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He clears his throat. “Mydeimos, I realize we've gotten off on the wrong foot. That is, you think I'm a perverted stalker who followed you home, stole your pan-laundry, and also somehow accused you of stealing said pan-laundry. So what do you say we start over?” He rustles the bouquet in his hand, dried leaves falling onto the floor. Great.
Mydei’s eyes trail downwards. “You're cleaning that up.”
“Right. No problem…” Phainon says dejectedly.
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Phainon steals his neighbor's panties. Somehow that isn't the most embarrassing thing he's done all week.
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30 Jun 2026
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When Mydei's kitchen sink clogs, he calls a plumber. Phainon arrives to fix the pipes, but Mydei, in nothing but a short pink robe and no underwear, has a very different kind of repair in mind.
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29 Jun 2026
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Phainon really needs to go to relieve himself because he was in a rush and didn't have times to go peeing! So now he have to hold it in until there are no more Titankin on sight!...or is it?
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Basically just Phainon made a new discovery he's into piss kink (with the help of Mydei)
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29 Jun 2026
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"How long?" Mydei asks. "Deliverer. How long?"
Now, Phainon's head snaps up. His lip curls, baring his teeth. "How long what?" he snarls. "How long since my rut started? How long will it last? Just what are you trying to ask, Mydeimos? How long since I've imprinted on you like some kind of—"
"Are you ashamed of it, then?" Mydei cuts him off, struggling to keep his scent from swelling. "Do you find your affections unnatural or repulsive? Or have I not done enough to prove myself to you as a worthy mate?"
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Phainon goes into an early rut on a mission. Some things come to light. Mydei takes care of him.Bookmarked by 123123fly
29 Jun 2026
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Kaveh jolted awake with an immediate, jarring sense that the world was somehow incorrect - the way a loud alarm jerks someone into consciousness before they’re ready to rejoin the waking world. As his eyes flew open, he took in the familiar ceiling of his and Alhaitham’s home... but that only made his unease worsen.
Blinking rapidly, he pushed himself upright with a clumsy lurch, oddly disconnected from his own body - as though his limbs had forgotten their obedience to the structure of his mind. But as he rolled his shoulders, expecting the familiar discomfort and stiff cracks he’d long since accepted as an inevitable consequence of waking up every morning, all he felt was warm, smooth muscle moving fluidly beneath his skin.
A lot of muscle.
... Too much muscle.
Why was there so much muscle?!
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27 Jun 2026