#spiderman phainon au

[devdozes]

SO HAPPY TO HEAR ABT SPIDERMAN PHAINON, like can you write how exhausted he must be after being busy all night? Dozing of in the middle of class and having to cover for him and If you have more shenanigans for them please add them!!

♥ Spiderman Phainon !!

OH MY GOD THIS MAN HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD !! AND HELL YEAH ALSO SPIDERMAN PHAINON DRAWING AT THE END OF THE POST!!

This man treats you as his personal pillow istg. And, he will be passed out within SECONDS. You’ll be talking to him, and next thing you know? He’s OUT. If you try to get up, he tightens his grip around you. -"Babe, I need to get up—" "No." "Phainon." "You’re my pillow now. ;3"

He is absolutely DOWN BAD, he will definitely do those silly couple trends with you, and sometimes you wonder whether hes the man in the relation or you. -"BABYY WANT TO DO THE RIBBON TREND WITH ME??" -"BABY WANT TO DO THE LIPSTICK TREND WIRTH ME PLEAJ :(" - "Of course phai :), NOW CMERE"

He falls asleep in the most RANDOM places, and when he falls asleep, he is a HUNDRED times more clingy, You have caught him dozing off in class more times than you can count. Sometimes, his head just drops onto his desk with a loud thud. Other times? He’s literally asleep with his eyes open. "Babe, wake up." pinches cheek Mumbling. "Mmf… five more minutes…" clings onto your arm like a koala. "Phainon, we are in a LECTURE, wake up—" Grabs your hand and dramatically puts it over his heart. "Let me just… rest in your warmth for a moment…" "Oh my god."

Calls you his savior since you have to write his notes for him, of course you do hes literally spiderman and your boyfriend, you have to help him since you love his idiotic ass. If you don’t remind him about deadlines, he will forget. "Phai, did you finish the essay?" "… What essay." "THE ONE DUE IN AN HOUR???" "WHAT THE FUCK??" -You once caught him doing an entire paper five minutes before submission. The man wrote 1,000 words in 4 minutes. It somehow got an A.

Doesn’t want to admit when he’s too tired. "Phai, baby, go sleep for gods sake. "Nah baby im alright" immediately trips on air and faceplants

You once tried to see how long phainon would last without touching you and clinging on to you, he lasted 46 seconds. - baby come back i hate this, this is TORTURE—"

He texts you randomly during patrol and tells you EVERYTHING "Just stopped a robbery. Miss u. What r u doing?" "Babe I just saw a guy try to fight a raccoon behind a gas station. This city is insane." "I’m on top of a skyscraper right now thinking about u." "Send me a selfie. I need motivation."

HE LOVES WHEN YOU PATCH HIS INJURIESS !! and when you kiss them "Baby im alright no need to worry" "YOU HAVE A HUGE GASH ON YOUR ARM. SIT DOWN." "Im alright ill heal-" "Ill kiss your injuries" "Yes maam, please do that 500 times"

Bites you everywhere, fucking whimpers if you bite him back "Bites you "here is your daily serving""bites back""Lets out a whimper and asks you to do it again" "PHAI WHAT THE FUCK"

He always calls you "his" like 24/7, And gets SHAMELESS whenever he wants your attention and if someone approaches you "My love" "My baby" "Mine" "My girl" "Phai thats a cat you dont need to be all.. clingy" "Felines are cute yet dangerous"

His love language? Spoiling you. SPOILING THE LIVING SHIT OUTTA YOU. If you casually mention you like something? BOOM its in your room the next day "Babyyy you like cats dont you?" "Yes i do- oh my god." "Meet our new kid :D" "PHAINON WHY IS THERE A BRAND NEW GAMING SETUP" "But you complained on how your old gaming setup lagged :(" "Phainon i love you but you can NOT keep wasting your money"

Eats alot, and will force you to eat with him, He practically lives in your house so your fridge is ALWAYS full "Baby i got you your snacks and groceries!!" "That is enough food to last me an entire month." "You just eat less" "I am not a bigback like you Phainon" "THE AUDACITY??"

ALWAYS uses his webs cuz hes too lazy to do anything. One time, you were "too far" from him (you were 7 steps away from him" and then used his webs to pull you to him "PHAINON I WAS NEAR YOU! YOU COULDVE JUST WALKED" "Nuh uh" "Fuck you mean nuh uh"

If you compliment him once he will malfunction and BOMBARD you with compliments, kisses whatever. "C'mere pretty boy" "..." "OH MY GOD YOU LOVE ME" "We are literally dating" "MY AMAZING SWEET BEAUTIFUL PARTNER I LVOE YOU SO MUCHH"

He carries you randomly just to see your expressions, he is a down bad mf. And does those random ass stunts. "Baby look!" does a backflip "You're so dumb" It is dumb but you laugh and smile widely "YOUR SMILE IS SO PRETTYY"

If you ever feel bad, or want comfort, he will do ANYTHING FOR YOU. ANYTHING. Want fresh air? He's swinging you through the city with you in his hand the next second. Want to rant? He's listening and comforting you the next second

He may be a hero, but he would do anythin for you, even if that means betraying his city's trust or becoming evil or just quitting.

ARCADE DATES AND CHAOTIC ASS DATES. Phainon took you to an abandoned place and explored it around as a date. He is afraid of normalcy and loves being unique im not like other boys ahh 😒 -He insisted on dancing in the rain with you. "Baby can we please" "Sure :) but your clumsy ass is gonna get hurt" "No i wont!!" He falls on his ass the next moment he tries to do a fancy step in the rain with you, but you just laugh your asses off - He one time stole a shopping cart, seated you inside the shopping cart and pushed it full speed while controlling it. You both almost crashed against a light pole at like 100 km/h but his strong ass dodges it with ease luckily "PHAINON OH MY GOD LOOK IN FRONT!!" "FUCK OH MY GOD" - If you go on a beach date? hes beefing with kids and everyone. He is competitive. LIKE ALOT. He built a sandcastle and webbed it up so its technically indestructible. "BABYY LOOK :D" "Phai thats a goddamn kingdom" And whenever you all play beach volleyball, he does EVERYTHING to impress you or beat you. (he just wants to win) "HEY BABY THATS CHEATING YOUR USING YOUR SPIDEY SENSES :(" "I TAKE NO LOSSES." - Even when yall do an arcade date he does that. He always secretly uses his webs to pull out plushies without the sensors and you noticing "Aww baby you wanted that plushie" Pulls it out using his webs "PHAINON THATS STEALING!" "UH ITS JUST EXTENDED CLAW FUNCTIONALITY" Please kiss him after that - And in mall dates? he somehow manages to sneak in an entire course meal inside the movie theatre. He refuses to sit still. His leg bounces. He fidgets. He’s either whispering dumb commentary in your ear or dramatically reacting to the screen. "Baby the popcorn is so dry ugh" casually pulls out an entire full course meal from his jacket "Phainon what the fuck" "Shh Shh baby just relax and enjoy the illegally smuggled pizza" -Go karting dates? Hes gonna web the other players to win. And bowling? he accidentally breaks the bowling ball and the pins

HE ALWAYS RANDOMLY PICKS YOU UP, JUST TO FLEX HIS STRENGTH AND MUSCLES, AND EASILY DOES THINGS FOR YOU "Phai.. you dont have to hold my shopping bags" "Its okay there are only 21 bags" "Phai-" "Ill carry you too." AND HE ACTUALLY DOES. -His BACK MUSCLES OH MY GODD HE IS SO FINE, One time you walked in on him shirtless and his back was facing towards you, his shoulder blades and back msucles were so fucking fine. And the way his arms are so fuckign firm. You can NEVER get out of his grip

some texts with this menace

giggles, i am down bad AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST WHOEVER DID THIS OH MY GOD ILY

[devdozes]

♥ COLOGNE

SPIDERMAN PHAINON OH MY GORR

A soft hum of a show’s theme song filled your dimly lit room, accompanied by the glow of your laptop screen. You were bundled up like a burrito under a heavy blanket, comfortably settled into your bed, and very much unwilling to leave. It was one of those nights—you had zero interest in going out, zero interest in moving, and definitely zero interest in whatever plan Phainon had cooked up this time.

Unfortunately, you had a certain overly enthusiastic Spider-Man who didn’t believe in personal space.

A familiar knock on your window made your eye twitch.

“[NAMEEE]!!! Open up!”

You buried yourself deeper under the blanket. “Go away.”

“But I just got here! And you didn’t even look at me yet!” Phainon whined from the other side, knocking dramatically. “C’mon, you love looking at me.”

“No, I don’t.”

A beat of silence. Then, the click of your window unlocking.

Your heart sank.

“Did you— Phainon!”

With a triumphant ha-ha! Phainon pushed your window open and gracefully slipped into your room. His Spider-Man suit—black, white, and blue with elegant gold accents—hugged his form perfectly, and his mask was pulled halfway up, revealing his ever-so-cheerful face with that boyish grin. His cerulean blue eyes sparkled mischievously as he waltzed right over to your bed.

“I knew you’d leave it unlocked for me,” he chirped.

“That was an accident.”

He dramatically gasped. “Oh, so you don’t want me here? How cruel!”

You rolled your eyes. “Phainon, it’s my night off. I just wanna watch my show in peace.”

Phainon, naturally, ignored your plea for solitude and flopped onto your bed, making himself right at home. He rested his chin on his palm, tilting his head at your laptop. “Whatcha watchin’?”

“Something you don’t care about.”

“Orrrrr,” he drawled, poking your blanketed form, “I do care, because I care about you. Which means your interests are my interests.”

“Lies.”

“Betrayal!” He gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest like you’d just stabbed him. “Here I am, your bestest friend—”

“Self-proclaimed.”

“—who just wants to share quality time with you,” he continued, completely ignoring your interruption, “and you reject me? After all the cool crime-fighting I did today?”

You turned to him with an unimpressed look. “Phainon, if you don’t let me enjoy my show, I will literally punch you.”

“Joke’s on you, I’m into that,” he quipped.

“OH MY GOD—”

Before you could retaliate, Phainon swiftly yanked the blanket off you in one motion. You yelped as cold air hit your skin.

“PHAINON, I SWEAR—”

But the menace wasn’t done yet. Before you could crawl back under the covers, he scooped you up in his arms, bridal style.

“Time to goooooo!” he announced cheerfully.

“What the— PUT ME DOWN!” You struggled in his grip, but he held you tight, effortlessly standing up.

“You had your chance,” he teased. Then, with an absolutely mischievous grin—

He sprinted to the window.

“Phainon. No. NO—”

And jumped.

Your scream got swallowed by the night air as he shot a web toward the nearest skyscraper, the both of you swinging high above the city in an exhilarating rush of wind. Your arms clung around his neck instinctively as your stomach plummeted from the sudden movement.

“Phainon, I hate you SO MUCH—”

“Lies! You love me!” He laughed, effortlessly maneuvering between buildings, his movements graceful and precise. The golden accents on his suit glowed subtly under the city lights. “C’mon, [Name], don’t tell me this isn’t fun!”

You gritted your teeth. “I’m going to kill you.”

“That would be murder, and you’d miss me too much!”

You let out a strangled groan, burying your face into his shoulder. “Just—Just get this over with.”

“Aw, but we just started,” he pouted, but the way you clung to him made his grin widen. He loved it when you relied on him. When you held onto him like this, he felt like the most important person in your world.

He couldn’t get enough of it.

“Hold on tight, [Name]!” he chimed before dropping down from a building, making you scream again.

Phainon’s laugh echoed through the city as he swung with you through the skyline, his grip firm and secure.

You were never gonna get rid of this menace, were you?

The city blurred past in a whirlwind of neon lights and towering skyscrapers, the wind whipping through your hair as Phainon swung effortlessly through the skyline. You were still clutching onto him—your heart hammering from the initial rush—but there was no denying the way exhilaration bubbled in your chest.

“…So THEN—get this, [NAME]—this absolute idiot of a villain tried to rob a bank with a banana.”

You blinked. “A banana?”

“A banana,” Phainon confirmed, his voice practically vibrating with excitement. “Not even a fake gun, not a knife—just a plain ol’ banana. And the guy had the audacity to point it at people like he was in an action movie. Like, ‘Freeze! Hand over the cash!’”

“Oh my god.” You snorted. “Please tell me he slipped on it.”

“HE DID!” Phainon howled with laughter, almost missing a web shot. “Dude ran, tripped on his own banana peel, and knocked himself out cold! I barely even had to do anything!”

You cackled, gripping his suit tighter as he swung around a tall building. “Phai, what is your life?”

“Absolute cinema, dear,” he shot back, winking.

Your stomach did an unexpected flip.

It wasn’t just the wind rushing past you anymore—it was him. Phainon. His warmth, his voice, the way he held you so easily in his arms. Even as he soared through the air, he was relaxed, confident, completely in control. His cerulean blue eyes sparkled with mischief, even behind the shadows of his mask.

And god, that little smirk of his? Annoyingly attractive.

You shook the thought away. No. No way. This was Phainon. Your annoying, overly cheerful Spider-Man best friend who loved nothing more than dragging you into his chaos.

And yet—

“You okay?” Phainon glanced down at you, the breeze tousling his white hair slightly under his mask.

“Yeah.” You cleared your throat. “Just… thinking.”

“Thinking about how cool I am?” He waggled his eyebrows.

You deadpanned. “Thinking about how I should’ve stayed in bed.”

He gasped, dramatically offended. “Wow. You wound me.”

“Good.”

“Okay, you know what?” Phainon gave you a look, then suddenly loosened his grip on you.

Your stomach plummeted. “PHAI—”

He caught you immediately, laughing. “Relax, I gotcha!”

“You absolute menace—”

“Ohhh, says the one who’s clinging onto me like a koala,” he teased.

Your brain short-circuited at the comment. But you refused to let him win. Then you just give him the most fucking judgemental side eye ever before doing something incredibly stupid.

You let go.

With a mischievous grin, you pushed yourself off him, falling freely through the air. Wind roared past your ears, the city lights a dizzying blur as you plummeted. But instead of fear—

You laughed.

“C’mon, Phai! Catch me!”

“Oh, you little—” Phainon immediately shot a web toward you, diving after you with pure panic flashing in his cerulean eyes.

For the briefest moment, you saw something shift in his expression. Something raw. His usual lightheartedness cracked, replaced with something deeper, heavier—like his world would shatter if he didn’t catch you.

And then—

He caught you.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you flush against him as he shot another web and swung back up. Your heartbeat was wild—not just from the fall, but from the way Phainon was holding you. His grip was desperate, his breathing heavy.

“You,” he exhaled, voice lower than usual, “are insane.”

You smirked. “Takes one to know one.”

He let out a breathless laugh, pressing his forehead against yours. For a second—just a second—his gaze dipped to your lips.

Phainon landed smoothly on the rooftop of a tall building, his grip on you still lingering even after your feet touched the ground. The city sprawled beneath you, a sea of twinkling lights and distant sirens.

And yet, your focus was entirely on him.

He pulled back slightly, keeping one hand on your waist as if reluctant to let go. Then—

That damn wink.

Confident. Dorky. Absolutely Phainon.

“Wait five minutes.” He grinned, then leapt off the building without another word.

You blinked. “Phai—WHAT—”

But he was already gone, swinging downward toward the city streets.

You sighed, running a hand down your face. “This idiot…”

Exactly two minutes later, a soft thud landed behind you.

You turned—and wheeze-laughed on sight.

Phainon stood there, his Spider-Man suit completely gone, neatly folded in his arms. In its place, he wore a loose white T-shirt, slightly oversized, draping over his frame in a way that showed off his collarbones. Paired with black cargo pants, he looked effortlessly relaxed, like he hadn’t just been swinging around the city at terrifying speeds.

“You stole that outfit, didn’t you,” you deadpanned.

Phainon gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. “EXCUSE me? [NAME], I am offended.”

“You absolutely stole it.”

He smirked. “Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Did. Not.”

“Phai.” You gave him a knowing look. “There is no way you just had a fresh change of clothes on standby.”

He hesitated for a fraction of a second.

“…Okay, technically, I just ‘borrowed’ them.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Oh my god.”

“It’s fine! I paid for them with my charm.”

“You mean you confused the poor cashier with your chaotic rambling until they just let you take the clothes out of fear.”

He grinned way too proudly. “Works every time.”

You groaned again, but you couldn’t stop laughing. God, why was he like this?

Phainon just watched you with a lazy smirk, arms crossed, and you hated that it looked stupidly attractive. His hair was still slightly tousled from the wind, strands falling over his cerulean blue eyes—eyes that gleamed with mischief but also something warmer.

Something softer.

And the way his white T-shirt slid slightly off his shoulder? Not fair.

You clicked your tongue, looking away before your thoughts spiraled further. “You are the worst.”

“Aww, c’mon.” He nudged your side, stepping closer. “You love me.”

Your heart skipped.

But you just raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Debatable.”

Phainon gasped dramatically again. “Ouch.” Then, after a pause—he tilted his head with a lopsided grin.

“…So, are you coming willingly, or do I have to throw you over my shoulder?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Phai. Don’t you dare.”

His smirk widened. “No promises :).” . . . .

A mischievous glint flashed in your eyes as you stepped forward, rising onto your tiptoes. Phainon barely had time to react before you flicked his forehead, making him stumble back slightly with a surprised blink.

“Ow—HEY!” He pouted, rubbing the spot. “What was that for?”

You smirked. “For dragging me out of my warm, comfortable bed and kidnapping me via rooftop parkour.”

Phainon gasped, placing a hand on his chest as if truly wounded. “Kidnap is such a strong word. I prefer the term ‘spontaneous adventure with a touch of reckless endangerment.’”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, Spidey.” Then, tilting your head, you grinned. “Let’s go to McDonald’s. And you’re paying.”

Phainon blinked. “Wait—what?”

You patted his shoulder. “Because you forced me outside, and I’m hungry.”

He stared at you for a long moment. Then, in a completely serious tone, he muttered, “This is robbery.”

You shot him finger guns. “Yup.”

He groaned dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. “I can’t believe this. This is extortion. This is—”

“I will leave you on this rooftop,” you threatened, turning away.

Phainon immediately perked up, skipping to your side like a loyal puppy. “Fine, fine! Let’s go! But just so you know, this is coming out of my superhero budget.”

You gave him a look. “You don’t have a superhero budget.”

“…Okay, true, but if I did, this would definitely affect it.”

You simply smirked, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the nearest fire escape. “C’mon, before you start monologuing about your tragic financial struggles.”

As you both climbed down and started walking toward McDonald’s, the city was alive around you. Neon signs glowed in the distance, taxis honked impatiently, and the streets bustled with late-night wanderers. Phainon, now completely out of his Spider-Man persona, walked with an easygoing energy beside you—his white hair ruffled slightly by the breeze, his black cargo pants hanging just low enough to be unfairly attractive.

You hated how effortlessly cool he looked.

But he wasn’t cool at all.

Because he would not stop talking.

“And THEN—get this—this dude at the store earlier saw me swinging down in full costume, right?” Phainon launched into yet another one of his endless stories, hands waving animatedly. “And I swear to god, the first thing out of his mouth was, ‘Damn, Spider-Man’s built different.’”

You snorted. “I mean, he’s not wrong.”

Phainon smirked, striking a fake flex pose. “I am pretty built.”

You rolled your eyes. “You have noodle arms.”

He gasped in betrayal. “EXCUSE ME?! These arms carry you through the city at high velocity, Miss ‘C’mon, Phai, Catch Me.’”

You just smirked, shoving your hands in your pockets. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s see those muscles in action when you carry the McDonald’s bags.”

“Oh my god, you are milking this.”

“Damn right I am.”

By the time you reached the McDonald’s entrance, the warm scent of fries and burgers filled the air, making your stomach growl. The place was still busy despite the late hour, a mix of students, late-shift workers, and other night owls filling the booths.

And then—

Right at the front counter, a bright red sign caught your eye.

“COUPLES GET 40% DISCOUNT.”

Your eyes gleamed.

Phainon, still in his own world, was stretching his arms, completely oblivious to your brilliant, devious plan.

Without missing a beat, you turned, grabbed his hand, and dragged him straight to the counter.

“Wha—?” Phainon stumbled forward, blinking as he suddenly found himself standing very close to you.

The cashier, a tired-looking teenager, barely glanced up before mumbling, “Welcome to McDonald’s. Are you two—” He paused, glancing at your intertwined hands, then at the bold discount sign behind him. “Oh, a couple?”

Phainon’s brain stalled.

“Wait—” He opened his mouth, eyes widening, but before he could protest—

You smirked, leaned in, and—

Pressed a soft kiss against his jawline.

Phainon froze.

Like. Literally. He felt his throat tighten up, like a lock had been placed in his throat and the key had been thrown away. He felt like his heart stopped, Like— God you were going to be the absolute death of him. And then before he even gets to recover himself a little bit, your lips barely left his skin before you shifted slightly, brushing another light kiss beside the corner of his lips. “Yep, we’re a couple!” you chirped, completely unbothered. “I’ll have a large McNugget meal, extra fries, and a vanilla milkshake. And he’ll have… A large Big Mac, large fries, and an Oreo McFlurry, thank you." The cashier hands you the receipt as you take it from her hand and drag Phainon's huge frozen body to the chair. After you seat yourself down and look beside yourself to see Phainon. Only to find him stuck in place, malfunctioning.

His entire face was burning.

From the tip of his ears down to his neck, his skin was flushed a deep red. His cerulean eyes were wide, his lips parted, but no words came out. He wasn’t breathing. He just stood there, completely frozen, staring straight ahead like he had just experienced a full system crash. And then, Phainon made a noise. a small whimper as his left hand goes to his jawline, the exact same area where you had placed your soft lips on. He could still feel the warmth of your lips against his skin. The way you had leaned in without hesitation. The soft pressure against his jawline, the slight graze near his mouth—

His heart was hammering.

His brain was short-circuiting.

You kissed him.

The moment you stepped out of McDonald's, the crisp night air hit your skin, a pleasant contrast to the warm atmosphere inside. You cradled the McDonald's takeout bags in your arms, feeling victorious from your ingenious scam—the couple’s discount had worked flawlessly, and now you had free food and a flustered best friend in tow.

Speaking of flustered bestfriend—Phainon stepped out behind you, his movements stiff, shoulders hunched slightly, as if trying to fold in on himself.

And then—

The stares started.

People on the street, whether passing by, sitting on benches, or just minding their own business, suddenly turned their heads to look at him. Their gazes lingered, eyes darting between his face and his overall demeanor. Some exchanged amused glances, while others outright giggled as they passed.

A group of teenagers sitting by the sidewalk nudged each other, whispering and pointing directly at him. A woman, holding hands with her boyfriend, looked at Phainon, then at her own boyfriend—her eyes clearly saying why don’t you ever look like that when I kiss you?

It took you exactly two seconds to realize why.

Your lipstick marks were still there.

Still boldly visible on his jawline and beside his lips.

Phainon, in his post-flustered daze, hadn’t even wiped them off.

And now he was just standing there, dressed in a loose white t-shirt and black cargo pants, looking like an absolute wreck of a man who just got kissed senseless in public.

Oh. Oh, this was golden.

You opened your mouth, ready to tease him about it—but you never got the chance.

Because before you could even get a single word out, Phainon’s hand shot out, gripping your wrist firmly as he suddenly dragged you forward.

“Wh—? Phainon—”

“Nope. Nope, no, absolutely not.” His voice was fast, frantic, as he swiftly maneuvered you both into a nearby alley.

You barely had time to tighten your hold on the McDonald's bags before Phainon’s arms locked around you—one arm securing your waist, the other ensuring the takeout wouldn’t drop.

And before you could protest—

Whoosh.

A strong, sudden force yanked you upward. The world blurred, a rush of air slicing past as Phainon swung you both up, up, up— the city lights below morphing into glowing smudges, the sounds of traffic turning into a distant hum.

Your stomach flipped, but exhilaration coursed through your veins instead of fear. The weightless feeling of being carried mid-air, of soaring, of being so high up with only Phainon’s grip anchoring you—it was thrilling in a way that made your heartbeat race.

Within seconds, Phainon landed smoothly on the rooftop, feet steady as he held you close for just a moment longer. The city stretched beneath you—lights blinking in rhythm, streets weaving like veins through the concrete jungle.

You let out a breathy laugh, looking up at him. “Damn, Phai. Could’ve given me a warning.”

Phainon, however, wasn’t looking at the city.

He was looking at you.

Still flustered. Still down bad.

His hands hadn’t moved. His arms were still wrapped around you. He was holding onto you like you’d disappear if he let go.

And his eyes. Oh god.

His cerulean eyes, usually bright and mischievous, were soft. Warm. A little dazed, like he still couldn’t process the fact that you had kissed him.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “Still thinking about it, huh?”

Phainon blinked. Then—his arms tightened.

Like a dam finally breaking, he collapsed against you, burying his face into your shoulder.

A muffled groan escaped him.

“I’m literally going to die,” he mumbled against your skin. “You actually kissed me. In front of people.”

You chuckled, shifting slightly so the McDonald’s bags wouldn’t squish between you both. “Yeah, and?”

Phainon lifted his head just enough to glance at you, his lips parted like he wanted to say something—but instead of words, his forehead bumped against yours.

You stilled.

Your smirk faltered.

Oh. Oh.

This—this was new.

The playful, chaotic tension between you two had always been there, but this? This was different.

His breath was warm. His fingers, once gripping your waist firmly, now curled slightly, as if reluctant to let go. His eyes, up close, weren’t just flustered anymore—they held something deeper.

Something fond.

Something achingly, terrifyingly real.

“…I should be making fun of you right now,” you muttered, voice softer than you expected.

Phainon exhaled a laugh, his lips barely ghosting against your skin. “You should be.”

Silence stretched between you, thick with something heavy. Charged.

Then—suddenly—

Phainon moved.

Not away. Closer.

His arms shifted, fully wrapping around you. A hug. A full, desperate, clingy hug.

He buried his face into your neck, holding you like a man starved.

“…I don’t wanna let go,” he admitted, voice muffled, boyish, soft.

Your heart did a weird, traitorous thing.

“…Then don’t,” you murmured.

And he didn’t.

He stayed pressed against you, completely attached, a lovesick puppy in human form.

You snorted, patting his back with one hand. “You’re so clingy, Phai.”

“You made me like this,” he grumbled against your neck.

You bit your lip, suppressing a smile. “No, I think you were always like this.”

Phainon huffed dramatically but refused to move.

“Just… let me have this,” he muttered. “For like, five minutes.”

You exhaled, shaking your head. “You’re an idiot.”

Phainon nuzzled into your neck. “And yet, you kissed me.”

You groaned. “Shut up.”

He grinned. Didn’t shut up.

“…Do it again.” His voice was soft, playful, but you could hear it. That little hint of hopeful longing. The barest trace of desperate wanting.

You snorted, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye. “Absolutely not.”

Phainon froze.

His playful grin faltered for a moment. His eyes widened slightly, processing your rejection as if you’d just broken his heart into five tragic pieces.

And then—he pouted.

Oh. Oh, no.

You were not prepared for full-sad-clingy-puppy-mode Phainon.

His bottom lip jutted out slightly, his brows furrowed, and his usual confident, cocky demeanor completely melted into pure, shameless, pathetic neediness.

“But whyyyy?” he whined, dramatically nuzzling into your neck again, refusing to be ignored. “You did it before. You can’t just kiss a man and then cruelly take it away.”

“Oh my god, stop.” You laughed, trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge.

He was completely latched onto you, arms locked, legs refusing to move, as if he’d become some kind of living, breathing, human-shaped magnet permanently stuck to you.

“You’re so clingy,” you groaned, but the amusement was clear in your voice.

Phainon huffed dramatically, his pout deepening. “And whose fault is that?”

“I dunno,” you teased, tilting your head. “Seems like a you problem.”

Phainon gasped, offended. “A me problem? A me problem?” He leaned closer, his nose brushing against your skin. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. You did this. You kissed me. You ruined me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I kissed you twice.”

“And yet,” Phainon sighed dramatically, gripping your waist tighter, “I am now a ruined man. Devastated. Completely in shambles. Unrecoverable.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m suffering.”

“You’re fine.”

“I’m not fine,” he declared, burying his face into your neck again. “I won’t be fine unless you kiss me again.”

You opened your mouth to protest—

But then he bit you.

Softly.

Lightly.

A small, almost teasing nip at the curve of your neck.

You immediately tensed.

Your breath hitched, a small shiver running down your spine.

Phainon stilled for a second, gauging your reaction—then, realizing you weren’t pushing him away, he did it again.

Another tiny bite.

Then—a slow, teasing drag of his lips over your skin.

Oh. Oh no.

Your grip on the McDonald’s bags tightened, fingers digging into the paper as heat rushed up to your face.

Phainon, the absolute menace, let out a low, smug hum against your skin.

“You’re awfully quiet,” he murmured, his voice mischievous, but softer this time. Lower.

You narrowed your eyes, trying not to show how flustered you actually were. “Phainon, I swear to god—”

“I swear to god, too,” he mimicked, grinning against your neck. “Swear to god you should kiss me again...Please baby :(" "Ugh c'mere"

Bonus part-

The second you and Phainon finally made it back to your apartment, barely stepping foot through the doorway, he was on you.

Immediately.

Like a damn puppy seeing its owner after a long day, he lunged, arms wide open, and tackled you onto the couch, wrapping himself around you like an oversized, overly affectionate weighted blanket.

“Finally, home!” he cheered, burying his face into your shoulder, grinning like an absolute fool.

You groaned, laughing, trying to pry him off, but he was stubborn as hell.

“Phainon, get off me.”

“No.”

“Get off me.”

“Absolutely not.”

His arms tightened, his legs tangled with yours, and now you were completely stuck, trapped beneath a very happy, very clingy human spider.

You huffed, playfully rolling your eyes. “You’re literally the most affectionate menace I’ve ever met.”

Phainon giggled, actually giggled, and nuzzled into your neck. “You love it.”

You let out a mock sigh, pretending to be exasperated. “Unfortunately, I do.”

At that, Phainon gasped dramatically, pulling back just enough to look at you with wide, sparkling cerulean eyes. “You admit it?”

You smirked. “I admit nothing.”

And with that, you did the unthinkable.

You flipped the script.

Without warning, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in so suddenly that he actually yelped.

“Oh?” Phainon blinked, caught completely off guard.

You grinned, wickedly.

“Two can play this game,” you murmured, voice low, teasing, challenging.

Phainon stared, and for the first time in a while, you had him on the defensive.

He barely had a second to react before you wiggled out of his grip, shoved him onto your bed, and climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

“Wait—oh. Ohhh.” Phainon’s lips curled into a slow, cheeky smile. “Now, this is interesting.”

You ignored him, reaching over to your nearby vanity and grabbing something crucial.

Lipstick.

Bright. Bold. Unforgivingly pigmented.

Phainon tilted his head, curious. “What’s that fo—”

Before he could finish, you swiped it across your lips, coating them fully.

Phainon’s eyes flickered. His hands settled on your waist.

“Ohhh. I like where this is going,” he teased. “You finally gonna kiss me again?”

You grinned, devious.

Then—without warning—you attacked.

Not just one kiss.

A thousand.

You scattered kisses all over his face, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his jawline—everywhere.

Phainon yelped, his hands gripping your hips tighter, his body stiffening beneath you.

“Oh—oh my god—wait, wait, sweetie, [Name], hold on—”

You did not hold on.

You pressed another kiss onto the corner of his mouth.

Phainon let out a low whimper

And when you finally pulled back to admire your work, Phainon looked fully ruined.

His face was littered—completely, hopelessly covered in smudged lipstick marks.

And he was so flustered.

His eyes were hazy, his cheeks burning, and yet—that stupid, teasing, smug grin was still there.

He was grinning like an absolute menace, but oh god, he was absolutely, hopelessly down bad.

"Holy, sweetheart.” His voice was lower than before. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

You smirked, placing one final peck on his jaw before pulling away entirely.

“Well,” you said, grinning as you wiped excess lipstick off your mouth, “you kept begging for more kisses. Thought I’d be generous.”

Phainon laughed breathlessly, tilting his head up slightly. “Oh, I should beg more often, then.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder.

But as you tried to move off his lap, his grip tightened.

“…You know,” he murmured, voice slow, thoughtful, laced with something dangerously teasing, “You might have to take responsibility for what you’ve just done.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Phainon.”

He tilted his head, grinning.

His hands moved slightly, gripping your hips more firmly.

“What?” he said, all fake innocence.

“You are so annoying.”

“I’m also so in love with you.”

You froze.

Your heart skipped a beat.

You quickly shoved him back onto the bed, rolling over to the other side before he could see how red your face had just become.

Phainon laughed, loud and cheery, before pulling you back into his arms anyway.

He wasn’t letting you go anytime soon.

PHAINONPHAINONPHAINON OH MY GOD I NEED HIM

[devdozes]

Heyyy, I found your account two days ago and damn I love it❤️ I’m not sure if i’m doing this correctly ( it’s only my second time requesting), but could you please write spidey Phainon. We don’t know that he’s the spider-man, but one night the reader was in the city, trying to get back home from a hang out with her friends, then suddenly an enemy attacks the city, Phainon is already fighting it, but somehow the reader gets caught and held a hostage and that’s where our hero gets serious. 🔥

Don’t overwork yourself, take care and ty❤️❤️

Put. Her. Down.

AA THANK YOYU FOR UR CARE AND PRAISE ILYILYY AND NO PROBLEM REQS ARE ALWAYS OPEN :D

The neon glow of the cityy flickered against the wet pavement as you walked alone through the quiet streets, the distant hum of traffic filling the air. The night was cool, crisp, the kind that made your breath mist faintly in front of you. The usual vibrancy of the city felt a little muted—something about the atmosphere had shifted, though you couldn’t quite place why.

Maybe it was just exhaustion creeping in from a long day of laughter and teasing with your friends. You had gone out for a late dinner, indulging in greasy food, painfully stupid jokes, and chaotic behaviour that left you breathless from laughter. It had been fun. A perfect night, really. And now, all you wanted was to crawl into bed and let sleep take over.

But as you turned down an empty street, a strange prickling feeling settled over your skin, an instinctual warning you couldn’t ignore.

Something was wrong.

The realization hit you just as a sudden explosion shattered the calm.

The shockwave sent you stumbling backward, heat licking at your face as glass and debris rained down from a nearby building. A ringing sound filled your ears, drowning out the screams erupting around you. Panic gripped your chest as smoke curled into the sky, the acrid scent of burning metal thick in the air.

People were running—shoving past you, desperate to escape whatever had just happened. And then you saw him.

A towering figure emerged through the smoke, his armor gleaming under the city lights, his eyes glowing red. His body was covered in dark, jagged plating, almost mechanical, with massive clawed hands that looked like they could tear through steel. He wasn’t just a threat—he was something out of a nightmare.

And then, like a blur against the destruction, another figure dropped from the sky.

Spider-Man.

He moved like a liquid shadow, his black, white, and blue suit standing out against the chaos. His golden accents shimmered under the city lights, making him look almost ethereal. With effortless agility, he shot out a web, swinging low before slamming both feet into the villain’s chest, sending him skidding backward.

“Y’know,” Spider-Man quipped, flipping in the air and landing gracefully on a bent streetlamp, “I was really hoping for a quiet night, maybe some ice cream. But nooo, you just had to show up and start breaking things.”

The villain growled, his voice distorted by some kind of mechanical filter. “You’re a fool if you think you can stop me.”

“Buddy, I’ve been called worse.”

Then, they clashed.

Spider-Man moved with terrifying precision, dodging every lethal strike with fluid grace, countering with webbing, acrobatics, and sheer speed. It was mesmerizing—a deadly dance of power and skill.

You should have run.

You should have turned and disappeared into the crowd like everyone else, but something about the battle had rooted you in place.

And that’s when you made your first mistake.

A second figure—a masked subordinate of the villain—stepped out from the shadows behind you. You didn’t even get the chance to scream before a cold, metallic arm wrapped around your torso, hoisting you off the ground as if you weighed nothing.

Your stomach dropped.

The grip was tight, almost suffocating, your feet dangling as your captor lifted you higher, positioning you as a human shield.

“Let’s see if your hero can fight when there’s something at stake,” your captor sneered, their mechanical claws pressing against your ribs.

Spider-Man froze.

The moment his eyes landed on you, his entire body went rigid.

The playful air around him vanished.

His usual easygoing charm, the teasing remarks, the casual confidence—it all evaporated in an instant.

The city around you fell silent.

Then, he spoke.

“Put. Her. Down.”

His voice was lower than you had ever heard it. No jokes, no lightheartedness—just a warning.

The villain holding you only laughed, tightening their grip. “Or what? You gonna shoot me with your little webs?”

Spider-Man’s hands curled into fists.

For the first time, you felt something dangerous in him.

His breathing was controlled, but you could hear the underlying tension—like a thread pulled too tight, ready to snap. He took a step forward, his entire body coiled like a predator about to strike.

“You have three seconds,” he said, voice cold as steel. “Three seconds before I make you wish you’d never touched her.”

The villain’s laughter faltered slightly. They hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected the change in him.

One second.

A web shot out.

Before you could blink, Spider-Man had yanked the villain’s mechanical limb clean off, the metal sparking as it hit the pavement. You barely had time to react before he was there, moving with a speed that was inhuman, snatching you from their grasp with terrifying efficiency.

His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight against him as he shot a web to the nearest building and launched the both of you into the air.

Your breath caught as the wind rushed past your face, the city lights blurring below. You clung to him instinctively, your fingers digging into the fabric of his suit.

It was only once you were safely on a rooftop that he finally let you go—reluctantly, almost.

His hands lingered, fingertips ghosting over your arms like he was making sure you were real.

“…You okay?” His voice was softer now, but still laced with something raw.

Your heart was still racing, adrenaline still flooding your veins, but you managed a breathless nod. “Y-Yeah. Thanks to you.”

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair—only to freeze when he remembered he was still wearing his mask.

“God, you—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t have been that close.”

“It wasn’t like I planned to get kidnapped,” you shot back, your voice steadier now. “But, uh—” You hesitated, your gaze lingering on him. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That.” You gestured vaguely. “The whole… 'put her down’ thing. You were scary.”

Spider-Man didn’t answer immediately. He turned slightly, looking out over the city, his posture unusually tense.

“…I don’t like it when people mess with things I care about.” "Wait no, uh I meant as in you are a citizen of this city so of course I care about you-"

Something in the way he said it sent a shiver down your spine.

The silence stretched between you, heavy and unspoken, before he took a step back.

“I have to go finish this,” he said, voice gentler this time. “Stay here. Please.”

But as he prepared to swing away, you couldn’t stop yourself from calling out—

“Wait—”

He hesitated.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling ridiculous. “…Be careful.”

His head tilted slightly, as if considering something. Then, with a soft chuckle—one that held the ghost of the usual him—he saluted lazily.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

And then he was gone, disappearing into the night.

But even after he vanished, you remained there, staring at the skyline, heart pounding.

Because you may not have known who was under that mask.

But something about him felt terrifyingly, painfully familiar.

HOPE U LIKED IT IM SORRY IT WAS SHORT THOUGH :(