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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

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Hello!!! Iv only recently read your fics but boy do I enjoy it too much lol. If you don't mind of course, I haven't kept up with Amphoreus lore too much TvT forgive me. What if reader aka Phainon's lover(up to you)was a chrysos heir too and one day Phainon or I guess flame reaver had to kill them or to get their coreflames eventually. Iv always wanted someone to write this:(( Please if you don't mind I WOULD LOVE to see this come to life . Even if it's short it's fine, do it or not thank you still<3 May God bless your heart pookie amen!

hello!! thank you for your ask c: that's very kind of you to say.

boy do i have the gift for you, fun fact: i've actually already written this bahahha just on my main account here. (press the link or copy and paste this https://www.tumblr.com/earthtooz/788217904093184000/34-spoilers-hurtno-comfort-we-rip)

i hope this 1k word fic is at least a little reminiscent of what you are looking for my love, have a good day <3

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thanks guys im gonna crack open a beer in celebration

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silent treatment fic, i've probably written and thought about this scenario a million billion times, so very self-indulgent, hot-headed!reader and phainon is puppy coded

it's hard to ignore phainon, yet you've somehow nailed the art perfectly.

even as he trails behind you through the crowds of marmoreal palace like a pitiful chimera, even as he tries to strike up ways of talking to you, luring you with the best conversation starters, even as he drapes himself all over you. because while you may like your personal space, phainon likes it even more.

yet, none of it is enough to get you to budge, stubborn with your silent treatment as punishment for not listening to you and going out of his way to disobey your concerns.

from the last expedition aglaea had sent him out on, he had come back with a pretty nasty injury. you were concerned over him for days, pampering him, making sure he didn't exert himself too much so the wound would open back up.

only to find out that he couldn't resist sparring with mydei.

and lo and behold, it reopened and you were left patching up a bleeding phainon in deathly quiet silence, irritation dripping off you in waves. you had a mountain of things you wanted to say, scold him until his ears fell off, but you kept quiet and refused to let the frustration boil over.

your lover had sat as still as a tree while you worked, not making a sound- not even wincing as the needle pricked into his skin.

he was waiting for it, your wrath, the flames he'd have to endure, yet it never came. you packed up your kit and left him without another word, and phainon didn't know which hurt more; the ache in his side or the pang in his heart.

obviously, he ran after you, keeping five steps behind you obediently, your combined footsteps echoing off the marble wall like a ticking clock, waiting for you to explode at him.

but it never came. he was getting antsy, nervously rubbing his palms against his pants.

phainon followed you all the way to the markets, where you browsed the stalls with keen interest, never once glancing back at the despite all the commotion that flocked to him. enthusiastic children that came up to him, stall owners that wanted to thank him for helping, trying to give him something in return; while he was getting held back, you kept moving without so much a second thought.

he reconvened with you in front of a fresh food vendor, where you were carefully scanning the produce, and he simply returned to your side as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"ah, phainon!" the owner greeted with a big smile. "thanks for your help carrying the boxes the other day, i wanted to say thanks with some produce on the house."

you didn't react to the praise occurring right in front of you, simply assessing which apple was fresher than the other.

"please, that's not necessary," phainon waves it off. "i'm happy to help any time, free of charge!"

"such a good lad," the owner turns to you. "aren't you lucky, y/n? got yourself the finest catch here."

phainon hears you huff. "so lucky that i have to spend my time fretting over him. i'll take these, thanks."

"i'm sorry," phainon murmurs just between you two. you don't move, waiting for your purchase to be wrapped up as phainon keeps staring at the side of your head, anticipating for the moment you'll finally look at him.

it passes by and before he knows it, you're setting off again. this time, heading back in the direction of your shared home.

he would open all the heavy doors in marmoreal palace for you, running ahead just to hold them for you to walk through without so much a glance at him. when you finally entered the privacy of your shared abode, he was all over you, arms around your shoulders, holding your waist, anywhere he could touch, he held on to.

"y/n," he'd whine your name over and over again, frowning even harder at every ignored attempt. "i'm sorry for worrying you, won't you at least look at me so i can tell you how sorry i am?"

you just acted like he wasn't there. as if there wasn't an oversized chrysos heir holding onto you, as if he couldn't just easily manoeuvre you with his ridiculous strength.

he didn't, though. didn't want to anger you even more.

he left you reluctantly when aglaea and tribbie summoned him for another thing that they needed his assistance with, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you, anxiety settling deep in his chest. even a dip at the hot baths couldn't even soothe him, mind running with ways to make it up to you- how can he even do that if you refuse to look at him? or even breathe in his direction?

her returned that evening to you preparing dinner, the portions still for two, and still accounting for his massive appetite.

it was even his favourite, phainon swears he didn't tear up a little. despite how angry you were with him, you still go out of your way to care for him. you didn't react when he sidled up as close to you as possible, chest pressed flush against your back. he thanked you for the food, and you didn't say anything, eyes glued to your cooking as he peppered gentle kisses along your shoulder, scared to provoke you even more.

even though you ate side by side, his thigh staying against yours, he was still antsy. you were so close, yet still felt so far, you still haven't even spared him a glance, and he was losing his mind.

phainon could only be so patient before the desperation boiled over.

by bed time, you slid into bed next to him and stayed on your side, reaching for the book on your nightstand. phainon, who had forgotten about his nightly-reading, stared at you, waiting for you to break, but you had simply opened your novel to the bookmarked chapter and began reading.

the sheets beside you rustle. next thing you know, there's a heavy weight spread completely over your bod, his chin resting on your chest as he was practically pleading for your attention with puppy dog eyes. yet, your book seemed to be more important, because you just adjusted your arms and used his head like a book rest instead of giving him what he wanted.

displeased, he wraps his arms around you with a suffocating tightness and rolls around so that you're the one lying on him, book dropping on the mattress.

he squeezes you close to his body, muscular arms constricting you like chains and you wheeze in his tight grasp.

"i'm sorry, please, stop this unfair treatment," he wails, pushing your head into his collarbones.

you squirm above him and punch his shoulder in protest. "phainon!"

"you need to forgive me first!"

"i can't breathe!"

"say you'll stop ignoring me!"

"i'll stop ignoring you!"

he finally loosens his embrace and you gasp for air, pushing your face out away from phainon's skin.

"have you gone mad?" you immediately ask, eyebrows furrowing with displeasure. your words fizzle away when you catch sight of his teary eyes and the pitiful sadness glistening in them, matched with a pout that made it seem like he was a second away from crying. "phainon?"

he rolls over on his side with you still in his grasp, shuffling down so he could hide his face in your chest. he wraps himself around you, arm snaking around your torso and thigh thrown over your hip. you couldn't even leave if you tried.

"i thought i was going to die," he whimpers.

"die? you?" you ask.

he nods. "please, never do that again. it felt like torture."

you sigh. "you deserved it for being an idiot and not listening to me when i was just showing concern for you. instead, you go out of your way to disregard my orders."

"mydei asked me to spar."

"you should have said no! i bet he even tried to be worried about you, asked how you were healing, and you just lied through your teeth and insisted you were fine, when you know very well you weren't!"

"i'm sorry, i was stupid, i won't do it again, i'll properly listen this time, i promise!"

"why didn't you listen to me last time?"

"i wanted to spar with him!"

"you buffoon! now i'm getting mad again!" you try to turn in his grasp and he whines, large hands forcing you to face him again, refusing to let you show your back to him again.

"be mad at me all you want, curse me out, pray for my downfall, but won't you at least look at me?" he pleads, lips quivering as he stares up at you, all teary-eyed.

"you're being dramatic."

"i'll jump off the highest mountain in okhema if i'm not in your gaze."

"you'd rather face my wrath then my silence?"

"yes, a thousand times yes," he burrows himself further into your chest, clinging to you. "i'll take everything you hit me with, but i can't handle it if you give me nothing, i'd rather fight nikador singlehandedly."

you sigh, hands snaking up to reside in his snowy hair and he hums in relief when you start playing with the strands.

"fine," you relent, "you're forgiven."

his fingers creep under your night shirt, and he all but nuzzles his face closer to your body warmth, content.

"you were very mean to me today," he mumbles.

you shift in his arms, pushing at his shoulders, trying to create some distance. "i was mean? you have the gall to say-"

"-i was kidding! don't leave me."

you sigh when you feel him pull you into a bone-crushing embrace.

"for your own sake, phainon, you should really stop biting the hand that feeds you. in other words, taunting me just because you find my reaction entertaining."

"but it's just so fun."

"it'll be real fun when i don't talk to you for a whole week."

"you can't do that!"

"i can. i'll run away, i'll hide from you," you joke.

"i won't give up until i find you, i'll search every corner of amphoreus, and i'll plead for your forgiveness every time."

"great, so how about we avoid that scenario completely and you exercise some self-preservation?"

"fine."

phainon manages to pin you to the bed for hours the next morning, insisting that it was to make up for all the time he spent agonising over your punishment, all the time he should have gotten with you, his neediness depleting slowly as he lays on top of you.

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clingy phainon is good for the soul, insinuated to be after nsfw activities but fic is sfw

"where are you going?" phainon whines from behind you.

"i have more work to do, phai," you tell him.

then, you feel a hand tug at the hem of your (his) shirt, gently stopping you from leaving. he grumbles petulantly at the mention of 'work' and when you look back, you're amused at the sight of his messy hair, swollen lips, and hickeys and bites that cover his chest, caused by yours truly.

you are in no better shape. in fact, you really don't want to be anywhere else but in his arms, and you hardly have any energy after being tossed around by him, but duty calls. he has already distracted you enough from the paper and admin work that needed to be done.

"stay," he pleads, crawling closer to you and throwing an arm around your waist. "don't leave me."

"phai, come on, this is urgent business."

"why do you want to leave me so badly?"

"i don't wanna leave you," you reach behind to cup his cheek. "but this needs to be done, you understand don't you? deliverer."

the light-haired man grumbles, digging his face into the side of your thigh, arm curling even tighter. "what i understand is that you're being cruel right now, trying to leave me all alone when i just want to cuddle."

"so you just want to cuddle? it doesn't even have to be with me?" he begins whining at your attempts of thwarting the conversation, trying to block out your words as you keep disarming his argument. "if you just wanna cuddle why don't you go ask mydei? or trailblazer? or dan heng?"

"shut up," he all but pulls you back down, using his strength to wrestle you into the sheets, keeping you flush against his chest. his skin is still flushed with heat, his embrace a warm cocoon. "i'd never want anyone but you."

"i know."

"good. so stay in bed this time, and don't try to leave," he mumbles, holding you very securely against him, his grip so binding that it's almost hard to breathe.

"okay, okay, i won't, please stop squeezing me so hard," you wince, patting his forearm. he loosens his grip after that, humming contentedly against your neck as you feel his nose nuzzling your skin.

after a few moments, he falls asleep, and you're gently extracting yourself from his arms again, holding your breath until you realise he's not waking up.

you hardly take three steps away from the bedroom when you hear him whine out your name again.

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NSFW, oral (afab!reader receiving), college/university au, friend and i were talkin about how phainon was good at maths so i started thinking about how i wanted him to write equations with his tongue

"w-when you asked for my help- titans- with your assignment, i didn't think it w-would be like this," you grumbled, tone airy and words whispy.

"like what?" he asks, barely taking his head away from between your legs.

"like this!" your thigh tenses in his grasp when he suckles on your clit, sharp, sucking sounds making you even more embarrassed as you feel your core getting wetter and wetter, his saliva mixed with your essence.

your fingers pull at his hair and he moans into you, the vibrations like lightning to the end of your nerves.

"i'm solving the problems though? working out and everything."

"what are you- mmh!" your caught off guard when he licks a hot, broad stripe up your slit, tongue slipping back in afterwards. his name passes by your lips like a mantra as he begins drawing curves and miscellaneous shapes in your walls.

wait- did he just write the number '5'?

the muscle then licks a vertical line, followed by a horizontal one, and he's writing the subtraction symbol, seriously? what are you? some working out sheet?

he draws an equal sign, followed by a sloppy sequence of numbers you cannot differentiate, and he ends it with a kiss to your abused clit, causing your empty walls to clench, pathetically begging for more stimulation.

"good little helper," phainon whispers huskily, voice thick with lust. "i should use you like this more often, i'm being real productive."

you hit his back with your heel impatiently, trying to lure him in to where you need him most. he chuckles, pinching your inner thigh in retaliation.

"patience. i want to enjoy you."

"you're taking your sweet time."

he pulls your hips closer to his face, eyeing your expression with a smug grin. "the sweetest."

phainon lowers his mouth and begins his oral assault once more, this adjusted position allowing him to go even deeper, and you can not conjure any more snide remarks when he brings his thumb to your clit. meanwhile, his tongue is still answering more questions, and your slipping rationality deduces he just wrote a square root symbol.

"come on," he whispers against your opening. "i'm almost done with this question set, come for me, sweet thing."

he keeps pleading with your pussy, and the pleasure begins to hike, climbing and climbing and climbing until it finally crests, and you're crying as you gush all over him. phainon happily drinks every drop of your release, moaning happily as he licks you clean, like he was the one who just came instead of you.

as his saliva is slathered all over your inner thighs, you jolt when you feel his tongue lick at your abused cunt again.

"phai- please, i-i'm sensitive!"

he hushes you. "i still have five pages to go through, you said you were happy to help me, right?"

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clingy phainon is good for the soul, insinuated to be after nsfw activities but fic is sfw

"where are you going?" phainon whines from behind you.

"i have more work to do, phai," you tell him.

then, you feel a hand tug at the hem of your (his) shirt, gently stopping you from leaving. he grumbles petulantly at the mention of 'work' and when you look back, you're amused at the sight of his messy hair, swollen lips, and hickeys and bites that cover his chest, caused by yours truly.

you are in no better shape. in fact, you really don't want to be anywhere else but in his arms, and you hardly have any energy after being tossed around by him, but duty calls. he has already distracted you enough from the paper and admin work that needed to be done.

"stay," he pleads, crawling closer to you and throwing an arm around your waist. "don't leave me."

"phai, come on, this is urgent business."

"why do you want to leave me so badly?"

"i don't wanna leave you," you reach behind to cup his cheek. "but this needs to be done, you understand don't you? deliverer."

the light-haired man grumbles, digging his face into the side of your thigh, arm curling even tighter. "what i understand is that you're being cruel right now, trying to leave me all alone when i just want to cuddle."

"so you just want to cuddle? it doesn't even have to be with me?" he begins whining at your attempts of thwarting the conversation, trying to block out your words as you keep disarming his argument. "if you just wanna cuddle why don't you go ask mydei? or trailblazer? or dan heng?"

"shut up," he all but pulls you back down, using his strength to wrestle you into the sheets, keeping you flush against his chest. his skin is still flushed with heat, his embrace a warm cocoon. "i'd never want anyone but you."

"i know."

"good. so stay in bed this time, and don't try to leave," he mumbles, holding you very securely against him, his grip so binding that it's almost hard to breathe.

"okay, okay, i won't, please stop squeezing me so hard," you wince, patting his forearm. he loosens his grip after that, humming contentedly against your neck as you feel his nose nuzzling your skin.

after a few moments, he falls asleep, and you're gently extracting yourself from his arms again, holding your breath until you realise he's not waking up.

you hardly take three steps away from the bedroom when you hear him whine out your name again.

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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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exam season so bad i'm gonna write phaidei reader threesome

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tw: mental health, depressive episodes.

phainon is absolutely an 'in sickness and health' kind of partner.

you could be going through intense periods, barely able to recognise yourself and it causes your external world to crumble. you couldn't even be sure of what's real and what's not, you don't even know if you brushed your teeth today, or when the last time you combed your hair was, all you know is the helplessness you feel and the unbearable feeling of stagnation in a life that never stops. in a world that never stops turning.

your perspective of the world is decaying, and your image of self is fragmented, but phainon would still love you through it all. he takes your burdens on, taking the extra step that most wouldn't. he bears your aggression, even if it's directed toward him, he does what is best for you, even if you're resistant against it in the moment.

to him, you're indispensable, you are everything, in all senses of the word. and when you're finally starting to get back on your feet, he is there are your post to latch onto. the buoy that keeps you afloat, the lighthouse that tells you where to go.

it's not easy, and the healing is never linear, but despite it all, he is the constant in the equation that keeps you grounded. when you're finally displaying parts that are the happiest, truest version of you again, when you smile at him in the way that is you, when you ask him to go out on a long walk because the day is nice, when you go to a cafe together and you order exactly what you used to get, he knows that he would do it all again.

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this came to me in a dream

can call me obsessed | phainon x gn!reader

clingy, sad, soppy phainon, fluff, sfw, unedited, modern!au

phainon: Good morning baby! phainon: Thinking of you :( phainon: I hope you have a good day!

phainon: I just walked by a cafe that you would like phainon: We should go soon!

phainon: Goodnight my love :> phainon: Sweet dreams phainon: I hope you're sleeping well phainon: And on time phainon: Don't stay up, ok? phainon: I love you

For nearly a week and a half, Phainon has been texting you relentlessly. After you had told him you needed some space, that you weren't feeling like a priority to him and needed a break to gather your bearings, he had agreed with barely concealed disappointment, looking as if you had torn his heart out and stomped it flat.

Phainon was always someone who had one foot in many doors, an overachiever of sorts, and for how busy he was, he did try his best to accomodate and spend time with you. However, one person can only stomach so much before other things start feeling arbitrary, and after many rain checks and late meetups, you didn't want to be the thing to hold him back and drag him down.

You didn't want to lose him, and you still loved him dearly, but sometimes love is not enough. You needed time to see if this relationship was something you and him still wanted.

"You're not breaking up with me, right?" He asks through a wobbly frown, eyes silently begging and saying what he didn't after you proposed some distance from each other.

"No, I just- you're a busy person, Phainon, and I'm not feeling like a priority right now, or like you even want to be with me," you reasoned.

"What? You've always been a priority to me, and I do want to be with you, I don't want anyone else but you!"

"You say that, but it's difficult to believe when it feels like you've put me on the backburner."

"I'm sorry, I'll do better, we can work through it, I promise!"

"It's not your fault, Phainon, life gets in the way sometimes. I just need space to figure things out."

"I don't want space," he frowns, holding your hand even tighter, refusing to let you go. "I especially don't want space from you."

"Phainon..."

"What can I do to fix this?"

You bite the inside of your cheek. "Give me some time, I'll... I'll let you know when I'm ready."

Eventually, he relents, but he voices his resistance and asks for one last kiss for the road. You grant it, and he pulls you in and breathes you in like air, as if you were the oxygen he needed before diving into deep waters and swimming against tough currents, even refusing to let you go for a moment so he can sneak more than just one kiss, pressing his lips against yours again and again.

He lets you go after that, staring at you like a kicked puppy as you walk away.

You never said he couldn't text you, so here you were, reading multiple texts that he sends a week, most of them detailing how he was thinking of you or missing you. It seems as if you occupied a lot of space on his mind, and he was determined to let you know whenever you did.

You would offer a reply here and there, and he would respond with great enthusiasm, trying his best to keep the conversation going; to prompt more out of you.

phainon: [ photo ] phainon: Look at this cute dog I saw! He had a little hat! phainon: You would have loved him haha phainon: Wish you were here phainon: ... phainon: Like. A lot

At the end of the day, you've realised how much you wanted him around too, and it was tough being without him. It seems as though he feels the same, if the texts were anything to go by.

you: can we talk?

For some reason, he doesn't respond within a close time frame this time. No, your message is left on delivered for a while, and you're left wondering if you've really messed up this time, or maybe you're too late and Phainon is finally fed up. Maybe he realised he deserved better than what you could give him.

Half an hour later, the doorbell to your apartment rings, and it's Phainon's voice that comes through the intercom.

"I'm here," he sounds breathless through the speaker, and you're so overwhelmed by the suddenness of the situation that all you can do is mutter a small 'come in', and hear him slam the door behind him.

You wait by the entrance, slightly nervous as you bite your nails. Why didn't he respond to you? Did he drop everything to come to yours?

A barrage of impatient knocks attack your door.

"Take me back," he pleads as soon as you open it. He has a big bouquet of flowers in one hand and his heart in the other, offering both to you with great desperation.

There are subtle deteriorations to his appearance- his hair is slightly matted, as if he has been running a hand through it, there are barely noticeable eyebags on his perfect skin, along with a few blemishes, and his cheeks are a little sunken. It seems like he hasn't been taking care of himself since you last saw him.

You forgot why you even asked for space in the first place.

Soulmates is a concept made by people trying to justify love and wholeness that being with someone brings you, that needed to put a label on this irreplaceable feeling of knowing you love someone and they love you in kind.

The feeling that Phainon brings you, and it's never been more clear that he's the only one for you.

However, in your daze, he has seemingly mistook your silence for rejection, watching your expression remain unreadable with a sense of impatience that creeps up his chest, squeezes his throat, and begs for an answer.

To your bewilderment, he drops to his knees, the bouquet falling to the floor as he wraps his arms around your hips and thighs, face pressed against your lower stomach.

"Please?" He pleads.

"Whoa, Phainon, stand up!" You exclaim, steadying yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders.

He shakes his head with firm resolution. "Not until you take me back, so please?"

"Phainon-"

"- I'll be good, I'll be everything you need!"

"I love you."

That silences him real quick, and all of a sudden he's jumping to his feet and wrapping you in his arms, keeping you pressed close to his chest until there's no space in between you. Then, Phainon breathes a sigh of relief, as if all is right with the world again.

He's all over you as soon as you let him in. When the bouquet is placed on the table, he's clinging to you like no other, laying on your lap and hugging your waist.

You fear he may burst into tears any moment.

The rest of the day is spent together. You go out for lunch, Phainon pays, you stay in for dinner, one that you cook, and things fall right back into place. He tells you about what he's been up to, you ask to know more, and he does the same, listening with great eagerness, and as his thumb rubs circles into the back of your hand, you realise how privileged you are to be loved by him.

When the moon is high in the sky and most of the lights in homes have been turned off, Phainon lays on top of you under your covers, his cheek resting on your chest and arms wrapped around your sides.

"I've missed you," he confesses while your hands run through his hair, untangling any knots they get stuck in.

"I missed you too, I'm sorry for being distant and thank you for being patient," you say. "You're too good to me."

He shakes his head. "I realised you were right, I've always had a tendency to keep myself busy and never give myself a break, I didn't realise how important that was until you brought it up."

"Still, I think there were better and less selfish ways for us to get there, but I appreciate that you were considerate of me, I needed some time to gather my thoughts. I love you."

Phainon presses a lingering kiss to your collarbone. "I love you more, I'm happy you're feeling better now, my love."

You hum happily, but suddenly, he wails very quietly, wrapping his arms around you even tighter. Before you can ask what's wrong, he speaks up.

"Never do that to me again, never ask for space again. If something's bothering you, we'll work through it together," he pleads. "Being without you was like prolonged torture, I don't want to go through that again."

You can't help but laugh softly. "I'm sorry, but I'm here now, right?"

"And I'm not letting you go ever again."

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can call me obsessed | phainon x gn!reader

clingy, sad, soppy phainon, fluff, sfw, unedited, modern!au

phainon: Good morning baby! phainon: Thinking of you :( phainon: I hope you have a good day!

phainon: I just walked by a cafe that you would like phainon: We should go soon!

phainon: Goodnight my love :> phainon: Sweet dreams phainon: I hope you're sleeping well phainon: And on time phainon: Don't stay up, ok? phainon: I love you

For nearly a week and a half, Phainon has been texting you relentlessly. After you had told him you needed some space, that you weren't feeling like a priority to him and needed a break to gather your bearings, he had agreed with barely concealed disappointment, looking as if you had torn his heart out and stomped it flat.

Phainon was always someone who had one foot in many doors, an overachiever of sorts, and for how busy he was, he did try his best to accomodate and spend time with you. However, one person can only stomach so much before other things start feeling arbitrary, and after many rain checks and late meetups, you didn't want to be the thing to hold him back and drag him down.

You didn't want to lose him, and you still loved him dearly, but sometimes love is not enough. You needed time to see if this relationship was something you and him still wanted.

"You're not breaking up with me, right?" He asks through a wobbly frown, eyes silently begging and saying what he didn't after you proposed some distance from each other.

"No, I just- you're a busy person, Phainon, and I'm not feeling like a priority right now, or like you even want to be with me," you reasoned.

"What? You've always been a priority to me, and I do want to be with you, I don't want anyone else but you!"

"You say that, but it's difficult to believe when it feels like you've put me on the backburner."

"I'm sorry, I'll do better, we can work through it, I promise!"

"It's not your fault, Phainon, life gets in the way sometimes. I just need space to figure things out."

"I don't want space," he frowns, holding your hand even tighter, refusing to let you go. "I especially don't want space from you."

"Phainon..."

"What can I do to fix this?"

You bite the inside of your cheek. "Give me some time, I'll... I'll let you know when I'm ready."

Eventually, he relents, but he voices his resistance and asks for one last kiss for the road. You grant it, and he pulls you in and breathes you in like air, as if you were the oxygen he needed before diving into deep waters and swimming against tough currents, even refusing to let you go for a moment so he can sneak more than just one kiss, pressing his lips against yours again and again.

He lets you go after that, staring at you like a kicked puppy as you walk away.

You never said he couldn't text you, so here you were, reading multiple texts that he sends a week, most of them detailing how he was thinking of you or missing you. It seems as if you occupied a lot of space on his mind, and he was determined to let you know whenever you did.

You would offer a reply here and there, and he would respond with great enthusiasm, trying his best to keep the conversation going; to prompt more out of you.

phainon: [ photo ] phainon: Look at this cute dog I saw! He had a little hat! phainon: You would have loved him haha phainon: Wish you were here phainon: ... phainon: Like. A lot

At the end of the day, you've realised how much you wanted him around too, and it was tough being without him. It seems as though he feels the same, if the texts were anything to go by.

you: can we talk?

For some reason, he doesn't respond within a close time frame this time. No, your message is left on delivered for a while, and you're left wondering if you've really messed up this time, or maybe you're too late and Phainon is finally fed up. Maybe he realised he deserved better than what you could give him.

Half an hour later, the doorbell to your apartment rings, and it's Phainon's voice that comes through the intercom.

"I'm here," he sounds breathless through the speaker, and you're so overwhelmed by the suddenness of the situation that all you can do is mutter a small 'come in', and hear him slam the door behind him.

You wait by the entrance, slightly nervous as you bite your nails. Why didn't he respond to you? Did he drop everything to come to yours?

A barrage of impatient knocks attack your door.

"Take me back," he pleads as soon as you open it. He has a big bouquet of flowers in one hand and his heart in the other, offering both to you with great desperation.

There are subtle deteriorations to his appearance- his hair is slightly matted, as if he has been running a hand through it, there are barely noticeable eyebags on his perfect skin, along with a few blemishes, and his cheeks are a little sunken. It seems like he hasn't been taking care of himself since you last saw him.

You forgot why you even asked for space in the first place.

Soulmates is a concept made by people trying to justify love and wholeness that being with someone brings you, that needed to put a label on this irreplaceable feeling of knowing you love someone and they love you in kind.

The feeling that Phainon brings you, and it's never been more clear that he's the only one for you.

However, in your daze, he has seemingly mistook your silence for rejection, watching your expression remain unreadable with a sense of impatience that creeps up his chest, squeezes his throat, and begs for an answer.

To your bewilderment, he drops to his knees, the bouquet falling to the floor as he wraps his arms around your hips and thighs, face pressed against your lower stomach.

"Please?" He pleads.

"Whoa, Phainon, stand up!" You exclaim, steadying yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders.

He shakes his head with firm resolution. "Not until you take me back, so please?"

"Phainon-"

"- I'll be good, I'll be everything you need!"

"I love you."

That silences him real quick, and all of a sudden he's jumping to his feet and wrapping you in his arms, keeping you pressed close to his chest until there's no space in between you. Then, Phainon breathes a sigh of relief, as if all is right with the world again.

He's all over you as soon as you let him in. When the bouquet is placed on the table, he's clinging to you like no other, laying on your lap and hugging your waist.

You fear he may burst into tears any moment.

The rest of the day is spent together. You go out for lunch, Phainon pays, you stay in for dinner, one that you cook, and things fall right back into place. He tells you about what he's been up to, you ask to know more, and he does the same, listening with great eagerness, and as his thumb rubs circles into the back of your hand, you realise how privileged you are to be loved by him.

When the moon is high in the sky and most of the lights in homes have been turned off, Phainon lays on top of you under your covers, his cheek resting on your chest and arms wrapped around your sides.

"I've missed you," he confesses while your hands run through his hair, untangling any knots they get stuck in.

"I missed you too, I'm sorry for being distant and thank you for being patient," you say. "You're too good to me."

He shakes his head. "I realised you were right, I've always had a tendency to keep myself busy and never give myself a break, I didn't realise how important that was until you brought it up."

"Still, I think there were better and less selfish ways for us to get there, but I appreciate that you were considerate of me, I needed some time to gather my thoughts. I love you."

Phainon presses a lingering kiss to your collarbone. "I love you more, I'm happy you're feeling better now, my love."

You hum happily, but suddenly, he wails very quietly, wrapping his arms around you even tighter. Before you can ask what's wrong, he speaks up.

"Never do that to me again, never ask for space again. If something's bothering you, we'll work through it together," he pleads. "Being without you was like prolonged torture, I don't want to go through that again."

You can't help but laugh softly. "I'm sorry, but I'm here now, right?"

"And I'm not letting you go ever again."

© TODORIIN 2025, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

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my starlight, my eternity, my apocalypse | phainon x afab!reader

18+ mdni, 3k wc, filthy and emotional sex, bath sex, bed sex, p in v, porn barely concealed by plot, fingering, breast play, more horny shit idk, chrysos heir reader but no spoilers, not completely aligned with canon, unedited no beta in phainon we thrust, emphasis on the emotional sex. it's emotional.

When you joined the Flame Chase Journey, you were prepared for all the sacrifices that you would have to make, to give up your soul, your conscious, your body, all for the safety of Amphoreus. Life is fleeting and ephemeral, but the prophecy gave yours meaning and somehow, a family that provided you friendship, love, everything that you thought could never be yours again when the black tide took it away.

However, you don't know when everything started, how it all fell like dominoes, how it felt like the rug was swept out from under your feet. Now, when you look up at the skies of Okhema and Kephale Worldbearer statue, you're reminded of imminent doom, and the future that is calling for your demise.

A decade or so ago, you would have been eager to meet your end, but now you can't bear to leave.

"You're awfully quiet."

Phainon makes himself known by sinking into the lukewarm water beside you, his bathing tunic revealing parts of his body that you're well accustomed to.

"Hey, you," you murmur meekly, trying your best to give him a smile.

"You don't need to pretend," he says, thumb rubbing your cheek reassuringly. "Things have been tough recently."

"Then you also don't have to pretend."

He laughs, the sound airy and not really there. "I fear it's more of a destiny issue, the world will be mine to bear alone."

The thought of it makes your expression sour instantly and Phainon notices it, immediately scrambling to make sure he didn't offend you. His precious lover, he never wants to displease you in any way.

"What's wrong? What did I say?"

"I just- it's getting scary, how things are unfolding so fast. Now, I need to confront a reality where you're truly alone," you whisper. "I... I really didn't want Kephale's Coreflame to be yours to inherit, but Aglaea's never wrong, it really does have to be you, huh?"

"Y/n..."

"And then... I also have to leave you, don't I?"

Two strong hands wrap around your thigh and they pull you onto Phainon's lap in one, swift motion, the water wading and rippling due to the sudden motion. You're practically nose-to-nose with him now, and his warm breath hits your top lip.

"Don't say that," he whispers, shaking his head.

"Not addressing it doesn't make it any less real," you let your hands wander to his face, holding him by the jaw. He opens his eyes to look at you, really look at you, gaze flickering from your mouth, to your eyes, to your nose; how the Titans have sculpted you, his perfect match in every lifetime.

"I know, but... I don't want to think about it. Not now. I... don't think I can survive the grief of losing you."

You exhale a breath of relief when he nudges his nose against your cheek, feeling him pepper gentle kisses against your jaw, trailing his lips along the bone. His snow-white hair tickles your face, and it's only when you recoil a little at the feathery feeling he stops, moving his head to look at you again.

There's turmoil swimming in those usually-vibrant eyes of him, and he's uncharacteristically silent as he gazes at you.

"I love you," you whisper, voice cracking with all the emotions bubbling within you. "I love you so much, Phainon, I can't bear-"

You're interrupted by a kiss, one that is meant to consume, meant to devour you whole, one that has no clear nor purposeful movement behind it because the intention speaks for itself. The desperation, the fear, the overprotectiveness, it all declares itself present in the way Phainon is trying to mould you as close to him as humanly possible.

His hands roam, needy and demanding as it travels the expanse of your skin: holding, squeezing, wrapping around you like a serpent.

"Titans, I love you so much," he murmurs before kissing you with renewed fervour, only emboldened by the intimate position you find yourself in.

There's a growing hardness against your thigh and arousal slips into your veins like a drug. All of a sudden, the bathing gowns you wear are too heavy, and all you want is his skin against yours.

He groans when you experimentally roll your hips against his pelvis.

"Take me, take me, please, take me," you continue your ministrations, feeling his dick spring more and more to life with each teasing movement you bestow. His breath hitches, caught in his throat as he withstands your pleasurable torture.

He'll withstand anything as long as it is done in your name.

When his hands come up to strip himself of his bathing garments, his eyes never stray from yours as he bears himself naked to you, as he has done so many times before. Despite how familiar you are with Phainon's body, you will never be able to scratch the incessant itch in your fingers that beg to sink your nails into his skin, to permeate into rippled muscles that fit so perfectly against your body, every ridge of his toned frame meshing harmoniously against yours. No matter how many bite marks you leave against his frustratingly smooth skin, it will never be enough to satisfy your cravings.

You help him take off the soaked fabric and drop it out of the water without a care of where it lands because his hands are already working on presenting you equally as bare.

His hands draw up to your shoulder slowly, testing, patient, searing. Then, he pulls off your straps, sliding them off your body, eyes flitting between your naked form and your face, blue eyes so overwhelmingly fascinated with the sight presented before him.

Eventually, you're left vulnerable and bare before him.

"Beautiful," he whispers when he holds the left side of your chest, teasing your nipple with his thumb. As a cry of surprise is about to leave your lips, he swallows it with his mouth, drinking in all the noises you make as he plays with you.

Pinching, fondling, squeezing, he is so mind-numbingly reverent in his touch that it makes your thighs squeeze around him. You feel him laugh against you, the sound vibrating throughout his chest, sending subtle shocks down to your core, before he leans against your shoulder to smile up at you.

"I love you," he declares again, softly and endearingly. His hands then seek purchase on your hips, fingers moulding into the curve of your ass and the flesh of your pelvis, and he shifts you closer to his hardened member.

You moan when it teases your entrance, the tip catching the hood of your clit and sending bolts of pleasure up your spine. It goes straight to your head, because you can only think about feeling him in the most intimate places, places where only you will let him touch, places that only feel whole when he's there.

"You're perfect," Phainon whispers, looking up at you with stars in his eyes, "I want you to remember me forever, because through all our lifetimes, no one will be able to love you like I can."

His hands snake around your ass to feel your entrance instead, touch achingly slow as he rubs two fingers against your slit and you can't help but fall into Phainon even more, gasping and writhing in anticipation. Even more so when he parts your folds with his thumb and ring finger to sink in two digits.

"Isn't that right?" He smiles when your nails sink into his deltoids whilst gasping for air.

"Yes! Yes, Phainon, you're right-"

You're already so aroused, you think you might implode with how he scissors you open. Despite being submerged, the ease he was experiencing in opening you up was all the work of your body reacting to him, not the water that ripples with each movement of his hand.

That fact pleases him, because you can feel him smile into your hair, fingers still working through your velvet walls, prepping you with intentional caresses and strokes. When he curls them, you dig your nails even harder, sobbing his name into his damp skin.

"Phainon-" you whine needily.

"Yeah?" He responds casually, as if his fingers weren't causing your sanity to slowly unravel.

"Fuck me already, please."

"So impatient already, my star? Can you take it?"

Despite your slipping conscious, you resolutely agree.

"If that's what my love wants, I must comply." It feels so empty when his fingers slide out of you, leaving you wanting and lonely for his love, but you don't get long to dwell on it before he's bringing you into another gentle kiss. His lips move in tandem with yours, guiding you through something slow and intimate. By the end, his hands are on your hips and he's dragging you closer to him, until you feel the outline of his hardness underneath.

You're so impatient, you want him to sink in and never vacate.

So when his engorged tip dips between your folds, you hold onto his wrists tightly as he slowly lowers you onto the rest of his length. Inch, by agonising inch, you let out a cacophony of moans and sharp breaths while he stretches you apart, pulsating where you need him the most.

It feels so good when you finally take his whole length, filling you up so perfectly. He groans and shudders from underneath you, helpless against the way your walls shudder and twitch around his impatient member.

Both of you are mindful that he didn't prep you completely, but you're so wet and turned on you don't even think it matters. You just want him to fuck the daylights out of you, and you're not above begging for it.

And Phainon has always been helpless to your every whim, so he lifts your weak figure up slowly, hissing at the sensation of losing your warmth, before abruptly sinking you down once again.

"Phai-" you cry as he repeats his movements. "Oh Titans, more, more, more."

He pumps his hips up this time to meet you, "you don't need to ask, my love."

This torrential downpour of pleasure continues, sending shockwaves from the tips of your finger to the end of your toes, causing you to curl them.

"I don't want you to be alone," you whimper against his neck, shuddering with each drag of him against your fluttering walls. "Holding the world alone is too cruel a prophecy for you, Phainon."

"I don't want to be alone, either," he shudders when you bite into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, abs clenching and hips stuttering as he thrusts upwards. "I want you to be with me, forever, until- until the end."

You cry out when he hits a particularly deep spot in you, crashing against his chest when you don't have the ability to hold your spine strong anymore. His arms wrap around your waist, protective and firm, it feels like he's trying to prevent you from falling apart even more than you already are- metaphorically and physically.

Being pressed against him like this means you can feel each twitch and flex of his muscle; his abs, his biceps, his thighs, deliciously paired with the feeling of him violating your insides.

When you're halfway to being mindless, he suddenly tightens his hold on you.

"I'm sorry, I need more," Without anymore warning, he stands up completely from the bathtub, his member slipping out of you to leave you achingly empty. Phainon walks of out the baths, leaving a dripping puddle with every step he takes, effortlessly balancing both you and his weight.

Your world is tilted on its axis when he drops you against something soft- your shared bed, which you are soaking through because of the water.

"Phainon-"

"It's fine," he reassures with a kiss to your forehead, and you have no space to protest when you feel his tip sliding in again, breaching your walls with the resistance of slippery ice.

He sinks back home with barely any struggle, bodies pressed right up against each other and he lets out a sigh of relief when he bottoms out, feeling you clench and pulse around him. His hands then push your thighs further apart so his torso can slot in, becoming chest-to-chest with you and you can feel more of him in this position. Tip poking your cervix, you fear you might feel him in your stomach.

As you adjust to this new stretch, he watches you squirm and writhe under him, fascination and awe shining in his eyes, as if committing the sight of your heaving chest and malleable form to memory.

He moves slowly, dragging his dick out at a torturous pace, leaving just the tip in, before thrusting back in, leaving you to cry out loud with each assault of his hips. You're so wet you can feel the way your slick coats his cock and how it aids his every move, and the added lubrication of the water does nothing to help the debauched noises of skin slapping skin.

Then, he speeds up and takes you at a mind-destroying pace, one so brutally fast that you're actually worried he will tear your cervix.

Slick gushes out and out of you, oozing onto your thighs, his hips, and the sheets below, but neither of you care. Phainon is dead set on ruining you, and he has the stamina to guarantee it.

Your first orgasm is approaching, fast, and he feels it with the way your walls clench around him. So, he decides to help you out with a merciless thumb on your clit, one that rubs delightful circles and patterns that only command your undoing sooner.

The coil snaps, and you feel every muscle seize up, legs twitching from where he holds them.

"Phainon- mmh!" He kisses you, covering your lips with his mouth to swallow every sound you make without ever stopping his movements. The silence only accentuates the wet plap, plap, plap that echoes in your shared room.

"You're mine forever, my lover," he murmurs in between kisses, "my starlight, say you love me."

"I... I love you!" You scream at a particularly deep thrust, still sensitive from the shocks of your cresting pleasure, but the sudden warmth that explodes in your lower abdomen has you squealing again. Hot ropes of cum shoot in your walls, and his cock is plunged so deep in that no drop can escape. His hips stutter and convulse as he lets out a pleased grunt, heavy breaths and sounds of satisfaction filling the air.

Your orgasm had hit you like a boulder, so much so that you were still clamping around him, stimulating him enough to harden whilst nestled inside. Both of you feel it, and Phainon gulps.

"It's fine, we can go until... you're pleased," you whimper, as if reading his mind and answering his question for him.

"But you're-"

"-I don't care," your arms then come up to wrap around his neck, "I need it as much as you do. Please, Phainon, have me again, do whatever you need to make me yours forever."

That's all he needs. He kisses your jaw, peppering little, open-mouthed kisses before teasing you with a slow, experimental drag of his hips, his cock leaving your warmth before slamming back in with an aching thrust. It has you yelping and gasping for air, convulsing as the ends of your nerves beg for mercy whilst simultaneously asking for more.

Phainon begins with a moderate pace, letting his mouth drift to your breasts inside. He plays with your right nipple first, sucking, gently tugging, and biting around the flesh whilst his hand occupies your left one, fondling and squeezing. It all feels so good, a tear escapes your eye from how overwhelmingly good his hands, tongue and lips are.

With a final suckle, he pops off your tit, leaving a trail of spit behind. You catch a look of displeasure in his eyes, as if this wasn't enough, so without warning, he raises your knees higher, spreading you even wider and allowing you to feel him even deeper.

The tip of his cock catches the spot where you need him the most, and it lets him know with an involuntary squeeze and an arch of your back.

"Phainon, Phainon, Phainon," you chant, digging your face into the pillow for some semblance of sanity, for some way of grounding you. He has other plans, however, and begins repeatedly hitting that spot, readjusting his position to get you to cry his name again and again.

You're so perfect, he wants to stay here forever.

"We're perfect for each other, my starlight," your lover whispers reverently, "please, never leave me."

His engorged tip accentuates his plea, and he's growing heavier and heavier inside you while you're growing less and less conscious, mind floating away to leave nothing but how good you feel.

The pleasure builds up, and up, and up, until wetness gushes out of you and onto Phainon's member. He grits his teeth and lets go of another load of cum, filling you up again with streams of it. This time, you feel more of it escape, seeping out of you in droplets, but nevertheless, he collapses into the safety of your arms.

The two of you are still connected, the two of you are still safe and physical, the two of you are harbouring wounds that you may never recover from, but at least the two of you are still here.

Because the song of apocalypse and the prophecy that you fear is still inching towards you.

if you've read this far can you at least pray for my finals and that i get a distinction on every subject. if you don't use the highest form of manifestation to help me then no more phainon smut.

© todoriin 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site

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why is there like no phainon smut don’t tell me I gotta make my own