed himself… two hours apart from seeing your face wouldn’t kill him even if it felt like it might.

the following day you did your best to shake off the weird feeling from the night. you were probably just overthinking things or some animal made a weird noise outside… water under the bridge, really.

the transport to your university campus was easy and well practiced. your goal? the library where you were to meet your project partner to get down to work. he seemed nice enough, minus the weird eye contact and his need to stand inside your personal space, based on your single previous encounter when you were initially paired up but the idea of sitting with him for the foreseeable day was nerve wracking to say the least. what if he was a total creep or secret murderer? unlikely, he came off a bit shy.

he had already saved a table when you arrived alongside your favourite drink waiting for you. his cheeks dusted pink as he apologized incase you didn’t like it, he was totally one hundred percent just guessing what you might like. books stacked on the table and his laptop already open, you opened your notebook to start exchanging ideas between idle chattering to get to know each other better.

about an hour later and halfway through your drink you felt… strange. your body was hot and you felt slick between your thighs, an uncomfortable need growing inside of you. naturally you tried to brush it off but your partner ajax, who you had to get to reintroduce yourself after forgetting his name, picked up on it and seemed concerned.

“are… are you feeling alright?” he swallowed thickly, “do you need to go to the nurse? or get some fresh air?” his tone was soft and sweet and did nothing to quell the growing need you felt. you didn’t catch him lick his lips when you agreed to step outside for a moment.

the pair of you slipped behind the building into a hidden little crevice. you tried to slow your breathing but couldn’t stop panting, the feelings only growing stronger and wow, had ajax always been so handsome? in your lust hazed stupor you stumbled closer to him, hands pressing into his chest with a pathetic whine you didn’t even know yourself capable of making. his face flushed red at the contact and you think he said something but it didn’t process. you moved impossibly closer, his knee catching between your thighs and you immediately began to mindlessly grind against him. shame be damned, you needed this more than anything right now. ajax seemed to get the point and his shaky hands landed on your hips to help guide you back and fourth.

he was elated. the drug worked and here he had you keening for him like he was the only man in the world. you seemed far past being able to think and a sleazy grin split across his face as he put his all into making sure you’d coat his pants in your wetness; it was already seeping into his skin in spots. ajax himself felt hazy having you like this, in one of the ways he’d always wanted you. surely this meant you’d been wanting him too and just needed that little push. gods above he loved you so so so much…

hopefully you won’t put two-and-two together later when you’re more sound of mind.

[porcelainbirdss]

Can’t believe this required two parts

[hotgirlcipher]

he’s the kind of guy you always knew about before you ever really knew him.

your brother’s best friend — mydeimos, though he’d correct you every time with that little grin, a flick to your forehead or a pinch to your cheek.

“it’s mydei. only you get to call me that, okay?”

his voice lingers somewhere between teasing and possessive, yet it’s only ever felt natural to you. it’s him, after all. the same mydei who comes over reeking of iron and hot asphalt, leather gloves tucked into his waistband, scuffed boots left at the door alongside your brother’s sneakers. 

you remember being half-awake one morning, wandering out to find him shirtless in your kitchen, golden skin littered with faint scars, the metal cuff on his right bicep catching the early sun like a brand of molten silver. your cheek tingled at the memory of pressing against it, that day at the cinema, when he dragged you along to watch some film you didn’t even bother remembering the name of. you do remember the scenes, though — slashed throats, bone splinters jutting out of flesh, frantic screaming swallowed by surround sound. you’d tried so hard not to flinch, sitting so still, nails digging crescent moons into your thighs, lips pressed tight. 

but he noticed. of course he did. he always notices. 

his arm was there before you could even lean away, palm resting heavy on your wrist as if to anchor you down. “it’s just a movie,” he’d whispered into your hair, voice warm and amused, but there was something else in it too. something deeper, darker, a quiet satisfaction that flickered behind his eyes every time you buried your face into his shoulder, cheek grazing the cold metal of his bicep cuff.

even now you can recall the texture: cool, smooth, an unforgiving contrast against his skin. it always smells faintly like him too — oiled, smoke, and steel, mingling with the heady scent of his sweat. and there’s this weight to his arm, like you could cling to it forever and he wouldn’t budge an inch, wouldn’t mind at all. sometimes he even adjusts his position, rolling his broad shoulders back, pressing the cuff harder against your cheek just to feel the way your breath stutters, your lashes fluttering against your flushed skin. it’s subtle, the way he turns to glance at you with that half-smirk curling his lips, dark lashes lowering slightly over eyes that always look two seconds away from laughing at you — or devouring you whole.

he’s your brother’s best friend, yes. the same mydei who ruffles your hair in the hallway and taps your chin up when you speak too quietly. but here, in the dim glow of a cinema hall, with blood splattering across the screen and his thumb stroking slow circles into the pulse point of your wrist, he feels like something far more dangerous than that. something far more yours.

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this is just me coping. slightly suggestive a tiny bit but mostly sweet…

puppy boy phainon… he’s a handful and a half!! a nice samoyed hybrid that’s ready to be at your beck and call every hour of the day!! if he ever misses a moment where you might need him he’ll be sulking until you give him a little scratch behind his ears.

on the topic of ears, he’s very soft!! pubby boy phainon puts in a lot of effort to keep his ears and tail shiny and perfect, he says it’s part of keeping himself clean but you’ve seen the extra work that he puts into the appendages as well as the not so subtle flicks of you don’t immediately reach to pet them when freshly washed. phainon is not unaware of his charms and will exploit them for small favours like scratches, a sip of whatever you’re drinking, or a quickie in an alleyway. he knows very well you find it difficult to say no as soon as he lowers his head to your height and sticks out his lower lip all pathetic…

he’s huge on scenting. buries his nose against your neck, hair, chest, anything he can reach… nuzzles all close and locks you in with his arms so you can’t escape!! why wouldn’t you want to be covered in the smell of the great hero?? let phainon douse you in his pheromones, even if you can’t pick up on them yourself. this leads into his fondness of marking. he adores getting to decorate you in little bruises and bite marks, showing everyone you’re his. phainon expects the same treatment in return, and is especially soft to nibbles along the sun on his neck…

phainon will make time everyday to roughhouse with you at least a little bit. he’s got instincts that he often can’t ignore and they beg him to get a bit rowdy with you!! he’ll be as gentle as possible when pinning you down and nibbling at all the skin he can reach but he will forget his own strength occasionally… try to tell him gently, the thought of actually hurting you is one of his greatest fears.

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goodbye world… splat… 。・゜・(ノД`)・゜・。

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got my breasts remeasured for the first time in years and apparently im rocking 36G’s?? open invitation for anyone that wishes to be smothered by them

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woke up and smoked a cherry cigarette on an empty stomach before working on some painting commissions. i think mydei would find it painfully charming (and annoying). just soft musings about him. ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

you’re white knuckling the edge of the balcony, frown etched in place when a chin finds its way onto your shoulder. large hands slowly creep around to hold you tightly, pulling against you with a deep sigh. his nose brushed along the side of your neck as his fingers danced across your stomach and the sun peeked over the horizon. he never asked and you never told but the unspoken truth was you were having nightmares again, the same ones as always, and mydei knew nothing of comfort tactics than holding you close. he mumbled something about breakfast you didn’t catch but he didn’t move and the most delicious platter of delicacies could be waiting on the table and you wouldn’t move an inch just to feel his warmth for longer.

his presence is grounding, more so than the crushed package of cigarettes under your foot. it’s like having your own personal anchor wrapped around you that smells like cinnamon sticks and pomegranate. mydei doesn’t say more, opting instead for humming. he told you once that every time you hear is another his mother had sang to him and this time you don’t recognize it as one you’d heard before so it must be extra special. perhaps one he saved for a moment like this, one where he knew you needed him to do nothing more than be there and he just can’t stand the silence. it’s another thing you learned and grew to love; mydei gets antsy when it’s too quiet. he needs some sort of constant background noise to function and in the beginning of your relationship it was a bit annoying to have someone who couldn’t exist without sound but it’s something charming now. the sound he makes is never unpleasant, or maybe you just love him enough that nothing he did could ever irritate you. thoughts of getting him to pen the words his mother sung pass you occasionally but they’re best in his heart perhaps.

you don’t notice the filter burning until it’s pulled from your mouth and stubbed out by mydei. he kisses your temple saying, “‘s not good to burn that far,” as if it’s good at all but you know the meaning is ‘we both know that tastes like shit.’

it takes maybe half an hour till you sigh out and finally relax yourself, giving him the cue to gently pull you inside. mydei always promises everything you make is worth the world and it’s easier to believe him on a full stomach.

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this might be up there as the stupidest thing i’ve ever talked abt but whatever!! saw @porcelainbirdss mention vape shop employee phainon and i giggled and then it got stuck in my head bc its so funny and also canon to me personally!! so im here to provide entirely unserious headcanons mwah ∩^ω^∩

^^tiny phai with his mod i edited is transparent. use and abuse him, send him to the backrooms, idc he’s small and can’t be trusted to not rip clouds in closed spaces

ANNOYYYYINGGGG!! you walk into the shop for the first time already knowing what you need but there’s this giant man-puppy-thing suddenly in front of you asking a million different questions?? his name tag is crooked but it says phainon and he will not shut up.

takes way too long looking at your ID. you’re almost worried he’s trying to memorize your address when he slides it back to you and says he likes your name. you scurry out of there FAST afterwards but he was… charming in a way so you unfortunately know you’ll be back.

the second time you go in you actually see him outside first. he’s talking to some other guy who looks irritated but he himself looks just as cheerful as the last time you were in.

(other guy in question is mydei who’s a line cook at the restaurant across the weird complex from the vape shop. hates his job. likes fist fighting phainon in the parking lot. they line up their breaks purposefully so they can scrap. loser has to fork over free food/dispos.)

it’s like second nature when he waves you over way too enthusiastically. you’re cringing but it would be worse to pretend you don’t see him to you shuffle over when a strained ‘hiiii phainon…’ and the other guy grimaces as well. mydei has heard about you from phainon who refers to you as that ‘cute girl im too scared of asking for her number!’

there’s a little bit of blood coming from phainons nose but more coming from mydeis, evidence of the winner, and he asks if you like garlic bread. of course you like garlic bread but why is he asking? so he can force you to stick around till mydei brings it over for you to share, duh. he’s a genius.

you sit together on the curb, he’s doing most of the talking, but it’s kinda nice and you think his blue raspberry smells nice with your peach. the garlic bread is also the best you’ve ever tasted.

the third time you go in he actually asks for your number, red faced and stuttering, and against better judgment you fork it over. phainon is beaming and you internally sigh knowing he’ll surely blow up your phone after his shift.

surprisingly pleasant to text with. uses kaomojis and sends lots of photos of dog that you think might be his twin based on the matching white coat and thoughtless blue eyes. not a single braincell between the two of them.

when he finally asks you out on a date, he takes you to a quirky cafe and then to a bookstore where you choose books for each other. painfully cute. he somehow nails your taste and you get him a book about ancient artifacts (lots of pictures) and he actually really likes it.

fast forward to when you’re official, mydei comes back to his and phainons shared apartment to the two of you getting down and dirty WAY more than he’d like. phainon definitely totally doesn’t do it on purpose.

has definitely blown clouds in your face while you finish before because he sucks and likes being annoying.

tldr; ANNOYYINGGGG but he’s cute i fear

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★彡 HOT MESS!

synopsis: i just wanted to share what i think the amphoreus characters’ favourite positions are. this is that!! ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

contains: phainon (breeding and marathon), mydei (just sof n sweet), aglaea (clothed i feel like this doesn’t count), castorice (voyeurism), anaxa (degradation), cipher (scissoring) and, fem/afab reader in all.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ PHAINON - MATING PRESS

the skin between you both is wet and hot, thick with deep sighs and pitched moans leaking from mouths not separated for long. phainon is often insatiable when he finally gets to have you as he tends to torture himself through feelings of guilt and undeserving and it takes some time to soften him up occasionally. but now? your legs are cramped harder than ever before but gods it feels good. he’s deep and thick and keeps pressing himself into you in a way that, despite the protection, feels so unbelievably raw. everything he does tends to have that feeling, though, his nature itself being honest and true. his face falls to your neck as he grips your calves a little tighter and you can feel the way his thrusts grow shallower and sloppier with each second until he’s tight like a bowstring spilling himself over. phainon is groaning with each open mouth kissed he plants messily on your neck, drool sliding down to the sheets as he gyrates his hips against you, using his pelvis to pull your own climax out.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ MYDEI - MISSIONARY

loose lips sink ships but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t let out a couple insider secrets about your bedroom life before. people assume mydeimos to be a brute in and out of bed but it’s best they know that’s not really the truth. in the reality you so luckily get to live in, mydei is most flustered and finishes the fastest when you’re face to face with legs loosely spread to accommodate his form. he’s a gentleman, truthfully, longing to treat you so perfectly not even a titan could find a flaw in his behaviour. calloused fingertips touch you everywhere you need and his voice is soft as he bites back groans in favour of listening to you and mumbling praises so sweet you fear your teeth may fall out. you often catch his eyebrow twitch in the way it does whenever he’s close within seconds of him sliding to the hilt each time you’re like this. each time he staves off the feeling to get you there first, there’s probably a dozen or more words for ‘devotion’ in the Kremnoan language and mydei proves it consistently.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ AGLAEA - CLOTHED

she’s a classy lady with perhaps not so classy tastes. aglaea loves getting to style and dress you up, and as her dutiful lover, you’d never deny her such. she takes great pleasure in designing things exclusively for you, tops, gowns, lingerie, and more, and takes just as much pleasure in you fall apart still adorned in them. it’s almost like a form of marking, her threads noting every little movement you make still wearing her most recent creation as her hands and mouth dance across your skin. aglaea is sadistic in a way, teasing you through layers of chiffon and silk, adoring how you soak the garments and beg for more. she often finds herself never needed for the favour returned as feeling you writhe and come undone by her ministrations in her designs is more than enough to satisfy that itch.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ CASTORICE - MUTUAL

sweet and quiet is how most people would describe your loving girlfriend, castorice. and you share the sentiment save for whenever you’re across from each other working your own bodies. it’s really a shame she cannot touch you and vice versa but you cope knowing just looking at you is enough for her. castorice adores seeing you use your fingers to spread your folds apart, wet and shiny just for her eyes, and is jealous of the hands, yours, that get to fondle your chest. regardless, she can’t help but be loud whenever she’s blessed with the sight of you coming undone before her eyes. her moans and whimpers crackle through her laboured breaths yet it’s the most divine noise you think this world will ever hear.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ANAXAGORAS - COWGIRL

the scholar himself often bemoans the ideal of ‘desires of the flesh’ as it ‘does nothing but divide my attention’ and ‘serves no purpose to my work’ but you know him better than he does himself sometimes. anaxagoras was ultimately a man and had certain needs, ones you were eager to fulfill, so despite any faux protest you’d save him from his own suffering and slide onto him yourself. all complaints would go out the window as soon as you’d slide yourself against him, anaxa knowing better than to truly deny such pleasures. his touch was always greedy, hands playing you like a fiddle from his comfortable spot below you, traversing your flesh with only the slightest tremor. he can never stop running his mouth though, and there’s something painfully attractive in hearing him speak between grunts about how filthy your desperation is. you happen to be blessed with the reality of knowing he loves it all just as much.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ CIPHER - SCISSORING

for all her scheming and tricks, cifera had always been very pleased with the classics between the sheets. there really is nothing better to her than getting to experience and share such pleasures with you, heat tight against your own. she’s teasing when grinding slow and soft, pushing your hands away when you try and urge for more, and borderline manic when going fast and long. cipher rolls her hips into yours harshly with the perfect amount of pressure not to hurt but to press just right against the both of you. she laughs and teases with every movement as if her own mind isn’t crumbling away at the feeling, slick meshing together and soaking the sheets below. she admires, worships, the sight of your juices spread along her own folds and grinds with renewed vigour in knowledge you’ll spill forth more just for her.

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if ur smart enough u can pretend 3.3 won’t happen and that mydei will never die

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mydei doesn’t like pda but really likes holding hands, phainon loves pda but always has sweaty hands