all of my anonymous PhaiDei fics
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“Felt like it,” he responds with a lilt that makes her frown deeply, and then he shuts the fridge with a little grin. “Either way, going to the gym is finally paying off. I ate Mydei out while carrying him on my shoulders.”
Cipher’s face immediately drops into a scowl. She stares at his back silently while he pours his own cup—she’s already appalled by the fact he drinks it black—and waits carefully to respond until he’s turned around. “Oh, right, because I was totally wondering,” she grumbles, and he only laughs softly at her, “So disgusting… I didn’t need to know that—Titans, ew!”
OR: Phainon eats Mydei out while he's on Phainon's shoulders for basically the entire fic
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- Part 1 of all of my anonymous PhaiDei fics
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Mydei stares at him quietly for a moment, letting them both steep in Phainon’s faulty claims about something that’s so clearly a pseudoscience, it’s a miracle he can’t figure that out for himself. Although… If Phainon wants to bulk, this means he has to gain weight. Get fatter. Mydei likes when Phainon bulks, because he lets Mydei feed him more and his abs get softer, and now he’s standing in front of Mydei proposing that he does just that.
Mydei clears his throat, “So you’re… bulking?”
Phainon pouts a bit deeper, “I don’t have to use—“
“No, no,” Mydei cuts him off quickly, dropping his hands and shaking his head. “No, you can keep using it. Please keep drinking it, it’s very complimentary that you think my milk tastes good and that you want to use it like this. I’m pleased.”
OR: Mydei is pregnant, and has recently started lactating. It hurts, and all of his attempts to express milk have failed. Of course, his willing husband, Phainon, is more than excited to help with that and more.
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- Part 2 of all of my anonymous PhaiDei fics
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Before anyone can speak, Cipher eagerly chirps, “Mydei fucked your new assistant.”
“When?” Hyacine raises her eyebrows, whipping her head to look at Mydei.
He opens his mouth, rubbing his forehead, “In the chair.”
“The chair that… the chair,” she ominously trails off, “He’s never done that before…” Her voice is almost ghoulish with how audibly horrified she seems at the mere concept, and Mydei cringes.
“And he won’t ever again, considering he’s texting Mydei right now,” Cipher doesn’t miss a beat as Mydei’s phone buzzes again, “Hyacine, you might as well change your career path to become a matchmaker.”
OR: Phainon is the new hire at Mydei's dentistry and they fuck in the chair (an excessive amount).
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- Part 3 of all of my anonymous PhaiDei fics
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Phainon’s hand has now reached the junction between Mydei’s thighs. Palm flat over where he’s hottest, and Mydei grips him with two hands to keep him there, knowing damn well a man who can throw three grown men off of him wouldn’t struggle to get out of Mydei’s clutches. He moves his free hand to tuck Mydei’s hair behind his ear after it fell back out of place sometime during his spiel, and he wets his lips. “Twenty years is a lot, sweet pea,” he murmurs against his ear, earning a shudder, “How old is your father?”
“Sixty-one.” Mydei whimpers, now white-knuckling the man’s wrist, itching to keep his big hand pressed onto his groin.
“Exactly my point. I’m closer in age to your own father than I am to you,” Phainon moves away, allowing Mydei to keep desperately clutching his thick wrist. “There are tons of guys out there who’re young, spry and have enough energy to keep up with you—I don’t, peach, I’m old.”
OR: Phainon is Mydei's favourite (now retired) rugby player, and Mydei learns the valuable lesson of why you should meet your heroes. (They fuck)
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- Part 4 of all of my anonymous PhaiDei fics