synopsis: The only way to relieve stress is with them
pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader
content: oral (m!receiving with Zayne, fem!receiving with Sylus), dry humping (with Valko)
Zayne
Sometimes you really worried for Zayne's blood pressure.
Most days, he came home exhausted. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was the days were he trudged into the door like this that worried you.
His jaw is clenched, brows still knit like he's replaying an argument over in his head. The anger is his eyes softens when he sees you curled on the couch but it isn't erased completely. Luckily for him, you know exactly what he needs.
"Just like that..." Zayne sighs the moment your tongue swirls around his tip, watching him throw his head back in pleasure. His hand at the back of your neck tightens as you take him deeper.
You've blown Zayne enough times to know exactly how he likes it. And you know him enough to know what he really needs right now.
When you finally reach the base of him, mindful to stay breathing through your nose and not choke, you look up through teary eyes. It takes one look for him to understand.
His hips move carefully at first, slowly fucking your throat so as to let you get used to it. But once you squeeze his thighs, pleading for more? He's not holding back.
"Such a-fuck-good girl. Letting me use you." His actions are just as debased as his words, fucking your face so hard you don't even have time to choke, tip almost definitely bruising the back of your throat.
You've never been more wet in your life.
He doesn't cum down your throat like you'd expected. Instead, he pulls out, groaning as his cum shoots onto your open mouth and cheeks. Zayne is nearly doubled over, panting as he leans down to kiss you messily.
"So good for me. Let me take care of you now, okay?"
Sylus
Maybe you brought some of this stress onto yourself.
I mean, you WERE choosing to be in a serious relationship with your job's number 1 target. But, none of them really knew just how incredible Sylus was. Otherwise, they'd totally understand.
Of course, that doesn't help the pit of anxiety in your stomach every time Onychinus gets mentioned in the briefing room.
Today had been bad. There'd been a three hour long meeting about their various activities, and you'd had a knot in your stomach the entire time. Even as you step into your bedroom, you can feel it. So, there's really only one thing to do.
"Lay down." You don't explain, but Sylus gets the message. He smirks, setting his book aside and laying down on the bed as you strip down.
"Bad day?" He asks as you straddle his face. His evol wraps around your upper body to keep you steady, though his iron grip on your thighs makes it clear you won't fall.
"Less talking." You plead, squirming at the feeling of his warm breath against your pussy. He smirks, and then dives in so quickly you immediately cry out.
To his credit, Sylus is amazing at eating you out. Seriously, how he knows every spot that makes you scream, you'll never understand. But you definitely aren't complaining.
"O-oh fuck! Right there!" You gasp, back arching as you grip his silver locks. He moans at the sensation, ever the masochist.
You cum hard on his tongue, nearly seeing stars. But his grip doesn't loosen, and you're quickly whining from overstimulation.
"S-Sylus! I can't! Fuck!" You gasp, having to grip the headboard so you don't rip the hair from his head. He hums, fingers replacing his tongue as he pulls away.
"You wanted to use me, remember sweetie? Just relax and let me take care of you."
Valko
Honestly, you really don't know why Valko does this to himself.
It was his company after all, he didn't need to be working so hard! Still, he found things to busy himself with endlessly, only to drag himself to your place, exhausted and overwhelmed.
"Poor thing..." You coo as he sinks into the bed, head resting on your lap as he lays on your stomach. He sighs as your fingers card through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.
"You smell nice." He mumbles, propping himself up so he can press his lips to yours. You smile into it, pulling him a little closer.
"I tried a new lotion tonight. You like it?" You pull him with you as you lay back, his large form settling in between your legs. He sighs, and you can already feel the anxiety starting to melt off him.
"I do. I just..." He shifts, moving even closer to you and pressing his body closer. You whimper involuntarily when he grinds against you.
Perhaps he'd been a little too busy lately.
"You smell-fuck-b-better like this..." Valko murmurs, his whole body pressed against yours as his hips grind back and forth between your legs. Despite the layers of clothing, you whine at the sensation, pleasure shooting through you.
His stress becomes clear with the way his movements become frantic, pressing his lips to yours to kiss you sloppily. Usually, Valko likes to take his time, moving slowly and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. But you're definitely not complaining at this change of pace.
"God!" He gasps, fingers digging into your flesh as he makes a mess of his pants. You can't help but smile, even if you weren't quite there. He'll make it up to you in a minute.
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summary: an unexpected guest finds you during your shower..?
warnings: fluff, est. relationship, theyâre both sappy af, arachnophobia (?), use of pet names (hayati, habibti, beloved), v short
A thud. A scream. A bang.
Is what Damian Wayne heard coming from the bathroom which you were occupying.
His heart jumped, as did he off of the couch as he ran over to the bathroom door. He quickly turned the handle, wasting no time before barging into the steamy bathroom.
He saw you, eyes wide, skin still damp from the shower as you shakily held onto the towel around your body.
âHayati, what happened?â He said, hurrying over to you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, trying to calm your clearly stressed form.
âDamian!â Your arms flew around him. No, not in a hug, but in an attempt to run behind him and hide.
He caught your wrist before you could head to the door.
âWhat are you doing?â His eyes were filled with confusion, even more so concern.
âDami! Thereâs a spider in the shower!â You said with a twinge of mortification in your voice.
Damian stared at you for a moment before letting you go, his expression deadpanned.
âAâŚspider, habibti?â
You groaned, âYes! A spider! Oh- donât look at me like that, Iâm not crazy!â
He couldnât help it as a grin tugged up on his lips. âNow when did I say that, hayati? Come on, Iâll get it for you.â Damian turned around, making his way over to the shower as he pulled the glass door open.
You huffed and crossed your arms as he examined the marble tiles for any chance of an arachnid. Thatâs when he saw the small 8-legged creature hovering right above the shower head.
He stared at it. It stared back at him. Itâs many eyes blinking at the tall specimen in front of him. Damian sighed as he reached his hands out, clasping the spider into his hands.
You watched as he turned back from the shower, eyes wandering up to yours while his palms guarded the bug. They were dangerously close to each other, threatening the spider with a fate he couldnât possibly escape.
You stared at his palms with your eyes wide open, tracing every little twitch in his fingers. Like if you looked away even for a second it would find a way onto your skin.
âShall I throw it away?â He tilted his head lightly.
Your eyes flew to his face as you shook your head repeatedly. âNo. Donât kill it.â
Damian raised an eyebrow, yet he knew what he had to do. He carefullly walked past you and out of the bathroom before arriving at the tall window that lead to your balcony.
The window was skilfully opened by his elbow as Damian stepped out into the cold air. His bare feet met the chilling tiles and a shiver ran up his spine.
He crouched down in front of one of the plants, placing the small arachnid on a rustling leaf.
You watched the whole scene unravel from inside of the apartment, an awestruck expression forming on your face. Damian walked back into the warm apartment when he noticed you.
âWhat is it belov-â He didnât get to finish his sentences as you enveloped him in a long hug, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
âYouâre so sweet, Dami.â you sapped into his collarbone. âLove you.â
He chuckled, âAll of this just because I got rid of a spider?â
You didnât answer, just sighed further into his skin.
Damian smiled, âLove you too.â His fingers crept behind your neck, swiping a line of bubbles your body wash had left over.
âBut you should get back into the shower.â He whispered and you nodded, letting him go almost hesitantly.
Damian looked around the now empty living room as he heard the shower turn back on. His eyes trailed over the wet droplets you had left on the floor from all the scurrying you did while you were still dripping wet.
He just sighed and trotted over to the kitchen to grab a mop.
a/n: idk I feel like Damian can be such a loverboy when he gets close enough to someoneđ
âŻâ have you ever wondered what it's like to make out with the love and deepspace men?
đđËâ cw: mdni! suggestive, mentions of sex
đđËâ notes: my requests are open >:3 | taglist
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ââ ⢠Rafayel
⧠His kisses start out as soft pecks most of the time
⧠Not quite playful but feather light dotted along your jawline as if he's mapping you out
⧠When he finally kisses the corners of your mouth he likes to hover just a breath away from your lips, making you lean in first.
⧠Rafayel gets lost in your shared kisses fast, letting himself indulge in the sensation of your tongues striking each other.
⧠He does smirk against your lips when you get breathless and he might tease you for it.
⧠"Am I stealing your breath, cutie?" He pecks your lips after but kisses you the way he did just before his mocking.
⧠If you make small sounds or clench your hands into his shirt or hair, he gets absolutely addicted to it, trying to get more out of you.
⧠His hands don't seem to know where they want to linger and stay everywhere for a short while - cupping your cheek, holding your neck, pulling you closer by the small of your back.
⧠If things don't escalate he likes to ease out of it the way he started - heated kisses turn softer until they're mere pecks along your cheek.
ââ ⢠Sylus
⧠Sylus kisses start out soft to ease you in slow and gentle but the moment you kiss back he deepens them.
⧠He might deepen the kiss but it's not rushed, every move is slow and measured, meant to build up anticipation for more.
⧠When you lean into him more and kiss him back with more desperation, he's satisfied with himself, loving it when you take what you want.
⧠When it's his turn to give you exactly what you want it's all consuming. It's like he's losing himself in you while trying to resist the undeniable pull of you.
⧠Sylus prefers you to sit on top of him, straddling his lap or hips as he keeps you close, strong hands keeping you grounded to his body.
⧠They don't wander far, mostly keeping to your hips or your lower back, occasionally one hand wanders up your spine to cradle the back of your head like you're his most precious possession (you are).
⧠When he pulls back momentarily to allow you to catch your breath, his eyes are half lidded but his gaze is locked with yours, trying to read your thoughts before he leans back in to give you exactly what you were thinking about.
⧠Sylus also loves to nip at your lip from time to time, teasing you almost in a playful manner that leaves you clutching his shirt but he slips his tongue over your lip before letting it slide against your tongue again, daring you to take the control from him which you rarely ever do.
⧠He doesn't really use words to tease you (so he won't need to break the kiss more than necessary) but he will taunt you afterwards when your cheeks are hot and you're almost out of breath.
⧠He usually stops making out with you before he gets too excited if you catch my drift, but if you want to take things further, all you need to do is to slip your tongue in his mouth and he's on you within a second.
ââ ⢠Xavier
⧠Xavier's doesn't hold back at all, unable to help himself the second he has you close.
⧠He leans in without hesitation and it feels like kissing him has become second nature, as if you became the oxygen his lungs crave.
⧠He doesn't start slow or eases in, he's all in from the moment your lips touch.
⧠His hands wander all over your body, unable to find a resting spot - cupping your cheeks, sliding a hand into your hair to tug gently, wrapping an arm around you to pull you impossibly close - no matter what he does, he can't get enough of you.
⧠This doesn't mean that his kisses are hurried or messy however - They're passionate with a hint of softness beneath.
⧠He peppers kisses onto your lips between the deep kisses as if he can't get enough of you even though his lungs demand a breath of air.
⧠If you laugh from how sweet he is with you, he smiles against your lips. Hearing how happy you are is all he wants in life, even better if he's the reason you're giggling.
⧠When you tug on his hair, no matter how gently, he will groan softly against your lips, an admission of how you undo him just with a simple touch.
⧠If you're cuddling in bed and it turns into a make out session, he has a hard time to not lose himself in the intensity of it. Everything is so warm and soft around him, he easily loses track of time, drowning himself in your love.
⧠His tongue tangles with yours almost messily but filled with some sort of desperation only more kisses can fix.
⧠When he does pull away, he pulls you closer by the hips, wanting to tuck you against his body and never let go, but if you want to take things further just snake your hands beneath his shirt.
ââ ⢠Zayne
⧠Zayne's kisses start composed to test the waters, see how you react when he kisses you out of the blue while you two were just cooking in the kitchen.
⧠He placed you on top of the kitchen counter and stands firmly between your legs, his hands respectfully resting at your side and the other cupping your cheek.
⧠The moment your arms wrap around his neck, he's done for. You have him in the palm of your hand and you don't even know it yet.
⧠His kisses are slow and sensual, grounding you while tearing the floor from beneath your feet all at the same time. He makes you forget how to breathe.
⧠He hums softly into the kiss when you melt against him, parting your lips to allow his tongue to slip into your mouth.
⧠When he's losing himself in the kissing, it's not all consuming or messy. It feels like devotion, rather than desire when his tongue caresses yours.
⧠You can feel how he grows tense and how his breath hitches when you start letting your hands wander, almost as if he has to concentrate to not lose control completely.
⧠When things get too heated, he slowly eases out of the make out session, his tongue caressing yours softer before withdrawing and giving your lips gentle kisses until he eventually pulls away.
⧠His hair looks like a mess when he pulls away and all it takes is one word from you to escalate things from harmless kissing to much more.
ââ ⢠Caleb
⧠Caleb's kisses are confident from the start on, gentle but slightly possessive, making sure you know that you're his.
⧠There's no hesitation in the way his hand cups your face, no second guessing when he leans in - knowing that you'll meet him halfway.
⧠His lips feel warm and unhurried against yours, savoring every moment he can spend with you like this.
⧠One hand rests at the nape of your neck while the other stays planted to your hip, holding you close without urgency, because he's in no rush to let you go any time soon.
⧠When you kiss him back, he smiles into the kiss and finally deepens it, his tongue swiping along your lips asking for entrance you won't deny him.
⧠If your fingers slip into his hair or tug at his collar, he just hums in approval as he pulls you even closer since this is exactly the reaction he needed from you.
⧠When he pulls back to let you breathe, he stays close, lips busying themselves with the sensitive skin of your neck.
⧠"You good?" he asks carefully before kissing you again, softer this time.
⧠He never pulls away completely, always keeping some form of contactâhis hand squeezing your hip, his nose brushing against your neck while he kisses your pulse pointâreminding you that he is right there.
⧠And if you want more than just making out, you don't even need to ask, Caleb is already grinding himself against you, letting you decide if you move with him to take things further or if you slowly ease out of the heated moment.
ââ ⢠Valko
⧠Valko's kisses start playful, just a teasing brush of his lips, barely there and just enough to make you chase him before he finally gives in with a soft chuckle against your lips.
⧠His hands roam freely until settling on your sides, thumbs stroking lazy circles as he deepens the kiss, savoring each reaction and shiver he pulls from you.
⧠But Valko struggles to stay serious for too longâsharp canines gently tugging at your bottom lip in a playful nip, not hard enough to hurt but enough to give him a reaction.
⧠The sound makes his ears twitch, and before you know it, those soft wolf ears have popped up from his hair, betraying just how much he's enjoying this.
⧠He doesn't try to hide them, if anything he leans into your caress, tilting his head to give you better access as his tongue slides against yours with a newfound urge.
⧠His hands wander over your body but ultimately one of then slides up your spine to cradle the back of your head, while the other arm wraps around your waist do keep you close to him.
⧠Valko eventually pulls back to smirk at you when your breath got heavier.
⧠"Getting shy on me already?" he teases amused before diving back in to steal another kiss that leaves you breathless.
⧠His body is painfully aware of every small change in the air, his nose picking up the scent of your arousal before you can even voice out a need for moreâthe moment you do however, his hips slowly start rutting against you to get you even more needy for him.
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Fratboy! Sukuna who keeps you by his side at any parties he goes to.
He's usually the type to sit and just lean against the wall, drink in his hand while the music is bumping. He's known for having guys and girls alike by his side trying to get his attention all night. Who wouldn't want to be with him? Over six foot, known around the school, big as hell, covered in tattoos and piercings, everything about him just gave off sex appeal. The problem was he wanted you, you and no one else. It wasn't even a hidden fact either because at every frat party he was all up on you. Either standing behind you while you danced or holding you drink for you so you could talk with your friend. You made him your little personal errand boy.
Once he got with you, he never let you stray too far from him while at these parties. Dark heavy gaze followed wherever you went because he was obsessed with you. Now he lurked in the corner with his boys but kept you on his lap to talk to. You wanted to dance? That's fine, just make it in eyesight. You wanna go off with your friends? Cool, he'll be checking on y'all though because he knows how these parties can be. When it was just you two on the couch, he was clingy as fuck. Touching on your thighs, kissing your neck while telling you how good you looked, rubbing his thumb against your temple to soothe any relief or keep any chance of a migraine from the music and alcohol coming. Sukuna was obsessed with you.
MASTERLIST / When your daughter wants to be carried, you delegate that task to your husband.
âMama, up!â
You stopped in the middle of your walk to stare at your four-year-old daughter. Crimson eyes blinked up at you with expectations while her outstretched hands open and close into tiny, impatient fists.
You were exhausted. Having spent the entire evening walking around the pier, your feet were sore, and your arms felt like they weighted a ton. All you wanted was to go home.
But your daughter had other plansâasking you to carry her for the rest of the walk back to the car.
Her mouth slanted into a pout, her continuous grappling with her tiny fingers, while she tilted her head to the side.
You turned to your husband. Sukuna watched the interaction with a detached expression on his face, and offering no assistance. Eyes on his daughterâsalmon-colored hair pulled into pigtails, crimson eyes identical to himâwith cool exterior.
âThis is for you,â you said solemnly.
His eyes snapped to your face. âShe called for you.â
âYou were made for this,â you encouraged, ignoring his observation with a pat on his arm. Sukuna rolled his eyes, but responded with nothing as he stepped toward his daughter.
Her outstretched arms pivoted to him. âPapa, up.â She murmured, rosy cheeks from the seaside breeze, her lips pulled into a pout that remarkably looked so much like you.
âYouâre grown enough to walk.â
âPapa,â She pouted again, her bottom lip wobbly as her fingers closed and opened into her small palms. Sukuna sighed in concession, lowering himself to scoop his daughter into his arms.
She went lax under her fatherâs touchâproving your theory that it wasnât just you she wanted, she just wanted to stop walkingâand dug her pudgy cheek onto his shoulder. Crimson eyes fluttered as she fell into the safety spell of her fatherâs embrace.
Warmth spread to your chest as you watched the entire interaction. Contrasting with such a small, fragile thing, Sukuna carried your daughter with such firm gentleness, it made your heart fluttered in many ways, your mind swimming with all the reasons why you got pregnant in the first place.
Sukuna resumed the trek back to the car. You followed closely behind, still observing how your daughter felt so cozy in her fatherâs arms, she even had a little bit of drool from the carry. You made it a few steps until you suddenly lagged behind, and immediately, without fail, Sukuna picked up on it.
Skirting to a stop, with his child tucked under one arm, he turned around with narrowed eyes.
âWhat is it now, wife?â
Heat rose to your cheeks. You shyly stretched your arms out, just like your daughter did, pouting in the same way as her, closing and opening your fists in mirror image.
And that was how Sukuna ended up carrying his wife and child in his arm, each falling asleep on each shoulder, each felt safe enough with the King of Curses.
MASTERLIST / When your daughter wants to be carried, you delegate that task to your husband.
âMama, up!â
You stopped in the middle of your walk to stare at your four-year-old daughter. Crimson eyes blinked up at you with expectations while her outstretched hands open and close into tiny, impatient fists.
You were exhausted. Having spent the entire evening walking around the pier, your feet were sore, and your arms felt like they weighted a ton. All you wanted was to go home.
But your daughter had other plansâasking you to carry her for the rest of the walk back to the car.
Her mouth slanted into a pout, her continuous grappling with her tiny fingers, while she tilted her head to the side.
You turned to your husband. Sukuna watched the interaction with a detached expression on his face, and offering no assistance. Eyes on his daughterâsalmon-colored hair pulled into pigtails, crimson eyes identical to himâwith cool exterior.
âThis is for you,â you said solemnly.
His eyes snapped to your face. âShe called for you.â
âYou were made for this,â you encouraged, ignoring his observation with a pat on his arm. Sukuna rolled his eyes, but responded with nothing as he stepped toward his daughter.
Her outstretched arms pivoted to him. âPapa, up.â She murmured, rosy cheeks from the seaside breeze, her lips pulled into a pout that remarkably looked so much like you.
âYouâre grown enough to walk.â
âPapa,â She pouted again, her bottom lip wobbly as her fingers closed and opened into her small palms. Sukuna sighed in concession, lowering himself to scoop his daughter into his arms.
She went lax under her fatherâs touchâproving your theory that it wasnât just you she wanted, she just wanted to stop walkingâand dug her pudgy cheek onto his shoulder. Crimson eyes fluttered as she fell into the safety spell of her fatherâs embrace.
Warmth spread to your chest as you watched the entire interaction. Contrasting with such a small, fragile thing, Sukuna carried your daughter with such firm gentleness, it made your heart fluttered in many ways, your mind swimming with all the reasons why you got pregnant in the first place.
Sukuna resumed the trek back to the car. You followed closely behind, still observing how your daughter felt so cozy in her fatherâs arms, she even had a little bit of drool from the carry. You made it a few steps until you suddenly lagged behind, and immediately, without fail, Sukuna picked up on it.
Skirting to a stop, with his child tucked under one arm, he turned around with narrowed eyes.
âWhat is it now, wife?â
Heat rose to your cheeks. You shyly stretched your arms out, just like your daughter did, pouting in the same way as her, closing and opening your fists in mirror image.
And that was how Sukuna ended up carrying his wife and child in his arm, each falling asleep on each shoulder, each felt safe enough with the King of Curses.
Almost immediately, he panics. Fear strikes his chest as he sits up, searching for your figure. Sure, you'd had an argument before bed, but you hadn't left, right?
Right?
When he stumbles into the living room, about to run out the door and see if your car still sits in the driveway, the figure on the couch makes him stop dead in his tracks. Were you really so upset that you couldn't even bear to sleep next to him?
He doesn't want to wake you, but he can't allow this, seeing your hunched form on the not-great-for-sleeping couch, tucked under a too thin blanket. Crossing the room quietly, he scoops you into his hold, lifting you from the couch.
You stir, but miracously don't wake, relaxing as he takes small steps up to the bedroom.
He's made it up in his mind to sleep in the guestroom once he lays you down on your side of the shared bed. Zayne wants to respect your wishes after all, even if he knows he won't get a minute of sleep being apart from you.
But when he goes to pull away, your grip on his shirt tightens. Before he can unclench your fingers, you tug, and he finds himself climbing into the bed beside you.
The pinched expression on your face eases, shifting closer to him. He can't bring himself to move away, and instinct has his arms wrapping around you. Something in his chest eases the moment he holds you, the tension leaving his body.
"I don't like going to sleep mad." Your words nearly make him jump. He'd believed you were asleep this whole time, but of course you were awake.
"Me either." He murmurs, holding you a little tighter. You relax into him, melding your body against his in a way that sends butterflies through his stomach.
With your warmth pressed close to him, he can finally sleep.
. ę¤ ď˝Ą Ëâ written for... #TEA99 !! â featuring myu's blend! : a hibiscus flower tea with sugar cubes in a pink cup, and a side order of smoked salmon sandwich and cheesy vegetable garden tart (fluff + childhood friends to lovers + "can't you just stay here and kiss me forever?" + heart-to-heart conversation + alternate universe)
sypnosis. [ 1.6k words ] pilot!phainon x office-worker!reader. modern au. they're adults. living together. established relationship. they kiss a few times but its very cute and sfw so i dont think i have to warn you there.
usagi's note: it was in fact 3:41 AM as i started writing the fic. this isn't the fic i was cooking up for the phaichompers as i posted a few days ago, this was more of a spur of the moment idea i had and u know i get possessed (LOL). enjoy phainon lvrs!
3:41 AM.
The alarm tone began with a soft vibration against the nightstand.
You ignored it, snuggling into the warmth of your sheets, burying your face deeper into the pillow.
It buzzed again.
You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that maybe, if you tried hard enough, the alarm would shut itself up and you'd have a few more minutes to enjoy lounging in bedâand maybe even a few more minutes of sleepâŚ
Then a third time.
You sighed and reached out an arm to click a button, not even sure if it's been snoozed or dismissed.
"...It's still dark," you mumbled into the pillow, eyes refusing to open.
"It isn't."
A smile tugged at your lips before you even looked at him.
Phainon had already been awake.
Of course he had.
He always woke before you did, though he rarely moved. Instead, he simply laid there, watching the sleepy little expressions you made before consciousness finally caught up with you.
His arms remained wound snugly around your waist, his chest warm against your back. One of his hands rested lazily over yours, thumb tracing absent circles across your skin.
You yawned, "The sun isn't even up yet."
"It is."
"You're such a liar," you huff.
"I've seen it."
"You probably just dreamed the idea of it."
A quiet laugh rumbled through his chest, then after a while, "We both have work, sweetheart,â he murmured.
And still, neither of you made the slightest effort to move.
Silence settled over the apartment again.
You sighed dramatically.
"If we just lay here all morning, maybe our bosses will think something bad happened."
"They'll probably just call us."
"Then we'll pretend we're not home."
"How will we pay rent then?"
"...You're ruining my fantasy,â you huffed.
He chuckled again, lowering his forehead between your shoulder blades.
His embrace somehow tightened without becoming restrictive, arms snaking higher on your body.
Just a few more minutes, he seemed to say.
You didn't mind.
You never did.
The years had changed almost everything about the two of you.
You'd grown taller, he'd become broader.
Your schedules had become cluttered with meetings, his with flight details.
Your calendars marked with deadlines, bills, grocery lists, chores, and laundry waiting to be folded.
The simplicity of childhood had disappeared somewhere between graduation and your first apartment together.
Yet somehow, this remained.
His warmth.
His heartbeat.
The familiar comfort of someone who had always been home.
"You know," you murmured, "when we were kids, I thought adults had everything figured out."
His breath seeped through your shirt, humming as he agreed sleepily.
"I thought they'd wake up excited every morning, like, hey, I'm going to work and make money, yaaaaay," you rasped.
"They lied to us."
A sigh, "They really did."
"All these big thoughts so early and yet you still have bedhead."
"...That wasn't very boyfriend of you."
"I think it's very boyfriend of me, actually."
You laughed quietly as you fully turned to face him, hands coming up to cradle his face and squish his cheeks for the teasing.
"So rude, and this early in the morning."
He huffed out a laugh as his face was being stretched out, "I like it."
Your eyebrows knitted, "My bedhead?"
"You,â he admitted without a beat.
Heat rose to your cheeks.
It still happened.
After all these years, Phainon still had that effect on you.
You leaned your head back a little to get a better view of him.
He looked unfairly beautiful while being half-awake.
Soft hair tousled from sleep, eyes softer than the dim light filtering through the curtains.
He smiled.
Not the dazzling smile everyone else knew.
Just the small one reserved for you.
"Here's a big thought for you. I used to wonder if we'd always stay friends," he admitted.
The confession surprised you.
"You did?â
"I did."
He looked thoughtful as his next words spilled out.
"We spent every day together. Walking to school, sharing lunches, studying, sleepovers, watching terrible movies."
A smile grew on your face, "And you stealing my fries even though you said you wouldn't eat any,â you quipped.
"I was trying to prevent food waste, you don't even finish your food all the time."
"You were committing theft!"
"It was for my poor, hungry stomach. A noble cause, don't you think so?"
You rolled your eyes.
He continued anyway, "There were times I almost told you how I really felt."
Your heart skipped.
"...Back then?"
"I think the first time was when we were sixteen."
You blinked.
"Sixteen?"
"You fell asleep during the movie."
"...Which one?â
"The one where you woke up and you apologized for drooling on my shoulder."
Your eyes shut in embarrassment, "Oh my god, why would you remember that of all things."
"I remember thinking that..."
He paused, his voice straying lower, as if he were afraid to even consider the possibility, "...if I said something and ruined this..."
His fingers intertwined with yours, fingers tightening.
"...I'd lose my favorite person."
The room fell quiet, the hum of the air conditioning filling the silence.
You stared at your joined hands in the dim lighting.
"I almost confessed too."
His eyebrows lifted.
"When?"
"The festival."
"The summer one?"
You nod, "You won me that giant samoyed stuff toy."
"You practically begged me for it,â his chest rumbled as he laughed softly at the memory.
"You're lying again! I was just admiring it."
"You threatened to cry."
A shrug, "You told me I was persuasive."
"You weaponized your puppy eyes."
Your eyes flitted back to his, "What can I say? I learned from the best."
You laughed again before your voice softened.
"I remember thinking..." you looked down, "... that if you didn't like me back..."
A breath.
"I'd be content to just be your friend for as long as you'd have me."
Neither of you spoke.
Years of almosts.
Almost saying something.
Almost reaching across that invisible line.
Almost changing everything.
Until one ordinary day, he decided to take matters into his own hands and tell you the words you've both been pining to hear and say to one another.
And suddenly every almost became finally.
Phainon's thumb brushed over your knuckles.
"We wasted a lot of time."
"We were just scared."
"Were you?"
"I was terrified."
"Really? I couldn't tell."
You looked to the side in embarrassment, p"I practiced confessing to my mirror."
His eyes widened.
"No way."
You nodded lazily, "For two weeks."
"You rehearsed?"
"I had cue cards and everything."
He laughed so hard the bed shook beneath both of you, "You had cue cards?"
"They were color-coded, too."
"I wish I'd seen them."
"Dream on, then. I burned them.â
"You burned the evidence?â his voice cracked slightly from giggling.
"I panicked, okay?"
"You panicked."
You sigh and close your eyes, resigning to defeat, "I absolutely panicked."
His laughter slowly faded into another smile.
A quieter one.
"I'm glad."
Your head tilted, "About...?"
"That we were idiots."
You frowned, "That's such a strange thing to be glad about, Phai."
"If we'd confessed sooner..."
He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, "...maybe we'd have been different people."
You thought about it.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
The teenagers who'd been afraid of losing each other couldn't have imagined this.
Sharing rent and decorating the apartment.
Fighting over blankets and ending up on the floor laughing because it had turned into a tickle fight.
Arguing over whose turn it was to pay for groceries because Phainon wouldn't let you pay for anything.
Making coffee together every morning just the way he likes it because no other coffee shop gets it quite as good as you do.
Knowing every scar.
Every bad habit.
Every sleepy mumble.
Loving each other wasn't fireworks anymore.
It was this⌠soft, steady, and certain thing you've come to know.
This familiarityâthis always, you come home to.
Your alarm buzzed again.
You groaned dramatically.
"No."
"You should just turn it off."
"No."
"You'll be late, then."
"I've decided employment isn't for me."
"Oh?"
"I'll become a house cat instead."
He smiled, "Mmm, I think you'd be very good at it."
"I already nap as much as I can throughout the day."
"Closer to ten hours, sweetheart."
You squinted at him, "Why are you already sabotaging my newfound career."
He laughed quietly, âWhat about my flights today, then, hm?
You snuck closer, fully in his arms this time, wrapping your own around his neck.
He instinctively pulled you closer until there wasn't even a breath of space between you.
You rested your forehead against his.
"...Can't you just stay here and kiss me forever?"
He didn't answer immediately.
He kissed you, instead.
Slowly and reverently.
The kind of kiss that still felt new despite all the mornings you'd shared.
When he finally pulled away, your noses were still touching.
"I can."
The corner of your eyes crinkled, amused.
"Really?"
"Mhm."
He kissed the corner of your mouth.
Then the other.
And finally a kiss on the tip of your nose.
"Until we're both fired."
You gasped.
"I knew you were secretly irresponsible."
"No, I'm not."
"No?"
A kiss.
"I'm choosing you before my plane, priorities, you understand, right?"
You gasp and roll your eyes playfully, "You're such a flirt."
"So I've been told."
"You've gotten better."
"I've had years of practice."
Then another.
This one made you smile against his lips.
And another.
And again.
Until, eventually, you sighed.
"...We really do have to go get ready."
"We do."
And still, neither of you moved.
Not for another minute.
Not even for ten.
After all, it was barely five and the world would still be waiting outside your apartment.
But mornings like theseâthe ones filled with sleepy laughter, old memories, and kisses stolen from the clockâwere the kind of ordinary moments you'd once been too afraid to dream about.
You press your face into Phainon's neck and breathe him in.
You live them now.
usagi's note: now i have to go get a batch of cookies ready lol, this took 1 hour and 10 mins i guess omg, hope you enjoyed!
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phainonâs pressing kisses against the curve of your shoulder when you snicker; it pulls him out of his daze, makes him peer at your side profile. you flick your eyes his way and read the question in his gaze.
âyou werenât listening?â you arched a brow and he shook his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck, thumb doodling circles against your hip. you regale him with the video you had been watchingâsome story about an influencer discovering her partner had been cheating on her for months, making her out to be the fool.
âthat heâs still pretending itâs her fault makes him scum.â phainon scoffed, his whole body laying on top of you easily; dwarfing you completely in size and shape.
âitâs insane that the other girl is so pathetic about it too.â you roll your eyes before you turn to him with a thoughtful look on your face. he blinks down at you.
âwhat?â
âif you ever even think about cheating on me, i might just have to kill you.â you say it lightly, dismissively. there was no heat in the sentence; just calm, straight to the point. honest.
baâbump.
but his face flushes deeply, his inhale is shaky and his heart skips a beat.
in-between his legs, he throbs and aches.
âa.. anh..â
your brows shoot up in surprise, âphainon did you justâ?â
he buries his face in your skin again, humiliating noises escaping his lips.
â
afterword:
â i had a thought and it was too funny not to write it
Phainon would be the type of husband to embrace you before sleep, his body emits warmth yet he only tightens his hold once he feels you moving ever so slightly away.
Phainon would be the type of husband to empress you the best he could, like how a bird finds a partner, he too would try to bring you the prettiest thing he could find. To give to you, pretty necklaces, rings or even pretty gems he found during his time fighting.
Phainon would be the type of husband to keep a photo of you in his pocket to bring out and admire each time he feels lost or in a dangerous mission, he has to remind himself to stay strong not only for amphorious, but for you as well. To bring you the tomorrow he knows you wish for.
Phainon would be the type of husband to try and never show you his faults, either from a small thing like him burning the food to him sacrificing himself for the greater good that he knows that you won't accept him to do. He just wants to be the person you rely on, now and forever.
(Huge emphasis on rely on, he loves it when you do, even the smallest acts like him opening a jar for you.)
Phainon Is not the easily jealous type but he will be if snowy keeps your attention all to himself.
Phainon is the type of husband to call you all sorts of endearment, like beloved or honey or even ÎÎąĎδΚΏ ÎźÎżĎ , or Î¨Ď ĎÎŽ ÎźÎżĎ , the latter just slips out naturally out more often.
At the end of the day, Phainon is the type of husband who likes to look up at the moon, it reminds him of you shining all over his world even the dark bits in him.
The ocean reflects the moon gentle light, he hopes to be your ocean and reflect your light the same one you guide him with. But alas he could only be the sun.
He never realizes that the reason you have your light in the first place was because of the one he emits.
(He's just too busy pouring all his love on you to notice)
there was something different about you today, you realised. your fingers trembled as it scratched across the width of phainonâs shoulders, something a little bit more breathy in the way he finessed moans out of you.
somehow you feel a little bit more sensitive and thereâs an unfamiliar feelingâweightâtightnessâin your stomach, a tingling inside you.
your eyes snapped open in realisation and your fingers raked through phainonâs mussed hairâtrying to tug him off from where he was lasciviously mouthing against your breasts (he only moaned into your skin at the pain, when itâs you it will always feel goodâ) as his cock rhythmically stroked a part of you that was pushingâpressuringâ
âphainon..!â your voice was a little bit more shrill, your face hot. âoff meâiâm, iâm going toââ
phainonâs cockâwith itâs curved angle, and warm tip pressed against a spot inside you that you hadnât realised was there and youâ
you cum squirt.
your head is thrown back, your eyes rolledâthe fingers tangled in his hair pulled hard; phainon froze, eyes torn between staring at your pleasured face (one he hadnât seen before) or at the way your pussy gushed with hot, clear liquid that splattered all over his stomach and cock.
âfuckâŚâ he groaned as you pulled on his hair again while your warmth convulsed around him, his own orgasm washed over him as his cock throbbed with every spurt of cum he releases into you.
thereâs a moment where you gaze at each other, dazed beyond belief beforeâ
phainon scrambles to rise from his position (cock slipped out of you with a wet squelch) only for him to dive back into the apex of your thighs, tongue lapping, stroking eagerly at your clit, in your hole.
âphainonâ!â you yelped, fingers fisted into his hair but he only moaned harder with every harsh tug you makes. when you make eye contact with himâhis eyes luminous and hazy at the same timeâyou gulped.
âagain.â he rasped against your twitching heat. âcome like that again.â
Experiment FailedâŚSuccessfully? (Chimera Caretaker! Reader x Phainon)
Word count: 588
Taglist: @milkhalo
Notes: gn! Reader, Phainon drinking weird shit (normal activities), mentions of Anaxagoras and Aglaea, fluff, trynna get out of writers block, swearing i think I forgot
Dividers: @melodiesirae
âFig Stew, come and eat!â
The garden couldnât have been any more peaceful. The sun device blanketed Okhema in golden light, a perfect day to take the chimeraâs out to play in the city. You placed down the bowl as Fig Stew ran towards you, excited to finally eat after playing for so long. The content silence however, was broken as Professor Anaxagoras burst into the garden, holding a white chimera by the tail.
âTake it, and donât return it.â Was the only thing he said as he tossed the poor creature to you, leaving in a rush.
You set down the chimera, taking a good look at the new guest. The chimera stared at you like it knew you, circling around your leg.
âI wonder what you did to annoy the professor..â you picked him up, making your way over to the other chimeras, âEveryone, you have a new friend!â
The chimeras chirped up at the sound of a new friend, and they made their way over to you as you set him down. They seemed to get along quite well, already jumping around and chasing each other.
You let them play for a few hours, and before you knew it, it was already sunset. The chimeraâs slowly began to tire, the chaos finally coming to an end. One by one, they all made their way back to their nests and let sleep overcome them.
All but one.
The new chimera, who youâve decided to call Blueberry because of its bright blue eyes, was still wide awake.
âCâmon buddy, time to sleep.â
It whined at you, like it knew you were going to leave him. He sat by your leg, making the cutest eyes known to man.
âHey, that's cheating!â
You were contemplating on taking it home, like, who could resist such eyes!
âFine, you can come with me, but only this time.â
Blueberry jumped up in joy, already trotting over to the gate. You definitely had to ask Anaxagoras where he found this fella. As you walked, you realized Phainon never showed up today, despite his streak of always annoying the heck out of you.
âSeems like Lady Aglaea finally put a leash on him..â
Throughout the walk home, Blueberry walked in front of you, like he was trying to defend you from anything that dared cross paths with you guys. If he was trying to give you cuteness aggression, you feared it may be working.
When you arrived at your apartment, he instantly ran inside, jumping onto the couch in joy. How could something so small have so much energy..
âListen, if you're gonna sleep here, youâll sleep on the couch. And do not touch anything.â
Clearly, he didn't hear it, and made a beeline for your bedroom. This was gonna be a long night.
Surprisingly, he fell asleep the second he made himself comfortable on your bed.
âSeems like that infinite energy wasnât so infinite after all..â
You joined him on the bed, falling asleep without much trouble.
Later into the night, Blueberry had woken up, but it was Blueberry anymore. Phainon sat up, realizing the potions effects were finally over. He looked around and saw you asleep next on the other side, finally remembering what happened. He didnât need to think about it, instantly lying down and cuddling beside you. If this is what drinking weird, shitty tasting potions did, heâd gladly do it again.
And once you woke up, you were never gonna accept anything from Anaxagoras without checking it for signs of Phainon.
sae knew this was a bad idea. teaching three toddlers with one combined brain cell to try play a sport
he held your daughter maiâs hand while they both shared an irritated expression staring at the two twin boys who were wrestling over a green soccer ball. âboys, there are two soccer balls. whatâs so special about the green one?â sae sighed, walking over to the two tousling and getting their clothes green with grass
âdaddy! ryu knows my favourite colourâs green, he just took it to- to make me angry!â your youngest, shoyo cried as he ran to hug saeâs legs. ryu the culprit was still giggling on the ground, his white soccer jersey with his fatherâs name and number on the back now dirty with grass and dirt stains
âso this is all over a coloured ball? do you two want me to call your mother? iâm sure she wonât be very pleased with how youâre both acting like animalsâ sae scolded the two, picking shoyo up to stop him from bursting into tears âyay, mommy!â mai cheered, letting go of her fathers hand to run around in circles at the mention of you. she was so attached and stuck to you that just hearing your name made her excited
âdaddy, iâm tired. can we go home? but can we also get ice cream?â ryu asked innocently as if he wasnât just picking fights with his little brother earlier. sae stared down at him in shock. there was no way a four year old could be this manipulative âyou? ice cream? after you just made the baby cry?â he scoffed, glancing down at shoyo as he pouted at being called the baby
ryu frowned and walked back to the bench like a kicked puppy. he already knew to put himself in time out when sae gave him that special look, the look that meant he wasnât allowed dessert tonight âdaddy, can we call mommy on the pocket screen?â mai asked, sitting down and picking at the grass âi miss mama. where is she? why didnât she come to the park with us?â she questioned further. you were supposed to be at home resting, but knowing you youâd either be out shopping or working from home
âmamaâs busy. she didnât want to deal with thing one and thing two over hereâ sae referenced the two boys who were death staring each other with a huff âyou know, me and your uncle rin didnât fight like you guys did when we were little. i was nice big brotherâ
ryu perked up at the mention of his uncle âreally? then why donât you and uncle rin talk anymore?â
that was all it took for saeâs mood to flatten
âbecause uncle rinâs stuck in the past. lets go home now, weâll come here again tomorrowâ he scowled, holding both boys by the arms and walking to the car while mai followed beside them
a / n: beuhhhh iâm so tired but i rlly like this fic i wrote it in class heh
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Valko approaches Sylus, his hair and tail dripping with salt water.
"Valko, do not step any closer," Sylus commands from his beach chair, angling his book to hide the pages against his chest. Valko doesn't stop until he's right in front of him.
With a small, innocent smile, he shakes. Water splashes everywhere, dotting the sand, the chairs, and the towels, but mainly Sylus.
Despite his physique, you always forget how fit Sylus is until you're giggling at him chasing down Valko, both of them sprinting at full speed, until Sylus tackles him into the ocean. They narrowly miss Rafayel gliding through the water, their private section of the beach allowing him to show off his brilliant tail.
Beside you, Xavier stirs, peeking one eye open and squinting against the sun. You smile down at him. He's adorable like this, all groggy and disheveled, his cheeks tinged pink from the heat and the sun.
"Hey, Xavie. Good nap?"
He just hums, rolling over to rest his head in your lap, eye closing again. With a small laugh, you card your hand through his soft hair, allowing him to make himself comfortable again, his arm flopping over your ankles.
"I'm never doing this again!" Caleb's voice travels across the beach. "It's impossible!"
"You can fly a fighter jet, my love. I'm confident that you can surf," Zayne replies, a bit of amusement in his tone underneath the encouragement.
"The sky likes me way better than the sea does. I swear, I think that kelp was tryin' to drown me."
Zayne hums. "I think a certain fish would come to your rescue, should you need it. Now let's put some more sunscreen on and try again." Caleb just stares, and Zayne raises an eyebrow. "Don't give me that look. I know you won't give up that easily. You're too stubborn for your own good."
You could stay here forever, you decide, with zero responsibilities besides keeping your favorite men company.
perhaps itâs not a good thing to be with your boyfriend all the time, when youâve picked up his habits.
you donât know if it started with the insults, or maybe his tendency to joke a lot, but one thing for sure, is that youâve picked up on way too many habits of his. bunny knows youâve changed, and he takes so much pride on it.
itâs in the small things. the way your voice gets a little sharper when you tease someone, the way your jokes land just a bit too close to insults, the way you start laughing before the other person even reacts, like you already know itâs funny because he would think it is.
you didnât notice it at first, not until someone had pointed it out.
âyou sound like himâ
they said it casually, like it wasnât something that would sit in your head for the rest of the day.
âyou two are literally the same person wowâ
âno wonder you and bunny are togetherâ
âitâs like dating yourself!â
you were quick to deny it, brushing it off like it was ridiculous. but then bunny just grinned beside you, not even trying to argue.
you started noticing it more after that. the way your humor lined up perfectly with his, how youâd say something and heâd immediately laugh like he knew exactly where you were going. sometimes youâd even say the same thing at the same time, then just stare at each other before laughing.
you used to be different, you overthink every word before saying the joke out loud, you always triple thought your words in general, hoping nothing would come off the wrong way. but now itâs just easy, too easy. and it was kind of nice.
you didnât have to explain yourself as much. he just got it, in a way that made everything feel lighter.
âbaby, you think youâve been around me too much?â heâd tease, grinning slightly while he poked your cheek.
you move his finger away, looking at his smile. âno, i think youâre copying me though.â
âyeah right,â he scoffed, but he was smiling, eyes soft in that way he only got around you, âthe original canât copy the fake you know.â
it was just playful with bunny, like you were both in on the same joke all the time.
âyouâre funnier now,â he said once, completely serious.
you blinked at him. âoh? so i wasnât funny before?â
ânah,â he shrugged, clearly messing with you. âyou were, just not as funny as me.â
you shoved him lightly, laughing, and he laughed with you, the sound easy and warm.
âbut amor, seriously,â he added after a second, quieter this time, âi like this you.â
that stuck with you. because it didnât feel like you were changing into someone else, it felt like you were just opening up more. the confident side of you that was once hidden, opened because of your boyfriend.
you still knew who you were, still had your own thoughts, your own reactions, your own little habits that were completely yours. itâs just that now, they mixed with his sometimes, and it didnât feel wrong, not at all.
one time, you said something under your breath, a quick comment you didnât even think about, and bunny immediately turned to you with the biggest grin.
âsee? thatâs what i mean,â he said, pointing at you like you just proved something
you rolled your eyes, but you were smiling too. âwhat?â
âwe think the same cariĂąo,â he said.
and maybe heâs right did, maybe you just spent so much time together that your thoughts naturally started to line up.
either way, it wasnât something that scared you. it only made things feel closer. because at the end of the day, you were still you. and bunny looked at you like that was his favorite version, not because you were like him, but because you were you. and he got to be close enough to see all of it.
