opheliadrowni

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pussy agenda was always in. yuuta would quite literally be the epitome of sexual repression and frustration; the barest form of contact would already have him rubbing his legs together in search for the bliss of physical respite. god forbid you hug him and a cool breath from you tickles the shell of his ear-- he's already scrambling back to his dorm and using some stolen article of yours to hump off to as he recalls the sensation of intimacy he's been exempt from for so long... not brazen in the slightest and it drives him insane.

he definitely squirms around a lot when he strives for an orgasm, crying and whimpering as he clutches at nothing. choked moans almost exude off the impression he's in pain from depravation, sporadic and volatile movements possessed. loves to arch his back like he's trying to meet into the touch of someone-- in his head, yours, and his legs start shaking senselessly when his cute clit gets rubbed.

spreads his lips apart for the pathetic thrill when his imagination pictures you with him-- soon after abruptly closing his thighs when his clit throbs overwhelming so. endlessly thrashes around and sweetly crying out pleas with semblances of your name even when it garners concern from outside his door, even when he fails to muffle himself in an attempt for decency; vibrator or fingers, a pillow in place of a body, whatever does the job will have to do it very thoroughly, he can deal with the humiliation he dug himself later with a fooling act.

you think he isn't a squirter? oh love, he may as well be a dog pissing to mark its territory. so animalistic. the faint trickle of a happy trail that fades into obscurity starts to cling heavier when his cum droops down from it-- his thighs, his hip lines, his womb. so fucked out, he can't help but sigh longingly and curl up in the puddle of his own debauchery.

atleast rika's soul has passed on, and he doesn't have to worry about her disbelief of such wantonry all concealed under the guise of his shy innocence.

he only hopes that she takes a liking to you-- though it wouldn't surpass the amount of desire dedicated to your person, it'd certainly... help with the inevitable post clarity shame.

then again, she doesn't have an outstanding reason to exclude you from the bounds of her favour, when you drive him so breathe less.

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i didn't really know how to make this more interesting nor compartmentalized, so i feel a little shameful of this. i too suffer from shit sleep schedule </3 but pussy truly tight truly clean truly fresh... pussy fat full of flesh baby

I do not know, everything is in a fog... I saw a 'pussy' and lost consciousness... came to myself when I wrote it all... /hj

also a huge number of kisses for my star you are as always gorgeous I adore you <33333 /gen

blossoming

more than 2500 words

content warnings: mild unhealthy behaviour, sexual frustration + sexual repression, body insecure, not very realistic (absolutely unrealistic) but very detailed /neg

mention of dub-con (?, fantasy), hypersexuality, awkward first time, heavy petting (humping), sexual fantasy, sex toys (vibrator), squirting, fingering (solo, g.), hyperstimulation (g.), mild body worship (g.)

the part under the dividing line is shameless monsterfuck & tongue fucking with cursed spirit!reader

Good pretty boy,,,,, Yuuta is so unrestrained and unable to resist temptation, especially when you are next to him, timidly wrapping your fingers around his, or pressing against his side; bending down to hear something or say something. Ordinary friendly moments, a fleeting touch of skin to skin, an innocent cooing or a desire to enter his personal space, allowing him to slide over you with an indecently adoring gaze; notice new features that he hadn't even noticed before, until you were so close to him that he could smell you — this is enough to his heart skipped a beat.

It's even good that you don't pay attention to him when talking about something, because Yuuta's face is so excited and rosy that you would probably start to worry, although there is absolutely no reason for this — he is already used to you making him so weak and trembling, hears only your voice and the frantic pounding of his heart, although there is no reason for him to be like that.

He just can't help but be like that when you're around.

... In fact, you don't even need to be around.

Yuuta, who curls up in a ball to feel safe when he touches himself, gently, almost weightlessly caressing himself through his clothes — when he is still so awkward and insecure, feeling so hot and thirsty, but the realization that he is like this because of a simple interaction with you makes him feel sick. It is so unusual and exciting to communicate with someone, especially with someone so kind and affectionate, not afraid that he can hurt, eager to help him — his face did not stop blushing all this time, hands are so wet; the main thing is that you do not consider him strange, he will not tolerate such a shame and a humiliating experience during the longest and sweetest conversation in several years. But you didn't seem too disappointed and didn't want to make fun of him, looking down slightly at his agitation and weak stutter, and didn't even look disgusted when he desperately tried to find more topics for conversation so as not to let you get bored and leave.

You were really so... affectionate... You even touched his skin several times — although shame burns his cheeks, remembering how he pulled away out of habit, but this warmth becomes pleasant, you tried so hard to convince that everything is fine and you understand that, you will be more gentle with him in the future. Will you? It's optional, but it would be nice... and pleasant.

Yuuta didn't plan anything good if he agreed to the offer, but it actually turned out to be a good choice. His classmates turned out to be not such bad people — even if they did not manage to find a common language at first. And you, you also turned out to be not such a bad person. Even very good. If nothing happens, it would be good to get along better with you. You seem like a very nice person.

And a little, just a little, perfect.

You liked him too? At least a little bit...

His body is so hot.

Has it always been like this? Has it always been so wet and swollen, sensitive to even the faintest touch? It was as if something had teased him to the point of painful sensitivity, but he had only just managed to get to his room to undress. He's too wet, — both inside and out, — too wet to think that this is how it should be. You just touched his hips and arms a couple of times, but it was platonic, completely platonic, even when your fingers casually touched his thigh while you were saying something — he couldn't concentrate nor ask you to stop stroking.

It was so good, and the thought that you don't even understand what it looks like was even more exciting. Yuuta probably looked so sick, especially when he wanted to squeeze hips to rub them, but only trembled, wanting your hand to stay in place, casually stroking. It was nice to touch him, wasn't it? Or was it just your action out of habit, without even realizing what you are doing and what you are touching?.. For some reason, he wants it to be the first.

He is not one of the softest, but maybe you would like to squeeze his hips, leaving red marks, or bite, slightly grabbing his sensitive skin. Or maybe you would like to slide your lips along the inside of his thigh, closer to his groin, ignoring his... his wet... He would cum just from seeing you between his legs — you don't even need to touch him; just the thought that you will see him so pathetic and desperately wet, full of these desires, seeing how it pulsates with excitement — Yuuta can only bury his nose in the pillow, moaning pitifully when touches clit through underwear. He's already so soaked in the fabric, even though he hasn't even touched it once, his fingers haven't touched it yet-

He shouldn't be in such a thirsty rage like in heat just because you were gentle with him and friendly, but when he squeezes the pillow between his legs, rubbing against it, feeling the wet fabric stick, making the friction more slippery, Yuuta can't help but think that your thigh would feel better. Your hands holding him tight, forcing him to rub against you in a rougher rhythm until he is too stimulated to drool and desperately cling to you, but you don't even think about stopping until he comes again-

he'll definitely go crazy one day if this continues.

Okay, okay, but Yuuta, who's not sure about his body? Yes, maybe it doesn't sound attractive, but there is something in the fact that he tries not to touch himself naked too much and doesn't like to take off too many clothes. He just doesn't like what he sees, and doesn't have a lot of opportunities to be naked when he's too nervous about being caught off guard — at least that's what he tells himself when hides under the covers to gently touch pussy through clothes, but immediately pull away hand, curled up. He shouldn't do it — but he can't help but rub his legs, clinging to the pillow and sheets when wants to caress himself instead.

His body doesn't feel attractive and alluring at all, but Yuuta can't stop wanting friction and touching; that someone pulls his panties aside and touches his clit, or rubs his easily-wet pussy until it starts to hurt from lack of more. He doesn't want to not see it nor really touch it — but rush around the bed from the thought that you will grab his hands so as not to let him stop you from seeing it as best as possible, gently push his thick swollen labia, or how you push your fingers inside, stretching, whispering that only such a workout can help him become stronger... or realize that it's enough for him to just keep his hips spread for you if he cum even from a couple of rough thrusts. Yuuta is actually so pretty, and you like how well he perceives any caress, so longing for touch that his pussy tightly squeezes your fingers whenever you try to remove them — maybe his hips would try to do the same if you had not taken this opportunity from him in advance. But his ruddy face with shining eyes, watching how well you stretch and treat him, ignoring his moans and whining, kissing him when his body starts to tremble sweetly

Yuuta is so close to coming that when he wakes up alone, feeling that his underwear is all wet and sticky again, he can't help but feel almost despair. He doesn't like to touch his body once again — it's embarrassing and strange — with this heat and friction, but it's the first time he cums so hard when his hand rubs the swollen clit, thinking that you would surely like this sight.

His fingers are so wet because of the juice, but body relaxes so pleasantly, finally ceasing to be so hungry.

... Not for long, though.

The boy can't help but blush when chooses toys, hoping that no one will catch him,,, I'm sure he's just in excited horror when he sees something big, doubting how anyone can cope with such a thing at all — maybe the whole point is that he's still too inexperienced, but it looks monstrous.

In the end, a couple of controlled round vibrators is the only thing he decides to buy, trying very desperately to hide his purchase, dying even from the thought that someone will understand what it is </3 it sounds just awful, but Yuuta can't deny that he's in a hurry not only so that no one sees him. And it still feels not like your touch, but much better than your fingers — although he still rubs his clit to make himself cum, just because you would definitely do the same. Although the thought of cumming by touching himself makes him feel perverted and almost disgusted, it's nice when Yuuta thinks that you would probably make him cum that way for the first time — on your fingers, rubbing his clit and pushing deeper, gently stretching and cooing how good it feels.

When the vibrator continues to work, it doesn't feel so bad, even if he can't cum anymore.

Good good good but when Yuuta touches himself for the first time, yielding to some impulse — maybe after you first touched him through his clothes, whispering how sensitive and excited he is, and how much you want to touch him and push his lips apart, and Yuuta can't help but feel himself affected. For some reason, imbued with some kind of interest in what is interesting to you, even if earlier a simple thought to touch him caused a ashamed repulsion — now for some reason it seems not so, but something exciting.

"Push his lips apart"? You probably mean it — they're, uh, thick enough... but you cooed that they're amazing, so he shouldn't stop just because of that, he should understand exactly what you'll see when you spread his thighs. This is a common curiosity!

... Yuuta can't keep looking at it for long though — although it looks definitely better now than he thought it would, but just the thought that you would see something like this makes him feel ashamed. Maybe it would be better to tell you that you should not look there — although Yuuta knows that he will not be able to refuse you if you seriously want it, too eager to please you </3

Self-indulgence, but eating his pussy until it hurts is my reason to write for him,,,,,, he's probably so trembling and almost mindless when you rub his clit again, gently treating his pussy, maybe even cooing what good treatment he deserves, so longing and needy, he was probably treated so unfairly, and Yuuta can't help but be ashamed if you turn to it... him, but he just looks with glistening wet eyes at how you stretch him, kissing the inside of his thighs as a pause — before returning, again forcing him to squirm in your hands.

But when Yuuta can't stand it; listen, but his insanely excited eyes, when he jerks sharply, trying to move away, feeling that something is wrong, it doesn't feel the same as before, but you don't let him — his excitedly broken voice doesn't have time to warn you </3 when he squeezes you, almost choking with shock and excitement, while you keep rubbing, not letting him stop until his body can no longer.

... The first experience of squirting ends well, apart from his shame after and refusal to get out from under the blanket, although he is so weak and shaking that you can easily remove the blanket yourself </333

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by the way, speaking of the cursed spirit- as far as we know, they don't have genitals, but you do have a tongue. considering what a certified monsterfucker he is, I'm sure he'll be into it.

Will definitely be an excited and trembling drooling mess if you rub your tongue between his labia, caressing Yuuta's swollen sensitive clit, or gently stretch him — getting almost to his cervix, stimulating even more intensely, or gently stroking him, only slightly pushing inside, making him squirm and beg for you to go deeper. When you push it deeper and slowly, letting him feel how his pussy gradually fills up more and more, but at the same time holding him firmly in place without being able to move at his will — you're not even sure if all this liquid is your saliva or it's his juice; but Yuuta whines and sobs so sweetly, eager to beg you to stop teasing him, but at the same time he does not want to interrupt you, knowing that you are enjoying this vulgar reaction and thirst of his <3

Or give him a ride on your tongue? He's so awkward and exuberantly ruddy when he understands what you want from him, but that doesn't mean he's against it, okay? He is so uncertain about finding a place on your face — or what you can call your face — still worrying about how comfortable you are until you start gently pushing — and probably the rest of the time it ends up with his pussy being very stretched and wet, pulsating from constant orgasms, so how does he go crazy so easily from the slightest stimulation, and if you also support him, then he just can't calm down.

Don't get wrong — Yuuta is always only for your initiative... but he is so longing, so nervous against the background of the possibility of losing you and excitement because of the understanding that you stayed with him even after your death, that he wants to somehow show that he is also desperate, he also loves you, you are the most attractive a person in the world, and your attitude of “come on honey show me how much this shy pussy wants to get fucked” doesn't help at all when Yuuta chokes on saliva, trying to get as deep and rough as possible while you encourage him, cooing <333

In the end, he still tries to bury himself a little in the blanket, but it's not humiliating to let you know that he loves you and longs for you always. It's just embarrassing when Yuuta thinks he could have chosen a less messy path, but everything is fine <33333

№2

I beg for the first time Yuuta jerks off and literally at some point remembers Rika and feels his libido drop. Then he remembers you and somehow everything gets better, but the residue remains </3

He is just horrified at the thought that she will find out how perverted he is, as soon as she only allows him to have personal space and the opportunity to be constantly aroused; but he himself did not know that he was like that until you began to touch him and his body became so drowned in pleasure </3 but it kind of makes his stress ease, so he's not sure if he can give up constantly rubbing the pillow between his legs </33 he just hopes she wouldn't be too disappointed.

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Charlotte siblings... and their views on Totto Land's matriarchy: Part 1 (Smoothie, Oven, Chiffon, Cracker, Galette, Katakuri, feat. Perospero and Daifuku)

Headcanon-heavy! This is just our fanon take on Totto Land's culture and these characters. If you enjoy it, follow us and feel free to request who should be included in Part 2 or drop by our askbox to chat!

Totto Land is a peculiar place. Under the supreme authority of its queen Big Mom and her wishes, with each of her spouses - 'kings' - being only barely influential temporarily and discarded as soon as they're not useful anymore, it could be well described as a strong case of monarchic matriarchy. In a society like this, especially in a land so hostile to anyone leaving, stuff is much different than in more common patriarchal societies, and different prejudices can develop. Without further ado, here are some headcanons on how various children of the Charlotte family adapted to Totto's girlboss land!

Smoothie firmly believes that women are superior to men, and her bias sometimes shows. She generally tends to think less of her brothers and especially of the family's fathers, however (unlike some of her sisters), she's not obsessive in that. If a man proves himself to be strong, capable, and doesn't try to seize the power that rightfully belongs to Big Mom, Smoothie can well approve of them and respect them; but overall, she tends to think that keeping men around is unnecessary and more trouble than it's worth 98% of the time.

Oven accepts Totto Land's system in full. He is a lawful kind of guy, and he internalized the country's written and unwritten rules to the extent that he will personally hunt down and punish anyone who goes against them. This means that he doesn't see himself as equal to the sisters, he respects them greatly, but he will still do his best to be valued for his work rather than gender. Since he became a father, he struggles with a bit of a cognitive dissonance, though. After all, since childhood, he has been taught to despise the fathers and see them as weak or even traitors - being one now must not feel great even if he has a pass of having the Charlotte blood in his veins.

Chiffon loves Bege greatly and could never think of him as lower. She is someone who generally believes in treating everyone equally and will never speak to someone disrespectfully because of their gender or any other identity. Still, though, growing up in Totto Land girlbossified her quite a bit - Chiffon naturally takes charge whenever she can, she has strong opinions and will, and wouldn't let anyone silence or speak over her. Fortunately, despite being a powerful pirate himself, Bege respects that fully, so they never really clash over who should be the dominant one in the relationship (spoiler alert it's Chiffon).

Cracker... is the kind of guy who has the tendency to grow even more contrary whenever someone tries to pressure him into agreeing with any views at all. Unless he's scared, when you tell him not to do something, he will do it. Effectively, he's kind of against Totto Land's matriarchy as a whole, even if he obviously respects Big Mom's strength. He also likes challenging people, so expect him to get in fights to prove that he can be just as (if not more) powerful as his sisters. Femininity is additionally an iffy area for him, for reasons- (YES we headcanon Cracker to be FTM and have explanations as to why but that's something to discuss in more detail later-)

Galette doesn't really like to lead or make decisions. It makes her anxious, stressed out, and she would much rather follow clear instructions than have to take charge. Thus, she doesn't fit in with the girlboss standard of the family and is sometimes judged for her general submissiveness and devotion to Mont D'or by the top matriarchy advocates of Totto - Cinnamon, Smoothie, Citron, Amande, etc.

In Totto's society, Katakuri is lucky enough to get a pass and be respected, valued, and looked up to by girls and boys alike. This pass is granted due to his impressive strength first and foremost, but also due to his humble nature that causes him to never reach for more than he's supposed to. He tries to avoid any discussions on gender the best he can and treats everyone fairly; even if he has some internalized biases, they never really show.

Not to repeat ourselves at length, we already described how Perospero was influenced by Totto Land's society here! To put it briefly, though, he is someone who reacted to Totto Land's matriarchy by actively deconstructing the very notion of gender binaries; effectively, he doesn't see himself as lower than anyone, just different.

Again, we shared some further thoughts on Daifuku here but if you're looking for The One who rebels most against Totto's established order (avoiding angering Big Mom, of course), here's your guy. 😉

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and much madness must make: 

AU #2, in which the Whitebeard Pirates adopt a new sibling.

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copper dreams and crimson stars:

New fic! Posted yesterday and forgot to mention it here, whoops. Magi fandom this time, featuring a male!OC, will be heavily involved with Kou Empire.

Warning: Author hasn’t actually read through the entire manga and only vaguely knows how it ended/stuff that went on, so…

Summary: In the ashes of a young man’s funeral pyre, a little boy opens his eyes in a small country far to the east. A country in an entirely different world. [OC, AU]

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[opheliadrowni]

Headcanon: Angel and Moscato are trans (trans Moscato headcanon is from the author SiZodiac in their fanfic Family Album, credits to them! I just loved the idea)

The family didn't really question their clothing choices or their femininity/masculinity, they didn't really care since they're used to the diversity of the family. However, some of them often misgender Angel and Moscato because they thought it was only their persona.

One day, they were too tired of correcting everyone, so they approached their older siblings Perospero and Compote to talk about it. The two are very accepting, and even corrected the family tree list Peros personally owns (to keep track of the family, ofc the eldest has to take that responsibility).

Ever since that day, the family started to use the correct pronouns. Angel and Moscato couldn't be more grateful for their siblings.

[opheliadrowni]

Here's a funny thought I had today. I hope it gives you as much serotonin as it does to me.

Some random street rat kiddo finds a discarded shirt good enough to wear and does, ignoring the Pirate logo on it because it's hardly the worst thing they've worn.

Roger pirates swing in through town and see this random kid with Whitebeard's Jolly Roger and "thoughtfully" decide to return them. Naturally this kid is completely lost as to why they've been kidnapped but hey, they're fed regularly now and it's kinda cool on a pirate ship. They help out and whatnot until Roger finds Whitebeard.

And just. Holds up this random ass kid by the shirt with a shit eating grin.

"Lost something, Eddie?"

Whitebeard, fully aware that's not his kid at all but is now.

"Roger."

"Can I keep them? They're so cute with Buggy and Shanks, and you've got so many already. C'mon Eddie, what do you say?"

Whitebeard, long since committed to this kid being his.

"So you want to fight again, do you Roger?"

The poor kid is so damn confused about what's going on and Whitebeard's crew just marvels at how their Captain/dad manages to adopt more kids without even trying.

I am crying, this is so funny and cute and perfect and I really want this to be a fic, do iiiiit.

Thank you I needed good thoughts today and this is so canon omg.

[opheliadrowni]

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𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬 (& 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫)

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

[opheliadrowni]

I can order something with Yanderes! Black Butler (Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude, Ash and other characters of his choice) fell in love with a person who is the very definition of "good luck charm", as if she and everyone close to her won absurd luck [ For example: how to win the lottery, or leave unscathed in a fatal accident ].

So clear that the yanderes could not simply kidnap their your beloved because something or someone would prevent it from happening, since their power alters fate and, with that, protects her, since she does not want to be kidnapped.

I wish I would have something like this. It would make my life a lot more easier.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, manipulation, delusions, paranoia, attempted kidnapping, guilt-tripping, self-harming

Good luck charm

Ciel Phantomhive

☕️When he first heard about the immensity of your luck and that no one could even touch you as long as you didn’t want too, he thought people were exaggerating. Surely you might be very lucky, more than many persons combined in their life, but something like altering fate was ridiculous. That was at least until he got to know you better, seeing with his own eyes how unbelievable your luck really was, people bathing in fortune when you were close to them and wanted to help them. He was baffled to say the least, starting to see this luck of yours as more than just luck.

☕️It doesn’t go well with Ciel’s plans. No one is able to touch you as long as the intention to hurt you or harm you in any way is there. Not even kidnapping is possible since even Sebastian fails, your luck being too strong. It annoys Ciel, makes him lose patience rather quickly since he hates being overpowered like this. It’s even worse because you are even superior against Sebastian. Threatening and blackmailing won’t do anything good either, everything he does seems hopeless.

☕️There are many different ways how he would approach this problem. The first one would be asking Sebastian if you are perhaps some sort of magical creature since your amount to g luck and if he knows of a way to break it. The next thing would be that he will start to experiment on how exactly your luck works. Does things get prevented only when you want them to happen or does your luck senses bad things and prevent it without you even noticing? Can he kill strangers you met on the street since they aren’t that important to him or will they be protected because you met them? Ciel wants to gain as much informations as he can before deciding what to do.

☕️The only thing someone could do in this case is surrendering because if even Sebastian doesn’t know what to do, Ciel won’t be able to do much either. So what other choice does he have besides approaching you normally? Ciel would be forced over the edge in here, frustrated because he can’t do anything to keep you. He will be forced to court you the normal way, to deal with jealousy when you’re with people you like and the concept of you having full freedom. He can’t risk anything or else he might get caught by you, leading to you not wanting him anymore near you and your luck ensuring that you’ll never have to see him again. He is really pissed off about all of this and will never stop looking for ways to at least weaken this weird ability of yours a bit, but it is safe to say that you won against him. And Ciel doesn’t enjoy being defeated this way.

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛Sebastian most likely sensed it the moment you met him, that there was something about you that seemed not normal at all. So when hearing from other persons that you were the definition of a living fortuna, he was skeptical at first. Different from Ciel he never found the idea of you being a lucky entity ridiculous. He was just not sure if all of this was true, even though it would be an explanation for the vibe he had gotten from you. But after he started getting closer to you, wanting to be near his mate, he just saw and senses it. The unbelievable power you seemed to have, him even sensing that you seemed to alter fate from time to time in difficult situations.

🐈‍⬛Whilst at the beginning being somewhat fascinated from this, he will at one point grow to dislike this. He was never faced with something like this which is why he has a hard time dealing with it. He himself is stunned since he isn’t used to not knowing something. But despite lacking experience with this, he knows very well that he can’t take you nor kill people close to you or else something might happen. It is quite frustrating to say the least, knowing that he can only sit back and watch you. He has an nearly unbelievable amount of patience, but even he will experience for the first time in his life helplessness.

🐈‍⬛The fact that he doesn’t know what he is facing makes him a bit nervous and uneasy. He feels like since you’re his mate, he should know what this is what he is constantly feeling and will start investigating and searching for an answer. Different from his master, Sebastian still knows to what extremes your luck works. He has sharpened and keen senses and just has a feeling how your power works, making him planning based on his instincts.

🐈‍⬛Hopefully whatever other-worldly power is protecting you that Sebastian doesn’t have bad intentions with you and allow him to be near you. He is in a very difficult situation right now, not able to take his mate like a demon should die to their power. And he has to be careful with his manipulations and guilt-trappings since your luck has an instinct of it’s own and will push him away if he plans on somehow isolating it harming you. On the other hand he also feels from time to time that he himself is already made part of your luck, always being there when you get in troubles or need help. And he will start using this as an advantage as good as possible. His pride is certainly insulted due to him being controlled by your luck, but if it means being near his mate, he’ll swallow his pride as good as possible and love with what he can do with his limited options.

Alois Trancy

👅Alois is more dense to say the least and won’t really grasp just how unnatural this all is until Hannah or Claude point it out to you. Reason is that he never really payed attention to it before, focusing mainly on you and being near you. So when he finally starts noticing, with the help of Hannah who just senses things like this, he would at first be more childlike fascinated with all of this. He just doesn’t get the problem at first, maybe even feeling happy for his s/o that she is so fortunate since she deserves in his eyes only the best.

👅Alois has a more simple-minded way of thinking which prevents him from seeing the problem at first. All he sees is his darling being lucky and happy, spoiled by her luck and by him as well. The only thing he might be pouty over at first is that he isn’t able to treat her like he wishes since she already is treated very good by everyone and everything just seems to fall naturally in her hands. The moment it becomes a thorn in his eyes is when he tries to kidnap her and it didn’t work, making him realize that the thing he actually loved about you was what made it not possible to have you for himself.

👅Someone has to help him or else he’ll continuously try to kidnap you which can end surely with your supernatural powers making sure he doesn’t come anywhere close to you. This on the other hand will lead to Alois totally snapping and before this happens Hannah has to help him calming a bit down and thinking more rationally about this. Hannah is determined to help her master, but even she isn’t familiar with this ability of yours. Alois is sadly brat enough to yell at all his servants for being so utterly useless since he places all blame on them for not being able to act.

👅He takes second place for dealing the worst with this since in his brain it just doesn’t click that obviously no power in this world, at least until his servants haven’t found out the opposite, will ever succeed in bringing you to him. It surely makes him go crazy and really desperate that he is bound to at one point just start crying. He somewhat hates and loves this ability of yours. When he’s spending time with you and witnesses it in real action, he always is in awe. The problem occurs the moment he isn’t and wants you, through force, near you. He will need a very long time until he has somewhat understood that keep kidnapping, or to be honest trying to kidnap you, won’t work like he hoped it would. It will lead him to trying it with manipulations and guilt-tripping, using his past and saying he wants you to stay over in his house for a bit longer which hopefully works. Thing is that even if his darling finds out what he’s been doing so far, she might feel sorry for him given his past and also like him since Alois is much, but still overall very sweet. The advantage for the darling is that she simply knows she can spend time with him without having to worry about anything.

Claude Faustus

🕷He would start feeling iffy the moment he sensed this strange vibe you were giving off, his instinct telling him that there was something special about you and that you were in fact, no complete ordinary human. Claude watches you pretty often since he enjoys looking after his little mate. And whilst he definitely was dubious when hearing the rumors that no one could touch you, he was nearly mine blown when watching for himself, how unbelievably overpowered this so called good luck charm of yours really was.

🕷He is not amused nor fascinated about this at all. All he is, is annoyed and frustrated about this. He is now faced with a huge crisis, already being aware of the fact that this might be even difficult for him to handle, too difficult. And knowing that he might not be able to pull it off hurts his pride deeply since he considered himself always as someone who can achieve about anything. It won’t stop him from trying, but different from his master he will realize after one failure that he can not kidnap you.

🕷He’s irked because of the true knowledge that he can’t have you like he wishes he does which leads him to wanting to erase this ability of yours. Because not only hurts it to know that he, who always considered himself as a powerful demon, is helpless against your powers, but also because you practically don’t even need him since your luck provides you with everything. He feels almost provoked in a way from your luck and the fact that he has no idea where your powers came from and their true weaknesses, he’s even more determined to just quickly find out everything about them and a way to take them away from you. You do not need your powers to protect you when you have him already.

🕷He feels defeated for the reason that he has to play like your powers want him too which is even more agitating. But he isn’t someone who would let his desperation show in front of you even though there is the chance that the longer this drags on, the more irritated he will get until he might really have a small outburst in front of you. It isn’t like he won’t have an easy time approaching you the normal way. He is after all charming and a gentleman to have plus he will do everything he can for you. He somewhat gets competitive because he feels like he has to prove himself against your damn skills.

Ash Landers

▫️He is a supernatural creature as well, meaning he will have his instincts telling him that there’s something different about you. And given the fact that he’s a worshipper and delusional since he sees his darling as the only person worth being called a god/goddess, it will have him sink even deeper into his sick infatuation he has with you. It just confirms to him that his darling is the chosen one. Heaven already decided to gift her with only the best blessings and Ash intends on making sure that it stays that way. He views himself as your guardian Angel after all.

▫️So Ash will be beyond confused when he can’t seem to kidnap you. He just assumed that through meeting you and seeing that you had been chosen, heaven had signed him to protect you and work as your guardian angel. So he will be left a destroyed and deranged mess the moment he fails over and over again to rescue you from the filthy world. And he takes all the blame on himself. He doesn’t blame it on your power like all the others for the reason that he sees these abilities of yours as a reward from the good in this world that you’re so pure. So it has to be his fault. Is he not enough? Do you not want him as your protector? He has pride in himself, but when it comes you, he can lose all respect in himself in the blink of an eye which will lead him to lunatic outbursts.

▫️Bad thing about Ash is that he will never stop trying to kidnap you or killing your beloved ones. He is different from Alois because he is from the very early start aware that this is due to toys incredible luck. He’s acting on nothing, but desperation now and forever. Ash is complicated to say the least. On the one hand he thinks the reason he can’t get anywhere near you or people he wants to get rid of is because he is being punished for something he did wrong and that he is simply not destined to be your guardian. On the other side Ash has a huge problem with letting go of something he sees as pure beauty and his mentality is also only focused around you which makes it impossible for him to leave you alone.

▫️It honestly is up to his darling to decide what she wants to do with him because Ash has completely let it go by now. That dude is just in so much despair and forbids himself to see her because he feels like a failure. He doesn’t even deserve to look at you if he can’t even do as much as protecting you from others. If you do care for him I would advice you to go through the troubles of spending time with him. Ash is such a self-destructive Yandere, it’s an effective way of installing fear and horror into someone who sees it. It’s a pretty cheap and pathetic method, but it has a high chance of working. But he’s most likely so reluctant with the situation when you should start approaching himself because he tells himself he doesn’t deserve to be near you despite all of his senses screaming at him to do it. As I said, he’s complicated.

Charles Grey

🤺If I’m being completely honest, this is the exact reason why he became obsessed with his darling in the first place. It’s known that Charles isn’t someone who gets so fascinated with something easy. He just is a bit bored most of the time, not feeling like there is anything or anyone worth investigating time in. He also isn’t someone who believes in supernatural crap which is why he will be totally obsessed once witnessing this not normal amount of luck of his s/o. When he first heard stories he most likely rolled his eyes, not believing that people would actually take this seriously.

🤺Seeing his darling doing the things they do without even doing anything wants against his morals and own beliefs and has him falling into a real deep obsession. Charles hates admitting that he is wrong about something and he also likes a challenge. It gets him all excited to watch you, he’s completely intrigued with you. The unnerving thing about Charles is that the more he can’t seem to get things going like he wants to, the more annoyed, frustrated and yet also excited he becomes. Similar to Claude he feels challenged, but he just wants to prove that whatever this is, it is not absolute. It is beatable.

🤺He isn’t dumb to keep trying something that won’t work the first couple of time. Such desperation is not fitting of him. He has other ways, you know? Charming and wooing you is always an option and in this case the smarter one to use since other options don’t seem to work with you. He is maybe a bit overzealous since he really wants you to be his since you managed to make him work himself up beyond belief, it’s laughable. After all this defeats he tasted and all the troubles he went through it’s in his mind justified that you lend him your attention and loyalty as well.

🤺Be aware that Charles will not give up since he found in you what he dreamed off his whole life. He finally found someone he has a real challenge, a real fight with, someone who he can’t have it his way with. He only tastes the bitterness of losing, something he isn’t really used to. It makes him all the more eager and determined to break you and bend you to his will one day which is dangerous since it means he will always try to be near you and ask you questions about your strange abilities. He’s fun to be with and he is charming, but he lives for this fun you provided him with.

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phainon and khaslana are different. they bear the same responsibilities, the same stature (though the other had wings), and the same face but no matter how they have each other’s mannerisms, they are massively different.  you, their lover, can attest to that.

for one, phainon lays next to you when it’s time to hit the hay. his muscular arms wraps around you and his face is buried to the specific spot in your neck where he can drowned by your natural scent mixed with whatever product you used in your hair and body that night as he knows how hard you work during the day. he also fixes the blanket when you move, making sure you’re warm throughout the night. when morning comes, you will find his upper body press you on the mattress, half covering you but you don’t mind the weight.  it does feels cozy like a weighed blanket and phainon smells nice too nice, like dream soap and stardust had a baby. sometimes, you get hit with a full-on cute attack and sneak in a cheek bite. just a nibble. he wakes up mid-bite, blinking in slow confusion, his hair sticking up like a startled dandelion thanks to all your affectionate fluff-ruffling. you feel guilty but it’s a cosmic balance for all the times he’s crushed you in a sleepy cuddle-lock you didn’t agree to but secretly loved.

khaslana, so warm and extra heavy. when it’s his turn to sleep, he doesn’t settle beside you. he shoves his nose between your breasts and inhaled deeply as if it’s been a while he did so. maybe, it does. you have never bring all of your questions up to him but if you did, he’ll indulge you. more often than not, you’ll feel his large hands and place you on top of him. there’s unmistakable thing that khaslana does — he sleeps almost naked. the first time you see him like that—truly unveiled, no blue crawling over cracked skin, only the raw softness of his human form—you let out a squeak from sheer, unprepared awe and mortification. because how do you get used when by day, your lover hides beneath layers, shrouded in fabric like armor and at night, sleep on your bed with his outrageous choice of clothes then you have his other self —- bare and vulnerable, the quietest version of himself. you wonder if khaslana knows what he’s done—offered himself up like a poem half-whispered, a body laid bare on a silver platter before your starving gaze. It feels unfair, the way his presence demands reverence (with your eyes darting down to his thighs). Your dignity is hanging on by a thread, and he, knowingly or not, is pulling at it like it’s part of the ritual.

khaslana isn’t safe in mornings you get cuteness aggression, either.

but you do love how deep his voice when you ask for him to yap your ears off until you sleep and you do love phainon’s voice when he yaps to fill the silence.

titans, having two lovers in one body is a blessing. you have said goodbye to sleepless nights, tossed your caffeine to the wind, to your work, to your toxic sleeping habits. dawn used to haunt you with guilt and blinking alarms — now, it tiptoes past unnoticed, because phainon and khaslana have made your bed into a temple, and you are the most willing worshipper, tangled in limbs and love.

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cw. yandere, modern!au, school setting, related to this au although you can read them separately

'delinquent' mydei with his tattoos and braided long hair that goes against school rules, feared by most students and surrounded with wild rumors and speculations...

who is actually a total cinnamon roll ー who could probably kill you with his bare hands, but chooses not to ー and leaves you little offerings on your desk. flowers that reminded him of you, wrapped in a ribbon of your favorite color, candies in your favorite flavor, a collection of photos of a store seemingly ripped from magazines... which, you soon learn, was in truth a silent invitation for after-school escapades.

these collections of items expand when you start to actually date each other. homemade lunches made with love, little toys and trinkets you admired in the crane machine from your last arcade date, a new chapstick from the usual brand youー huh, how'd he know you just lost yours the other day?

mydei's love language speaks from his actions, but it manifests most in the silent acts you would never know.

it's in the way a classmate scurries past you after a week he spent at the local hospital.

hidden underneath the bandages wrapped around his bruised hand and buried further by his story of kitchen mishaps.

spoken by the dark circles under his eyes as he silently paces around your neighborhood in his insomiac nights; golden eyes anxiously watching, followed by a longing whisper lost to the night sky as he finally sees your bedroom window's light switched off behind the curtains.

good night, love.

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A/N: tw, this shit is literally just thirsting. i love phainon guys, yall would need the help of the whole tarot club to get me off this man. pls be aware this is NSFW work. also idk how ro add those pretty ahh tumblr border so u gotta bear w me here okay. idk how tumblr fkin works. love yall, peace and love fr. 💗 ALSO THIS IS JUST SOME BUM ASS DRABBLE THAT I MADE UNDER 40 MINS WHILE WATCHING PHAINON EDITS, DONT JUDGE ME.

lowkey thinking about omegaverse au! phainon…

he'd be the best alpha ever. i don't think i even need to elaborate on this but i will.

let's get this straight, he's an alpha. no, i will not be taking any arguments on this.

he's clingy and…a sniffer. as funny as that sounds, it's the best way to describe him. phainon sleeps with his face safely tucked under your chin, as close as possible to your scent glands. he can't sleep properly without your scent enveloping him.

phainon would have the most homey scent ever. instead of it being musky and domineering like the usual alpha pheromones, it's just subtle and fresh. i fully believe he'd smell like fresh sheets and citrus.

this man is also a licker! you can call him a mutt all you want but that doesn't stop him from kissing and making out with your neck every time you're alone. it's hard to tell what he has in store for you, it's a phainon roulette (LMAO). sometimes he's cheeky and teasing, lifting you up and twirling you around. other times he's soft and clingy, whining and pouting whenever you try to break out from his infamous bear hugs. there's also the very rare occasions where he's a little more quiet than usual, resting his head on your thighs– please hold him tight during these moments, caress his cheeks and whisper love confessions like a corny eight-grader. he needs it.

everyone else is sick and tired of him and his PDA, it's not even the suggestive kind, he's just so clingy that it looks like he's trying to fuse himself with you through his hugs (is he secretly an octopus? a crystal gem…?). speaking of hugs, his favorite cuddle position is when you're on his lap and he's hugging you from the back, nuzzling his face on your neck.

phainon is a pathetic ass alpha. i kid you not, mydeimos looks at him like he's possessed whenever you're nearby ‘cause your man switched from ragebaiting asshole to your husband™️ in seconds. it's like seeing a misbehaving kid acting all angel-like after beating someone to a pulp.

“oh is mydei too chicken? hm? acting all high and mighty but cowering from a simple match.” phainon's annoying fuckass voice is literally the worst noise to hear when it's 90 celsius outside and the bugs are buzzing a little too loud for mydei's liking.

he's gonna bash the guy's head one day, mydei just knows it. matter of fact, the rock on the ground looks awfully enchanting today.

before he could become a potential killer of the chrysos heir, your voice called out to them.

“phai! mydei!”

phainon's shit eating grin disappeared from his face, facing you with open arms and a gummy smile that only a man so utterly gone for his mate could ever give. mydei had a look of genuine horror on his face as phainon pecks your lips and giggles when you pat his head.

“i was going to ask if you wanted to have lunch with me.” you smile, letting your overgrown samoyed use your body as a plushie, squeezing and holding you close without shame.

“great timing, i haven't eaten yet.” (yes he did, mydeimos would've quipped if he wasn't horrified) phainon hums, taking your hand in his, “let's go to our usual place! i heard they added something new to the menu. we can try it out together.”

“mydei, you should come too.” you turn to mydeimos who was silently watching the scene with a troubled expression.

as he was about to answer (it was a no), phainon chuckled from behind you. “he's very busy. our dear mydei here actually has plans of his own, being a prince and all.”

mydeimos huffs, “as he said. i'm afraid i won't be able to join you two.”

with a nod, phainon whisks you away. hands resting on your waist as he talks your ear off before you could even say a proper goodbye to mydeimos.

now, mydei might’ve smelled it wrong. but phainon's pheromones smelled a little burnt when you suggested he join your lunch date. he might have also seen your white-haired mate's eyes flicker into gold, smile twitching as he eyes mydei down like a threat.

or maybe he was just…seeing things. (he wasn't but mydei isn't ready to open that can of worms yet)

phainon's definitely that one kid in aedes elysiae that made all younger kids want to be an omega just so they could get with him (they're children, they think alphas should only be with omegas and vise versa) but he'd be clueless to it all.

most adults in the village were trying to set him up with their omega daughters. while those with alpha sons kept on comparing them to phainon, “look at khaslana, already so strong and tall. very respectful too! unlike my son who only waves his alpha status around, making other children run away.”

phainon was the resident big brother, always so polite and kind. ready to carry a grandmother's fruit basket, play with younger children, and help other alphas with labor ‘cause apparently, he wants to grow up big and strong just like the other alphas of his village (everyone crooned at the young boy's statement, a warm smile on his lips). another thing…his mom was the alpha btw, not gonna elaborate on that part. his dad is a beta.

honestly, if it weren't for his body, some may have mistaken him for an omega. he's so pretty that it hurts you (and me).

although phainon is your sweetheart who laughs and smiles like the sun, he's still very much a predator. he's much more territorial than one might think, phainon acts easy-going and laid-back but it's really just a facade for the scorching emotions that get amplified when it's about you. it's always you. you. you. and you. phainon can't help it when you're this loveable, it's like an obsession almost.

don't be surprised if your darling puppy becomes a starved wolf when it's his rut. you are not going anywhere, okay? stay right beside him where he can see you, hear you, and smell you.

of course, he's all about consent, phainon is well aware of his…more intense than normal carnal desires. if you don't want to handle it then you don't have to. phainon has spent years making do with his hands and fantasies about you, if he can kiss and cherish you as his then phainon doesn't mind making more depraved imaginary situations in his head as he mounts the poor pillow with frenzied thrusts. doesn't mind spilling load after load into cotton sheets while you're smiling happily and chatting with your friends somewhere in the city.

if you do decide to offer yourself, phainon the gentleman that he is would probably decline a few times. just keep reaching out, he'll break pretty soon. just…don't expect to leave his room for a couple of days. (you are soo lucky his personal residence is a good distance from any neighborhoods or else you would've gotten several noise complaints.)

on your heats (if you're an omega) and when he isn't lost in his head due to ruts, he'd be such a service dom. i just know it bro, trust me trust me. this man eats you out like he's dying of thirst. it's a little messy, and he's drooling as if he's the one getting off from it. he's so whiny during this too, always asking you to press your thighs a little tighter. oh great kephale, save this man. (or you can save him yourself by sitting on his face, he can cum just from that)

shiii, you know what– he's totally down to being messed up by you too. although he prefers making you gush all over him, if you beg prettily enough then maaaybee phainon would let you ride him until his eyes are hazy and his legs are shaking. if you're a guy, go on and ask him if you could dick him down too, phainon would probably feel a little hesitant but let's be honest here: if you told him to jump off a cliff, he would.

also yes, he's into breeding you. doesn't matter if you top or you don't want kids, just let him stuff you with cum, please. phainon gets really giddy whenever he hears you praise him during sex, you could moan about him being a good boy as he's quite literally jack hammering himself into your warmth and he'd still whine as he's thanking you.

sigh...i love my wife.

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hsr fate au,,,

saber!phainon who shines like an ethereal full moon. he wields his wide greatsword with ease, acting as both your sword and shield. he fills silence easily with light banter as the holy grail war ramps up more and more as servants and master alike fall over dead. he encourages you to be more confident, slowly falling harder and harder for you as the holy frail war progresses as he gets to witness you shine and become a wonderful master. he watches over your magecraft training and bemoans how he wasn't fit to teach it to you himself. his greatest regret would be to leave you after this war with nothing but memories of his horrifying form... but honestly, the idea of leaving you in general has his heart painfully throbbing.

"master, you should know my true name and noble phantasm before we encounter another master and servant! what? you already know? my sword makes it obvious? well, that's no fun... then, let's test your knowledge on history! specifically, how much you know about me. and if you fail my pop quiz, let's read some old myths! let's get to know each other better, master."

archer!mydei who... is way more close combat focused than you'd initially thought. he's all fists and lunges, grabs and kicks to take down foes. he throws you around the battlefield with the same force he does food into your mouth after you skipped a meal without a care for your mental and physical wellbeing. while you beg him to stop, he does step in when you struggle and need a hand getting back up, and your combat skills are (un)fortunately getting better. by the end of the holy grail war, he's proud to call you a master that he can proudly stand beside as equals. your ringing laughter after another victory is more beautiful than anything he's ever seen in the modern world, and he can't bring himself to look at your questioning gaze.

"there is no word for 'mercy' in the kremnoan lamguage, master. you can only learn the fundamentals of survival in battle through experience. ...but don't worry. you have no need to worry for your life. i will make sure you survive until the very end. after all, i am your servant. surely, if you know what i am capable of, you have no need to fear anything."

berserker!anaxa who is a force to be reckoned with, terrifying other servants and masters alike. his madness enhancement impedes a lot of his base human traits, but that doesn't stop his curiosity about anything and everything. he likes when you read aloud books about alchemy and rests his manic ridden mind against your shoulder or lap. his deceptively thin body and wirey limbs do much to aide you in both combat and everyday life, and he starts to fall into you routine easily. waking up and going to bed with his presence does, embarrassingly, make you feel a lot less lonely. and for as much as he's dirtied himself with the blood of fellow servants and other masters, he seems to prefer the more dull and mundanity of everyday life.

"i like... master. and the library. and experiments with modern day alchemy. i like learning with master, living with msster, and fighting with master. please, don't leave..."

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ex-husband!dad!phainon, anyone? he's an obsessive yearner.

just him never getting over you, the one he thought he was going to grow old with, the only one he pictured a life together. every time he gets to see you when picking up the kids or dropping them off at yours, a part of him really just wants to plead and beg until you take him back, let him fix his wrongdoings and welcome him into your home again, but for the sake of his image and yours, he doesn't.

he's a great dad, taking care of the children incredibly well, and they love going to his, but a part of him gets so upset when they replicate a specific mannerism of yours. tries to mask his sadness when the kids ask about his sudden shift in behaviour, he doesn't want them to see this weakness of his, but you should be here, you should be together. he hates that his children are growing up in two different households, wishes to go back in time and beat some sense into his younger self and fight for you like he should have.

the longing in his gaze speaks louder than any words, the way he'd be so reluctant to part with you when the changeover weekend happens, shyly complimenting you with that sheepish grin of his. phainon would purposefully ask if the kids wanted some dessert to say goodbye to their dad, closely eyeing your reaction to gauge how you feel- oh he wants you back bad.

he still calls you endearing pet names, the same ones from during the time you were together. you don't tell him to stop, only brush them off before continuing conversation and handing over more belongings.

when he grabs it, you see the ring he still wears on his left hand, the one he hasn't taken off despite everything. to him, it's an indirect pipeline to you, he admires it while thinking about you and how he wants you by his side, fiddles with it whenever he needs comfort, kisses it whenever he misses you.

he knows he fumbled, he beats himself up for it everyday, but he will still obsessively fret over you, the distance doing nothing to stop his tendencies. he rigorously checks your social media for updates on your love life, praying and hoping that each story or picture you post won't have another man in it. sighs in relief when it doesn't, and will stalk your page again for the millionth time, your feed, your tags, your highlights- anything and everything. his photos of you are still up on his page, proudly displayed; the mark you have on his heart is everywhere.

he still regards you like you're his partner, sadly corrects himself when he adds on the 'ex' prefix, the gloom in his tone very evident as all of him sags.

yes, he's not over you, he's not even going to try, the idea of going back to dating someone repulsive and unideal. if it's not you, why bother? why try? what he wouldn't do for one more date where it's you sitting opposite him at the dinner table. he'd treat you so much better, he'd do everything he didn't do the first time, he'll openly kiss the ground you walk now if you just give him a second chance. he'll never take you for granted again, he'll do anything for you- no hesitation, he'd literally find a way to teleport to your side if you just asked, so please ask.

as he sits across from you now at a nearby ice cream parlour, your children laughing boisterously as you fret over them, wiping their mouths and cleaning the droplets of dairy, a pang of yearning hits him.

even when you're right in front of him, he wants you to be closer.

he'll win you back. he has to.

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synopsis ; imagine phainon w/ a reader who isn’t affected by the abnormally dangerous temperature of his alt form?

featuring ; gender neutral reader & phainon (alt form)

cw ; lots of physical touch (given the premise, of course), mostly fluff!

phainon, upon realising that you, perhaps because of a distant god’s mercy, aren’t affected by the scorching heat of his body? oh, he becomes obsessed with your touch.

often, you find him at your balcony after sundown, knocking on the glass door that separates it from your room.

per usual, his smile is eager—it puzzles you that he is capable of the same exuberance after countless reoccurrences of similar nights. alas, your confusion is a result of your ignorance. only when phainon narrates the tales of how much he has endured, will you comprehend why he clings to you with such profound persistence.

from the edge of your bed, you give him a nod of acknowledgment; his cue to let himself in.

with glee, he approaches you as his wings protrude from his back, blocking the dim lighting of your room and casting a shadow over your figure—a stark reminder of how dangerous this man is.

the glowing ichor swirls in the seemingly vast space underneath his open wounds. it’s almost enchanting, much like his eyes that—when closely observed—carry the weight of the world behind them.

before you can admire his devastatingly beautiful form any longer, he pushes you into the plush mattress. his arms, strong and blue with hints of divine golden littered across their surface, snake around your waist. his gauntleted hand digs into the flesh under your shirt, the cold armour clashing with the heat your body radiates. it doesn’t hurt you, but it does draw out a reaction that causes phainon to sigh fondly.

“my hair’s a little messy, don’t you agree?”

you’ve quickly learnt that the subtleties phainon likes to play around are not because he’s embarrassed to communicate explicitly what he wants, rather because he doesn’t want to seem imposing. you think he doesn’t want you to fear him, for amongst all his desires there is also a desire for you to know that you are allowed to reject him.

even in this mighty stature, he remains gentle. something about that makes you adore him more.

as such, in quiet understanding, your digits begin to tangle themselves between the strands of his hair. grouping some, then braiding them with practised ease.

this continues until phainon decides to rise from his position, towering over your body as you watch the little braids come undone, earning him a petulant pout.

he chuckles—the sound of his mirth flows like honey to your ears, erasing the petty creases between your brows.

“did i upset you? i’m sorry, they felt—” his wings stretch and flex, the muscles of his shoulder tensing shortly, “—stiff.”

his gaze flicks to the fabric of your top that’s lifting, exposing the skin he’s grown accustomed to touching; finding reassurance in knowing that you won’t be harmed.

his thumb rubs your hip as he nears you once more, slotting his head by your jaw where he leaves small, intimate pecks. your hands, that lie against his chest begin to reach for his broad shoulders—they’re painstakingly slow, which excites phainon for reasons he can’t quite decipher.

he wonders if you can detect the fluctuations in his temperature because he’s certain it’s hotter now (the closeness is to blame, it produces a bout of jitters that feels like a new experience every time).

phainon retreats, his fingers intertwining with yours. he places a kiss on your knuckles, whilst his pupils are busy studying every feature that adorns your visage—every imperceptible change, he notices it.

the flush decorating your cheeks grows darker, for instance. your lips barely parting. your countenance would seem caught in a trance to the untrained eye, but your micro-expressions tell phainon that you’re reacting, every bit as immersed in this moment as he is.

something in him stirs, increasing the pace of whatever beats inside his chest. he likes the feeling of knowing that his need—a need so aching, desperate, is reciprocated, if only for a fleeting fragment of time.

he bites the inside of his mouth in brief contemplation before collapsing on you—without warning, to add. the abrupt action naturally elicits a squeak from you.

“phai—phainon?”

he hums, the rich timbre reverberating against the walls that cage your heart (to protect you from him, he had once jested).

“i’ll sleep with you. i don’t want to go home.”

you’re unsure if it’s the heavy burden that settles over his words or your weak will that bends so easily to his, but it forces you to betray your better judgement. after all, none can deny a man who yearns so fervently.

[opheliadrowni]

╭⊰ 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝐌𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐢 ⊱╮

❖◈ Yan!Mydei x Nameless!Reader ◈❖

TWs: Obsessive behavior, intentional/unintentional harming of the reader, paranoia, unhealthy relationship dynamic, possessive behavior, being powerless in a situation, unhealthy mental state

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Mydeimos is a case of desperate yearning and it shows

He claims he does not care from where you come, that he only cares to slay Nikador. That is true, at first. He has just too much to care about. There is that part of ascending the throne but also the emotional turmoil his fate stirs within him. He doesn’t show it but he is very uncertain about his future to the point most would just crawl under a blanket and start to cry.

Now, since you are a Nameless, you are most likely capable of fighting or in some other position which contributes to the success of the Trailblaze (and leaving planets alive. It is shown with dramatic music and camera angles but I would like to notice that the Trailblazer was more or less being thrown, catapulted and at some point yeeted to Cocolia). Perhaps you are the team strategist or the survival expert. In any case, you were vital to success and thus a useful tool to finally slay the mad Titan. Mydeimos is not in the best headspace when he meets you for the first time so don’t expect him to be open to forge new bonds.

As we also see during the Trailblaze mission, the man needs time to open up to new people. Mydei respects those who are capable of defending themselves, whether that through the use of a weapon or some other way. So when you help him retrieve the Coreflame from Nikador, expect his demeanour to lighten. Of course, the problem of Castrum Kremnos is solved which makes things a lot easier on his soul but also, you risked your life in battle for him. He may not be the one who carries the Coreflame but he feels just as responsible for your wounds as Phainon and Aglaea do. You are from the outside. You shouldn’t care that much and yet you do. Thus, his respect is earned.

In order for romantic feelings to develop you need to play some kind of role in his journey of accepting his fate. Maybe you are just someone whom he learns to trust; training with you or discussing strategies for the next move of the Chrysos Heirs. Anyway, you are there for him and the more time he spends with you, the more he will open up. Of course he won’t just tell you all his woes, the story about his past friends far away into the future, but he confides within you his worries of the future. He will never tell you upfront what he feels but rather asks for opinions. What do you think about the past kings of Kremnos or what would be the best way for his people for the future. You are an outsider, your opinion could be an insightful one.

Should you meet his questions with a cold shoulder, he will pull away immediately. Mydei portrays the image of the perfect warrior, ruthless and not afraid to lay down his life (not like couldn’t) but those questions are asked with him trusting you with the softer side of his soul. He is not in need of unnecessary judgement, especially since he asks you about such sensitive topics. However, if you take his questions seriously and don’t judge him about his insecurities, it’s really easy to see that he is not only asking you for your opinion, he will fall unexpectedly fast. It has been such a long time since he allowed himself to have such soft feelings so I highly doubt he would at first even realise it is romantic affection he feels for you. He will probably just assume that the warmth he feels when he is by your side is just the deep bond of trust between you two.

He won’t even realise that some of his actions would be considered as romantic. During an outing to the ruins of Januspolis he had noticed you shivering in the cool air. The next thing you know he has untied the sash of his chest and draped the fabric on you. You had to force the fabric back onto him when returning to Okhemia. Only the excuse of you already feeling warmer made him finally budge. He just does not understand why you wearing the color red, the color worn exclusively by the Kremonian royal family, would be seen as… “interesting” to say the least. He is just helping you to warm up. What is so weird about that? That doesn’t mean the public wouldn’t notice anything. It is obvious how much time the heir spends with you, always asking and caring for you. It takes Phainon walking up to his friend and asking how long the two of you have been courting for him to finally understand what he is feeling.

On the subject of courting, Amphoreus is very different to the outside world, developing alongside it yet also being very different so cultural differences are guaranteed. There is no casual dating, no casual meeting and with how intense the people of Castrum Kremnos can be, expect that to be cranked up by a thousand. Once Mydeimos finally is in the clear about his emotions, he will approach your companion from the Astral Express to ask for allowance to court you. Imagine the look the Trailblazer and Dan Heng, yes even Dan Heng, threw him when he asked him that question. Why would he ask them? You are your own person. The prince has no romantic experience, all he knows is from observing others so for the first step to fail is a hurdle to him he does not know how to overcome. He is a bit stuck in the ways of how things should be done. The best solution he comes up with is approaching you to ask for allowance to court you. He expresses himself a bit awkward, a bit too ashamed for his own comfort. On your side though, for all you know this is just the way of asking someone out in Amphoreus which, yes it is but also no.

You figure that out very soon when he immediately acts like the two of you have been in a relationship for years. He will not immediately start kissing you, slowly working his way there but with how much time he spends with you one could assume the two of you to be already married and he doesn’t just act like this in public. It’s even more intense when you two have the private luxury of his room. He will take off his gauntlets and hold your hands oh so gently, whispering words in his mother tongue against your scalp, your head tucked against his chest. He never tells you what he says to you and you don’t dare to ask the people of Kremnos, his words sounding far too intimate to share with the outside world.

Every meal the two of you eat together he will offer you his drink. The taste of mixed pomegranates, goats milk and cheese is certainly something to get used to and requires “an acquired taste” to say the least but for the love of him you just drink it. Should you not be able to drink dairy or have a first cutting out those foods, he will understand. Instead of the usual mix he will offer you ordinary pomegranate juice. He just wants to share something with you. On the subject of sharing, now that he sees you in a romantic light the act of sharing his read sash changes from an innocent act of caring to something very intimate. He won’t just drape it over you. By watching you he noticed that the outside world takes things a lot slower, dare he say more casual (by the love of the sky father, he hopes you don’t just see him as something to pass time). But should you ever take a look into his closet you will find pieces of cloth he has never worn just to realise that they are perfectly fitted to your body. Either you wait for him to approach you or just wear them. Mydei swears he didn’t choke on his own spit when he saw you walking in wearing the color of the royal family. To make something clear, he could not care any less that it is the color of a certain status, what he does care about is the fact that no other person dares to wear it other than himself. One day he might “accidentally” use part of your clothing as the fabric on his chest so you have to use the one he usually wears. My goodness, what a scandal, he did not do that with intent. Mhm surely.

All is fine and dandy until he reaches a certain tipping point. There is no need for a certain event to occur. Mydeimos is haunted by the memories of his old friends and what if you were to end up like that as well? Madness runs in the Kremonian blood, their king and Titan both succumbed to it. There is a part in Mydei that is carefully kept under lock and key, not only by his fear of turning out like that but also his awareness of there being the possibility of exactly that happening. Which means he wouldn’t act on certain impulses but with time a false security slowly settled upon your relationship, lulling him into a traitorous safety. It will start out as a small thing, just a vendor being a bit too friendly with you. He won’t do anything to them but the grip on your arm as he pulled you away was a bit too tight. After seeing the bruise blooming across your skin he will apologise, saying he didn’t know what came over him. And he really means it, he never hurt you again after that but a line was crossed.

Mydei does whatever needs to be done to win battles. Yes, he is the one destined to take on strife but he is able to think rationally. One does not only win by swinging their fist but knowing how, when and where to strike. If you got hurt during a fight, he would swiftly deal with them, taking care of you until you were capable of continuing but suddenly there was this fury within him. What were once necessary actions to survive turned into him pummelling the enemy into the floor until they were a puddle of gore and the longer this goes on, the worse it gets. It was already frightening enough when he started to turn them to mush but lately he started to target spots on his enemies that would hurt but not end them. It is no longer rare to see them laying groaning on the floor when the man finally lays them to eternal sleep. Mydeimos eyes have changed, the orange that once reminded you of a warm sunset had turned into a hot blaze, endangered of being swallowed by the flames. His gaze is no longer lingering on your person out of silent adoration, now staring without a gleam of life at you, imagining all the ways you could be ripped from his side. His grip has become a bit too tight for your liking the last few days once more.

But he can still be fixed, right? At this point you will know everything about him; the circumstances under which his mother and his friends died no longer a mystery to you. So how could you leave him when he holds you so close during his sleep? When his grip tightens to the point of it almost hurting when you want to get up? At some point, he will dislike the idea of you leaving his side. He was always someone who stood close to the ones he cherished but at some point it became unbearable. He will allow you to get out, but please be careful when conversing with others. Mydei would never hurt his own or the people of Okhemia, doesn’t mean it would subconsciously influence the way he would react when seeing them getting into trouble during a battle. He won’t even notice his bias, the slight hesitation, him barely being too slow to save them. Without noticing it, everyone is suddenly plotting to end your life. The small Kremonian girl gifting him a small cake as thanks for always protecting everyone is suddenly a ploy to poison the two of you, the sword gifted to you intentionally poorly forged so you would get harmed in battle.

So when the time comes and he ascends to the title of a demigod, he will ask you to leave the Trailblaze. Please, stay with him, let him protect you, follow him to Castrum Kremnos so he can always look after you. He is way too paranoid to leave you behind. Mydei words it like a plea but you know that you never had a choice. If you were to choose to continue your journey, to leave him behind, you would doom Amphoreus to a new Nikador. So you stay, trapped in an invisible cage made out of his love, protecting the planet from a demigod who long fell into madness.

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[opheliadrowni]

omega!satoru... rubbing up against you like he's a cat in head,, he's nuzzling his face into yours, into your neck, into your tummy – he's smearing his scent all over you as if he's marking you up but his real goal is to just push your buttons. he wants you to pay attention to him, he wants you to put him in his place so he's murmuring stuff like "c'mon, you're supposed to take care of me" and "don't you wanna make it go away". his fingers trace over the tent in your pants and the low growl that crawls up your throat excites satoru so much that he almost giggles at the sound. this is exactly what he wants – for his alpha to punish him for misbehaving, for being such a little shit. your eyes grow dark at the sight of his giddy expression and you know that he's doing it on purpose. but he is right, isn't he? you are supposed to take care of him, and right now said 'taking care' just means bending him over and fucking him until he cries to teach him a lesson.

[opheliadrowni]

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Headcanons:

There was only one bed, ft. Ayaka, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli (Fluff, SFW) How they hurt you, ft. Ayaka, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli (Angst, SFW) When you’re sick, ft. Ayaka, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli (General, SFW) When you get seriously injured, fr. Ayaka, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli (Angst/Comfort, SFW) How they cuddle with you, ft. Ayaka, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli (Fluff, SFW) How they fall in love with you, ft. Ayaka, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli (Fluff, SFW) When you have a nightmare, ft. Ayaka, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli (Comfort, SFW) Soulmate AU - Part I, ft. Ayaka, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli (General, SFW) Soulmate AU - Part II, ft. Ayaka, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli (General, SFW)