elixara

[elixara]

⭑.ᐟ ANNOUNCEMENT: starting on aug 6, i will be semi-active or inactive because my second year in uni will start on that day. i can accept requests but expect late posts or updates from me. i’ll probably on writer’s block as well because i will basically drown in academics seeing that i’ll be taking my major subjects this school year. if you want to talk, i’m also open.

thank you and have a great day!

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content: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, you and phainon are married, phainon is such a simp for his wife, phainon experiencing sympathetic pregnancy symptoms or couvade syndrome. continuation to this.

once the information of you being pregnant has settled, there goes the start of your pregnancy journey. your favorite foods make you throw up and you pity phainon having to bother mydei to teach him how to cook food that you can actually eat and not reject.

phainon is trying his best to help you out. he holds your hair when you throw up, he carries you everywhere because he fears that you’ll overwork yourself (you're not even showing a baby bump yet).

it was actually funny that one time you can finally eat a food phainon (and begrudgingly mydei) had prepared for you. you haven't even had a bite when you heard phainon react to the food he was about to eat as well and ran to the nearest bathroom to throw up.

fast forward when hyacine came by and was all smiley and beaming when she says, “it looks like you're also experiencing morning sickness, lord phainon.”

you bite down your giggles as phainon’s face becomes painted with pure confusion. “huh?”

“remember when i told you about showing pregnancy symptoms last time? you throwing up?”

phainon nodded.

“what you're experiencing now is a continuation of that.”

“oh. i see.” then he turned to you. “then i must love you very much, huh?”

you giggled softly. “i can see it actually.” you turned to hyacine and thanked her, then she bid the two of you good bye after leaving some medicine for both of you to take.

phainon had to throw away his share of the food but you, however, actually enjoyed the cuisine he made. it was something you were able to eat, except for the soup and bread you bought when phainon wasn't looking.

while you were enjoying the food he made, phainon has now a goal to read every book about pregnancy and how he can help make this pregnancy tolerable and perhaps much easier for you.

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in your arms — phainon

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, reader comforting phainon, pet names used (angel), phainon needs a hug

word count: 0.5k

note: hi everyone! this is a reminder that whenever you're having a hard time or a bad day, remember to take care of yourself. try not to bottle up your feelings. if you can, try to find someone who you could lean on. if not, just hug yourself as comfort. it's okay to be tired every once in a while. just don't be too hard on yourself. lovelots! <33

it has always been you showing vulnerability to phainon and him offering a shoulder for you to lean on. despite the hesitation or feelings of being a bother, phainon assured you all the same that it's okay to lean on him.

today is one of those rare days that the smile on his face is replaced by a frown and the energy he’s emitting is gloomy and sad. he comes home to you as always after a long day fulfilling his duties as a chrysos heir. he shook off his armor, the sound resonating in the living room and couldn't bother to clean it up. not that you mind, though. you know he had a long day and is very tired.

you were just in your shared room preparing to sleep when he came in, dragging his feet and plopped onto the bed. you knew immediately that he had a heavy day. you spoke no words, only actions. you tugged on his arm to gesture to him to lay closer to you and that he did. he's laying on your lap, head resting on your stomach and arms wrapped around your waist.

no one said a word. it was a comfortable silence that the two of you shared. you're waiting for him to speak up and you didn't want to initiate the conversation, fearing that you might overstep.

“is it bad that there are times i don't want to be a chrysos heir anymore?” phainon asked, his voice soft and at the verge of cracking. your heart broke. he sounded so weak and tired. you continued playing on his hair and tried to fight the tears from spilling.

“there are days when we feel tired from all the things we shoulder, especially you being the bearer of the world. it's okay to feel tired, phainon. it's okay to feel that way,” you replied, your voice steady.

“this is just so tiring, angel. people dying, the black tide, and the burden for carrying this world.” you could feel the tears dropping on your lap and you stopped playing with his hair. your one hand caressed his face and the other interlaced with his.

“you have been keeping all those emotions inside, haven't you?” you caught the guilty look on his eyes and he looked away. “phai…it's not good to bottle up those emotions. i know that you have to put up a strong front for everyone in amphoreus but remember that you're just a human. yes, a demi-god but human first. you get tired as well. we all have our limits. it's okay to lean on my shoulder, phai. i’m here. i’ll always be here.”

phainon sighed. he sat up beside you and pulled you into his arms. your hands are still interlaced and your head is resting on his shoulder. you feel his lips place a kiss on your hair and rested his chin on your head.

“thank you…for being here with me, angel. for the shoulder i could lean on.”

you hummed, snuggled closer to him as you both lay in the comfortable silence of your shared home.

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content: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, happy ending amphoreus, married relationship, fluff

note: inspired from a manhwa i read

phainon is so in love with you. like literally so so so in love with you. he has always loved you since you were kids. even when he became this hero of amphoreus, his feelings hasn’t changed. in fact, his love for you intensified. now that he’s stronger and more capable of fighting, he always helps you out even in the smallest things. you’re carrying something? he’ll carry it for you. you can’t reach something at the top of the shelf? he’s tall, he will reach it for you. tired of walking around? he’s gonna be carrying you on his back on your way back. he really won’t miss a day of making things easier for you and shouldering your pain.

lately, you notice something wrong with him. he’s frequently feeling nauseous, fatigue, and sometimes he’s throwing up. phainon would shrug it off as a stomach bug but it’s too frequent for it to be one.

fast forward to present. after a checkup at a doctor (hyacine), you found out that you’re pregnant. phainon is so over the moon that whatever hyacine was saying is not entering his ears.

“hyacine? do you think the morning sickness medicine would work on men?”

now that made phainon pause his ramblings. he looked at you curiously. “what do you mean by that, my love?”

you held his hand and replied, “instead of me, you’re the one with morning sickness.”

phainon tilted his head. he looks like a puppy who is confused. “but why? why am i the one who’s having morning sickness?”

hyacine answered phainon’s question, “i’ve seen cases like this before. they say that it happens when the husband doesn’t want his wife to suffer.”

“oh.” phainon didn’t know what to reply. you, however, were blushing heavily beside him, both embarrassed and amused.

it is true though. phainon loves you too much that you fear you could never reciprocate it. but your dearest husband phainon has reassured you countless times that staying with him is enough for him. you know that he will be a good husband throughout this pregnancy journey and he will be a wonderful father to your future child.

[elixara]

your fanfiction is really good — hsr smau

in which hsr men found your fanfiction about them

characters: dr. ratio, gepard

content: slightly suggestive

[elixara]

i had a haircut and i absolutely DESPISE it i said i wanted a trim they gave me layers 🧍‍♀️

[elixara]

phainon likes to wake up early. it has been a developed habit of his. in the past, since everyone in his village wakes up early, he picked up the habit of doing so. when training, he also wakes up early.

you don’t mind. the two of you had developed a dynamic that worked best with your sleep habits. him waking up early and you staying in to sleep more. sometimes, in the morning, after phainon does his routine and before leaving your shared home, he comes back to bed just to admire your sleeping figure. you look so peaceful and undisturbed. he would always tuck you in — fix your pillow, cover you properly in the blanket — and brushing the hair strands that cover your face. it has become part of his routine in the morning before he leaves.

when he made sure that you’re sleeping deeply, he’d sometimes whisper things to you. “you’re even more beautiful when you’re sleeping, angel. does that make me weird? i find your sleeping figure angelic. maybe that’s why i call you ‘angel’. because you are. you’re my angel. and i love you deeply.”

after that, he carefully presses is lips onto the top of your head and smiles gently towards you, blissfully unaware of whatever he said, and then he left to be a chrysos heir for the day.

[elixara]

in your arms — phainon

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, reader comforting phainon, pet names used (angel), phainon needs a hug

word count: 0.5k

note: hi everyone! this is a reminder that whenever you're having a hard time or a bad day, remember to take care of yourself. try not to bottle up your feelings. if you can, try to find someone who you could lean on. if not, just hug yourself as comfort. it's okay to be tired every once in a while. just don't be too hard on yourself. lovelots! <33

it has always been you showing vulnerability to phainon and him offering a shoulder for you to lean on. despite the hesitation or feelings of being a bother, phainon assured you all the same that it's okay to lean on him.

today is one of those rare days that the smile on his face is replaced by a frown and the energy he’s emitting is gloomy and sad. he comes home to you as always after a long day fulfilling his duties as a chrysos heir. he shook off his armor, the sound resonating in the living room and couldn't bother to clean it up. not that you mind, though. you know he had a long day and is very tired.

you were just in your shared room preparing to sleep when he came in, dragging his feet and plopped onto the bed. you knew immediately that he had a heavy day. you spoke no words, only actions. you tugged on his arm to gesture to him to lay closer to you and that he did. he's laying on your lap, head resting on your stomach and arms wrapped around your waist.

no one said a word. it was a comfortable silence that the two of you shared. you're waiting for him to speak up and you didn't want to initiate the conversation, fearing that you might overstep.

“is it bad that there are times i don't want to be a chrysos heir anymore?” phainon asked, his voice soft and at the verge of cracking. your heart broke. he sounded so weak and tired. you continued playing on his hair and tried to fight the tears from spilling.

“there are days when we feel tired from all the things we shoulder, especially you being the bearer of the world. it's okay to feel tired, phainon. it's okay to feel that way,” you replied, your voice steady.

“this is just so tiring, angel. people dying, the black tide, and the burden for carrying this world.” you could feel the tears dropping on your lap and you stopped playing with his hair. your one hand caressed his face and the other interlaced with his.

“you have been keeping all those emotions inside, haven't you?” you caught the guilty look on his eyes and he looked away. “phai…it's not good to bottle up those emotions. i know that you have to put up a strong front for everyone in amphoreus but remember that you're just a human. yes, a demi-god but human first. you get tired as well. we all have our limits. it's okay to lean on my shoulder, phai. i’m here. i’ll always be here.”

phainon sighed. he sat up beside you and pulled you into his arms. your hands are still interlaced and your head is resting on his shoulder. you feel his lips place a kiss on your hair and rested his chin on your head.

“thank you…for being here with me, angel. for the shoulder i could lean on.”

you hummed, snuggled closer to him as you both lay in the comfortable silence of your shared home.

[elixara]

your fanfiction is really good — hsr smau

in which hsr characters found your fanfiction about them

characters: dan heng, jing yuan

content: sfw, might be ooc, pet names (jing yuan calls you dearest, lovely; you call him love) slightly suggestive on jing yuan and dr. ratio’s part

note: these were fun to make ngl. i typed these at 5 am.

[elixara]

divine form!phainon nsfw

content: nsfw, smut, monster fucking, dom!phainon, mean!phainon, consensual nonconsent, no foreplay, rough sex, fem!reader, bleeding wounds, unprotected sex, role play if you squint, oral sex (m!receiving), soft!phainon during aftercare. contains 3.4 spoilers.

word count: 0.6k

note: im writing this because he came home to me 🥰. not proofread.

thinking about divine form!phainon where he forces you to take him in his divine form. almighty and powerful that made you on your knees, serving him. he is that powerful that makes you fear for your life. in your shared home, he’s transformed. with just one look from him, he knows he can take you, right here, right now. he will claim and fuck is cock into you whether you like it or not.

you’re suddenly stripped of your clothes and you’re on your back, legs spread and open for him. one swift movement and you’re screaming his name as you felt his cock penetrating your walls. it’s quite painful seeing that you have not prepared yourself for this and you’re forced to take him inside of your quivering pussy.

divine form!phainon doesn’t hesitate. he pulls back, the tip resting in your slit, and suddenly pushes back in. the tip is hitting your core so nicely that you couldn’t formulate words. you feel that his cock is suddenly thicker and longer in this form compared to when he is human.

“take it,” he says, voice deep that sends shivers down your spine. “take the cock of an emanator.”

you tried. you forced yourself to look at him. phainon, your dearest and warm lover, now replaced by the cruel and ruthless form of an emanator that seems foreign yet you welcome it nonetheless. “p…phainon,” you choke out.

his thrusts are fast and unforgiving. he doesn’t take consideration for you. no. at this point, he only cares about the pleasure he must have and must claim. your thighs are bruised, bleeding from the sharpness of his nails and you paid no mind. you were also seeking pleasure. the pleasure you know phainon will give you.

he doesn’t stop. his chasing it. the pleasure he wants. “fuck! take it. take my seed, woman,” he groans. his hips moved faster, inhumanely faster. one final thrust, you let out a pornographic moan that echoed the room as your orgasm along with phainon and you feel the spurts of cum settling in your womb.

you thought it was done when you're suddenly on your knees and he’s underneath you. one of his hands grabbed a handful of your hair and forced his cock into your mouth. without a bit of warning, he fucked himself into your mouth, not caring whether you choke or gag on it. there are tears in your eyes as you try to take this inhumane cock into your mouth, your hands wrapped around the base where you couldn’t reach and let phainon control your head as he pleases.

“that’s it,” he chuckles, voice deeper than usual. “clean my cock with your filthy mouth, woman. this is your place.”

he bobbed your head faster, chasing another orgasm he wanted. you’re getting dizzy but forced yourself to continue. phainon let out a loud moan and you could stop, as you tried to catch all of his release. you raise your head and swallow his cum, without forgetting to wipe your tears.

phainon softened. his once godly self turned back into that of you knew too well. you’re suddenly in his arms, him whispering all the words of comfort and apologies as he rubbed circles at the back of your hand.

“are you well?”

“did i force myself too much on you?”

“you didn’t use your safeword. are you sure you’re okay?”

“i’m so sorry, darling. i’ll take care of you, okay?”

you couldn’t reply. you’re too tired to do so. you’re limp on the bed as phainon runs the damp cloth over your body to clean you up. phainon dressed you with his shirt and he's back on the bed, still muttering apologies. you just snuggled yourself further into his embrace, relief washes over you as you’re now in his arms. your home.

[elixara]

OMFG PHAINON CAME HOME I WON HIM !!!! 😭 IM ALSO GUARANTEED FOR HIS LIGHT CONE AAAAAAAAA

[elixara]

i’d always choose you — phainon

content: angst/no comfort, gn!reader, implied relationship.

note: i removed my press on nails so i could type this, not proofread.

it was a loop. a never ending cycle of hardships and losses and mourning. in each cycle, phainon witnessed everything. the destruction of his planet, his fellow chrysos heirs’ deaths, and the loss of his life. each cycle, it has always been a pattern. him falling in love with you at first sight, you noticing this particular chrysos heir stealing glances at you or the gaze full of emotions you couldn’t determine, falling in love with him as well. it’s all sunshines and rainbows until the day he lost you. it was a cruel battle. you were protecting the children who idolized your lover and ultimately, you lost your life. in those childrens’ eyes, you were also their hero. phainon couldn’t be there. he had to choose the world before you. you were in the flames and your hero isn’t there. no. you were never his top priority. it’s always amphoreus before you. the world before his lover. to witness this cycle for more than a hundred is painful. more than a millenia is torture. in each cycle he meets you again, his heart twists in pain at the thought of losing you. it was suffocating and he doesn’t know the reason. only when you’re at death’s door when he realizes why.

will there be a cycle wherein he doesn’t choose you? he tried to think of it. will things be different if he chose differently? is there even a possibility? no. how could he think of that? it feels like betraying the love and breaking his promises for you. in the end of each cycle, he vows, “for our tomorrows towards the future, i’d always choose you.”

[elixara]

im ready for phainon 😍 i have 8 pity, on 50-50, 25 pulls, and a dream 😔

[elixara]

im so feral for phainon he looks good in this art 😩

nsfw below 😁 might write smth abt this

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magniticent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride it and I would give this man the sloppiest, wettest, creamiest, soul taking, slimy, life changing, death DROPPING, heaven sent, flabbergasting, hypnotising, ungodly, astonishing, leg trembling, back arched, hands desperately grabbing the sheets, legs stretching out again and again, toe curling, voice breaking, whimper causing, waist slowly moving up and down, small heavy breath " I can't take much more of this", breaths getting quicker, twitching, throbbing, eyes shut, lip biting, edging begging for relief, warm hot rush bubbling up, spit upon the tongue twisting ground tip-talking against the mouth, sideways spit from the end and lick from the bottom to the top then spit and lick to the bottom, deepthroating, thrusting slower then faster, faster, FASTER twisting mouth around each side, spiritually enlightening, chakra aligning, mangekyo sharigan unlocking, golden light like a halo, noise from the very edge of his throat for the final, hardest release ever....and THEN I'd let him pound me so FUCKING HARD UNTIL HE IMPREGNATES ME WITH HIS BABIES. from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the church, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, while i gasp for air and scream the lord's prayer.

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i saw a meme where it said “everytime you call your boyfriend “daddy”, sigmund freud’s ghost becomes a little stronger” is so funny to me because ive heard a lot of theories of freud and there are memes about it and this one hits to me more than usual because im a psychology student and a smut writer 😆. this meme is related to freud’s psychoanalytic theory, the oedipus complex, for men and jung’s theory, electra complex, for women. not that i shame people for having that kink tbh bcs im the same i used to have daddy kink. i just found it funny because there’s a psychological explanation or theory for having these kinds of kinks in sexual relationships.

that’s it for my ted talk. thanks for reading 😆

[elixara]

kdh brainrot hcs — phainon

note: im still a firm believer that phainon is a once or a kpop fan in general. this is also self-indulgent.

hear me out! what if phainon watched k-pop demon hunters?

imagine that the first trailer dropped oh he was so hyped up and excited for the movie to release on netflix. he was looking forward to the songs and how k-pop is incorporated into the movie. he couldn’t barely hide his excitement.

fast forward to the movie release. oh he was so seated with popcorn and everything. the guy’s so hyped for the songs. oh he absolutely loved all the songs that huntr/x sang. (you liked the saja boys despite them being demons.)

i just know he bawled his eyes out at the enemies to doomed lovers (because they never got to be) at rumi and jinu.

his favorite character is derpy (the blue adorable tiger). i feel like his cuteness aggression was activated when they showed derpy trying to make the plant pot stand but kept knocking it down.

you were with him watching the movie and enjoyed his yapping sessions about the details he saw in the movie. he kept telling you about this or that, the allegories made in the movie, and just how obssessed he is with the emotions, expressions, etc.

i think he has an unhealthy obsession with the song “golden”.

he might drag you to sing “free” with him and re-enact the jinu x rumi scenes. cue offkey notes that made your ears bleed.

at the credits scene, when he saw that three of TWICE members sang the original song “takedown”, he’s fanboying so hard. that song is gonna be on his on repeat. trying to hit those notes along with jihyo or those rap parts.

he’s gonna be screaming so hard when a TWICE song was featured in the movie. “did you hear that? that’s TWICE! it’s “strategy!”” he’d be screaming and shaking you with excitement. but when you were shaken hard and start to complain, he’s gonna stop and just hug you, all the while he’s fanboying.

[elixara]

ghost of you — nanami kento

content: angst/no comfort, post shibuya arc, non sorcerer!reader, implied relationship, gn!reader

word count: 0.7k

note: i can’t write angst so this is practice pt. 2. i listened to multo by cup of joe and was inspired to put a few lines from that song here.

it was stated at the start of your relationship with kento that he has a demanding job and he can’t tell you the details of his line of work. all you know is that it is dangerous and he’s doing it to keep you safe. you didn’t pry, not wanting to create a strain between the two of you. you kept quiet. there are many silent prayers directed to the deities to keep your lover safe and return him home to you. at most times, those prayers were answered. until the day they weren’t.

he’s telling you about his overtime job located in shibuya, in which he stressed that you do not go there under any circumstances. your heart grew heavy with anxiety and a gut feeling that something is not right. you could see it in his eyes. that grim and serious look that you’re afraid that something wrong is happening. you’ve pleaded, on your knees and begged him not to go. for him to stay with you and whisper words of assurance that he’d never leave you.

kento could not turn to you, his back is already facing you and he’s headed towards the door, ready to leave. he couldn’t bear to see you in tears before he departs and he doesn’t know what fate has for him in shibuya. with a heavy heart, he leaves. and you stayed in your shared home, praying and waiting.

prayers turned to anxiety, anxiety turned to overthinking. finally, there was a knock on your door. outside, it was a pink haired teenager who looked worse for wear. shakily, he handed you a letter and muttered a soft and shaky “i’m sorry.”

you fought the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. kento mentioned this kid to you, the one he’s mentoring. itadori yuji. from the two words that left his mouth, you knew. you already knew. you managed to croak out a “thank you” and the boy left. you closed the door and you sat on the floor, not wanting to even look at the letter. to open it is to accept the truth that you’re denying. to read it is to confirm that your anxieties had come true. still, you opened it.

my dearest darling,

if you’re reading this, then it means i did not make it. i know that i’ve kept a lot of secrets from you, including my line of work that had you worried for many nights. i’m so sorry for not telling you everything because i fear for your safety. i’ve left you everything i have and use the money to start a new life in malaysia. i know i’ve been telling you how i wanted for us to live there but sadly, i won’t be there for the new chapter in our lives. everything is arranged, including our house. for your safety, please go there. maybe this is my final wish so i can be assured that you’ll be safe.

i love you. no words are enough to describe what i feel for you. i won’t hold it against you if you find love somewhere else. all i wish for is for your happiness.

sincerely,

kento

you sat there, shaking. tears are pouring nonstop from your eyes. all you could do is to scream. you couldn’t even cry quietly if you wanted to. your heart has shattered and you couldn’t pick up the pieces to fix yourself.

no no no no NO!

you’re in denial. you couldn’t accept it. how could you? should you have tried harder to convince him to stay that night? or was it already set in stone that the world is going to take you from him? who took him away from you? how could they take him from you? what did you do for you to suffer like this?

all these questions in your head makes you scream more. you had no one to console you. you’re all alone.

many days and nights have passed and you’re quite surprised that you’re still alive and kicking. you can’t eat. you have no appetite. even if you tried, you’re haunted by the memories of him. inside your shared room, in the kitchen where he wears that pink apron as he cooks for you, or the shower for intimacy for the two of you.

you can’t free yourself from the never ending cycle of prison in which the memories of him haunts you day and night. you could still feel his touch, the warmth of his embrace in your sleep that you’re afraid of waking up and be reminded of the cold reality that he’s not there by your side. not anymore.