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(model au phainon) Phainon sat perfectly still, that gorgeous smirk playing on his lips as you carefully brushed highlighter onto his cheekbone. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you gently but possessively, his length buried deep inside you, warm and steady, cockwarming you like you were made for each other. You leaned in close, your voice soft but teasing as you whispered, “You’re so easy to work with, babe. Like, seriously, sitting you down like this while you’re all cozy inside me? Best model pose ever.” Your fingers trailed along his jawline, blending eyeshadow with expert care.

Phainon chuckled low, eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh? You like having me this close, huh?” His hips gave a slow, teasing roll, just enough to make your breath hitch. “Don’t think I don’t notice how you’re trying to focus, but you’re totally distracted.”

You smirked, biting your lip as your hands hovered over his perfect brows. “Distracted? Nah, I’m a professional. I can multitask. Applying the perfect winged liner and keeping you from losing control?” You teased, your voice dropping to a soft purr. “But maybe you like me a little frazzled. It’s fun watching you take charge even while I’m the one doing your makeup.”

Phainon’s fingers tightened ever so slightly on your hips, his breath warm against your neck. “You’re trembling, darling. Must be because you like me this way—cock deep inside you, all warm and still. It suits you. Makes you look even more beautiful.” His smirk deepened. “But don’t get too distracted. I want that makeup perfect before I’m done with you.”

You laughed softly, eyes sparkling as you pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. “Fine, Mr. Model. I’ll finish your look and make sure you remember who’s in charge here.” Your hand slid to cup his jaw as you whispered, “Though, I’m not sure who’s teasing who anymore…”

Phainon hummed, resting his forehead against yours. “Exactly, babe. It’s a perfect balance. You do my makeup, and I do this to you.” He gave a lazy, delicious thrust, and you melted around him with a gasp.

You smirked, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. “Best makeup session ever.”

Phainon’s hands slid from your hips to your lower back, pulling you impossibly closer as his deep blue eyes locked onto yours with that signature teasing sparkle. “Now that my face is flawless,” he murmured, voice thick with promise, “it’s time I show you how a real model takes care of his muse.”

You swallowed hard, heart pounding as his hips began to move—slow, measured thrusts that filled you completely, cock buried deep and warm, every inch a delicious reminder of his control and care.

“I’ve been waiting all day to do this,” he breathed, fingers tracing light patterns along your spine. “To feel you wrapped around me like this, so soft and perfect.” His lips brushed your ear, sending shivers down your neck. “And trust me, you wear my touch better than any makeup.” You moaned softly, hands tangling in his messy white hair as you leaned into his warmth. “Phainon… you’re driving me crazy,” you whispered, voice trembling. “Every move you make, every teasing smile—it’s like you know exactly how to unravel me.”

His grin deepened, cock throbbing deliciously inside you. “Because I do, sweetheart. I’m yours now. And I intend to remind you of that every second.” He pulled your body flush against his, every thrust slow but firm.

Your breath hitched as his hand slid lower, fingers grazing your sensitive skin beneath your shirt. “You like this, don’t you? Being held, taken care of… with me inside you while you’re painting me beautiful?” His teasing tone was laced with hunger.

You gasped, nodding against his shoulder. “So much. I want all of you. Every inch. Don’t stop.” Phainon chuckled, his pace increasing just a fraction, and you clenched around him, the warmth spreading through you like wildfire. “Good. Because I’m not done showing you just how much you belong to me.”

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(model au phainon) Phainon sat perfectly still, that gorgeous smirk playing on his lips as you carefully brushed highlighter onto his cheekbone. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you gently but possessively, his length buried deep inside you, warm and steady, cockwarming you like you were made for each other. You leaned in close, your voice soft but teasing as you whispered, “You’re so easy to work with, babe. Like, seriously, sitting you down like this while you’re all cozy inside me? Best model pose ever.” Your fingers trailed along his jawline, blending eyeshadow with expert care.

Phainon chuckled low, eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh? You like having me this close, huh?” His hips gave a slow, teasing roll, just enough to make your breath hitch. “Don’t think I don’t notice how you’re trying to focus, but you’re totally distracted.”

You smirked, biting your lip as your hands hovered over his perfect brows. “Distracted? Nah, I’m a professional. I can multitask. Applying the perfect winged liner and keeping you from losing control?” You teased, your voice dropping to a soft purr. “But maybe you like me a little frazzled. It’s fun watching you take charge even while I’m the one doing your makeup.”

Phainon’s fingers tightened ever so slightly on your hips, his breath warm against your neck. “You’re trembling, darling. Must be because you like me this way—cock deep inside you, all warm and still. It suits you. Makes you look even more beautiful.” His smirk deepened. “But don’t get too distracted. I want that makeup perfect before I’m done with you.”

You laughed softly, eyes sparkling as you pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. “Fine, Mr. Model. I’ll finish your look and make sure you remember who’s in charge here.” Your hand slid to cup his jaw as you whispered, “Though, I’m not sure who’s teasing who anymore…”

Phainon hummed, resting his forehead against yours. “Exactly, babe. It’s a perfect balance. You do my makeup, and I do this to you.” He gave a lazy, delicious thrust, and you melted around him with a gasp.

You smirked, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. “Best makeup session ever.”

Phainon’s hands slid from your hips to your lower back, pulling you impossibly closer as his deep blue eyes locked onto yours with that signature teasing sparkle. “Now that my face is flawless,” he murmured, voice thick with promise, “it’s time I show you how a real model takes care of his muse.”

You swallowed hard, heart pounding as his hips began to move—slow, measured thrusts that filled you completely, cock buried deep and warm, every inch a delicious reminder of his control and care.

“I’ve been waiting all day to do this,” he breathed, fingers tracing light patterns along your spine. “To feel you wrapped around me like this, so soft and perfect.” His lips brushed your ear, sending shivers down your neck. “And trust me, you wear my touch better than any makeup.” You moaned softly, hands tangling in his messy white hair as you leaned into his warmth. “Phainon… you’re driving me crazy,” you whispered, voice trembling. “Every move you make, every teasing smile—it’s like you know exactly how to unravel me.”

His grin deepened, cock throbbing deliciously inside you. “Because I do, sweetheart. I’m yours now. And I intend to remind you of that every second.” He pulled your body flush against his, every thrust slow but firm.

Your breath hitched as his hand slid lower, fingers grazing your sensitive skin beneath your shirt. “You like this, don’t you? Being held, taken care of… with me inside you while you’re painting me beautiful?” His teasing tone was laced with hunger.

You gasped, nodding against his shoulder. “So much. I want all of you. Every inch. Don’t stop.” Phainon chuckled, his pace increasing just a fraction, and you clenched around him, the warmth spreading through you like wildfire. “Good. Because I’m not done showing you just how much you belong to me.”

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I fear i'm stil inlove with rough mydei

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The moon looked pretty yesterday

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phainon is the owner of the one and only 24karat gold labubu in the world (3.4 story broke me I need 3 business days to recover)

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I woke up and 8 am today, usually I wake up at 10 or 11 and I’m feeling better ✌🏼

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Submissive bratty mydei >>> dominant rough mydei forever 🤤

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THREESOME , ☆ 𝑓𝑡. 𝑚𝑦𝑑𝑒𝑖 & 𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑛

tws : nsfw / smut : male!reader. threesome, bratty mydei, teasing phainon, switch!male!reader, dom!phainon, sub!mydei, anal sèx, biting, oversimulation, spitting, brat taming, multiple of rounds, mild pain play, multiple of orgasms, messy flūid play and cūm play.

sum : mydei takes you up his ass while phainon fucks you behind.

note : uhh might be slight ooc for phainon also not proof read. minors do not interact : 18+ only.

There’s a wet slap as Mydei’s ass meets your hips again—tight, hot, glorious.

He moans beneath you, face pressed into the soaked sheets, body twitching every time your cock punches into that sweet, weak spot inside him. You’ve got one hand gripping his hair, the other holding his hip with bruising force, rutting into him like a beast while his back arches beautifully under the strain.

“Fucking hell—” he growls, biting into the pillow to muffle another whimper.

“You’re dripping,” Phainon hums behind you, voice playful—too calm for a man whose cock is buried deep in your ass, rutting lazily as he leans over your shoulder. His tongue drags along your sweat-slick neck, then his teeth nip. “All that cum you shoved into him… leaking back out around you like he was made to be filled.”

You thrust deeper—rougher. The slick sounds are obscene. Mydei shudders as your cock plunges into him again and again, his thighs trembling, the sheets beneath him soaked from the last time he came.

You’re so full of Phainon you can barely breathe, yet all you want is more. You’re pinned between heat and dominance. Phainon rolls his hips and you feel it everywhere—cockhead grinding into your prostate, breath brushing your ear, hands controlling your body like you’re just another pawn on his board.

“You like being in the middle,” he murmurs, sliding a hand around your waist to grip your leaking cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. “So greedy. Fucking him like he’s yours, while your hole’s pulsing on mine like you belong to me.”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” you rasp—but you’re shaking.

“You say that,” Phainon grins, slow and cruel, “but your body’s honest.”

He thrusts again—hard—and it knocks the breath out of you. You collapse against Mydei, nails digging into his shoulder as you both moan like whores.

“Gods,” Mydei hisses, “you’re both pathetic. You’re letting him fuck you like he owns you while you pound me like a mutt. And you think I’m the mess?”

You pull out for just a second—and then slam back in, making him scream.

“Say that again,” you growl. “Go ahead. Open your mouth.”

He does—and you shove your fingers in, pushing down on his tongue as he glares up at you, drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His cock twitches beneath him, leaking onto the bed.

You twist your fingers against his tongue, slow and deep, and fuck into him harder. Filthy, wet slaps echo with every brutal snap of your hips.

Then you feel Phainon’s cock throb deep inside you—he grunts softly, teeth scraping your neck.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he murmurs into your hair. “I want you to milk him first.”

You’re close. Too close. But you obey. You let your body go rigid, hold the orgasm just at the edge, and thrust with brutal control—fast and punishing.

Mydei gasps—then spits your fingers out and snarls, “Fucking fill me, coward.”

And gods, that breaks you.

Your grip slams down on his hips. Your cock pulses and spills inside him in thick, hot bursts—cum shooting deep while you grunt, riding it out, buried to the hilt. You don’t stop. You can’t. You fuck him through your orgasm, rutting into his oversensitive hole while your own is still stuffed with Phainon.

And then he takes over.

Phainon grabs your waist with two hands, hauls your hips back, and fucks into you hard.

You moan—loud, helpless—as he drives his cock deep with relentless rhythm. His cum from earlier is still slick between your thighs, mixing with yours and Mydei’s on the sheets.

Phainon pulls you against him until your back arches and your ass is pressed to his hips—cock buried deep, heat pulsing, grinding against your walls like he’s carving his name inside you.

“Beautiful,” he groans, biting down on your shoulder. “Absolutely ruined between us.”

Mydei shifts under you—cock twitching again. Still hard. Still begging for attention.

“Touch him,” Phainon commands.

You obey.

Your hand wraps around Mydei’s cock, and he growls—“Took you long enough.”

You stroke him fast, mean, almost punishing. He shudders, teeth gritted, jaw tight—and then he explodes, cum shooting up his belly and across the bed in thick, hot pulses. He bites into your wrist—hard—as he convulses beneath you, a final moan dragging from his throat like it’s been ripped out of him.

You let go only when he twitches, panting and dazed.

Phainon gives one final thrust and then groans, hips jerking.

You feel it—feel it—hot ropes of cum flooding your hole, dripping out around him as he stays deep inside, grinding just enough to make you flinch from overstimulation.

Then silence.

Just the sound of breathing, wetness, cum pooling under thighs, and skin against skin.

You collapse across Mydei, your cock still buried in him, Phainon draped over your back like a smug lion.

“You’re heavy,” Mydei mutters, still catching his breath.

“And you’re still full of cum,” you grin.

You’re already soaked in it.

Sweat. Cum. Saliva. Your own, Mydei’s, Phainon’s—indistinguishable at this point. The sheets beneath your knees are ruined, stained with so many loads you’ve lost count. Your thighs ache, your back burns from being bent and fucked open by Phainon over and over, and yet—your cock’s still hard.

Still buried in Mydei’s dripping ass.

He’s not even moaning anymore. Just trembling. Wrung out and twitching, face turned to the side, drool running down his chin as his cock leaks in soft, ruined pulses. He came… twice? Three times? You lost count. So did he. He’s still biting at your wrist where you’d shoved your fingers in his mouth, his teeth marks bruised into your skin like a trophy.

“You’re not done,” Phainon murmurs from behind, voice rich and smooth like warm honey, fingers stroking your spent, overstimulated cock with idle cruelty. “You think you get to stop before I’ve had my fill of you?”

You whimper into Mydei’s neck. “I—I can’t—”

“You will.”

His hand wraps around your throat—not choking, just holding you still as he pushes his cock back into your raw, abused hole. You both moan. The wet squelch is loud, so fucking loud. He’s already come in you twice—his seed dribbled down your thighs earlier, sticky and white—but now he’s pushing it back in again, like he’s marking his place.

You’re a cocksleeve at this point. A fucked-out, trembling conduit for his control.

“Good boy,” Phainon purrs, kissing your shoulder as he starts thrusting again, slow and deep. “Feel how messy you are? You’re leaking from both ends. My cum in your ass. Yours inside our little prince here.”

He’s not wrong.

Mydei’s hole is sloppy, glistening with seed every time you shift. His cheeks are flushed, his lips bitten red, and his body is limp but needy—hips twitching whenever you move inside him.

You groan, grabbing his hips and thrusting shallowly. “You’re gonna take another one.”

“Fuck you,” Mydei mutters, but his voice is wrecked. You feel him clench around your cock again, body trembling with oversensitivity.

“I already am.”

Phainon laughs low, fingers reaching around to toy with your cock again—soft but aching to stay hard. “Let him sit on you. Hold still.”

You obey.

You pull out of Mydei with a wet, obscene slurp—and immediately, Phainon guides him back, lifting the brat’s spent body and lowering him down onto your lap. Onto your soaked, half-hard cock.

Cockwarming.

He whimpers as your tip presses back in, deeper and deeper until his hole’s plugged again, filled with your cock and the cum you left in him earlier. He squirms, legs weak and trembling, barely able to stay upright.

Phainon pulls you both back against him. You’re sandwiched now—Mydei in your lap, your cock inside him, and Phainon’s cock still stuffed in you from behind. A filthy daisy chain of heat and ruined pride.

“Don’t move,” Phainon breathes, licking sweat off your temple. “Just feel.”

Your hands slip around Mydei’s chest, holding him up as you feel the tremors start again. His cock jerks—still sensitive, still dripping. He bites his lip.

Phainon’s hand reaches between Mydei’s legs. “No more, deliverer.” Mydei mutters.

“Yes, more,” Phainon says smoothly. “We’re not finished until I say so.”

He jerks Mydei’s cock—slow, steady, cruel—and the brat screams, arching in your lap.

You both groan. You feel it—feel him clenching on your cock again, feel him breaking. He’s crying now, shaking in your arms, and you love it. You rock your hips once—just once—and cum leaks down your thighs from how wet he is inside.

Phainon whispers: “Look how good you’ve made him. Completely ruined.”

You bury your face in Mydei’s neck. “He’s perfect.”

Phainon grins. “Praise him more.”

You kiss the shell of his ear. “You’re so fucking tight. You’re taking my cock like you were made for it.”

Mydei moans. Cum pulses from his cock again—dry, weak, but still trying.

Phainon wraps one hand around your jaw and turns your face to him. “Open.”

You do.

He spits into your mouth. Hot. Wet. Tasting of sweat and power. You swallow without flinching.

“My sweet little thing,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You’ll stay like this for me, won’t you?”

Your voice is hoarse. “Yes.”

“You’ll let him cockwarm you—full of cum—and let me keep filling you till it’s leaking out all night.”

You nod. You’re shaking. Your thighs are soaked. You don’t even know whose cum is where anymore.

He nips your lower lip. “That’s my boy.”

And then he moves—fast.

Phainon fucks you hard, jostling Mydei in your lap. You both moan, helpless, fucked full and ragged. His hand is on your throat again, not choking—just claiming. His other hand smacks Mydei’s thigh.

“Such good boys,” he moans. “You belong to me now.”

And when he cums—again—it’s brutal. He stays buried in you, hips tight against yours as he pumps another messy load inside, moaning softly like the satisfaction is spiritual. You feel it drip down your legs, mixing with the flood between Mydei’s thighs.

The room smells like sin.

You stay like that—Mydei twitching in your lap, you twitching on Phainon’s cock, the three of you locked together, covered in sweat and cum and shame.

Mydei exhales. “I hate you both.”

You kiss the bite mark on his shoulder.

“No you don’t.”

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THREESOME , ☆ 𝑓𝑡. 𝑚𝑦𝑑𝑒𝑖 & 𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑛

tws : nsfw / smut : male!reader. threesome, bratty mydei, teasing phainon, switch!male!reader, dom!phainon, sub!mydei, anal sèx, biting, oversimulation, spitting, brat taming, multiple of rounds, mild pain play, multiple of orgasms, messy flūid play and cūm play.

sum : mydei takes you up his ass while phainon fucks you behind.

note : uhh might be slight ooc for phainon also not proof read. minors do not interact : 18+ only.

There’s a wet slap as Mydei’s ass meets your hips again—tight, hot, glorious.

He moans beneath you, face pressed into the soaked sheets, body twitching every time your cock punches into that sweet, weak spot inside him. You’ve got one hand gripping his hair, the other holding his hip with bruising force, rutting into him like a beast while his back arches beautifully under the strain.

“Fucking hell—” he growls, biting into the pillow to muffle another whimper.

“You’re dripping,” Phainon hums behind you, voice playful—too calm for a man whose cock is buried deep in your ass, rutting lazily as he leans over your shoulder. His tongue drags along your sweat-slick neck, then his teeth nip. “All that cum you shoved into him… leaking back out around you like he was made to be filled.”

You thrust deeper—rougher. The slick sounds are obscene. Mydei shudders as your cock plunges into him again and again, his thighs trembling, the sheets beneath him soaked from the last time he came.

You’re so full of Phainon you can barely breathe, yet all you want is more. You’re pinned between heat and dominance. Phainon rolls his hips and you feel it everywhere—cockhead grinding into your prostate, breath brushing your ear, hands controlling your body like you’re just another pawn on his board.

“You like being in the middle,” he murmurs, sliding a hand around your waist to grip your leaking cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. “So greedy. Fucking him like he’s yours, while your hole’s pulsing on mine like you belong to me.”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” you rasp—but you’re shaking.

“You say that,” Phainon grins, slow and cruel, “but your body’s honest.”

He thrusts again—hard—and it knocks the breath out of you. You collapse against Mydei, nails digging into his shoulder as you both moan like whores.

“Gods,” Mydei hisses, “you’re both pathetic. You’re letting him fuck you like he owns you while you pound me like a mutt. And you think I’m the mess?”

You pull out for just a second—and then slam back in, making him scream.

“Say that again,” you growl. “Go ahead. Open your mouth.”

He does—and you shove your fingers in, pushing down on his tongue as he glares up at you, drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His cock twitches beneath him, leaking onto the bed.

You twist your fingers against his tongue, slow and deep, and fuck into him harder. Filthy, wet slaps echo with every brutal snap of your hips.

Then you feel Phainon’s cock throb deep inside you—he grunts softly, teeth scraping your neck.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he murmurs into your hair. “I want you to milk him first.”

You’re close. Too close. But you obey. You let your body go rigid, hold the orgasm just at the edge, and thrust with brutal control—fast and punishing.

Mydei gasps—then spits your fingers out and snarls, “Fucking fill me, coward.”

And gods, that breaks you.

Your grip slams down on his hips. Your cock pulses and spills inside him in thick, hot bursts—cum shooting deep while you grunt, riding it out, buried to the hilt. You don’t stop. You can’t. You fuck him through your orgasm, rutting into his oversensitive hole while your own is still stuffed with Phainon.

And then he takes over.

Phainon grabs your waist with two hands, hauls your hips back, and fucks into you hard.

You moan—loud, helpless—as he drives his cock deep with relentless rhythm. His cum from earlier is still slick between your thighs, mixing with yours and Mydei’s on the sheets.

Phainon pulls you against him until your back arches and your ass is pressed to his hips—cock buried deep, heat pulsing, grinding against your walls like he’s carving his name inside you.

“Beautiful,” he groans, biting down on your shoulder. “Absolutely ruined between us.”

Mydei shifts under you—cock twitching again. Still hard. Still begging for attention.

“Touch him,” Phainon commands.

You obey.

Your hand wraps around Mydei’s cock, and he growls—“Took you long enough.”

You stroke him fast, mean, almost punishing. He shudders, teeth gritted, jaw tight—and then he explodes, cum shooting up his belly and across the bed in thick, hot pulses. He bites into your wrist—hard—as he convulses beneath you, a final moan dragging from his throat like it’s been ripped out of him.

You let go only when he twitches, panting and dazed.

Phainon gives one final thrust and then groans, hips jerking.

You feel it—feel it—hot ropes of cum flooding your hole, dripping out around him as he stays deep inside, grinding just enough to make you flinch from overstimulation.

Then silence.

Just the sound of breathing, wetness, cum pooling under thighs, and skin against skin.

You collapse across Mydei, your cock still buried in him, Phainon draped over your back like a smug lion.

“You’re heavy,” Mydei mutters, still catching his breath.

“And you’re still full of cum,” you grin.

You’re already soaked in it.

Sweat. Cum. Saliva. Your own, Mydei’s, Phainon’s—indistinguishable at this point. The sheets beneath your knees are ruined, stained with so many loads you’ve lost count. Your thighs ache, your back burns from being bent and fucked open by Phainon over and over, and yet—your cock’s still hard.

Still buried in Mydei’s dripping ass.

He’s not even moaning anymore. Just trembling. Wrung out and twitching, face turned to the side, drool running down his chin as his cock leaks in soft, ruined pulses. He came… twice? Three times? You lost count. So did he. He’s still biting at your wrist where you’d shoved your fingers in his mouth, his teeth marks bruised into your skin like a trophy.

“You’re not done,” Phainon murmurs from behind, voice rich and smooth like warm honey, fingers stroking your spent, overstimulated cock with idle cruelty. “You think you get to stop before I’ve had my fill of you?”

You whimper into Mydei’s neck. “I—I can’t—”

“You will.”

His hand wraps around your throat—not choking, just holding you still as he pushes his cock back into your raw, abused hole. You both moan. The wet squelch is loud, so fucking loud. He’s already come in you twice—his seed dribbled down your thighs earlier, sticky and white—but now he’s pushing it back in again, like he’s marking his place.

You’re a cocksleeve at this point. A fucked-out, trembling conduit for his control.

“Good boy,” Phainon purrs, kissing your shoulder as he starts thrusting again, slow and deep. “Feel how messy you are? You’re leaking from both ends. My cum in your ass. Yours inside our little prince here.”

He’s not wrong.

Mydei’s hole is sloppy, glistening with seed every time you shift. His cheeks are flushed, his lips bitten red, and his body is limp but needy—hips twitching whenever you move inside him.

You groan, grabbing his hips and thrusting shallowly. “You’re gonna take another one.”

“Fuck you,” Mydei mutters, but his voice is wrecked. You feel him clench around your cock again, body trembling with oversensitivity.

“I already am.”

Phainon laughs low, fingers reaching around to toy with your cock again—soft but aching to stay hard. “Let him sit on you. Hold still.”

You obey.

You pull out of Mydei with a wet, obscene slurp—and immediately, Phainon guides him back, lifting the brat’s spent body and lowering him down onto your lap. Onto your soaked, half-hard cock.

Cockwarming.

He whimpers as your tip presses back in, deeper and deeper until his hole’s plugged again, filled with your cock and the cum you left in him earlier. He squirms, legs weak and trembling, barely able to stay upright.

Phainon pulls you both back against him. You’re sandwiched now—Mydei in your lap, your cock inside him, and Phainon’s cock still stuffed in you from behind. A filthy daisy chain of heat and ruined pride.

“Don’t move,” Phainon breathes, licking sweat off your temple. “Just feel.”

Your hands slip around Mydei’s chest, holding him up as you feel the tremors start again. His cock jerks—still sensitive, still dripping. He bites his lip.

Phainon’s hand reaches between Mydei’s legs. “No more, deliverer.” Mydei mutters.

“Yes, more,” Phainon says smoothly. “We’re not finished until I say so.”

He jerks Mydei’s cock—slow, steady, cruel—and the brat screams, arching in your lap.

You both groan. You feel it—feel him clenching on your cock again, feel him breaking. He’s crying now, shaking in your arms, and you love it. You rock your hips once—just once—and cum leaks down your thighs from how wet he is inside.

Phainon whispers: “Look how good you’ve made him. Completely ruined.”

You bury your face in Mydei’s neck. “He’s perfect.”

Phainon grins. “Praise him more.”

You kiss the shell of his ear. “You’re so fucking tight. You’re taking my cock like you were made for it.”

Mydei moans. Cum pulses from his cock again—dry, weak, but still trying.

Phainon wraps one hand around your jaw and turns your face to him. “Open.”

You do.

He spits into your mouth. Hot. Wet. Tasting of sweat and power. You swallow without flinching.

“My sweet little thing,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You’ll stay like this for me, won’t you?”

Your voice is hoarse. “Yes.”

“You’ll let him cockwarm you—full of cum—and let me keep filling you till it’s leaking out all night.”

You nod. You’re shaking. Your thighs are soaked. You don’t even know whose cum is where anymore.

He nips your lower lip. “That’s my boy.”

And then he moves—fast.

Phainon fucks you hard, jostling Mydei in your lap. You both moan, helpless, fucked full and ragged. His hand is on your throat again, not choking—just claiming. His other hand smacks Mydei’s thigh.

“Such good boys,” he moans. “You belong to me now.”

And when he cums—again—it’s brutal. He stays buried in you, hips tight against yours as he pumps another messy load inside, moaning softly like the satisfaction is spiritual. You feel it drip down your legs, mixing with the flood between Mydei’s thighs.

The room smells like sin.

You stay like that—Mydei twitching in your lap, you twitching on Phainon’s cock, the three of you locked together, covered in sweat and cum and shame.

Mydei exhales. “I hate you both.”

You kiss the bite mark on his shoulder.

“No you don’t.”

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For future references, do you write stuff related to tentacles/monster kink? I don't see it in your don't or do list so I'm just wondering 👀

I did write those tentacles/monsters kink two times, but I’m not really into that stuff.

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I’M GOING TO UPLOAD A PHAINON X MALE!READER X MYDEI FIC!! STAY TUNED GUYS

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☆ IT FEELS TOOO GOOD TO BE REAL !!!

paring : mydei, phainon, anaxa x fem!reader (separate)

tws : nsfw / smut, reverse cowgirl, vaginal & ańal, passing out, creampie, multiple of rounds, cōckdrunk reader, spanking, pūssy slapping, messy & sloppy séx, marking (biting) and ańal fingering.

sum : when sèx feels soo good you think you are dreaming (which you aren’t). minors do not interact. 18+ only.

❤︎︎ MYDEIMOS :

The first time he split you open, you thought you were dreaming.

You had to be. Nothing real could feel this deep—this ruinously hot, this thick and delicious and all-consuming. It was like being devoured from the inside out. Your fingers were digging helplessly into the sheets, your thighs shaking, drool slipping from the corner of your open mouth as Mydei’s hands forced you to keep riding him.

“No stopping now,” he growled from beneath you. His golden eyes shimmered with something wicked, his lips glistening from where he’d just finished sucking bruises onto your shoulder. “You wanted this. You begged for it. So sit on it and take it.”

You tried—you really tried—but the stretch was too much. Every bounce left you gasping, a hiccuping moan caught in your throat as you slid down again and again on his cock, your back arched, your hole stretched taut and soaked around him. The position—reverse cowgirl—left nothing hidden, your trembling body on full display as his cock disappeared inside you, only to reappear slick and angry-red with each drag.

“Aww… poor thing.” Mydei’s tone was mocking, cruel and amused. He watched as your thighs trembled from exhaustion, as you whimpered and writhed, hips stuttering in their bounce.

He slapped your ass—hard—and you nearly screamed.

“You’re not even halfway there. I haven’t cum yet.”

You whimpered his name, but it came out garbled, fucked too dumb to even speak properly. Your fingers scrambled for stability as your spine curved beautifully, tears dripping down your cheeks.

“M-Mydei… p-please—t-too… mmgh—too deep—”

“Too deep?” he scoffed, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back so he could see your cockdrunk expression. “You’re barely taking half of it.”

That was a lie. He knew it. You knew it.

He was bottomed the fuck out—so far inside you that you could feel the outline of his cock in your gut. So deep it punched the breath from your lungs and replaced it with nothing but stars and squeals.

“You’re dreamin’, huh?” he whispered against your spine, his cock twitching inside you. “That’s what you think? That I’m not real? That this fat fuckin’ cock rearranging your guts is just some fantasy?”

He thrust up hard without warning, and your body jerked as if electrocuted. You screamed. A sobbing, raw, high-pitched noise—almost pathetic.

You couldn’t stop coming.

It was your third orgasm, or maybe your fourth—you’d lost count. Your brain had started leaking out of your ears somewhere between the last slap and the moment he grabbed your hips to hold you in place and just drill up into you while you sat helpless in his lap, drooling and gasping.

“Look at that,” he rasped, smearing his fingers down your spine and then gripping your ass. “Clenching around me like you don’t wanna let go. So fucking cockhungry. You’re just a little hole for me now, aren’t you?”

You moaned in reply, because words were gone—burned out and replaced by hot pleasure and the steady, brutal pounding of his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you love being fucked like this. Say you love being my cockdrunk little toy.”

You nodded. Frantic. Mindless.

“Y-Yes—yours—yours! I-I love it—f-fuck, Mydei—I—nnngh, c-can’t—”

He laughed, dark and cruel.

“Can’t? That’s cute.”

He slammed into you.

“But you will.”

Again.

“Because I’m not done until you’re full.”

You could feel it coming—his release, heavy and hot, the way his hips started to stutter as his cock swelled impossibly deep inside your pulsing hole.

“Take it,” he snarled, his hands bruising your hips now, “Take every drop—”

And then he came.

So deep. So much.

The hot gush of his cum filled you instantly, thick and heavy, flooding your insides as your trembling body collapsed in slow motion. He kept thrusting through it, fucking his cum into you, your hole fluttering helplessly as your own orgasm tore through you again—your vision going white, stars bursting behind your eyes.

The mess was obscene.

You could feel it dripping down your thighs, mixing with your own slick, soaking the ruined sheets beneath you. You collapsed forward, body twitching, half-conscious, moaning like some broken thing.

And he wasn’t done.

Mydei sat up behind you, hand gripping your jaw to tilt your head back as he whispered in your ear—

“Still think it’s a dream, sweetheart?”

You hiccupped a sob, drool on your lips, cum leaking from your fluttering hole.

You were a mess. You were his mess.

And the worst part? You didn’t want to wake up.

You should’ve been asleep.

Your body was limp, collapsed belly-down against the ruined bed, cum still drooling from your hole as your thighs twitched with aftershocks.

But Mydei wasn’t done.

“Still breathing.” His voice was a dark purr, fingers spreading your overstimulated hole as he watched more of his load leak from inside you. “Which means you can still take another one.”

You didn’t speak—you couldn’t. Your mouth hung open, dazed whimpers escaping as he lined himself up again. Your body was already fucked raw, slick, your hole fluttering and loose from everything he’d poured into you earlier. You should’ve been full. You were full. But he didn’t care.

He needed to make sure you stayed full.

“You’re gonna keep it this time,” he growled. “Gonna plug you up so deep it won’t spill out. Gonna make it stick.”

He slammed into you with one merciless thrust.

“Ah! Mydei!” Your scream was muffled by the sheets, your legs spasming as the stretch reignited every nerve ending. He was bigger, hotter—he felt even deeper this time, like your body was trying to reject him out of sheer survival.

But he pinned you there.

“You feel that?” he snarled into your ear, breath ragged. “That’s my cock molding your guts. My seed claiming every inch of you. You’re gonna be mine, inside and out.”

You moaned, voice all broken vowels and gasps. Your head lolled, body twitching beneath him as your hole clenched greedily—needing it, even if your brain had already tapped out.

His hand slid to your throat, lifting your head just enough to whisper:

“This body… this hole… it’s just for me now. You were made to be fucked by me. To be bred by me. Again. And again. Until you can’t walk.”

You whined, high and hoarse, as your fourth—or was it fifth?—orgasm ripped through you, spasming around him as tears rolled freely down your flushed cheeks.

Your body was jelly, shaking, weak… but he didn’t stop.

“Take it. Take every drop. You’re gonna pass out stuffed full of my cum and wake up still leaking.”

His voice was feral now. His hips relentless. The bed creaked violently, your body rocked back into his thrusts like a ragdoll, nothing left but need.

You blacked out mid-creampie.

Eyes rolled back, tongue loose between your lips, your body jolted one last time as Mydei moaned your name—possessive, hungry—and spilled inside you with a final deep thrust, his cock pulsing against your womb as he filled you to the brim.

He groaned, holding you there. Breathing heavy. Watching your unconscious form twitch faintly as his cum overflowed and oozed down your thighs again.

“…Tch.”

He leaned over, brushing your cheek with the back of his knuckles.

“Didn’t even make it to round three.” He chuckled lowly. “Maybe next time.”

He pulled out slow, thick with cum and slick, watching it spill out of your wrecked hole—then pushed two fingers in to plug it back in.

“You’re not wasting a drop, sweetheart.”

❤︎︎ PHAINON :

Your thighs were already sore.

Straddling him backwards, knees wide and trembling as you sank—again—onto Phainon’s cock, your body shuddered like you were made of wax, melting around the stretch of him.

He was thick. Long. Deliberate.

His hands didn’t force you down—no. They guided you, thumbs tracing over your hips like you were an instrument he knew too well.

“There you go,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk against the back of your neck. “Let it in. Deeper… good.”

You whimpered, struggling to breathe around the fullness inside your ass. His cock pressed deep against that sweet spot with every inch, grinding up as you rolled your hips for him like a needy thing.

And he watched. Lazily. With those silver-blue eyes like you were starlight made flesh and sin.

“You’re doing so well. So obedient for someone dripping down their thighs.”

He didn’t need to say it, but you felt it—the slick trail of arousal painting your inner thighs, untouched, needy. He hadn’t even touched your cunt, and yet your body was crying for more.

“Feel full?” he teased.

You nodded, dumbly.

“Good. We’re not finished.”

His hand moved without warning—sliding between your legs from behind. Two fingers dipped into your folds, slow and gentle, before spreading them and slapping your pussy with a wet smack.

You jolted with a gasp.

He did it again—firmer, the sting blooming fast.

“Messy little thing,” Phainon chuckled, voice low and playful now. “You like that, don’t you? All stretched and dripping, while I ruin your other hole?”

You moaned—a high, needy sound as he dipped his middle finger to flick your clit teasingly, only to pull away like a sadist.

Your cunt clenched around nothing. Your ass clenched around everything.

He leaned back against the headboard and tugged you closer, adjusting your angle so you slid deeper on his cock. You felt it grind hard against your sweet spot again, and your legs trembled instantly.

Then came his fingers.

Two, slick and strong, pressing at your puffy rim again—only this time from below, fingering your pussy while fucking your ass.

Your head dropped. You couldn’t even moan right anymore—just a drawn-out sob, tongue slack as your eyes rolled back from the pressure and pleasure slamming together inside you.

“That’s it. Let me in everywhere.”

His fingers curled—perfect, fast, unrelenting—until your pussy was soaking his knuckles.

You started riding him harder without thinking, chasing something messy and glowing in your stomach, everything too much, too good.

“Say it,” he whispered, thumb circling your clit again. “Say you want to be full in both holes. Say you want to be bred like this.”

“I—ah—Phainon—! I w-want it—fill me—pleaseplease—!”

He smirked, stroking your cunt as your hole fluttered around him.

“Good girl.”

He pulled his fingers away, grabbed your hips hard—and thrust up into your ass with a slow, brutal rhythm. You cried out, broken and overstimulated, your walls fluttering as the stretch slid deeper than ever.

Your vision blurred.

You were cockdrunk. Pussy raw and pulsing. Body trembling as he kept fucking you in that sweet, reverse cowgirl angle that made your ass bounce with every thrust.

“So pretty when you fall apart,” he murmured. “Come for me like this. Drip for me.”

You did.

You screamed as you came, cunt spasming around nothing while your ass milked him desperately. His cock throbbed—pulsed—and then spilled hot cum deep into your hole, thick and heavy, pushing you over the edge again.

You collapsed forward, shaking.

Phainon’s hand stayed on your back, stroking soft… but his voice still teased in your ear:

“Don’t fall asleep just yet. That hole’s not sealed, and I’ve got more for you.”

You tried to roll him off.

Your limbs barely responded, trembling and soaked in sweat, but your body needed relief—your ass was sore, your cunt swollen, and the sticky slip of his cum already dripping down your thighs felt like too much.

But his hand—firm, unshakable—pinned you in place.

“Stay seated.”

You whined helplessly, slumped forward, the stretch of his cock inside you still aching.

“Phainon… I—I can’t—please—”

His hand slid down your spine, a soothing touch masking the sadistic heat behind his smile.

“You’re not leaking out already, are you?” he said softly, mock concern in his voice. “We just put that in. If you’re going to be my good girl, you’ll hold it.”

You gasped as he suddenly lifted his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside your sore hole, forcing you to sink even lower—flesh against flesh, the angle sharp and mean. You could feel your belly bulge just slightly where his cock pressed inside, a faint outline shifting beneath the skin of your stomach.

“Ohh—ngh—g-god—”

He chuckled darkly behind you, brushing your hair aside with almost too much care. “Not God. Just me.”

Your body trembled on his lap, your pulse fluttering as he rocked up into you again, slow, torturous, making your walls tighten in overstimulated spasms. You couldn’t tell if you were cumming again or just unable to stop clenching around him—your mind long gone, lips slack, drooling, cockdrunk and twitching.

“This is what happens,” he whispered, bringing his hand between your thighs again, “when you take me so well. I wanna keep using you. Again. And again.”

You whimpered as his fingers slid up your slippery folds—then slapped your puffy cunt once more with a wet smack.

You screamed.

Your body jolted, back arching as your pussy gushed again—more slick gushing down to mix with the cum leaking from your ass, thighs drenched and glistening. You were shaking like a leaf.

“Still so sensitive,” he teased, rubbing slow circles over your overstimmed clit with one hand as the other massaged your ass cheek. “I could make you come like this all night. Milk my cock with that pretty hole while I fuck your cunt with just two fingers.”

He did.

You sobbed, unable to stop yourself from grinding back on him—ass swallowing every inch, cunt crying against his fingers as he slid two digits inside, curling up into that raw sweet spot while he thrust up again.

Every movement was too much. And still not enough.

Your eyes rolled back.

Your thighs gave out.

You came again—loud, messy, collapsing into your arms as your cunt squirted weakly around his fingers and your ass spasmed around his cock. The mixture of your own slick, his cum, and your overstimulation had you barely breathing, mind floating in subspace.

“Now that’s the sound I wanted. Stay still, sweetheart. Let it settle inside you. We’ve still got one more load to put in you before morning.”

You whimpered, cheek pressed to the sheets, drooling, fucked so deep you didn’t even care.

❤︎︎ ANAXAGORAS :

The moment his cock slipped inside your ass, you forgot where you were.

The world bent sideways—your mouth fell open with a moan too high to sound human, your fingers clutched the sheets like lifelines, and your body trembled as he bottomed out inside you with a low, satisfied growl.

“Perfection,” Anaxa murmured, voice impossibly calm for a man buried balls-deep in your ass. “Tension. Weakness. Release. This body of yours is an equation. And I’ve solved it.”

You couldn’t speak.

You were full. Split open. Soaked. There was slick everywhere—your thighs sticky with your own arousal, the sheets ruined beneath you from how many times you’d already cum around his fingers. And now, with his cock inside your tightest hole, every thrust sent your thoughts crashing into each other like glass.

He leaned over you slowly, tongue dragging across your shoulder before his lips bit down hard on your neck.

“Ah—! A-Anaxa—!”

You cried out, vision going white for a second as he marked you, sharp teeth sinking into the flesh above your collarbone. His hips rolled at the same time—deep, slow, merciless—and your body quaked.

“You’re shaking.” He licked over the bruise blooming under his lips, a crooked smile forming. “Is it too much?”

You couldn’t answer. All you could do was moan, broken and delirious, a cockdrunk mess as your ass clenched tightly around him.

“No? Good.”

He fucked into you harder.

Not fast—but deliberate. Deep. Rhythmic. Precise, like he’d studied your anatomy and was hitting every nerve like a formula.

“This,” he whispered into your ear as he rocked forward again, “is the paradox of pleasure. You cry, yet you beg for more. You tremble, yet open wider. Do you know what that makes you?”

You whimpered, legs trembling.

“M-My… my body—”

“Mine,” he corrected, dragging his teeth across your cheek before kissing you sloppily from behind. His cock drove in deep at the same moment, and your body seized like lightning had struck it.

“You’re cockdrunk, darling. Can’t even remember your own name now, can you?”

You couldn’t.

There was nothing but heat. Pressure. The sound of slick skin and his low, devastating grunts against your back. His cock stretched you to your limit, and still you wanted more. You needed him to fill you, to make the dream real.

“You’re drooling.”

You hadn’t noticed.

But he had.

He grabbed your chin, made you look at him over your shoulder, and saw your tongue half out, eyes glassy and wide.

“Dreaming already?” he chuckled. “I haven’t even bred you yet.”

You screamed when he slammed in deeper.

Your pussy clenched around nothing, dripping slick onto his thighs from below. Your ass was stretched raw, yet fluttering like you were about to cum again.

And then he whispered—

“I want you to pass out with my cum leaking from this hole. Only then will I be satisfied.”

He thrust faster, finally. Sloppy now. Loud. The slap of hips against ass echoed in the room, your cries bouncing off the walls as he fucked your brain right out of your skull.

And when you came? You gushed.

Every part of you locked tight around him—cunt soaking the sheets, ass clenching him in like a vice—and that’s when he came too, groaning deep as he poured it all inside you.

Thick.

Heavy.

Messy.

You collapsed forward, twitching, his cock still buried in your ass as cum dripped down your thighs.

“Now,” he whispered against your shoulder, tracing your bruises lovingly, “Tell me again this wasn’t real.”

You didn’t know how long you were out.

But when your eyes fluttered open, the first thing you felt was heat.

Heat between your thighs. Heat up your spine. A thick, heavy pressure nudging at your sore, used ass again.

You were still on your belly. Still a mess. Still leaking, a creamy trail of his cum running down the inside of your thigh like melted candlewax.

And Anaxa was still hard.

You blinked slowly—mind fogged, hips twitching weakly beneath the weight of him.

“Still dreaming?” His voice was a velvet whisper against your ear. “Good. Then your body won’t resist me when I do this again.”

He pushed forward.

“—ahhhn—!”

Your moan hit the pillow like a broken sob, your body immediately tightening around him even as it trembled from being too raw, too wet, too full. But he was slow this time—achingly slow—sliding his cock into your ass again with a quiet groan, like he’d waited centuries to bury himself in you once more.

“There it is…” he purred. “Your hole remembers me. Even when you don’t.”

You whimpered, still half-asleep, still twitching, your hole spasming around his cock like it was begging to be stretched again. And he obliged. Inch by inch. Until he bottomed out and pressed deep against your sore walls.

“Shh… Let it in,” he murmured, licking the sweat from your spine. “Let your body do the thinking. Let it crave me.”

His hips rolled forward.

You jerked, face buried into the sheets, eyes fluttering as the friction hit you again—raw, too raw, but so good, too good.

“You’re still leaking from last time.”

His fingers traced down to your hole, dipping into the cum sliding out. Then, cruelly, he shoved it back in—pushing his own mess deeper into your ass as you sobbed into the pillow.

“Don’t waste it. You’re meant to keep it.”

His hand slid to your hip—then up into your hair—pulling your head back slowly, forcing you to arch as he began to thrust into you again.

So deep, you swore you could feel it behind your ribs.

“Every dream is a lie,” he breathed against your throat. “Except this one. This is real. This is truth. My cock stretching your ass. My cum inside you. Your pussy dripping even though I haven’t touched it.”

Your moan broke into a scream as he slammed deeper, balls slapping wetly against your sore cunt.

Your walls clenched around nothing—again—as your brain scrambled to catch up. You couldn’t think. You didn’t want to. You just wanted more.

And he knew it.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Breed-drunk. Logic gone. Just a pretty body to fill.”

Your pussy throbbed, untouched but soaked. Your ass clenched around him, every thrust messy and obscene, wet noises echoing through the room as your cum-filled hole swallowed his cock over and over.

You came again. Barely aware.

You squeezed him dry—your body convulsing, tears running down your face as he grunted and came deep inside you, flooding you for the second time, his cum mixing with the mess already inside you.

And he didn’t pull out.

He stayed.

Buried.

Cock still twitching.

“Sleep again, my little paradox,” he whispered. “And if you’re still dreaming… I’ll just keep filling you until you wake up.”

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☆ IT FEELS TOOO GOOD TO BE REAL !!!

paring : mydei, phainon, anaxa x fem!reader (separate)

tws : nsfw / smut, reverse cowgirl, vaginal & ańal, passing out, creampie, multiple of rounds, cōckdrunk reader, spanking, pūssy slapping, messy & sloppy séx, marking (biting) and ańal fingering.

sum : when sèx feels soo good you think you are dreaming (which you aren’t). minors do not interact. 18+ only.

❤︎︎ MYDEIMOS :

The first time he split you open, you thought you were dreaming.

You had to be. Nothing real could feel this deep—this ruinously hot, this thick and delicious and all-consuming. It was like being devoured from the inside out. Your fingers were digging helplessly into the sheets, your thighs shaking, drool slipping from the corner of your open mouth as Mydei’s hands forced you to keep riding him.

“No stopping now,” he growled from beneath you. His golden eyes shimmered with something wicked, his lips glistening from where he’d just finished sucking bruises onto your shoulder. “You wanted this. You begged for it. So sit on it and take it.”

You tried—you really tried—but the stretch was too much. Every bounce left you gasping, a hiccuping moan caught in your throat as you slid down again and again on his cock, your back arched, your hole stretched taut and soaked around him. The position—reverse cowgirl—left nothing hidden, your trembling body on full display as his cock disappeared inside you, only to reappear slick and angry-red with each drag.

“Aww… poor thing.” Mydei’s tone was mocking, cruel and amused. He watched as your thighs trembled from exhaustion, as you whimpered and writhed, hips stuttering in their bounce.

He slapped your ass—hard—and you nearly screamed.

“You’re not even halfway there. I haven’t cum yet.”

You whimpered his name, but it came out garbled, fucked too dumb to even speak properly. Your fingers scrambled for stability as your spine curved beautifully, tears dripping down your cheeks.

“M-Mydei… p-please—t-too… mmgh—too deep—”

“Too deep?” he scoffed, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back so he could see your cockdrunk expression. “You’re barely taking half of it.”

That was a lie. He knew it. You knew it.

He was bottomed the fuck out—so far inside you that you could feel the outline of his cock in your gut. So deep it punched the breath from your lungs and replaced it with nothing but stars and squeals.

“You’re dreamin’, huh?” he whispered against your spine, his cock twitching inside you. “That’s what you think? That I’m not real? That this fat fuckin’ cock rearranging your guts is just some fantasy?”

He thrust up hard without warning, and your body jerked as if electrocuted. You screamed. A sobbing, raw, high-pitched noise—almost pathetic.

You couldn’t stop coming.

It was your third orgasm, or maybe your fourth—you’d lost count. Your brain had started leaking out of your ears somewhere between the last slap and the moment he grabbed your hips to hold you in place and just drill up into you while you sat helpless in his lap, drooling and gasping.

“Look at that,” he rasped, smearing his fingers down your spine and then gripping your ass. “Clenching around me like you don’t wanna let go. So fucking cockhungry. You’re just a little hole for me now, aren’t you?”

You moaned in reply, because words were gone—burned out and replaced by hot pleasure and the steady, brutal pounding of his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you love being fucked like this. Say you love being my cockdrunk little toy.”

You nodded. Frantic. Mindless.

“Y-Yes—yours—yours! I-I love it—f-fuck, Mydei—I—nnngh, c-can’t—”

He laughed, dark and cruel.

“Can’t? That’s cute.”

He slammed into you.

“But you will.”

Again.

“Because I’m not done until you’re full.”

You could feel it coming—his release, heavy and hot, the way his hips started to stutter as his cock swelled impossibly deep inside your pulsing hole.

“Take it,” he snarled, his hands bruising your hips now, “Take every drop—”

And then he came.

So deep. So much.

The hot gush of his cum filled you instantly, thick and heavy, flooding your insides as your trembling body collapsed in slow motion. He kept thrusting through it, fucking his cum into you, your hole fluttering helplessly as your own orgasm tore through you again—your vision going white, stars bursting behind your eyes.

The mess was obscene.

You could feel it dripping down your thighs, mixing with your own slick, soaking the ruined sheets beneath you. You collapsed forward, body twitching, half-conscious, moaning like some broken thing.

And he wasn’t done.

Mydei sat up behind you, hand gripping your jaw to tilt your head back as he whispered in your ear—

“Still think it’s a dream, sweetheart?”

You hiccupped a sob, drool on your lips, cum leaking from your fluttering hole.

You were a mess. You were his mess.

And the worst part? You didn’t want to wake up.

You should’ve been asleep.

Your body was limp, collapsed belly-down against the ruined bed, cum still drooling from your hole as your thighs twitched with aftershocks.

But Mydei wasn’t done.

“Still breathing.” His voice was a dark purr, fingers spreading your overstimulated hole as he watched more of his load leak from inside you. “Which means you can still take another one.”

You didn’t speak—you couldn’t. Your mouth hung open, dazed whimpers escaping as he lined himself up again. Your body was already fucked raw, slick, your hole fluttering and loose from everything he’d poured into you earlier. You should’ve been full. You were full. But he didn’t care.

He needed to make sure you stayed full.

“You’re gonna keep it this time,” he growled. “Gonna plug you up so deep it won’t spill out. Gonna make it stick.”

He slammed into you with one merciless thrust.

“Ah! Mydei!” Your scream was muffled by the sheets, your legs spasming as the stretch reignited every nerve ending. He was bigger, hotter—he felt even deeper this time, like your body was trying to reject him out of sheer survival.

But he pinned you there.

“You feel that?” he snarled into your ear, breath ragged. “That’s my cock molding your guts. My seed claiming every inch of you. You’re gonna be mine, inside and out.”

You moaned, voice all broken vowels and gasps. Your head lolled, body twitching beneath him as your hole clenched greedily—needing it, even if your brain had already tapped out.

His hand slid to your throat, lifting your head just enough to whisper:

“This body… this hole… it’s just for me now. You were made to be fucked by me. To be bred by me. Again. And again. Until you can’t walk.”

You whined, high and hoarse, as your fourth—or was it fifth?—orgasm ripped through you, spasming around him as tears rolled freely down your flushed cheeks.

Your body was jelly, shaking, weak… but he didn’t stop.

“Take it. Take every drop. You’re gonna pass out stuffed full of my cum and wake up still leaking.”

His voice was feral now. His hips relentless. The bed creaked violently, your body rocked back into his thrusts like a ragdoll, nothing left but need.

You blacked out mid-creampie.

Eyes rolled back, tongue loose between your lips, your body jolted one last time as Mydei moaned your name—possessive, hungry—and spilled inside you with a final deep thrust, his cock pulsing against your womb as he filled you to the brim.

He groaned, holding you there. Breathing heavy. Watching your unconscious form twitch faintly as his cum overflowed and oozed down your thighs again.

“…Tch.”

He leaned over, brushing your cheek with the back of his knuckles.

“Didn’t even make it to round three.” He chuckled lowly. “Maybe next time.”

He pulled out slow, thick with cum and slick, watching it spill out of your wrecked hole—then pushed two fingers in to plug it back in.

“You’re not wasting a drop, sweetheart.”

❤︎︎ PHAINON :

Your thighs were already sore.

Straddling him backwards, knees wide and trembling as you sank—again—onto Phainon’s cock, your body shuddered like you were made of wax, melting around the stretch of him.

He was thick. Long. Deliberate.

His hands didn’t force you down—no. They guided you, thumbs tracing over your hips like you were an instrument he knew too well.

“There you go,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk against the back of your neck. “Let it in. Deeper… good.”

You whimpered, struggling to breathe around the fullness inside your ass. His cock pressed deep against that sweet spot with every inch, grinding up as you rolled your hips for him like a needy thing.

And he watched. Lazily. With those silver-blue eyes like you were starlight made flesh and sin.

“You’re doing so well. So obedient for someone dripping down their thighs.”

He didn’t need to say it, but you felt it—the slick trail of arousal painting your inner thighs, untouched, needy. He hadn’t even touched your cunt, and yet your body was crying for more.

“Feel full?” he teased.

You nodded, dumbly.

“Good. We’re not finished.”

His hand moved without warning—sliding between your legs from behind. Two fingers dipped into your folds, slow and gentle, before spreading them and slapping your pussy with a wet smack.

You jolted with a gasp.

He did it again—firmer, the sting blooming fast.

“Messy little thing,” Phainon chuckled, voice low and playful now. “You like that, don’t you? All stretched and dripping, while I ruin your other hole?”

You moaned—a high, needy sound as he dipped his middle finger to flick your clit teasingly, only to pull away like a sadist.

Your cunt clenched around nothing. Your ass clenched around everything.

He leaned back against the headboard and tugged you closer, adjusting your angle so you slid deeper on his cock. You felt it grind hard against your sweet spot again, and your legs trembled instantly.

Then came his fingers.

Two, slick and strong, pressing at your puffy rim again—only this time from below, fingering your pussy while fucking your ass.

Your head dropped. You couldn’t even moan right anymore—just a drawn-out sob, tongue slack as your eyes rolled back from the pressure and pleasure slamming together inside you.

“That’s it. Let me in everywhere.”

His fingers curled—perfect, fast, unrelenting—until your pussy was soaking his knuckles.

You started riding him harder without thinking, chasing something messy and glowing in your stomach, everything too much, too good.

“Say it,” he whispered, thumb circling your clit again. “Say you want to be full in both holes. Say you want to be bred like this.”

“I—ah—Phainon—! I w-want it—fill me—pleaseplease—!”

He smirked, stroking your cunt as your hole fluttered around him.

“Good girl.”

He pulled his fingers away, grabbed your hips hard—and thrust up into your ass with a slow, brutal rhythm. You cried out, broken and overstimulated, your walls fluttering as the stretch slid deeper than ever.

Your vision blurred.

You were cockdrunk. Pussy raw and pulsing. Body trembling as he kept fucking you in that sweet, reverse cowgirl angle that made your ass bounce with every thrust.

“So pretty when you fall apart,” he murmured. “Come for me like this. Drip for me.”

You did.

You screamed as you came, cunt spasming around nothing while your ass milked him desperately. His cock throbbed—pulsed—and then spilled hot cum deep into your hole, thick and heavy, pushing you over the edge again.

You collapsed forward, shaking.

Phainon’s hand stayed on your back, stroking soft… but his voice still teased in your ear:

“Don’t fall asleep just yet. That hole’s not sealed, and I’ve got more for you.”

You tried to roll him off.

Your limbs barely responded, trembling and soaked in sweat, but your body needed relief—your ass was sore, your cunt swollen, and the sticky slip of his cum already dripping down your thighs felt like too much.

But his hand—firm, unshakable—pinned you in place.

“Stay seated.”

You whined helplessly, slumped forward, the stretch of his cock inside you still aching.

“Phainon… I—I can’t—please—”

His hand slid down your spine, a soothing touch masking the sadistic heat behind his smile.

“You’re not leaking out already, are you?” he said softly, mock concern in his voice. “We just put that in. If you’re going to be my good girl, you’ll hold it.”

You gasped as he suddenly lifted his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside your sore hole, forcing you to sink even lower—flesh against flesh, the angle sharp and mean. You could feel your belly bulge just slightly where his cock pressed inside, a faint outline shifting beneath the skin of your stomach.

“Ohh—ngh—g-god—”

He chuckled darkly behind you, brushing your hair aside with almost too much care. “Not God. Just me.”

Your body trembled on his lap, your pulse fluttering as he rocked up into you again, slow, torturous, making your walls tighten in overstimulated spasms. You couldn’t tell if you were cumming again or just unable to stop clenching around him—your mind long gone, lips slack, drooling, cockdrunk and twitching.

“This is what happens,” he whispered, bringing his hand between your thighs again, “when you take me so well. I wanna keep using you. Again. And again.”

You whimpered as his fingers slid up your slippery folds—then slapped your puffy cunt once more with a wet smack.

You screamed.

Your body jolted, back arching as your pussy gushed again—more slick gushing down to mix with the cum leaking from your ass, thighs drenched and glistening. You were shaking like a leaf.

“Still so sensitive,” he teased, rubbing slow circles over your overstimmed clit with one hand as the other massaged your ass cheek. “I could make you come like this all night. Milk my cock with that pretty hole while I fuck your cunt with just two fingers.”

He did.

You sobbed, unable to stop yourself from grinding back on him—ass swallowing every inch, cunt crying against his fingers as he slid two digits inside, curling up into that raw sweet spot while he thrust up again.

Every movement was too much. And still not enough.

Your eyes rolled back.

Your thighs gave out.

You came again—loud, messy, collapsing into your arms as your cunt squirted weakly around his fingers and your ass spasmed around his cock. The mixture of your own slick, his cum, and your overstimulation had you barely breathing, mind floating in subspace.

“Now that’s the sound I wanted. Stay still, sweetheart. Let it settle inside you. We’ve still got one more load to put in you before morning.”

You whimpered, cheek pressed to the sheets, drooling, fucked so deep you didn’t even care.

❤︎︎ ANAXAGORAS :

The moment his cock slipped inside your ass, you forgot where you were.

The world bent sideways—your mouth fell open with a moan too high to sound human, your fingers clutched the sheets like lifelines, and your body trembled as he bottomed out inside you with a low, satisfied growl.

“Perfection,” Anaxa murmured, voice impossibly calm for a man buried balls-deep in your ass. “Tension. Weakness. Release. This body of yours is an equation. And I’ve solved it.”

You couldn’t speak.

You were full. Split open. Soaked. There was slick everywhere—your thighs sticky with your own arousal, the sheets ruined beneath you from how many times you’d already cum around his fingers. And now, with his cock inside your tightest hole, every thrust sent your thoughts crashing into each other like glass.

He leaned over you slowly, tongue dragging across your shoulder before his lips bit down hard on your neck.

“Ah—! A-Anaxa—!”

You cried out, vision going white for a second as he marked you, sharp teeth sinking into the flesh above your collarbone. His hips rolled at the same time—deep, slow, merciless—and your body quaked.

“You’re shaking.” He licked over the bruise blooming under his lips, a crooked smile forming. “Is it too much?”

You couldn’t answer. All you could do was moan, broken and delirious, a cockdrunk mess as your ass clenched tightly around him.

“No? Good.”

He fucked into you harder.

Not fast—but deliberate. Deep. Rhythmic. Precise, like he’d studied your anatomy and was hitting every nerve like a formula.

“This,” he whispered into your ear as he rocked forward again, “is the paradox of pleasure. You cry, yet you beg for more. You tremble, yet open wider. Do you know what that makes you?”

You whimpered, legs trembling.

“M-My… my body—”

“Mine,” he corrected, dragging his teeth across your cheek before kissing you sloppily from behind. His cock drove in deep at the same moment, and your body seized like lightning had struck it.

“You’re cockdrunk, darling. Can’t even remember your own name now, can you?”

You couldn’t.

There was nothing but heat. Pressure. The sound of slick skin and his low, devastating grunts against your back. His cock stretched you to your limit, and still you wanted more. You needed him to fill you, to make the dream real.

“You’re drooling.”

You hadn’t noticed.

But he had.

He grabbed your chin, made you look at him over your shoulder, and saw your tongue half out, eyes glassy and wide.

“Dreaming already?” he chuckled. “I haven’t even bred you yet.”

You screamed when he slammed in deeper.

Your pussy clenched around nothing, dripping slick onto his thighs from below. Your ass was stretched raw, yet fluttering like you were about to cum again.

And then he whispered—

“I want you to pass out with my cum leaking from this hole. Only then will I be satisfied.”

He thrust faster, finally. Sloppy now. Loud. The slap of hips against ass echoed in the room, your cries bouncing off the walls as he fucked your brain right out of your skull.

And when you came? You gushed.

Every part of you locked tight around him—cunt soaking the sheets, ass clenching him in like a vice—and that’s when he came too, groaning deep as he poured it all inside you.

Thick.

Heavy.

Messy.

You collapsed forward, twitching, his cock still buried in your ass as cum dripped down your thighs.

“Now,” he whispered against your shoulder, tracing your bruises lovingly, “Tell me again this wasn’t real.”

You didn’t know how long you were out.

But when your eyes fluttered open, the first thing you felt was heat.

Heat between your thighs. Heat up your spine. A thick, heavy pressure nudging at your sore, used ass again.

You were still on your belly. Still a mess. Still leaking, a creamy trail of his cum running down the inside of your thigh like melted candlewax.

And Anaxa was still hard.

You blinked slowly—mind fogged, hips twitching weakly beneath the weight of him.

“Still dreaming?” His voice was a velvet whisper against your ear. “Good. Then your body won’t resist me when I do this again.”

He pushed forward.

“—ahhhn—!”

Your moan hit the pillow like a broken sob, your body immediately tightening around him even as it trembled from being too raw, too wet, too full. But he was slow this time—achingly slow—sliding his cock into your ass again with a quiet groan, like he’d waited centuries to bury himself in you once more.

“There it is…” he purred. “Your hole remembers me. Even when you don’t.”

You whimpered, still half-asleep, still twitching, your hole spasming around his cock like it was begging to be stretched again. And he obliged. Inch by inch. Until he bottomed out and pressed deep against your sore walls.

“Shh… Let it in,” he murmured, licking the sweat from your spine. “Let your body do the thinking. Let it crave me.”

His hips rolled forward.

You jerked, face buried into the sheets, eyes fluttering as the friction hit you again—raw, too raw, but so good, too good.

“You’re still leaking from last time.”

His fingers traced down to your hole, dipping into the cum sliding out. Then, cruelly, he shoved it back in—pushing his own mess deeper into your ass as you sobbed into the pillow.

“Don’t waste it. You’re meant to keep it.”

His hand slid to your hip—then up into your hair—pulling your head back slowly, forcing you to arch as he began to thrust into you again.

So deep, you swore you could feel it behind your ribs.

“Every dream is a lie,” he breathed against your throat. “Except this one. This is real. This is truth. My cock stretching your ass. My cum inside you. Your pussy dripping even though I haven’t touched it.”

Your moan broke into a scream as he slammed deeper, balls slapping wetly against your sore cunt.

Your walls clenched around nothing—again—as your brain scrambled to catch up. You couldn’t think. You didn’t want to. You just wanted more.

And he knew it.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Breed-drunk. Logic gone. Just a pretty body to fill.”

Your pussy throbbed, untouched but soaked. Your ass clenched around him, every thrust messy and obscene, wet noises echoing through the room as your cum-filled hole swallowed his cock over and over.

You came again. Barely aware.

You squeezed him dry—your body convulsing, tears running down your face as he grunted and came deep inside you, flooding you for the second time, his cum mixing with the mess already inside you.

And he didn’t pull out.

He stayed.

Buried.

Cock still twitching.

“Sleep again, my little paradox,” he whispered. “And if you’re still dreaming… I’ll just keep filling you until you wake up.”

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I’m almost done with my multi hsr fic, I’ll be posting it tomorrow!! (i might not be active)

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I fear that Phainon absolutely loves it when you ride him reverse cowgirl. He’s obsessed with watching your ass bounce perfectly in time, his hands gripping your hips tight as he pounds up into you. When he hits that sweet spot, he can’t help but watch your head throw back, your eyes rolling up, and your tongue slipping out, completely lost in pleasure. It drives him wild, and you can feel every filthy inch of him inside you as you bounce harder 😪