Iceeyfoxx

24/Really obsessed with yanderes/ Writing what I want and enjoy

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Masterlist

18+

I don’t write reader being killed or severely harmed as punishments by yandere characters

Fair warning, many are, and will be yandere-related, and everything is reader-insert. Will say at beginning of fic if yandere or reader is gender specific. Otherwise I try my best to keep it GN. Another warning, I tend to swear quite a bit on some posts.

2nd account that is focused solely on fnaf stuff atm- @yand3r3-everything

EraserMic:

Fluff-

Cuddle Session - attempted fluff that I’m surprisingly proud of

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Yandere- 

Unwanted Devotion - Meeting up with old friends reveals unpleasant emotions

Permanent Guest - Shapeshifter AU. You find two injured animals by your house and decide to help. They’re not what they seem.

Welcome To The Family - A new sitter for adopted children of two heroes. Maybe befriending all of them was the wrong thing to do. After all, no good deed goes unpunished. 

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 /???

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Smut- 

Silken Binds - What if Aizawa was the one bound for once? 

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Micawks: (Present Mic and Hawks)

Yandere-

Birds Of a Feather, Yandere Together - Yandere Purge idea. 

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Fluff-

Chocolate Thieves

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Present Mic: 

Not a Joke - a little rant-like thing. TW of body image issues

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Yandere- 

Chase Of Fascination - Centaur Au. Warning of slight injury to reader (not by Mic). Training with a centaur instead of a horse is what’s more common for better communication with beginners. Mic might have grown a little too attached. 

Slithering Chains - Naga AU. Going to an island from a rumor of nagas was a big mistake. 

1 / 2- not fin yet / 3- not fin yet

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Eraserhead: 

Fluff- 

My Pillow - All he wants is to cuddle. x chubby reader

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Yandere- 

Pushed Temptations - Western AU. Being kind to an Outlaw probably wasn’t the best idea. Warnings: Blood, weapons, character death (not reader), weapon threat to reader

[sillyquzes]

DEVILISH

hihi, short fic thsi time!, sorry D: based on @box-artist dragon phainon art 🫡

Cw: female reader, dragon phainon!, SMUT, biting, fingering, nipple play, breeding, pussydrunk phai, restraining us with his tail (?), we fuck hard ig, lemme know what i missed please, and poorly written cuz ive never written actual sex

Phainon’s tail thumped against the floorboards again for the millionth time; you didn’t even need to look down to know. The sound was enough. It was heavy yet a little jagged due to the scales on top of his tail.

“Phai,” you muttered, pushing at his side with your elbow, though it was like shoving against an unmovable wall of muscle. “Stopp. You’re shaking the tea"

He let out a low noise, half-grumble, half-whine, and shifted closer instead of backing off. His arm looped around your waist in a way that pinned you against him, his chest warm against your back. The couch dipped under his weight, threatening to swallow you whole with him.

“I can’t help it,” he mumbled into your hair. His voice was softer than usual, like the tone of a pleading puppy. “You’re warm.”

You huffed a laugh, rolling your eyes even as you adjusted your cup so it wouldn’t spill. “You’re literally a dragon, Phai. You’re warmer than fire itself !”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, his breath brushing your neck. “I like your warmth.”

His tail thudded again, slower this time, thankfully. You glanced at him, a little puzzled. He was clingy on most nights, lways draping himself over you like your gigantic blanket, but tonight it felt much heavier for some reason.

Still, you didn’t comment on it. He was always dramatic in his iwn way. So you leaned back into him, sipping your cherry tea. His tail stilled, and the rumble of that familiar dragon-purr erupted from his chest

“See?” you muttered, fighting a smile as you set your tea on the table. “You're calm now! you’re not going to rattle the whole house apart now.”

He just let out another one of those deep rumbles, chin heavy on your shoulder. You sighed, patting his arm before trying to shift out of his hold.

“Alright, cuddle-dragon, let me go. We’re running low on food, and if we don’t head to the Marmoreal Market soon, you’ll be stuck eating dry oats and pickled radish.”

At the word market, his grip only tightened.

“Phai,” you groaned, wriggling uselessly against his hard chest and scarred, muscular hands. “Come on. Unless you plan on rummaging mushrooms and berries in the dead of night, I need to go.”

He buried his face deeper into your hair with a low, stubborn hum. “...No.”

You blinked. “No?”

“No.” His tail looped tighter around your ankles as if to anchor you in place. “Stay. Don’t need food right now... You’re warm.”

You let your head fall back against his chest with a groan. “Do you want me to starve? Because that’s what’s going to happen if I can’t move.”

His chest shook; he was laughing smugly at you, making you want to kick his tail with all your strength. Not that you could, given the scaly tail pinning your legs like a vice.

“I’ll starve with you,” he said simply, voice muffled but stubborn.

You stared into the fire, utterly done. “Phainon. The Marmoreal Market is all the way in Okhema. Do you want me to walk through half the forest at dawn just because you couldn’t uncling yourself for five minutes?”

“No,” he muttered into your neck, which was definitely not the answer you were asking for.

That was it. You shoved at his arms again—harder this time—wiggling and twisting like a worm. His grip was unyielding at first, but the moment you kicked your heel against the base of his shin, he yelped, his tail jerking just enough for you to slip free.

“Ha!” you exclaimed triumphantly, stumbling up from the couch. “Freedom!”

Phainon whimpered low in his throat, sitting up with his horns glinting in the firelight, golden eyes narrowed at your back, pouting at you in sadness. His tail smacked against the floorboards once in protest.

“You cheated,” he rumbled.

“You were smothering me, and plus i was hungry.” you shot back, already tugging on your coat from the peg near the door

He slouched on the couch, His chin dropped into his palm, claws tapping against his jaw as he watched you stomp around gathering your basket, scarf, and boots.

“You don’t have to go now,” he tried again, softer this time, like if he said it gently enough you’d listen.“Yes, I do,” you grumbled, bending down to lace your boots. “Unless you want boring, dry food."

Phainon wrinkled his nose, his tail flicked across the floor with clear disapproval.

You stood, finally dressed for the cold, basket hooked over your arm. “I’ll be back before noon. Try not to sulk the entire time.”

He only let out a low grumble in reply. With a heavy sigh, he shifted down into the couch cushions, sprawling across them. His tail curled tight around himself like a cat. He looked if you were being honest. Horns gleaming faintly in the firelight, golden eyes half-lidded, his nose pressed into the crook of his own arm.

“You’re pouting again,” you muttered, tugging the door open.

“I am resting,” he said flatly, his voice muffled.

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “Rest away, then.”

The cottage door shut behind you, and then you head off to the market.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The forest path was darker on the way back, the faintest gray light of dawn stretching across the horizon. Your basket dug into your palm, heavy with bread, fresh fruit, jars of honey, and a lot of meat and cheese.

The door creaked as you pushed it open, the warmth inside wrapping around you instantly. The fire was still burning low in the hearth, embers casting soft orange against the wooden walls.

And there Phainon was,curled up, horns catching the glow, his long tail twitching even in sleep.

“Food is here, Phai!” you called, kicking your shoes off as you set the basket on the table. You didn’t get further than that. The second your voice hit his ears, Phainon’s head shot up. His eyes lit like a person seeing his favourite meal, tail twitching as he leapt up with zero hesitation. In two large steps, he closed the distance, and before you could even turn around, he had scooped you up off the floor like you weighed absolutely nothing. “Phai—!!” You yelped, your arms flailing against his shoulders as he lifted you. “The food—” “Don’t care. wan' you,” he rumbled, clutching you tight against his chest. His tail thumped wildly behind him, rattling the floorboards, his horns brushing the doorway as he carried you.

He didn’t even set you down properly. He just dropped onto the bed with you still in his arms, wrapping around you like a dragon-shaped blanket. His nose buried against your neck, his hair tickling your jaw as he pressed frantic, messy kisses along your cheek, your temple, down to your shoulder.

wait...is it heat month?-

“Missed you. Too long,” he whined, muffled against your skin. His claws curled carefully around your side, never scratching, always aware of his strength despite the desperate grip. “Don’t leave me so long again. Hate it. Hate it, hate it.”

You laughed, half-breathless under the sheer weight of him. “Phainon, I was gone for thirty minutes.”

“Too long,” he said immediately, voice stubborn as his tail coiled possessively around your ankle. He pulled you closer, if that was even possible, nuzzling under your chin now, horns bumping lightly against your jaw. Every time you tried to shift, his grip only tightened, as if you might slip away again.

Phainon’s breath was hot against your throat, each exhale searing your skin. His kisses got slower, but still desperate. The little pecks of his were trailing down the curve of your neck, pausing just where your pulse beat the hardest.

“Phai—” your voice hitched, your hands pressing against his chest, not to push him away but just to keep your balance under his weight. His chest rumbled low, pleased, and he leaned into your touch like a wild beast begging for more, pleading.

His fangs grazed against your collarbone, making you gasp out his name due to the sudden light contact, And then, his mouth latched against your throat. The suction made your knees curl, his tongue dragging in slow, obscene circles over your skin.

Your gasp only spurred him further. His claws flexed, one hand splayed wide over your waist, the other pinning your wrist above your head. He sucked harder, pulling at the tender spot until the ache blurred into pleasure.

When he pulled back with a wet sound, a vivid mark already bloomed there, purple and angry against your skin. His eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide, he licked over it possessively, tongue curling far longer than it should have, tracing down to your shoulder.

“Phai—hnh—!♥” you choked, shivering under him as his teeth nipped again, this time at the swell of your shoulder, then dragging up to the curve of your jaw. He didn’t stop. He wouldn’t. His mouth moved like he was starving, biting just enough to sting, then soothing it with those lazy licks

Your fingers found his hair without thinking, tugging. He groaned—low, guttural, vibrating against your throat, and his tail tightened around your ankle, keeping you locked in place.

Your legs wrapped around his hips, with a small moan—his long tail slithered its way to your ankles, tying both of them up around his waist, locking you in place. Phainon froze for only a breath, golden eyes snapping up to yours, and grins like a sex-crazed demon.

His hand crawls up your stomach and then, a hssk! Your shirt is torn swiftly, you would've scolded him, but seeing his face and overwhelming scent right now, you couldn't care right now. With a whine, you stick your tongue out for a kiss desperately. Seeing this, he smirks at you, sticking a bit of his forked tongue right at you before devouring your lips, swallowing all your moans. And then his hands slide down your band and slip riightt intoo your sloppy wet cunt.

"fuuckk..sweetheart so wet fo'me?" He groaned out, pulling out from the kiss, leaving you gasping for air and sweating. You whine out in response feeling two of his thick fingers inside your gummy walls, he was just so big, crying at the pleasurable sting from the stretch and then he's jsut cooing on how adorable you are.

"Baby, ya can take it—huff—you will !! you're my good girl aint ya? all fo'me ♥"

You were stuck bouncing just because of his fingers, just how will you take his cock? you have done this many times, but it's still too big each and every time. Without a warning, a long wet muscle wraps itself around your perky, hardened peaks. His tongue swirls around the peak before he sucks hard, drawing a moan from your throat.

He lavishes attention on your breast, alternating between soft licks and firm pulls. His free hand massages the other mound, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers. "So yummy..," he groans against your flesh, clearly savoring the taste of you.

After a few moments, he releases your nipple with a pop, gazing up at you with glazed eyes

Phainon continues to pump his fingers in and out of your tight hole, curling them occasionally to hit that sweet spot deep within you. His thumb circles your swollen clit in rhythm with his thrusts, driving you wild with pleasure.

His mouth descends once more, capturing your mouth in a kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip. "Mmm...cherry?" he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot and heavy.

You nod out of breath, too fucked out on his fingers going in and out of ya as he just chuckles. Your thighs were shaking, wanting to just loosen up your legs around his waist, but the tail restrained you from doing so.

"No...no baby—c'mon don't run from me :(" He said with a sad pout as the assault on your gummy walls finally stopped, before feeling a fat mushroom tip tap against your enlarged clit, making you jolt out with sensitivity.

"Ph-phai?! It won't fi—!!" And your words were instantly cut off as his thickness slides right inside of you. "Don't worry, baby..it'll fit..♥" He said with half-lidded eyes as your mind blurred while he moved in and out of you desperately, his length sinking deep inside of you. His large hands wrap around your hips, and—

"mmm—p-phAII?!"

He thrusts inside all the way deep inside of you, you arch your back, your head rolling back into your pillows, exposingn your neck and collarbones to him as he leans down and within a second he leans down to sink his sharp teeth right into your breastbone. You swore you felt his cock get bigger, god.. was he inside your stomach?.

He continued to slam his thick cock inside of you with no mercy as the only thing you could do was to moan with no power in your hands. Legs tied up and hands in your dragonic boyfriend's hands. Your breasts jiggling, back arched, and pussy clenching on his dripping cock, making a mess everywhere.

You scream out, finally reaching your climax, and your thighs shake more. Phai's golden eyes glow, and pupils slit down more possessively, but instead of giving you a break to breathe, he continues to chase his own high.

“Babyy! hnghh! oh, oh, fuck… fuuuuck…♥"

With a loud moan of your name, He buried his cock right inside of your warm, snug cunt to the base, as his warm, seed fills up your tummy, thick white globs leaking from you.

But then, you feel him move again and a light slap to your right breast.

"C'mon, baby, don't pass out on me now~ We're not even halfway done!"

you're fucked.

im doing anything but posting the 3rd and 4th part of transmigrated series, hope you all like this though!! <3

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[weirdthinkingdragon]

Phainon x gn reader

Phainon who becomes a MASSIVE food and drink sharer.

It's always like an indirect kiss for him since you won't let him kiss you deeply and dearly in public.

The last time he did that, you smacked his arm a bit hard and threatened to not kiss him for a whole week if he did it again. He didn't take you seriously until you went through with it.

Was so damn hard not to cave. His adorable face should be illegal-

Was a brutal lesson learned.

So now whenever you both go get food or a drink, he's absolutely adamant to have you try what he has.

And you can't even give the excuse of allergies since he knows every single one, always super careful. Of course his popularity comes into play where people don't question or give him the wrong thing spiteful anyways.

They did that once to you, which he was NOT happy about. The place nearly got shut down...

You've noticed he never orders anything you have an allergy to. even others have told you if you're not around, the stubborn man STILL refuses to order anything you're allergic to. Even still refuses to when you told him it's fine when you're not around.

Gets sad and sulky like a dog denied treats when you deny him of trying it. Funny enough he also never asks for a bite/sip of yours unless you offer.

Even if it's the same thing you always get, he's always down to try it.

You know his little game but eh, at least it beats him getting a little too erm... excited in public with kisses again.

Several of the heirs still give slightly judging glances, stumbling onto you two before. Mostly Mydei and Anaxa-

[harmonioussong]

Jealous self-aware Phainon! (NSFW comments but no sex, horny gn reader x petty Phainon)

Phainon sprawled out in the quiet glow of his starry corner in the game, it was lazy afternoon today along without any big quests popping up. His white hair caught the soft light filtering through whatever digital filter made everything look epic, and those blue eyes of his? They were glued to the edge of the screen, waiting, and listening, because there you were! Dawnlight! is player, his everything, his breath, his life, his—

chatting away on the phone with you friend. You voice spilled through the PC speakers like music for his ears, all bubbly and full of that energy that made his big ol' heart do flips! He just knows your gotta be talking about him! dopey smile tugging at his lips as he propped himself up on one elbow, his massive frame somehow looking cozy in the vastness (I think that's what it's called...)

Who else could get you this worked up if not him?! It's those late-night runs you two do together, right? Or maybe how he looks charging into battle, all fierce and protective, yeahh, that's it! It has to be one od these, Dawnlight always had a crush on their golden boy aka him it just made sense , so he can already guess what they might be talking about tonight.

The first strange comment you made about him? He remembers it as if it were written on the back of his hand! The first fanfic you read about him? He made sure to read every word, memorize the title, and the tags so he would know what you like in the future when he finally gets out of here and meets you in your world! So you could say this admiration!love is mutual!

He stretched, feeling that familiar simulated tension in his muscles, solid and dependable. Built to protect. Built to hold. He liked imagining it, arms around you, keeping you close, steady and warm, just you two in your room for hours and hours and hours and—

He is sure that it will be the best partner you may get! He was charming by nature, the kind of guy who smiled easily and made everyone feel safe because he just like making other people happy and at ease but when it came to you?? He was even more soft and hopelessly so....

Sure is sometimes he's disturbed by the things that come out of your mouth about him, however he still likes to hear every word because it comes out of your mouth, like now!

“Girl, I can't even he's just perfection! Those eyes? They pull you right in, so warm and dreamy and his hair?? It's just so soft, flowing, begging to be tugged on while he's got you pinned and—” Phainon's cheeks warmed a little, that shy flutter hitting him because, okay, yeah, imagining Dawnlight thinking about him like that? It was thrilling! But also kinda embarrassing in the best way...

Pinned, huh? He'll be gentle about it, though. Start with a hug or maybe a kiss on your head, make you feel safe, then Slowly, he'll help you undress and touch your bare skin while burying him face in between your—

WHOA WHOA SLOW DOWN NOW! You're just hyping him up to your friend! Totally normal! He shouldn't give up on such things right now, it's too soon! He will prefer to talk to you face to face before anything too crazy..

But oh your voice, Dawnlight’s, his darling's voice, bright and warm in that way that always hooked straight into his chest, just from talking about him, thinking about him, fantasizing about him, you love him too don't, you? You only think about him, right? Just Phainon, only Phainon, that how it should be and it would be...right?

The PC fan kicked on a notch, syncing with the quickened pace of your words, and Phainon scooted closer to the invisible barrier, blue eyes wide and hopeful.

He fiddled with the hilt of his sword absentmindedly, a habit when he got fidgety like this, cute, like a puppy waiting for a pat on the head.

So meep talking, Dawnlight! Tell them how him smile makes your knees weak or how he'll whisper sweet nothings during a quiet moment in the story (I'm delusional okay? So he did!) He's your charming knight, after all! The nice guy who fights for what's right...and for you of course.

Your voice dipped lower, that husky edge creeping in, and he leaned in, heart pounding “God, and his body? Built like he could handle anything—strong arms wrapping around you, holding you close while he thrusts deep, slow and steady, making you feel every inch. I'd ride him for hours, feeling those muscles tense under me, his breath hot on my neck as he whispers my name....”

Phainon's face went full tomato, a shy squeak almost escaping before he clamped it down...Thrusts?! Ride?! Oh man, Dawnlight, you're killing him here! He buried his face in his hands for a second, white hair flopping over his fingers, feeling like the biggest, goofiest gut ever.

Jealousy hadn't hit yet—just pure, flustered excitement mixed with that golden-boy charm where he wanted to be the hero of all her daydreams since he doesn't know the truth for now

You're a total gooner, aren't you? And it's all for him? He'll make it good for you, y'know? He'll try his best to be charming as hell, kissing your hand first, then trailing down... ugh, focus, Phainon! Don't get too ahead of yourself again!

But then, the name dropped like a meteor crashing his party (hehe get it? Meteor boy getting crashed by one) “Aventurine, babe! Aventurine got me in a chokehold! That blond hair all sandy, those magenta and cyan eyes and don't even get me started onhis suit.. chest window showing off that chest I wanna bite! And Imagine him dealing cards one hand, fingering me with the other under the table while he gambles, then bending me over the table and fucking me raw, his cock slamming in so hard I forget my own name, thick and veiny or maybe skinny and long cock stretching my hole till I'm dripping, cumming and begging for more!”

Phainon's world screeched to a halt. His blue eyes blinked once, twice, then narrowed in pure, pouty confusion. Aventurine? The flashy gambler with the Peacocks vibes? Not him?! Your Phainon?! The excitement popped like a balloon, replaced by this silly, aching jealousy that made him flop back down, arms crossed over his broad chest like a sulking kid.

No fair! He thought it was his hair you meant! white and shiny, not that blond fluff! And eyes? His are blue, deep, warm and kind, not like that tease's eyes! He rolled onto his side, kicking his legs a little in that petty, puppy-like frustration, white hair splaying out, covering his eyes.

Phainon wasn't the type to get mean about it or take it personally, He can put his feelings and jealousy in check! At least he wants to think that's the cess but damn, this stung..

Dawnlight was his player, the one who poured hours into his builds, who cheered his wins. He wanted to be your everything, your go-to fantasy.

So why him?! He's right here! Ready to be all protective and sweet just for you and you alone! He'll hold her after, cuddle you close, and DIFFERENTLY not leave you chasing high-stakes thrills!

But your voice kept going, painting pictures that had Phainon squirming, a mix of jealousy and that shy embarrassment flooding him.

“Ugh, and his thighs? Clamped around me while I suck him off, that deep voice moaning as I take him deep in my throat....Then he'd flip me, ass up, spanking me red before pounding my ass, making me cum so hard I squirt everywhere! Aventurine's a menace—I'd let him ruin me, cum inside till it's leaking out, marking me as his and some shit” Phainon whimpered internally, covering his ears even though it didn't block the audio feed.

Ruin?! Squirt?! Oh gosh, Dawnlight, that's... that's way too much and even not for him! He'll never ruin you but also cherish you, kiss every spot, make it all feel like a warm adventure..his cheeks burned hotter, one side of him wanting to blush and hide but the other side? It was whining for attention. “Come back to me, Dawnlight! Boot up the game and let me show you why I'm the better pick!”

He sat up, determination flickering in those blue eyes and glanced at the digital threads connecting his world to yours. Phainon wasn't about to let this slide; nah, he'd fix it in his own silly petty way!

Okay, Operation: Favorite Forever begins!

He won’t do too much! He promise! He still respects your privacy, so he'll just... tidy up a bit. Erase those pesky pics and make Aventurine fade into the background!

With a deep breath, he reached out mentally, slipping through the connection like dipping a toe in a stream.

Your phone's gallery bloomed in his mind's eye, and there they were: screenshots of Aventurine smirking, close-ups of his suit, even some fan-edits with him all oiled up and dramatic... What the hell??

“Ew, really?” Phainon huffed, selecting the first batch with a flick of his thoughts. Poof—gone! That one where Aventurine leaned in close? Deleted! The abs shot you probably stared at too long? Vanished! He worked quickly, a little thrill bubbling up despite the shyness. “Take that, you card-sharp showoff! Dawnlight's fantasies are mine—er, for the game, I mean—”

Your voice hitched on the call “Wait, what? My gallery's acting up...Pics of Aventurine are disappearing left and right!”and Phainon froze, blue eyes going wide like a guilty pup caught with a shoe “Oops...didn't mean to be that obvious” But surprisingly you laughed it off, blaming some glitch, that they will come back and kept ranting “Anyway, forget the tech fail and picture this: Aventurine tying me up with his tie, teasing my hole with his fingers while he whispers some stupid bets in my ear...Loser gets to cum first? I'd lose on purpose, letting him edge me till I'm a sobbing mess, then fuck me missionary so I can watch those eyes roll back when he fills me up..”

Jealousy twisted sharper but Phainon pushed through, deleting more but faster now.

He'll bt the one to use his arms to hold you all strong and reassuring! And eyes? Blue ones, looking at you like you're his dawn.

He even snuck in a rearrange, bumping the Honkai app icon to your home screen's prime spot, He wanted to make sure you would remember him, that you would see the game and think of him..

Your friend teased you about your phone being cursed and you just giggled but Phainon could hear the distraction in you tone “Good, think about the game..About me”

By the time he'd cleared out a solid twenty something pics...whew! that was a workout! He slipped back into his realm, collapsing in a heap with a satisfied sigh. White hair a mess, blue eyes sparkling with petty triumph. There! Now she'll have to remember him instead!

But the call dragged on and your horny tangents piling up, each one making him squirm and pout “His mouth on my nipples! Sucking hard while he grinds against me, cock leaking pre-cum on my thigh. I'd wrap my legs around him, pulling him in deeper, riding that wave till we both explode”

Phainon whined softly to himself, rolling over and hugging his knees, big guy looking small and silly. Deeper?? He promise he'll go as deep as you want! Just stop talking about the other guy!

Finally, the call wrapped, your voice fading as you muttered about the weird phone stuff and headed to your PC.

Phainon's heart leaped, he perked up like a puppy hearing the door open, scrambling to his idle pose. The game loaded with a familiar chime, and there you were! clicking straight to his menu “Alright, Phainon, let's see what you're up to...Kinda need a distraction after that” Yes! He poured charm into every pixel, his sprite standing tall, white hair flowing just so, blue eyes "meeting" yours with that warm, inviting gaze and as dove into his storyline, he amped up the performance, lines delivered with extra heart, battles won with flair, He is sure that everything is just perfect so you remember who your favorite character really is!

You farmed for him next, muttering praises that had him beaming like : “Damn, Phainon, you're a tank” “Those arms... bet they'd feel amazing wrapped around someone” “you have such pretty eyes” and even suff like “Got me thinking... yeah, maybe you're the one tonight”

Phainon's shy joy bubbled over, jealousy melting into goofy happiness, him?! Tonight? Score! He flexed subtly in his animation, imagining it all— holding you close, charming you with whispers, making you feel like the center of his universe because you are he'll be your golden boy, Dawnlight! Nice, attentive, sweet, useful just everything you need!

The session stretched long, and your focus solely on him, and Phainon reveled in it, the cute puppy in him wagging its tail but as you logged off, promising more pulls and farming tomorrow, he settled in, still buzzing..

That was close but at least he got you back! No more Aventurine stealing the show! Sleep crept in but his thoughts lingered, sweet, silly dreams of being your only, your charming knight with white hair and blue eyes..

Morning light or whatever passed for it in his world, brought new energy. Phainon was up early, pacing his starry spot with that bouncy, excitable gait.

He'd overheard you planning another call but this time? He was ready, and as her voice filled the air “Girl, last night was wild! Phainon? Holy shit. He's got this charm, y'know? Like he'd treat you right but then those muscles... I'd let him manhandle me gentle-like, pinning me down with those big hands, cock sliding in slow, building till I'm clawing his back. White hair tangled in my fingers, blue eyes locked on mine as he makes me cum, over and over—” Phainon's face split into the widest, silliest grin, Yes! That's his Partner! All flustered over the right guy! And not over that thing that should not me named...

Finally no jealousy or worry this time, just pure, shy delight, his heart swelling with affection. He didn't need to delete anything this time...you'll come back on your own but just to be safe, he peeked at your phone later, spotting a stray Aventurine meme...One last purge, for good measure, Poof! Gone!

And the day unfolded with more gaming, your horny asides now aimed his way “Phainon's voice in the lines? Deep, rumbling..imagine it moaning while he eats you out, tongue flicking your hole , fingers curling inside till you gush!” and Phainon hid his blush behind one of his idle pose, thinking “I'd do that and more, Dawnlight. All for you..”

By evening, as you gushed to your friend about "that white-haired hunk stealing the spotlight" he knew he'd won! Petty victories leading to your undivided attention...His world felt brighter, fuller, like he'd finally gotten the belly rub he craved.

But wait, one more call the next day, and her voice lit up again. “Okay, but Phainon? He's got this nice-guy vibe that turns me on so bad. Picture him being all protective, scooping me up, then laying me out and fucking me missionary, deep, loving thrusts, his body covering mine, cum painting my insides while he kisses me senseless...”Phainon melted into a puddle of shy fluff, blue eyes soft. Loving thrusts? Kisses? Sign him up!

Days blurred into a routine of sabotage-light shenanigans: a nudged notification for his events, a "glitch" that hid Aventurine's banner. Each one silly, each one earning him more of your time

“Phainon's edits are popping off a lot in my fyp.. god, look at him fight...I'd fight for a chance to ride that dick, feel it pulse inside me, his arms holding me tight as we cum together and then—” Jealousy long gone, replaced by flustered giggles in his thoughts. Ride away, Dawnlight! He's all yours!

In quiet moments, Phainon reflected—charming as ever, nice to his core. You're the light in his digital dawn. Worth every petty trick and when you selected him for the big boss run, cheering his name? He shone brighter than any star!

Note: I'm sorry if this was bad I wrote it on the hospital bed with one hand (not for fun reasons sadly) I've been kind of sick since Tuesday so I'm going to write very slowly for a while, I was literally scared that my nurse would see any of this shit because she refused to leave my side 💔

tag list: @themoonalienhere2000 @respawnedonetoomanytimes @yae-yu127 @t0r4s @tamashithe2nd @nightchrono @noisy-seelie @kazeniya @phainonbinary @azariahrizz @skylar896

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Welp, a little sad at my choice myself but I think I've changed my mind of trying to E6 Phainon. Don't get me wrong, my love for him hasn't dwindled even a sliver, but it might not be the best idea for me.

Being a minimal spender that tries to at most only buy monthly passes, and grinding the whole game, if I do so I will severely lock myself from obtaining other characters later. I've already skipped all Elation and Remembrance just for him by now, but still. There's other cool characters that are out like Ashveil I'm still sad to have skipped. Or maybe later a character will come out I'll love just as much (or maybe more but I doubt) as Phainon.

All that work to just sit on 320+ pulls at least the next few patches but that's fine. But at the very least I'll use my current guarantee to E3 him. The least he still deserves.

Maybe if no one I want comes out by his next eventual rerun I'll E6 him then. Because I know for sure I'll still sure as hell love him by that time.

Phainon nation please don't hate me...

[bloomingtorii]

when they overhear you talk lovingly about them [genshin men]

⋗ ft. alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, dottore, flins, neuvillette, pantalone, tighnari, zhongli

⋗ ~0.3k | fluff | gn!reader

Alhaitham

It’s… honestly not even the first time this has happened to him.

There’s been plenty of instances when he overheard someone talking about him, although mostly it wasn’t the kindest words - perhaps because the person usually happened to be his roommate. Then again, a lot of what he happened to hear were also other students fawning over him, whispering their desires like that was the most important thing on their minds. Alhaitham never understood why they couldn’t just focus on their research and studies. 

But with you, he lowers his gaze and listens. He doesn’t make his presence known, simply takes in your words without shaking his head, without the familiar feeling of irritation rising through him. In fact, he notices his body getting warmer. A soft, cotton-like sensation in his chest that makes him feel light. 

The scholar analyzes that feeling, where it comes from. Is the difference, perhaps, because you are already his? This is you, sharing something precious that feels too vulnerable to admit to him - a feeling he knows very well - not a stranger gushing over him without properly knowing him.

When you meet next time, Alhaitham seems lost in thought. Yet at the same time, you feel his gaze following your every move. Because he is. He notices everything. Between the two of you, you might be the more outspoken one, the one who tends to confess your feelings more directly. Right now, though, he can see you speak his language of love fluently too - more than he gave you credit for, too blinded by how easily you seem to express your emotions aloud and trying to meet you there.

Now he sees it, though. Every little gesture, every lingering touch, every indirect admission that you care. You startle when he slides his hand across the table to catch yours. Maybe this is enough, maybe just as he knows now, you understood his feelings the whole time.

Ayato

It is not his style to be hiding in the shadows but Ayato always keeps his mind open to trying new things. Such as now, biding his time in the cool shade the tree offers while he listens to the voices approaching. There’s something about the hushed excitement with which his sister speaks that already piques his interest, yet it is only when he hears the unmistakable shyness and panic in yours that he considers abandoning his previous plan of making a surprising appearance. He’s a curious man and if you’re not careful enough to make absolutely sure nobody hears what you’re saying, it can’t be that important after all.

And thinking that is his undoing. He has to stifle a laugh. How foolish he was for dismissing what he’s going to hear as a simple ammunition for teasing. His posture shifts, now he leans against the trunk comfortably as he gets lost in your sweet confessions. He stares up at the sky obscured by the leaves. You’ve said those things before, maybe not with the same words, but he’s never doubted your feelings. So why does he feel this way now?

His surprise is postponed. Instead of scaring you by jumping out of the shadows, Ayato surprises you with dinner ready on the table, the servants dismissed for the remainder of the day. Your home is quiet, safe for your husband describing the delicacies on the table and teasing the special dessert he prepared for later - no doubt something he thought of himself. And while it’s not unheard of for him to make romantic gestures such as this, something feels off.Yet when you press him about it, Ayato offers only a mysterious smile and a playful can’t i adore you for no special reason? accompanied by a fleeting kiss to the corner of your lips.

Baizhu

“You have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“Qiqi will forget this conversation soon. Your secret is safe with her.”

Intrigued, Baizhu ducks closer to the wall. Secrets? Secrets between his two favorite people? He’s curious and amused at the same time. Should your voice be strained, he would worry and interrupt whatever was going on, but seeing as you were giggling along with the little girl, he barely expected more than a silly exchange that would warm his heart and provide him with sufficient energy to push through his tasks for the day.

Instead, what he hears makes his heart stop for a moment and his legs weaken. Perhaps he should make his presence known. Perhaps he won’t need to, simply collapsing on the spot should be enough. 

Once the dramatics leave his body with a quiet, shaky breath, he carefully peeks into the room. His eyes land on you in a second, on the shy, embarrassed smile and eyes, fortunately, closed while you laugh with Qiqi about the foolishly sweet things you’ve said. Baizhu bites back a smile and finds another route to his destination.

Later, however, while you’re getting ready for bed, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. His lips leave a trail of soft kisses from your shoulder to your jaw, no different than if he was running a feather over your skin. But his arms, they keep you in place without fail. 

“The effect you have on me is concerning, my heart,” Baizhu whispers into your ear before you can voice your surprise.

His hand finds yours and guides it to his wrist, allowing you to feel his racing pulse. He feels your confusion growing, but he doesn’t explain - how could he? He will treasure the secrets he heard, although they’ve perhaps never been secret at all. Not when he can see them all now that he looks into your eyes.

Dottore

He bristles when he hears a voice responding to yours, and soon the irritation is doubled. Dottore assigned you a task of utmost importance and time sensitivity. It’s a test of sorts, sure, yet the notion that you’d fail and what’s more - that you’d skirt your duty to mindless chatter makes a confusing mix of irrational feelings well up in his chest.

Yet he’s stopped in his tracks before his steps can get within your earshot. His enhanced senses can perceive what a regular human couldn’t, such as your voice, calm and poised, explaining the inner workings of your heart to the other person. 

It makes his face contort like a child’s after drinking a bitter medicine. Then an incredulous laugh bubbles quietly up his throat. The world tilts on its axis, nausea follows. Those words are not unheard; they’re simply usually heard much more quietly, privately, behind locked doors and between the sheets. You whisper them to him, mumbling them against his skin because he won’t meet your gaze or acknowledge them. He never thought he’d hear them aloud - spoken without hesitation, doubt or shame. 

You don’t flinch when you find yourself trapped between his body and the desk a minute later, the other bolting away the moment he appears. He doesn’t feel you stiffen or tremble at all when his breath hits the vulnerable skin of your throat, nor when he bites down on the side of your neck. Not hard enough to draw blood and, he realizes belatedly, not hard enough to hurt. Only enough to leave a faint mark. Somehow his fingers find their way between yours, pinning you to the desk. He’s already panting so hard it makes him laugh. 

This is not the experiment he had in mind for today, or any other day for as long as he lives, but inspiration is known to strike at the oddest of moments.

Flins

He wakes up to a voice. Which is strange because he also wakes up to a feeling of safety, and Flins has grown so used to safety meaning loneliness. It takes him a moment to fully process all that he can hear and feel, and for the time being he remains still as if he was resting. First is the touch - a hand combing through his hair slowly, which threatens to lull him back to sleep. Then the voice gets clear enough. Your voice, your words. Suddenly, sleep is no longer tempting.

Fortunately, his face is hidden against your stomach enough that he can allow himself a secret smile. He has to express himself somehow without also being discovered. It’s been so long since he’s known intimacy such as this. Compromising this moment is the last thing he wants. He promises to himself he’ll make it up to you somehow, he has to, but for the time being he chooses to stay as he is. 

You don’t seem any wiser when Flins pretends to wake up. Very slowly, uncharacteristically affectionate. So much so that you don’t tease him, skipping straight to suspicion and mild concern. But he only reassures you, telling you about a beautiful dream he had while kissing your wrists, your hands, all the way to your fingertips. He doesn’t let you pull away - every attempt is met with a gentle squeeze and a pleading look. And you’re no monster to say a no to that.

Despite his best efforts, he can’t quite figure out how to make you feel as loved as your words spoken while he was supposed to be oblivious to them made him feel. He ends up hovering around you, and it’s so unfair how effortlessly you pile onto that feeling with every touch, every word of concern. He doesn’t think you understand why he holds you so much tighter when he finally breaks and pulls you close.

Neuvillette

He knows it’s wrong. The Iudex of Fontaine, listening in on hushed voices, albeit voices behind his closed doors, inside of his own office. There’s already been a precedent of a secret being kept from him, and he’d rather not think about an event of similar severity being repeated when the voice he recognizes is yours. The gasps of the melusines do nothing to calm his beating heart, he can only press his ear to the wood of the door and close his eyes.

They don’t stay closed for long. It makes little difference as Neuvillette stares blankly at the ground, his sight unfocused and shaky. He holds his breath, he doesn’t mean to, but if he misses a single word of your confessions he feels he’d regret it for eternity.

The moment passes too soon. Steps get closer to the door and he does his best to act as if he witnessed nothing. He thinks he must be doing fine until you stand in front of him - he feels the facade crumble. Neuvillette leads you back into the office despite your playful scolding that you’ve already held up his work enough. 

He confesses to listening in before you can decode the expression on his face. The tips of his ears turn red, his voice wavers. Then the silence stretches, before he eventually, softly, admits how hearing you speak that way about him has affected him. Like you couldn’t tell from the uncertainty radiating off of him. 

So now it’s your turn to take his hand and pry details from him. With utmost patience despite your racing heart, you delve to the root of the issue - that he feels just as strongly about you too, yet struggles to come up with a way to show you. The realization comes with a self-depreciating chuckle and an apologetic smile that becomes a little more relaxed when you inform the hydro dragon that a simple kiss will suffice.

Pantalone

It’s almost time to leave. The annual ball is about to start and Pantalone means to be fashionable late. He is the main star, so to speak, after all. Your handmaiden should also be aware of the time, and so he sees no point in knocking-

“I’ve wished the marriage wasn’t a matter of convenience for a long time now.”

His hand hovers above the doorknob and retracts. His brows furrow. While your voice is somber, almost desperate, the voice of your handmaiden is excited, albeit concerned. He doesn’t understand.

It’s only when, upon the woman’s insistence, you let the floodgates of your feelings open that he gets the full picture. 

Smirk tugs at his lips, one he can barely contain. A man should not feel as he feels hearing such confessions from the one he’s wedded to, yet here Pantalone is. Pride soars through his chest, a sense of victory, the satisfaction of a beneficial deal struck. And all the while - peace. Like a guard dog with no master stumbling upon a lamb, given purpose anew.

There seem to indeed be some things the value of which cannot be expressed or evaluated.

Nobody, of course, dares to comment that your late arrival at the ball borders on rude instead of fashionable. The talk of the town, or rather the content of the hushed whispers that the speakers think cannot be heard over the music, is all about you and your husband.

About the way the regrator’s hand remains possessively on your lower back, both seemingly to guide you and to prevent you from straying too far away. In fact, it seems the closer you remain, the better. They talk about the many instances when his lips brush right against the shell of your ear whenever he’s talking to you privately. 

The whole hall wonders - did the ninth harbinger fall in love?

Tighnari

His ears twitch and turn in the direction of the sound that does not belong this deep in the forest. A smile’s already tugging on Tighnari’s lips when he listens for a moment longer and recognizes the voice as yours, accompanied by another’s. It’s impossible to keep you away from the more dangerous parts of the forest, he’s made peace with that, but he’s at least relieved you listened to him and didn’t venture this far alone. 

He finishes the task he was devoted to and is about to greet you and join you, should his company be welcomed, when he hears it. The way your voice drops lower, barely heard above the songs of the birds and the hum of the trees, and how it grows softer, fonder. For a moment he hesitates, some part of him worried about what he might hear because a tone like that is supposed to be reserved for him. Only it turns out it is.

He breaks into a wider smile - then he reels himself in. He shouldn’t be listening in on your private conversation, even if he’s the topic of it. A very, very cherished topic it seems. But his body won’t listen. His tail has a life of its own and his feet remain stuck to the ground. His expression grows softer, fonder. He might’ve remained there, staring in the direction of your voice like a fool if it wasn’t for his emotions simply growing too overwhelming. 

Tighnari grins sheepishly when you yelp the moment he appears from between the trees, more so when your friend suddenly has a very convenient excuse to flee - though he calls after them that they shouldn’t be by themselves in these parts. Even if he prefers to have you to himself. Suddenly it seems like all your eloquence disappeared. But that’s fine - that’s cute, he chuckles. He can do the talking now, if you only take his hand.

Zhongli

Idle chatter is a rare occurrence without the director around. Any sort of lively energy, really, especially on days like this one. And so with her out on business, Zhongli is intrigued by what made hushed conversation resonate through the empty halls of the parlor. Above all, he picks up your voice, strained by emotions. Hardly a surprise after the display you’ve all bore witness only hours prior.

Meaning to check on you, he approaches slowly. Yet finding himself to be the topic of the conversation, his steps pause, then stop altogether. His brows furrowed. It’s not that he doesn’t understand why the sudden outburst or why you’d feel the need to talk about your feelings with a third party - what he doesn’t understand is the trembling of his own heart. How can it still be so fragile after aeons of heartbreak?

Later, in the quiet privacy of your bedroom, Zhongli comes clean. It remains a mystery to him why his heart flutters again when he watches you get flustered - first by the realization, then by him recounting similar sentiments to you. It only gets strangers, the feeling shifts into an ache first, then into a stable pressure that feels almost crushing.

You’re lying on his chest, at his insistence as much as your desire to remain close to him. It’s been hours since he coaxed you to sleep but he himself can’t bring himself to drift off. He’s watching you, marvelling at the feeling stirring inside of him. Perhaps it is because of the funeral and the young widow you’ve all witnessed earlier, sobbing at her husband’s grave, that you are - that he is - so desperate to make the feelings you harbor for each other known. 

Zhongli turns his head, allowing himself to bury his face into your hair. The pressure in his chest doesn’t ease. His fingers itch to bring you closer, to hold you tighter.

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Owe

Yandere Sampo x gn reader

Tw: drugging, noncon/dubcon, unwilling participant in filming mentions, NSFW hints but nothing greatly descriptive

Slimy yandere Sampo who HATES owing favors. But... he sure loves being owed.

You've been stubborn and too smart. He just can't get you in his debts. You even just outright refuse his advances! He's been trying to be in your good graces. Get you to love him normally. He really truly just wants to love you and you be only his and he yours. You should love that. This man doesn't just give his heart out to everyone, after all.

And come on! Those favorite flowers of yours weren't exactly cheap, you know! Just for you to throw them to the ground and step on them, yelling at him you'll never love him. Ouch. You're breaking his poor little old heart...

Fine then. He'll play that game. He stops pestering you so much, giving you the thought he's finally given up.

One day he comes over and offers you your favorite sweet as an apology, asking for bygones to be bygones. Miraculously you let him in from the shock.

Forget the flowers. Forget everything. He knows and has grown the thought of no longer loving you (LIES). The sweet is too hard to resist being your favorite, even if you're still wary.

So you eat some of it, unaware of the sheer glee coursing through the man in front of you. He puts up an incredibly good front though, you'd never know what he's truly thinking unless a mind reader or memokeeper. Which luckily for him you're definitely not.

Your brain quickly starts becoming foggy, and a thick, nearly scalding feeling heat courses through your lower stomach.

Your vision gets attracted to the open parts to the side of his outfit by his hips, leaving the perverse thoughts of your legs squeezing around them.

Your eyes trail up the rest of his body, taking in every detail in a new light you previously didn't. Damn, did he always seem this hot? Why does he seem so kissable right now?

No! You hate him! He wouldn't leave you alone for WEEKS. He's a creep! He's annoying! Stop those thoughts!

Sampo can tell it's working, and goes in the for the kill. He gets up from his seat across the table from you and sits next to you, acting all concerned for his "friend"

All it takes is a few light touches on your thighs, cupping your face to "check if you're sick" before you pretty much pounce on him, unable to fight the searing warmth and foggy head any longer.

Sampo easily manages to haul you up, bringing you to your bedroom.

He acts displeased with how much you latch onto him, saying how now that he doesn't want you, you want him? This badly? Tsk, sure. He can take a favor to help you out this time. But you owe him a big one after~

He brings out his camera. Just in case you later think to try leaving him, this could be sent to SOO many things to screw you over. You wouldn't want that, hm? So don't leave him. And it can be used as a reminder how you owe him.

He hates it so much you're not lucid for right now, but he will memorize every little thing you like, and when he cashes that favor? He will make sure you will never even think of wanting someone else as your partner.

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An- If any of you dare say he couldn't lift a chubby or big reader, dude lifted FOUR people and carried them all the way into medical office in the underground. He can carry you. No ifs, ands, or buts.

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Yandere phainon x gn idea

So after so many cycles of amphoreus, I really feel like the heirs would have rather skewed morals.

So like maybe you're a new member to the express after they saved amphoreus, and go to visit with the trailblazer and dan heng.

Which is all fine and well, the heirs are welcoming obviously because of what the express helped do for them and everything.

But the catch is how questionably attached phainon rapidly becomes to you. And the heirs catch onto it quite quickly. Even before dan heng and trailblazer do.

So the heirs start doing everything to try making you stay whether morally right or not.

At first it's the basic bare minimum. If he's around they kinda cut their socialization with you and nudge you towards his direction.

Then a bit more questionable. Anaxa and hyacine having you be a bit of a test subject for a new strange elixir they've been working on to keep you pliant with him.

Aglaea smooth talking about how fate was set in stone for you and him to meet and be together.

Hell, even mydei joining in by mentioning how attentive phainon can be.

They keep prolonging your stay with the other two, which at first was quite easy. The other two wishing to experience around again now that everything doesn't hang on the line.

But then the three of you start getting heads up it's time to move on for now.

When you three tell them you need to leave soon, the atmosphere shifts.

The heirs know if they have to drag you into a dark room or force you somehow to be fully reliant on phainon, they will do so if you do try to leave.

After all, phainon has done so much, and they just want to keep him happy. It's the least he deserves, right? So go ahead and try your best to be happy too. For the better for everyone, stay in amphoreus willingly.

[weirdthinkingdragon]

finished the 3.8 patch and is it weird despite all this I'm still just... not attached to firefly? like yeah she's a great character and everything but something about it just feels so weird and maybe forced, like they're trying to MAKE you like her. MAKE you feel bad for her. and this is extra weird coming from someone with an autoimmune illness that could easily kill me. Not exactly the same but still. I should like her and kinda relate to her but I just can't. Prob thinking too much on it but yeesh it's eating at me

[weirdthinkingdragon]

The WHAT Stitch??

for my fellow women, I just heard of what a cursed "husband stitch" is, and is absolutely vile. I want to give a very not needed preach none of your favorite male characters from genshin, Wuwa, or hsr would ever even THINK of doing that to you.

Here's my take on a few of the men's thoughts:

Genshin men:

Diluc knows what it is. He's been around and has heard of such thing from some stories of his connections. It takes a surprising amount of effort not to hurt the doctor right then and there. However, they're swiftly revoked from duty and banned from ever coming near Angel's share or Dawn Winery ever again.

A... what stitch? Varka has never heard of it. But he really has to try to keep his cool once it's explained. Even more so when he asked if that would hurt you. He honestly thought it might be some sort of stitch that could be used to help make you heal faster to continue special activities together. But even then he's not dumb enough to not know that would cause pain too, so would still have denied it without a millisecond of hesitation. But knowing what it really is and does? NOPE. He makes sure to complain about it to Diluc and Jean later. They can be the ones to deal with that doctor and possibly more paperwork. He hasn't seen Jean that angry very often, so knows it was the right call. Glad it's not him this time.

Dottore finds it as an insult they even asked that. Yes, he's done experiments on you, yes he can be quite evil and manipulative, but he'd never do something so... useless. His experiments are to further science and test limits. But that? Something that would have absolutely no benefit? And would just ruin your "fun" time later? No. Well, a new test subject at least. He knows a few ways to make the doctor go through the pain they thought of putting you through, may as well return the favor, correct?

Tartaglia has heard of what it is from one of his siblings a while ago. He was watching over them and their friend brought it up. He's repulsed there's such a dirty decision to make someone he cares about go through such pain permanently. That doctor doesn't get to live to see the next sunrise, he makes sure of it. he can't let that doctor stay around in case they try to do that to his siblings in the future too.

(can archons even reproduce? eh it's fiction) Zhongli knows what it is being around for as long as he has, and even knows when it first started. Back then he didn't really care, but now he's much more appalled by humanity it's still a thing, and never expected out of all places and doctors to speak of such evil, it's the one in care of you. After returning to your home, he has Xiao swiftly take care of the man, protecting you in the future just in case they were selected again and many of his people. That will never be allowed if he can stop it. No, he will stop it, and keeps an ear out henceforth in case there are others who offer the same thing.

Baizhu knows, and shuts it down immediately. He knows it's an illegal practice, and for a very good reason. He's surprised the doctor doesn't know who he is, but looking at the appearance of said doctor, they must be new. He makes sure they don't get to keep their job long. It's also one time meeting with someone he lets Changsheng speak her mind and say whatever scathing words she wishes. Changsheng could have buried that doctor six feet under with just her words alone.

Wuwa:

Luuk knows obviously. But he takes his time with having the doctor stripped of their license. That doctor had to have learned such a medical malpractice from somewhere, and it might be a full ring of doctors he needs to have permanently removed. He's went through well enough pain on his own, he's sure as hell not going to let his love go through any unnecessary pain if he can help it. Even during the birth he kept himself calm, almost taking over for the one full of malpractice decisions. They even tried to deny giving you pain relief. Oh that got his blood boiling.

Jiyan surprisingly didn't know what it was, despite being so involved in the medical field. He believes it's because that was so minimally offered and asked for, his family never taught him about it, as well as he was too focused on helping heal on the battlefield. He was quite surprised to learn of such a thing when the doctor asked and explained. There's such malpractice floating around now?? He vows once things can calm down a bit more, he's going on a search for such malpractice and shutting it down hard. He's righteous, but he did temporarily have the thought of dragging those doctors onto the battlefield to prevent them from ever possibly taking advantage of vulnerable women again. The only thing stopping him is he knows if they go that low already, they wouldn't be past shoving his hard-working soldiers in from of them as a sacrifice if it came down to it.

Brant didn't know. The doctor wouldn't fully explain it to him, but his instinct told him to say no, so that's what he did. Unfortunately, because of the previous times, he found out one of his crew had it done to them, and the permanent pain it causes. He could tell it was a bit awkward to the woman when the topic came up, but he was so glad she was able to push through and inform him. He put in place to make sure none of his crew thought that was an okay thing to do. He will not have such unsafe people in his crew, no matter their background.

hsr:

Phainon didn't know, but there was a short window where he messaged Anaxa, asking him if he knew what it was. Anaxa didn't sugarcoat it, and warned him to NOT let that doctor do so under any circumstance they may try to give him to allow it to happen. He felt rather betrayed such important people can willingly do something so horrible. He makes sure to stay close to you in case that doctor got any ideas after he very firmly told them no.

In speaking of such, Anaxa is incredibly disgusted someone in such an intelligent field would be willing to do such a thing even full well knowing the consequences. They should not be allowed to keep practicing in said field, and goes to give a... brutal reminder, so to put it.

Argenti never heard of it, but not even he was blinded enough at how beautiful you still are, and how such great life was formed to be blinded what they informed to what it was. He managed to keep calm, but was dangerously close to pulling out his weapon and aiming it at the doctor to protect you in such a vulnerable moment. He would not let your beautiful body be tarnished in such a rash, permanent, ugly, decision. His personality flips a 180 as he very firmly tells the doctor no, shocking them at the tone difference. They can tell they messed up.

Caelus didn't know, but was dangerously close to saying yes to it. The doctor kept dodging his question, speaking it in a riddle, trying to get him to agree to it by saying it will help him in the future. But what would that have to do with anything? His chest with the stellaron hurt as if saying it was a bad idea. Quite similarly to Phainon, he asked someone who might know. Well, both actually for who ever might answer first. They both in what seemed record time answered by text and told him what it was, and to not allow it to happen. That they're coming immediately. They even brought Himeko to help you while the three took care of the problem. The place made an enemy of the express for trying to attempt such a thing.

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Thin Patience

Can't stop thinking about a self indulgent modern au of yandere Mydei and Phainon with insecure reader who refuses both their advances.

Not because reader doesn't like the two back, but they just know the love the two has for them will not last long and they want to save themselves the heartache, so reader (painfully to all three of you) keep pushing them back into the friend zone no matter what they try.

But their patience is wearing thin...

And finally snaps when you try to date someone else to help the two move on. For one because of how much they can hear the date talking down to you.

And two... they're right here. Maybe it's time they push through the limit and finally just show you how much they love you.

As well as not let the man live obviously

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Not Again

Phainon x gn you

This has likely already been done but this is my spin on it. Based on his version of the note given for the anniversary.

Hurt/comfort. Idk why I went with this way.

You're not the trailblazer, but came with trailblazer and Dan heng but isn't really mentioned.

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Phainon stirs roughly in his sleep, having too familiar, too aching nightmares of yet more vile blood having to stain his hands. His blade shoved deep with their expression-

Phainon bolts upright, breath coming and going in short, aggressive bursts. His whole body shakes, fighting him itself. Is he fighting it? Is it even his body?

His hand instonctively pats over to your side of the bed, trying to feel the comfort of your skin. He needs to hold you tight. He must have let go of you in his sleep.

It's oddly cold. He looks over to your side of the bed. You're not here. You'renothere YOU'RENOTHERE.

Nononono he cannot be another cycle! It was... he can't do it again. You're supposed to be here.

Was everything fake? Wrong? Is it still happening yet again? Is it a dream within a dream?

He hears footsteps walk towards his room.

It's you!

You came back into the room holding a cup of water this late at night. Only half-full from not wanting to leave the bed too long this early.

It's quickly dropped and forgotten, landing on the stone floor when you notice his state. You swiftly walk over to Phainon who has his hands gripped firmly in his hair. He's dangerously close to ripping clumps of it out.

Your hands grasp his wrists, causing him to freeze and really lock onto you, realizing he can feel your touch.

He immediately unclenches his hands and reaches them forward, lunging at you and wraps his arms incredibly tightly around you. You can barely breathe, but let him continue to calm down.

This night seems like a worse one than usual. He must have dreamt of one of the more worse cycles, you guess. But you're not going to ask unless he's willing to share.

He's still shaking, but it quickly calms down. Whether because of you or he forced himself to get a grip like he must have had to do at some point before shall also remain a mystery to you.

Phainon is lost in his thoughts of you. You're here. It's not... it's not a cycle. "It can't be a thing anymore. You wouldn't-" his frantic mumbling was almost indecipherable to you.

You cut him off and give a quick kiss to his lips to silence him.

"It's not. You're okay. There are no more cycles. This is real. You're okay. I'm here... I'm here, and I'm not leaving. Nothing will make me, I won't let it."

This weakness only you ever see. He keeps the happy-ish front to all his friends still, afraid of telling them anything to bother them more. They've been through enough on their own. He can't let them ever know he's still this affected. But it hurts to cage those emotions. The one thing he held so firmly on to stay on his mission is now the one thing still haunting him. Still destroying him from the inside.

They know. He knows they know what he's been through, but ever talking about it chokes him up in a way he utterly despises.

A part of it is easier with you. It could be because he never had to kill you in any cycles.

...But he still doesn't wish to talk about it. At least not right now.

He just... let him hold you.

He yanks you over the bed to lay on his bare chest.

You take a moment to shuffle into a little more comfortable position.

Once it's found, Phainon knows immediately and wraps his arms around you again. With your head close enough to his chest you can hear his heartbeat finally slowing back down.

Phainon is not tired anymore, but he just wishes to keep looking at you.

The two of you for a possibly concerning amount of time just keep staring into each other's eyes, before your eyes trail to his nose instead, having his slight tilt his head in curiosity why you're so fixated there now.

You reach a hand up and keep pestering the tip of his nose with repeated boop taps of your pointer finger. "Should I bite it?"

That threw him off. You love seeing him with that bewildered expression. It shows he's regained clarity. "Bite my nose? Now why would you want to do that?"

You manage to lightly shrug despite still being clutched tightly. "I don't know. Just seems awfully biteable right now."

That makes him let out a chuckle.

"Careful now. Is that a threat or a promise? I might just have to do a little nibble on yours back."

"Oh, really? Well that might just be making it more tempting."

His soft smile he gives melts your heart.

Being able to see more of him right now also makes you finally realize something.

There's a faint light coming through the window, and with the silence of the room the faint sound of birds can be heard chirping outside in the early morning air.

It's dawn.

[weirdthinkingdragon]

New Crack ship idea: phainon x argenti.

Ship name Burningthorns?

Sunpetals?

Searingradiance?

I need to think of more possible ship names but these came at the top of my head.

Now it might be in one of the events I haven't played yet, or mentioned in planarcadia which I'm not at yet, but you can't tell me if Argenti learned what that poor man was put through and preservered, he wouldn't be incredibly entranced and praise Phainon like no tomorrow.

Despite Phainon's personality, I can see him getting quite flustered by the praise if he heard Argenti's speeches of him.

We all know Phainon. Dude's a bit of a playful ragebaiter when he feels like it. He'd totally try to tease Argenti back, only for it to fly over the beautiful man's red head and he gives Phainon even MORE praise.

Please... Phainon deserves it.

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Is it just me or is something wrong with launchers for gachas lately?

Like for wuthering waves it keeps freezing where I can't click anything and have to alt+4 way too often. Tried redoing the game files, restarting laptop, even lowering graphics BUT IT STILL DOES IT.

And even with star rail it's frequently crashing or when I try to log off it says "star rail is not responding". I'm so confused. Can't be my computer itself. It's not even 3 years old and I don't go on unsafe sites.

Genshin it has seemed minimal but idk. It still shouldn't be a thing at all.

[weirdthinkingdragon]

anyone that plays hsr in America server wanna add me? I need more Phainon cakes lol. Or Anaxa, Aventurine, Welt, Dan Heng would be good too. Currently have Firefly, Clara, and Ratio cakes for ya. Or even if not, I'm fine with just more active people on my friends list.

uid: 605192603 if interested

[cloverbbun]

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── ⟢ 𝑳𝒖𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒂

You didn't expect it to feel this overwhelming — drawn out and every nerve in your body on fire under the slow but precise movements of his hand. Luocha watched you with unnerving focus, eyes half lidded but sharp as his other hand gently rested on your hipbone while two of his fingers curled up inside you repeatedly.

"Still with me?" he asked with a sickening sweet voice, although it had a certain edge to it, as if he already knew the answer but wanted to hear you say it.

You nodded helplessly, but it wasn't convincing with the way you looked so absolutely fucked out of your mind. Your body was writhing under his touch, thighs trembling and your breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. His fingers didn't move fast, but they moved deep, hitting that same maddening spot that had you seeing stars until your walls clenched and fluttered around his invading digits. His thumb barely ghosted over your sensitive clit, just enough pressure to push you closer to the edge, but not enough to send you over it just yet.

"Good girl," he praised with a hushed voice as his other hand gently nudged your thighs apart once again, your body subconsciously closing them from the overwhelming sensation. "Stay open for me, love." his breath ghosted over your skin as he pressed a kiss to the side of your knee, putting himself between your thighs to keep them spread open.

Your hands clutched at the sheets, desperate for something to ground you. Everything was slick and oh so sensitive — all to much but not quite enough. Luocha adjusted the angle of his fingers subtly and you cried out in pleasure, back arching off the mattress as a surge of hot pleasure spread through your core. Your legs kicked and your hips jolted without control.

"I- Luocha, I c-can't-" You didn't even know what you were saying anymore, words jumbling up in your head and coming out as babbled nonsense.

"Yes, you can," he murmured, a bit firmer now as if he was coaxing something fragile out of you. "Don't fight it."

That was enough to make the knot inside your lower belly to snap. Your body convulsed, the pleasure blinding and raw. You felt yourself gush around his fingers, unable to stop even as you whimpered and tried to pull away. Luocha didn't stop — he slowed his movements, grounding you and helped you through it while keeping his fingers right where you needed them to be.

When your breathing finally evened out, your eyes fluttered open again just to see him sitting between your thighs, fingers covered in your juices. His expression didn't change much, but there was a subtle curl to his lips.

"So that's what you were holding back, hm?" He mused softly as his fingers ever so gently nudged against your sweet spot just to tease you again. "You should let me take you apart like this more often."

── ⟢ 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍

Boothill had you laid out and panting with just two fingers, working relentlessly on your cunt. His knuckles and wrist flexing with a lazy rhythm that didn't match the speed in which your orgasm built. His other hand rested casually on your thigh, his thumb drawing small circles on your leg as if he had all the time in the world. The cold metal was a stark contrast against your hot skin.

"Darn, sugar," he drawled, eyes flicking up from between your thighs, half lidded and amused. "You're squeezin' me like you're tryin' to trap me in there," his voice sounded mocking as he flashed you a grin with his sharp teeth.

You moaned and your hips bucked under his touch which made him grin knowingly, yet he didn't change the pace. His fingers curled just right, finding that soft spot that had your legs shaking. He knew you were close, never had to ask if you're gonna come for him — he felt how your walls fluttered and how your breath hitched with those high pitched whimpers, reserved for moments like these.

"Just let go," he murmured with a low voice and made it sound like gentle encouragement. "Ain't no shame in getting a lil messy." He mused and bit your thigh, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave indents with his teeth.

His fingers pressed against your sweet spot a little harder now, his thumb rolling over your clit with just the right pressure and your whole body stiffened, arching from the bed. Once your orgasm washed over you, it felt like a tidal wave hitting you — hard and overwhelming. You gasped, your thighs trembled as you gushed clear liquid, soaking his hands, the sheets and even hitting his face that was casually resting against your thigh.

He laughed when it stopped, not mocking or cruel but amused like he'd expected it and was damn proud of himself. "Well would ya look at that," His fingers eased up but didn't leave you, still lazily stroking you through the aftershocks as your body shook with pleasure.

You tried to catch your breath, face burning but he just leaned over you, licking your juices off of his knuckles without any hint of shame. "Gonna have to clean this up" he mused and let his fingers drag through your drenched folds. "Bet I can wring a little more outta you, darlin'."

── ⟢ 𝑱𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒂𝒏

Your legs were pinned back against your chest, folded tight beneath Jing Yuan's weight, his palms pressed firm against the back of your thighs to keep you in place. He was so deep, hips grinding slow and steady into you, and every thrust hit that spot deep inside of you that made your eyes roll back and your breath catch in your throat.

"Feels good?" He asked, voice low and warm, a little too calm for the way he was fucking you. His hair clung to his shoulders, sweat beading at his temples and his golden eyes never left your face. He smiled when your answer came out in a whimper instead of words.

"Mm... I'll take that as a yes," he whispered as he dragged his hips back with a wet slide until only his tip remained inside before thrusting back inside — deeper and harder. Your back arched and a broken moan escaped your lips as your thighs started to tremble in his grasp.

You couldn't run, couldn't even squirm. He had you open and helpless beneath him, dripping all over his cock with every thrust. The pressure inside your core kept building, tighter and hotter, until your walls clenched around him like a vice, milking him for all that he had to offer. Yet, his pace didn't falter. Jing Yuan was deliberate, watching your body like it told him everything he needed to know.

"You're close," he hummed more to himself than to you, almost as if he was pleased with how messy you were getting. He shifted his hips ever so slightly but it was enough to have him fucking against your sweet spot that made your breath hitch. "Right there, isn't it?" It was almost teasing.

You nodded, wanting to speak but your voice broke into a cry as the orgasm rippled through your body unannounced. A rush of wetness squirted out of you mid thrust, soaking your cunt, splashing onto his stomach and dripping down onto the sheets. Your body jolted with pleasure, hips bucking wildly and thighs shaking uncontrollably.

He groaned low in his throat at the sensation but he didn't stop. Instead, his thrusts grew rougher, the obscene squelching of your pussy only making him work harder. "There it is," he muttered almost reverent before leaning down, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. "Think you can do that again for me?" It wasn't a question, more so a dare — He'd make you gush around him again before he allowed himself his own release.

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Man, rereading my fics back when I did first person makes me cringe so hard. And all the grammar, spelling, and scene mistakes that ended up a little confusing. Maybe within the next few weeks if there's time I'm going to edit them and change to how I write now. Maybe it'll help me get out of this creative funk I'm falling into again