#fem phaidei

[aratribow]

"Cat got your tongue?"

[march-is-not-dead]

I just discovered fem phaidei and something awakened in the gay part of my brain

[moshaeu]

the fic made me do it

https://poipiku.com/11747569/11880178.html

[devdozes]

I loved the haunted train fic!!! I was wondering if you could somehow do one where they go to explore haunted house, but like the three of them — with mydei. It would be so funny seeing them there trying to escape

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND FELLOW MONARCH :3

The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the old mansion at the end of the road. Its stone walls were covered with ivy, the windows dark and cracked like hollow eyes watching the night. The faint sound of wind moaning through the trees added to the unsettling atmosphere.

You, Phainon, and Mydei stood in front of the house, staring up at it.

"Well, this is definitely not what I expected," you muttered, glancing at Phainon, who was bouncing on his feet like an excited child.

"Come on! It’s a haunted house! It’ll be fun!" Phainon grinned, his cerulean blue eyes sparkling. "We can mess with the ghosts, scare them off, or, you know, become best friends with them." He winked at you as though that was the most logical thing in the world.

You snorted. "Yeah, because that's totally how haunted houses work." You glanced at Mydei, who stood a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, looking like he was seriously reconsidering this whole idea.

"Let’s just get this over with," Mydei grumbled, his voice deep and steady. His ash blonde hair with the red tips caught the moonlight as he looked up at the house, the golden sharpness of his eyes cutting through the darkness. Even though he was always grumpy and reserved, there was a protective air about him—especially when it came to the two of you.

Phainon, always the troublemaker, didn’t seem to notice Mydei’s evident lack of enthusiasm. "Don’t be such a downer, Mydei! We're here for adventure!" He nudged Mydei with his elbow, and the grumpy man flinched.

Mydei shot him a sharp glare. "I’m not a damn child, Phainon. You’re the one acting like a hyped-up puppy," he snapped, stepping forward, his broad shoulders tensing as he adjusted his grip on the flashlight.

Phainon smirked, unfazed by Mydei’s usual grumpy demeanor. "Oh, I’ll act however I damn well please," he replied, sticking out his tongue. "Besides, you don’t get to act all cool when we’re about to step into a haunted mansion. You’re just as scared as me!" He shot Mydei a teasing grin.

"I’m not scared," Mydei growled, his voice low. "I just don’t like wasting my time."

"Yeah, sure. That’s why you’re about to faint from fear," Phainon teased, poking him in the ribs. "And I bet I’ll get more ghost friends than you. I’m just way more approachable."

Mydei shot Phainon a deadpan look. "You think that thing will like you more? It’d eat you first, just to shut you up."

Phainon laughed. "I’m irresistible, though! Maybe I’ll make it fall in love with me!"

You had to laugh, shaking your head. "You two are ridiculous."

Phainon stuck out his tongue and skipped ahead, completely ignoring Mydei, who stood in place for a moment, shaking his head as he muttered something under his breath.

"I can’t believe I’m stuck with these two..." Mydei grumbled to himself. He let out an exaggerated sigh before following you and Phainon toward the door.

The entrance creaked ominously as you pushed it open. Dust and cobwebs lined the corners of the hallway as the smell of mildew filled the air.

Phainon, ever the optimist, clapped his hands together. "This is gonna be so good! Look at how spooky this is!"

Mydei raised an eyebrow at Phainon. "I can’t tell if you’re genuinely excited or just trying to annoy me."

Phainon grinned, his eyes dancing. "Why not both?"

"Because you’re insufferable," Mydei muttered, his hand on the hilt of the sword he had brought along just in case things got... interesting.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips. These two, with their chaotic energy, had a way of making even the most terrifying situations feel like a joke. Though, deep down, you knew they had each other's backs. Even if they argued constantly, there was an unspoken bond between them.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the house, causing you to flinch. You turned to Phainon, who had accidentally knocked a pile of dusty books off a table.

"Phainon!" Mydei hissed, eyes narrowing. "You almost gave me a damn heart attack!"

"What?! It wasn’t my fault! The books just wanted to fall!" Phainon defended himself, grinning like an idiot.

Mydei crossed his arms, his posture rigid. "You’re not even funny. I swear, every time you open your mouth, I lose ten years off my life."

"Yeah, well, at least I make this fun," Phainon shot back, sticking out his tongue. "You just stand there looking like a big, scary statue."

You shook your head at the bickering, but it was hard to suppress your smile. Despite their constant arguing, you loved how much they cared for each other.

Suddenly, there was another noise from deeper inside the house—a creaking sound, followed by a soft whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. Your hand instinctively reached for Phainon’s sleeve, and you didn’t miss the way Mydei’s eyes flicked to you, though his expression remained impassive.

"What was that?" you whispered, heart pounding.

"Probably just the house settling," Mydei replied, though his voice was quieter now, more cautious. "Let’s keep moving. We don’t want to get stuck in here."

Phainon bounced on his heels, a mischievous grin on his face. "I’m just waiting for the ghosts to come out and freak you both out. They’ll run scared when they see my beautiful face."

"That’s the last thing they’ll do," Mydei muttered under his breath.

"Ha! You’re just jealous," Phainon shot back, raising an eyebrow at Mydei. "You wish you were as charming as me."

Mydei just growled in response.

The three of you ventured deeper into the mansion, navigating the winding halls and dodging more falling bookshelves. The walls were covered in eerie portraits with eyes that seemed to follow you. At one point, Phainon had to stifle a laugh as one of the portraits fell off the wall and crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces.

"Whoops!" Phainon exclaimed. "Guess the ghosts don’t like art."

"You’re impossible," Mydei groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Before you could respond, a chill swept through the room, and the lights flickered, casting long shadows across the walls.

"Okay... that was definitely not the wind," Phainon muttered, suddenly serious.

"Yeah," you said quietly, your heart thumping in your chest. "I think we should go."

But just as you turned to leave, the door at the end of the hallway slammed shut, trapping you inside.

Phainon’s grin was back in an instant. "See? I told you, I’m irresistible."

Mydei didn’t even look amused anymore. "You better get us out of here before I strangle you."

The door slammed shut with a deafening thud, the sound echoing down the hall. You froze, your pulse quickening, and Phainon let out a laugh that was a little too forced.

"Well, this is fine. Totally fine," Phainon said, his voice faltering just slightly. His usual grin was now replaced with a nervous smile, but his eyes still sparkled with that mischievous glint. "I’m sure it’s just, you know, some natural phenomena causing the door to lock by itself."

"Phainon," Mydei’s voice was low and dangerous, a tone you had only heard when he was truly upset, his fingers flexing as if itching for something to punch. "I swear to the gods, if this is your doing—"

"Oh no, no, no!" Phainon interrupted quickly, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I swear it wasn't me!" He gave a half-hearted laugh but quickly stopped as he looked around, his eyes scanning the room as if expecting something to jump out at him at any moment.

Mydei exhaled, clearly not impressed. "Let's just find a way out before this place decides it wants to trap us inside."

You didn’t have to say anything. Mydei’s words were enough to make you move faster, even though the darkness seemed to stretch on forever, pressing in around you. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. The last thing you needed was to panic right now.

You approached the door and turned the handle, but it was no use. The door was locked from the other side. Something was holding it shut. The temperature in the room dropped again, and this time, it wasn’t from the wind. You felt it—a cold, creeping sensation that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Alright, this is getting real now," Phainon whispered, his voice uncharacteristically tense. He had wandered off a little, his fingers lightly grazing the walls of the hallway. "So, let’s figure out what’s going on here before we become ghost food, yeah?"

But it was Mydei who stepped forward, his large frame blocking your view of the door. His golden eyes were narrowed, scanning the surroundings with that quiet intensity he always had.

"Stay close," he ordered, his voice more serious than you had ever heard it. "Don’t stray."

You and Phainon exchanged a quick glance. The playful energy from earlier had evaporated, replaced by something else—something unspoken. Despite Mydei’s grumpy exterior, his protective instincts were always there when it counted. He wasn’t just trying to act tough for the sake of it. He was looking out for you both.

Phainon nodded, now a little more subdued, and followed behind you, staying close to Mydei.

As you ventured further down the hallway, you noticed the walls seemed to pulse with an unnatural rhythm, the shadows in the corners almost alive. The flickering lights overhead didn’t help the situation. Every time the light went out, your heartbeat sped up, your fingers twitching in anticipation of something horrific. But when the lights flickered back on, the hallway was exactly as it had been before.

"Okay, I’m officially creeped out," Phainon whispered. "This place is messed up. And I don’t mean the good kind of messed up, either."

"I know," you muttered, barely above a whisper. "This doesn’t feel right."

Mydei’s eyes flicked from side to side. "The air feels heavier the further we go. Stay alert."

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hall, and you all froze.

It was slow, deliberate. Footsteps that weren’t yours. They came closer, echoing off the walls like a reminder that you weren’t alone.

You clenched your fists, trying not to let your nerves show. "This isn’t funny anymore," you whispered, but Phainon, ever the optimist, was already spinning on his heel to face the noise. His usual grin returned.

"Oh, come on! It’s just a ghost trying to scare us. Big whoop." Phainon chuckled nervously, his voice faltering. "I bet it’s just some clumsy spirit tripping over its own ectoplasm."

But Mydei’s face had gone deathly pale. "No... That’s not it," he muttered, his eyes hardening as he reached for his weapon.

Before any of you could react, the door at the far end of the hallway slammed open, and a rush of cold air swept into the room. A shadowy figure stood in the doorway, its shape barely visible in the dim light. The faintest whisper could be heard, a haunting voice that filled the space.

"Leave... now..."

You shuddered, taking a step back as Phainon’s eyes widened. "That is not just some clumsy ghost," Phainon whispered under his breath.

Mydei pushed past you both, his muscles tensing as he slowly advanced toward the door. "Stay behind me," he ordered, his voice steady despite the growing tension in the air.

You, now fully aware of the danger surrounding you, didn’t question Mydei’s command. You stayed behind him, close to Phainon.

"Who are you?" Mydei called out into the dark doorway, his voice firm and demanding. "What do you want from us?"

There was a long pause.

Then the figure stepped forward, and the air turned even colder. You felt the icy fingers of fear crawl up your spine. The spirit was tall, its body translucent, its face hollow and shrouded in shadows. Its empty eyes locked onto you with a silent intensity.

The voice came again—soft, hollow, but unmistakable. "You shouldn’t have come here..."

You felt a chill ripple through your bones as the spirit’s hollow gaze turned toward you. Your throat tightened, and you instinctively stepped closer to Mydei.

Phainon, however, didn’t seem phased. He took a step forward and waved at the spirit. "Yo, are you the ghost that owns this creepy house? You know, it’s a little bit of a dump. Not to mention, super haunted. Pretty bad for business, don’t you think?" He gave a big grin, though there was a hint of nervousness in his voice.

The spirit’s gaze flickered to Phainon, and for a moment, it seemed as though the air itself had turned to ice.

"You—" it hissed, and its voice split into a chorus of whispers. "You disturb what is sacred."

Phainon’s grin faltered, but he stood his ground. "Yeah, yeah. I’m sure whatever you’re upset about could’ve been avoided if you had a better sense of hospitality. But we don’t mind the haunting, really. We’re used to spooks." He winked at you, trying to keep the mood light, even if it wasn’t working.

Mydei, on the other hand, stepped forward, his jaw clenched. "Enough." His voice was a commanding growl, filled with authority. "We’re leaving. You won’t stop us."

The spirit tilted its head, and with that, the walls of the hallway began to shift, the space warping like it was breathing. The temperature dropped further, and the whispers grew louder, more frantic.

"You will regret this..." The spirit's voice grew deeper, more menacing. "You will never leave..."

Mydei didn’t hesitate. With a swift motion, he turned, grabbing your arm and yanking you toward him. Phainon, following behind you, was grinning again, but it was a nervous grin this time.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s get out of here before it gets any more upset!" Phainon said, eyes scanning the walls as the house seemed to press in on you.

With Mydei leading the way, the three of you ran, navigating through the maze of corridors, trying to outrun the angry spirit and the curses it hurled at you.

As you and Mydei rushed through the hallway, Phainon was right on your heels, practically tripping over his own feet as his usual cheeriness turned into pure panic. "I don't like this! I really don’t like this!" he yelped, almost knocking into a lamp as he scrambled to keep up with you both. "Why do we always end up in these situations? Why are we the ones getting chased by ghosts?!"

You shot him a glance, still trying to focus on not getting actually murdered, but Phainon’s wide-eyed expression was enough to break your concentration. “Seriously, Phainon? Right now?”

“I don’t know what’s happening!” Phainon screeched, his voice a little higher than normal, making you wonder how he was still managing to hold it together in some odd, comical way. "The ghost’s pissed! And now it’s making everything all… spooky!!"

“I swear, I’m going to start screaming,” you muttered, your voice getting shaky as the air around you grew colder. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, and the whispers—oh god—the whispers were getting louder. You swore you could almost hear them saying your name.

Phainon, not helping in the slightest, suddenly screeched, "Oh my god, it’s behind us! It’s right there!!" He whipped around dramatically, his hands flailing in the air as though he could somehow ward off the spirit by sheer panic.

It wasn’t behind you. It wasn’t anywhere close.

"Mydei!" Phainon wailed, grabbing his arm dramatically. "Save meeee!"

Mydei barely even flinched, his sharp golden eyes scanning their surroundings with that ever-present air of annoyance, but underneath it, you could see him trying not to chuckle. "Phainon, stop acting like a child," he growled, not missing a beat. “The ghost's not going to catch us if you keep screaming like a little girl.”

"Oh, so we’re doing the ‘who’s the toughest’ thing now, huh?!" Phainon’s voice cracked on the last word, making the tension in the air almost unbearable. "You just wait, my frightened little heart can’t take much more! I'm not cut out for this!" He clutched his chest, looking like he was going to have a heart attack right there. "Just let me live!!"

Mydei, sighing heavily, muttered, “You’re such a pain.”

Before you could stop yourself, you let out a short, nervous laugh. "Yeah, I think we’ve all been a little too dramatic here…"

As you tried to ignore the rising sense of dread in your chest, the spirit’s eerie whispers grew louder. Phainon’s eyes widened and suddenly, without warning, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a perfectly timed scream of sheer terror as the shadows seemed to swirl around you.

“IT’S COMING FOR US!!!”

“Phainon, stop!” you hissed, tugging your arm away as he clung to you like a frightened koala, causing you to stumble forward.

“Oh no!” Phainon gasped, looking around wildly. “The ghost is too strong for us!!”

“No, Phainon!” you groaned, holding back another burst of laughter. “The ghost isn’t real, it’s just some shadowy figure trying to scare us!”

"Trying to scare us?! It's succeeding!" he practically screamed, his voice cracking in a most undignified way. He was full on panicking now, his hands scrambling for anything to grab onto. “It’s getting closer! Do you feel that?! The temperature is dropping!”

“I think the temperature’s been dropping since we got in here,” Mydei said with a bored expression, walking ahead, clearly done with Phainon’s theatrics.

“Stop being so calm!” Phainon wailed, "How can you be calm in this haunted house?!" His hand shot out, grabbing a nearby table for dear life. “My life is flashing before my eyes!!”

“Dramatic much?” you said, trying not to laugh at his antics. "Calm down, I don’t think it’s—"

Suddenly, the lights went out.

The three of you froze in place, the only sound the soft thrum of your own heartbeat.

And then… the whispering returned. Louder. Closer.

“Oh, hell no,” Phainon squeaked, his voice going up an octave higher. "I knew it! I knew it was going to—"

“Phainon, for the love of god, stop screaming,” Mydei growled, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice now, his arms crossed. "You’re more of a nuisance than the actual ghost."

“Oh, shut up,” Phainon whined, now clinging to your side like a human shield. "We’re all going to die here. I just know it!"

“Mydei, is it actually behind us now?” you whispered, feeling a chill creep down your spine as you glanced over your shoulder.

“No,” Mydei answered nonchalantly, “But it’s definitely getting closer.”

You turned back around to see Phainon’s face, which had somehow turned a shade paler than usual.

The whispers grew louder again. And then—

A chair suddenly flipped over behind you with a loud crash, causing all three of you to freeze. Phainon was the first to scream, and this time, his scream was not a small, panicked shout—it was a full-on, high-pitched scream that could rival the most frightened cat.

“WAAAAH!” Phainon shrieked, literally jumping behind you and clinging to Mydei’s back like some kind of terrified parasite.

"Mydei!!" you shouted, barely able to contain your own laughter as you backed up. "Do something! Phainon’s gonna cause a scene."

“I am the scene!” Phainon continued, barely making any sense as he clung to Mydei like he was some kind of lifeline. "I’ll scream all the way to the afterlife if I have to, but I am NOT dealing with this haunted disaster!"

“Will you shut up?” Mydei grumbled, clearly losing his patience.

But it was too late.

A shadow suddenly shot out from the corner, and in one fluid motion, a cold hand clasped around your wrist, making you yelp and pull away.

"Okay, okay!! I’m out! I’m OUT!" Phainon screamed at the top of his lungs, finally snapping into full-on survival mode, and pulling you both toward the door. “THIS WAS A MISTAKE! I’M NEVER GOING INTO A HAUNTED HOUSE AGAIN!!”

With Phainon dragging you by the arm, Mydei let out a sharp huff, but even he couldn’t hide the small smirk forming at the corners of his lips as he followed along.

“Let’s just go before he burns down the whole damn house,” Mydei muttered under his breath.

And somehow, you all managed to escape… barely.

SORRY ITS SHORT IM WORKING ON AN UNBIELVABLY LONG PHAINON FIC RN!! IF YOU ALL WANT TO BE TAGGED IN THE FIC, PLEASE DM ABT AND UH COMMENT, ILL TAG YOU ALL :3

[vimcy]

GIVE ME MORE GENDERSWAPPED QUEER SHIPS PLEASEEEEE AHAGGAHAGAGGAGAGAGGAGAGAGGAGAGGAGAG artists i love you all please never stop

[serkes]

me hitting mydei with the lesbian beam

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

COCKWARING, ☆ ft. mydei & phainon.

paring : mydei x bratty fem!reader x phainon.

tws : nsfw / smut. creampie (anal & vaginal), chocking, phaidei sandwich, biting, cōckdrunk reader, dumbification, hair pullling, size kink, reader mentioned to have curly hair, p*rn with no plot, cūmstuffed, belly bulge and messy sēx. minors do not interact.

Your curls were clinging to your face, soaked with sweat and drool, bouncing with every thrust. You couldn’t even beg properly anymore—your mouth was open, tongue out, a trail of spit dripping from your lips.

Phainon was underneath you, cock buried so deep in your pussy you could feel it in your ribs. Every time he bottomed out, your breath hitched, your vision blurred, your fingers clenched uselessly around his shoulders.

And behind you—Mydei was a fucking animal.

His cock was thick, rough, mean, splitting your ass open without mercy. His hand was twisted in your hair, tugging your head back so you could barely breathe. His breath was hot against your neck, and his voice was low and filthy in your ear.

“Look at you.”

Your belly was stretched, bulging visibly with the size of both of them inside you, pressing so deep their cocks were pushing against each other through your body. You glanced down and saw it—your stomach shifting with every brutal thrust.

“Fuck,” you slurred. “Can’t—can’t take it—‘s too big—”

Phainon chuckled, calm and cruel, his fingers tweaking your nipples while he rolled his hips just enough to make you squirm. “You’re taking it. Look how pretty you are like this. All stuffed, all stretched… you were made for this.”

You sobbed and gasped, your whole body twitching.

Mydei growled against your ear, then bit into your shoulder, hard enough to leave bruises, and slammed forward. You screamed—his cock ground deep into your guts, and your ass clenched around him like it was desperate to keep him inside.

“Keep crying,” he said through gritted teeth. “I want you to fucking cry while we fill you.”

You were already leaking—your cunt dripping all over Phainon’s thighs, the mix of your slick and their precum soaking everything. Your skin was marked in fingerprints, teeth, sweat. You were nothing but their toy now.

Phainon shifted and grabbed your waist, fucking up into you harder, each stroke knocking the breath out of you. He was smiling, calm, gentle in the way he held you—cruel in the way he bottomed out every single time.

“Bet you can’t even think anymore, can you?” he whispered, tugging at your nipples. “Look at you. Just a stupid hole with curls bouncing while we ruin you.”

You couldn’t answer. You couldn’t even blink. Your eyes were glassy, rolling back, your lips parted as tears spilled down your cheeks.

Mydei pulled your head back further by your hair and wrapped his hand around your throat. He squeezed, and your moan came out strangled, breathless.

“You want us to stuff you full?” he hissed, cock pounding deep into your ass. “Want your pretty little belly all pumped full of cum?”

“Yes,” you choked, drool dripping down your chin. “Please, please—want it—need it—fill me—”

Phainon moaned low in his throat. “Then take it.”

Your body clenched hard as both of them slammed into you at once—and then they came.

It hit you like a truck.

Mydei grunted as his cock twitched inside your ass, thick streams of cum spilling deep into you. The warmth of it filled your insides, pressure building until your belly visibly swelled more.

Phainon wasn’t far behind—he gasped, hands gripping your hips, cock twitching deep in your cunt as he pumped you full, thick and hot, until it spilled out around his base and soaked the sheets.

You couldn’t even scream. You just spasmed, pussy clenching down and milking him for everything, your whole body shaking with the force of it.

They didn’t pull out.

They kept you there—Phainon holding your waist, Mydei pressing your back to his chest, his hand still around your throat, both cocks twitching inside you while your belly swelled, sticky and overstretched, so full you could feel it sloshing.

You were just a whimpering.

“Good girl,” Phainon whispered, lips brushing your jaw. “You were made for this.”

“Still think you’re a brat?” Mydei asked, breath hot and heavy.

You tried to answer, but all that came out was a little moan and more drool.

“Didn’t think so.”

Your body felt like melted sugar—warm, sticky, and useless.

Your thighs were trembling, twitching every now and then when aftershocks rippled through your muscles. Your belly was swollen, flushed and sensitive, their cum still tucked deep inside you where it had no choice but to stay. You’d been stuffed full. Used until you were nothing but a drooly, needy mess.

And yet… neither of them had pulled out.

Phainon’s cock stayed nestled deep in your pussy, and Mydei’s—thicker, still twitching—was buried in your ass. They’d barely moved for the past ten minutes, just holding you. Breathing with you. Rocking their hips slow, careful, so gentle.

Your curls were stuck to your forehead, damp and messy, and Phainon’s fingers kept brushing them away, smoothing your hair back with delicate little touches like you weren’t still split open on their cocks. His other hand rested on your lower belly, pressing down just the tiniest bit—right over that full spot where the bulge still lived.

“You’re still so tight around us,” he murmured, his voice soft and warm against your cheek. “It’s like your body doesn’t want to let go.”

You whined, barely able to lift your head. “I don’t want you to… feels good like this…”

Mydei chuckled behind you. You could feel his breath against your shoulder blades, his chest solid against your back, arms curled protectively around you.

“Of course it does,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re made to be filled. Look at you—can’t even move without clenching down.”

You whimpered when Phainon gave a slow roll of his hips, barely an inch, but it made your whole body jerk.

“Too sensitive,” you mumbled. “But… don’t stop…”

Your hands curled weakly in Phainon’s chest. You couldn’t hold yourself up—you were slumped across him, fully relying on both of them to keep you steady. And they did. One in front, one behind, cocks still buried, hands stroking your skin gently like they were calming you down after a storm.

Mydei nuzzled into your neck and tugged at one of your curls, wrapping it around his finger. “You gonna cry if we pull out?”

You gave a breathy little nod. “I’ll cry. I’ll scream.”

Phainon kissed the corner of your mouth. “Then we won’t.”

They stayed inside you.

Let you breathe. Let you melt. Let you keep them in deep, stretching your used-up holes, the heat of them still radiating into your overstimmed body. It wasn’t even about fucking anymore—you just needed to be kept full. You were addicted to the stretch, the closeness, the safety of it.

“You did so well,” Phainon whispered against your lips. “Took both of us like you were meant to.”

“Messy little brat,” Mydei added, a little teasing, but his voice was quiet now. “All full and pretty. Can’t even pretend to be tough anymore.”

“M’not a brat,” you mumbled into Phainon’s chest, totally out of it.

He smiled. “No. Not anymore.”

They rocked you slowly, kissing your cheeks, holding you in place. Their cum dripped out, but they didn’t let you go. You didn’t want them to. You just wanted to be kept like this.

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[nepenthic-delirium]

𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓: 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

ᝰ.ᐟ SUMMARY: What's an average day like living with your two darling chrysos heirs? Well to put it lightly...it's not for the weak.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: MYDEI + PHAINON X FEM!READER (POLY!)

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: general mydei+phainon shenanigans, reader's a bit of a grouch but can you blame her?, Aggie and Tribbie mentions, the polycule is polyculing. FLUFF!!! :3

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.2k

𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑: DID NOT PROOFREAD WE DIE LIKE KINGS. I wonder why Mydei is sleeping with his back towards reader?? Def not cuz of his tenth thoracic vertebrae hahahahahaha + Also I love myphai/phaidei so much theyre so silly. First fic on this blog yipppe!!!

The room was suffocatingly warm. 

Of course it would be, you surmised, as you were stuck between two behemoths of men; the Deliverer himself and the undying Son of Gorgo. 

However, it wasn’t bad. You actually quite liked it, even though Phainon’s limbs were intruding into your space and his leg haphazardly thrown across yours, or how Mydei’s back was turned towards you as he slept like a rock, his strawberry-blonde hair tickling the tips of your nose. 

It was nice, sweet even. You liked being in the middle, their warmth like a blanket on a cold night. Mydei, with his harsh yet caring words, and Phainon, with his rough yet soft touches. 

However.

“Get off ‘fme,” you grunt, nudging Phainon off you. God, he was heavy. “You're smuggling me.” 

Phainon groaned, snaking one hand under your waist and pulling you closer to him. He nuzzled his face into your neck, and you could feel the sly grin on his face. Bastard, you think with annoyance filled with love. 

“Nooo,” He whined, his voice high and pitchy. “I like being near you.” He parted from your neck, his lips jutting out in a comical pout. 

“You wouldn’t deprive me of my fav-” 

Slam! Your eyes widen as Mydei’s unamused face appears in your peripheral vision, his hand clutching the pillow he was just laying on. You turned your head to Phainon, who was groaning, a hand on his head. 

“What was that for, you brute!?” Phainon huffed. 

“Must you start annoying everyone in the morning?” Mydei retorted. “Your voice makes even the droma’s irritated.” 

“What-? My voice is perfectly fine!” 

You groan. Ah yes, what a very typical, average morning. 

-

“You two better not make a mess in the baths–again.” 

Phainon rolls his eyes, casting a sideways glance at Mydei. Mydei huffs, his voice rough as he responds, “Phainon was the one who started it anyway.” 

Phainon opens his mouth to respond, but you cut him off. “If I see you two arguing even once, I’m gonna make Aggie kick you out. Then I can finally have a girls night with her and Tribbie.” 

They reluctantly agree, and you hum in response, before taking a glance at them. Phainon’s silvery hair looked almost white in the bright sunlight of Okhema. His eyes, the color of the midday sky bright as he animatedly talked about the new sale for weapons in one of the shopping districts. Mydei’s eyes are straight-ahead, honey-colored eyes impassive. However, just from his body language, you can tell he’s listening, humming along and leaning his body towards Phainon’s direction. 

Once you reach the baths, you can already see people crowding around you three as they catch sight of the glimmering Deliverer, and the Crown Prince of Kremnos. You roll your eyes, pouting as you sarcastically drawl, “I wonder if they’re here to gawk at me this time.” 

Mydei laughs, the sound both foreign and yet beautiful on him. “Truly, they’re here to behold your beauty.” 

Phainon grins, adding on, “Bet they’re jealous we have the prettiest lady at our side.” 

You grin, deciding to join in even though you know the opposite of Phainon’s statement was the truth–that people, both the men and women of Okhema, were seething with rage that you were Mydei’s and Phainon’s significant other. You still vividly remember the time you saw a woman sobbing at Mydei’s favorite pancake place just because she thought you were dating him. You wonder how she’s holding up now that it’s pretty much known throughout Amphoreus that you are.

You enter the baths, heading up to the Chrysos Heir’s bathing section. Although you weren’t a Chrysos Heir, you had sidled up to Tribbie to aid your case to Aglaea, who happily responded. Besides, the perks of the Chrysos Heir’s V.I.P section was pretty good–the water was always the perfect temperature, and you always had the best girl talk with Tribbie and Aglaea, and sometimes with Hyacine as well if she visited.  (Not to mention the fact you got to see Phainon’s abs…) 

As you settle into the water, you hum contentedly as you sink in. The water, as always, calms you down. A perfect solution to the two stresses in your life–a strawberry-blonde prince and a blue-eyed deliverer. 

That’s until you hear Mydei’s words ringing through the bath. 

“Well, if you're so confident, why don’t we test it out, Deliverer?”  

“Why so boastful, Mydei? We all know who won the holding-your-breath-under-water competition last time!” 

“HKS! We’ll see about that.” 

Your eyes open in a flash. “No!” 

-    

You rub your forehead in annoyance as you scowl. Aglaea’s milky green eyes are filled with barely concealed exasperation. Tribbie’s smile is a bit strained. 

“You guys are so annoying.” You can feel your eyes twitch as Phainon opens his mouth, probably to blame Mydei for the incident at the bath. 

“Mydei provoked me–” 

“How despicable, blaming someone else for your–” 

Aglaea coughs, her eyes narrow and her voice filled with frustration. “Must you two bicker at every given moment?” 

“Just imagine how it is at home.” You roll your eyes, foot impatiently tapping the ground as you cross your arms. 

“Is it really that bad…?” Tribbie grimaces. 

“Yes.” You deadpan. 

-

“Mydei, has anyone ever told you your cooking is heavenly? Out-of-this-world? Something that not even mere mortals can comprehend?” 

You take another bite, savoring the taste on your tongue. The flavors tied so well, and holy Kephale, it just melted on your tongue. Phainon seemed to agree as well, wolfing down cuts of steak that Mydei had (generously) put on his plate. 

Dinnertime was always your favorite–even though the sun never set in Okhema, it marked the end of an eventful “day” in the Holy City. Not to mention, Mydei and Phainon were always tired after their…competitions, and it always warms your heart to see them not bickering for a change.  

You can see Mydei’s bashful grin, the tint on his pale cheeks. “If I remember correctly, you told me the same thing yesterday. And the day before that, too.” 

“I mean–” Phainon stuffs another piece of meat in his mouth, chewing before swallowing. “--she’s not wrong, now, is she?” 

Phainon and you wash the dishes after dinner, much to your dismay as Phainon can’t help but get his and your shirt’s wet from yucky, dish water. After you finally get done for the day, you brush your teeth with Mydei and Phainon, practically squished in the middle.  

Phainon jokes that he thinks he sees a pimple on Mydei’s cheek, to which Mydei retorts that Phainon needs to get his eyes checked. You think you might have to get your eyes checked with how many times you rolled your eyes just today. 

 When you finally make it to your bed, you curl around Phainon (whose in the middle this time) and Mydei hums some well-wishes of sweet dreams, you can’t help but smile. 

These two might be insufferable, annoying little brats, but you can’t help but love them. 

After all, they’re your insufferable, annoying brats.

@ NEPENTHIC-DELIRIUM. do not plagiarize, claim my work as your own, translate or share my posts on any platform outside of tumblr.

[strewnsouls]

thinking about fem!phaidei making you take both of their straps

[idillycrose]

"You two are inseparable. I still don't understand how you aren't lovers already!"

Genre and info: Fluff-Drabble || FEM!Phaidei/Myphai (Mydeimos/Mydei x Phainon) || some headcanons of mine in Third POV (in a storytelling style sort of) || there will be a female version for this!

You have been friends with these two for years! Ever since you were taken in by Tribios and taught with them under him, you had gotten along with them, though you've noticed something between them...these two, outside of fighting and training, acted differently, even the other Chrysos heirs noticed! You'd watch them, third wheeling them as if they were a couple, just standing there awkwardly while they bickered or so.

Phainon, being the tease she is, likes to pester Mydeimos, who responds with a shrug, a huff, or a sharp comment, which may seem offensive to others, but to them, it was normal between them, these two understood eachother more than themselves. Mydeimos, despite being rough around the edges, didn't actually try and hurt Phainon in any way, whenever Phainon teased her over something, she'd just go along with it, if Phainon feels hurt by something she said, she'd apologize a thousand times, even if it wasn't her strongest suit, cheering up Phainon in some way, surprising you and the other Chrysos heirs

"You can write..?" Phainon would inquire, surprised by Mydeimos' words, to which Mydeimos could only respond to with a flabbergasted stare before she huffed

"yes, I can, deliverer.."

"I had thought that they picked you as the Kremnoan archaic language tutor because they feared you" Phainon would reply, pondering the small situation, her white hair bouncing gently, showing her thoughtfulness

"I had let my people decide, even if I were their princess, if I'm not befitting for something, they can throw me from it"

"who knew the fearsome Mydei had a gentle side?"

"HKS"

You'd watch, as shocked as Phainon, though, Phainon caught Mydeimos' attention more (no offense). This was merely the beginning.

You'd sit on a rooftop after a few days, looking at the two, hiding in the shadows. The Chrysos heirs, after what you told them of this interaction, had you spy on the two, and you were sure you were dreaming. The two sat, Phainon's head on Mydeimos' lap, a Chimera held by the princess, the two conversing. Seriously, did Phainon not have something called 'personal space' when she came close to Mydeimos? What shocked you more into something of the overstimulation of your brain was that Mydeimos was okay with it, even demonstrating some of that affection, reciprocating it to Phainon. You almost fell, letting out a quiet squeal, which almost. Almost. Caught the attention of the duo. These two acted too much like a couple, even more than couples

When you had decided to ask the two about their relationship, Mydeimos denied it firmly while Phainon just called it a mere friendship, confusing you even more. What is going on with these two????? You wanted to coax it out of them, harshly or not, it just melted you from the inside, both sweetly, awkwardly, and painfully

Another time, you were sent to spy yet again, staring at the two as they sat on a boulder, a troubled look on the white-haired Chrysos heir's face, body taut, voice slightly brittle. The blonde princess sat, holding Phainon's hand firmly, his words as comforting as truthful they were. Mydeimos comforted the distressed flame-chaser, even cradling her awkwardly and mumbling some insults jokingly, which had Phainon elbow her while laughing, lightening the mood. You were finally certain that these two were lovers, they just denied it, the situationship couldn't get even more obvious

Phainon was Mydeimos' Sun, hope, light, guide... Mydeimos' was oxygen to Phainon, essential for her to live. If no one will defend Phainon, Mydeimos will do it, if people will doubt Mydeimos, Phainon will prove them wrong

©Idillycrose.writes / all rights reserved...˖⑅

"Cheri cheri lady" —×

All credits to @sugary03 for the Idea! •Idillycrose leaves•

A silly drawing for @aratribow for the lesbians (I failed u girl, Phainon looks bad D: imma try and draw him more to get used to him)

[stellarisstars]

fem phaidei but demiurge fem phainon and mydei losing her mind over her… yeah me too mydei

[aratribow]

Happy eid!

May I request sum very simple? May u feed us fluff fem!myphai/phaidei?

Happy belated eid!! Nvm me being slow tm tho \(^o^;)/

[yoyonhi]

Fem Phaidei

[mobblespsycho100]

when ppl make fem phaidei even more muscular 🙏 OTL

[aratribow]

Mydei's lap is where phaichan belongs your honour ☝️

[aratribow]

Cooked sum self indugent somft myphaidei...