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Scene in new hsr quest 👇

Two bros— sitting in a hot tub—-

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Turning beta reader into omega is such a great concept!!1!1!! Literally drooling over mydei and phainon destroying readers hole 🤭🤭🤭 please PLEASE GIVE ME APART OF THAT MY QUEEN PLEASE 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

Yesss the person who put that in is a genius! I love the thought of beta reader just being ravished and confused but then to have their secondary gender COMPLETELY changed??? Like omegas are born that way and struggle, let alone living your entire life one way and suddenly having to adapt as an adult-

I’m trying so hard but it’s been difficult to write lately. Still, I try and get some in when I can! Here’s a bit of what I’m working on, it’s gonna be a little different.

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But I think I added too much lore to just ignore so uhhh yeah lol

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hey moe did you delete that one fic with two characters plus mc? i forgot the characters but i vividly remember you having a fic where the two yanderes take in the reader while it was pouring rain and overtime they started to like them and when she went out searching for one of them the cops also found her and the yanderes killed the cops and took mc back in. sorry this is all i remember 😭

I believe it may be this one with Scaramouche and Alhaitham? If not lmk and I’ll see if I can find it but this is what immediately comes to mind ^^

Ive written so much I don’t even know anymore…

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Lmao?? It's so easy to just filter out tags u don't wanna see. Just filter out x reader or whatever. And if a fic involves any ship, even alongside a reader, it should be tagged so people can filter or look for it! Like, my guy, use the tools at your disposal! Don't just whine in some random person's inbox lmao??

Until you guys brought it up, I didn’t even know it was a thing???? I always add x reader in the tags so it shouldn’t come up if you exclude it then? Sometimes algorithms mess up but I still don’t think it’s a reason to get mad at someone >>

That person could’ve been having an off day though. It’s good artillery to get thicker skin! 💪

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babe, don't freaking worry. Hater's gonna hate. Another person I follow who write yandere keeps getting hate like "yandere isn't good!" And "you're sick for endorsement" like, baby, this is fiction, we know the difference. You know what she does? Makes fun of them. So, you're right, it's not that fucking deep. If you're annoyed at a tag, you can in fact, block that tag in settings. No one cares about you're piss poor opinion anon. We're allowed to tag however the hell we like.

Also, Moe, the person I'm referencing, you should read some stuff, is good. Their name is yandere-romanticaa. I think you would enjoy them.

So it’s obvious not but I didn’t know you could block tags xD like that changes everything.

I think a fact of the matter is that you’re going to get stuff you don’t like, regardless where you go. Yeah, I could stop writing bad shit because people don’t like it, but then what about us ;-;

It’s like watching hentai: you can tag yaoi but a straight ship will worm its way in. Either just ignore it or enjoy the diversity~

Oooo a new recommendation I shall peruse <3

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Okay I got carried away there.

I’m open to feedback but it’s not like people do this to target you, dude. If there’s something I don’t want to see online, I just scroll past it. :)

don't put reader insert garbage in normal ship tags. I don't check the phaidei tag to see that shit.

It’s not that deep bro 😔👊

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don't put reader insert garbage in normal ship tags. I don't check the phaidei tag to see that shit.

It’s not that deep bro 😔👊

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He was not. :(

Sanji has been in my dreams for two consecutive nights now. Can we go for a third?

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Thank you Loriann for starting this and thank you everyone who voted~

lol cummy cunny

Cum eating, noncon, passing out, belittling

“It’s because you’re such a dog,” Mydei huffs, his hand pushing back his sweat-slicked hair. He stands on one side of your restrained body, facing his opponent who stands on the other.

He had just finished spending an hour embracing and fucking into you slowly, seductively, rocking his hips and kissing you until you cried weakly in his arms - and that was after all the other positions and punishments they put you through.

You knew running away would only end in severe consequences, though, you did put yourself in the mindset that it was only if you got caught. What were you thinking, honestly. They may seem like a couple of bickering fools but when it comes down to it, these two are some of the strongest and smartest people to exist in the current day.

“Oh, honey, if you wanted exercise that badly then there are safer and more fun ways to use that body of yours.”

With your blindfold soaked by your tears and your wrists raw even within the padded cuffs, you’re starting to feel more than uncomfortable. You think your hips are bruised, pussy numb and sensitive at the same time, breasts aching from the overstimulation, and you’re exhausted beyond repair.

Mydei continues his insult, “You fuck like a desperate puppy. Every time you enter her is like your first time. You need to be more sensual.”

You can already tell where this is going, and you’re hoping it’ll end with them getting physical away from the bedroom.

Phainon gives a whine that tapers off into a dreamy smile, “I just can’t help it. How can one person be so perfect? And then I get to feel your cum inside her, my two favourite people joining as one-“

It’s too embarrassing and you’re sure your wrists are about to bleed from the chafing if you don’t speak up soon, “Uhm… Please,” your voice is hoarse and a little sore, “I can’t take it anymore. I really can’t.”

They both snap out of their discussion and look to you. Your arms are hanging above your head, gravity the only thing stopping them from falling. Your legs are no longer trying to close, the bruised flesh spread open and exposing the pooling concoction of semen and cum on the sheets. Your breathing is heavy, face and chin and chest glistening from overflowing tears of pleasure, frustration and pain.

You’re so beautiful like this.

Mydei is the first to comfort you, crawling along the bed so he can lay by your side. Your body twitches and jolts as he pets over your stomach and between your legs, “But you were so adamant about exercising before, you even ran all the way outside the property line.”

They’re not stupid. You’re not stupid. This is all fun and games and discipline in the end.

Crying is so default that you barely recognise when it happens anymore, “I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.” You sniffle, trying your best to shift but the strength just isn’t there, “I won’t do it again. I won’t.” All you can do is emphasise at this point.

Phainon makes the bed dip on your other side, lower down your body. He lifts up your leg and curls it over his shoulder, shuddering against your thigh as he looks at your battered pussy, “Do you even know how enticing you are? If we didn’t find you, then a monster might have come and gobbled you up instead.” He licks his lips, the tips of his fingers gently pushing at your pouring hole, “Maybe I’m not as tender as you when it comes to raw fucking, but I bet I can make her cum harder on my mouth.”

You snivel at that comment, not able to even celebrate your hands being untied as the looming threat of his challenge overwhelms you. Mydei doesn’t touch your blindfold, so you move your numb fingers but pause as the blood flow begins to hurt your limbs.

Mydei slides down to where Phainon is, his large hand resting on your other thigh, “Oh? You’re such a sore loser. But I’m willing to keep going if you can’t accept defeat just yet.”

“Aha, you can’t just claim victory because you can get her to squirt, there’s more to sex than just your penis,” Phainon motions to your cold, cummy cunny, “I’ll even let you go first.”

Mydei slips under your leg, Phainon holding your other still so he can watch his lover eat the cum from your cunt. You whimper as his mouth hovers over you, hot breath making you shiver, “Fine by me.”

A silent cry leaves your lips when the flat of his tongue drags over your slit. It’s slow, tantalising, warm. Your eyelids flutter in the dark and your hips barely move to meet him. His thumbs massage up either side of your folds, symmetrically rubbing towards your clit but never quite touching it at the top, though the pressure of his movements and the way his tongue laps at you makes you tingle and feel extraordinarily good.

Phainon’s eyes are glued to the show before him, your hole pulsing and pushing more of their cum out so that Mydei can kiss and guzzle you clean. You don’t miss the wet clicking sound of Mydei masturbating before you, either. Though you suppose it’s better than him rutting into your sore bones again.

A loud, almost obnoxious sounding moan was pulled once again from you as his fingers are able to pull back the hood of your clit, sucking fervently on the bud. Now latched on, he moves his digits inside your pussy, massaging around to stimulate the hidden part of your clitoris.

In a way, it was almost relaxing, just laying back and being tend to without having to bend or strain in weird positions. Your fingers slowly crawl to the blindfold, the wet fabric irritating your skin, and you’re able to clumsily pull it off.

The room is dim - thank gods - and yet you still have to squint from how long you’ve been incapacitated for. Phainon is sitting beside Mydei, watching the blond loudly suck and moan into your cunt. His eyes move over to yours and he flashes a wicked grin, the red on his cheeks and neck and the way his cock twitches makes the gesture all the more ominous.

With such little movement, the sweat on your skin is starting to cool, and you had half a mind to reach for the blanket.

Mydei has set such a good pace, the leisurely feeling now beginning to climax. Your thighs shake and you murmur pleas of mercy. To not go too harsh, to let you be okay and not have to deal with another ache to your body.

He eats you over, twisting his face in your wet folds and having you weakly ride out your pleasure. The white visage lasts longer, you’re barely able to register him place his cock head at your hole and cum over and in you again.

“Gotta give you something to eat,” he growls to Phainon, pumping his semen through his shaft until there’s not even a dribble left.

Phainon’s eyes light up, his body practically vibrating. He can’t wait to get in there and devour his lover’s cum from his darling’s sweet, juicy pussy.

Mydei moves over, and unlike his partner, Phainon comes in from the side. He spreads your legs apart, leaning over your thigh and lifting the other so he can gain easier access to the treat you hold just for them.

It’s so quiet, pathetic even, that you’re not positive you’re even talking until they respond back. “No more,” you beg, “Can’t. Can’t do anymore.”

“Mm, you’re going to have to, sweetheart,” Phainon groans, kissing down your stomach, his lips catching the ejaculate left by Mydei along your navel, “Gotta clean you up good. Look at the mess down here~”

Your eyes roll back from the way he laps at you, taking a mouth full of labia and just sucking and twirling his tongue. He digs the muscle inside your pussy and scoops at your walls, fingers roaming the outside and making you clench any deeper liquid towards the battered hole of your cunt. He really is like a puppy, one who just found the forbidden treat in his owner’s home.

How are you going to survive this? When he changes his tactics around, a long squeak comes from you at the sudden intensity. Now his fingers are deep inside and his tongue is going at your clit. Rather than the up and down motion given by Mydei, Phainon has his arm wrapped around your furthest thigh and spreading your lips, licking side to side on the little bean of your pleasure.

It’s such an arousing sensation, the buildup not as relaxing but a delicious, gradual climb to an orgasm you just know is going to know you out.

“No… no…” you’re panting, writhing, crying for some form of relief from this torture. You’re going to cum again. You can’t cum again- fuck, why does it feel so fucking good~~

It’s faster, more intense, a bit of cum squirting from your pulsing hole your body spasming in pure bliss. He’s moaning into you, face pushed harder so he can take everything you give him, no matter how weak it feels right now.

Your body is tingling, like little lights going out along your skin. “I…. I…” you’re losing consciousness. How long have they had you down for? You doubt you’ll be able to walk anywhere by yourself for a while.

You’re asleep by the time Phainon pulls up, smugly wiping his face with his forearm, “Well, I’d say that settles it.”

“Tsk,” Mydei clicks his tongue, “She was already sensitive. It doesn’t count.”

Phainon happily tilts his head, smirking, “Hmm? Are you requesting a rematch, friend? I’m more than happy to do this any time.”

Mydei grins, “Why not go all out? There’s more positions we haven’t tried, and I’m keen for a challenge.”

“Suits me! I bet our darling will be so excited to hear that when she wakes up,” Phainon cheers, knowing full well how untrue that statement is. Ah, it’s your fault though, you bring out the worst in them.

Besides, you’re the one who chose to run. They might as well share in the competition you provided them.

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You’re not surprised when the next day you can’t walk. They’ve cleaned you up, tucked you in, and when you create a loud thump on the floor from falling off the bed, they come to rescue you.

Phainon carries you to the toilet, standing by the open door and talking to Mydei as you try to focus on urinating.

However, you get lost in the consequences of last night. You can barely lift your arms, your legs are wobbly and shaky, you feel like you’re about to fall asleep again at any moment. No need for restraints because you can barely sit up by yourself.

You also got a good idea with how different these two can be in bed.

Phainon can start of slow, appraising you like a deity, holding you as if you’ll turn to ash or just cease to exist. It gets in his head, and he falls into some form of rut where he needs to pin you down and thrust into you to make sure you’re real.

Mydei is more of a connoisseur. He never loses his cool, and often times exhausts you because of the pace he’s set. It leads to longer sessions and more intense orgasms.

But holy shit, Phainon’s mouth. You know he loves using his mouth, on both you and Mydei. He can run that shit all day but put him between your legs and Lo behold - ecstasy.

You haven’t been naive to the way Mydei presses his thumb to arse, and you believe it’ll only be a matter of time before that’s taken away from you, too.

“All done, baby girl?” Phainon appears, smiling when you finish wiping up.

He lifts you, flushes the toilet and takes you to the sink. You’re treated like a child, his hands over yours as he helps you wash them, clapping them after and spraying water everywhere with a smile.

Mydei comes next, a wet toothbrush with toothpaste on held out in front of you. “Open up,” he orders, not as playfully but still soft enough to not be aggressive. Phainon’s continues to hold you as Mydei brushes your teeth, and as you see yourself in the mirror, you begin to cry. Mydei’s thumb comes to wipe away some of the tears, “I know it’s embarrassing, but maybe this is the way it should be from now on.”

You shake your head, choking over the brush. He finishes with the bristles on your tongue, and you’re given a cup of water after you spit to help rinse it out. He pads at your face with a towel, Phainon nuzzling into your neck and peppering kisses along your jugular, “Isn’t this so much nicer? Look how safe and cosy you are. Maybe this little mishap was a blessing in disguise?”

“I’m going to heat up some food,” Mydei says over your silence, backing out of the bathroom, “Just give her a shirt, it is cold after all.”

“Lucky you,” Phainon coos, lifting you into his arms again and moving to the closet, “We were debating if you deserved clothes, but we don’t want you sick. See? We care about you, more than you know.”

What a disgusting farce. You lay your head on his chest, closing your eyes and praying that the next time you fall asleep, you don’t wake up.

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Sanji has been in my dreams for two consecutive nights now. Can we go for a third?

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You like boys in dresses.

Beverly Hills Chihuahua was your favourite set of movies for a while but you don’t think about it as often now.

Probably had a minor crush on Papi and/or Delgado. Definitely teared up in Delgado’s story.

Sways side to side when you pause for a second to think about your drawing.

Drinks water from the tap, no cup needed.

Headspace is more fiction than reality but I can’t blame you.

Reblog this post to ask mutuals to tell you their weirdest theory about u

EDIT: Fair warning this post is cursed and predictions are 7/10 times correct, play at own risk

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Putting Emilie with Skirk is sacrilegious.

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No

So God himself might be preventing me from writing the Mydei fic... as soon as I started writing thr FISRT sentence, the web browser crashed

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Ananvsiajzajkams P6 better have gay romance or I’ll do something quasi illegal.

Yusuke wants the puthy

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Who uses their mouth better? Let’s let the people in in this too

Opinion: Mydei is more gentle than Phainon when it comes to love, sex, and other intimate actions, yandere or not.

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If you don’t write it I’ll tickle your toes how ‘bout that



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Really wanna do...

A Konosuba AU type thing with Anaxa, Phainon and Mydei.

You're a God who welcomes passing souls to a new start or whatever they want, and when you get the Blasphemer, you can't help but feel smug that you get to be the deity that proves him wrong.

He somehow still makes you feel inferior, as though he intends to make you doubt your own existence. The back and forth is getting too much for you so you explain the rules, tell him to pick something to take with him-

"Anything? Anyone?"

"Yes, yes, now hurry up! There's a long line, you know."

And when he picks you, it takes you a second to register, then another to scoff at his decision. Well, OBVIOUSLY you weren't on the table... Right?

And then idk Black Swan or some shit come down to say "man we really should update that. Bye (Y/n)~!" and you're in tears because your comfy life as a God is about to crumble with some Blasphemer who doesn't even acknowledge you exist.

They have video games in your world, you're not new to most of these concepts. Adventurer's Guilds, taverns, NPC dialogue, it just sucks you have to start from zero. Not a Gold to your name, not even a name to your name! No one knows you and it hurts.

Anaxa is having the time of his life, taking on small, two party commissions, throwing you in the way because, "Aren't you a God? Then do something divine."

You have to explain that, "My level has dropped to 1, too! I don't have any magical powers or-" and it's when he starts snickering that you realise he knows all this, you don't need to explain yourself to him, he's just the biggest bully you've ever encountered.

Cold nights sleeping in barns are terrible, you either find yourself curled against him for warmth or if you're still awake then he pushes you off. If you do wake up against him, he makes a big deal about it, "I couldn't get you off, geez, why are you so heavy?"

Eventually, you realise you're getting nowhere. Living paycheck to paycheck is hardly an adventure, and you're starting to really hate waking up with hay in your butt crack.

The only issue is that every other commission needs 3 people or more, 4 being the sweet middle ground. You come up with the brilliant idea, "Let's hire people! We can start auditioning others who want to be in bigger groups too."

It's humiliating how little response you get. The tavern owner is nice enough to let you guys hang out there, find commissions on the board and cry when things go bad. Unfortunately, this just means you have become the laughing stock of the town. Anaxa has no qualms coming back covered in slime or goblin blood, whereas you haven't needed to wash your own clothes in centuries, let alone clean your skin of viscera and other unmentionables.

Eventually, a bright and happy man walks up to you, a simple tattoo of a sun on his neck, "It's never easy, is it? I always find it hard to get outside party members. It's easier to just do things myself most times."

"You can do that?" You ask, stunned by his confession.

He looks at you like it's obvious, "Uh- yeah. The party number is just a guideline, a recommendation but no one is going to run in and stop you if you're heading towards danger. Though I do hear it can get you into legal trouble on bigger bounties and closer to the city."

You're about to smile at Anaxa that you can do the job, only to see him laughing into his shoulder, "Did you know this too?!"

He wipes a tear from his eye, "Well, it's pretty obvious. Since when have we followed the suggestion of a commission anyway?"

Like that time you went to invade a small, goblin camp from the rear, only to fall into the river and wash up right in the middle of their nest.

Or the time a hoard of slimes had overrun a farm and you were cautioned to clear them out during a sunny day, only to get the weather report wrong and end up fighting them in stormy weather. You can still taste slime extract from that.

"What are you trying to do, anyway?" The stranger asks, taking a seat across from you at the table.

Anaxa slides over the commission pamphlet, "Demon Lord's Castle. A town nearby has been getting threats from the King and wants someone to fight him off."

The man looks wary at his explanation, "Not to be rood or anything, friend, but even with four people you'd have to be pretty in tune with each other. What's your status level at now?"

You both answer at the same time, "12."

"This says at least 32... How about this, I will gather my partner and we will help you on this quest?" The kind stranger suggests.

Your eyes light up, grasping his hands in yours, "Really?! You'll do that?!"

He laughs merrily, "Of course! To be honest, we've been eyeing this commission as well, so it works in both our favours!"

Phainon is the man with the beautiful soul that offered to team up. His constantly angry-looking partner is Mydei, an undying brute who can harness strength and expel it with every hit he takes.

You soon realise that these men aren't what they seem. Phainon is a glutton for punishment, accepting every challenger offered to him and won't even hit back most times. He just laughs it off before ending the fight in one, swift slash of his sword. He's a bit ditzy when it comes to his own safety, and you have watched in horror many times as a beast will bite him or swallow him or stomp on him-

Mydei is a pretty good cook. That's... the best thing you can say about him. You've almost been eviscerated many times by his "Godslayer Be God" attack. It's terrifying to think of how strong this man is and yet how spatially unaware he can be when fighting.

And then there's your reason for this Hell, Anaxagoras. He's become more of your savior since these two have joined, and though he's not firm on martial combat, he's created a pretty cool weapon with a monster drop and a gun. He tinkers with it frequently, sitting by the fire at night while you lay next to him and try to sleep.

You suppose it's not so bad, the four of you get closer as time goes on. You prioritised your spells on healing and water magic, but since they don't seem to need as much anymore, you start branching out into buffs as well. You can't lie that your heart does a little skip when one of them saves you from imminent danger. Their protectiveness almost obsessive.

You just wished it catered to smaller monsters too, or even plant-based enemies that aim to entrap and snare without any real danger. Yeah, you see where this is going.

They may know of your status as a God, but down here, in a world where you have to start from zero, you're well beneath all of them. You need them to survive.