quantumbutterflies

[quantumbutterflies]

CW: Noncon, Yandere Phainon, heavy drugging content, needles, female reader, mentions of pregnancy/becoming a mother, restraints, kidnapping, if any other warnings need to be added please let me know

Phainon loves how needy and sweet you become when he sedates you, your natural spitfire personality melting away into something more compliant and obedient for him.

It gives him the smallest taste of what it would feel like if you actually reciprocated his love, and the mere thought of you being so submissive for him sends him over the moon.

You are seated in Phainon’s lap, one hand rubbing soothing circles into your bare hip as the other is holding a needle filled with a clear liquid.

His efforts of comforting you seem to be in vain, for the moment your eyes land on the needle, you scramble away as far as the chain around your ankle will allow you to go. Your eyes are wide with fear, and the sight of you in this state makes his heart ache for a moment.

It almost makes him reconsider doing this. But then that brief thought is gone as he sees you pulling on the chain attached to the floor, trying to free yourself.

Phainon grabs you and yanks you back onto his lap almost a little too roughly, letting out a sigh of disappointment that something as simple as a tiny little needle would make you try to leave him.

He wraps one arm around your waist, barely having to do anything more to keep you in place. He’s so much stronger than you that it’s easy to keep you pressed against him despite your frantic struggling to get free.

“As nice as it feels when you struggle against me,” Phainon chuckles softly, his eyes gleaming with an almost sadistic interest, “I’d really rather you be still right now so we can get this part over with.”

You continue to try to wiggle away from him despite his subtle warning, even getting as far as climbing off his lap this time. The chain only lets you get so far once again. Phainon sighs, averting his gaze for a moment, seeming to contemplate his next actions. “I really didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice.” Phainon grabs you, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you over to the bed. He places you down on the mattress, and immediately climbs on top of you before you can scramble away again. He presses his body weight into you, keeping you pinned in place as he takes the needle into his fingertips again and brings it closer to your neck.

Something akin to the sound of a whimper gets caught in your throat, and you find your body moving faster than your mind. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay my dear. I know you don’t like it,” Phainon gently coos to you, trying his best to soothe you, “But I promise it will all be over before you know it.”

With you pinned to the sheets, Phainon is finally able to close the distance and sink the needle into you, injecting you with the fast acting sedative. You flinch at the sharp prick, wincing slightly in pain. He gently shushes you the entire time, and once its contents are empty, he gives you a pat on the head. “There you go. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You try your best to glare at him but can barely manage it, your muscles beginning to involuntarily relax as the sedative works its way through your bloodstream.

“You are such a good girl for me,” Phainon allows little praises to fall from his lips, over and over, “I love you.”

The room starts to spin, the colors of the world around you blending together until the only thing you can focus on is Phainon’s face leaning closer to yours. Your head feels fuzzy and you feel so relaxed, like you’re floating in a peaceful sea without any worry.

Phainon leans in, capturing your lips in a loving kiss. It starts out slow and sensual as his way of apologizing for having to do this to you. He’s giving you time to adapt to his advances. His lips are soft against yours, and you don’t even have the strength to lift your arm to push him away anymore. 

He presses his body against yours, entirely covering you with his own, caging you against the sheets.

His tongue slips into your mouth easily with how pliant your body has become for him, and you feel so calm with the drug making pleasurable sensations wash over you, you’re unable to grasp why you didn’t want him to kiss you moments ago.

He can’t get enough of you as he deepens the kiss, his mouth claiming yours more roughly. His tongue dances against yours teasingly, but you don’t kiss him back. Phainon’s kiss grows more passionate, him leaning into the feeling of finally getting to have you all for himself.

You don’t fight him in this state.

He seems to enjoy it very much, his eyes closed in pleasure. He moans into the kiss, sparks going off in his brain at how good it feels to be this close to you, to have you so sweet and obedient, accepting him without protest.

Eventually he pulls away for much needed air, panting hard, a string of saliva connecting you to him momentarily as his eyes are half lidded in lust.

Phainon’s hands begin to roam over your body, he had taken your clothes away earlier so you’re already bare before him. Your mind can’t really register that you should feel embarrassed about it anymore. He quickly shuffles his own clothes off in a hurry.

Once he returns to you, his hands glide down your body, dragging over your waist down to your hips, where he yanks you closer to him once more.

His touch continues traveling down your body, squeezing your thighs for a moment before he nudges your legs apart. You can’t resist with the sedative coursing through you, only able to squirm around weakly and whine so cutely it makes Phainon’s heart swell with pride.

“You’re already so wet for me,” He says in awe, dragging his fingertips between your folds and gathering up some of the arousal leaking out of you. He brings his fingers up to his lips, maintaining eye contact as he sticks them in his mouth, greedily sucking on them in a sensual show for you. He pulls them out of his mouth with a wet pop, clearly having enjoyed the taste of you. 

“I’m so, so glad.”

You feel your face burn in embarrassment.

He gives you a smirk, situating himself between your legs. Phainon starts rubbing his dick against you, gathering some of your wetness on him. You squirm in discomfort, whimpering softly and trying to keep yourself as far away from him as possible, but unable to move much due to your drugged state.

It’s so easy to pull you back this time.

“Ah, ah, ah,” He chides you for yet another escape attempt, “It’s really cute, but…”

A scream is ripped out of you as Phainon pushes into you in one swift movement, giving you no time to scramble away anymore. He lets out a groan of satisfaction, while you’re left staring up at him in surprise.

The impact is jarring and sends a wave of pleasure coursing through your entire body, causing you to gasp involuntarily.

“You’re staying right here with me, my love.”

He gives you a moment to adjust to the stretch, just holding you close and humming to himself, seeming to be extremely pleased. “Are you ready?” He asks you, blue eyes glowing softly in his lust, trying to hold on to the last bit of restraint he has.

“N-No…” You feebly protest, weakly squirming in discomfort at how big he is, how much you struggle to accommodate him. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” He sighs in happiness, shifting slightly so he goes even deeper into you, his dick touching parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.

“A-Ah!” You let out a squeal at the sensation, unwanted pleasure spreading through your body. 

“W-Wait-”

He barely moved and it was already starting to feel…

“Don’t worry, princess,” Phainon teases you in a gentle voice, “I can make it feel even better.”

Phainon pulls all the way back, then thrusts his hips back into you in one smooth movement. 

“A-Ah, ahhhh…” You moan, throwing your head to the side. Your arms wrap around him, trying to find some sort of grounding at the sensations taking over your mind and body.

He does it again, and again, drawing an even longer, more breathless moan out of you.

“You’re enjoying this so much, aren’t you?” Phainon taunts you, his eyes never leaving your face, watching every slight change in expression, “I like it better when you just accept how your body feels and your mind stops fighting me.”

Phainon seems to think you had enough time to get used to the feeling, and starts moving at a brutal pace, moaning incredibly loud as he begins to pleasure both of you.

“O-Ohh… Ohh, Phainon!” You can’t control the noises coming out of you as you push your hips up against his, your addled mind giving into the sensations and chasing after the pleasure with him.

“P-Please, I-I can’t…”

Phainon laughs, the sound airy and light, as he snaps his hips against yours even more quickly. 

You’re almost tearing up at the pleasure, riding the waves of ecstasy. The feeling of the drug in your veins combined with Phainon’s relentless onslaught into your body is too much for you.

He shifts his position slightly, his body grinding against yours even deeper, applying the perfect amount of pressure and ripping another strangled moan out of you.

Every movement is heightened thanks to whatever Phainon gave you, and he grabs your chin between his fingertips, tilting your head up until you meet his gaze.

You feel your mind sinking, the drug having taken full effect now. Phainon seems to notice how hazy your eyes are, and how you’ve quieted down into little moans and cries of pleasure.

“It’s okay, just relax,” He sweetly coaxes you into submission, genting cooing to you sweet nothings.

You relax under his touch, under his words, the sedative aiding him in his pursuit.

“There it is,” He smiles sincerely at your dazed expression, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, the touch electric and leaving your skin tingling. “There’s my good girl. Look at me now, I want to see your face when I fill you up.” 

His voice is a low, seductive growl. He moves even faster, so fast the bed is creaking with every thrust, the sound of his body against yours making you feel very flustered.

“P-Please Phainon-” You pant, completely out of breath but fear rising in you anyway, “D-Don’t- Don’t do it- N-Not inside, please…”

Phainon seems to take pleasure in your protest, in your cute little whimpers of fear.

“Oh, but my love…” He trails off, leaving you trembling in anticipation for a moment. “I want to. I want to fill you up, and if I’m particularly lucky…” His voice drops into something huskier, something darker.

“I want to impregnate you.”

That word. That single word has you struggling again, trying to push him away so you can get away from him before it’s too late. Phainon wraps one arm around your leg, lifting it into the air until it’s placed over his shoulder. This position allows him to go even deeper, and he grabs your hand in his, your fingers entangling as he pushes you back into the sheets. 

He grins at you, his smug expression brighter than the sun, “Isn’t it more romantic this way?”

Phainon holds you still with minimal effort, not seeming bothered by your thrashing, especially considering how much weaker you are right now. He continues moving against you, faster now, both of your moans becoming louder.

You whimper in shame as you finish on him with a loud cry, throwing your head back against the pillow in ecstasy as a wave of pleasure overtakes your every thought. You feel like there are fireworks going off in your head, your walls fluttering around him and squeezing him as a pleasurable sensation washes over you head to toe. 

Phainon is so close too, he needs this, he needs to feel you around him as he cums, he can’t have it any other way. He has to do it inside, every instinct screaming for him to, that it would be the ultimate act of claim over you, that you would be his forever.

You whine softly, his every movement helping you ride out your orgasm.

“I love you,” He moans your name in near disbelief of how beautiful and perfect you are, his breath shaky and uneven, “I love you so much.” The confession falls from his lips, a declaration of love that he repeats like a mantra.

With one final thrust, and his hips pressed as close to yours as possible, he lets himself go with you, reaching his peak just as you did.

Phainon’s hand squeezes yours as he lets out a long shaky exhale, and you feel his warmth flood you, giving you all of his love in every drop he has. Another moan, his body going tense and then relaxing all at once, him thrusting in and out of you slowly as he comes back down.

He stays like that for a moment, just gazing down at you lovingly with obsession written in his eyes.

Then he wraps both arms around you, your naked bodies pressing even closer together, Phainon murmuring the words into your shoulder.

“You’re going to make such a wonderful mother.”

[quantumbutterflies]

CW: Yandere Sunday, noncon/dubcon implied, female reader, Sunday’s tuning/brainwashing

Sunday has tried everything he can think of to silence Wonweek’s voice in his head. For a long while, he thought Wonweek had completely fused into him after the fight against his inner demons in the Grand Theater. 

That was until he met you.

When Sunday boarded the Astral Express, he never expected there to be such a friendly girl who warmed his icy heart with her smiles alone. He still remembers the way you greeted him with cookies in the shape of music notes, excitedly telling him that since he likes music you made those cookies just for his arrival.

Sunday remembers lying awake in bed that night, alone with his thoughts.

He expected to be shunned immediately, yet here you were readily accepting him. Giving him a warm welcome, like he mattered.

Like he was something more than his mistakes.

“Sunny,” Wonweek whispered to him in the back of his mind, like a little devil on his shoulder, “We have to make her ours.”

And as much as he is loath to admit it, he felt it too.

“Hello, Sunday!” You greet him cheerfully, sitting next to him on an open seat, “I hope you don’t mind if I sit here for a bit?” “Not at all,” He replies smoothly, despite the racing of his heart, “I’m happy to have your company.”

“Thank you! Um, actually, if it’s okay… I was wondering something.” You trail off a bit, looking away momentarily before locking eyes with him once more. “Is it true that you tried to become a god?”

“...” He says nothing, and a silence falls between you.

“I mean, I didn’t think it was a bad thing or anything!” He can tell you’re just trying to comfort him. Of course you hate him now. You want him gone. You want him off the Express-

“I just thought…” Your expression grows quite flustered as you play with your fingers absentmindedly, “You make a much cuter angel.”

Only the sound of a drink being knocked over can be heard as he throws himself at you, pinning you to your seat. Gazing down at you with eyes that are almost full of madness. He leans closer to you, his lips hovering right above yours, almost close enough that they’re brushing against you as his eyes burn a hole through your very soul.

The fire is blazing in his heart. He feels afraid for a moment. He feels vulnerable.

And yet��� He has not felt this much of a power trip since he was first recognized by the Order.

Sunday plays his heart out on the piano that night, his fingers harshly hitting the keys, trying desperately to silence the part of him he wishes to be rid of.

He thought, perhaps, if he fulfilled the wish of his other self that he might go away.

If only Wonweek wasn’t as difficult to satisfy as Sunday himself.

“What are you waiting for, Sunny? Take her. Make her ours.” That damn voice again, the one that can only be described as a mockery of his own. Sunday wants to claw at his hair, rip Wonweek out of him by force. “It would be so easy, wouldn’t it? You could sneak into her room in the dead of night, muffle her screams with your scarf, and-”

Sunday harshly slams his hand against the keys, playing an extremely loud and long note. He can vaguely hear Stelle complaining from her room.

“I’m not like that. I’m not you.” Sunday finally says, barely registering he actually said it out loud.

“You may not be as open about your desires, Sunny,” Wonweek’s voice is grating on his ears now, even worse than the ugly note he just played, “But we both know they’re the same as mine.”

Sunday doesn’t feel the same around you after that. He has to calm himself down immediately after every interaction with you. Even looking at you causes him to run off, afraid of what he might do to you if he sticks around.

It isn’t until you grab his hand one day with heartbreak in your eyes that he finally snaps. “Why are you avoiding me, Sunny?” And oh, how that nickname sounds so different coming from your lips.

He thinks he might actually like it for once.

“...I apologize.” He chooses his words carefully, trying to sound sorrowful, like someone who wants the mouse to take the cheese.

And to his immense pleasure, you fall for it like a fish on a hook.

Your vision starts to get a bit blurry. You blink in disbelief.

“Huh…? What’s happening…?” You ask, feeling your body involuntarily relax so much you fall over into Sunday’s arms. “Shhh…” Sunday shushes you softly, gently catching you. You feel so nice in his embrace, you feel so soft and warm and comforting and it’s invigorating to have his body so close to yours.

He lets out a shaky exhale, trying to calm himself down. He’s never been very good at self soothing.

“I think you just need to lie down.” With those words, he begins to drag you away, heading in the direction opposite of your room.

“Wait, Sunday… My room is-” “I know.” He cuts you off, gently patting your head, “Just relax for me, okay?”

Your vision turns colorful, soft patterns and hues dancing at the edges. You have no strength to resist, you can only let him lead you away.

Sunday takes you back to his room, guiding you to lay down in his bed. You look good sprawled out on his sheets like that, almost like you’re a doll.

A doll just for him.

Sunday climbs on top of you, shushing you as you begin to struggle against his touch. He ties your thrashing limbs to the bed frame, the visual disturbances only intensifying and making your head spin even more than it was before.

“It’s okay,” He promises, but you both already know it’s a lie, “I’m not going to hurt you…”

“Why-” You ask while trying to sit up, but he cuts you off with his answer almost immediately. “Because I fell in love with you.” The truth feels good rolling off his tongue, and he loves the way it makes his heart start to race uncontrollably. His hands are shaking. He feels elated.

Sunday is sure he’s never felt so happy in his life.

He gently says your name, easing you to lay back once more, urging you through his tuning to stop struggling and accept his advances.

And for the first time since he met you, Sunday’s mind is peacefully quiet.

[quantumbutterflies]

CW: soft yandere Phainon, kidnapping, implied stockholm syndrome, a bit emotional, female reader, mention of pregnancy/having children

Phainon was like a sun in a cloudy sky.

You don’t mind being his captive, secured to his home and Phainon being the only person you ever get to see. If your presence, or your sacrifice, can comfort or help him in any way, you were happy to stay here with him.

“I love you,” Phainon whispers the confession into your shoulder, the air of confidence melted away to show how uncertain he really was about everything. “I may… not know where the future is going to go, or if we’re… doing the right thing, but I do know one thing for certain. I truly love you.”

In the prophecy you are known as the bride of the one who is destined to inherit Kephale’s coreflame, the girl carrying the fate of the world with her soon to be husband.

You nod slowly, your expression growing flustered at how close he is. “I know, Phainon. You’re always doing your best, it’s okay to be unsure.”

You gently comb your fingers through his hair, and he melts at your gentle touch.

He feels like he could break at your kindness.

In the beginning, it was true you struggled against him, even tried to run away like Cipher. Eventually you gave in to your destiny, Phainon was always so heart meltingly sweet to you it was hard to stay upset about fulfilling your role by his side for very long.

“The Flame Chase Journey is almost over. We’re getting married soon,” He sounds incredibly excited, like he is looking forward to the idea of making you his wife even more than becoming a god. “Are you nervous?” “A little,” You admit. “It’s just… a lot, I don’t want to disappoint anyone…”

Phainon’s expression shifts to one of total seriousness. He rolls you over so he has you pinned underneath him, and he quickly climbs on top of you to hold you in place. “You could never be disappointing.” He tells you honestly, the shadows on his face only adding to his stern expression. 

“I mean, look at you…” He says, leaning in closer and gazing at you with a lovestruck expression.

“This cute smile.” His thumb traces along your bottom lip, tilting your head up so you’re forced to look him directly in the eyes. “Those beautiful eyes…” He trails off for a moment, getting lost in his fantasies. “I really hope our children have them.”

Your face feels warm, and you’re stunned by his words. His admission that he wants you to bear his children leaves something new stirring inside you, and you quickly realize you’re warming up to the idea of loving him too.

The only thing you can do is stare back at him.

“You’re perfect.” He says in awe, gently dragging his fingertips along your cheek in a loving caress. “In every way, you know.”

He lets out a sigh, rolling you over again so you’re now the one laying on top of him. It makes you giggle a bit, Phainon wrapping his arms around you, hugging you so close to him.

“I love you so much it feels unbearable,” His voice is barely above a whisper, “You have no idea how badly I want you. How badly I need you.”

He smiles at you, practically beaming, the love in his eyes still evident.

“If it was a choice between you and the world, or even the fate of Amphoreus itself…” Phainon melts in contentment as you snuggle closer, embracing him just as tightly.

“I would pick you every time.”

Most people who look up to Phainon see him as courageous to a fault, but they don’t know of the times he sobs into your arms. Restless and with tears streaming down his face, apologizing to you over and over, the ghosts of the past written all over his face.

You know he tries to carry himself with an optimistic aura in everyday life, but you see the sadness behind those weary blue eyes of his.

Sadness he only shows to you.

You think you may know him too well sometimes. You aren’t sure if he wants you to see him so vulnerable, or if he’s showing his scars to the only person willing to actually listen.

You’re glad to be that person for him, the only solace in a life full of worries and expectations.

In all the time you’ve known him, Phainon’s smile has never reached his eyes. Those depths of shining beautiful blue are so deeply haunted, with daylight as endless as Okhema’s. Eyes that are like the sky if it were an abyss of pained regret.

How badly you wish to grow wings and soar into that beautiful sky. You swear you would part the clouds for him. Rain judgment on everything that ever hurt him.

Phainon deserves clear skies.

How happy you would be to see the sun for the first time, without anything obscuring it.